Referee: Chris Forrest.

Writer: Paddy Stoate.

[We return from the commercial break to see both men in the ring, on their knees, slowly getting up. They have evidently rolled into the ring on their own, but that�s all so far. The time is forty-five minutes. An entire ten minutes went by with simply the two men making their way back into the squared circle. ]

JP: Welcome back folks, Gutter Rat leads 16-3 and Exodus has a mountain to climb.

Sully: It�s over, JP. It was over when Gutter Rat entered the arena, for pity�s sake!

[The wrestlers are now up, and they begin to trade slow, weak punches. GR gets the upper hand, and whips Exodus off the ropes, but Exodus reverses, ducking under the Clothesline and landing a Neckbreaker!]

JP: What�s this? A second wind, perhaps?

[Exodus, now that Gutter Rat is down, does seem to be having a second wind. He grabs Rat by the head and pulls him up, then signals the �West Side� symbol. As the fans go wild, he hits the-]

JP: West Side Driver! West Side Driver! Pin him, kid!

[Exodus does, and the ref counts, 1�2�3! ]

Peter Santos: One point to Exodus!

[The score is now 16-4, but Exodus doesn�t move. The fans go ballistic as Forrest counts again. He repeats this quite a few times, and they begin to chant �FORREST! FORREST! FORREST!� Peter Santos is very busy announcing score changes, until it is 16-16! Exodus, a little stronger now, seems to sense that Gutter Rat is stirring, and so, he stands up, and points to the turnbuckle!]

JP: Could it be?

Sully: Uh-oh!

[Exodus climbs the turnbuckle pretty quickly for someone in his condition, and turns to face the audience. With a deep breath, he jumps, and lands a perfect Moonsault!]

JP: MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT! We have a new TV Champ! Cover him, kid!

[He does, with the last of his strength, and, to raucous cheers, Chris Forrest counts: 1�2�GUTTER RAT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!]

Sully: YES!

JP: NO!

[Exodus is thrown across the ring with the force of the kick-out, and he begins to pound the canvas in frustration. As he does this, Gutter Rat actually begins to get up!]

JP: Folks, I�ve never seen anything like this! Gutter Rat, somehow, someway, is getting up!

[GR is now on his knees, and Exodus becomes aware of this. He stands up, holding his blood-soaked head, and fires a kick out at the chest of Gutter Rat. However, Gutter Rat catches his foot! A hideous grin on his bloodied face, and stands up, and pushes Exodus into the ropes. Then when he comes back, The Rat Bastard lands the Proverbial Train Wreck! The fans are counting down the time: 10�9�Rat pins: 1�2�3!! Gutter Rat takes the lead with five seconds to go! 5�4�3�2�1!]

JP: It�s over!

Sully: And Gutter Rat is still the Champion!

JP: Gutter Rat somehow managed to retain the Television Title, and folks, I am exhausted. Never have I seen such a tiring match! Exodus came so close to taking the Title, but Gutter Rat barely managed to pull it back at the end, with an extremely late point!

Peter Santos: Here is your winner, and sill the Maximum Wrestling Federation Television Champion�Gutter Rat!

[The fans boo as Gutter Rat barely manages to stand, holding his Title aloft. He holds his ribs in pain and heads for the ropes. However, half way there, he stops, and turns around. He drops his belt and, with the fans booing even more, stalks Exodus, who very slowly gets up. The fans try to warn him, but it is no use, as he turns around, right into the Proverbial Train Wreck! Gutter Rat�s music hits, and he leaves the ring, a smile on his bloody face.]

JP: Well, that was despicable. I don�t know about you, but that Gutter Rat makes me sick to my stomach! He really is the Rat Bastard!

Sully: Hey, calm down, JP! Anyway, it�s time for a commercial.

---Commercial Break---

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