L-PRO. MBC. UWF. ----------------------------- ACW. DHW. PS. __ \ / _) X |_| /__/ \ | HOUR ONE ----------------------------- December 23rd, 2020 Chicago, IL, L-PRO Arena ----------------------------- [Fade into L-PRO Arena, a raucous crowd greeting the home viewers as Metallica's "2x4" provides the soundtrack over the sea of bedlam and back and forth camera shots. We see an over-capacity crowd now, the usual home of LEGACY Pro Wrestling now with an upper section of seating, replacing most of the balcony area around all four walls of the building save for a small crow's nest platform opposite the hard camera side.] MW: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Two By Four 2020! Tonight you'll see the stars of LEGACY Pro Wrestling as well as famous and familiar faces from all around including Alamo Championship Wrestling, Dark Horse Wrestling and Project Sunburst! We've got the rest of the 2X4 Tournament itself to come, which will crown a new UWF Heavyweight Champion of the World! And a spectacular unification match that'll see MBC World Champion Jerry "Pure Power" Titus wage war against the L-PRO Heavyweight Champion Eddie Winston the Fifth! [We come to settle on the announcers for this event, seated up by the entrance stage as Matthew Westley, Tom Landis and "Hollywood" Cody Jones are behind the desk.] MW: And in addition to that, Jan Delgado defends her L-PRO Women's Championship against top contender Scottie Saratoga in a one on one match, while we might see the strangest attraction match in a long, long time... the House of Bastards Match to crown a brand new MBC Women's Champion! TL: Eight challengers, but only one can walk away with the gold tonight. CJ: The other seven will have their achilles tendons sliced, and be forced to crawl home. MW: Oh come on now. CJ: Can you honestly tell me that's not a possibility in whatever the hell a House of Bastards match is? MW: ... no I cannot. CJ: Good, because I've got a cool fifty bucks that says half of them end up retiring after the match. TL: What I can definitely say is there's a locker room full of wrestlers who know that tonight just might change their careers for the better... or the worse. MW: In short, it's 2x4 and anything can and usually does happen! L-PRO is happy to be hosting this year's tournament, and over the last few weeks we've seen half the field fall by the wayside. Now we're about to cut eight wrestlers down to four- CJ: I've got my hatchet ready. TL: Why are you so bloodthirsty tonight? MW: -As we get set for the first match on the main show here! The quarter-finals of the 2x4 Tournament, two random teams of four competitors each! On one side you have Danny Holden and "The Nighthawk" Michael Bonn from right here in L-PRO teaming up with Reverend Ryu Osawa, the current ACW Southwest Champion, as well as Damien "The Omen" Williams who happens to be the ACW Rio Grande Champion. TL: That's one hell of a team any way you look at it. MW: And on the other side equally formidible we have the legendary Daniel Kidd and Zodiacal II from L-PRO teaming up with two former 2x4 winners and Southwest Champions in their own right, Jacob Enos- CJ: Please. MW: -and Jefferson "Sky Slasher" McKeid. TL: Don't sleep on this team either. A lot of untapped talent and potential there, this eight-man tag match is going to be a war. CJ: And what's better than going to war with three partners and winning? Turning around and stabbing each one of them in the back after you move on, because only one guy is gonna be the tournament winner and UWF Champion in the end. MW: It really does make for an unpredictable night, this is why you have to have eyes in the back of your head and be ready for literally anything. CJ: All for one, and one more for the good guy. MW: Let's get down to the ring to kick things off. L writer: kl P __ \ / ----------------------------------------------- R _) X |_| 2X4 - THIRD ROUND MATCH O /__/ \ |----------------------------------------------- MICHAEL BONN, DANNY HOLDEN, DAMIEN WILLIAMS and REVEREND RYU OSAWA vs DANIEL KIDD, ZODIACAL II, JACOB ENOS and JEFFERSON MCKEID [L-PRO's ring announcer, Bill Chapman, stands in the ring. Seated prominently at ringside is Virginia St. Ursula, who smiles for the camera as it sweeps by.] BC: The following contest is the third round match of the 2020 2X4 Tournament! Introducing first, here is the team of... "NIGHTHAWK" MICHAEL BONN... DANNY HOLDEN... DAMIEN "THE OMEN" WILLIAMS... AND "REVEREND" RYU OSAWA! MW: Quite unusual for them to come out as a team. TL: A little twist for this year. Force them closer together. CJ: Or instigate a bigger fight. TL: Either way, they have to work together long enough to get to the next round. [Sure enough, all four men make their way to the ring. Danny Holden leads the way, keeping the furthest distance from the others. Bonn and Osawa walk somewhat close to another as Ryu seems to be talking Bonn's ear off. Far behind is Williams, his face the embodiment of bitterness. One by one they step into the ring, though Bonn takes a moment to stop by Ginny on the outside... and Ryu gives her a wave as he stands on the outside apron. The whole scene appears to sicken the Omen.] CJ: He still not over his breakup with that girlfriend or his? TL: Love is a tricky thing. CJ: Says the man who married a Marshall. Don't you have to go through trial by combat to even get a first date in that family? TL: Marshall family gatherings have a strict NDA. And DNR. BC. And their opponents, they are the team of... JACOB ENOS... JEFFERSON "SKY SLASHER" MCKEID... ZODIACAL II... AND DAAAAAAAANNNIEEEEEL KIIIIIIDD! [The cavalcade of the next team begins with Daniel Kidd and Jacob Enos leading the pack. Zodiacal II follows with McKeid stalking behind. Kidd and Enos seem to be talking strategy as they approach.] CJ: Surprised Daniel Kidd isn't at the back of the line. TL: So he can stab people in the back easier? CJ: That's the Kidd way. TL: Alex Kidd would disagree with you on that one. CJ. Alex Kidd can talk to me when he grows up to be Alex Adult. TL: How long have you been sitting on that one? CJ: A few years too long, especially now that Alex Adult is in Alex Adult diapers. Branding isn't just for toasters anymore. [With both teams in the ring, the referee gives his final set of instructions. Surprisingly, Danny Holden is communicating with his team. Stranger still is the face he seems to be pretty sincere about what he's saying. The bell rings and Holden appears to be the starter for his team.] TL: I highly doubt this is Holden being magnanimous. CJ: What's a magma moose? Is that like a lava lamp? MW: Could be he simply wants to prove he's the best wrestler in the ring. CJ: Sex position? Like the "Kama Kama Kama Sutra Chameleon"? TL: And I thought Slush was an idiot. [Kidd starts for his team and immediately circles up with Holden at center ring. The two lock up and begin an intense exchange of chain wrestling. While Holden quickly gets the upper hand, Kidd tags to Zodiacal II to change up the style. The masked wrestler's speed and maneuverability far outmatch Holden, but Danny is right to bide his time. Bonn, Williams and Osawa all call for a tag but Holden remains. Enos eventually enters the ring for his own team