CCW: Character Championship Wrestling Chapter 11: CCW Ozone 38: Part 3 (Final Part), a X-overs + Wrestling Crossover fanfic

Liu Kang is walking backstage with the CCW Infinity Championship around his waist, with fellow Kombatant Kurtis Stryker who is walking off his win at the start of the show.

"Congratulations on your victory against Tony Delvecchio, Stryker," Liu Kang says.

"Thanks, Liu Kang," Stryker grins. "Great to put that wannabe stallion through a table tonight. Been wanting to do that since I came here." Stryker sighs with a grin. "…So, mind explaining to me again what you were thinking with that Infinity Title?"

Liu Kang chuckles slightly. "Since the day I arrived in CCW and climbed my way to becoming the FIRST Infinity Champion, I vowed that I was going to make this Championship something to be proud of. I was going to take this to the highest standard I possibly could. Megaman and I had a CLASSIC, a CLINIC at Jackpot, in a tournament that was HIS idea for the company. And after I defeated him, he, a Hall of Fame-caliber wrestler, shook my hand and entrusted me with building this Title's legacy. My very first Title defense—do you remember, Stryker? It was a Fatal Four-Way Match against Don Flamenco, Aran Ryan, and Megaman. I proved that I was a worthy Champion at Meltdown when I retained there, and then at Nevermore, Don Flamenco and I wrestled a match that earned a FanFiction Wrestling Award. This Infinity Championship's legacy is in my hands, and I have already started strongly. But I am not stopping there. I want to take this Title as high as it can possibly go. And if the Magnus Championship is going to be on call as a test to the World Champion of CCW…then I am going to put myself to the same test, because of MY Title's legacy, because of MY standing as a fighter, because of MY desire for a challenge. Every threat that comes my way…is another notch in THIS Belt I am wearing. And I will defend this anytime, anywhere, on my honor…notice or no notice."

Stryker removes his police cap, runs a hand through his hair, and nods in understanding, agreeing with what Liu Kang is saying…

…

…and, from somewhere else nearby, a slow…possibly sardonic clap is heard. Stryker looks around, wondering where it is coming from…

…

…and Moby Jones walks into the picture, continuing his mocking applause. The CCW Infinity Champion takes a look at the SSX Englishman, wondering about his presence.

"Bravo, chap… Bravo indeed…" Moby stops clapping and speaks. "Quite a touching…little monologue there. Passionate! Beautiful…heheh…" Moby scoffs at Liu Kang. "Who in the hell are you trying to impress, moppet? Because I'm telling you right now; you aren't impressing me one bit. I'm not fazed by anything about you—not your matches, not your Title, not your FWAs and certainly not your nobility. And speaking of your Title, you say that you're building a legacy… I don't look at that Championship as something you're elevating against every challenge… I look at that Championship as something you're keeping nice and warm for the RIGHT challenge…the challenge that's going to be just too much for the Shaolin Monk who's in over his own head to handle." Moby smirks cockily at Liu Kang, who stands his ground.

Not backing down, Liu Kang replies, "In over my own head? …No, that is where you are mistaken, Moby Jones. I am fully prepared for anything and everything placed in front of me in that ring. Whether it is against the likes of Lin Chung, Don Flamenco, Tyson Granger—"

"TYSON…Granger…" Moby cuts Liu Kang off. "You mean the glorified AWF alumnus whose best days as a tag teamer are behind him and best days as a singles star never existed? You mean the man whose best contribution to the sport of wrestling happens to be a so-called Fallen Hero who's just more pathetic than he is? You mean that man who, amidst all of that mediocrity, gave you a fight last week and ACTUALLY came close to defeating you 1-2-3? THAT Tyson Granger? Heheheh…Liu Kang, if last week was any indication in my mind…and it WAS…I'd say that you will not be holding that Infinity Title much longer. Because now that you've ENHANCED the target on your back…it's going to make hitting that bull's-eye that much easier. See, the question right now isn't, 'Can Liu Kang rise to this new challenge he's placed in front of himself to get attention?' …The question is, 'Is Moby Jones going to be the one to end his reign…or is anyone else hungry in the back going to get to you first?' And time is going to tell on that one. Your time though? …It's ticking, sunshine." Moby points to his wrist and backs away from the Shaolin Monk, leaving Liu Kang not in the best of moods.

Stryker, having watched all of this, says, "…Well, SOMEONE wanted to make his presence felt…"

Liu Kang adjusts his Infinity Title on his shoulder. "Such is expected… Is there pressure on me? You bet there is—plenty of it. But Moby is unwise to believe that I will crack under such pressure so easily… I am NOT—…"

Liu Kang cuts himself off…as he finds himself now face-to-face with a stoic Kai Hiwatari. Kai stares into the eyes of the CCW Infinity Champion, the latter returning the gaze at the Bladebreaker. Kai glares on at Liu Kang for close to fifteen seconds…making brief but noticeable eye contact with Liu Kang's Infinity Championship Belt. The tension rises…and then Kai slowly walks away, remaining stoic.

Stryker gauges Liu Kang's reaction. "…"

…

Liu Kang says, "Like I said, Stryker, I am mentally and physically prepared for anything and every…thing…"

This time, Liu Kang pauses…because he is now looking at Deathstroke face-to-face! The DC Assassin gives a cold look at the MK Champion, keeping this look for close to twenty seconds as Liu Kang takes his presence in. Deathstroke does not say a single word…only leaving Liu Kang with his presence and his implied intentions. Deathstroke ambles away from Liu Kang, who stares off into his direction, getting the message from him as well.

"Ooooooh, looks like Mr. Fight With Honor's a marked man in the back!" Cris chuckles. "Putting his Infinity Championship on call in all of his matches means that everybody'll be chomping at the bit JUST to get in the ring with him, because you never know when that Title will be on the line!"

Cris looks towards Al Michaels…who is silent in his chair, trying to still recollect his bearings from before the commercial break.

"…Anything to add, Al?" Cris says, trying to spur Al back into action.

"…Everybody wants to step up and make statements now more than ever with the Infinity Champion inviting all comers far and wide…" Al says. "Moby Jones, Kai Hiwatari, Deathstroke… Liu Kang certainly will have no shortage of competition. At this moment I would like to OFFICIALLY welcome you back to CCW Ozone 38, live from Little Rock, Arkansas on this Friday evening…and I would also like to formally apologize for my unprofessional outburst prior to the break. In the moment, I allowed my temper to get the best of me due to the conduct—or rather misconduct—of my colleagues here…and for that reason I sincerely apologize. It will NOT happen again on THIS telecast or any FUTURE telecast for CCW."

Cris blinks twice…while Ben is still recovering from Al's screaming. "…Can you apologize to my EARS too while you're at it?" the Tenth Wonder asks.

Al's eye twitches at Ben's remark…and Al turns to look at the CCW Magnus Champion, glaring at him with malicious intent, almost as though he is about to burst again. This time, though, professionalism wins out as Al says, "…Still to come tonight…YOU versus Wolf Hawkfield, Ben…"

"I know, I know…" Ben nods. "You're going to miss me while I'm gone from this post, aren't you?"

"…Like tulips miss the rain…" Al deadpans.

Ben chuckles. "The Best in the Universe on commentary AND in the ring—Little Rock, it is YOUR lucky night. You are WELCOME!"

Cris chortles himself while Al tries his hardest NOT to break his rage a second time.

Then…the subtle sound of a cymbal being tapped thrice is heard…

[ARE YOU READY?!

…

Yeah, you know this!

You think you can tell us what to do, huh?

You think you can tell us what to wear?

You think that you're better?

Well, you better get ready…

And bow to the masters…

BREAK IT DOWN!]

("Are You Ready?" by Age Against the Machine plays)

The crowd pops as the arena lights turn a dark neon green and Odd Della Robbia and Ulrich Stern appear on the stage, both of them holding pairs of green glow-sticks to hurl into the audience as they play to the crowd. Odd and Ulrich both throw up "X" insignias above their heads with their arms…and then perform an X-rated high-five and proceed walking down to the ring. The bell sounds as the crowd continues to louden, and Odd says into the camera, "Tyson's X-Factor Onesies are in the mail, Henry! Congrats!"

"This is a Tag Team contest set for one fall!" Blader DJ announces. "Introducing first, both residing in Paris, France, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, the team of Odd Della Robbia and Ulrich Stern, the X-Factors!"

"Here come the Combine Cup first runner-ups," Al says. "Last week, Ulrich Stern of the X-Factors was in action against the Twinleaves' Kenny, both of those two teams looking to settle a score that developed in the Combine Cup Semifinals, where the X-Factors were victorious and advanced to Nevermore. It was back and forth action between the two of them, and both men ended up down…and THEN came the arrival of a THIRD team, that team being the Cereal Killers, Tony the Tiger and Trix Rabbit. They would attack a ringside Odd Della Robbia AND Barry during the match, prompting both Ulrich and Kenny to fight back for their partners…but the distraction and ensuing chaos caused Ulrich to fall victim to a Sinnoh Blaster on the outside and then a DP Driver INSIDE to secure victory for the Rookie Revolutionary."

"Heck yeah!" Cris cheers.

"Whoo! Go Twinleaves," Ben giggles.

"And the Cereal Killers would lay in some EXTRA punishment to the X-Factors AFTER the match as well," Al adds. "That's why we're here; tonight, Odd and Ulrich are looking to bounce back from that and get some payback against the violent animals Tony and Trix."

"Now, while I didn't appreciate the Cereal Killers taking shots at the Twinleaves," Cris comments, "I THOROUGHLY enjoyed their decimation of these clowns last week during AND following Kenny's victory over Stern. And I am THOROUGHLY looking forward to watching them go to town once AGAIN, this time in a sanctioned contest."

"But these FANS are looking forward to the X-Factors giving the Cereal Killers what for tonight!" Al says as Odd reaches to the heavens Ken Anderson-style for his microphone…which slowly descends from the rafters into his hand as the music dies down.

"ODD AND ULRICH! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) ODD AND ULRICH! (clap clap clap-clap-clap)" the fans in Little Rock chant.

"The Lyoko degenerates well received here in Arkansas—some people love them and some people don't, but they're loved here!" says Al.

"They aren't loved on THIS side of the table…" Cris remarks.

Odd starts to work the microphone in his hand. "You know something? I've been really befuddled lately. My perception of things has been a bit off because…I'll come right out with it: I've been spending a LOT of time with my girlfriend."

Ulrich suddenly pops in and speaks into Odd's mic. "Maybe a little TOO MUCH time… Did you remember to change your pants before you came out here?"

The crowd laughs at the forthright question from Ulrich, and Odd tries to hide a blush. "Ummmmmmm… That…is really not important right now…" Odd replies.

Ulrich shuts his eyes and half-shudders before backing away from Odd and letting him speak again. "So anyway, you guys all know my girlfriend Lisa?" Odd asks, and the crowd cheers in recognition, going along with him. "…No-no, not Bart's sister—the HOT Lisa. Lisa Weston, Great Britain's greatest export—better than tea, crumpets, and William Regal. She spends a lot of time with CATS…and, as it turns out, cats are pretty nice animals. And I think I spent so much time with these NICE animals that I forgot that there are some CRAPPY animals with crappier attitudes in this world. So I'll admit, I got caught off-guard when the Cereal Killers ran down to this ring last week and attacked me and then attacked my boy Ulrich here as well. It's pretty much because of THEM that Tool Two got a victory over him one-on-one… Just how rude can you possibly get, Cereal Killers? If you wanted a piece of Odd Della Robbia—if you wanted a piece of Ulrich Stern—if you wanted to get your asses handed to you by the X-Factors, all you had to do was ask." The crowd pops for this bold statement from the Lyoko Warrior. "Now I know you two just can't wait for us to ruffle your feathers and make you cry, so we're going to make this quick – are you ready?"

The crowd replies in the affirmative with amplified cheers…but, naturally, Odd wants more from them.

"NO! ARKANSAS, I SAID, ARE…YOU…READY?!" Odd repeats his question…and the crowd explodes into even louder cheers, confirming their readiness.

"Then…for the THOUSANDS in attendance…" Odd points to the fans… "…and the MILLIONS…"

"…AND MILLIONS…" Ulrich speaks, the crowd saying so along with him.

"…watching at home…" Odd pauses…

…

"…and for Annie Frazier," Odd says, "…who's CCW's resident animal lover and nature supporter, who confuses Earth Day with Christmas on a regular basis… Annie, cover your eyes. You're not going to like what you're about to see, 'cause this is animal cruelty at its finest—llllllllllllllllllllllllet's get ready to SUCK IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"Another form of animal cruelty: listening to the X-Factors do comedy," Ben jokes.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Cris laughs heartily. "SCORE FOR BEN TENNYSON!"

Nevertheless, the crowd is thoroughly enjoying the X-Factors' spiel. Ulrich takes the mic now in full control and does the honors: "And if you ain't down with that, then we've got TWO WORDS FOR YA…"

"SUCK IT!" the crowd fills in the blank and Ulrich sends the mic back to the rafters from whence it came.

"Crowd fired up, X-Factors fired up…but certainly Trix Rabbit and Tony the Tiger are fired up as well," Al says.

"Fired up and ready to TEAR up…the X-Factors," Cris states…as the bass guitar and drums pump in…

[UGH!]

("Testify" by Rage Against the Machine plays)

An angry—as usual—Trix Rabbit and Tony the Tiger stomp their way to the stage, the crowd booing them along the way but neither animal caring much. Trix Rabbit looks to Tony the Tiger and pushes him in the chest to get him even angrier. Tony pushes Trix back, and the two animals growl to one another. Tony points to the ring, at the X-Factors, and performs a cutthroat motion before walking to ringside, Trix Rabbit in tow.

[The movie ran through me

The glamour subdue me

The tabloid untie me

I'm empty; please fill me

Mister Anchor, assure me

That Baghdad is burning

Your voice, it is so soothing

That cunning mantra of killing

I need you, my witness

To dress this up so bloodless

To numb me and purge me now

Of thoughts of blaming you

Yes, the car is our wheelchair

My witness, your coughing

Oily silence mocks the legless

Ones who travel now in coffins

On the corner…

The jury's sleepless…

We found your weakness…

And it's right outside our door

Now testify!]

"And their opponents, at a combined weight of 543 pounds, Trix Rabbit and Tony the Tiger, the Cereal Killers!" Blader DJ announces.

"Last week it was made perfectly clear that the Cereal Killers are NOT making any tag team divisional friends," says Cris. "They may've been integral in Kenny's victory over Ulrich, but they weren't coming to the aid of the Twinleaf, sadly. They were simply there to cause HAVOC, and havoc they did wreak last week even though Barry and Kenny DID get the last word in with HARD and IMPACTFUL clubbing blows from behind."

"Yeah, and then they ran like hell. Like cats in the rain… We can go all day on just how 'hard' and 'impactful' you THINK those blows were, but regardless, Trix Rabbit and Tony the Tiger, one of the second runner-ups in that CCW Combine Cup, made a statement last week and tonight are looking to build on that statement with in-ring competition and victory," says Al.

"I can still see the welts from those Forearms you mentioned, Cris—wow, Kenny and Barry really laid into them!" Ben says.

"I know, right?! They've been working out big time; you can tell!" Cris proudly states.

"…I am not going to let you bring the professionalism down AGAIN…" Al churlishly says. "As I was mentioning, tonight it's not about chaotic attacks and match hijackings; it's about the Cereal Killers facing the X-Factors men-to-men."

"And contrary to what the X-Factors—namely Odd—said, the rabbit and the tiger are ready to KICK ASS, not get THEIRS kicked," Cris comments.

As the Cereal Killers convene in the corner, Tony the Tiger elects to kick the match off for his team. Odd does the same for the X-Factors, and the bell sounds with immediate "Let's go Odd! Let's go Odd!" chants. Tony snarls at the sight of the purple fighter as Odd begins with a leg kick. Tony barely sells it, and Odd, after a few more seconds of circling, kicks Tony in the leg a second time. Tony roars at Della Robbia, and Tony goes for a looping left hand, but Odd ducks it and hits Tony with a few strikes of his own, sending Tony back into the ropes. Odd goes for an Irish Whip, but Tony reverses it and Odd goes into the ropes instead. Tony goes for a Sidewalk Slam…but Odd Tilt-a-Whirls through it and delivers a Hurricanrana that takes Tony to the mat. Tony gets up and is immediately brought down with an Arm Drag by Della Robbia. Tony is on all fours…and Odd jumps off of his back and into a One-Footed Dropkick to Trix Rabbit on the apron, knocking the General Mills mascot down and landing on the middle turnbuckle with his other boot, able to transition to the middle rope!

"Odd with the quickness—look at that!" Al exclaims.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but was Trix Rabbit doing ANYTHING to deserve that? Yeah, I don't think he was!" Cris protests.

"X-Factors and rules don't go together very well, Cris," Ben comments.

"You're telling me!" Cris grumbles.

Odd jumps out of the corner with a Diving 180 Sunset Flip, bringing an unaware Tony the Tiger onto his back and pinning him: 1…2…Tony the Tiger kicks out for the first near-fall. Tony the Tiger gets back to his knees and Odd kicks him in the chest, then in the spine two more times. Odd hits the ropes…and then executes a Dropkick to the back of Tony's head, knocking him to a prone position. Odd drags Tony the Tiger to the X-Factors' corner and tags in Ulrich Stern. Odd sets up Tony's legs…then grabs Tony's arms…and puts him in a Romero Special, with Odd on his bottom instead of his back! Ulrich enters the ring, grabs Tony by the head as he is in Odd's submission hold…

"X-Factors doubling up on the larger Cereal Killer in Tony the Tiger—impressive set-up…" says Al.

…

…and, as Odd lets go of the Romero Special, Ulrich drives Tony down with a DDT! Ulrich turns Tony the Tiger over and pins him with a lateral press: 1…

2…

…2.55 Tony powers out. Ulrich gets to his feet and grabs Tony's head in a Front Facelock a second time, possibly for another DDT…but no; this time, Ulrich decides to go a different route and hit a Neckbreaker to Tony the Tiger! Trix Rabbit gets back onto the ring apron…and Ulrich knocks him back down again with a Dropkick!

