MN: Thanks, Captain Bland N. Generic.

DT: My name’s Dave Thomas. You should know that by now, Mike,

DM: I don’t think you quite know the meaning of the word sarcastic. But regardless, this match has been the hottest one in leading up to the event. Plus that backstage attack was… well weird, but still something you know Savoy would do.

(Cue up “Eat the Rich”)

MN: What in the hell? He’s not scheduled to be wrestling until after this match! I want him banned from ringside!

DM: And I want fluffy, delicious Eggo waffles with sweet Aunt Jemima maple syrup, so let’s see who gets their wish first.

DT: You should Dean. You do have that endorsement deal.

DM: Duh, thank you Captain Obvious.

DT: I told you, my name is…

DM and MN: Shut up!

DM: That was… scary. But anyway, JA has promised that he’d keep watch out for Dis in case he stuck his nose into places where it didn’t belong.

MN: I don’t know how good he’s going to be at looking out for anything. Toothpaste doesn’t exactly improve vision, heheh.

DT: JA’s checking the cage, and here comes Savoy.

(Cue up “Watching the Wheels”)

DT: You know what guys, something tells me that Savoy doesn’t quite appreciate JA being here.

MN: No sh…

DT: Family show!

MN: Shih Tzu, Dave.

DM: Well, we all know that Steve Savoy is a decorated former champion around the circuit, and we also know he’s eccentric, but methinks he proves himself a bit paranoid, would you not say, fair town crier?

DT: You need help, Dean. Anyway, Savoy’s in the cage, staring a hole right through JA, although he might need to change his attentions soon.

(Cue up “Jesus Walks” by Kanye West)

DT: Here comes Cross, no noticeable limp.

MN: It doesn’t matter, he won’t have any limp after the match, because he won’t be able to walk.

DM: Sadly, that might be true. While JA is having some second thoughts about taking out the leg, Savoy won’t, and there’s no guarantee that Cross will make it past Savoy here.

DT: So true Dean, Cross enters the cage and the bell rings. They’re both staring each other down. Cross turns away momentarily, and Savoy takes advantage! Blindside shot to Cross’ head, Cross hits the cage.

MN: Never take your eyes of the artist formerly known as Shawn Hart!

DM: Yeah, you never know what he’s going to pull out of his pants next. BA-ZING!

DT: Let’s keep this at least a little clean guys. Cross back up and Savoy nails him again, this time with a left. Cross to the canvas, Savoy goes for the knee, but Cross rolls over out of the way.

MN; I told you, Savoy has no scruples when it comes to injured body parts.

DM: I believe that was me, douche.

DT: Whoever it was, Cross doesn’t want to be out of this match too early. Cross back up again, Savoy’s over but, Cross not backing down. Savoy with a right hand, blocked! Cross returns volley with a forearm to the face. Savoy stumbles back, Cross off the ropes and a big clothesline! Savoy down, Cross covers…

…one…

…but Savoy quickly kicks out!

MN: It’s going to take a lot more than that to defeat someone who’s undefeated.

DM: Savoy’s technically undefeated, but c’mon now, one and oh?

MN: Hey, that’s three and oh.

DM: I don’t think WFW and MBE count here.

DT: Cross back up, so’s Savoy, shaking out the cobwebs, but Cross doesn’t give him the chance, suplex, no, Savoy blocks it. Reversal and a suplex of his own! Savoy up, Cross up slower… Discus clothesline! Savoy down, and he’s got Cross in a leg lace on that injured knee!

MN: Cripple him!

DT: That’s not nice, Mike.

DM: Well, Savoy’s not a nice guy either. And neither is Neels.

DT: Cross has the ropes now, Savoy breaks. It doesn’t look like Cross’ leg was damaged that much there, but you have to think that it’s going to come back and haunt him later.

DM: Well duh, especially since The Phenom’s going back to the leg now with a single crab.

DT: Savoy’s got the leg… no! Cross just booted him in the face with his free leg. A little slow getting up, Cross is… Savoy’s up first, but CROSS WITH A TACKLE!

DM: Great resolve there. Reminds me of me from my wrestling days.

MN: What, you mean Cross is a homo…

DT: Easy there Neels.

DM: Yeah, wouldn’t want you to, you know, get zapped again.

MN: But Dodd isn’t wrestling right now!

DT: Guys, we have a match going on, and Cross is back up, he’s got Savoy and he slams him up against the cage! Once… twice… three times, four, five, and Savoy drops back. Cross with the quick cover…

…one…

…two…

…Savoy kicks out!