to change the style once more, turning the match into a slower paced contest more akin to amateur style wrestling. McKeid forces a tag by slapping his rival on the shoulder. The match quickly devolves into a brawl.] TL: Cocky as he is, Holden is adapting to these differing styles pretty damn well. MW: McKeid rocks him back though. The Sky Slasher has turned up his aggression ten fold. TL: Holden finally looks for a tag here. In comes Damien Williams and we've got a clash of ACW mainstays. CJ: I was there first. TL: We're not talking about your ACW tattoos again. [McKeid, aggressor that he is, knows better to stay fresh in the match. He tags out to Kidd, starting a long period of frequent tags to keep with the strategy of keeping The Omen isolated. Some of this tended to be self inflicted as Williams demonstrated little faith in his team. Osawa remained a cheerleader of positivity, but that only seemed to anger Williams the louder Ryu got. While tangling with Jacob Enos, Williams finally had enough leading him to drive an elbow into Osawa's jaw. Ryu dropped to the arena floor as Williams was caught by Enos' Double-Jack finisher. Jacob hooked the leg to earn the three count and first elimination.] BC: DAMIEN WILLIAMS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! MW: And just like that, one team is down a man! We figured the cracks would show but maybe not this early. TL: Holden being very vocal here but I imagine because Williams has endangered his chances in this tournament. MW: Bonn for his part is checking in on Osawa. CJ: Weak. You're weak, Mikey boy. You think Virginia likes seeing you show compassion? TL: She's like five feet away, and seems like she's just as concerned about Ryu's condiiton. MW: And now we have Danny Holden entering the match again as the legal man. CJ: That's the face of someone who believes... no... someone who KNOWS he has to carry the burden or his team. TL: You know this look? CJ: I see it in the mirror every damn day. [Keeping with their own strategy, Enos tags in Zodiacal II to keep the parts moving. The two collide with the action staying brisk. Limber and speedy as the luchador is, Holden's laser focus is like a missle tracking an F-15. Simply relentless. This carries on until Zodiacal II brings in Jefferson McKeid. The Sky Slasher starts out by punching Holden right in the mouth.] TL: I bet that felt good. MW. McKeid ratcheting up his aggression against Holden and its paying off early on. TL: McKeid is quite skilled but his brawling will put you down if you're not prepared. CJ: No doubt D-Hol went down the rabbit hole of preparation because for a-holes like him, nothing fills the holes in your soul like good work to make you whole. MW: That was beautiful? CJ: Shakespeare couldn't have said it better. TL: -Everyone- could have said it better. [After getting backed to the corner by McKeid, Holden found his way out and staggered his opponent with a European uppercut followed by a running bulldog. Holden goes for the pin but barely gets a one count. Both men move right back to their feet. McKeid strikes first, whipping Holden to the enemy corner. Jefferson leaves no room for Holden to dodge a running knee straight to the ribcage. Repeated gut punches come in quick succession.] TL: Holden dodging as best he can, covering the vitals and... Holden escapes the corner. Elbow strike to daze McKeid! MW: Jacob Enos tags himself in, again keeping to his team's strategy. TL: And McKeid is of course not happy about it. Old rivalries quickly bubbling up. [Holden and Enos enter a long exchange of holds and takedowns, taking the contest back to an amateur wrestling style. The trade of give and take flows freely between the two men but Enos' relative freshness compared to Holden weighs in his favor. Holden though, finds his groove, slipping around to put Enos in a sleeper. It may not knock Enos out but it slows his momentum to allow Holden a few precious seconds to catch his breath. Enos struggles for a short time before sidestepping Danny enough to execute an atomic drop. The sleeper broken, Enos goes for the tag. The closest is Jefferson Mckeid... ...who opts to ignore him.] MW: That small moment lets Holden hit a bridging German suplex. Enos goes limp after the impact. We have a cover. One... Two..... Three! BC: JACOB ENOS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! TL: We're down to three on three thanks to old rivalries and bad attitudes causing the most damage. MW: McKeid finally entering the match. Wise as he doesn't want to hear Daniel Kidd or Zodiacal II question his actions. TL: The Sky Slasher back to his aggressive ways with Holden. Danny is by no means gassed, but he is at a disadvantage. [McKeid pushes Holden to the ropes and resumes the body work. Danny fires off shots to slowly counter the attack and edges McKeid closer to Bonn and Osawa. Expecting assistance, Holden continues his assault. What he gets instead is Michael Bonn tagging himself in.] MW: Bonn in as the fresh man and Holden biting his tongue. TL: His restraint is impressive. I mean, this is Danny Holden we're talking about. [Tuning Holden out, Bonn goes just as aggressive against McKeid as the Sky Slasher had been all match. It all starts as a stiff brawl, and at one point McKeid manages to thwart a high risk move by hanging Bonn upside down in the corner in the Tree of Woe. Repeatedly he kicks him in the chest, expecting the crowd to count along but is sorely disappointed. And then it's Bonn who's sore as McKeid finishes with a stomp to his face for good measure. Eventually escaping, and after absorbing more punishment the resilient Bonn changes the game with a surprise fisherman suplex on the bigger man. He attempts a cover but McKeid takes hold of the nearby bottom rope to cease the count. The referee backs Bonn away to allow McKeid space to stand and the ACW superstar heads to his corner to tag in Zodiacal II. The luchador enters to start his own tangle with the Nighthawk.] MW: Bonn not quite as aggressive here, but he's not going to win a contest of speed against Zodiacal. CJ: You know... TL: Here we go. CJ: I used to eat Nighthawk frozen dinners. Total indigestion. TL: Not relevant but thanks for sharing. MW: High flying exchange here between Bonn and Zodiacal. Bonn's keeping pace but he tags out to Ryu Osawa. TL. The Reverend is a much better match here. MW: Have you noticed that we've not seen a lot of Daniel Kidd yet? TL: Could be a part of their team's strategy. Have someone extra fresh to have in the clutch. CJ: And if that's the case, I've got a bridge in Brooklyn or Soylent Green to sell them. Keep Kidd fresh in this match, keep him fresh in later rounds. Kidd can sell fire to a volcano so I'm sure that would have been his idea. TL: A strangely valid point on your part. CJ: I've got more points than Madonna's bra circa 1989. MW: Osawa back to his corner, looking to tag in Bonn... but Holden intercepts! [Holden indeed tags in to become the legal man. He quickly puts Zodiacal II into a headlock for control of the match. All the while, he backs away from his corner to prevent Bonn or Osawa from forcing a tag. Bonn especially doesn't look happy. Holden moves on, kicking out Zodiacal's knee and locking the luchador