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Tex: Man this match is a bit of an odd one, it’s a TKO match but neither hate each other enough to really want to knock the other one out

Banter: Oh they will before it’s over, Will or Bob, one of them will do it.

Tex: The Dynasty has been messing with them and the fact that the winner gets to face Lance for his title might just be the incentive they need.

Will is introduced, the carefree Will of the past is gone, this guy means business as he makes his way to the ring to Linkin Park's "Lying to You. Amber coming to the ring with him is a welcome flashback to happier days

Banter: The former champ, frustrated by the Dynasty

Tex: Frustrated is too mild a word Banter, way too mild. He could snap at any time.

Banter: And look who it is! We're being joined by the Dynasty right now!

Tex: Lance, Coren, Jack. Great.

The three men sit down, Coren and Lance both taking headsets, while Jack stands behind them.

Banter: Welcome, boys! Great to have you on board!

LC: Well, thanks, eh?

Coren: Hey, Tex.

Tex: ....

LC: When's the other bitch coming out?

As Lynyrd Skynrd plays, Bob comes out with Tracy. Bob is smiling and high fiving a few fans as he walks to the ring, but the smile isn’t as big as usual, the high fives are fewer.

Bob steps into the ring, as does Will. A staredown ensues.

So does a handshake. It signals the bell's ringing.

Will and Bob tie up.

Tex: Listen to the crowd, they’re split between Will and Bob, who do their cheer for?

Coren: Us, naturally.

Tex: Right.

Will goes low, aiming for the insides of Bob's to take him off balance. Bob grabs Will by the legs, holds him upside down and starts to shake him just to add nausea to the blood rushing to the head.

Will bends upwards to pry himself free and takes Bob off of his feet with a dropkick to the knees. He takes hold of the man's legs and bends them over his head as he arcs him through the air into the corner.

Bob is down

1 count only.

Tex: Bob got back on his feet very quickly there

Banter: I doubt Bob would have stayed down for a 10 count already, it’s just too early.

Will waits for him to get to his feet. Both men shake hands.

Tex: Now that I like to see, sportsmanship

LC: It's rather boring, actually.

Coren, faking a yawn: What? Sorry, fell asleep there.

Will and Bob lock up again, Will tries to turn it into a side headlock but Bob picks him up and tosses him

Halfway across the ring, Will hits the canvas

3 count, but only because Will takes his time getting up

Hands grip the spade tight as both Tex and Banter keep and weary eye on Jack

Bob goes for another lock up but Will slips behind and manages to Irish whip Bob into the ropes

Rebound and Will leaps over him

Another rebound and this time Bob leaps over Will and stops dead in his tracks

Standoff, fists raised but not used.

The crowd cheers for the exchange

Tex: They’re both trying to keep it as clean as can be here, not giving the Dynasty what they want

LC: Not a wise move.

Bob powering Will into the corner, breaking when asked to

Coren: What a wimp.

Will slips under Bob’s arms and takes him down with a German Suplex

But can’t follow up with the second or third one on his fresh and powerful opponent.

Banter: Now we’re talking, take the big man down!!

Bob picks up Will and slams him hard

Maybe a little too hard for a “friendly” contest

Banter. OOOH look at Will, he’s pissed

Tex: It’s just the competitive spirit Banter

Banter: No way, truce is over, they’re going to spill blood

Coren: About time

The crowd watches as Will just stares at Bob, then the big man offers him his hand as an apology.

The handshake is met with approval

LC: What a load of horseshit.

Coren: I bet they'll kiss next.

Bob moves in and tries to pick up Will again, but Will flips over the big man’s head and rolls him up

No count

TKO rules don’t have pinfalls

Will tries to turn the pinfall into an armbar

Tex: They’re trying to do a very clean match here, I’m enjoying it

Banter: Ah nothing a trashcan shot to the head wouldn’t spruce up

Bob fights Will off, counters the armbar by standing up with Will still holding onto the arm

Bob lifts him with one arm, then sets him down on the top turn buckle

Will stands on the second rope and asks for a test of strength with a weird smile on his face

Bob is confused but they lock up

Before Bob can react Will leaps over Bob’s head and arm drags him down to quite a pop from the crowd

Bob is up again before Will can follow up.

Headlock to the smaller man.

Standing switch.

A reach behind by Bob and Will is flipped over Bob's head

To land on his feet

The crowd bursts into applause, appreciative of the athleticism.

Coren: Christ, even Proopdog was better than this

Tex: Show some respect.

LC: Or what Tex?

Jack's grip on the shovel shifts, ever so slightly

Banter and Tex both put another foot's worth of space between themselves and the giant

Bob lifts Will up in an unconvincing bear hug.

Will struggles mightily, hamming it up for the crowd

Then the shots reign in from fists the size of bricks

All no sold

Will hulks up

Tex: Shades of Ho..that orange guy!

