Peter: Well there it is, Jeff Jackson’s Streak is over, and he moves on to Round two.
Bertram: Yes, but who will he be facing in Round 2?
Jim: Yo Momma.
Bertram: …..I don’t think so Jim.
Peter: *Laughing*

PA System:
Eat the rich; I gotta get this off my chest. Eat the rich, Take one bite now… spit out the rest

{Aerosmith’s ‘Eat the Rich’ pumps through the arena speakers as Vinny Vegas walks through the curtain to a wave of boo’s, and a few cheers. Vegas is accompanied by two good looking females, as he makes his way to the ring. He stops to look at a fan sign reading, “Vegas should be champ.” and smiles, even giving a hug to the girl holding the sign. Vegas continues to the ring and has his ‘entourage’, hold the ropes open for him as he gets into the ring. Vegas is in the ring}

Peter: Are those the same two women from the last show guys?
Bertram: Nope, that’s just how good Vinny is…
Jim: I don’t beweave that sine one damn bit*BELCH*
Bertram: I do, I agree whole-heartedly.
Peter: You would, but the fact of the matter is Vegas lost too much blood and that was it. He lost, deal with it.

PA System:
Say I got trouble, trouble in my eyes… I'm just looking for Another good time. My heart, my heart, Kickstart my heart

{The Diablo slayer steps onto the stage, jumping a little bit, as he swings his arms, stretching them, while Motley Crue’s ‘Kickstart my Heart’ thunders through the speakers. The fans cheer a little, as TDS slaps his hands against his head and he sprints down to the ring, sliding in beneath the bottom rope. The entire time he slides in he has his mouth open and his tongue out, as he gets up. Not once do his eyes leave Vegas, as he checks his pads, and the turnbuckle and the song fades out.}

Bertram: Good god would you look at this behemoth.
Peter: He’s not really that big.
Bertram: No, but he’s scary.
Jim: So iz ur face.
Peter: Have you been drinking with Kansas, Jim?
Jim: No….Maybe….I dunno…..
Bertram: Yes.
Jim: Lemme think bout it a minute…….ready….break….*Jim claps and falls face into the table asleep.*

(*DING*DING*DING*)

{Diablo eyes Vegas as Vegas just rolls his eyes and shrugs the mean glares from the underdog. The two circle, and go in for a tie up, but Vegas socks Diablo in the mouth instead knocking him back. The Diablo Slayer, rubs his jaw a couple times, as he smiles and nods and the two circle again.}

Bertram: Yawn…I think Coors has a good idea.
Peter: It just started!

{The two go in for a tie up, and this time TDS makes sure to block the incoming right hand from Vegas, and gets the tie up, and using his weight advantage delivers two stiff knees to Vegas’ midsection. TDS speeds up his pace a little and quickly flips Vegas with a gut-wrench suplex. Vegas sits up and is obviously stunned by the look on his face as he places a hand on his lower back. TDS wastes no time in capitalizing and rips Vinny to his feet, and shoves him into the corner chest first. TDS charges with what appears to be a clothesline, but Vegas puts an elbow into his chin staggering him backwards a half step, and Vegas uniquely uses the top rope to spring his feet backwards and up around TDS’s neck. Vegas then spins off the top rope flipping TDS to the mat.}

Peter: That was innovative.
Bertram: It’s been done.
Peter: It’s all been done.
Bertram: Did you just quote a Bare Naked Ladies song?

{TDS slips beneath the bottom rope, and regains himself as Vegas climbs to the Top turnbuckle.}

Peter: Where does he think he’s going?
Bertram: Someplace dangerous…for the Diablo slayer….

{TDS, Goes to get back and the ring and gets to the apron, and before he can turn back Vegas leaps from the turnbuckle placing his leg out, and the back of his knee into the back of TDS’s shoulders taking him straight to the outside area.}

Peter: HOLY SHIT AND TITTIES BATMAN! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT!
Bertram: WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS STRAIGHT TO THE OUTSIDE!

{Neither Vegas, nor The Slayer are moving as Joey Moe slides out to make sure they are both still able to compete. He checks Vegas as they both start to stir. TDS sits up and gathers his bearings, as Vegas rolls over and pushes himself to a knee. Vegas stumbles backwards onto his feet, and touches his backside and the impact area from his maneuver, he is met with a hard shoulder tackle by the Diablo Slayer. TDS grabs Vegas to his feet and looks to throw Vegas into the turnbuckle. TDS does but Vegas acrobatically counters it by running directly up the turnbuckle post, and back flipping back towards TDS.}

Bertram: Holy Hell!
Peter: I’m amazed he has that much left in his tank.