in a half crab. Danny stares at Osawa and proclaims "This is how you deal with flyers."] TL: He's not wrong. MW: But antagonizing his team won't do him any favors. He may even see his controlling of the match as _him_ doing his team a favor. TL: Assuming he'd acknowledge a favor. One never does when you hold yourself to be the "Greatest" at anything. CJ: Why yes, it is a curse and burden I've known. [Holden continues the half crab but Zodiacal is no green rookie wrestling his first match. He twists his body around and manages to slip his body underneath Holden, knocking Danny over and into a pin attempt. The referee gets a count of two before Holden gets his shoulder up. Zodiacal sprints to his feet and drops leg after leg before turning to Holden's knee. In this moment, Z is merciless.] CJ: Kneel before Zod... iacal. MW: Zodiacal piling up the damage! He wrenches Holden up and goes for a whipe... a reversal! Holden hits the the turnbuckle in his own corner full speed. TL: Osawa tags in, Bonn holding Holden back but that only seems to antagonize him. [Osawa charges Zodiacal and the two start another exchange of flashy moves. Rather than going high flying, the duo keep the action firmly planted on the mat. Ultimately, this works to be in Osawa's favor.] TL: Osawa is truly underrated as a skilled wrestler. MW: He did win the ACW Southwest Heavyweight Championship for a reason. CJ: Ah, yes. Bribery and blackmail. MW: Oddly enough, Osawa is targeting the same bad knee that Holden did earlier and... figure four! He got one on quick! TL: Zodiacal isn't escaping that one. Nothing to reach for nearby. None of his teammates can reach. MW: There's the tap! Best to avoid too much damage if his team moves on. He's got to rely on McKeid and Kidd now. BC: ZODIACAL TWO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! MW: Interesting now that Daniel Kidd is more vocal. He's naming himself the legal man as I do not think he trusts McKeid at all. TL: Nor should he at this point. McKeid cost them a teammate and they're in a 3 on 2 hole. [Kidd steps into the ring, and goes toe to toe with Osawa straight up. The quickness of the Southwest Champion is dulled a little as Kidd starts to target the legs to ground him from all his aerial abilities. Holden reaches out, begging for the tag and after turning the tide briefly Ryu tags out to Holden. It's only for a moment or two, as Danny reaches out and grabs Kidd with a side headlock, marching him back to the corner and looking for another tag to bring Ryu back in. Osawa jumps the ropes and catches Daniel in the side, taking over and after another minute or so of working on his opponent sets up to tag Bonn in but it's Holden who again steals the tag.] MW: This is extraordinarily odd, to see these two working together. TL: Wait a minute... [Holden applies a wristlock on Kidd, and again marches him back to his own corner where he reaches out and tags in Ryu once again. The surprised Ryu hesitates a moment but then steps back in, just as Holden lets go of Kidd and it's the elder Kidd who snaps off an armdrag takedown on the newly legal man as Danny slinks out of the ring again. Again Ryu is forced to take some punishment by the veteran wrestler, but when he can make a break to the corner, Holden again intercepts the tag. This time he barely gets in the ring and delivers a kick before turning around and looking to tag right back out... And now Don't Go There realizes what he's doing.] TL: That son of a bitch, he's purposely trying to wear Ryu Osawa out! CJ: You've seen too many conspiracy theories, Landis. [Both Ryu and Bonn drop off the ring apron momentarily, taking a spot over by Ginny on the outside as they motion for him to continue the match. Realizing he's been caught he tries to brush it off as a misunderstanding now, and Holden smiles as Kidd approaches as he turns around. Perhaps Holden thinks he can show up an old warhorse. Maybe he wants to send a message to the other wrestler named Kidd that just so happens to be pissing him off every minute of the day. Maybe he wants to be the superior Dan. Either way. Kidd's refreshed aggressiveness surprises Holden, not that Kidd is being underhanded but in the fact that Kidd is showcasing some tried and true skill. More than a few people are struck by just how crisp and efficient the "L-PRO King of the Diamond" is.] MW: Holden may be in shock. TL: I'll tell you one thing that has always been consistent with Daniel Kidd. CJ. Bad tipper? Leaves the toilet seat up? Oooh, Oooh. Clamy handshakes. TL: No, no and no. But if you underestimate him, he will make you pay. MW: Which Holden may have done here. Holden is one of the most talented pure wrestlers I've ever seen, but his ego could crush Tokyo. TL: That's an MBC reference no one will get anymore. MW: Holden manages to escape Kidd's clutches... surprising tag back to Bonn who's back up on the apron now. The Nighthawk matching up much more evenly with Kidd at this point. CJ: Holden can learn! Someone get doggy treats! Next we'll teach him fetch. TL: Bonn's ego is much more in check. [The crowd watches with anticipation and starts to go crazy when Bonn calls to the corner. Ryu Osawa responds. The double team maneuvering begins! Crowd: "DON'T GO THERE~! DON'T GO THERE~! DON'T GO THERE~! DON'T GO THERE~! DON'T GO THERE~! DON'T GO THERE~!" CJ: Gah, not this. TL: Yes, this and Kidd is trying to find a way to escape being taken on by a championship level tag team. CJ: Groin kicks! Clammy handshakes! Extended warranty on toasters! TL: Osawa forced to return to his corner by Bonn keeping Kidd trapped. There, an official tag. MW: Osawa takes over where Bonn left off but a neckbreaker by Kidd on Ryu. Kidd dropkicks Bonn off the apron and an elbow to Holden just the same! TL: Kidd knows when to play possum. Removing Osawa's support is just as important as stunning Osawa himself. MW: Osawa back to his feet despite the neckbreaker, albeit woozy. Kidd could have made a pin but it would likely have been broken up by Bonn or Holden. [Kidd however is right on top of Osawa, sending him into the nearby corner and then Irish whipping the ACW Champion right back across the ring. Stunned from the impact, Osawa stumbles from the corner into a boot to the stomach. This is then followed up with a spiked piledriver. Kidd hooks the let but only manages the two. Leaving nothing to chance, Kidd pulls Osawa up and drives the Reverend right back into the corner. Kidd may not have intended it, but Osawa's shoulder hits the corner post as the young whipper snapper slipped through the top and middle turnbuckles.] TL: That's a post rattler. And Osawa's hurt! CJ: And probably tired from all that grandstanding before. MW: Kidd knows it too. Crossface chicken wing... into a suplex! Incredible! A bridge and pin! One! Two! Bonn enters the ring for the save! But its too late! Three! BC: RYU OSAWA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! TL: That's going to haunt Osawa if his team makes it to the next round. And if they do, whoever draws Osawa in the fouth round owes Daniel Kidd a steak dinner. MW: I don't think it was truly intentional but Kidd, new leaf or not, would be a fool to overlook that kind or opportunity. CJ: Never trust