"Okay, come on now! Trix Rabbit, AGAIN, unfairly assailed by the legal man! Keep your damn hands on the man that's legal, Stern!" Cris demands.

"The Cereal Killers, not the cleanest brawlers in the world… Some of those tendencies in the X-Factors as well, however; they can bend a rule or three here or there too," Al notes.

Ulrich sees Tony the Tiger getting to one knee…and he goes for a Shining Wizard…

…

…but Tony the Tiger snatches Ulrich in a Bear Hug on the way there! Tony picks Ulrich up…and rams Ulrich repeatedly into the Cereal Killer corner with Shoulder Block after Shoulder Block after Shoulder Block. Tony looks for a tag…but notices that his partner has been knocked down. Irritated by this development, Tony tries to return the favor, charging at Odd on the apron…but Odd is able to dismount the apron and avoid Tony's wrath. Odd stands on the outside and gives him a Sonic-like finger wag, as if to say, "Too slow!" Tony growls…turns back around and charges at Ulrich Stern for an Avalanche…but Ulrich gets a boot up, backing Tony away…and allowing the Lyoko Samurai to Head Slam Tony onto the top turnbuckle. Ulrich Head Slams him four times before climbing up onto the second rope and delivering ten punches to the back of Tony's head! Then Ulrich presses both of his knees into Tony's spine…

…

…and executes an Inverted Monkey Flip, sending Tony head over heels onto his chest and face!

"WHOA! A MONKEY FLIP, Inverted version—now THAT was something I've personally never seen before!" says Al.

"And it's something I personally would never like to see again—Tony, get up, man!" Cris cries.

Tony stumbles to his feet and Ulrich hits the ropes…delivering a Spinning Heel Kick to the jaw, knocking Tony down hard! Ulrich covers Tony: 1…

2…

…

…2.69 Tony powers out again…and Ulrich tags Odd back into the match. Odd reenters the ring…and both Odd and Ulrich put Tony in Wrist Locks. Odd and Ulrich deliver Shoot Kicks to Tony's chest…and then Double Irish Whip Tony into the ropes…and both deliver a Drop Toe Hold, bringing Tony down hard. Odd and Ulrich both hit the adjacent ropes…and they both hit stereo Dropkicks low and away to Tony's cheekbones. Ulrich picks Odd up in a Back Suplex…and drops him in a Leg Drop to the back of Tony the Tiger's head! The X-Factors high-five each other and smirk…and then they both take a hold of Tony the Tiger's legs—Ulrich his right leg and Odd his left leg—and they both exit the ring on adjacent ends of the ring, near where the ring post is. Ulrich and Odd prepare to pull Tony's legs into the ring post…but Tony the Tiger uses his strength to shove both Ulrich and Odd backward into the security barricade!

"X-Factors have had the upper hand for the majority of the match—almost the WHOLE match! They've been ready for this!" Al says.

"Tony showing signs of life though," Ben says.

Odd bounces off of the wall while Ulrich hangs on in recoil…

…

…and then…Trix Rabbit Clotheslines Ulrich over the security barricade into the crowd!

"And TRIX RABBIT in the fray, taking Ulrich into the audience!" Al exclaims.

"And much like Trix Rabbit before, Ulrich didn't see THAT ONE coming, did he? Huh? Cereal Killers, the MASTERS of the cheap shot!" Cris grins.

Odd notices Ulrich getting sent into the crowd…and he tries to assist his partner who is the victim of mounted punches from the Trix Rabbit…but Tony the Tiger, as Odd is midway on the barricade, delivers a Mat Slam that drops Odd onto the back of his head!

"OH! Odd was about to lend a hand, but Tony had other plans!" Al says. "Odd's head must be ringing profusely off of that!"

"Good!" Cris cheers. "The more ringing, the better! I hope Lisa Weston's HOWLING in tears right now!"

"…That's not very nice," Ben chuckles. "Then again, I was wondering if Aelita was howling in tears off of that so, hi, kettle! It's me, pot!"

"Oh, I hope they're BOTH crying," Cris says.

Tony picks Odd up by the hair…and rams him into the steel ring post with a Front Slam directed right into the swell of his back! Tony then Fallaway Slams Odd through the ropes back inside the ring, sending Odd to the center of the squared circle! Tony reenters the ring as well, the referee watching him and watching Odd. Tony hits the ropes as Odd is supine…and Tony delivers a Big Splash directly onto the chest cavity of Della Robbia! Tony postures up and delivers more punches to the forehead of Odd, and then he hits three Headbutts to the dome. Tony grabs Odd by the throat with both hands, chokes him onto the canvas…

…

…and then deadlifts Odd up into the air, hoisting him in an Elevated Two-Handed Chokehold!

"Now Trix and Ulrich are actually trading blows in the crowd, but LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF TONY!" Al gasps. "OH MY!"

"GAK POWER RIGHT THERE! GAK POWER!" Cris applauds.

"HOLY CRAP!" Ben exclaims…

…as Ulrich and Trix are in fisticuffs with one another…

…

…and Tony the Tiger delivers a Falling Tree Slam! Tony stands up, beats his chest and roars to the heavens, earning massive boos from the fans as they chant, "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"

"He just MANHANDLED your degenerate dork and yet you say he sucks—you people are absolute know-nothings! That's what we have here in Arkansas," Cris scoffs.

"And you WONDER why I wouldn't trust any of these people to make any decisions for me," Ben says. "I wouldn't even trust these people with a PENNY from my wallet, never mind that kind of authority."

Tony continues roaring before covering Odd for the first time…

…

…and only receiving a near-fall. Tony digs his tiger claws right into Odd's eyes as Della Robbia is down, and referee Scott Van Buren tries to step in and intervene, only for Tony to snarl at him as well! Van Buren administers a five-count for Tony to let up…

…

…while, meanwhile, in the crowd, Trix Irish Whips Ulrich towards the barricade while in the crowd…only for Ulrich to climb up the barricade and go for Whisper in the Wind! Trix dodges…and Ulrich manages to land onto his feet and forward roll away! Trix's dodge forces a spectator out of his seat, and Trix further pushes the fan away…before picking up the vacant chair…

…

…and smashing the steel chair directly against Ulrich's skull!

"WAIT A MIN—OH MY GOD!" Al shouts as the crowd seeing this is stunned as well.

"Oh your GWEN, and WHAT A WONDERFUL CHAIR SHOT!" Cris exclaims.

"REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT EITHER! REF NOT SEEING IT FROM THE AUDIENCE BECAUSE HE'S TOO BUSY DEALING WITH THE ACTION IN THE RING!" Al calls.

"And now ULRICH'S skull has to be ringing now after that shellacking," Ben remarks.

"No kidding!" Cris agrees.

Tony picks Odd up and pushes him into the ropes, going for a Big Boot…but Odd grabs Tony's leg and stops the boot from hitting his face—only for Tony to push his boot forward and force Odd into the ropes a second time! Tony delivers the Big Boot on the rebound, knocking Odd down with a vengeance. Tony places his boot onto Odd's throat, this time choking him on the mat…before Trix Rabbit goes to the apron finally and tags himself in.

"And now, for the first time in the match, Trix Rabbit is OFFICIALLY the legal man," says Al.

The crowd does not give Trix a good reception, knowing his misdeeds against Ulrich Stern who is still motionless on the other side of the barricade. Tony the Tiger picks Odd up in a Gorilla Press, Trix Rabbit on one knee…

…

…and Tony the Tiger drops Odd into a Gutbuster onto Trix's knee! Odd coughs and coughs and rolls around the ring in pain before Tony the Tiger spits on the downed Odd and goes back to the apron. Trix Rabbit starts stomping on the downed Della Robbia before letting him struggle to his own feet. Trix grabs Odd in a Sidewalk position…and delivers a Pendulum Backbreaker. Trix Rabbit backs to the ropes, elevates himself to the middle rope with both feet planted there…

…

…and Trix Rabbit delivers a Diving Forearm Smash across the face! Trix covers Odd: 1…

"Check…"

2…

"…and…"

…

…2.7675 Odd gets his shoulder up!

"…ma—aaaaand NOT mate… Let the suffering continue," Cris shrugs complacently.

Trix hits the ropes and delivers an Elbow Drop to the chest, pinning him once again afterwards: 1…

2…

…

…2.77 Odd gets his shoulder up again!

"And persistent they are—not getting paid by the hour," Ben chortles.

"Pins in quick succession, but neither of them successful—at least not THOSE two," says Al.

Trix places Odd in a prone position and delivers a multitude of Knee Drops to the back of Odd's head. Trix pulls Odd towards his corner and picks him up, Hammer Throwing him chest-first into the Cereal Killer corner. Odd lands onto his bottom, and Trix puts him in a Goodnight Irene Sleeper. Trix leans in towards his corner…and Tony is able to get a fingertip on Trix's left ear to count as a tag. Tony the Tiger reenters the ring and kicks away at Odd's ribcage with stomp after stomp while Trix works him over in the Sleeper. Trix then proceeds with knees into Odd's spine. Trix backs away…and stands in the X-Factors' corner, standing on the apron while Ulrich starts to slowly move in the crowd.

"What is Trix Rabbit doing over there? That's not his corner!" Al says.

Tony grabs Odd by the legs…and Giant Swings him around and around the ring, sending him towards a neutral corner after seven spins! Odd, groggy and ailing, pulls himself up in the corner and tries to stand…

…

…and Tony the Tiger charges for a Corner Spear…but Odd Dropkicks Tony in the knee, causing Tony to lose his footing and crash face-first into the second turnbuckle! The crowd pops as Odd opens things up for him to turn things around. Odd crawls away from the neutral corner and, instinctively, to his own X-Factor corner of the ring…where Trix Rabbit is standing there, mocking Odd and his plight.

"Hahaha! That's not your partner! BELIEVE me; that ain't your partner, Odd!" Cris laughs.

"And now Trix Rabbit just making LIGHT of the fact that Ulrich's not there to tag in—that chair shot ROCKED him!" Al says.

Odd manages to stand up…and glares at Trix Rabbit, who flashes a dark grin and spits at Odd's face!

"WOW! These dudes LOVE to spit on people!" Ben remarks.

"But Odd can't be too much of a fan of being spat ON!" Al states.

Odd frowns…and he tries to pursue Trix Rabbit…

…

…but Tony drills him from behind with a Clothesline to the back of the brain! Odd goes down as even more boos ensue!

"BAM! Haha! Like I said, masters of cheap shots!" Cris laughs. "First Trix plays Odd's partner, egging him on and spitting on him…and then Tony the Tiger just LEVELS Della Robbia from the rear!"

"BUT WAIT—there's more!" Ben sings…

…

…as Tony picks Odd up by the arms, taking his back…and delivers a Full Nelson Slam onto the canvas! Tony pins Odd after the big knockdown, and referee Scott Van Buren counts 1…

"Check…"

2…

"…and…"

…

…2.85 Odd just narrowly kicks out!

"…mat—DAMN IT, NO! SCOTT! COUNT LIKE A REF—COUNT LIKE A GWENDAMN REF, NOT LIKE AN UMPIRE!" Cris screams.

"…Do umpires actually count ANYTHING in baseball? They basically just call 'safe', 'out', 'strike', 'ball' and whatnot," Ben notes.

"Point is, DON'T officiate like an umpire because umpires are horrendous at their jobs and shaft deserving winners left and right!" Cris explains.

"Ah," Ben nods.

"…If Jeremy was to point out that umpire deal, you'd be telling him to shut up…" Al mutters to Cris.

"Got THAT Gwendamn right! That boy doesn't have any right to correct me—YOU'RE lucky I let YOU correct me," Cris grunts.

Al rolls his eyes at Collinsworth…while Tony the Tiger holds Odd by the arm and hits him with Short-Arm Clothesline after Short-Arm Clothesline, taking his time with each impactful blow…

…

…and then completing the Earn Your Stripes!

"What can't be corrected is the fact that the Cereal Killers—mostly Tony the Tiger—are DOMINATING over Odd Della Robbia," Ben comments.

Ulrich pulls himself out of the crowd and to the ringside area, struggling on all fours…while Odd clutches his neck in his own world of pain. Trix Rabbit grins evilly while Odd uses the ropes with his other arm to pull himself up again. Trix talks trash to the aching Lyoko Warrior, barking, "Animal cruelty, huh? ANIMAL CRUELTY, HUH? MORE LIKE ANIMALS BEING CRUEL TO YOUR ASS! FEELS GREAT, DOESN'T IT?!"

"And Trix Rabbit is loving it," Al adds. "EVERY bit of it."

Tony grabs Odd from behind…and hooks up his arms and lifts Odd onto his shoulder, Pumphandle-style.

"He may love this all the same—Pumphandle Slam…!" Al calls.

…

Tony goes for the Pumphandle Slam…but Odd is able to escape from Tony's shoulder, land onto his feet behind Tony…and push Tony forward directly into Trix Rabbit, knocking the latter off of the apron!

"Then again, maybe not!" Al exclaims.

"Oh no!" Cris cries. "Trix!"

"Pumphandle Slam averted for now," Ben says.

Tony turns around in recoil, stunned momentarily…

…

…and Odd delivers a Frankensteiner, sending Tony down to the canvas to the crowd's pleasure! Odd stays down and sells while Tony grabs his own skull from the Frankensteiner. Ulrich is now recovering on the outside and getting to his feet at ringside, but is still visibly dizzied from before.

"Perfect opportunity for Della Robbia to tag out here if his partner can get to the apron!" Al says.

"Nah, Ulrich's too dazed—you can see his eyes are glazed over," Ben declares. "He's not all there. That chair shot scrambled his brains big time."

"Odd looking concerned…" Al speaks…

…as Odd Della Robbia rolls to the outside slowly to check on his partner's condition, noticing that Ulrich is not moving around as well as normal.

"Remember – Ulrich's had a history of neck injury and that took its toll to the rest of the cranium as well," Al mentions. "Odd showing some genuine concern here, making sure his buddy's okay—WHOAWHOAWHOA!"

Al gasps as Trix Rabbit charges at the X-Factors as Odd is assisting Ulrich to his senses…

…

…but both of the Code Lyoko characters see Trix coming and deliver a Double Flapjack onto the arena floor!

"OHHHH! Odd and Ulrich saw it coming! Trix couldn't get the cheap shot in there!" Al remarks.

"Double Flapjack certainly isn't part of the good breakfast the rabbit had in mind," Ben jokes.

"Crap, crap, CRAP!" Cris curses.

Odd again makes sure Ulrich is okay, backing up towards the ring apron as Ulrich encourages him to return to the ring, for he is the legal individual…but then Tony the Tiger reaches over the ropes and grabs Odd by the hair, pulling him up to the ring apron by his locks! The crowd boos as Tony hits four big right hands to the head. Tony goes for a fifth…but Odd blocks it and manages to deliver a Hotshot onto the top rope! Tony staggers backward as Odd gathers his bearings once again and stands on the ring apron. Odd sets himself up…Springboards…

…

…and jumps right into a Frying Pan Chop to the chest by the Frosted Flakes mascot!

"Odd's gonna FLY—OH NO! OH MY GOODNESS, RIGHT OUT OF THE AIR!" Al screams.

"Odd wanted to fly—instead, he got SWATTED like a fly!" Ben says.

"Appropriate!" Cris affirms.

Odd, on his knees, holds his chest which is yelling in pain, while Tony the Tiger sinisterly grins and growls in Odd's face, taking delight in all of Odd's displeasure. Tony cricks his neck, hits the ropes as Odd is on his knees…

…

…and Odd forward rolls underneath Tony's Big Boot attempt! Odd hits the opposite ropes…then ducks Tony's Clothesline, hits the ropes again—and gets a blind tag from Ulrich Stern!

"Odd playing artful dodger—wait, I think I saw a tag!" Al shouts. "Ulrich snuck in a tag!"

Odd keeps running the ropes, Tony not noticing the tag being made…and Tony goes for a Back Elbow to the jaw, only for Odd to duck again! Odd hits the ropes and Tony goes for a Body Slam, but Odd floats over and delivers a Jumping Forearm to the face…but Tony stays on his feet, rebounds off of the ropes and charges at Odd again, looking for a Spear…but Odd leapfrogs over Tony and Tony hits the opposite ropes…and runs into a "Stop!" hand gesture from Della Robbia.

"Turn around!" Odd yells at Tony the Tiger.

"Grrrrrr… Don't pull that crap with me!" Tony snarls, shaking his head.

"No, seriously—TURN AROUND!" Odd repeats.

"YOU'RE THE FOOL HERE, NOT ME!" Tony shouts.

"TURN THE HELL AROUND, YOU BEAST!" Odd communicates once more.

"F**K YOU!" Tony retorts at Odd…

…

…before Ulrich Stern comes into the match with a Springboard Dropkick to the back of Tony's head!

"And Odd's 'warnings' turn out to be in vain!" Al exclaims with some levity.

"Oh, I bet Della Robbia's proud of himself, huh?!" Cris complains. "I HATE THESE GUYS!"

"Ulrich Stern, the legal man," Ben says.

Odd shrugs and backs away from the scene, saying, "I tried to warn you! Didn't I warn him?" Odd asks Ulrich.

Ulrich nods, and then shrugs, saying, "Some folks can't be helped!" Then Ulrich hits the ropes and Tony the Tiger ducks under. Ulrich rebounds off of the ropes and delivers a Wheelbarrow Bulldog! Ulrich then proceeds to the middle rope in a neutral corner as Tony struggles to a standing position, doubled over in pain. Ulrich performs a crotch-chop while perched in the corner…

…

…and he delivers a Diving Elbow to the back of the cranium! Ulrich picks Tony up to his feet and wrenches his arm, putting him in a Wrist Lock…and nails a Wrist-Clutch Calf Kick to the face, knocking Tony down! Ulrich then stands…and delivers a Standing Corkscrew Senton to the midsection! Ulrich stays on top of Tony, hooking a leg: 1…

2…

…

…2.885 Tony kicks out! Ulrich stands up and pulls Tony onto his shoulders…struggling momentarily but managing to hold him up for a Fireman's Carry. Ulrich goes for a Death Valley Driver…

"Ulrich showing some lifting ability, HOLDING the 290-plus-pound tiger on his shoulders!" Al calls.

