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"Step Up"

[Drowning Pool's Step up plays and Morrigan charges the ring. He wastes no time hammering shots on Jackson. Jackson returns some shots and inadvertently clocks Caine twice in the jaw. Caine staggers out of the line of fire.]

{*DING!*DING!*DING!*}

Peter Piper: DAMN. I forgot how bad Ben hates Jeff.
Jim Coors: This aggression is four months in the making.
Peter Piper: Actually longer...

"More Human than Human"

[Morgan Call makes her way leisurely to the ring, as Morrigan and Jackson are still exchanging blows.]

Jim Coors: Oh yea, I almost forgot this was a three way...

Peter Piper: The match was named Menage e Trois....dumbass what'd you think it meant?

Jim Coors: I had no idea what that meant.

Peter Piper: ....I have nothing to say.

[Morgan gets in as Morrigan is launched over the top rope. Morgan taps Jeff lightly on the shoulder and as he turns, slaps him hard enough across the face to drop him to the mat. Morgan wastes no time and pounces on him. Morrigan slides back in the ring, and pulls Morgan off with a German suplex, and turns to take her spot, but gets kicked in the face by Jackson.]

Peter Piper: So far this match could go on a while.

[Morrigan stumbles from the kick and falls out of the ring.]

Jim Coors: THE NA CHAMP IS DRUNK!!
Peter Piper: What?
Jim Coors: Look at him!
Peter Piper:........I'll be damned.

[Indeed as Ben Morrigan leans over the guard rail and ralfs all over a little girl. Inside the ring, Jackson is fending off shots from Morgan Call who seems to have an endless supply of energy. Jackson actually seems hesitant to return the blows, and seems to only be throwing at half power.]

Peter Piper: I think Jackson is trying not to hurt Morg~

[Jackson takes a good chop to the throat and backs away then hauls off and socks Morgan with a right hand. Morgan staggers, but doesn't fall, and Jackson appears shocked.]

Jim Coors: Well she can take it!!

[Jackson unloads his own share of rights and lefts as Morrigan finally slides into the ring, and is on all fours, and Morgan backing away from a Jackson left trips over the intoxicated NA Champ. Jackson's stray left however catches James Caine square in the chin.]

Peter Piper: Uh oh...
Jim Coors: He can't be happy about that one Jim.
Peter Piper: ........You idiot...YOU'RE JIM.
Jim Coors: ...uh...I knew that.

[Caine rubs his chin as Morgan gets up and kicks the NA champ in the ribs. Caine yells something to Jackson who screams back at him. The two are yelling back and forth for a moment before Caine snaps and superkicks Jackson square in the chin. Caine looks at Morgan and Morrigan who is laying flat on his back, before just leaving the ring.]

Jim Coors: Where the hell is? What the hell did?
Peter Piper: Can we finish a sentence alky?
Jim Coors: I but- Just He can't-...I don't.....no.
Peter Piper: VERY GOOD...You made a full statement.

[Morgan looks around for a moment before covering the NA Champ. It takes only a moment for Senior Referee Mike Semen to run down the entryway and slide into the ring for the count. 1.....2......3!]

{*DING!*DING!*DING!*}

Laura Layne: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, and NEW....NORTH AMERICAN
CHAMPION.....MORGAN....CAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!

Jim Coors: Oww...Must she scream that shit?
Peter Piper: Yes... And congratulations to her.... we're out of time.