a Kidd. TL: We're down to Bonn and Holden versus Kidd and McKeid. Any trust at this point is gone. MW: Bonn's ready to go. Kidd tags out to McKeid, likely not to catch the Nighthawk's wrath. [So of course, things quickly devolve into an outright brawl. McKeid looks to knock the piss out of someone while Bonn wants a piece of Kidd. The exchange is heavy handed and fast but the adrenaline pumping through their respective veins deadens the impact. Holden and Kidd watch closely. Though they say nothing, they knew their respective partners weren't looking for a tag anytime soon. Then things got dirty.] TL: Thumb to the eye by McKeid. Always a momentum stopper, but Bonn is more than willing to swing blind. MW: Sky Slasher backs Nighthawk to the corner. Quick knee to the stomach and... thats one knee to the groin. TL: Our refs need better eye care. CJ: Only you have the power to fix that as the proprietor of this here fine establishment. [Bonn staggers out of the corner with an obviously concerning shortness of breath. The referee backs McKeid away and checks on the status of Bonn. All this according to plan if the Sky Slasher's face is to be believed. Jefferson turns to the top turnbuckle and has the cover removed in a few short seconds.] MW: He had that removed like a pro. CJ: Some people can do bra straps. Some can do turnbuckle covers. Mad respect. [McKeid bides his time, waits for the referee to give the all clear, and when the moment comes, McKeid presses a hand on Bonn's shoulder to work whatever Machiavellian scheme he had cooked up. Except that Bonn catches him with an Ace Crusher. McKeid stumbles back into the corner. In a burst of clarity...] CJ: Vampire the Masquerade, baby! [...Bonn palms McKeid's face and drives the back of his head into the exposed turnbuckle, that naked, cold, unforgiving turnbuckle. McKeid is out on his feet. Allowing Michael Bonn to plant the son of a bitch with a DDT.] CJ: Such language! TL: Bonn hooks the leg! One... Two... And three! Not even close! BC: JEFFERSON MCKEID HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! TL: Daniel Kidd now has the uphill climb against Michael Bonn and Danny Holden. MW: Not the tandem I was expecting. Or anyone else for that matter. TL: Kidd entering the ring now, Bonn telling him to bring it on. MW: And Danny Holden just tagged himself in? He's telling Bonn to rest up? TL: Must be his idea of being a team player. Looking at Bonn... I've seen some death glares but... damn. [Before Bonn can get much of a say, the two Daniels go collar to elbow. Their boots dig hard into the mat as they both push to gain leverage but neither can levy the victory. Kidd manages to get around to put Holden into a headlock but Holden pushes Kidd to the rope. Holden takes Kidd to the mat with a snap mare and goes for an armbar but Kidd trips him and attempts an STF. Holden reaches the bottom rope to bring in the refs. The exchange ended, both circle each other in the ring.] TL: Holden not wasting time but Kidd hits a drop toe hold. Holden tries to get to his feet and Kidd looks for a belly to belly suplex! MW: Holder spins out, goes to the ropes... ...and Bonn smacks him in the back of the the head. TL: Not legally a tag but may not have been the point. Holden jawing with Bonn now and... now there's the forced legal tag. MW: Drew him right in. Bonn's the legal man but this argument is quickly escalating. TL: Daniel Kidd is hanging back and lets it happen. CJ: Smart. Let then beat the crap out of one another. [The referee steps in, advising the two get things under control or face a disqualification. Holden instantly wants to debate the rule while Bonn opts to let Holden self destruct. By the end, Holden returns as the legal man and eats a lariat from Kidd. Bonn tries to make a save but takes a wild European uppercut that knacks him off the apron. Not knowing what hit him, Holden uses the ropes to get back to a standing position. Then, as they say, Pride Goeth Before the Fall.] TL: That move has felled many an opponent. MW: Kidd covers after that hangman's neckbreaker. Hooks a leg and pin! One... Two... Three! BC: DANNY HOLDEN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! TL: If ever there was a more appropriate person to hit that move on... CJ: Danny "Boy" Holden has carried has team and you know it. [As Danny Holden gains his senses to realize what happened, Kidd exits the ring to go after the other lone survivor for his respective team, Michael Bonn. The Nighthawk is ready and the brawl begins. The referee ideally would be counting both men out but Holden's antics prove distracting enough for our zebra shirt wearing friend to signal for security.] TL: Holden must be the type to hit video poker machines with steel chairs when he loses. CJ: The best machines are at strip clubs. Right next to the buffet. TL: Who goes to the strip club for the lunch buffet? CO: Don't knock the "Main Stage Fajitas" till you've tried them with the "Daddy Issue" Dippying Sauce. TL: That answers my question. [As security hauls Holden away, Bonn and Kidd manage to slip back into the ring. Kidd strikes hard and fast, executing a beautiful pump handle suplex but the subsequent pin only gives him a two.] MW: Hard to say who has more gas at this point but Kidd has Bonn locked in. He's bringing Michael to his feet and... a small package by Bonn! One... Two... Reversal! One... Two... Another reversal! TL: Quick kickout but not so quick is these two getting up. Trading punches now. MW: Bonn going for a uranage but Kidd escapes... back breaker! The cover! One... Two... Kickout! CJ: Kidd pulling Bonn up again. Piledriver but... Bonn stands up and hurls Kidd down with an Alabama Slam! He covers... One... Two... Shoulder up by Kidd! [Two superstars look upward to the rafters. Both their chests heave but with an odd synchronicity. They turn over and get to their knees. The punches start to go back and forth while the crowd cheers with each connection. Still, Kidd and Bonn stand.] TL: Kidd gets a hold on Bonn's wrist! Whip to the corner. Impact chest first! MW: Kidd wastes no time following up. He hooks an arm and is attempting to get Bonn up on the turnbuckle. The Nighthawk is fighting back! [An exchange of chops ensues but Kidd still manages to get Bonn up on the top turnbuckle. Its a risky move but surely one that if done right could put Bonn and the match away. After several more elbows, Kidd sets himself on the middle turnbuckle and cinches Bonn's arm. Nighthawk senses the coming superplex and brings shot after shot into Kidd's ribs. Kidd takes every single one without fail. Except the very last. Bonn shocks Kidd with a headbutt and sends Kidds crashing into the mat. Rather than follow up, Bonn climbs. Once at the zenith...] TL: Hawkwind! MW: And he connects! The cover! One... Two... Three! BC: DANIEL KIDD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH, THE TEAM OF DANNY HOLDEN... DAMIEN WILLIAMS... RYU OSAWA AND MICHAAAAAEL BONNNNNNNN! ["Fly From The Inside" hits the PA system to UPROARIOUS CHEERING! Bonn sits up, arm raised in victory as the announcement is made, and before he can leave the ring, Daniel Kidd offers him a handshake for the battle. As Kidd makes his way up the aisle dejected but