MN: It’s going to take more than that to take out an undefeated Phenom!

DM: Not much more probably, if Cross keeps rattling the guy’s brain like that.

DT: Cross picks Savoy back up, puts him on the top rope… superplex! Cover again…

…one…

…two…

…but Savoy kicks out again!

DM: Cross seems to be wearing Mr. Hart out here. Can’t get his leg into any submission holds if he can’t move.

MN: His name is Steve Savoy, and while I agree with your assessment, I think you’re an idiot for thinking Cross can even think to incapacitate someone as great as Savoy.

DM: Yeah, but at least I’m not a molester of emus like you are Neels.

MN: What?

DT: Cross back up again, he’s got Savoy… Death Valley driver! Cover…

…one…

…two…

…thr… no! Savoy kicks out again.

MN: I told you, Savoy’s the man!

DT: Cross is looking frustrated. He goes down and… Savoy just tripped him up! Cross down and Savoy right over… Achilles lock on the ankle! Putting pressure on that knee!

DM: Well, Savoy showing everyone that the craftiness didn’t leave him with the name change.

MN: That’s what I’ve been saying all along!

DM: Well zippity-doo Neels. Wanna cookie?

MN: Sure… yeah you have an endorsement deal with Keebler now?

DM: No, but that’s a good idea!

DT: Cross gets to the ropes, but he’s slower to get up. I think Savoy’s put a dent in that knee.

DM: Me too. Cross may not have a career when this match is over.

DT: Both men are up and Savoy with the chop block! Cross is down, and Savoy’s going for a single leg crab! He’s got him over… oh no.

MN: Oh no? Dave, I’m ashamed that you’d compromise your journalistic integrity and root for that idiot Cross.

DM: Oh yeah, you’re one to talk, you gave your integrity away a long time ago the first time you uttered the words “Big Loafy.”

MN: Hey, when I root for guys, I root for the right ones.

DT: Cross is struggling to get to the ropes, and he does, but damn, I think the damage has been done. He’s clutching his knee.

MN: Stop the match! Savoy wins!

DM: I wouldn’t be so sure. Cross may be hurt, but he’s not a quitter. He’ll keep fighting until every last cell in his body is dead.

MN: Well, we might see that tonight, hell, I hope we see that tonight.

DT: Savoy takes his good old time releasing the hold, and Cross is holding his knee. Savoy drags Cross to the middle of the ring and… Cross just booted him in the face! Savoy stumbles back, Cross struggling to his feet.

MN: Loaded boot! Loaded boot!

DT: Cross is crouching down, Savoy back over and… Cross just took him down with a fireman’s carry!

MN: He’s taking the cream! And the clear!

DM: Will you shut up?

MN: But it’s true!

DT: Cross hobbling back to his feet, Savoy up. Savoy lunges… Cross blocks! He grabs Savoy, off the ropes, spinebust… no! Cross’ knee gave out! He goes crashing to the canvas!

DM: Shades of last Aggression!

DT: Savoy goes for the cover…

…one…

…two…

…but Cross kicks out!

DM: That was close!

MN: A little too close… have him banned for using steroids!

DT: Cross looks like he’s in pain. Savoy back down and drives his knee into Cross’ knee!

MN: Tee-hee, we get to see Cross’ career go the way of the dinosaur tonight!

DM: As much as I hate to agree with you, Neels, I think you’re right. The only difference is, I’m not going to enjoy it.

DT: I don’t think the fans are enjoying it either, and neither is JA. He’s been wincing at every shot at Cross’ knee.

MN: Big masked baby.

DT: Savoy back up, he’s got Cross’ knee, he’s going for a figure four…

MN: Good night, Cross!

DT: Savoy spinning arou… no! Cross just kicked him in the behind before he could lock in the hold! Savoy goes head first into the cage! Cross is struggling to his feet, I think Savoy’s busted open.

MN: That’s it, disqualify Cross!

DM: What do you think this is, Neels, 1974?

DT: Savoy turns around, Cross with the small package…

…one…

…two…

…Savoy kicks out!

DM: Cross is unfreakinbelievable.

DT: Cross hobbles to his feet as Savoy gets up. Cross with a right, and a left, and another right. Savoy reels back, off the ropes and Cross nails him with a DDT! Cover…

…one…

…two…

…but Savoy kicks out!

