(Marcus Jackson is seen backstage when Alec Fleming passes by the camera)

Marcus Jackson:
Holy fuck...was that Alec Flem, wait what in the hell is he doin here? Oh there he is...there he is....TDS! Diablo slayer...

TDS:
Yea?

Marcus:
You are now officially in the Anarchy Wrestling record books, I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on your acheivments.

TDS:
Yea, what'd I do that's so special?

Marcus:
Well let's see, The last and longest reigning Iron Man champion, as well as the First Untamed champion. I was wondering what your thoughts are right now.

TDS:
Well... *TDS looks into the camera and speaks to the fans* Thank you for your support, and now it's time to show everyone why I am the untamed champion. I will move forward and become the longest reigning Untamed champion... My aggression is unmatched, and ready to be unleashed. I am...the Diablo Slayer, are you ready?

(TDS walks away leaving Marcus standing there.)

Marcus:
...umm...back to you guys?

(We go to Laura Layne in the ring.)

Laura Layne:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout is for the highly prized Anarchy Wrestling North American championship, and will be fought under win by submission rules only! Introducing first! Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, the 'Godless Man' Aaadiraaan, Corrr-nelll!!!

PA System:

[Cornell now takes his place at the top of the ramp, a small cage in his left hand, and a blank focused look upon his face. He ignores the fans as he makes his way to the ring, no showing off, no show-boating, no nothing. Just business. Cornell sets the small cage on the apron and rolls in beneath the bottom rope, stands up, and walks to the far turnbuckle, and sitting down on the mat, resting against the bottom turnbuckle, awaiting Jeff Jackson...]

Laura Layne:
And now, his opponent! Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, he is 'The Killer' Jeeeff Jaaack-sooon!

PA System:

[Jackson appears at the top of the ramp, and extends his arms out to his side, and lets out a thunderous roar. He's dressed head to toe in black, his shirt reads "He's Back!" He makes his way to the ring, and hops onto the apron, again throwing his arms out, and belting out a furious roar. He climbs the corner from the outside, and pearches atop it, staring Cornell down. He jumps down, and rests against the turnbuckles.]

Bertram:
Neither one of these fighters look sane!

Peter:
That's what happens when you go off your meds and start drinking rat's blood.

Bertram:
That's just insane!

Peter:
So is paying trannies to strip, but you don't see me...

Bertram:
DAMN IT!

(Coors is heard laughing, and cracking open another silver bullet.)

(*DING*DING*DING*)

(Cornell and Jackson don't lock up immediately, instead they begin walking in a circle, just staring each other down, the referee isn't sure what to think of this at all. Finally the two stop, and just stare intensely into each other's eyes.)

Jim:
Are they going to make out, or fight!?

Bertram:
I think thery're going to tare each other limb from limb, All Night Action Four didn't do any good for their friendship, that's for sure!

Peter:
Don't lie, you'd love to watch thm make out.

Bertram:
What in the...

Jim:
No, one would have to be in a dress.

Peter:
BAHAHAHA!

Jim:
BAHAHAHA!

Bertram:
This is rediculous.

(Cornell and Jackson lunge toward one another in a clinch, both men taking turns pushing the other around the ring before letting go, and both men delivering extremely fierce repetitive blows to one anothers head.)

Peter:
This is a slugfest!

Jim:
(spitting out beer) SHI-I-IT!!! *coughs*

(Jackson finally gets the upper hand, and Irish-whips Cornell into the ropes, upon return Cornell dives for a lariat and connects with Jackson, sending both men down. Just as quick as the fall, they're both back to their feet, and this time Cornell is on the attack, kicking Jackson in the gut and whipping him over with a snap suplex. Jackson gets to his feet before Cornell. Jackson kicks Cornell in the head, and grabs the back of his head, punching straight to his forehead. Cornell throws a few punches to Jackson's gut to no avail. Jackson shrugs them off, and pulls Cornell to his feet throwing him back to the ropes, and catching him on the rebound and delivering a thunderous sidewalk slam.)

Jim:
These two really, really, really don't like each other.

Peter:
No S***, Sherlock.

(Jackson gets to his feet to acknowledge the crowd for a moment, Cornell rolls him up from behind, but there's no count made. Jackson rolls through, and Cornell gets into the referees face before remembering this is a submissions match. This delay give Jackson enough time to get his bearing straight, and he posts up in the turnbuckle, Cornell turns around, and Jackson lunges at him with a flying elbow, Cornell ducks and Jackson takes out our referee!)

Peter:
I don't believe that!

Jim:
Isn't it illegal to hit the ref?

Peter:
*sighs* Bertram you want to take that one?

Bertram:
Nope.

Peter:
Why not?

Bertram:
Because you'll turn it into another tranny joke, and I'm sick of it.

Peter:
What ever.

Bertram:
Fine... It looks like Jackson has hit the wrong target on that manuever, he looks confused!

Jim:
Just as confused as we were when we watched you tip that stripping tranny.

Peter:
BAHAHAHA!

Bertram:
That's it.

(Jackson gets to his feet, not even worrying about the referee, but Cornell meets him with a kick to left bicep.)

Peter:
What athleticism from the professor!

(Jackson grabs his shoulder and winces in pain, Cornell throws another kick to his head, knocking Jackson off of his feet. Cornell now starts punching Jackson in the forehead, Jackson answeres with a low blow, and a brainbuster! Jackson to his feet tries waking up the ref, but no luck, he turns around heads toward Cornell, leg sweep! Cornell mounts Jackson, and starts throwing punches all over! Side of the head, forehead, jaw, other sid of the head, he is relentless!)

Bertram:
Cornell is hungry for a win here tonigh!

Peter:
With the North American title on the line, no S***!