with his head held high, Bonn slides out and goes over to embrace a joyous Virginia.] MW: What a war of attrition! That could have gone either way here, but in the end it's Michael Bonn willing himself and his team to victory and on to the semi-finals! CJ: And now that he's saved their asses, it's every man for themselves. MW: Absolutely, it's the name of the game. Their team will now fight amongst themselves in a pair of semi-final singles matches, and the winners of those will go on at the end of the night to the tournament finals! TL: And now here's where luck comes into play too. We don't know who's going to be facing two in the next round. All we know is it'll be two one on one matches involving Holden, the Omen, Ryu and Bonn. CJ: All I know is it were me I'd be hoping like hell I get to face Bonn. He just tired himself out to win that match, I call easy pickings. And that's why I'm saying Danny Holden's got this in the bag. You saw what he did to Osawa in there, he did his best to keep him in as much as possible. MW: It's certainly possible, but we're going to have to wait until later to see what happens next. There's a lot more action still to come, including the House of Bastards match which has a lot riding on the outcome. Some more than others. CJ: Like my fifty bucks. Hack and slash, ladies! MW: Not remotely what I meant. Let's hear from one of the participants. "Lady, are you going to conquer that buffalo or what?" [The scene fades in to see the giant glass eye of a buffalo. Not a real one, mind you. A fake one. Because these beautiful creatures need to be preserved. In nature. The camera pulls back to reveal that the buffalo eye is attached to what appears to be a mechanical bull dressed up to look like a rather menacing buffalo. The camera also shows someone staring at it in deep contemplation. Tesla St. James.] TSJ: Do I tell you how to do your job, Hank? Hank: Yes. Quite frequently. TSJ: Then let me do it again and tell you to shut the [MEEP]up. We've got guests. Hank: We do? [The camera continues to pull back. Tesla is dressed casually in jeans, sweatshirt and a beaten-up gray Stetson. The background looks to be a sports bar that, for some reason, hosts a buffalo styled mechanical bull. By the time the camera has finished pulling back, we see the bar. The bartender, presumably Hank, puts down his cliched cleaning of a glass and looks into the camera.] Hank: I'll be damned. I didn't even notice the camera crew. TSJ: Sorry to break the illusion, but I wanted to make a point. And Landry here is a required participant. Hank: His name is Ditka, damnit! I keep telling you! [A random voice from the corner chimes in.] Randy: Don Shula was better than tha’ both of thems! [Hank the Bartender reflexively throws a beer bottle off screen, where it presumably nearly hits the source of the random voice.] Hank: I swear to God, Randy! I won't hear your Dolphin sacrilege in this establishment! I would drown you in Ditka's very life blood based hair tonic if you hadn't married my sister! I still may! [Tesla sighs, glancing between the two men, waiting for them to finish.] Randy: Did you know that a male dolphin is called a "bull"? Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen were dolphins! [Hank violently throws a whiskey bottle at Randy.] Hank: May the ghost of Walter Peyton preserve my sould! I have a whole shelf of these, Randy! A whole shelf! [Tesla snaps her fingers and the bar goes silent. Everything, including time freezes.] TSJ: I've always wanted to try that. Doesn't always work from what I understand. Usually only happens in certain environments to certain people who've had enough contact with all things related to the "Bastardnomicon." And even then... [Tesla pauses. Walks to the bar, reaches behind it and takes a beer. When Hank doesn't react or move, Tesla turns back to the camera.] TSJ: The constant state of inebriation of The Fraternity Boys makes sense but like I said, it only works in certain citations. And you have to believe in the legacy of all things bastard. I never stopped. I never forgot. I never gave up the dream that I could someday win the MBC Women's Championship. Even if everything exists now under the banner of L-PRO, part of its very soul is forged by the MBC anvil and hammer. [Tesla walks back over to the buffalo and brushes back some of its fake hair.] TSJ: That goal, the MBC Women’s Title, has always eluded me as has the UWF Women's title. The biggest titles always have but none more than those two. I’ve always come up short. Or denied the opportunity. Or pure, dumb luck. Or I had different priorities that needed to be addressed. Its ben a long career. It wasn't long before they were screaming "Wide Right" at me or calling me "buffalo princess." But you endure. You do more than that. You overcome. You prove them wrong. Would I prefer to take the Goblin Queen to task? Aye, but she made the bed of nails she has to lay in. Is the House of Bastards an ideal match to reclaim the title and legacy? In normal circumstances, no. But if this is my moment, the time I win the greatest prize I've ever sought in this business, then it is absolutely perfect. No longer would be I be a "buffalo princess." I'd be the [MEEP]damn Queen of the Buffalo and your mother[MEEP]ing champion. [Tesla snaps her fingers to resume time.] Randy: Shula! Hank: Ditka! TSJ: Sweet [MEEPing] Jesus! Shut the [MEEP] up! Randy: Such language! Hank: Saints of Comiskey and Wrigley preserve us! [Fade to [MEEP]ing black.] MW: To try and call Tesla St. James anything other than highly focused tonight would be a big, big mistake. She wants to take home the gold more than anything else, the MBC Women's Title has eluded her for so many years and now she has a chance to make it hers. TL: The fans really have gotten behind her, we'll have to see if she can pull it off later on tonight. MW: But first up, it's the L-PRO Women's Title match. Since its inception at Brawl From The Mall we've already seen the title change hands, and Jan Delgado wants to make sure we don't see a third champion before the end of 2020! Let's get back to the ring now! L writer: mb P __ \ / ----------------------------------------------- R _) X |_| L-PRO WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH O /__/ \ |----------------------------------------------- JAN DELGADO(c) vs SCOTTIE SARATOGA BC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the L-PRO Women's Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first... ["Seven Nation Army" blasts out over the loudspeakers to a heavily booing crowd, and before long Scottie Saratoga marches out from the locker rooms ready for war.] BC: The challenger! Weighing in at one hundred and thirty-six pounds, from Memphis, Tennessee... SCOOOOOOOOOTTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE SAAAARAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAA! [Not interested in slapping hands or focusing on anything but the task in front of her, Scottie walks down to the ring and immediately rolls into the ring, eager to get it all going. And now "Animal" by Ellie Goulding pumps up the crowd, seconds after it begins the spotlights go swirling around and the champion bursts out into the arena!] BC: And her