LC: Shades of bullshit, more like it.

Banter: Yeah, bullshit!

A boot to the stomach.

The tornado DDT

But Will slips

Bob's head impacts hard

Will's smile fades quickly

But a four count is all the time Bob takes to regain vertical

A raised eyebrow, inquiring as to his a condition

A big grin from the big grin the only response

And then it begins in earnest.

Bob belly to belly's Will.

A scoop slam

A three count and it's Will's turn.

A snap suplex on Bob.

Another three count and Bob's back up.

Tex: Some great technical wrestling from these two.

Banter: But what's the point? They're letting their opponent do moves back

Tex: They're putting on a friendly display to entertain the fans

LC: Friendly display, eh? We can't have that, now can we Coren?

Coren: Not at all. I do believe this is your cue?

LC: Absolutely. Jack, you know what to do

And indeed he does.

The shovel arcs towards the Canadian, sailing over the heads of the commentators.

Lance deftly catches it and marches to ringside

Jack heads the other direction

And Coren

Annoys the hell out of Tex.

Coren: Get ready to learn something Tantrum. This is how you do business.

Lance stalks down to the ring, shovel in hand.

The combatants are unaware of his presence

That's about to change.

One quick swing is all it takes to fell the former champ

Bob is held back by the referee, barely

Will isn't even counted for six before Bob has him up, concern evident on his face

Coren: What a load of crap. Stupidass Bob had the win.

Banter: stupidass Bob!

Tex: He has honor, unlike some people

LC: Honor gets you fuckall in this business Tex.

Will's forehead bleeds shallowly

He looks daggers at Canada

Who in turn gestures at Amber, followed by a classic throat cutting gesture

The message is delivered

And all reason is lost

The first strike takes him by surprise

The second has him off his feet

And the third is a kick on a downed man

But Will's just getting warmed up

LC: This is more like it

Banter: Yeah, a lot more like it

Coren: Hey Lance, we got any openings for a parrot?

Tex snickers

But in the ring, there's no laughing matter

Will's aggression is untamed

Back suplex, and Bob is down

Will has no patience for the count

Bob is jerked to his feet

Only to be met by a moonsault moments later

And pulled up once more

Dragon suplex.

Two

Three

Tex: MULTIPLIED DOOM!

Four and five follow before Will changes offensive tactics

Coren: I think you ticked him off Lance

LC: Waah waah, poor Willykins

A powerbomb to Bob leaves the giant in a heap

Will stomps away

Face. Ribs. Stomach. Legs.

Anything vulnerable is a target

Bob stops struggling, gushing blood from several cuts

Will goes up top.

Time to end this

Banter: Rolling Bomb!

Tex: Will's lost control at this point

Will strikes Bob in the face with his boot

Finally the ref forces him back

And calls for the bell

The announcer does his grim duty

RA: Your winner, by knockout, WILL007!

But the fans are beyond cheering for him

A man who came into the match their hero, isn't one now

At least for tonight

Tex: Will got the win, but at what cost?

Coren: The cost isn't important, the win is.

Lc: Not that it'll do him much good.

Tex: And that mea

The question is interrupted by Kat running at full speed to ringside

Jack walks out after, his delay a success

She slides under the ropes

Cradles Bob's head

And meets Will's gaze with nothing but cold fury

And the reprucusssions of his actions dawn on Will

But contemplation will come another time

Tex: What are the boys in blue doing here?

Banter: I swear the stash is Tex's officer! I have never smoked reefer in my life

LC: Relax. They're here for someone else.

The miranda rights can be heard as Will is led up the ramp in cuffs.

Kat speaks softly to Bob, as Tracy looks on

And on Amber's face, a mask of courage. But the fear and rage are battling, causing cracks in her armor.

Backstage

Coren (laughs):"They must have been rehearsing that match since the day it was signed. I don't think we've ever seen a more manufactured moment."

Lance:"I hope they enjoyed themselves. Have you spoken with Goldsen?"

Coren:"He's willing to do business. He's aware of how we open difficult markets, and with his wrestling investments taking more money to run in one month than they bring in one year, I think he was looking for a fairy godmother to bail him out."

Lance:"Good. Acid's going to channel just enough resources to provide our critics with a legitimate choice-we're going to present it as an effort to preserve our passing traditions."

Coren:"Poor Will, he never really understood how the game is played. Once we've turned him heel there'll be no turning back."

Lance:"I was thinking he'd make a better anti-hero. He's been overlooked for a push for too long-if we have to force him down every fan's throat with an all-out media blitz to balance the scales, so be it. He's already left the arena under police custody."

Coren:"Stone Cold 007? The message boards are going to destroy him."

Lance:"NO, that's a privelege I'll be reserving for myself."