[PAGE]: And it looks to me like Jack Cross is ready for a war!

[McCOY]: Yeah. Shame he�s only facing Karl Pyke, though, huh?

[PAGE]: Well y�never know... Pyke might come out all guns ablazing! We really haven�t had chance to see what this kid�s all about, yet! Tonight may be the night!

[Just then, the fans are treated to a bout of tacky synthesised crap someone is trying to pass as �music�. Karl Pyke walks out from behind the curtain to a chorus of... Silence.]

[McCOY]: You were saying?

[The man known as Pyke makes his way half-heartedly to the ring, looking somewhat dejected following his mini-losing streak. Cross glances at the referee as if to ask, �is this REALLY my opponent?�. Sadly, it is.]

[McCOY]: Well this shouldn�t take too long... How did this guy get a job in CSWA anyway?

[PAGE]: Don�t ask me, I don�t have anything to do with the hirings and firing. Unless I�m being hired or fired, that is!

[McCOY]: Well that was actually a rhetorical question, but whatever.

[PAGE]: Errm. In that case, that was a rhetorical answer.

[McCOY]: I see...

[PAGE]: Well here we go, Karl Pyke in the ring, and boy does he not look like he wants to be there!

[McCOY]: Nor would I! Jack Cross is one mean SOB at the BEST of times!

[PAGE]: Well we all saw what happened when he got in the ring with Adam-X last week, and wasn�t that just a match and a half?

[McCOY]: Sure thing - and you�ll find action like that ONLY IN CSWA, BABY!

[PAGE]: Absolutely! And look out, Pyke and Cross locking up, center of the ring. Pyke with the slight power advantage, but look at that, Cross quickly locking in a side headlock!

[McCOY]: Take him to school, Jacky-boy!

[PAGE]: Jacky-boy?

[McCOY]: Sure, I always call him that. Jacky and me, we go WAY back, man.

[PAGE]: Is that so?

[McCOY]: Yeah.

[PAGE]: And here we go, Pyke with a forearm to the small of Cross� back... Taking him back against the ropes now, and then whips him across the ring!

[McCOY]: KARL PYKE ESCAPED A SIDE HEADLOCK!!!

[PAGE]: Jack Cross on the rebound, and then WHAM! Knocks down Karl Pyke with a stiff shoulderblock!

[McCOY]: Aw... So much for that, then.

[PAGE]: But look out, Karl Pyke right back to his feet, and he just walking right into a scoop slam from Jack Cross! Cross with a leg drop, and now look at this! Cross going right for the throat, choking out his opponent!

[McCOY]: Hey! Man, Jack Cross has come to PLAY!

[PAGE]: The referee administering a five-count, and if Jack Cross don�t let go, he�s gonna be DQ�ed.

[McCOY]: Ah, don�t worry. He knows what he�s doing.

[PAGE]: The referee up to four, and FINALLY Cross lets it go. Geez, that guy is doubly intense!

[McCOY]: Well what do you expect? He�s dragged all the way to St. Louis to fight this nobody!

[PAGE]: Such is the joy of being a wrestler, McCoy. And here we go, Jack Cross grabbing Pyke by the hair, and literally DRAGGING him to his feet. Cross with an Irish whip into the far corner, and follows in with an avalanche!

[McCOY]: Ouch...

[PAGE]: Looks like Pyke felt that, as Cross grabs him out of the corner, and here go!

[McCOY]: Front face lock applied, and it looks like Pyke�s going for a ride!

[PAGE]: Cross hoisting Pyke into the vertical suplex position, and OH BOY, LOOK AT THIS!!

[McCOY]: Wow! How strong IS Jack Cross?

[PAGE]: JACK CROSS! Holding Karl Pyke in the air, and by God, he�s gotta have had him up there for a good five seconds! AND DOWN WITH A FALCON ARROW!!!

[McCOY]: SWEET JESUS! I think Karl Pyke landed right on the back of his head!

[PAGE]: I think you might be right! By God, what a move by Jack Cross! I think Karl Pyke is out!

[McCOY]: Ha ha! I love it!

[PAGE]: And oh no... Jack Cross refusing to make the cover... Jack Cross pulling Pyke to his feet, and what the heck is this? Jack Cross with ANOTHER front face lock!!

[McCOY]: AGAIN?? He�ll kill him!

[PAGE]: No, Cross hooking the leg this time... FISHERMAN�S SUPLEX! Right into the cover!

[McCOY]: Man, that�s it, right there!

1...

2...

3.. NO!

[McCOY]: HUH??

[PAGE]: What the... Jack Cross just released the pin-attempt!

[McCOY]: Why... Why did he do that?

[PAGE]: Oh God, look at Jack Cross... Look at his face... Jack Cross ain�t done here, folks, and this thing is gonna get much MUCH worse for Karl Pyke!

[McCOY]: I love it! Show him no mercy, Jack!

[PAGE]: Jack Cross grabbing a limp Karl Pyke by the arm, and YANKS him to his feet.

[McCOY]: Man, he�s limp as a dishrag!

