LM: We're about to see a live one, Tim, when two of the IIWF's best, Subway Psycho and Lord Byron hook it on up! TD: These men are coming into this contest from dramatically different places -- the Subway Psycho "lit up" Otto Verhoeven in that Third Rail Match last Saturday night, while Lord Byron suffered a real tough loss at the hands of the powerful rookie Creed. SR: Yeah, Dross, but Byron got a DQ win over Sandman Wednesday night and now that DeWinter's out of the picture, he'll be looking to get on track against the Psycho. Speaking of pictures, do you suppose Byron took any of DeWinter...? TD: [interrupting] Let's get down to ringside. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Lord Byron vs. Subway Psycho -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= WRITER: JJ [Sparkplug Lee chuckles briefly at a young fan at ringside, decked from head to toe as El Super Gecko.] SL: Our next contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, at a weight of 265lbs, currently residing in New Orleans, Louisiana; Lord Byron! [The crowd's reaction is split between those actively jeering Byron as he begins his walk to the ring and those who are craning their necks to view Joe Petrow as he makes his musical selection. The Hendrix classic, "Foxy Lady" kicks in, leading to more taunts from the fans, which go seemingly unnoticed by the focused Lord Byron, who his the ring with nary a sideways glance.] LM: I think Petrow's making some kind of joke about Lady DeWinter. TD: That's good, Larry. Lord Byron has really struggled to find himself in recent weeks, coming out aggressively against Dirt Dog Unique Allah and then trying to play a stall game against young Creed, but neither strategy resulted in a win. You have to wonder what we'll see tonight. SR: I'll tell you what we ain't gonna see tonight, Dross. We ain't gonna see any of Ronnie Paris. My sources say he's got his passport ready, taken out every penny he has in the bank, has loaded up the white Bronco and is heading for the border. LM: Which border? TD: Let's get back to ringside. SL: His opponent, at 255lbs, from the subways of New York City, the former IIWF Heavyweight Champion, the Subway Psycho! [Big pop as the "People's Champion" emerges, accompanied by the voice of Rick Derrenger and a vaguely familiar tune... "When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside/you gotta take a stand it won't help to hide/when you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride/I gotta be a man/I can't let it slide..."] LM: Uh, guys, what song is that? SR: I have no idea, Bobby. TD: That's Larry, Steve. [Both men are in the ring and the Subway Psycho gets set to lock up, but Lord Byron remains in a corner, rolling his neck as if trying to loosen his trapezius. The Psycho waits as Byron then approaches, the men lock up collar and elbow, Byron goes behind for a waistlock. Subway Psycho switches and Byron jabs him with a back elbow. Subway Psycho is able to maintain the hold and goes for a belly -to-back suplex, Byron blocks and reverses into a backslide, the Psycho is able to escape and land on his feet - only to be met by a quick thumb to the eye and a sharp European uppercut. Subway Psycho misses with a roundhouse right and Lord Byron ducks out of the ring.] LM: Thumb to the eye -- that'll stop an elephant. TD: There are maybe half a dozen guys in the world who are as sound on the mat as Lord Byron. He knows the Subway Psycho was in an all out war Saturday against "The Butcher" and he's gonna make him wait tonight. SR: Not as long as these fans will have to wait, tonight if they wanna see Ronnie Paris. They could wait 'til March and he's still not gonna show. [Byron has taken an inordinately long time outside the ring, repeatedly breaking the official's count and then heading back outside. Subway Psycho has become visibly irritated, and leaps out over the top rope, only to find that Lord Byron has slid back into the ring. The Psycho attempts to re-enter, but is met with a series of stomps to the head, neck and hands. Byron drags Subway Psycho to his feet and corner-whips him, Subway Psycho reverses and Byron goes chest first into the buckle. Subway Psycho is on him with a waistlock and stuns the crowd by rolling Byron up in a schoolboy for a 1 - Byron reverses with his own roll for a 1 - 2 - kickout by the Psycho. Byron stays on the mat and applies a front facelock, keeping the Subway Psycho from his feet.] TD: Very nicely done by Byron. He's always a step ahead of the Subway Psycho at every turn, frustrating the former champion... look, right now, look how Byron moves to the neck so swiftly and as the official breaks, Byron is back on the Subway Psycho with the half-crab. SR: Good to see you calling this match right down the middle, Dross. I'm rubbing off on you. TD: You're gonna be rubbing off on those steel steps in about an hour, Steve. [Subway Psycho manuvers out of the hold and is able to bring Byron to the mat with a head scissors. Byron struggles away and both men return to a vertical base. Subway Psycho corner-whips Byron who again hits the buckle, this time as the Psycho again waistlocks, he powers Byron down with a belly-to-back suplex, for a 1-kickout by Byron. Byron is barely able to reach his feet before the Subway Psycho sends him to the mat again with a vicious