…

…but Tony the Tiger elbows Ulrich in the mush, knocking Ulrich to one knee! Ulrich still has Tony on his shoulders…but then Trix Rabbit slides into the ring and delivers a Rabbit's Foot to Ulrich Stern!

"And TRIX RABBIT in with a Rabbit's Foot!" Al shouts.

"Perfect placement, right to the jaw! Tony with the elbow, Trix with the—LOOK OUT!" Cris shrieks…

…

…as Odd Della Robbia runs into the ring with a Leg Lariat to Trix Rabbit!

"DELLA ROBBIA has his say!" Al exclaims.

Trix Rabbit rolls out of the ring, clutching his clavicle…

…and Tony the Tiger snatches Odd up and slams him with a vicious Swinging Side Slam!

"And TONY THE TIGER HAS HIS! BOOM, BOOM, AND BOOM!" Cris cheers.

"Odd FOLDED UP by that Swinging Side Slam! He took that on the FLOOR last week, and it looked almost as painful THIS week!" Al remarks.

Tony the Tiger roars as he is the sole man standing. He takes Ulrich into a Standing Headscissors, looking for the Frosted Flake Bomb.

"And Ulrich may be about to get his OWN dosage of agony, by way of the tiger's Frosted Flake Bomb!" says Ben.

Tony the Tiger picks Ulrich up…spins him around…

"Here it comes!" Cris gleefully says.

…

…and…gets countered into a Facebuster as Ulrich escapes!

"But the X-Factor Ulrich manages a counter!" Al calls.

"NO!" Cris groans. "COME ON, DAMN IT!"

"X-Factors not done yet!" Al says.

Ulrich stands up and sets Tony up for an Impact Buster, hooking both of Tony's arms as the crowd chants, "ULRICH! ULRICH! ULRICH!"

…

However, Tony is able to Backdrop Ulrich out of the maneuver…only for Ulrich to land on his feet behind Tony the Tiger! Ulrich then runs up the corner in front of him…

"Impact Buster deni—oh no… NO!" Cris shouts…

…

…as Ulrich executes the Whisper in the Wind, directly to the back of Tony's skull!

"WHISPER IN THE WIND! THE BACK OF THE HEAD!" Al exclaims.

The crowd cheers for the high-octane maneuver as Ulrich turns Tony the Tiger over and pins him: 1…

"Is this it for Tony?"

2…

"Is this it for the Cereal Killers?!"

…

…2.89 Tony manages to power out before 3!

"NO, ONLY TWO! A NEAR-FALL!" Al exclaims.

"YES! Tony sticks in it!" Cris cheers. "These degenerates won't be winning TONIGHT—not on the Cereal Killers' watch!"

Ulrich looks up at the referee, and Scott Van Buren reiterates the two-count. Ulrich exhales, slaps the canvas and backs into the corner behind him. Ulrich raises one of his arms…and then pulls himself up the corner to the top rope as Tony is supine on the canvas. Ulrich signals for the end as the crowd sounds off behind him. Ulrich reaches the top turnbuckle, flashing a smirk and posturing up for the Stern as Death Shooting Star Elbow Drop…

"Ulrich, to the contrary, wants to lock this up for himself and Odd—he's on the top rope!" Al says.

"Looking for his inferior Elbow Drop…" Ben comments.

"'Inferior'…?" Al scratches his head.

"To mine," Ben clarifies.

Ulrich is ready for takeoff…

…

…but Trix Rabbit pushes Ulrich off of the top turnbuckle to the canvas from the ring apron, drawing a loud chorus of boos! Ulrich crashes onto the mat over Tony's body, falling almost directly onto his head and neck!

"And he WON'T EVEN GET THE CHANCE—OH MY!" Al exclaims.

"TRIX RABBIT WITH THE AIRWAY INTERFERENCE!" Cris calls. "And Ulrich's Stern as Death just became simply Ulrich Stern's Death!"

"That fall looked NASTY off of the top rope, and the nastier the fall, the better for Trix Rabbit!" Al says.

"I hope Ulrich didn't throw out his neck brace after he returned to CCW, 'cause he MIGHT need it again soon," Ben states.

Trix Rabbit holds his arm out for a tag as Tony the Tiger rolls toward the Cereal Killer corner of the ring…

…

…and Tony manages to tag out to Trix Rabbit, who reenters the ring as Ulrich fights back to his feet, trying to reconfigure himself and find out where he is. Trix Rabbit lets him know with a kick to the midsection…

…

"Oh, if Trix hits THIS, Stern'll SURELY need his neck brace back!" Ben calls…

…

…as Trix Rabbit gives Ulrich a Texas Piledriver!

"TEXAS PILEDRIVER!" Cris exclaims. "ONE OF THE FEW GOOD THINGS TO COME FROM THAT DECREPIT STATE!"

"To Ulrich, it might not be so good!" Al says.

"SUCKS TO BE HIM!" Cris shouts. "NOW COUNT IT!"

Trix Rabbit turns Ulrich over and pins him: 1…

"CHECK…"

2…

"…AND…"

…

…Odd Della Robbia manages to break up the count JUST before 3, much to the crowd's delight!

"…MAT—OH, DAMN YOU, ODD DELLA ROBBIA! I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR ASS!" Cris screams angrily.

"And this matchup continues! Odd Della Robbia saves his partner and keeps the X-Factors alive and well!" Al says.

Odd stands up and Trix Rabbit does as well, the latter livid with Odd's involvement. Trix gives Odd a Headbutt, backing Odd up and allowing the General Mills character to hit the ropes. Trix Rabbit hits the ropes…and runs into a Spinning Back Kick to the midsection. Trix is hunched over, and Odd hooks Trix's head and goes for the Spin Cycle!

…

But Trix Rabbit twists out of it, holding onto Odd's arm and then pulling Odd in for a Suplex! Trix tries to parlay the Suplex into a Trixbuster…

…

…but Odd gets back to his feet…and then executes a Sit-Out Gourdbuster!

"Sit-Out Front Suplex after the counter—shades of Odd's Lyoko pal Aelita!" Al references.

"That's the SECOND time you've brought her name up this telecast and that's two times too many," Cris deadpans.

"Actually, I brought her name up the first time and it was in reference to her crying," Ben admits.

"Oh, right. Well, that's okay," Cris chuckles. "But Al, you have no excuse."

"I'm calling the action! I'm filling the fans in on what they—"

"Oh, for the love of Gwen, shut up!" Cris cuts Al off.

"…Ulrich starting to get up…" Ben points out.

Odd sees his partner stirring…and then he sees Trix Rabbit stirring as well. Trix Rabbit lifts his head up while on his knees…and Odd goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but Trix Rabbit ducks it!

…

But Trix cannot duck the SECOND Roundhouse from Della Robbia!

"LASER ARROW!" Al calls the move.

Ulrich, standing back up to his feet, pulls Trix Rabbit onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, all while motioning for Della Robbia to stand on the top rope. As Odd climbs up, Ulrich gives Odd a Death Valley Driver! Ulrich then goes to Trix Rabbit's legs, holding them open as Odd stands on the top rope and looks at the fans, pointing at the open space between the rabbit's thighs. Odd grins…holds up an "X" over his head…

…

…leaps…

"And here comes the move that should be a DQ but isn't!" Ben telegraphs.

…

…and delivers the X Marks the Spot!

"X MARKS THE SPOT!" exclaims Al. "Right in the jewels of the rabbit!"

"And will there be a DQ called? OF COURSE NOT!" Cris protests. "OF COURSE!"

"Although, I have to admit…it takes MASSIVE balls to stick your head in a rabbit's testicles," Ben remarks.

"…NO ONE…needed to hear that…" Al blanched.

Odd stands up and proceeds to crotch chop like crazy, feeling fired up from the Diving Headbutt maneuver…and then he looks at Ulrich Stern, who nods at his partner, showing that it's time for another double team. Trix Rabbit comes up clutching his breadbasket…with Ulrich standing behind him and Odd in front ready to run the ropes.

"The X-Factors could be about to confirm their get-back from last week—about to get the better of the Cereal Killers here!" Al says.

"Trix, if you can hear me, PLEASE—"

[If you close your eyes your life, a naked truth revealed

Dreams you never lived, and scars never healed

In the darkness, light will take you to the other side

And find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes]

("Just Close Your Eyes" by Waterproof Blonde plays)

"…Huh?" Cris blinks.

The X-Factors hear this music…and they both look towards the ramp in befuddlement, wondering why Jimmy Neutron's music is playing…

…

…and why the Boy Genius is standing on the stage staring at the two of them, wearing a pure white lab coat.

"Jimmy Neutron? What is he doing here NOW?" Al queries.

"I'm wondering the same thing," Ben adds.

"Well, Arkansas sure isn't too happy to see him," Al says.

"That's because he has a higher IQ than the entire state combined," Cris scoffs. "But, yeah, what's his purpose? Last time he was here, it was to ask a question of Little Mac and Otto Rocket…"

Jimmy Neutron pulls out a microphone from his lab coat pocket and clears his throat, Odd and Ulrich still wondering his reasons.

Jimmy speaks, "I solicit your clemency and your attention at this time! Outlandish Della Robbia and Ulrich Austere, if you will…" Jimmy chuckles at his own joke. "Yes, that would be ODD Della Robbia and Ulrich STERN, for those of you who did not decrypt my witticism, which I conjecture to be the Panthera leo's allocation of you…"

"I understand completely!" Ben exclaims in good humor.

"…Jackass…" Al mumbles at Ben.

Ulrich motions for Jimmy to get to the point while Jimmy points to the big screen above him.

"If you scrutinize the video display terminal, you will find my raison d'être for being out here…" Jimmy says…

…

…as the 'Tron shows a drawing of a gray disk attached to a rope attached to the ceiling of a room.

"…What in the world that I saved?" Ben raises an eyebrow.

"…What is this?" Al wonders. Odd and Ulrich look at the drawing and shout the very same question at Jimmy.

"Is that supposed to be a ball sack?!" Odd yells.

Jimmy, hearing this, scowls…but he keeps composed and says, "This is a disk with a mass of 2.0 grams and a radius of 10 centimeters. The rotational inertia of the disk around its center is MR2 over 2. The disk is supported by a rope of negligible mass, and the rope is attached to the ceiling at one end, passing underneath the disk. The magnitude of the force FA necessary to hold the disk at rest is 9.8 Newtons. If at time zero this force is increased to 12 Newtons, causing the disk to accelerate upward…what will be the linear acceleration of the disk?"

"Ooh! Ooh! I know this! I freaking know this! It's on the tip of my tongue!" Ben raises his hand as though he is in a classroom.

"You DO?" Cris asks.

"Hell no, Cris—I have no goddamn clue," Ben plainly admits.

"Gwendamn," Cris corrects.

Ben pauses. "…Right."

Odd and Ulrich have no clue either, both of them squinting and not believing what they're even looking at or hearing. The fans in the crowd are also confused, many "Huhs?" coming from the audience.

"Would either one of you like to remove the vapid and jejune expressions from your physiognomies and register a response?" Jimmy asks. "You may round it to four significant figures…"

"…Did he just ask them to take off their clothes?" Ben asks.

"…No, I don't think so…but he DOES want an answer," Cris says.

"Why is this happening during the middle of the match?!" Al questions. "That's the question I want answered!"

"…You want a response? I'll show you a response…" Ulrich says…

…as he responds to Jimmy's question with a middle finger, flipping the Boy Genius off!

"Oh, now THAT'S not nice! Would you do that to Mrs. Hertz at Kadic, Ulrich?" Ben asks.

"…He probably WOULD, actually," Al says. "But it's clear that he wants nothing to do with Neutron's physics…"

Odd kisses his hand and then turns around, showing his posterior to Neutron and then smacking his behind, the message clear here as well!

"And NOR does Odd!" Al states.

"This is what an education at Kadic Academy teaches young boys—Jean-Pierre Delmas, you should be ASHAMED!" Cris snaps.

Odd and Ulrich both redirect their attentions to Trix Rabbit, who is groggy and out on his feet. Odd hits the ropes…

"And now, Odd and Ulrich looking to finish…"

…

…and Odd rebounds into a kick to the abdomen from Tony the Tiger!

"…what they starte—HEY!" Al exclaims. "TONY'S BACK UP!"

Ulrich tries to aid his partner, but Trix Rabbit hits Ulrich with a Mat Slam onto the back of his head! Tony the Tiger, holding Odd up…

…

…plants him with a Frosted Flake Bomb!

"Jimmy's arrival and distraction allowed Tony the Tiger to RECOVER AND DELIVER THE FROSTED FLAKE BOMB!" Al hollers.

Tony stands up as Odd writhes in pain…and Trix Rabbit takes Ulrich again, this time Snapmaring him down to the canvas. Tony sees this and immediately knows what to do.

"OH! BALLGAME! BALLGAME!" Cris exclaims.

"He's been Snapped… Tony's Crackling…" Ben calls as Tony the Tiger hits the ropes…

…

…and Tony the Tiger completes the Snap Crackle Pop onto Ulrich, drilling him in the mouth!

"CEREAL KILLERS WITH THE SNAP CRACKLE POP!" Al shouts. "COME ON!"

The crowd boos as Trix Rabbit covers the motionless Ulrich Stern, Jimmy Neutron still standing on the stage…and referee Scott Van Buren counts 1…

"CHECK…"

2…

"…AND…"

…

…3! The bell sounds as Trix Rabbit stands up and "Testify" plays!

"…MATE, BABY! CHECK AND MATE, HAHA!" Cris laughs. "CEREAL KILLERS WIN!"

"The Cereal Killers win thanks to, of all people and things, Neutron!" Al shouts.

"Here are your winners, Trix Rabbit and Tony the Tiger, the Cereal Killers!" Blader DJ declares as the fans are extremely unhappy.

"Last week it was the Cereal Killers intervening during a match to cost Ulrich a win over Kenny, and NOW, this week, Jimmy Neutron and his impromptu science quiz has screwed over BOTH of the X-Factors just as they were about to score revenge from LAST WEEK!" Al says.

"Go figure!" Ben chuckles.

Trix Rabbit and Tony the Tiger stand tall inside the ring, surveying their work and raising their arms, both of them wearing bloodthirsty grins. The Cereal Killers fist-bump with one another and exit the ring, leaving the Lyoko degenerates to grimace in agony.

"And to the Cereal Killers, victory is victory," Cris says. "You got the job done tonight. Congratulations! Job well done… I got my wish tonight: battered degenerates."

"Isn't that everybody's wish?" Ben chuckles.

"Everybody with a sliver of maturity," Cris answers with a chuckle of his own.

"Battered? Try 'robbed' or 'cheated', 'distracted'—"

"Not Tony or Trix's fault that they couldn't keep their eyes on the ball!" Cris tells Al. "That's just the Cereal Killers taking advantage of the dorks'—"

"My juncture out here is yet incomplete!" Jimmy shouts, cutting Cris off as the Cereal Killers are on the ramp starting to walk to the back and bask in their victory.

"And NOW what?!" Al queries as the fans boo even louder.

"…Well, he cut ME off—this MUST be important; I KNOW it for sure now," Cris says with assurance, taking no offense.

"Panthera tigris… Lepus curpaeums…" Jimmy addresses Tony and Trix. "Peradventure you might fare better than your adversaries in your query as you have inside the ring…"

Trix Rabbit and Tony the Tiger, not caring much for what Jimmy is getting at, try to walk on, ignoring the Nickelodeon star…

…

…but then, Dmitri Petrovich and Dexter walk onto the stage with matching lab coats of their own, standing right in front of the Cereal Killers and blocking their way.

"Uh-oh…" Cris murmurs.

"I did not request locomotion on your part; I requested COGITATION on your part—cogitation on the following…" Jimmy speaks. "What are TWO of the pancreatic hormones that regulate blood glucose levels?"

"Let me think, let me think, let me think…" Ben "ponders".

"What is Jimmy GETTING AT here?!" Al queries.

"He asked a question first!" Cris says. "And the Cereal Killers may not have a choice but to answer…"

Tony the Tiger and Trix Rabbit look at each other…then at Jimmy and his friends…then back at themselves…

"This has been studied in a plethora of vertebrates, and since you ARE vertebrates, you should be erudite in these things," Jimmy states. "Please respond…"

…

…and the Cereal Killers do respond…with fists to Dexter and Dmitri Petrovich!

"UH-OH! And the Cereal Killers striking first and answering questions later!" Al calls.

"Well, Tony and Trix Rabbit aren't exactly the scholarly kind of animals! I kind of saw this devolving!" Cris says.

"And Tony ramming Dmitri into the mini screen on the ramp!" Al shouts as Tony hits a Running Spinebuster into the Minitron on Petrovich!

Jimmy runs over to help Dmitri with clubbing blows to Tony's spine while Trix Rabbit Clotheslines Dexter on the stage! Trix stomps away at the CN Genius as he is down…

…

…but then suddenly, the Twinleaves rush in from behind and Barry and Kenny deliver a Double Hip Toss to Trix Rabbit, dropping him onto his back onto the stage!

"WHAT THE HELL?! IT'S THE TWINLEAVES! BARRY AND KENNY!" Al exclaims as the crowd boos immensely upon seeing them.

"IT'S THE BOYS FROM TWINLEAF TOWN HERE TO HAVE THEIR SAY!" Cris cheers. "GO BARRY! GO KENNY! SORRY, TRIX, BUT YOU KNOW WHERE MY ALLEGIANCES LIE!"

"We ALL do; trust me…" Al rolls his eyes.

"I guess the Twinleaf Trainer and Coordinator wanted to join in on the party!" Ben says.

Jimmy puts Tony the Tiger in a Double Chickenwing, allowing Dmitri some space to strike at Tony's skull. Dmitri hits two punches…before Tony Big Boots the face of Petrovich and frees an arm to Back Elbow Jimmy in the chin. Tony grabs Dmitri…and tosses him into Jimmy, causing Dmitri to Spear Jimmy Neutron to the stage!

"Tony the Tiger fending Jimmy and Dmitri off, but the Twinleaves are now headed HIS way!" Al calls as Barry and Kenny charge at him.

