TONY FATORA: Th' following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is for the Intercontinental Heavyweight Championship! [Loose yourself by Emiem begins to blast as "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin makes his way slowly to the ring. Adam is wearing two English flag bandana's one that cover his head and the other that covers the lower part of his face revealing only his stone cold eyes. Adam makes his way into the ring and stands firm in his corner waiting for the bell to ring.] TONY FATORA: Introducing first, from England... He weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds... He is the reigning and defending Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion... Thissss issss ADAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM... BEEEEEEEEEEEN-JAMIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!!! [CUE UP: "Kashmir" - Led Zeppelin. The fans offer a HUGE positive reaction, rising out of their seats and cheering on Troy Douglas as he walks to the ring.] TONY FATORA: And now the challenger! He hails from Greensboro, North Carolina! He weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds! He issss TRRRRRRROOOOOOOYYYYY... DOOOOOOOUGLAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS!!!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings] [Immediately, Douglas goes on the attack, decking Adam Benjamin with a stiff clothesline. A second and a third clothesline rock the champion in similar fashion. Caught off-guard, Benjamin rolls down to the floor to escape, glaring up at Douglas in disbelief.]

DT: Troy Douglas is ALL fired up! He's definitely shaken the Intercontinental Champion here!

MN: He's loaded for bear, man!

[Douglas slides out of the ring to pursue his prey. With a start, Benjamin turns and runs around the ring; Douglas chases him, only for Benjamin to bound onto the ring barricade and attempt to spring off into a moonsault. His aim is true: He lands right on Douglas. Or rather, on Douglas' shoulder, as the bigger man snaps him up in mid-move, then turns and charges him back-first into the ringpost!]

DT: OW!

MN: That's gonna leave a mark!

DT: Benjamin tried for the railing moonsault, but Douglas won't have any of that!

[With a callous motion, Douglas drops Benjamin to the floor with a body-slam; the impact sends a loud *SMACK* through the arena as flesh meets barely-padded concrete. From there, Douglas grabs Benjamin by the arm and whips him back-first into the barricade, then chops at the champion's chest twice before rolling him into the ring, following him in.]

DT: Douglas is on fire, and he's really taking it to Adam Benjamin here!

[Not wasting a moment, Douglas cradles the head of Benjamin and pulls him off the mat, but Benjamin shoots his hands up and claws at the bigger man's eyes. The move stuns Douglas, allowing Benjamin to take him down with a DDT. The impact causes Douglas to bounce to an unsteady stand, and Benjamin takes advantage by delivering a crisp hiptoss, seguing into a headlock.]

DT: Benjamin looking to regain control here, applying that headlock to control Troy Douglas on the canvas.

MN: He's doin' what works best for Benji, yo.

[It doesn't work for long. With a surge of strength, Douglas boosts to his feet and back-suplexes Benjamin, breaking the headlock. Douglas holds on and brings Benjamin up, then drops him on his head with a brutal backdrop driver! As Benjamin stumbles to his feet, Douglas pounds him in the head with a hard forearm, then delivers a textbook vertical suplex, floating over for a cover!]

DT: Floatover by Douglas, and the hook to the leg! One - TWO - No, Benjamin kicks out!

MN: YEAH! Go Megatron! WOOOOO!

DT: Troy Douglas is NOT Megatron, darn it!

MN: He IS Megatron! MASTER OF THE PREDACONSSSSSSS!!!

DT: I thought I told you that joke got old!

MN: Retro is in, Daaaaaaavey.

[Dragging Benjamin to his feet, Douglas whips him into the ropes, shooting for a spin kick on the rebound; Benjamin ducks and runs under it, coming back to rock Douglas with a forearm. Benjamin then tries for a Greco-Roman takedown from behind, but Douglas reverses him and slaps on a hammerlock. Benjamin reverses THAT into an arm wringer, only for Douglas to matrix-flip out and clothesline the other man down.]

MN: MATRIX Megatron!

DT: What a sequence there by Douglas, breaking up that Benjamin arm-wringer!

[Douglas takes a moment to slug at Benjamin on the mat for a moment, then pulls him up and whips him hard into the corner. Benjamin bounces off the turnbuckles and stumbles out of the corner, where Douglas takes him up and over with a crisp powerslam! The impact shakes the ring, drawing oooohs from the fans; Douglas holds on for the cover.]

DT: WOW, BIG POWERSLAM BY DOUGLAS!!! The cover!

One!

TWO!

-NO, TWO AND A HALF! Benjamin JUST rolled that shoulder off the canvas!

MN: Megatron's just been controlling him from the get-go, man! He knows he could've been fighting for the REALLY big prize tonight, and he wants to prove he's man enough to get there!

[Gruffly, Douglas pulls Benjamin up by the hair, whipping him into the corner and flattening him with a running clothesline. From there, he hooks Benjamin's head and turns him for a swinging neckbreaker, but Benjamin grabs the top rope; thus, Douglas is unable to bring him down and winds up falling all by his lonesome, landing on his back. Thinking quickly, Benjamin boosts himself up with the aid of the corner ropes and lands across Douglas' chest with a Vader Bomb!]

DT: OH! CORNER SPLASH by Benjamin counters the neckbreaker! Benjamin covers - HE'S GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! DAMMIT, HE'S GONNA STEAL IT - DOUGLAS KICKS OUT!!!

MN: Now now, Dave. Benjamin's foot wasn't on the ropes. It was just an optical illusion.

DT: Optical illusion, my foot! Benjamin tried to cheat!