[PAGE]: You can say that again... And Jack Cross just DUMPED Karl Pyke out of the ring, through the ropes!

[McCOY]: Woah! Don�t even THINK about coming over here guys!

[PAGE]: Why, what are you gonna do?

[McCOY]: I�ll... I�ll use you as a human shield!

[PAGE]: Uh... You better not... How�re you gonna get along without ME?

[McCOY]: I�ll manage, Page. Trust me. And besides I am sure Mastino wouldn't mind taking your place

[PAGE]: Well thankfully, Jack Cross isn�t looking this way, as he grabs Pyke and throws him headfirst into the steel ring steps!

[McCOY]: Yow... Y�know, I�m not sure Karl Pyke�ll be able to walk after this, Page!

[PAGE]: Me either... But I don�t think Jack Cross gives a damn, personally!

[McCOY]: Oh, I�m not saying I CARE, I�m just saying he won�t be able to walk...

[PAGE]: I see. And uh-oh, here comes Cross!

[McCOY]: Argh! I�m outta here!

[A thud as McCoy dumps his headphones on the commentator�s table, and scampers away, leaving a VERY scared Page.]

[PAGE]: Where are you off?? Wait a minute!

[Jack Cross glares maniacally at Page, as he grabs McCoy�s vacant chair.]

[PAGE]: Wait a second... This isn�t a hardcore match... AND WHERE�S MY DAMN PARTNER??

[After Cross has left, McCoy climbs back over the security railing, and puts on the headphones.]

[McCOY]: Hey! Where�s my damn chair??

[PAGE]: Jack Cross took it!

[McCOY]: Damn!

[PAGE]: Well you shouldn�t have just upped and left!

[McCOY]: Sure I should! I ain�t getting hurt, I�m just a commentator!

[PAGE]: Jack Cross stalking Karl Pyke with that chair, and here we go! Wait a second, the ref just reached out and grabbed it!

[McCOY]: Uh-oh! I wouldn�t mess with him, ref!

[PAGE]: Jack Cross turning round and giving the ref an evil glare, as Karl Pyke makes it to his feet! Look out, Cross!

[McCOY]: He�s seen him!

[PAGE]: Jack Cross turning his attention back to Pyke, as he just LEATHERS him with a lariat!

[McCOY]: Man...

[PAGE]: Cross now rolling Pyke into the ring, and following him up. And here we go, Cross signalling the end is nigh!

[McCOY]: Poor Pyke... Never stood a chance against an athlete the calibre of Jack Cross...

[PAGE]: No sir, Jack Cross lifting Pyke up, and placing him atop the turnbuckles, facing the crowd!

[McCOY]: The heck??

[PAGE]: Jack Cross following Pyke up, and here we go!!

[McCOY]: HOLY CRAP!!!!

[PAGE]: REVERSE DDT OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! THE CROSSROAD!!

[�Holy shit! Holy shit!�]

[McCOY]: Man, what a MOVE!

[PAGE]: That is ALL! The cover by Cross!

1...

2...

3!!!

[Ding, ding!]

[PAGE]: And MERCIFULLY, this one is OVER!

[DIAMOND LOU]: And the winner of the match... JACK!! CROSS!!!

[McCOY]: Good grief! I think we need a stretcher out here for poor Karl Pyke!

[PAGE]: Don�t expect we�ll be seeing HIM again anytime soon after THAT! Jack Cross triumphant tonight, and he looked GREAT!

[McCOY]: Damn straight - keep your eyes on this guy, everyone, and remember, you heard his name first right HERE!

[PAGE]: Are they paying you to say that?

[McCOY]: They pay me for everything I say, I�m a commentator. Duh...

[Without warning a figure hops the security railing, slides into the ring and blindsides Jack Cross with a forearm to the back of the head. The unknown assailant follows up the attack by sending a series of kicks to Cross's head and shoulders.]

[PAGE]: WHO THE HELL IS THAT?

[McCOY]: A damn cheater that's who. I bet it's Mace.

[The figure stops the attack and turns to face the crowd with a twisted smile on his face.]

[PAGE]: JONATHON LASLOW! But....but.......I thought they were in the Axis together. Why would he attack his own teammate.

[McCOY]: He must be working for The Authority.

[The crowd erupts once again as another figure runs down the rampway towards the ring.]

[PAGE]: And speaking of the Authority here comes Mace.

[Laslow not knowing if Mace is for or against Cross chooses the high road and takes off through the crowd. Mace slides into the ring and catches a suprised Cross just as he gets to his feet. Before Cross can react..........]

[PAGE]: BRONX BUSTER!! BRONX BUSTER!!

[McCOY]: DAMN MACE'S CHEATING WAYS!!

[Before any more damage can be done security rushes the ring and envelopes Mace as he tries to go after Cross one more time. The mixed group of security officers and wrestling students haul Mace off leaving Cross to wonder what all just transpired]

[PAGE]: I do believe Mace just let Cross know you are either with The Authority or against them. And if you are against them be prepared to face hell. We will be right back after these messages.]

[Fade to a commercial for Ace Bandages. Proud sponser of the CSWA.]

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