Tony Headbutts Barry, then Headbutts Kenny, knocking them both down. Tony tries to go on the attack, but both of the Twinleaves punch away at Tony's abdomen, doubling him over momentarily. Tony pie-faces Barry away and then grabs Kenny by the throat with both hands…

"The Kellogg's creation, the Breakfast Beast, not being easily overmatched—LOW BLOW BY BARRY!" Al exclaims as Barry hits a Low Blow on Tony the Tiger, bringing him down and forcing him to let go of Kenny!

"The REAL Blonde Bomb perhaps saving Kenny's bacon there!" says Ben.

Kenny recovers, along with Barry…and both of them grab Tony the Tiger by the head in an Inverted Facelock…

…

…and they deliver a Double Rolling Cutter onto the stage!

"OHHH! FACE-FIRST ONTO THE METAL STAGE!" Al shouts.

"THAT'S MY TWINLEAVES! OH YEAH!" Cris cheers.

"And now Jimmy and Dmitri rising to their feet over there…" Ben says.

Neutron and Petrovich both stand up, and Trix Rabbit stands up as well, clutching his back from the Double Hip Toss…and the Twinleaves run down the ramp and hit him with a Double Spear!

"SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! They're allowed to do that because I taught it to 'em! SPEAR!" Ben exclaims.

"A DOUBLE Spear in fact!" Cris says.

"The Twinleaves taking advantage of this situation with the Cereal Killers, leaving them laid out, the both of them!" Al calls.

Jimmy, Dexter and Dmitri reconvene…and Jimmy picks up his microphone, taking it with him down the ramp. Barry and Kenny are about to enter the ring, seeing Ulrich and Odd both in pain there…but Jimmy and his gang make it there first, and Dmitri, seeing Ulrich on one knee, DRILLS him with a Knee Trembler!

"OH! Knee Trembler!" Cris shouts. "What a STUPENDOUS knee to the dome that was!"

Jimmy nods and says, off-mic, "Well done, Dmitri…" …as the Twinleaves slowly enter the ring along with Neutron and his partners. Jimmy enters the ring, frowning profusely as Dexter picks Ulrich up, placing him in an Alabama Slam position…

"And we saw this last week—we saw Dexter use this move on Little Mac!" Al notes.

…

…and Dexter spins Ulrich around into a Belly-to-Belly Sit-Out Piledriver!

"INTO THE PILEDRIVER!" Al shouts over the booing crowd as Dexter grins at his deed. Jimmy applauds for him as well…before gesturing for both Dexter and Dmitri to put Odd in position for something else.

Dmitri and Dexter nod in affirmation…

…

…before lifting Odd up by his arms, one arm apiece.

"And we also saw THIS last week, I believe…" Ben comments.

"Yes, we did, and between Ulrich's head and Odd's spine, tonight is looking more and more like a HORRIBLE night to be a degenerate right now!" Cris says.

"We STILL don't know the purpose of these guys—they've got Della Robbia up now!" Al says…

…as Jimmy Neutron measures…

…

…and pushes Odd into the Double-Team Iconoclasm, swinging him downward to the canvas with authority!

"AND AGAIN WITH THAT AIDED ICONOCLASM!" Al exclaims. "Odd's spine BUCKLING, nearly SHATTERING upon impact!"

"These three geniuses just introduced Odd to the laws of gravity—what goes UP must CERTAINLY go down!" Cris says.

"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" chants ring in the Verizon® Arena, as Jimmy takes this opportunity to speak into the microphone.

"And now, Jim-Jam's got something to say…" Ben says.

"Jim-Jam's got some EXPLAINING to do!" Al states.

"Hey, only I get to call him Jim-Jam—me and his dad; that's it," Ben scolds Al. "Learn your place, Michaels."

"Yeah, learn your Gwendamn place!" Cris shouts.

Jimmy looks at the X-Factors in the ring and the Cereal Killers outside of it…and he says, still with a frown, "Verbiage cannot requisitely chronicle how despondent I am feeling right now… Are you cozening me? I restate, are you COZENING me?! I understand that, when I performed this cerebral appraisal last week, it may have been too unfathomable to pass. With this in mind, I specifically made THIS assessment more facile!"

"How does he figure THAT? How did he make this EASIER?!" Al shouts.

"I issued my quizzes to TANDEMS, such that they may consult EACH OTHER on the questions!" Jimmy explains. "They could have worked together to answer! It isn't allowed on standardized exams in schools, but I allowed it here! I WELCOMED it here! And yet…they STILL…FAILED! ALL OF THEM FAILED!"

The crowd boos over Jimmy's tirade as Barry and Kenny, crouching over Ulrich, both yell in his ears, "You hear that, Stern? You FAILED! You and Della Robbia FAILED!"

"Della Robbia and Stern—I even voluntarily GAVE them the necessary magnitude to keep the disk at rest! That's ONE FEWER CALCULATION to make!" Jimmy shouts. "And the tiger and the rabbit—I only asked for TWO of the hormones! ONLY TWO! And they couldn't even name ONE!" Jimmy pulls part of his hair in frustration…

…while Barry goes on a rampage on Ulrich with Elbow Drop after Elbow Drop after Elbow Drop, executing a Barry Barrage while Jimmy is speaking!

Jimmy looks at Odd and says, "1.4667 meters per second squared… THAT is the linear acceleration of the disk…" Then he looks up the ramp to the Cereal Killers' prone bodies and says, "Insulin…somatostatin…and you could have said glucagon as well…"

Kenny joins in on the assault on Ulrich with Knee Drops to the forehead.

"…This is a very doleful day for ALL of tag team wrestling…but perchance it can be salvaged…because I have one final question…" Jimmy says…then turning his head to look at the Twinleaves in the ring with him. "…and it's for you two, Barry and Kenny…"

Suddenly the crowd perks its ears, some of them cheering lightly as the Twinleaves stop in their tracks and, with somewhat petrified looks on their faces, turn around to look at Jimmy.

"Uhhhhhh-ohhhhh…" Ben reacts.

"Jimmy… Jimmy, I don't like where this is going…" Cris fears. "Jimmy, I get that you're upset, but there's no need to take this out on THEM…"

"Kenny and Barry, most likely noticing the trend here, look VERY perturbed right now, and perhaps they should be!" Al says.

Barry and Kenny try to wave Jimmy off desperately, not wanting to be the next to participants in his experiment…but Dexter and Dmitri cut off their means of escape, leaving the Twinleaves no choice.

"I want you two to HEARKEN…CIRCUMSPECTLY…and MULL OVER your answer…before reciting it to me…" Jimmy instructs the Twinleaves, who are both closing their eyes and expecting the worst.

"Jimmy, no! Jimmy, NO! JIMMY!" Cris pleads.

"The Twinleaves picked up on Jimmy and company's scraps, but they may be joining the body count quite soon!" says Al.

"I can't bear to watch!" Ben shrieks, covering his eyes and dreading what the Twinleaves are about to undergo.

"JIMMY!" Cris begs again…to no avail.

Barry and Kenny, with no choice, listen for Jimmy's question.

…

"WHAT…IS TWO PLUS TWO?" Jimmy asks.

The crowd performs a collective double-take at this question, and Barry opens one single eye, shocked himself by the query. Kenny pinches himself, not believing this to be happening. Jimmy, meanwhile, still awaits their answer.

"…You've gotta be kidding me…" Al shakes his head in bewilderment. "You've GOTTA be kidding me… THAT'S… THAT'S their question? THAT'S IT?! The X-Factors get something in physics, the Cereal Killers get advanced biology…and the Twinleaves get TWO PLUS TWO?!"

"He DID say he was making his questions easier, Al!" Cris says with a grin.

"…You've gotta be KIDDING ME right now…" Al reiterates.

…

Jimmy rolls up his lab coat sleeve…revealing his Rookie Revolution armband, matching the ones on Kenny and Barry's arms as well. Then the crowd boos even LOUDER, starting to piece together the implications. "Take your time, Twinleaves…but for the love of every deity in this realm, give me the CORRECT answer…"

"You're telling me…that—that—Jimmy's basically giving the Twinleaves a free ride!" Al shouts. "He's—ah, damn it! He's basically helped the Twinleaves get the jump on the Cereal Killers and the X-Factors as well!"

"Rookie Revolutionaries ALWAYS stick together, through thick and thin, baby!" Cris exclaims. "Right, Ben?"

"…You're not wrong…" Ben says, after a momentary pause.

Kenny and Barry look at each other…both wearing the cheesiest grins imaginable…

…

…and Barry eventually says, "Four! It's four! The answer is four!"

Kenny adds, "Two plus two is four!"

"This is ridiculous…" Al groans.

"This is delightful!" Cris cheers.

Jimmy looks at the Twinleaves…with eyes like a game show host, instilling uncertainly into Barry and Kenny's hearts, as though to make them question their own answer. A small bead of sweat appears on Barry's neck…

…

…but then Jimmy smirks. "That…is…CORRECT!"

"YEAH! YES! THE TWINLEAVES GOT IT RIGHT! THEY GOT THE QUESTION RIGHT!" Cris jumps for joy at the announce table.

"Hooray for them!" Ben claps…as Dmitri and Dexter clap as well inside the ring.

"Ugh… Yeah, what a proud moment—they know BASIC MATH. Where's their complimentary cookie?" Al dryly says.

The Twinleaves celebrate with high-fives to each other as the crowd boos immensely for the display, finding none of it humorous whatsoever. Jimmy maintains his grin and says, "It warms my aortas and ventricles to know that there is at least ONE tag team with nourished and functional encephalons. However, with that being said, one passer domesticus does not make spring. There is still much travail to be done…and ALL areas of Fiction Wrestling and CCW shall be predisposed to our crusade. In the matter of the X-Factors and the Cereal Killers…I endorse YOU, Barry and Kenny, in your plight against them, while Dmitri Petrovich, Dexter and I…THE BRAIN TRUST…progress in our mission against OTHER individuals. Our epistle to the entire Multiverse is as lucid as the purest of quartz…"

Jimmy places his fingers to the sides of his head, pointing to both of his temples…and Dexter and Dmitri mimic this motion themselves, the crowd hissing and jeering all the way.

"Mind…over…matter…" Jimmy says…before putting down his microphone.

"The Brain Trust…" Al says. "Jimmy Neutron, Dmitri Petrovich, Dexter—the Brain Trust…helping the Twinleaves—wait a minute…come on now…!"

Al is upset even further…as Jimmy Neutron begins to pick Ulrich Stern up…

…

…but then Kenny steps in and shakes his head, saying, "Nonono! Let US! Let US!" Kenny points to himself and his partner, the also eager Barry.

"Jimmy wants to add an exclamation point to that message…but I think Barry and Kenny want to add a message of their own!" Ben says.

Jimmy lets go of Ulrich, leaving Kenny and Barry to deal with him. Jimmy, Dmitri and Dexter, the christened Brain Trust, leave the ring…

…

…while Barry puts Ulrich in a Standing Headscissors and Kenny starts climbing to the top rope!

"Oh boy! OH BOY! HERE IT COMES!" Cris giddily says.

"As if they haven't picked up the scraps enough!" Al yells.

Kenny reaches the top rope…and Barry puts Ulrich in Palmer Bomb position…allowing Kenny to grab Stern's head…

…

…and the Twinleaves nail the Pokémonstrosity!

"POKÉMONSTROSITY SCORES!" Ben exclaims.

"This whole thing started out awesome, and it's ended up HAWESOME!" Cris declares.

"Damn vultures…" Al shakes his head.

Barry and Kenny stand tall in the ring, the only ones standing as the Cereal Killers are still down and the X-Factors are down as well…and Kenny crouches into an HBK-like pose, while Barry raises his arms over his head. Kenny exclaims, "HAWESOMESAUCEEEEEEEEEEES!" at the top of his lungs, drawing a loud and massive level of boos for the Twinleaves.

"Barry and Kenny owe Neutron and his buddies with an assist for this…and unfortunately, Cris is right—the Rookie Revolution DOES, in fact, stick together…" Al scowls.

"Don't hate!" Ben laughs.

"So, Kenny and Barry stand tall, Jimmy Neutron sends a message… Ben? You ready to make this an RR sweep of goodness and greatness?" Cris asks.

"Actually, I'm about to head backstage and get dressed for exactly that," Ben says. "I wish I could call the rest of the show with you guys, but, you know…duty calls. Hopefully you learned enough from me in the last hour and a half to put together some great commentary for the main event and the match before that. Right?"

"Most certainly, Champ! Thank you for your generous contribution tonight!" Cris says. "Gwen knows what we would've done without ya!"

"Heheh…yeah…" Ben responds. "Anyway, I'll see you guys later." Ben removes his headset and leaves up the entrance ramp, stepping over Trix Rabbit on the way there. The Twinleaves leave the ring behind Ben as well, the latter patting Barry and Kenny on their backs on the way backstage.

"…Good riddance…" Al grumbles. "It is my SINCEREST hope that tonight I'll get to call Ben Tennyson getting Gored tonight by Wolf Hawkfield in our main event matchup of the evening…"

"Not gonna happen!" Cris cuts in.

"But before that, we have one more match, and it's Ozone 37 winner versus Nevermore near-winner—Tommy Pickles versus Don Flamenco! The All Grown Up! character faces the Suave Spaniard who almost became Infinity Champion 12 nights ago. That contest, ladies and gentlemen, is up next."

{Commercial Break}

Back from commercial break, cameras are stationed in the Doc Louis Productions locker room with Doc Louis and his entire clientele.

"So it's official…" Doc Louis says, biting into his chocolate bar. "Pandemonium, Aran Ryan's FIRST-EVER defense of the CCW Universal Championship, the Belt that HE elevated with the PREMIER Jackpot Briefcase cash-in at Nevermore…taking on the man he took that Title from, one Daniel Kuso—did you hear about the hot water he's got himself in?"

Aran tilts his head and chuckles. "I hear there's a lot of money hanging over his head, fella…"

"Two million dollars a lot, to be exact," Doc nods. "But you know, he's got some friends. He's got backup behind him—Digital Generation X! They're keeping the kid's back covered through the wee hours of night. Admirable… So Dan's not going to have to worry about the bounty after all, is he?"

Aran chuckles again, "Guess not—I guess not…"

"Good…" Doc grins. "Let me personally take this time then to say, from the bottom of my heart…if they can all hear me…THANK YOU. Thank you, Takeru Takaishi. Thank you, Kari Kamiya. Thank you, Cody Hida. Thank you, Yolei Inoue. And thank you, Henry Wong. Thank EACH and EVERY one of you for keeping Dan Kuso safe, sound, and healthy…and I hope that you can continue to do that for the next 16 days. Make sure he gets plenty of food and water; make sure that he takes his vitamins; make sure he gets at least ten hours of sleep a night; make sure that he takes regular showers and that he doesn't even run out of toilet paper. And make sure that Dan Kuso is FOCUSED…because it will be my boy Aran Ryan's pleasure to have a 100% sound in mind, body and spirit Dan Kuso at Pandemonium in his first Title defense…and beat Dan Kuso in Chicago YET…AGAIN."

The live crowd boos for this assertion as Doc Louis grins and Aran Ryan beats his chest and hollers at the top of his lungs.

"Because once that happens…there will BE no dispute about my Irish gem, the Celtic Clubber as the GREATEST of the Secondary Champions…or better…the Secondary WORLD Champion…" Doc says.

Aran looks at the Universal Championship in his hands…and smiles, raising it over his head as Doc dubs him with this name.

"Now, Aran…on a different subject…" Doc says, "I had a question to ask you. Give me your HONEST answer… Do you Believe?"

Aran raises an eyebrow as Doc poses this question to him. "…Do I Believe?" Aran repeats. "Heh… Believe in what? What am I supposed to believe in: lousy kindergarteners?"

Doc chuckles. "Aran baby, let me tell you something… Before this Combine Cup started, I told EVERYBODY, I told EVERY TEAM INVOLVED in the tournament…that whosoever takes home that Combine Cup Trophy was signing their name for an ass-whooping like none other at Pandemonium. I said that whoever wins wouldn't have a shot in HELL at toppling my Forces of Nature. And no matter what I've said, no matter what Soda Pop and Bald Bull have DONE…those two little boys STILL want to tell the world to BELIEVE in them. And those people that they're telling to believe are INDULGING these outcries like a flock of geese." Doc frowns…and then shakes his head. "No more. No more… No more 'Believing' in those Dragon Kids. The 'Believing' ENDS next week, because next week, young little Max and young little Enrique are going to be in a match…but not just ANY kind of match…"

"What kind of match, Doc?" Aran inquires.

Doc bites into his chocolate bar. "…A HANDICAP Match…" Doc answers.

Aran hears this and grins from beyond ear to ear, laughing out loud. "Oh-ho-ho! You're turning ALL OF US loose on those kids? Hahaha! I hope Soda and Bull have no problem sharing because I just might lose myself and hog up all o' their blood with my fists and shillelagh! Hahahahaha!"

"No, no… Aran, you misunderstood me," Doc states. "See…it's not going to be the Dragon Kids against you and the Forces…because the DRAGON KIDS are going to have the man advantage in that Handicap Match."

"Eh?" Aran scratches his head.

"You heard me," Doc nods. "It's going to be BOTH of the Dragon Kids, in the ring at the same time, able to double-team, not having to tag in and out whatsoever…against ONE MEMBER of the Forces of Nature…the Russian Giant…the man who's TALLER than both of the Dragon Kids combined…the man who's HEAVIER than both of the Dragon Kids combined… It's Max and Enrique versus Soda Popinski…alone."

Aran wears a now unreadable expression on his face, though Doc can tell he comprehends. Doc continues, "Think about this, Aran baby… What chances do the Dragon Kids have against BOTH of the Forces of Nature…when they won't even be able to beat ONE of the Forces of Nature? THAT is why I say that the Believing ends next week, because after what Soda Popinski does, after he MANHANDLES those two Hispanic half-pints…NO ONE will be able to even STOMACH believing in those two soon-to-be corpses."

Aran slowly nods as these words begin to sink into his brain. "I see… Heheheh… It's brilliant, Doc…" Aran then smacks himself in the head. "Brilliant!"