opponent! From Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and two pounds, the L-PRO Women's Heavyweight Champion... JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN DELLLLLLLLLLLLGAAADOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [The young woman wears a black and white zebra-print cropped top and matching bikini bottoms. She also wears a pair of white boots, her hair parted in the middle and falling straight down her back. She comes down the aisle quickly, happy to stretch out and tag fans before hopping up onto the ring apron and climbing the turnbuckles. With her back to her challenger, she bobs her head to the music a few seconds before hopping back down, spinning around to face a less than impressed Scottie.] MW: And here we go now with maybe the biggest match so in the short history of the L-PRO Women's Championship, as Delgado looks to retain against Saratoga tonight. CJ: Just by saying that you're ignoring all the great work Taryn Weller did as champion. TL: You mean by winning a match she probably had no business winning? And then promptly losing a rematch to reset the universe? CJ: ... I'm sure she did a great photo shoot with the belt. [Right after the bell rings, Delgado takes up a defensive stance against her foe, but Scottie doesn't even flinch. Both veteran wrestlers, knowing how important it is to try and set their own pace, stare at one another with a few feet between them daring the other to try and make the first move. Soon it's Scottie who eventually motions to lock up, the challenger raising her arms up with an invitation to the champion. Jan takes a step forward and then ducks down, looking to snare Saratoga into an inside cradle but instead as Scottie pitches forward to try and play defense, Jan rolls backwards and back up to her feet, tapping her finger against her temple with a smirk crossing her lips at her opponent.] TL: Looks like the champ is trying to play some mind games early here. Interesting, since we've seen Scottie be the one to try and outfox Jan Delgado until now. MW: The crowd seems to approve of it, and now here we go into a proper lock-up. And Scottie with control now, let's see if she keeps her cool or if she makes Delgado pay for that stunt. [Almost as soon as the words leave Matt's mouth, Saratoga just picks the much smaller Jan up and drops her with gusto into a backbreaker across her own outstretched knee. The impact causes Delgado to fold backwards into a shape that can't feel good at all, and once she's on the mat Scottie goes right to work with some knees into the ribcage to soften her up for a stretching armlock. The challenger hears the boos of the crowd as she works Jan over and tries to position her for a surfboard-type of hold, the back already a big target as Delgado does her best to try and get back onto her feet. She's able to trip Saratoga to the mat but rather than try for a flash cover attempt for real this time Jan rolls to the corner and grabs for the ropes to try and stand up. A twinge of pain in her back is noticeable already, and as Scottie returns to her feet she sees it too. Rushing into the corner Jan catches her with a sidestep and a trip face-first into the buckles. With a quick jump and spin in midair into a sunset flip out of the corner she tries for the fast victory... 1! 2! And Scottie kicks out easily!] MW: It's hard to say who's got an upper hand out of the gate. Jan's getting to use her speed but I don't think Saratoga is letting her get away with a lot of it. TL: That backbreaker may come into play here before too long though, especially if Scottie keeps focusing on it. CJ: That's sound strategy no matter what. Can't breathe in, no oxygen in the lungs, Jan goes night night. MW: Back on her feet now and Scottie with a vicious backhand to Delgado, and a slam to the mat! And she's kneeling on her abdomen now and wrenching that shoulder at the same time. [Ever the crafty technician, Saratoga rises only to drop a knee into Delgado's stomach and make her turn onto her side, at which point a straddling Scottie drops a series of three knees into her ribs and then applies an armbar with a deep lean against her side with all of her weight. As Jan tries to reach for the ropes to force a break, she's working against her opponent's leverage now, fighting hard.] TL: Scottie Saratoga is getting to wrestle the way she wants here. She's grounded Delgado, working on that shoulder and still doing everything she can to take away her air too. CJ: Maybe that belt is just cursed. Makes anyone who holds it weaker, unlucky... did we dig it up from some kind of burial ground? TL: Stop trying to give Weller excuses. MW: Delgado still struggling here- WAIT WE HAVE A ROLL-UP! ONE! TWO! THR- KICKOUT BY SARATOGA AGAIN! That was so close! TL: She was pushing counter to Scottie's weight to get into the ropes, but as soon as she went backwards the other way all that leverage was against Scottie and Jan just about scored a huge win! Nicely done, and now she's at least out of that armbar. [The moral victory is short-lived for Jan though, as she rolls to her knees and is promptly kicked square in the face by Scottie to keep her control anyways. A facelock pulls Delgado to her feet but as Saratoga drags her to the near corner and starts to propel herself up the turnbuckles by her legs for a trademark Tornado DDT... ...Delgado frees herself and Scottie has to put on the breaks, seated awkwardly on the top turnbuckle and leaves herself open to a standing dropkick square in the face! Down goes Saratoga to the outside apron! HUGE POP!] MW: Wow! Scottie Saratoga just tried to pull out one of those seven finishing maneuvers she's been talking about lately but Jan was ready for it! TL: The tornado DDT might have stopped this match cold but a dropkick to the outside has saved the title reign for Delgado, at least for now. [Forced to pick herself back up on the ring apron, Scottie doesn't seem as Jan goes right after her and doesn't give her a chance to regroup as she pulls her right back through the ropes and then drops Saratoga with a snapmare, bounces off the far ropes and does a baseball slide dropkick to bowl her over. The crowd is getting excited as Jan tries for another cover, but this time Scottie kicks out just after a two and it quiets the audience back down. Brushing off the soreness as much as she can, Jan leaps off the ropes and twists into an elbowdrop that connects and keeps her larger opponent from getting up on her feet, and a spinning heel kick off the ropes keeps the momentum square on her side. The agility pays off until it doesn't, after a brief flurry of offense Scottie manages to get to her feet and stops Delgado's satellite headscissors bid by simply yanking her straight down out of it to the mat face-first and causing the champion to bounce hard. An audible "ooh" raises up from the crowd, as Delgado tries to reach for the ropes but instead she's dragged right to the middle of the ring by the legs, at which point Saratoga flips her over and starts to go for a submission hold.] MW: The figure-four leglock, Scottie's going to lock it on! CJ: That's another of her seven deadly finishers! MW: Delgado kicks her off! She knew what was coming, and once again