{TDS Easily catches the lighter Vegas on his shoulder and power slams him onto the matting outside of the ring. TDS picks up Vegas by his hair, as Vegas tries to catch his breath, and looks to the crowd who cheers. TDS rolls Vegas back into the ring, and begins stalking behind Vegas as he slowly gets to his feet. Vegas starts by sitting up, using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He gets to a knee and wraps his arm over the middle rope, pulling himself into a bent position and he has no clue TDS is behind him, until The Diablo charges and springboards off the second rope bringing an elbow down into the crown of Vinny’s head as he is half bent over and starting to stand up.}

Bertram: I’m not sure who’s winning here.
Peter: Well it’s clearly not Vegas…..
Bertram: …..Since when did you support faces?
Peter: Since you showed up……hey wait…since when the hell did you not notice a signature move?
Jim: …..z.z..z….zzzzz….Bertram’s a douche…..
Bertram: HEY…… at least I smell nice.

{TDS walks around just grimacing down at the fallen Vegas, who tries to get up but TDS shoves him back to the mat with his foot.}

Bertram: Is he always this mean?
Peter: Vegas deserves every bit of what he’s getting…He’s arrogant, He’s pompous, he’s a straight up douche…..HEY, He’s just like you Betty.
Bertram: He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this. He’s Vinny Vegas….What’s wrong with you? How can you be betting against Vegas?
Peter: Well lemme tell, ya…I walked in to my bookie’s office the other day Bernice, and I told him I wanted to place bet…*Prattles a bit before fading away as the audio team turns his mic down.*……………….

{TDS grabs the back of Vegas’ hair again, pulling him to his feet before whipping him across the rings into the ropes. Vegas bounces off and returns as TDS meets him with a short-running leaping lariat, but Vegas somehow manages to duck the signature, and starts to springboard off the second turnbuckle when TDS Grabs his shoulders and pulls him back with his knees in the small of his back.}

Peter: WOW!
Bertram: That was actually pretty nice…
Peter: I like that this is an Anarchy rules match and neither one of these two have went for a weapon.
Bertram: See that’s because they’re smart. They like glory, and long careers. They’ll save the real brutality for the pay per views.

{Vegas rolls on the mat holding his back in pain, as TDS stands and puts an arm in the air, before cocking it back down towards his throat directly at the elbow and straight down with a thumb…..He lowers the thumb to his neck and then smashes the air with his left hand, as he grabs the wrist of Vegas, and begins to pull him to his feet.}

Bertram: …uh oh, this might actually end badly for Vegas….He’s calling for The Diablo Killer!!!

{Vegas sees the easy opening in The Slayers defense and takes it as he’s being pulled to his feet and hammers a direct shot into his vulnerable miniature twins.}

Peter: Oh right in the banana boys and girls…Please don’t try that at home.
Bertram: The banana?

{Vegas quickly wraps his arm in front of TDS’s chest grabbing the right shoulder while placing his head behind TDS’s left shoulder, He sidesteps and backflips, still holding TDS, and slamming him back first into the mat. Vegas quickly hooks a leg and Cover’s while Joey Moe drops his fat ass to the mat and counts ..........1 ..........2 ..........Kickout!}

Bertram: KICKOUT OF THE ROYAL FLUSH?
Peter: SERIOUSLY?
Jim: ..zzz….No I’m just playin…zzzzz…..

{Vegas stands and grabs TDS and puts his head between his legs, but TDS pushes forward and slams Vegas into the turnbuckle. TDS, Stands and begins pummeling Vegas with rights and lefts before he climbs the turnbuckle, and the crowd begins counting the punches. ..........1 ..........2 ..........3 ..........4 ..........5 ..........6 ..........7 ..........8 ..........9 ..........Before the last punch TDS pauses and shows the fist to the crowd when Vegas again knocks a shot to the cock, this time with a vicious headbutt.}

Bertram: Well at least his wife’s dead and he won’t be needing those any more.
Peter: ……DAMN……
Bertram: What? It was only a shot to th-
Peter: No you, holy shit that was just plain fucking evil man…..Like that was straight up criminal Beatrice.
Bertram: ……….Your sarcasm confuses me Pecker.

{TDS drops off the turnbuckle and Vegas hops to the middle rope, and ducks TDS’s head between his legs. Vegas then flips off and pulls TDS with him into a piledriver. Vegas coves and puts his feet clearly on the ropes for leverage, but Joey Moe doesn’t seem to see it, and even if he did he probably didn’t care as he dropped his ass down to count the pin ..........1 ..........2 ..........3!}

(*DING*DING*DING*)

Peter: Oh shit…
Bertram: Whatsamatter Petey….upset that I was right?
Peter: He had to cheat to do it….this isn’t good….
Bertram: Why because I…WAS…RIGHT…AGAIN!
Peter: No I owe people money….Could you be a real John Deer, and hand me that cooler Betty…Thanks sweetheart.
Bertram: Well While I get this man a beer, you folks enjoy a commercial and a pissbreak before coming back to join me, Bertram Perry as the only Sober, stable minded commentator gives you the call on All Nite Action….Here ya go..dumbshit…

[Commercial.]