"Haha… I know," Doc agrees, biting into his chocolate bar. "And it's going to be a true Two-on-One the whole way. They'll be able to fight under Tornado Rules! I'm going to give Max and Enrique all of the rope they need…all of the rope they need to hang themselves, just like they hung themselves when they won that Combine Cup in the first place. I promise you, I promise the WORLD, that on Ozone 39, everybody is going to see beyond a SHADOW of a doubt that when it comes to the Dragon Kids versus Forces of Nature, it's not a matter of 'belief'… It's a matter of FACT. And the fact is, the Dragon Kids…are fighting a losing battle."

Doc chuckles as he finishes his chocolate bar, throwing the wrapper in the nearby trash bin while Aran Ryan sits back in his chair in the locker room, relaxing as he prepares to watch the rest of the show.

{Commercial Break}

("Realeza" by Mariachi Real de Mexico plays)

"A very clear message from Doc Louis there—not only regarding Dan Kuso and the Universal Championship contest with Aran Ryan but also the Dragon Kids…and I believe a challenge has been issued for next week!" Al says.

"Dragon Kids versus Soda Popinski, two-on-one? Well, I know who I'M betting on! Next week, Doc Louis is right – the Believing bandwagon of those two PBS small fries ends for good!" Cris comments. "We ALL should know that those kids can't beat Soda and Bull both. Now we're going to see that they can't even handle ONE of them!"

Don Flamenco makes his way down to the ring, a rose in his mouth as he spreads his arms and flaps them in front of his face, the flag of Spain dropping over the 'Tron behind him as he enters. Don wears a smarmy grin on his face, the crowd receiving him with boos as he appears.

"This is the penultimate match of Ozone 38, and it is scheduled for one fall!" Blader DJ says as the bell rings. "Introducing first, from Madrid, Spain, weighing 239 pounds, Don Flamenco!"

"At CCW Nevermore, Don Flamenco came within a fraction of defeating Liu Kang for the Infinity Championship, using his genetically recreated clone of Princess Kitana, El Hija de Edenia, to try and get inside Liu Kang's head," Al says. "Liu Kang did yield a fall by disqualification, but the Shaolin would of course retain his gold. Now Don Flamenco looks to get on a winning track tonight with a victory over a rising star in Tommy Pickles, who's coming off of some interesting affairs in Total Championship Wrestling as of late."

"They haven't released Tommy yet? Hmph…guess Christian Din didn't get my emails—I keep insisting that the kid's not worth it, but I guess Din just wants to give Pickles a free space for him to fail in," Cris remarks.

"Didn't you RR guys disassociate yourselves with Christian Din…or the other way around, even?" Al asks.

"We did, but that was Cris Collinsworth the commentator and Fiction Wrestling aficionado emailing Din, not Cris Collinsworth the Voice of the RR," Cris says. "It was strictly a business email. Just because I send business emails doesn't mean I like the people I send them to. You should know from the emails I send you regularly, Al."

"Right," Al rolls his eyes and sighs. "…At least Ben's gone so I can focus all of my energies on calling this match right here."

[The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes

Looking hard but won't realize

That they'll never see the P! ]

("Can't C Me" by Tupac plays)

Tommy Pickles comes down to the ring wearing a pair of black sunglasses with purple rims, a confident smirk on his face as he slowly raises both of his open hands, pointer fingers curled as he showcases his awesomeness to the crowd. The fans give him a mixed, but mostly positive, reaction as Tommy walks down the ring and puts his sunglasses on a young eight-month-old child in the front row before running up the steel steps and entering the ring.

"And his opponent," says Blader DJ, "fighting out of Los Angeles, California, weighing 232 pounds, Tommy Pickles!"

"Last week, Tommy Pickles defeated Brad Carbunkle via Backslide in a competitive and impressive opening contest on Ozone 37; now, tonight he looks to keep up the momentum against Don Flamenco who proved himself as a very adept competitor at Nevermore—he earned the Infinity Champion's COMPETITIVE respect in the least," Al says.

"Because that's SO valuable coming from Liu Kang…" Cris scoffs.

"Tommy, as we mentioned before, coming off of TCW affairs, defeated Jesse Alvarez at the TCW-PCUW Supershow Night Two," Al mentions. "He's in the middle of a war between those two companies right now, in fact, but tonight it's not about company warfare. Tonight, it's about picking up a big win here in a CCW ring."

"Which will NOT happen tonight—in fact, I'm calling it: Don Flamenco wins in five minutes," Cris predicts. "Maybe even LESS than that. Just think – we could have seen Brad Carbunkle on this show, but NO, we just HAVE TO have Tommy here! Yay…"

"Well, regardless, these fans sure seem happy to see Tommy wrestling—I think that win over Bradley really opened a lot of eyes; more and more people are taking to the videographer and former Rugrat of Nick fame," Al says.

The bell sounds as Tommy and Don circle one another. Tommy takes Don in a Rear Waist Lock, using his agility early on. Tommy brings Don down with a Rear Waist Lock Takedown and controls Don's back early. Don sits on his posterior and grabs at Tommy's wrist, transferring into a Wrist Lock on the mat. With Tommy prone, Don hangs onto Tommy's arm…but Tommy forward rolls and turns it into a Wrist Lock of his own. Tommy Irish Whips Don into the ropes and goes for a Dropkick, but Don hangs onto the ropes. Don tries to pursue Tommy off of the missed Dropkick…but Tommy snaps right back up and Dropkicks Don in the face! The crowd pops as Don moves into a corner and Tommy delivers three left hands to the face and then three Knife Edge Chops…before Don fires with a Leg Kick to Tommy's left thigh. Don kicks his way out of the corner before hitting a European Uppercut, bringing Tommy to a knee. Don goes for a Suplex…

…

…but Tommy blocks it and breaks free, hitting Don with a Body Slam! Tommy hits the ropes, and Don ducks under. Tommy rebounds off of the opposite ropes…

…

…and Flamenco hits Tommy with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Don smirks and adds to his offense with a hard Slap across Tommy's face!

"OHHH! Yeah, THAT'S going to hurt!" Cris laughs. "Don Flamenco, the good-looking Spanish ladies man, ruining his OPPONENT'S good looks!"

Don hits the ropes himself…

…

…and goes for a Clothesline, but Tommy Pickles ducks it and delivers a Spin-Out Powerbomb! The crowd pops as Tommy crouches down…and slaps Don Flamenco in the face himself as Don is on his back!

"OH MAN! Tit for tat, pudding for fat!" Al quips. "Tommy returning the favor from the earlier slap!"

Tommy grins…holds his open hand up over his head…and signals to Don, "You can't see me!" The crowd says it too as Tommy hits the ropes…

…

…and Tommy delivers the Five-Knuckle Shuffle!

"And the Five-Knuckle Shuffle connects!" Al calls.

"Ugh… CUCK FENA!" Cris exclaims in disgust.

"Tommy Pickles ROLLING through here—he might be able to close the book on this early!" Al says as Tommy measures Don Flamenco, waiting for him to get to his feet.

…

Tommy puts Don in a Fireman's Carry, looking for the Photo Finish…

…

…but Don Flamenco manages to escape Tommy's clutches and roll to the outside!

"Looking for the Photo Finish, but Flamenco wise enough to escape and take a powder on the outside," Al calls.

"Flamenco may've been caught a little off-guard—much like Carbunkle was last week against this guy…" Cris says. "I'm sure that in a few moments though, things will fall back into place and Flamenco will achieve the upper hand…I hope!"

Flamenco, frustrated, takes a walk around the ring with hands on his hips, pondering a change in strategy as Tommy Pickles taunts inside the ring. Don scowls at Tommy's antics before going to the apron…

…

…and dropping back down, refusing to return to the squared circle.

"Don taking his time…" Cris says as referee Jim Kawaguchi tries to tell Don to return to the ring to continue the match, not liking Don's stalling.

Don goes back to the apron…

…

…and Tommy pursues him, but Don leaves the apron and goes to the outside once again, drawing loud boos. Tommy frowns as the referee tries to order Don to reenter the ring as the crowd is getting restless…

…

…but then, Brad Carbunkle runs into the ring from the crowd and, from behind Tommy, K-Owns him in the back of the head!

"WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT THE HE—BRAD CARBUNKLE!" Al exclaims as the crowd boos even louder.

"THE FUTURE'S HERE!" Cris shouts.

"THE FUTURE JUST K-OWNED TOMMY PICKLES AND REFEREE JIM KAWAGUCHI DIDN'T SEE A BIT OF IT!" Al yells. "Brad's BITTERNESS over Tommy getting a match tonight and not HIM just took over the man! Come on!"

"Brad wasn't going to just sit back and let Tommy get his one-on-one match without a hitch!" says Cris.

"And now look at Don Flamenco—NOW he's MORE THAN happy to get back in the ring; OF COURSE!" Al rolls his eyes.

Don Flamenco rolls back inside the ring while Brad Carbunkle is outside of the ring hiding behind the ring apron across the squared circle. Tommy Pickles is unmoving in the ring and the referee Jim Kawaguchi is bewildered by Tommy's condition. Don looks at his downed foe…shrugs…picks him up over his shoulder…

…

…and hits the Reumatismo!

"Reumatismo Backbreaker!" Al calls.

"I DID say Don would win in five minutes; we're about three minutes in, and it looks like…"

Don covers Tommy, and the referee reluctantly counts 1…

"…check…"

2…

"…and…"

…

…3! The bell rings as more boos ensue and "Realeza" plays.

"…mate!" Cris calls. "Checkmate! I was right!"

"Don Flamenco wins thanks to a sour Brad Carbunkle," Al says.

"Here is your winner, Don Flamenco!" Blader DJ announces as Don demands that he has his hand raised. Referee Jim Kawaguchi obliges, and slowly Brad emerges from his hiding space…

…

…and enters the ring and K-Owns Don Flamenco!

"I can't believe—OH MY GOSH!" Al gasps. "BRAD…! NOW he just K-Owned Don Flamenco!"

"Okay, THAT I don't know how to explain," Cris says.

"Don Flamenco was getting declared this match's winner, and the same man who practically handed him the victory just knocked him out in one blow!" Al says.

Brad sneers at the downed Don Flamenco…

…

…before covering him and hooking a leg, screaming at the referee to "COUNT!"

"Now what—now Brad's telling Kawaguchi to count…?! Count what?! There's no match going on here!" says Al in confusion.

As referee Jim Kawaguchi communicates this to Brad, Carbunkle gets up and screams in the official's face, "COUNT FOR ME OR I'LL K-OWN YOUR ASS AS WELL! DO IT!" Brad brandishes his elbow in front of the ref, intimidating him into obedience. Brad covers Don Flamenco once again…

…

…and the referee counts 1…

"Check…"

2…

"…and…"

…3!

"…mate," Cris commentates the "fall".

"That wasn't even an actual match!" Al says.

"To Brad Carbunkle, it is," Cris says. "It's the closest he's got to an actual match, anyway…which is a damn shame if you ask me…"

Brad then yells for the referee to raise his hand, though referee Jim Kawaguchi is hesitant…and Brad cocks his elbow once again, forcing Jim to oblige and raise Brad's hand in "victory". Brad then leaves the ring and goes to the timekeeper's desk where he quickly snatches a microphone. Brad shouts, "Here…is the winner…of the match…that YOU PEOPLE…SHOULD HAVE PAID TO SEE IN THE FIRST PLACE…'THE…FUTURE…' BRAD…CARBUNKLE!" Brad throws his mic back down at the timekeeper Mickey MacElroy and raises his arm over his head, soaking in a massive amount of boos.

"Brad Carbunkle completely commandeering Tommy's match, and then…making a 'match' of his own—"

"It's the match Brad SHOULD HAVE HAD in the first place!" Cris asserts, cutting Al off. "Brad Carbunkle was forced to sit on the sidelines while Tommy got to compete, and if you think the Future was going to let that slide, you have another thing coming, morons! Brad Carbunkle was and is a pissed-off young man tonight…but in his mind, he's walking away with a victory, and that's what matters."

"It won't even be recorded in any record books…" Al says. "That wasn't sanctioned or anything!"

"Point is, Brad wins and Tommy loses! Just the way it should be!" Cris remarks.

Tommy Pickles slowly comes to inside the ring, teeth gritted and a livid look adorning his face while Brad Carbunkle backs up the ramp, proud of himself.

Backstage, Wolf Hawkfield is in his ring gear, almost done warming up with a few last-minute arm curls.

"Speaking of losers!" Cris says.

"It's the Canadian Badass… Kicking off the show, Wolf Hawkfield wanted Ben Tennyson; tonight, in our Ozone main event, he will GET Ben Tennyson," Al says. "Ben avoided the Gore at Nevermore; will he be so fortunate tonight? Your answer is coming up in our main attraction…NEXT!"

A throng of young teenage men and women are shown having a house party, dancing in various rooms in the home as music is playing at blaringly loud levels. A boy and a girl are even seen making out in the corner of one of the rooms. As everyone is having fun, suddenly there is a knocking at the door, followed by a doorbell ringing.

"I got it!" one of the males (presumably said party's host) says.

The young man ambles to the door five seconds later, opening it…

"Hey! Welcome to the pa…rty…?"

…and seeing Zoe Payne. The young man's eyes widen almost to astronomical levels as he tries to contain his fear. Zoe simply looks at the kid, no pity evident in her eyes whatsoever.

"…Party's over."

After saying these words, Zoe grabs the kid and Biel Throws him out of the house! Then she enters the building…and hits a Clothesline to an unsuspecting partier holding a beer, dropping him onto his neck! Soon the entire party becomes aware of the SSX Demon's presence, and Zoe proceeds to wreak complete havoc! Zoe scores with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex to a female partier through a table! Then she grabs a potted plant and SMASHES it across the skull of another male, splitting him open! The music continues playing as Zoe delivers this party-wide beatdown! Mass hysteria takes over the occasion, everyone running for dear life but no one having any luck. Zoe grabs a partying girl…and Alabama Slams her directly into the house's sound system, causing the party music to change…

…to "Falling Thru the Sky" by Reliance! As this new music plays on, Zoe continues her rampage, delivering a Spinning Back Fist to one boy, a Take a Nap to another boy, and a German Suplex to a girl that sends her right through a wall! Then Zoe takes a girl and drags her on her belly across a snack table, sliding her down the line all the way to the end!

[Backs against the wall

Down inside]

Bedlam…

Zoe Spears an unaware young boy as he's sitting in a folding chair! Then she throws a girl's head straight through a flat-screen TV!

[I watch you run with no place to hide]

Uproar…

Zoe picks up a lamp and whacks another male across the spine with it!

Anarchy…

Zoe has the Payne-Killer applied to a defenseless girl, wrenching so far back she nearly tears the innocent one in half!

[I see the fire burning in your eyes]

Zoe then throws a male partier straight through the window!

Tumult, confusion, and disorder…

Zoe gives a female partier an OUCH Effect directly onto an ottoman!

The definition…

[I'm reaching thru the flames as you're falling thru the sky]

Zoe hits a flurry of partiers in succession with a multitude of TANs, the camera flashing from one to another to another at breakneck speed!

…of Pandemonium…

CCW Pandemonium – Live from the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois only on PPV! You have been warned…

Zoe clocks an unsuspecting male with a fist across the forehead, knocking him down and out. Then, Zoe rears her head towards the camera…

…and she Roundhouse Kicks the camera and its holder, resulting in the feed cutting to white noise! And thusly…it ends…

"CCW Pandemonium, again, in sixteen nights in Chicago, Illinois at the Allstate Arena," Al Michaels says. "We know some of the matches on our card for the PPV—the Dragon Kids, CCW Combine Cup Winners, will take on the Forces of Nature for the CCW World Tag Team Championship, and during the commercial break, it was confirmed that, next week on Ozone 39, Max and Enrique will face Soda Popinski in a Two-on-One Handicap Match! No tags required, both of the Dragon Kids legal at the same time…but they'll be up against a man who is taller and heavier than both of the kids COMBINED."

"Doc Louis said that next week, no one will even STOMACH Believing in the Dragon Kids," Cris says. "I say that the Believing bandwagon is going to get run over by an eighteen-wheeler—a Putin-endorsed eighteen-wheeler! Can't wait to see those kids get thrown around by one man."

"And also set for Pandemonium, the CCW Females Championship will be defended as well as current Champion Gwen Tennyson…will face both Aelita and Jenny Wakeman in a Triple Threat Match, one fall to a finish for the gold, and after XX 18's events, now more than ever, Gwen's opponents want to make sure that the Alpha Bitch DOESN'T get her way like she did at the expenses of our Commissioner James Gordon and Jonathan Ellis our commentator," Al says. "And speaking of Jonathan, to give you all a quick update on his condition right now, he IS stable… He's not mobile; he's still bedridden, but he is in stable condition and breathing and alive and we are very, very thankful for that and we wish him the speediest of recoveries most certainly—Jeremy with him as well, making sure that his brother is okay. Hopefully we'll see the twins back on CCW programming soon."

"Our thoughts and prayers do go out to Jonathan, our own Gemini Genius," Cris nods in respect.

…

[I…

I need you to hear this loud and clear

The line in the sand is drawn and I have no fear

When I see red, all I need is a reason to set me off

To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground

'Cause I'm a badass!

And you don't wanna clash

'Cause your mouth's writing checks that your face can't cash!

'Cause I'm a badass!

And this warning's your last!

Just cross my path and I'll drop you fast!

'Cause I'm a badass!

…A badass!

…

…'Cause I'm a badass!

…

…A badass!

…

A badass!]

("Badass" by Saliva plays)

For the second time in the evening, the lights go Maple Leaf red as Wolf Hawkfield, determined and ready, makes his way down to the ring, pointing to nearby fans and then pointing to the ring, signaling that he's about to make it his own territory. The Canadian then smacks his thigh as he stands onstage, crouches down…and moves his fists across his body as a machinegun, trigging white jets of pyro behind him, a Canadian effect with the red lighting evident…and then, with one forward thrust, a HUGE white blast goes off!

The bell rings as the crowd is electric, some of the fans holding up signs that read, "GORE! GORE! GORE!" and "BEWARE OF THE WOLF".

"This match is your CCW Ozone 38 main event of the evening!" Blader DJ declares. "It is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing 295 pounds, Wolf Hawkfield!"