DM: I don’t know where Cross is finding the strength and balance to stay on his feet, but this is one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen.

MN: Oh yeah? Well, I’ve seen like 12 things more impressive tonight alone.

DM: Oh yeah? Name ‘em.

MN: I don’t have to answer to you!

DM: You’re lying.

MN: No I’m not, I just don’t feel like talking to you.

DT: Cross grabs Savoy and whips him off the ropes. Clothesline, no Savoy ducks! Rebound and… big clothesline from Steve Savoy!

MN: Take it to him, Phenom!

DT: Cross is down, Savoy’s going for the single crab again on the bad knee.

MN: This has got to be it! Go Steve-o! Go Steve-o!

DT: He… no! Cross just booted him in the face. Savoy with a boot to the gut, and he’s going for it again… no! Cross just kicked him with his free leg in the gut!

DM: Cross knows his goose is cooked if he gets put in that leg lock again.

MN: You can say that again. Oh my, I just love seeing that idiot suffer.

DT: Savoy now with the hard elbow to Cross’ head. He picks Cross up and hits his head against the cage! Once, twice, three times, four times… and Cross is down on the canvas.

MN: Savoy’s going to show there’s more than one way to skin a cat!

DM: Maybe, or maybe he’s just trying to rattle Cross enough so he can’t fight back when Savoy goes for the knee.

DT: That’s good analysis, Dean.

DM: That’s what I’m here for. Well that and cah-razy voices! Boo-boo-shoodily-doo-doo!

DT: Savoy stands Cross up and takes a step back… EL CODO EXPLOSIVO!

MN: OLE~!

DT: Savoy not going for the pin… he’s down at the legs… leg lace on that injured knee!

DM: I can’t believe it. This match is over, and it’s a shame too. Cross fought valiantly.

MN: All hail Steve Savoy, he looks really good in purple corduroy.

DM: That’s… just sick.

DT: Cross is screaming out… and he’s sitting up! I can’t believe it!

MN: He just can’t take the pain laying down. He’s getting more oomph on his yelp! I love it.

DT: Cross winces… and now he’s looking Savoy straight in the eye. Savoy can’t believe it!

MN: I can’t either! I can’t believe Cross got by the steroid testing!

DT: Cross reaches up. He’s got Savoy by the hair! He’s got Savoy by the hair!

DM: Are you kidding me?

DT: One punch! Two punches! Savoy breaks the hold!

DM: That was amazing, but I can’t think that Cross has anything left in his knee after that. He’s just prolonging the inevitable, unfortunately.

MN: Unfortunately?

DT: Cross is crawling around. I don’t know how much he has left. Savoy’s up too. He’s got Cross to his feet.

MN: I think it’s time for the knockout blow…

DT: Savoy’s going for El Co… no! Cross ducked it! Cross shoves Savoy into the ropes chest first, Savoy bounces back… roll up…

…one…

…two…

…no! Savoy kicks out!

DM: I can’t believe this! Cross has gotta be running on sheer adrenaline right now!

MN: Or steroids!

DT and DM: Shut up!

DT: Savoy up, Cross slow to get up, still clutching the knee. Savoy going after Cross, Cross rolls away. Cross is playing keep away!

MN: He’s only delaying the inevitable, right Dean?

DM: I’m not so sure now.

DT: Savoy still going after Cross… no! Cross with the drop toehold, Savoy’s head just crashed against the steel! I don’t know where he got that, but he got it!

DM: He used Savoy’s own momentum against him!

MN: No! No! No!

DT: Cross is crawling to his feet using the ropes.

MN: No!

DM: Be a man, Neels! Stop crying.

MN: But it’s not fair!

DT: Fair or not, Cross is up to his feet! So’s Savoy! I don’t know how much either one has left in his tank, but they’re up again.

DM: I’m telling you, if Cross wins this match, I’m going to convert to his oh-so-wacky brand of über-mystic Christianity.

MN: Religion is not a joke, Dean.

DM: Unless it’s you getting down on your knees for Dodd, right?

MN: Shut up.

DT: Savoy’s nearly blinded by the blood gushing from his forehead. Cross hobbles over, right… Savoy blocks it, slap to Cross’ mouth! He grabs Cross, shinbreaker on the injured leg… no! Cross elbows Savoy right in the face at the height of the move! Cross to the canvas! Savoy to the canvas!

DM: The carnage… man, this is cool.