[Benjamin takes control now, pulling Douglas up and slipping in behind him to apply a tight abdominal stretch. The referee drops to a knee in front of Douglas to check on him, but Douglas refuses to quit.]

DT: Abdominal stretch applied now by Adam Benjamin!

MN: Once Benjamin gets his hands on you, you ain't gettin' out! He's like a vice, man.

DT: Douglas not giving up! He's not going to submit!

MN: Megatron's in trouble, though.

DT: Indeed, Benjamin working it in - WHAT THE - BENJAMIN'S GRABBING THE TOP ROPE!!! HE'S USING THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE!!! THAT DAMN CHEATER!!!

MN: Oh, Dave. He's just using it for balance!

DT: This just isn't right! Come on, ref! Do something! The official looking - Benjamin SNEAKS his hand off the rope! Look at him play innocent, the snake!

MN: Benjamin is NOT a snake! He's BIG DADDY ENGLISH!!!

DT: He's a damn scoundrel - AND HE'S GOT HIS HAND ON THE ROPE AGAIN!!!

MN: For BALANCE!!!

DT: SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS - Oh, the ref caught him, and he's forcing Benjamin to break the hold!

MN: That's not fair! He was just trying to steady himself!

[Released from Benjamin's vicelike grip, Douglas falls to the mat, holding his ribs in pain. Benjamin immediately gloms in on the weak spot, driving a pair of forearms into Douglas' ribs before locking him in a grounded surfboard submission, setting his knee against Douglas' back and pushing his arms out and back like motorcycle handlebars, stretching the North Carolinian's ribs and shoulders painfully!]

DT: Benjamin targeting those ribs with that surfboard hold!

MN: That's the thing about Benjamin. He spots an injured body part and he'll go after it like an animal.

DT: Douglas trying to fight here, but I think he might be fading!

MN: Megatron's still winded from that abdominal stretch.

DT: Yeah, because Benjamin cheated.

MN: LIES! He was BALANCING HIMSELF. How many times must I say this?

DT: Oh, don't try and excuse that! Either way, he's got Troy Douglas in a world of hurt here!

MN: Listen to him howling in pain!

[As Douglas strains against the hold, the fans begin to clap loudly in time with a chant of "DOUG-LAS! DOUG-LAS! DOUG-LAS!" Finally, Douglas fights to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold. He tries to run the ropes, but Benjamin grabs him by the hair and slams him down onto his back.]

DT: DOUGLAS FIGHTING FREE - NO, Benjamin shuts him down!

MN: Ooh, that had to hurt.

[Slowly, Douglas begins to rise, clawing at Benjamin's tights to help pull himself up. Benjamin smirks faintly, then grabs Douglas by the head and stuffs him into a standing headscissors. However, Douglas pulls Benjamin's legs out from under him, then falls back to catapult Benjamin towards the corner. Benjamin doesn't make it; his flailing arm collides with the referee, and both men take a tumble.]

DT: Catapult by Douglas - AND BENJAMIN HITS THE REFEREE!!!

MN: REF BUMP!

DT: I think that may've been intentional! Benjamin swung that arm out pretty widely...

[A dizzy Benjamin turns and stumbles towards Douglas - who snaps him up and levels him with the Broken Dream! He throws Benjamin into the corner and climbs to the second rope, then underhooks his arms and piledrives him off the top to a HUGE crowd reaction!]

DT: END OF THE ROAD!!! END OF THE ROAD!!! TROY DOUGLAS IS GONNA TAKE IT!!! THE COVER!!!

...DAMMIT, THE OFFICIAL'S STILL OUT!!!

MN: AAAH!

[Douglas has Benjamin covered; the crowd makes their own count of "ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!" After about six seconds of cleanly pinning the unconscious Benjamin with no official count, Douglas breaks the cover and rises to his feet, obviously frustrated. He walks over to the referee and attempts to revive him.]

DT: I can't believe this! Troy Douglas should be the new Intercontinental Champion right now, but the official is unable to count!

MN: He's OUT! Benjamin's arm caught him right in the face and knocked him senseless!

[As Douglas continues to shake the referee, a groggy Benjamin rolls to his knees, then slinks up behind Douglas, shooting an arm up into Douglas' groin in a blatant low blow! Douglas' eyes bulge, and he falls backwards, allowing Benjamin to schoolboy him... grabbing his trunks in the process!]

DT: DAMMIT!!! A BLATANT LOW BLOW!!! BENJAMIN WITH A BLATANT LOW BLOW!!! AND A ROLL UP - HE'S HOLDING THE TIGHTS!!!

MN: HERE COMES A NEW REFEREE!!!

DT: THE COUNT!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREEEEEEEEE!!! TROY DOUGLAS JUST GOT SCREWED!!!

MN: BENJAMIN RETAINS!!!

[SFX: *DINGDINGDING* - Bell rings]

TONY FATORA: Here is your winner and STILLLLLLLLLLLLL Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion... ADAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM... BEEEEEEEEEEEEEN-JAMIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

DT: That just isn't fair! Troy Douglas had the match won, but Adam Benjamin steals it with the low blow and the handful of tights!

MN: Daaaaave. That was clearly a shot to the THIGH of Troy Douglas - and I don't know what you're smoking, but I didn't see a handful of tights.

DT: Then you're blind. Can we get a replay?

[REPLAY: The deciding pinfall. Benjamin is clearly holding Douglas' trunks.]

DT: There, convinced?

MN: He was, uh, scratching Douglas' lower back for him.

DT: Oh, baloney. Folks, we've got to take a break, but when we come back, it's time for the main event!

MN: WOO MAMA!!! HELL YEAH!!!