"Wolf's been waiting all night, chomping at the BIT to get Ben Tennyson in the ring with him, and tonight he is getting his wish," says Al. "Ever since narrowly losing at Nevermore to the Tenth Wonder, he has been even hungrier than ever to prove himself as a top dog here in CCW, and he's made that Canadian Badass moniker really stick to him, and he's proven it week after week—last week, he even wanted to compete TWICE in one night!"

"Yeah, and where'd THAT land him?" Cris derisively asks. "You say he's been chomping at the bit; I say he's bitten off more than he can chew here. Our Champion's had his number since even BEFORE Nevermore and he hasn't let go of it since. Expect the Best in the Universe to shine right here."

"You may think so, but as I've already stated, Wolf has been looking forward to this and NOTHING BUT this all evening long while Ben Ten's been lounging here and stuffing his face with junk food and beer," Al says. "There is no doubt in my mind that Hawkfield is mentally prepared for this!"

"But so is our Magnus Champion of the World!" Cris insists.

Wolf Hawkfield stands in a corner of the ring, raising both arms and roaring to the skies as he looks up the ramp and waits for his opponent…

…

[I'm just a step away

I'm just a breath away

Losing my faith today

(Falling off the edge today)

I am just a man

Not superhuman

(I'm not superhuman)

Someone save me from the hate

It's just another war…

Just another family torn

(Falling from my faith today)

Just a step from the edge…

Just another day in the world we live

I need a heeeeeroooo to save me now

I need a hero

(Save me now!)

I need a heeeeeroooo to save my life

A hero will save me (just in time)]

("Hero" by Skillet plays)

Thunderous boos engulf the Verizon® Arena as Ben Tennyson, now in his own ring gear, saunters onto the stage with Magnus Championship around his waist. Ben throws up a Legend Killer pose as green pyrotechnic rain flows behind him, the Tenth Wonder soaking it in and then walking down the ramp wearing his signature arrogant grin. Ben points to his Omnitrix and says, "NOW it's Hero Time!"

"And his opponent," Blader DJ says over the incessant booing, "from Bellwood, Illinois, weighing 238 pounds, he is the self-professed Best in the Universe and the current CCW Magnus Champion, 'The Tenth Wonder' Ben Tennyson!"

"After giving us his ALL on commentary, Ben Ten is READY for WRESTLING action tonight on Ozone 38!" Cris says.

"Yeah, he gave us his all—and it GAVE US ALL HEADACHES," Al states. "Well, except for his favorite sycophant in you, but other than that he's been nothing useful in the way of analysis and broadcasting. Now he faces Wolf Hawkfield in a match he's shrugged off for the entire evening like he's got it in the bag!"

"He DOES have it in the bag! He's the Best in the Universe!" Cris asserts.

"And we have yet to know STILL who Ben Tennyson is going to name as his opponent at Pandemonium," Al says. "But we do know that the person will NOT be Wolf Hawkfield, which of course has ANGERED the CCW faithful and, most of all, Hawkfield himself. But that isn't going to stop Wolf from making sure Ben leaves in two pieces, split in half by the Gore, Gore, Gore…"

Ben Tennyson, inside the ring, poses on the middle rope in a corner, raising his CCW Magnus Championship in his right hand and checking his own reflection in the prize.

…

But then his music stops…and Blader DJ checks his microphone.

"Whoa, hang on! Hang on, guys! May I have your attention? …May I have your attention please?" Blader DJ tries to get the attention of the building.

Ben looks at Blader DJ and asks, "What is it?" peeved about his entrance being cut short as Ben dismounts from the turnbuckle.

"What could be so important that Ben Tennyson has to cut his entrance down?" Cris complains.

"Ladies and gentlemen…I have just received word…" Blader DJ begins, "…

"…

"…that this match…is for the CCW Magnus Championship!"

"WHAAAAT?!" Cris shrieks.

The crowd EXPLODES into cheers as Wolf Hawkfield's expression turns from feral and focused…to ferocious, fired up, and happy as ever! Ben Ten's expression, though, is the exact opposite! Ben's eyes nearly pop out of his head as his mouth is agape as he stares at Blader DJ, not believing what he's heard!

"THAT'S WHAT WAS SO IMPORTANT, CRIS! THAT'S WHAT! THE CCW MAGNUS CHAMPIONSHIP IS NOW ON THE LINE!" Al exclaims. "REMEMBER GORDON'S EDICT TWO WEEKS AGO: THAT TITLE IS ON CALL SO LONG AS BEN IS REPRESENTING CCW, AND TONIGHT THAT IS BEING ENFORCED! AND JUST LOOK AT OUR CHAMPION SQUIRM!"

As the referee is trying to take Ben's Title from his hand, Ben snaps at him, keeping the Belt in his hands and angrily shouting obscenity after obscenity at Kenny Cashew, raging immensely over the CCW Magnus Championship being at stake in this Ozone main event!

"GORDON'S NOT EVEN HERE! HELL, GORDON'S NOT EVEN CONSCIOUS! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?! HOW IS THIS ALLOWED?!" Cris protests.

"GORDON MADE THIS MATCH BEFORE XX 18, BEFORE WHAT GWEN DID TO HIM! HE PLANNED IT IN ADVANCE, AND IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME IF HE PLANNED THIS TO BE A TITLE DEFENSE IN ADVANCE AS WELL!" Al says.

"BUT BEN DOESN'T EVEN GET TO KNOW ABOUT IT UNTIL NOW?!" Cris shouts.

"GORDON WARNED THAT HE MIGHT NOT GET NOTICE UNTIL RIGHT BEFORE THE BELL!" Al reminds Cris.

Eventually, after much tugging and pulling, Ben coughs up the Magnus Title to referee Kenny Cashew, who holds it above his head to signify what is being contested for in this match, and Wolf Hawkfield stomps on the canvas menacingly to get the Little Rock fans as amped up as he is!

"AND IF WOLF HAWKFIELD WAS READY BEFORE, HE'S CONSUMED RIGHT NOW! HE IS GOING TO STOP AT NOTHING TO GORE TENNYSON—AND HERE WE GO!" Al announces as the bell sounds to start the match!

"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING—BEEEEEEEN!" Cris cries…

…as Wolf Hawkfield runs into Ben Ten with a wicked Clothesline! Ben gets up and walks into a Back Elbow to the face, then stands and gets picked up and rammed into a corner back-first! Wolf drives his shoulder into the solar plexus of Ben Tennyson hard one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, EIGHT times! Wolf backs up, grabbing Ben's wrist and Hammer Throwing him into the opposite corner…right into a Back Body Drop by the Canadian that sends Ben WAY UP into the lights!

"OHHHHHH! BEN MAY LOSE HIS DINNER IN THE RING AFTER THAT LANDING!" Al exclaims.

"HIS DINNER'S THE LEAST OF HIS PROBLEMS—WHAT ABOUT THE MAGNUS CHAMPIONSHIP?!" Cris screams.

"I thought your Champion was 'PREPARED', Cris!" Al states.

"Oh, stop it! He WAS—I mean, he IS prepared! He's prepared for a match with Wolf Hawkfield, not a TITLE MATCH with Wolf Hawkfield! That was never supposed to happen—WOLF'S NOT GETTING A TITLE SHOT IN CHICAGO! BEN MADE THAT CLEAR!" Cris exclaims.

"WELL, HE'S GETTING IT RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!" Al says.

Ben tries to roll out of the ring…but Wolf grabs him by the legs, keeping Ben underneath the bottom rope. Ben tries to escape Wolf's grip…

…

…but he falls victim to a Decavitator! Ben clutches his throat and coughs profusely as Wolf Hawkfield picks the Champion up…and holds him over his head in a Vertical Suplex…

…

…and holds him…

…

…and holds him…

…

…and STILL holds him…

…

…and the crowd gets more and more supportive of the Canadian Badass as, after 30 seconds, Wolf FINALLY puts Ben Tennyson down!

"MY GOD, THE STRENGTH!" Al exclaims.

"YOUR GWEN, AND GAAAAHH!" Cris panics. "This is NOT going well at ALL! Ben, you've gotta do something! I believe in you! You're my HERO!"

Ben, aching back and all, tries to roll out of the ring again, but Wolf grabs him by the ankle to keep him from getting away. Ben grabs at the ring apron edge, desperate to escape…

…

…and with one big Up-Kick, Ben manages to roll out of the ring, free from Wolf's clutches for the moment being. Ben then runs to where his CCW Magnus Championship Belt is, and he picks it up from the timekeeper's area and proceeds to exit through the crowd!

"WHOAWHOAWHOAWHOAWHOAWHOAWHOA! BEN'S TRYING TO SKEDADDLE ON OUT OF HERE!" Al exclaims as the crowd jeers and gasps and boos!

"RUN, BEN! RUN! RUUUN!" Cris encourages.

Wolf Hawkfield, however, is having none of it! Wolf vaults over the top rope to the apron, then hops to ringside, and then runs after Ben Tennyson, grabbing him by the tights as Ben is trying to jump the barricade and leave through the crowd! Ben tries to squiggle out of Wolf's hands, but to no avail. Wolf pulls Ben back towards him…keeping him perched partially on the security wall…

…

…and then Wolf places Ben on the wall with both of his feet planted on the edge…and Wolf Hawkfield HURLS Ben Ten from the barricade smack-dab onto Al and Cris's announce table!

"OH MY GO—OH MY GOODNESS, BEN TEN JUST SPLATTERED RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!" Al exclaims.

"BEEEEEEN! SPEAK TO US, MAN!" Cris begs as he communicates to Ben laying on the announce table, which stands FAST upon Ben's impact!

Ben drops his gold on the way onto the announce table, and Wolf makes his way back to ringside with the entire building chanting his name: "WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!" Wolf turns Ben over to a prone position on the announce table and delivers a multitude of Facebusters directly onto the announce table, smacking Ben's nose right into the wood over and over!

"GAH! YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO THE FACE OF THE COMPANY!" Cris screeches.

"Oh, he's DOING it! And he's enjoying every second!" Al exclaims.

Wolf then grabs Ben in an Inverted Front Slam position, picking Ben up off of the table whole…carrying him across ringside…

…

…and ramming him gut-first directly into the steel ring post!

"And Ben Tennyson is CERTAINLY regretting not taking this contest with sincerity and gravity!" Al says.

Ben crumbles in Wolf's hands…and Wolf transitions Ben from there into an Oklahoma position…running across ringside and delivering a Running Powerslam on the ringside floor! Wolf Hawkfield stands near the barricade and roars with his back to the crowd, fans patting him on the back and cheering on the Virtua Powerhouse! Ben is barely able to even struggle to his feet as Wolf Hawkfield grabs Ben by his legs…pulling Ben up onto his shoulders from the Prawn Hold…

"The power and core strength of Wolf Hawkfield…"

…

…and Powerbombing Ben onto the ring apron, holding onto Ben's body after doing so!

"…never ceasing to AMAZE—OH MY!" Al shouts in awe. "Ben Tennyson SPINE rattling off of the apron, and back into the ring he goes! NOW Wolf Hawkfield can possibly win himself the Magnus Championship, for pins and submissions count inside the ring!"

With Ben Tennyson supine and motionless, Wolf Hawkfield climbs to the top rope, the fans firmly behind him, chanting "WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!" even louder. Wolf beats his chest twice as he makes it to the top turnbuckle and leaps…

…

…and…Hawkfield delivers the Frog Splash!

"295-POUND FROG SPLASH!" Al calls.

Wolf Hawkfield stands up and snarls, his eyes crazed and his teeth gritted as the Canadian Badass senses that he is closing in on the Magnus Championship of the World. The fans sense it too…and as Ben is stirring extremely slowly…Wolf measures him in the line of fire.

"Oh no… OH NO… OH NO… OH NOOOOO!" Cris hollers in fear.

"The Tenth Reich may be about to come to an end! BEN TENNYSON, THE TENTH WONDER OF THE WORLD, COULD BE ABOUT TO SEE HIS HOLD OVER CCW COME CRASHING STRAIGHT DOWN!" Al says.

Wolf is crouched down in the corner…as Ben fights to a vertical base, barely…

"THE LAST TIME BEN WAS DEFENDING THE CCW MAGNUS CHAMPIONSHIP ON OZONE, IT WAS FIVE DAYS AFTER ENMITY AND HE LOST IT! IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN! WOLF HAWKFIELD'S MEASURING…!" Al screams.

…

Ben pulls himself together…

…

…and he stands up…

…

…and Wolf Hawkfield…MISSES the Gore as Ben, at the VERY last second, is able to duck down, causing Wolf's momentum to take him directly into the steel ring post shoulder-first!

"GOOO—NOOOOOO!" Al cuts himself off.

"THANK GWEN! THANK GWEN! OH, THANK GWEN A THOUSAND TIMES!" Cris exclaims.

"Ben Tennyson, by the very skin of his teeth, avoids the Gore of Hawkfield, and Wolf Hawkfield's right shoulder just MASSACRED by that ring post!" Al says.

Ben Tennyson rolls slowly away as Wolf is still grimacing in pain in the corner. Ben starts to stand up, having to use his hands and his feet to support himself after the initial onslaught from Hawkfield. Ben gets to a standing position…grabbing Wolf out of the corner…pulling back…

…

…and tossing Wolf into the steel ring post shoulder-first a SECOND time!

"And AGAIN into the steel!" Al calls. "And AGAIN to the shoulder! Ben Tennyson may've found his key to turning the tide of things in this impromptu CCW Magnus Championship Match!"

"TOLD YOU!" Cris smiles.

"Ben's in a lot of pain, but now so is Hawkfield! We have one final commercial break, and then we will return – it's Tennyson and Hawkfield for the Magnus Title!" Al says as Ozone goes to its last commercial break.

{Commercial Break}

Tomorrow on CCW Double X…

The CCW Females Champion Gwen Tennyson is officially out of control…and with an ironclad contract to her name, she is officially here to stay…

But with two new challengers to her CCW Females Championship crown, what will happen when the Alpha Bitch, the Teenage Robot and the Lyoko Princess collide?

Plus…

Emmy starts climbing to the top rope, Arya in prime position for Emmy's top-rope maneuver of her choosing. The Dragon Girl is slow to get to the top rope, the affects of everything showing now more than ever…

…but she finally makes it…

…and…she suddenly gets her leg grabbed by a brunette in a blue dress and saddle shoes from the apron!

"What the… WHAT THE HELL?!" Al blinks twice as the crowd starts booing this inopportune interference..

The interfering female keeps a hold of Emmy's leg…but Emmy shakes her leg away, shaking the other girl backward…

…

…but a pale, brown-haired 18-year-old cracks Emmy in the now-exposed back of the head with a steel chair!

Emmy becomes limp on the top turnbuckle as the two intruding forces both grab a hold of Emmy, redirecting her from the ring…to the outside.

…

Lucy van Pelt and Bella Swan throw Emmy from the top rope all the way through Jonathan and Jeremy's vacated announce table!

"JESUS CHRIST! JESUS CHRIST! EMMY'S SPLIT IN HALF AND THE DAMN TABLE WITH HER!" Al shrieks.

"BELLA SWAN AND LUCY VAN PELT!" Cris yells.

Then…Zoe Payne drills Emmy with a TAN!

"PAYNE! PAYNE! ZOE PAYNE! TAN BY ZOE PAYNE!" Cris calls happily.

Zoe makes eye contact with Lucy van Pelt and Bella Swan…

…

…and she nods to both of them before looking down at Emmy again…and stepping over her, walking to the barricade and hopping over from whence she came…Lucy and Bella Swan following suit themselves.

"Wait…Zoe…WITH THEM…?" Al says.

Answers are promised regarding Zoe Payne and CCW's two newest acquisitions…

LIVE from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, it's CCW XX 19, live at 10/9c only on The CW!

Back from commercial break, Ben has Wolf in a Wrist Lock on the outside…and he slams Wolf Hawkfield's arm directly onto the steel steps! Wolf winces in agony as Ben pursues Hawkfield from behind…and executes a Hammerlock Back Suplex onto the arena floor!

"Welcome back to CCW Ozone 38—a HUGE CCW Magnus Championship opportunity for Wolf Hawkfield one-on-one tonight against Ben Tennyson!" Al says. "Before the commercial break, up to a certain point, Wolf was making the most of that opportunity and THEN some, and it looked like he was going to STEAMROLL his way to the World Title honor, but…one errant Gore has changed the complexion of things dramatically."

"Ben Tennyson, our Magnus Champion, was NOT going to let Wolf Hawkfield just have his way with him tonight!" Cris says. "He played a little bit of possum—notice I said 'a little bit'—and he waited for Wolf Hawkfield to make a mistake, and that Gore attempt WAS his mistake. And now, Ben is in COMPLETE control as he works on that arm of Wolf Hawkfield."

Ben keeps Wolf in a Hammerlock as Wolf is sitting down…and Ben delivers a Soccer Kick directly to the arm! Wolf yells in pain as his arm is attacked…and Ben applies the Hammerlock a second time to Wolf, kicking the arm a second time! Ben smirks as he spreads Wolf's injured arm out, goes to and stands on the ring apron…and delivers a Diving Knee Drop directly onto the shoulder! Ben stands up as Wolf winces and growls angrily, favoring his arm…and Ben Ten goes over to the vacant announce table next to Al Michaels and Cris Collinsworth—the table at which he sat for most of the night.

"Oh, NOW what is this…?! You've done enough on commentary, thank you!" Al shouts.

Nevertheless, Ben picks up a headset…puts it on and says, "Look at this, ladies and gentlemen! Ben Tennyson, the Magnus Champion of the World, the Best Wrestler in the Universe and SAVIOR OF LIVES, just completely DOMINATING the so-called Canadian Badass! And look at his arm! Look at his arm—it's killing him! He might not be able to sign autographs after the show! Oh, what a pity! Wait…I think he's getting up… What's the Champ doing…? …What's he—"

Ben removes the headset as he sees Wolf starting to get onto all fours, trying to push himself to a vertical base…

…

…and Ben runs from the announce table to Wolf, Spearing him and sending him shoulder-first into the steel steps!

"OHHHH! Ben providing the in-depth commentary and then going RIGHT back on the attack!" Cris says.