DT: Cool maybe, but these men are giving it all they’ve got. This is what Empire Pro Wrestling is all about!

DM: Is it the greatest match in the history of our sport, Dave?

DT: It may… oh you can go to heck, Dean.

DM: What? Heck?

DT: Family show. Cross is struggling to his feet again, as is Savoy…

MN: C’mon Phenom, c’mon Phenom…

DM: You should try out for Ugly Cheerleaders dot com, Neels.

DT: Cross and Savoy are now back on their feet. Savoy punches wildly and misses… Cross… has him in position…

DM: Holy crap, he tried this last week and his knee gave out. This may not be a smart move…

DT: I agree Dean, but he’s going for it anyway… and… HE DID IT! CROSS HIT GOLGOTHA! CROSS HIT GOLGOTHA! I DON’T BELIEVE IT! COVER…

…one…

…two…

…three!!!

(SFX: Ding ding ding)

Tony Fatora: Here’s the winner of the cage portion of this match… CROSS!

MN: Noooo! Noooo! Oh God, nooooo!!!

DM: Jesus Neels, I haven’t seen you this broken up since I got the official endorsement deal for Coke and you got stuck with Cialis, and then you actually had an over four hour erection.

MN: Shut up. This is criminal! Now who do I root for?

DM: No one! That’s the best part! You can at least pretend to be a journalist and have you some of that integrity they always talkin’ bout on the tee-vee.

DT: They’re disassembling the cage now… JA’s pacing like a caged tiger.

DM: Yeah, but I don’t know about that look on his face. It looks like he’s worried about something.

DT: Well he has voiced some concerns from his conscience about going after that knee. I mean, I think he really might be vexed here.

MN: Who cares? Sweetcheeks Steve Savoy won’t be advancing to face Beast! This is criminal!

DM: Will you shove it already, Neels? I think he might be vexed too, but he can’t worry about it. It’s Cross’ cross to bear. Ha, I made a funny.

MN: Yeah, so funny I forgot to laugh. Jerk.

DM: Well, why don’t you stop being such a Sean Penn and lighten up a bit.

DT: Well, I don’t think Cross will be lightening up.

DM: I don’t expect him to. He’s a warrior, and I think he can beat JA. But the question is, will he? Is that knee gonna hold up?

DT: We’re going to find out soon enough, they have the cage down. JA’s climbing up the ring steps, looking at Cross’ knee. He’s propped up in that corner Dean. That doesn’t look good for him.

DM: I know. Maybe he’s got another gear that we don’t know about. For his sake, I hope he does. JA’s shown that he’s the real deal.

DT: JA’s in the ring.

(SFX: Ding ding ding)

DT: They’re circling each other. JA’s a bit pensive… and Cross is yelling at him!

DM: Say what you will, but Cross has BALLS, man. Big brass balls.

DT: JA’s just staring at him. Cross is getting livid!

DM: JA better do something. Does he really want a shot at the title?

DT: I don’t think there’s a question that he is. He has history with Beast. He wants Beast. But does he want a nearly crippled Cross?

DM: I don’t think he has a choice here Dave…

DT: Cross with the jab right to JA’s face!

DM: Oh man, the Anglo Luchador got punked.

DT: JA looks up… what did he just say to Cross?

DM: I think it was something like, “It’s your funeral.”

DT: Cross just shakes his head and… MY GOD! JA just took his head off with that lariat!

DM: I think JA gets it now.

DT: JA stares coldly at Cross as he’s on the canvas… and backflip splash! JA covers…

…one…

…two…

…Cross kicks out.

DM: It might benefit Jay here to get a quick pinfall. Cross is battered, and I don’t think JA should risk the guy getting momentum or adrenaline on his side.

MN: Just put him in the liontamer and get it over with. Sheesh.

DT: JA picks up Cross and… no, Cross with a right jab, left jab, right cross, left uppercut. JA leans against the ropes and stumbles forward… SPINEBUSTER!

DM: Arn Anderson, eat your heart out!

MN: Isn’t he dead?

DM: No you moron.

MN: Well, he should be. And so should Cross. And JA.

DT: JA’s a bit slow to get up. Cross is up, he goes over to JA, and JA puts him to the canvas with a drop toehold!

DM: That can’t be good for the leg, Dave.

DT: No, it can’t. JA up and… back down to the canvas with a front chancery?

MN: What an idiot! He should have gone for a leg hold!

DM: It’s the conscience, Jiminy Cricket style.