Jim:
*BURRRP!*

(Cornell grabs Jacksons left arm, and rolls to his right side, locking in an armbar, but no concious official is around!)

Jim:
Cornell has that hold locked in tight!

Peter:
Well, why would he lock it in loose?

Jim:
Come on man, what's with the insults?

Peter:
You two say a lot of redundent and stupid things. I'm just pointing them out.

Jim:
You need a beer, relax, Jack.

(Cornell is still cranking on that arm hard, Jackson's scream can be heard throughout the arena, but still he doesn't tap)

Bertram:
That shoulder is going to pop out of it's socket any moment!

(Jackson begins tapping fiercely on the mat, but the referee is still unconcious. Cornell can be heard screaming back at Jackson "This is YOUR doing!")

Peter:
This, is, insane!

Bertram:
And that's an understatement!

(Cornell finally lets go of the hold, and gets to his feet, picking Jackson up by his head. Jackson is favoring that left arm heavily. Cornell throws an uppercut at Jackson, and hits him with a swinging neck breaker. Again, Cornell reaises Jackson to his feet, this time locking in a hammer lock on the left arm of Jackson, he winces in agony as Adrian ddoes this. Cornell kicks the back of Jackson's left leg, and he drops to a knee, Cornell now leveraging that left arm above Jackson's head, and brings him back to his feet by doing so!)

Bertram:
Jackson cannot handle the agony!

Jim:
*BURRRP!*

Peter:
Just beautiful Jim.

Jim:
Thanks Pete.

Peter:
I was being sarcastic you monkey.

(Jackson stops screaming, and an evil grin comes over his face, Cornell leans in to see what's wrong, thinking he has dislocated the shoulder, Jackson reverses the hammerlock and now spins around behind Cornell, giving him a taste of his own medicine, Cornell dances around in pain, Jackson begins cranking on the arm repeatedly before twisting it again!)

Bertram:
There's the Jeff Jackson we know!

Peter:
No B, that's not Jeff Jackson... That's Damien!

(Jackson now pulls Cornell in close and hiptosses him, following up simultaneously with a leg drop over Cornell's collarbone! Jackson pulls Cornell up by his ears, and throws a couple haymakers at him before Irish whipping him into the ropes, Cornell comes back and Jackson military presses him simultaneously dropping an elbow across his collarbone as Cornell hits the mat!)

Bertram:
Some interesting combination use by Jeff Jackson!

Jim:
I've seem better.

(Jackson stands up, and looks into the camera on the apron he walks to it, and grabs the operator, and tosses him off the apron.)

Bertram:
Jackson now tossing around the camera crew!

Peter:
I just told you dick-@$$, that's Damien, not Jackson!

Bertram:
Whoever it is, he is unleashing hell in that ring!

(Jackson picks Cornell up locks in a sleeper hold, he begins viciously tossing him around, left and right, Cornell looks like a ragdoll! Cornell fades to one knee, and Jackson stands over top of him... COrnell begins to lose his slip, and begins putting his hand below him to keep balance, but he keeps slipping. The referee has finally regained conciousness, and Jackson sees this.)

Bertram:
Cornell can't keep his grip, it almost looks like he's tapping!

Peter:
No way, not this way!

(The referee pushes Jackson off of Cornell, and Jakcson lets go, jumping up and down in celebration, but the ref didn't call for the bell! He takes him to a turnbuckle, and yells at his for attacking him! Cornell attacks from behind with a shot to the head of Jackson! He grabs Jackson's left arm and tosses him to the mat, locking in a recliner-like armbar! Cornell starts to shake Jackson's hand in the air, and it looks like he's now trying to tap! The ref isn't calling it though! Cornell gets frustrated, and goes for the cage he brought with him... He reaches in and grabs a RAT! He shoves it in the downed Jackson's face, Jackson begins swatting it away from his face, but Cornell persues him, Jackson trying to scoot across the ring backwards, and his weakened left arm slips out from under him twice, and then again. The ref calls it!!!)

(*DING*DING*DING*)

Bertram:
Oh My God!

Peter:
Cornell wins! Cornell is the North American champion!!!

Jim:
(sarcastically) Whoo-hoo... (he cracks open another beer.)

(Adrian Cornell continues the attack on Jackson, shoving the whole rat in Jackson's mouth, Jackson can't do anything, he's trying to support that arm, and has backed himself into a corner! Cornell begins laughing hysterically!)

Bertram:
Jackson never tapped! He was trying to get away! COrnell didn't even have him in a submission hold!

Peter:
I'd tap out too if a lunatic was chasing me with some diseased rat!

Bertram:
This is ludacris!

Peter:
No, that's a rapper, moron! This is Adrian Cornell becoming the North American champion!

(Jackson finally retreats, over the barrier through the crowd as the referee raises Cornell's arm in the air, and hands him the North American title. Cornell holds it in the air, the rat in the other hand... He's smirking something sinister.)

???? ????:
This is far from over.

(We hear a voice over a microphone, it's Evan Ross, and he's at the top of the ramp.)

Evan Ross:
Cornell, this is far from over.

(Cornell looks in Ross' direction, he could care less what 'The Boss' has to say, he's the champion. Ross tuns around, and disappears behind the curtain.)

Peter:
I have never seen anything like that, ever!

Jim:
(sarcastically) That was AWESOME!

Bertram:
What do you supposed CEO Evan ROss meant by this is far from over?

Peter:
Hmm... Probably, that this feud, is far from over.

Bertram:
Oh Jesus H. christ.

Jim:
S***! WHERE!?

Bertram:
*sighs*

(Cornell lays the title over the turnbuckle, and picks up the rat's cage, and puts him back in, he grabs his title, and exits the ring.)