=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Marty Warnett vs. Lord Byron -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: These two athletes are quickly building up a history, and neither one is particularly happy with the other, to say the least. SR: It's funny you should say history Dross, because that's what Warnett is gonna be after this match... HISTORY! [laughs] TD: [sighs] RA: This contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the lovely Lady DeWinter, hailing from Lancashire, England, weighing 275 pounds, here is LORD BYRON! [The fans greet him with a fair sized heel pop, as he walks down, arm in arm with DeWinter, basically ignoring the masses, as Intermezzo from Karelia Suite plays on the PA.] SR: This man is going to get revenge on Warnett for his little game of tonsil hockey with Lady DeWinter last week! TD: At least Warnett shows affection to her. Byron treats her like garbage, as far as I've seen, Steve. SR: That's the way you're supposed to handle chicks, Dross. Let 'em know who's boss! TD: Uh... I don't think so, Steve. RA: And his opponent: from Cardiff, Wales, UK, weighing 245 pounds... here is... Marty Warnett!!! ["Cold Gin" starts up as Warnett runs down the aisle, with a big smile on his face, carrying a rose, as the fans respond with a huge face pop.] SR: What's Warnett trying to pull? What's with the rose? [Warnett walks over to Lady DeWinter and offers her the rose, as a peace offering for last week's fiasco, but as he hands her the rose, Byron jumps down behind him and cracks him with that brass topped cane, sending Warnett sprawling to the floor.] TD: Oh no! Byron nailed him with the cane! Warnett is in trouble before the bell even rings! [The bell finally sounds, as Byron throws a groggy Warnett into the ring, removes his extra attire and rolls back in the ring himself, quickly grabbing Warnett's right leg and hooking in a kneelock. Warnett fights off the pain of the hold, and Byron releases the kneelock and grabs him in a headlock instead, still keeping him on the mat.] TD: Warnett is beginning to get frustrated, I think... he wants to get up and move around quickly! SR: The only thing that's gonna happen quick is Warnett being pinned! [Byron picks up Warnett and throws him to the ropes, Warnett comes back and is met with a hard elbow to the jaw that sends him down to the mat hard. Byron grabs his arm and locks on a chicken wing. Warnett kicks his feet down on the mat in protest. Warnett reaches for the ropes, but he can't reach them. After a little over a minute, Byron releases the hold again, as Warnett lays on the mat, holding his shoulder in pain. Byron grabs him by the hair and guides him back to his feet, and then slams him back down with a DDT! Big heel pop!] SR: It could be over right now, Dross! That DDT is brutal! TD: Warnett is a fighter, Steve... he has something left. [Byron slaps a reverse chinlock on the near unconscious Warnett, nearly snapping his neck, before Warnett snatches the middle rope to break the hold. Byron lets go and Warnett gives a backwards kick to his knee, sending Byron back a step, shaking the kink out of his knee. Warnett backs up and sends Byron down with a dropkick! Byron gets back to his feet and is floored with another dropkick! Warnett goes to the top rope and waits for Byron to get to his feet. As he does, Warnett flies off with a flying axehandle that sends Byron down yet again. Warnett works the crowd as they respond with a big face pop, while Byron slams the mat in frustration as he gets back to his feet.] TD: Now it is Byron who is frustrated by Warnett's lightning quick pace! SR: Ground him, Byron! [Byron charges at Warnett, who reacts quickly, taking him down with a hiptoss, and he wrenches on the arm for a bit, before smacking him with a kneedrop and going to the top rope. Byron staggers to his feet as Warnett comes off with a moonsault! Big face pop as the ref registers the count... 1 - 2 - and Byron somehow kicks out! Warnett thinks he got the 3 count and is arguing with the referee... meanwhile DeWinter throws Byron the cane! Warnett gives up on the referre and walks over to the corner, where Byron is now seated. Warnett ducks down to pick Byron up, and gets the end of the cane straight to his throat for his trouble. Warnett clutches his throat and staggers around, as Byron tosses the cane out of the ring, and then comes from behind with an enzuigiri which knocks Warnett flat. A pin by Byron - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding! Heel pop!] RA: The winner of this match, as the result of a pinfall... LORD BYRON! [Fans give a big heel pop as Byron kicks Warnett a few times and then walks to the back. Warnett finally gets to his feet and also walks to the back, holding his throat and coughing, while the fans boo the decision.] TD: Marty Warnett was robbed that time, Steve! SR: Warnett was beaten, fair and square! That was a perfectly legal Greco-Roman cane smash! TD: You are just too much, you know that?