"Never a shortage of cockiness on the part of Ben Tennyson," Al says. "Wolf's arm not being helped by this assault…"

Ben positions Wolf against the steel steps and kicks away at Wolf's shoulder repeatedly, bashing it against the stairs as well! Ben grabs Wolf by the head in a Front Facelock and then returns to the ring himself, rolling underneath the bottom rope and pulling Wolf Hawkfield in with him, hanging onto his head and neck. Ben pulls Wolf to the center of the ring in a Front Chancery with all 235 pounds of himself…before tying Wolf's left arm between his feet and holding onto Wolf's right arm…bridging backward with the arm behind his back, executing a Bridging Rings of Saturn submission!

"And how masterful is THIS?!" Cris praises. "Beautiful maneuver by the Magnus Champion! Right on the arm of Hawkfield as well!"

"Wolf's arm at all of the wrong angles here…" Al says. "An impressive hold to put the larger opponent in—Ben Tennyson does have a knowledge of submissions that not many people give him enough credit for, I do have to admit…"

Ben keeps the Bridging Rings of Saturn applied…and Wolf yelps in pain but the referee Kenny Cashew cannot get a submission out of him. Wolf refuses to yield though Ben keeps the submission hold as tightly applied as possible. Wolf tries to get his left arm free from Ben's Key Lock between his legs…while trying to keep his right arm in place and prevent Ben from bending it any further backward and popping it out of its socket. Ben smirks for the camera and keeps the hold cinched in…

…

…but Wolf is able to get his left arm freed…

…

…adjust his body positioning, and turn the hold around, hooking Ben's arms with his right arm and executing a Backslide!

"HE-HEY! Backslide!" Al exclaims. "Wolf broke free!"

The referee counts 1…

2…

…

…Ben kicks out, and as he gets up, Wolf is holding his right arm in visible pain. Ben immediately takes advantage by putting Wolf in a Wrist Lock and transferring it into a Russian Leg Sweep! Ben then covers Wolf: 1…

2…

…

…2.75 Wolf kicks out! Ben shakes his head and stands up over Wolf, standing on the injured arm with one foot and punching Wolf in the face as he does so.

"Almost three—and look at this! He's standing on the injured arm and preventing Wolf from adequately defending himself from these strikes! See, THIS is why he's our guy, Al Michaels! THIS is why he is CCW's Hero!" Cris proclaims.

Ben then performs a Double Foot Stomp directly to the arm, drawing even more winces from Wolf. Ben grabs Wolf by this arm, pulling him towards the ropes and going to the ring apron. Ben keeps hold of Wolf's right arm, applying a Rope-Aided Half Nelson to the arm, applying torque and pressure to the bicep with the ring ropes to add to the discomfort of the maneuver. Referee Kenny Cashew notes the illegality of the hold and demands that Tennyson let go, which he does at 4. Ben grabs Wolf's arm from through the ropes, walks along the ring apron…and he walks all the way to the adjacent apron, pulling Wolf's arm across the steel ring post! Kenny Cashew has to administer another count: 1…2…3…4…4.5 Ben lets go…but not without a Running Knee to the arm, sandwiching it against the post! Ben keeps his knee directly pressed into Wolf's arm for five more seconds before backing away and pushing Wolf back completely inside the ring. Ben remains on the apron and waits for Wolf to stand up again. When the Virtua Fighter veteran stands…

…

…the Tenth Wonder drills him with a Springboard Back Elbow Smash to the jaw!

"Turning in mid-air with the Elbow Smash!" calls Al.

Ben covers Wolf again: 1…

"Check…"

2…

"…and…"

…

…2.79 Wolf gets his shoulder up!

"…ma—COUNT, CASHEW! Do it right, damn it!" Cris snaps at the referee.

"Wolf Hawkfield powers out at 2, keeping his Title hopes alive," Al says. "But Ben's doing a real number on that arm there…and if you take out that arm, you take out the Gore, which is EXACTLY what Ben would like to do, because he knows just how explosive that maneuver can be—he BARELY beat it out to perform the Intergalactic at Nevermore."

Ben picks Wolf up and hits him with a right hand to the face, followed by a left. Ben Irish Whips Wolf into a corner chest-first, using Wolf's weaker arm once again…

…

…and Ben grabs Wolf from behind and gives him a Dragon Suplex! Ben turns around as Wolf tries to stand up after being dropped…and Ben hooks him by the head. Ben picks Wolf up in a Suplex…and drops him face-first with a Gourdbuster! Ben hits the ropes and delivers an Elbow Drop onto Wolf's back, then grabbing Wolf's right arm and using a Fujiwara Armbar!

"And back to the arm AGAIN—this time with a Fujiwara Armbar!" Al calls. "The more Ben works over that arm, the worse this is going to be for Wolf Hawkfield and his chances!"

"Ben's in his stride now, and once he's in his stride, it's very, very, difficult to derail him," Cris says. "Hell, it's damn near impossible! Just ask the many guys he's beaten."

Ben screams as he pulls at Wolf's arm viciously, trying his damnedest to get the Canadian to submit. Ben yells, "JUST TAP!" But Wolf refuses! Referee Kenny Cashew checks on Hawkfield…who hangs tough and tries to use his one free arm to push himself to the ropes for a rope break. Wolf manages to carry himself and Ben towards the edge of the ring…nearly making it to the bottom rope…

…almost…

…

…but Ben lets go, stands up, pulls Wolf back to the center of the ring and reapplies the Fujiwara Armbar!

"Awww, Wolf wanted the break…and Ben Tennyson was aware enough not to let it happen!" Al says.

"Our Champion!" Cris applauds.

Ben keeps his submission hold in and tells Kenny Cashew to ask Wolf if he wants to tap now. The referee does this…

"And now Wolf may not have much of a choice…!" Al says.

"Nowhere to go, nothing to do!" Cris affirms.

…

…but Wolf says no! Wolf pushes up off of the canvas, trying to alleviate some of the pressure while Ben Tennyson keeps hold of Wolf's arm for dear life. The crowd supports Wolf as he struggles to get to one knee, Ben Ten still hanging onto Wolf's arm…

…

…and Wolf managing to get to both knees…then to a knee and a foot…

…

…but Ben elbows Wolf's arm and forces him back down to where he started!

"Wolf trying to power his way up, but he can't!" says Al.

"The Fujiwara Armbar is still applied! Ben Tennyson wants a submission, and I think he's about to get that submission right now," Cris asserts.

"If he keeps that right arm as tightly hooked as it is right now, we may SEE Wolf tap out," Al says.

Wolf shakes his head and tries to struggle through the pain and refuse to quit to the Fujiwara Armbar hold. Ben pulls and torques the arm even further, almost yanking it clear out of its socket! The crowd is aghast as Ben tugs Wolf's arm more and more and more…his eyes lighting up with each degree of pulling…

"Or we could see Wolf's arm get broken!" Cris says.

"Ben's not letting up! Ben's not letting up at all!" Al shouts.

…

…and referee Kenny Cashew checks…

…

…and Wolf screams, "NOOOOO!" before starting to battle back to his knees! The crowd cheers as they see Wolf Hawkfield fighting out of the agony of the Armbar and managing to get to both of his knees…

…

…and then back to one foot—and eventually on two!

"WOLF'S BACK UP!" Al exclaims over the loud crowd!

Ben Ten, incensed, clubs away at Wolf's back, standing behind Hawkfield now and trying to keep him tuckered out. Ben then applies a Sleeper Hold to Wolf, keeping him under his control. Ben leaps onto Wolf's back to keep the Sleeper locked in, trying to force Wolf back down to his knees again…

…

…but Wolf immediately backs into a corner, forcing Ben to let go of him! Wolf holds Ben in the turnbuckles…and delivers a series of Back Elbows with the left arm, over and over and over again, right over Ben's left eye!

"Wolf using his good arm now to generate some offense—Elbow strikes right to the eye of Ben Ten!" Al says.

Wolf continues firing with a plethora of Elbows, nearly reaching twenty straight before turning around and placing Ben onto the top rope. Wolf sets Ben up in the corner and hits a big Elbow Smash to the face. With Ben groggy on the top, Wolf climbs up to the top rope after him, delivering Bionic Elbows to the forehead before holding Ben's skull. Wolf looks behind him and looks for a Superplex in the center of the ring, the Tenth Wonder dazed momentarily…

…

…but Ben punches Wolf in the midsection, escapes Wolf's grip…

…

…grabs Wolf's right arm, leaps off of the top rope, and drops Wolf with an Arm Hotshot onto the ropes!

"Ben blocked the Superplex—OH NO! THE ARM! RIGHT BACK TO THE INJURED ARM!" Al shouts.

"GENIUS ON THE PART OF TENNYSON! He knew right where to attack!" Cris says.

Wolf recoils in tremendous pain and falls down clutching his right arm. Ben Tennyson smirks and proceeds to make his way back up the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope as Wolf is down. Ben makes it to the top turnbuckle…flashes a Legend Killer pose, to the sounds of massive boos…

"And now…time to witness greatness…"

…

…and delivers the Flying Elbow Drop onto Wolf Hawkfield!

"…as the PERFECT TEN…Elbow Drop connects!" Cris calls.

"Right to the heart of Hawkfield, and he's shown a lot of heart, but it may be all she wrote here!" Al says.

Ben Ten covers Wolf, hooking a leg as well: 1…

"Check…"

2…

"…and…"

…

…2.85 Wolf Hawkfield gets his shoulder up just barely!

"…mat—YOU'VE GOT TO BE KI—… It's BAD ENOUGH that Ben's defending his Title on short notice! Now you have to slow down your counts too?!" Cris protests.

"Wolf Hawkfield not done yet as Ben Tennyson only gets a count of two off of that Elbow from the top!" says Al.

Ben runs both of his hands through his hair as he contemplates his next move…standing up and watching Wolf slowly move. Ben grabs Wolf and pulls him up to his feet, taking his right arm again…and twisting it once…twice…

…three times…

…

…before pulling Wolf up into a Fireman's Carry.

"And with control of the right arm, Ben's got Wolf up—could be trying the Alien Act!" says Al.

"Fireman's Carry Takeover—suck it, Cena and suck it, Ash Ketchum!" Cris says.

…

Ben goes for the Alien Act, but Wolf Hawkfield, in mid-move, counters it into a DDT!

"And it—NOOOOOO!" Cris exclaims. "HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!"

"HE COUNTERED INTO THE DDT!" Al shouts. "Wolf Hawkfield countered the Alien Act into a big-time DDT, and that was the perfect time for such a counter to come! But how's Wolf's arm holding up?"

"HOPEFULLY not well!" Cris says. "Ben Tennyson was doing GREAT until…well, until THAT happened—get up, Benjamin! Please!"

Wolf supports his right arm as he starts to stand up again, the CCW Magnus Champion also starting to stand. Wolf uses his left hand only for offense with punches to the face of Ben Ten. Ben fires back with punches of his own, the punches of Wolf drawing "YAYS!" from the crowd and Ben's strikes getting "BOOS!" Wolf and Ben trade fists with each other, Wolf only using his left arm for it…

…

…and Ben kicks Wolf in the gut to stop him in his tracks! Ben smirks once again as he grabs Wolf's right arm and wraps it around his head and neck with the Canadian hunched over…and Ben directly Toe Kicks Wolf's arm! Wolf winces in pain and backs up all the way to the ropes. Ben raises an arm over his head, and then hits the ropes…

…

…and runs into a WICKED Left-Arm Lariat that turns the Best in the Universe inside out!

"Wolf only able to fight back for so lon—OH MY FREAKING GOD!" Al exclaims. "LARIAT WITH A TWIST, AND BEN'S BODY WAS DOING THE TWISTING!"

"YIKES! BEN, ARE YOU OKAY?! THAT WAS CONCERNING! That was VERY, VERY concerning…" Cris worries.

The crowd pops for the high-impact attack by Wolf Hawkfield, who leans next to the ropes and screams in passion as Ben, completely out of it, gets to his feet on instinct. Wolf then fires away even further with Polish Hammers to the chest, knocking Ben down over and over with repeated Polish Hammer strikes! Wolf then gives Ben a Swinging Neckbreaker, further dizzying the Tenth Wonder. Ben clutches his head and neck as he slowly stands up again after the Neckbreaker. Wolf then picks Ben up in a Military Press…using both hands…

"Even with one arm heavily hurting, Wolf's got enough strength to keep Ben over his head!" Al says.

…

…but then…Wolf stops using his right arm and holds Ben up with ONLY his left hand!

"OHHH! Well, THEN AGAIN, maybe Wolf doesn't even NEED that injured arm!" Al exclaims in shock as the crowd explodes!

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" Cris is in disbelief. "This should not even be LEGAL!"

"Wolf Hawkfield is in the zone right now!" Al says.

Wolf holds Ben up with one arm for nearly ten more seconds…

…

…before dropping Ben behind him on the canvas chest-first! Ben clutches his entire torso as he scampers to a corner. Wolf's eyes are the ones beginning to light up now, adrenaline starting to build within the Ottata big man. Wolf then goes to the corner opposite Ben…and executes a Running Corner Clothesline! Wolf then runs out of the corner, runs back…and delivers a SECOND Running Corner Clothesline! Wolf repeats, going out of the opposite corner…and nailing a THIRD Running Corner Clothesline…and then riddling Ben's chest with several Lariats directly to the chest, reddening it with each and every blow!

"Ben's chest cavity may be completely blown up right about now—Hawkfield is sending Ben through the meat grinder he promised!" says Al.

"Isn't the referee going to back Wolf out of the damn corner?! Cashew, do your job!" Cris complains even further.

Wolf then grabs Ben by the body…and drops him with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Wolf then pins Ben Tennyson: 1…

"Oh no…" Cris panics.

"The Belly-to-Belly…" Al says.

2…

"Oh no!" Cris starts sweating.

"The powerful offense…" Al says.

…

…2.88 Ben kicks out!

"OH—oh, thank Gwen… Phew…" Cris sighs in relief.

"Could it BE—NO, not quite!" Al calls. "Hawkfield just a fraction away!"

Wolf wastes no time, starting to put Ben in a Standing Headscissors position, readying him for a Powerbomb! Wolf roars as Ben drops down, trying to prevent Wolf from lifting him…

…

…but Wolf deadlifts Ben Ten's body and places him in an Elevated Prawn…

…

…before hitting a Powerbomb…and holding on!

"Oh no! ONCE is enough, man! ONCE is freaking enough!" Cris cries.

"Not for Wolf Hawkfield it's not—here comes another!" Al calls as Wolf picks Ben up…

…and drops him with a SECOND Powerbomb! Wolf Hawkfield pauses…perhaps feeling his arm starting to bother him…

…

…and Wolf manages to lift Ben up for the third of the Powerbombs…

"Wolf had to hesitate, but he's got Ben up for the third…!" Al calls as the crowd anticipates it…

…

…but Ben rakes Wolf's eyes, generating boos! Ben lands on his feet as Wolf tends to his vision, putting Ben down. Ben kicks Wolf in the gut and puts him in a Standing Headscissors this time. Ben lifts Wolf up in a Crucifix Powerbomb position, holding both of his arms…

"A rake to the eyes! …And now Ben looking for a Powerbomb of his own—one of the Crucifix genre…" Al says.

"Hit it, Ben!" Cris cheers Ben on.

…

…but Wolf is able to free himself from Ben's grip. Ben turns around, as does Wolf…

…

…and Ben walks directly into a Wolf Hawkfield Spinebuster!

"Wolf avoiding Ben's own Powerbomb AND THERE'S THE SPINEBUSTER! COULD THIS BE IT?!" Al exclaims.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Cris screams in distress.

Wolf leans over and pins Ben: 1…

"ARE WE GOING TO SEE…"

2…

"…A NEW CCW MAGNUS CHAMPION?!"

…

…2.899 Ben kicks out…

"NOOOOO!" Al answers his own question. "TWO AND NEARLY NINE-TENTHS, IT FELT LI—HANG ON!"

…

…Ben kicks out, but Wolf, having Ben's leg corralled from the pin attempt, traps Ben and turns it into a Canadian Maple Leaf!

"CANADIAN MAPLE LEAF! WOLF MADE THE TRANSITION, AND HE GOT THE CANADIAN MAPLE LEAF LOCKED IN! THAT HALF BOSTON CRAB!" Al calls.

"BEN! BEN, FIGHT THROUGH THIS! DON'T QUIT!" Cris pleads.

"Wolf with a submission of his own on the Champion! Could the Title be ready to change hands?!" Al inquires.

Wolf nearly howls as he pulls back on Ben's leg with the Canadian Maple Leaf submission, the entire crowd in attendance chanting, "TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!" telling Ben what to do. Ben shakes his head repeatedly, but he grabs at his hair in terror, feeling the pain coursing through all of his veins! Ben tries to crawl his way to the ropes, but Wolf makes him stay put! Kenny Cashew asks if Ben wants to yield, but the Tenth Wonder of the World refuses! Ben manages to start moving his hands towards the corner, reaching for the middle turnbuckle…but Wolf pulls Ben away just before he can get there!

"BEN'S DESPERATE! BEN'S DESPERATELY TRYING TO MAKE IT FOR A ROPE BREAK! BUT WOLF'S DESPERATE TO KEEP HIM AWAY!" Al shouts. "WOLF HAWKFIELD HOLDING ON; BEN TENNYSON TRYING TO DO THE SAME!"

"COME ON, BEEEEEN!" Cris cries. "REACH FARTHER! TURN ON YOUR SIDE! DO ANYTHING—JUST DON'T…TAP…OOOUUUT!"

…

Ben lifts his arm up, and the crowd pops massively…

…

…but Ben does not tap out! Instead, Ben makes one final lunge towards the corner, one final break for it…

…

…Ben uses BOTH hands…

…

…and Ben…just BARELY manages to get both hands on the middle turnbuckle, to the ENTIRE building's dismay!

"YEEEEES! OHHHH YES! HE MADE IT! Oh Gwen, he made it…" Cris catches his breath.

"Much to the chagrin of Little Rock, Arkansas, YES, Ben just made it," Al says. "And Wolf's gotta let go of the hold now!"

Kenny Cashew counts 1…2…3...4…

…

…and at 4.99, a reluctant Wolf Hawkfield relinquishes the Canadian Maple Leaf!