DT: JA with that front headlock in tight. Cross getting to his feet, JA getting up with him… Cross with one punch to the gut, two, JA breaks the hold. Cross with a standing lariat… JA ducks! Goes behind him, full nelson and… release Dragon suplex!

DM: Whap! Impactolicious!

DT: JA’s up, stomps on the back of Cross’ head… covers…

…one…

…two…

…Cross kicks out again. JA back up, he scoops up Cross from the canvas over the shoulder… now… tombstone piledriver! Another cover…

…one…

…two…

…but Cross kicks out.

MN: I’ve figured out what JA’s trying to do.

DM: What’s that?

MN: I think he’s trying help Cross’ leg pain by paralyzing him so he doesn’t feel it. What a humanitarian!

DM: You never cease to amaze me, Neels.

DT: JA back up again, now he’s got Cross in the standing headscissors… no! Cross counters it with a back body drop!

DM: Big move! This guy must have eaten his Wheaties for breakfast.

MN: Yeah, with a side order of steroids.

DT: JA’s up, turns around, but Cross catches him with a boot to the gut. He’s going for a fireman carry, wait, no, he can’t get JA up on his shoulders.

DM: The knee, the knee, damn, Cross can’t win with that knee.

DT: Cross turns away, holding his knee. JA goes over, but Cross turns around and slugs him in the head! JA stumbles back, BIG clothesline from Cross! JA down to the canvas!

DM: Big move from Cross. He’s gonna have to keep going with stuff like that if he wants to win this match.

MN: Lost cause.

DM: You never know, Neels.

DT: JA back to his feet, Cross boots him in the gut with his good leg… DDT! Cross covers…

…one…

…two…

…JA kicks out.

DM: I don’t know how Cross pulls it out.

MN: I don’t care. How do you like them apples?

DM: Tasty.

DT: Cross grabs JA, gets him back to his feet… belly to belly suplex!

DM: Unreal.

DT: Cross down to the canvas and puts JA in a headlock.

DM: That ought to buy Cross some time to heal his knee.

MN: Who cares. I know I don’t.

DM: Well Neels, that’s why you suck.

DT: Cross with the headlock cinched in tight. JA struggling to his feet, he’s powered to his feet. He shoves Cross off the ropes. Cross on the rebound… another big clothesline! Cross just sent JA to the canvas.

DM: Cross is a man possessed.

DT: Yes that he is. Cross has JA up again, whips him into the corner. Cross follows in, one elbow, another, and another… now a shot to the face! JA falls to the canvas. Cross covers…

…one…

…two…

…JA kicks out. Cross is in control of this match.

DM: Basically on one leg too.

DT: That’s the impressive part. Cross up, he grabs JA and whips him off the ropes. Cross for the clothesline again… no! JA ducks, rebounds… SPEAR! BIG SPEAR BY JA! Cross is down!

DM: Oh man, the Anglo Luchador just derailed the Holy Train with that one.

DT: JA up, and he’s got Cross’ legs!

DM: I think he’s having a change of heart here! He’s going for the kill!

MN: Finally, get this match over with.

DT: Wait though, he’s just standing there with the legs.

MN: Come on! Go for the Walls of Jericoholic! End this friggin’ match!

DM: Well, we saw how Cross withstood Savoy’s assault on his legs earlier. It wouldn’t end the match, but it certainly wouldn’t be doing Cross any favors here.

DT: JA’s… he’s… I don’t believe this, he just landed a Jeff Hardy-style double leg drop across Cross’ midsection there.

DM: Jiminy Cricket!

DT: JA’s getting up… I don’t understand the strategy here.

DM: He’s trying to win the match without ending Cross’ career. Noble, but honestly, unless he can really hit his big moves, it might blow up in his face. Cross is on a whole other level tonight.

DT: JA’s got Cross, from the back… Lucky Seven Suplex! Oh man, that move is just devastating watching it. JA up again, not going for the cover, but over to the turnbuckles.

DM: Air Lucha…

DT: JA to the top and… guillotine leg drop right across Cross’ neck! I think JA is looking for another way out, but at this rate, he may end Cross’ career anyway… cover…

…one…

…two…

…thr… no! NO! Cross kicked out!

DM: I thought he had him there.

DT: Me too. Man, JA back up, and now he’s signaling to the crowd.

DM: Karelin Driver! HEADA DOROPPINGU!

DT: JA’s got him by the waist… turning him around… Cross won’t go over, he’s shifting his weight, blocking the move. Look at the frustration on JA’s face.