lariat that sends his fans to their feet. Big pop!] TD: That's where Byron gets hurt here. Steve Roberts, if the Subway Psycho can stay on his feet, he is too strong for the Englishman. [Subway Psycho quickly snaps Byron to his feet and nails him with his own European uppercut, then follows with a neckbreaker that drops Byron to the mat. Subway Psycho is now all over Byron, striking the prone Englishman on the throat with three, four, five quick elbows! Subway Psycho picks up Lord Byron and readies him for a backbreaker but is unable to execute the move as Byron snapmares him into a quick takedown and a 1 - 2 - kickout by Subway Psycho. Byron is up and then down, dropping a quick knee to the back of the left leg and then grapevines the same to a heel pop!] TD: Look how quickly Lord Byron was able to stop the Subway Psycho's momentum, and now he's working that left leg, focusing on the knee. [Byron moves from his grapevine to an elbow drop and then back to the hold, continuing his focus on the knee.] LM: I don't know how much fight the Subway Psycho has left, guys. Lord Byron is really wearing him out! SR: Whatever fight he has is more than we'll see from Ronnie Paris tonight, who's probably halfway to Tijuana by now. Eat the worm for me, widdle Wonnie! TD: I'm betting that's not the first time you've said that, Soundbite. [The crowd is now exhorting the Subway Psycho, stomping its feet as the "People's Champion" fights to a vertical base. The Subway Psycho reaches his feet and rams his elbow to Byron's midsection three times. Byron counters with a big right hand and the Psycho does the same - but with three right hands that send Byron back into the corner. Subway Psycho whips cross-corner but Byron reverses, and the Psycho heads toward the buckle - but is able to stop, leap outside to the apron - and greet a shocked Byron with a clothesline as he hits the corner! The Subway Psycho maintains control of Byron's head and thrusts Byron's neck into the top rope as he leaps from the apron to the outside. Subway Psycho scrambles from the floor up to the top rope as Byron staggers, coming down with his patented double axe to the -- ] TD: NO! Byron caught the Psycho with a shot to the midsection and a snap suplex! Tremendous! [Byron pulls the Subway Psycho to his feet, gives him a big uppercut and an Irish whip, the Psycho reverses and sets up for his running clothesline, Lord Byron counters with a duck under and a crucifix - which the Subway Psycho counters with a big Samoan Drop! Big face pop!] TD: He's going up! He's going up! LM: We're gonna see the De-Railer! [Byron staggers to his feet as Subway Psycho his the top rope... sets... leaps... and is met with a spinning enzuigiri! Heel pop! The Psycho is sent sprawling through the ropes to the outside. Byron quickly follows, yanking away the protective mat to expose the concrete. Byron pulls Subway Psycho to his feet and sets him up...] SR: He's gonna DDT him, Dross! Lord Byron's gonna DDT him on the concrete, I gotta remember this one! [Byron has an exhausted Subway Psycho set up, when out of desperation, the former champion grabs Byron's waist - and mustering his every strength, snap suplexes him over his head and to the floor below! Big pop! As the official leaps to the floor to re-situate the mat, Byron is able to grab his walking-stick and cracks it over the head of the Subway Psycho! He rolls the Psycho quickly into the ring and locks onto the new Aristoclutch! The official returns to the ring to see the hold and looks to the Psycho for the submission! He receives no answer. The official again asks for a submission as Bryon's hold around the neck of the Subway Psycho tightens. No answer. The crowd screams on behalf of their champion, trying to, almost by the sheer force of its own will, revive the Subway Psycho. The official lifts up the Psycho's arm - and drops it. 1... Byron's smirk is now a full grimace, the pain of the hold -- of the evening -- now visibly taking it's toll on him as well. 2... The screams have turned to desparate squeals as the fans seem to feel the hold as the Psycho's proxy. The official raises the Subway Psycho's arm again... And again it falls. 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] SL: Your winner, by referee's decision, Lord Byron! [Heel pop as Byron continues to apply the hold for several more seconds, before he releases it, less due to the protests of the official as out of sheer exhaustion. He raises a hand to the stunned crowd and exits the ring.] TD: Lord Byron captures maybe the biggest victory of his career here in the IIWF, with a remarkable, although tainted, win over the Subway Psycho, who remains down on the mat. He's not moved. The shot with the walking stick apparently knocked him cold, Steve Roberts. SR: Walking stick? What walking stick was that, Dross? That's the Aristoclutch that did in the Subway Psycho. He gave up right in the middle of the ring! He quit! TD: He did not quit, Steve Roberts. The Subway Psycho was struck over the head with a foreign object -- with that walking stick that Byron carries around! SR: Walking stick?! You want to talk about a walking stick, you're talking about Ronnie Paris. Now there's a "walking stick". Or should I say, "running stick". That toothpick won't get anywhere near the arena tonight, count on it, Dross.