Jan Delgado is able to avoid catastrophe! [Into the turnbuckles, Scottie is sent flying with a push-off. Staggering backwards, Delgado tries to roll her up once more but this time her foe is aware of it and instead drops Jan back to the mat in a different submission hold, a chicken-wing over the shoulder crossface hold. Jan's face contorts in pain as she struggles to try and stretch for the ropes in vain, each time she gets close Scottie uses her own leg to keep the rope just a little out of her reach. The crowd boos heavily for that, trying to will Jan into escaping, which eventually she does manage to do to force Scottie to let go. She does, and drags Delgado right back to the middle of the ring and drops both knees into the small of her back again, rolls her over and once again tries for a figure-four leglock. But again Jan finds a counter, snaring her with a cradle again as her foe tries to reach down and grab for Jan's leg!] MW: ONE! TWO! THRE- NOOO! That's another close call by Jan, she's trying to do whatever she has to to take this match! CJ: Yeah and all it's doing is wearing herself down. She's playing right into Scottie's hands like this, that's just not smart strategy. MW: I do find it interesting once again that one of her signature moves fails her, that figure-four leglock. TL: That goes to show you how much homework Jan's done on her. She's avoided the figure-four, she had an answer to the tornado DDT. CJ: Good thing she's got five more locked and loaded then. [Thwarted again from getting to use one of her finishing moves, Scottie picks herself up only to be cut down with another spinning heel kick from Delgado, and the champion goes into superball mode as she ducks and dodges attempted strikes by Scottie, leaping over an elbowstrike and coming back with a rolling kick of her own. A huge uppercut is finally what lands and leaves Saratoga on rubber legs, but Jan tries to go to the second rope for a bulldog and is actually caught and tossed straight into the mat by the heavier and taller wrestler. Jan tries to pop up again and is greeted with a VICIOUS chop block into the back of the knee that folds her up and leaves her in agony on the mat while Scottie picks herself up once more and stomps her in the knee and for good measure a few more into the small of the back. Dragging her by the leg and arm closer to the corner the challenger climbs slowly to the top rope and leaps off, constricting herself in midair for a majestic frog splash... ...into the outstretched knees of Jan Delgado! HUGE POP!] MW: Oh no! That high risk didn't have the high reward she was hoping for, Scottie is down! TL: She sure is, but in the process that knee took the brunt of the impact, Delgado can't capitalize or take back over here. I think at best that's a stalemate! MW: And what's more, the frog splash is the third signature maneuver we've seen by Scottie Saratoga that she's identified as one of her seven. And all three have proven to be ineffective here tonight against our battling champion. [The composed Scottie is starting to show signs of anger as she slaps the mat, still doubled up from her frog splash not working and when she tries to get back onto her feet she's met with a heavy knife-edge chop from a one legged Delgado, who's gingerly trying to keep weight off of her knee. Scottie fires back with a chop of her own, rattling Delgado but neither one wants to back down and soon they're both throwing punches to no avail. A sharp kick to her good leg takes Jan to her knees and Scottie hooks another front facelock, trying to whip off a tornado DDT out of nowhere... And somehow, Delgado is able to counter again with an overhead suplex throw back into the middle of the ring on Scottie!] MW: My word! Once again Jan is smart enough to escape Scottie's plans, but enough damage has been done between her knee and her back that she can't follow-up nearly as fast as she'd like to! CJ: You'd almost think that was her plan, huh? TL: If not, it's a happy accident. But I don't think Scottie is willing to leave any of it to chance. [Up a little slower now, Saratoga is met with a kneelift and a front facelock from Jan, who tries to pick her opponent up off the mat with it and instead the size differential allows Scottie to be the one to toss Delgado off. Jan comes right back at her but finds herself caught in a double underhook and the Memphis native tries to send her flying with a release butterfly suplex... and the nimble Delgado lands on her feet, runs into the ropes and surprises Saratoga when she turns around with a flying bodypress that knocks both wrestlers out over the top rope crashing to the floor! The disaster of them both landing together in a heap leaves the crowd with baited breath, and once more Saratoga is the first to make it back onto her feet, climbing back onto the ring apron. Jan catches her and prevents her from getting all the way back in the ring though, grabbing her leg at first and then joining her up on the apron. A quick fistfight ensues, won by the challenger and Scottie lands a big short-arm clothesline that staggers her, after which Saratoga lifts Jan up across her shoulders looking for a Death Valley Driver on the apron...] MW: DVD- and Jan Delgado lands on her feet! Dropkick and back to the floor again goes Scottie! Incredible footwork by the champion! TL: Every time we think she's been crippled by Scottie Saratoga's precise attacks, Delgado keeps on proving why she's the proud champion that she is. [Still standing on the apron, Jan manages to avoid every attempted sweep by Scottie to trip her up. She goes left when Scottie goes right, jumps over another try and sends a wild kick square back into the face that leaves Saratoga stumbling backwards into the boards. Steadying herself, Jan leaps off into a moonsault off the apron next but to her surprise Scottie is able to catch her with ease, the much smaller wrestler finding herself caught and POSTED right into the steel corner of the ring with a loud CRACK! The audience cringes out loud at the result, and an impressive press slam later Delgado lays on the apron as Saratoga crawls in over her to break the ten count, then back to the floor once again. The awareness at all times allows the challenger to pull Jan's leg and drag her to the far side of the ring apron, wrapping said leg around the corner post and wedging it against the canvas for a moment. One moment is all it takes, as Scottie hits a standing dropkick to crush Jan's already damaged knee and leg against the ringpost again, causing Delgado to scream out loud in pain as she sits up with a start!] CJ: You weren't gonna use that, were you Jan-Jan? This thing's almost over, Scottie Saratoga is too smart and too good to keep falling for these tricks. MW: I don't think I agree with that at all, but you do have to wonder just how much more damage Jan Delgado can withstand on her leg like this. At least Saratoga is heading back into the ring now. [Intense booing from the crowd doesn't appear to bother Saratoga at all as she slips back under the ropes and once upright drags her opponent back into the ring by the legs also. Abusing her with repeated kicks against the knee and into the hamstring area as well, a dragonscrew