DM: He can’t get him over! Cross is just holding for dear life…

DT: And now Cross has the ropes! JA has to let go so he can regroup!

DM: I can’t freakin’ believe it, yet I can believe it at the same time.

MN: That doesn’t make any sense.

DM: Neither does your face.

MN: Shut up!

DT: JA back over to Cross. He’s grab… no! CROSS JUST THREW JA OVER THE TOP ROPE!

MN: Disqualify him!

DM: This isn’t lucha, dumbass.

MN: Yeah, but JA’s the Anglo Luchador. Lucha rules apply!

DM: You’re incorrigible.

DT: Cross climbing to his feet. He’s been rocked with those head dropping moves. JA’s slowly getting up too. JA’s leaning up against the apron. Cross struggling to his feet.

DM: Both these guys are the man… whoever wins, they’re gonna deserve that shot at Beast, or Dis, or whoever walks out of here the Champ tonight.

DT: JA gets up on the apron. Cross to his feet. Cross with a shot to JA. And another one. Now he grabs the former Intercontinental Champion and… suplex into the… no! JA floats behind him! Roll up…

…one…

…Cross kicks out!

DM: Second wind!

MN: Or steroids!

DT: JA and Cross both up. JA falls back, off the ropes… cross body bl… no! CROSS CAUGHT HIM! POWERSLAM! Cover…

…one…

…two…

…JA kicks out! Cross slowly gets up, how much more is it going to take to put either man away?

DM: I don’t know, but you gotta believe that JA is one counter move away from winning this match. Cross was in there with a sadistic Steve Savoy for over 20 minutes before lasting about 15 with JA right now. JA’s obviously the fresher man.

DT: Cross picks JA up to his feet. He’s grabbing JA… don’t tell me… he’s going to go for Golgotha?

DM: That may be a mistake…

DT: He’s got JA up and… no! JA escapes the hold! Now he’s going to go for a hangman’s neckbreaker but… no! Cross escapes it! JA turns around and… CROSS JUST NAILED HIM WITH A DDT!

DM: Guzzah!

DT: Cross isn’t covering. He’s… going to the turnbuckles? What in the hell?

DM: I’m just as baffled as you are Dave. His knee is still busted up. I don’t think he’ll be able to pull off something aerial. He should stick with that crazy Golgotha move!

DT: Cross climbs the ropes. He’s up on the top, back facing the ring. He leaps… moonsault… and… HE NAILED IT! HE NAILED IT! MY GOD, HE JUST NAILED JA WITH THE MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP! COVER…

…one…

…two…

…three!!!

(SFX: Ding ding ding… the crowd explodes.)

Tony Fatora: Here is your winner, and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP… CROSS!!!

DT: Oh my GAWD, what a Herculean effort from the man known as Cross!

DM: You said it!

MN: Bah, he wouldn’t have won if JA wasn’t such a wuss and went for that knee.

DM: Neels, why can’t you just admit for once that Cross was the better.

DT: Indeed. Knee or no knee, Cross was the better man tonight. JA’s getting up, he looks over to Cross. They approach each other.

MN: Nail him, nail him, Jay!

DT: They’re staring each other in the face and… JA extends his hand!

MN: Don’t shake it! Pull it away and be like, I’m too cool…

DM: Shut up Neels.

DT: Cross looks him over and… he shakes! What a display of sportsmanship.

DM: Yeah, refreshing to see the respect that JA and Cross have for each oth…

DT: Don’t look now, someone’s coming out from the back… it’s… it’s Steve Savoy! He’s running up behind Cross and… oh my God, he just nailed Cross from behind.

MN: Yes! Yes! There is a God! Thank you God! Thank you Steve Savoy!

DT: Savoy with the… no wait! JA just clocked Steve Savoy! Now they’re going at it! This is a donnybrook! JA with a left, Savoy with a right, they’re trading blows! Someone stop this!

DM: You may get your wish, here comes the ROVING BAND OF SECURITY AND REFS~! Bastions of vigilante justice!

DT: They’ve got them separated… man. That was an ugly end to a great match.

DM: Well, I don’t know, but methinks we haven’t seen the last of Steve Savoy and Cross after that display of bitterness. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he gets a little irked at JA for breaking it up.

DT: Perhaps that may be the case.

DM: What a great match, fellas.

DT: The Tag Team Turmoil Match is next right after this!!!!