legwhip really has Delgado suffering and trying desperately to pick herself back up to a standing base. Scottie toys with her a bit, eventually slapping on a modified cloverleaf style hold as she digs into the knee itself while trapping the lower half of Jan's leg under her own thigh. The loud screams of pain as Jan tries to will herself to stay in the match is overshadowed by the crowd trying to cheer her on, all as Scottie stares stonefaced back at the people in the front row. The official checks with Jan more than once to see that she's still in the match, and the champion shakes her head no to wave off the official, reaching out desperately for the ropes to cling to. Her foe suitably weakened now, Scottie releases the submission hold and hoists Delgado back onto her feet and up even further, into the air for a hanging kneebreaker that leaves Jan down badly on the mat.] TL: At a certain point the focus for Jan Delgado may be not to retain her title here but to keep her career. Knee injuries have a way of derailing you sometimes for weeks or months, and she's not a rookie by any means. MW: It also shows how calculating Scottie Saratoga can be. We saw her decimate Rachel Carlisle leading up to tonight and it's going to take a lot to keep her from reaching the goal of becoming champion. CJ: I think I just heard Delgado give up! MW: Stop it, you did not! [Despite Jan being very much dead weight at this point, Saratoga manages to lift her up twice more for another pair of kneebreakers though the third one she drops her knee-first into the top turnbuckle instead. Delgado collapses exhausted across the top rope entirely, and with ruthless enjoyment out of it all Scottie drags her off and cinches in an agonizing stretch muffler lock, letting all the blood drain into Jan's head as she dangles by the leg hung around Scottie's neck.] MW: Well this match has without a doubt being ground to a halt here ever since it went to the floor, it's been all Scottie Saratoga as she works over the leg. TL: And that's adding insult to injury on top of everything, the stretch muffler is a hold Jan herself has been known to use at times. [One more time the official checks on Jan's condition to see if she can continue, but she again waves him off and tries to keep fighting onward. The muffler grinds away at her leg, but as her challenger tries to keep it locked in place Delgado uses her core strength to pull right up and swing up to a seated position on Scottie's shoulders... And hurls herself backwards with a devastating reverse rana that spikes Scottie's head into the mat! "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" The momentum is enough to knock Saratoga senseless for an extended period, or at least long enough for Delgado to claw her way to the near corner and sit against the turnbuckles, hammering away on her own knee and willing herself to try and get back into the match for real. The race to stand up is on, as a severely dazed Saratoga fights to her feet, and Delgado thinks quickly and reaches up, flipping herself onto the turnbuckles with arm strength so that she's ready to go off the top. She's unsteady but launches anyways with a cannonball flip... ...crashing into not only Saratoga but also the official inadvertantly as down goes all three!] MW: OH NO! Jan Delgado has taken everybody out including the referee! TL: And herself, I think she knocked herself just as loopy here! [Delgado struggles to one good leg and one limping as Scottie picks herself up, looking just as glassy eyed and not sure of where she is right now. The referee is down by the side of the ring, and as Delgado comes swinging at Scottie the larger wrestler manages to lift and hit a stun gun across the top rope, propelling Jan backwards into her arms. Instinct taking over one more time as a second referee comes rushing down the aisle towards the ring, just as Scottie lifts Jan up and backwards into a german bridging suplex! The new official dives in under the ropes in position to make the count... ...as the first referee rolls over and sees what's happening as well... 11! 22! 33! [The L-PRO faithful hears the bell and erupts, although none of them can be sure of who's actually won the match!] MW: Wait a minute, the match is over... but what just happened? TL: Two different referees are out here, but look at Delgado and Saratoga. They both think they've won this! [Indeed now that the match is over, Delgado lays slumped by the side ropes but with an arm defiantly in the air claiming victory. At the same time Scottie is on her knees with both arms straight up, declaring herself as the winner and the new champion as a result. The second referee gets up and lifts Scottie's arm to signify that she's won, causing a TIDAL WAVE of boos from the crowd.] MW: It looks like we have a new champion! Saratoga with the upset- but wait a minute, now the first official is raising Delgado's arm! [The current champion hobbles to her feet now, protesting and pointing back at the original referee who's still declaring her the winner. Now the crowd goes berserk with cheers! HUGE POP!] CJ: What the hell? MW: It looks like we have a difference of opinion, each referee seems to have a different take on the decision... here comes Bill Chapman to try and sort this out at least. [Chapman climbs to the apron, trying to make sense of the chaos as the two referees confer with him. Both Delgado and Saratoga continue to make their claims to winning, and with the crowd watching and waiting it soon falls to the ring announcer to make the announcement.] BC: Ladies and gentlemen, it is the official decision that BOTH WRESTLERS' SHOULDERS were down for the three count... Therefore, this match is A DRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! [Not a popular decision to anyone in the building as a LOUD chorus of boos rise up, and both of the women at the end of the decision continue to loudly protest against it.] BC: As a result, AND STILL L-PRO Women's Champion... JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN DELLLLLLGAAAAAAADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [This draws a loud pop at least, somewhat comforting the crowd a little bit but an irate Scottie Saratoga grabs the original referee and threatens to throttle him, before storming out of the ring looking like she's ready to murder someone. Meanwhile Jan is handed back her championship belt, and raises it up though the look on her face isn't one of satisfaction either.] CJ: Oh give me a break, you don't fool me sweetheart. You stole this one but you're still champion, boo hoo. MW: That's not all it's about, Jan Delgado is a proud competitor and didn't want to just see this end in a non-decision. TL: It's an unfortunate situation here, but I'm willing to bet it's not the last we've seen between either of these two women. ["Animal" picks up over the PA system, as the champion slowly begins to leave the ring, careful not to put much weight on her damaged leg as she does.] MW: Definitely not, Saratoga took Delgado to the limit and vice versa, what a match that was right up until the ending. We've got a lot more coming up fans, and we'll be back in just a moment with more from tonight here at 2x4! [Fade to black.]