"And at the—WHOOOOA…VERY last moment there, Wolf lets go," Al says. "Wolf had to be careful there. Any longer and he would have forfeited this match via DQ…"

"And Kenny's reading Wolf the riot act on that one!" Cris says. "Good Gwen Almighty, do we have a RESILIENT World Champion! Yes we do! But that doesn't mean I don't get scared at times! THAT ONE made my heart skip a beat! Ben's got to find a way to end this quick before it's too late!"

"Speaking of Ben, what the hell's he doing?" Al asks…

…as Ben Tennyson is starting to untie the middle turnbuckle padding from the corner while Wolf is being admonished by the referee! The crowd notices this, though Wolf and the referee do not. Wolf, starting to get decidedly miffed at the official, pushes past him to get back on the attack on Ben Ten…

"He-hey! Wolf's got to keep his composure!" Cris yells.

"Ben's untied the turnbuckle padding!" Al says.

"If Hawkfield doesn't want to get disqualified, he'll learn to behave!" Cris continues on his own topic.

…

…and Wolf pursues Ben…walking towards him…

…

…and getting a Drop Toe Hold directly onto the exposed turnbuckle metal!

"WOLF DOESN'T SEE IT—OHH! BUT NOW HE DOES! DAMN IT! BEN'S GONNA STEAL THIS ONE!" Al exclaims.

"STEAL NOTHING! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT—WHAT TURNBUCKLE?!" Cris "plays dumb".

"OH, DON'T EVEN TRY IT!" Al shouts.

With Wolf taking the exposed turnbuckle to the face, Ben ends around him and Schoolboys him for a Roll-Up Pin! Kenny Cashew, none the wiser, begins to make the count: 1…

"CHECK…"

2…

"…AND…"

…

…2.929 Wolf kicks out, much to the crowd's excitement!

"…MAAAAAAHHHH! ROBBERY! ROBBE-FREAKIN'-RY!" Cris whines.

"Yeah, what BEN tried to pull on WOLF was robbery! But Wolf isn't having any of it!" Al says.

Ben, meanwhile, complains to the referee on the count, finding as much fault in it as Cris did. Kenny Cashew maintains that it was a two-count, and Ben, enraged, has no choice but to live with it. Ben turns around to face Wolf, as the latter is rubbing his face and trying to fight to his feet…

…

…and Ben charges at Wolf with a Spear—but Wolf sprawls!

"And a frustrated Ben, going for the Spear—SPRAWL! SPRAWL!" Al exclaims.

Wolf hangs onto Ben's torso…standing up with him in his clutches…and powering him in a modified Karelin Lift…

…

…and then lifting Ben up onto his shoulder…

"Where the hell does this man get it from?!" Cris screams.

…

…and Wolf decks him with the Decimator!

"FROM THE GROUND ONTO HIS SHOULDER AND BACK DOWN! DECIMATOR!" Al exclaims.

"UNREAL! UNREAL! I OBJECT TO THIS!" Cris goes berserk.

Wolf stands up, bad arm and all, and he roars at the top of his lungs to the crowd, pointing at the downed Ben Tennyson and signaling that he is about to make good on his promise. Wolf goes to a corner…and bides his time…and waits…and waits…

…

…as the electric crowd chants, "GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE! GORE!"

"THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE WASN'T ENOUGH TO KEEP WOLF DOWN! IT WASN'T ENOUGH TO SQUASH HIS HUNGER—THE HUNGER FOR THE GORE!" Al says.

"Ben, whatever you do, GET OUT OF THE WAY, PLEASE! PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE, BEN TENNYSON! PLEEEAAASE?!" Cris prays.

…

Wolf waits for Ben to get up…and he snarls, foaming at the mouth for this…

…

…and Ben…slowly…

…but surely…

…gets up…

…

…and turns around…

…

….

…

…and…

…

…Wolf Hawkfield runs…but Ben leaps in mid-Gore and manages to take Wolf over with a Sunset Flip!

"OH MY GOODNESS, LOOK AT THIS! SUNSET FLIP!" Al exclaims.

"COUNTERRRRR!" Cris cheers with a grin.

Referee Kenny Cashew counts as Ben has Wolf pinned in the Sunset Flip: 1…

"HE'S GOT IT!"

2…

"HE'S GOT IT!"

…

…Wolf kicks out!

"HE…doesn't have it—noooooooo!" Cris bemoans.

Wolf and Ben both get up after the pinning combination. Wolf immediately goes for a Clothesline…

…

…but Ben traps Wolf's arm, goes behind him…applies a Double Chickenwing…

…

…and delivers a Tiger Suplex! But then Ben rolls over backwards, hanging onto Wolf with as much strength as he can possibly muster!

"TIGER SUPLEX! AND THERE'S SOME POWER ON TENNYSON!" Cris says.

…

Ben lifts Wolf up…

…

…and drops him with a Sit-Out Elevated Chickenwing Facebuster!

"INTO A FACEBUSTER! WOW! DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Cris brags about Ben's maneuver. "THAT WAS AMAZING!"

"And that was actually shades of Samus Aran, Ben Tennyson's paramour! That's a Metroid Killer!" Al notes.

"And it's the killer of Wolf's hopes! COVER!" Cris says.

Ben turns Wolf over, hooking both of his legs in the ensuing pinning combination: 1…

"CHECK…"

2…

"…AND…"

…

…2.96 Wolf manages to kick out!

"…MAT—noooooooooo…" Cris almost weeps in disbelief.

"THE METROID KILLER BY BEN ONLY GOT A TWO-COUNT!" Al exclaims. "Ben Tennyson can't believe it! Cris Collinsworth can't believe it either! What a main event this has been to Ozone 38!"

"THIS IS AWESOME! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) THIS IS AWESOME! (clap clap clap-clap-clap)" chants the sellout crowd in the Verizon® Arena. Ben, though, does not find things to be very awesome. He glares at the referee angrily and holds three fingers in his face, bickering over the count. Ben protests and protests and protests some more, but the referee refuses to give in. Ben continues pressing…

…

…and then Ben grabs at the referee's shirt collar!

"And now BEN'S starting to lose it here!" Al says.

"Keep your cool, keep your cool, keep your cool!" Cris implores. "I know you're upset and you should be, but calm down, Ben! One false move and you're disqualified! And you know what THAT means…"

"No more Tenth Reich!" Al fills in the blank.

Referee Kenny Cashew reminds Ben of that fact, and Ben lets go of the ref's collar. Ben sighs viciously and slicks his hair back once more, turning around to face Wolf Hawkfield, who is struggling to his feet. Ben then crouches down…and measures him, motioning for Wolf to stand…

"And I think that NOW…Ben thinks it may be time to send Wolf across the Milky Way—it's Hero Time, and it's Intergalactic time!" Al says.

"Time to shut the door on this!" Cris says.

…

…and Wolf finally gets up…

"Time to shut the door on this!" Cris repeats.

…

…and Ben goes for the Intergalactic…but Wolf pushes Ben off to block it!

"But Wolf's keeping the door open!" Al says.

"NO!" Cris shouts.

Ben bounces off of the ropes from the push…and Wolf Hawkfield goes for a Sidewalk Slam on his left side, taking Ben underneath his left arm…

…

…but Ben flies through it and lands onto his feet! Ben turns Wolf around…and he goes for the Intergalactic again, but Wolf blocks it again, pushing Ben away a second time…

…almost into referee Kenny Cashew!

"Wolf blocks it a second time—OH! Nearly running into Cashew there!" Al says.

Ben stops just shy of the referee…and turns around…

…

…and is able to dodge an oncoming Wolf Hawkfield! Kenny Cashew, though, is not so lucky; Wolf ends up careening into him with a Shoulder Block!

"OHHH! Cashew lucky once, but NOT the second time!" Al says.

"See? THIS is why Ben is the Face of CCW—he CARES about our employees, including our refs! He doesn't just CHARGE into our officials with RECKLESS ABANDON!" Cris says. "SHAME ON YOU, HAWKFIELD!"

"Oh, please…" Al rolls his eyes.

Wolf notices what he has inadvertently done, and he growls angrily to himself, knowing that without a ref, winning the Magnus Championship is impossible…

…

…and Ben grabs Wolf from behind and hits the BKT!

"And Ben takes advantage of the deal with a BKT from behind!" Al says.

"AND THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR ATTACKING AN OFFICIAL!" Cris says as the crowd bursts into boos.

"F**K YOU, BEN! F**K YOU, BEN! F**K YOU, BEN!" rings throughout the Verizon® Arena as Ben rolls out of the ring to take a powder.

"Ben's out of the ring…and now what?" Al questions.

Ben proceeds to walk towards Al and Cris's announce table…

…

…and he looks down, noticing his CCW Magnus Title Belt on the ground from where he dropped it earlier. Ben picks up the Magnus Championship and then starts making his way back inside the ring.

"And now Ben's got his Championship Belt…bringing it into the ring with nothing and NO ONE to stop him…" says Al. "The referee's been knocked down and out, and you can only IMAGINE what Ben intends to do with that Title right there! I doubt he's checking his reflection in it THIS TIME!"

Ben stalks Wolf Hawkfield as he starts to get up, clutching the back of his head…

…

…and Wolf stands…

…

…and Ben runs at Wolf, Title in hand…and…

…

…Wolf Hawkfield ducks underneath the Belt shot by Ben Ten!

"Ben looking to clean Wolf's clock—BUT WOLF DODGING IT!" Al exclaims. "WOLF DUCKED IN TIME!"

Wolf runs to the other corner, steps off of the middle turnbuckle to change direction as Ben is turning around…

…

…and Wolf Hawkfield GORES Ben Tennyson, causing the Belt to fly out of his hands and all the way out of the ring!

"GOOOOOORE! GOOOOORE! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Al screams at the top of his lungs as the building goes insane!

"F*******CK! F*******CK! F****************CK!" Cris screams himself.

…

Ben is down and laid out…but upon Goring him, Wolf immediately holds his shoulder in pain, feeling the effects of the entirety of Ben's assault!

"WOLF FINALLY GOT THE GORE, BUT THE ARM! THE INJURED ARM IS KEEPING HIM FROM MAKING A COVER!" Al exclaims. "AND EVEN IF HE DOES THAT, THERE'S NO REFEREE!"

"Kenny Cashew, stay down! Have a nap! Take a vacation! DON'T WAKE UP!" Cris shouts.

"WOLF'S SCRATCHING AND CLAWING HIS WAY TO TENNYSON'S SUPINE BODY! IF HE CAN JUST GET ONE HAND…!" Al says as Wolf tries to will himself to pin the Magnus Champion.

"I'm not sure Wolf even REALIZES that the referee's down—not to mention that it's ALL HIS FAULT," Cris says.

"WOLF WANTS THE COVER! WOLF WANTS THE TITLE! CAN HE MAKE IT THERE?!" Al asks.

The fans altogether will Wolf closer and closer to Ben Tennyson with their cheers and whistles, hoping to see him get to the Tenth Wonder…and at that exact moment, referee Kenny Cashew starts to come to as well!

"NO! NO! NO! NO! DON'T WAKE UP! DON'T WAKE UP! STAY DOWN, YOU IDIOT! NOOOO!" Cris puts his hands to his head in despair.

"KENNY CASHEW'S AWAKE AND NOW WOLF CAN DO IT! WOLF CAN WIN THIS!" Al exclaims.

The crowd gets even louder and louder as Wolf manages to FINALLY get a hand on Tennyson's chest, lying down with him but maintaining the pinning combination. Referee Kenny Cashew crawls his way towards the scene of the pin…

…

…before suddenly being pulled out of the ring, unbeknownst to Wolf!

"WAIT A MIN—WHO THE…?! WHO PULLED THE REF AWAY?!" Al asks incredulously.

"HE'S BEEN ABDUCTED BY A GHOST!" Cris exclaims.

Wolf stays on top of Ben Tennyson, waiting for the referee to count…not realizing that the referee is gone…and also not realizing that there is someone ELSE inside the ring.

"WELL, HE HAS BEEN PULLED AWAY BY A GHOST…"

…

Kratos whacks Wolf in the shoulder and spine with a steel chair as he's on top of Tennyson!

"A GHOST OF SPARTA TO BE EXACT—KRATOS! KRATOS!" Al exclaims as the crowd breaks into LOUD boos for this intervention! Kratos, meanwhile, continues hitting Wolf in the back with chair shot after chair shot after venomous chair shot!

"KRATOS IS HERE! KRATOS IS HERE AND HE'S MAKING A RUCKUS ON WOLF HAWKFIELD'S BACK!" Cris exclaims.

"JUST LIKE LAST WEEK WHEN KRATOS TOOK HIS FRUSTRATIONS OUT ON WOLF DURING THE MAIN EVENT AGAINST TOM BRADY, NOW IT'S TONIGHT AS HE'S GETTING A MAGNUS TITLE MATCH—DAMN IT!" Al screams.

Kratos continues to brutalize Wolf's spine with chair shots, leaving the Canadian nearly motionless inside the ring! Kratos gives Wolf close to ELEVEN straight chair shots to the spine before dropping the steel chair onto the canvas angrily. Kratos sneers at the downed Wolf Hawkfield, not caring for the fans' negative reaction to this…and the Legend Slayer grabs a handful of Wolf's hair, proceeding to pick him up—Wolf still unaware of who is behind this, not seeing his face…

…

…but then the lights in the Verizon® Arena go out!

"UH-OH! WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT A MINUTE!" Al exclaims as the crowd murmurs and awaits what is to come next, Kratos starting to look around himself inside the ring—though not seeing much if anything in the dark…

…

…and when the lights turn on, "The God of War" Ares is face-to-face with the Legend Slayer!

"IT'S ARES! IT'S ARES!" exclaims Al as the crowd pops loudly for his appearance!

"WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?!" Cris asks.

"PAYBACK FOR KRATOS COSTING HIM HIS MATCH LAST WEEK!" Al responds as Ares begins to fire away at Kratos with punches!

Kratos and Ares proceed to trade blows, Kratos dropping his chair in the fracas, and Ares manages to get the better of Kratos with punches to the midsection, fist after fist after fist to the abdomen! Ares then delivers a Throat Thrust to Kratos…before faking an Irish Whip across the ring and sending Kratos the other way, over the ropes and to the apron! Kratos hangs onto the top rope…and Ares grabs the steel chair Kratos dropped…

…

…and Ares whacks Kratos upside the skull with the steel chair, knocking him hard to the arena floor!

"AND ARES WITH THE CHAIR—ARES WITH THE SHOT! OH MY GOSH, WHAT A SHOT THAT WAS!" hollers Al. "THE GOD OF WAR GETTING SOME REVENGE ON KRATOS!"

Wolf Hawkfield, clutching his back from the steel chair shots, starts to get to his knees, and he sees Ares holding the steel chair, raising it over his head as Ares stares down the downed Spartan Kratos at ringside. Wolf grits his teeth as he starts to stand back up again…

…

…and Ares turns around, still holding the steel chair…

…

…and Wolf Hawkfield Gores Ares, sending the chair out of his hand and knocking him out of the ring!

"Wolf coming to—WHAT THE HELL?! WOLF… GORE TO ARES?!" Al can't believe it.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! What did ARES do?!" Cris says. "Ares was attacking Kratos, and Wolf, in true Hawkfield fashion, stuck his nose in!"

Ares writhes in pain out of the ring, clutching his ribcage…while Wolf Hawkfield picks up the steel chair, yells at Ares, points to his own back, and shouts, "I SAID…NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO GET IN MY WAY!" Wolf then tosses the chair down at Ares's body outside of the ring.

"I think… I think that Wolf thinks that ARES was the one hitting him in the back with the chair!" Al says. "Wolf saw Ares holding the chair, and he put what he thought was two and two together! But it was KRATOS instead! And remember: Wolf DID say he didn't want ANYBODY getting in his way tonight! He didn't take the interference well last week, and this week's no different!"

Wolf turns around…

…

…and gets brought down with a Complete Shot by Ben Tennyson!

"Match still going on—COMPLETE SHOT BY BEN! HE'S ALIVE!" Cris cheers.

"That's right; we ARE still in the middle of a match, and the appearances of Kratos and Ares may've caused Wolf to forget that in the moment!" Al says. "Ben taking advantage, and now referee Kenny Cashew, for the second time, is starting to regain his way!"

Ben crawls over to Kenny Cashew, who is trying to pull himself back inside the ring. Ben grabs Cashew and helps him back inside the ring, pulling him underneath the bottom rope and towards Wolf's body. Ben checks on the ref, asking him if he is okay, even patting his cheeks to keep him awake.

"Ben showing such courteousness to our official Kenny Cashew, trying to nurse him back to health! What class! What honor from our hero!" Cris applauds.

Al nearly wants to vomit.

Ben then walks back over to Wolf Hawkfield…and grabs him by his legs.

…

Amidst a booing crowd, Ben locks in the Cloverleaf Quasar!

"And now the Cloverleaf Quasar's locked in! The Elevated Cloverleaf submission!" Cris says.

"Ben was making sure the referee was able to see him get a submission victory via the Quasar!" Al commentates. "And it may just happen! It may very well just happen!"

Wolf grimaces in pain as Ben bends backward with the hold—not crouching as in a normal Cloverleaf, but standing up and maintaining his posture. Ben looks down at Kenny Cashew, making sure he is awake still, using his foot to nudge Kenny and make sure he's responsive.

"And a little nudge to the ref in the ribs—you don't do THAT! That's just—what is he? A DOG to kick?" Al says in disgust.

"What do you expect Ben to do? He's BUSY trying to retain his Magnus Championship of the World right now!" Cris says. "The fact that he's expressing his concern despite this says just how much of the character he is!"

"I bet it does…" Al derisively says. "Nevertheless, what matters is, Wolf Hawkfield's stuck in the Cloverleaf Quasar, and referee Kenny Cashew—you can tell he's not fully all there, but Ben's making sure he can at least call a submission!"

Ben keeps the Cloverleaf Quasar applied…

…

…but Wolf begins to turn his body in a different direction, away from the still-aching referee…

…

…and Wolf uses his leg strength to break out of the hold…

…

…and send Ben forward directly into the exposed turnbuckle pad face-first!

"OH NOOOOO! BEN! THE BUCKLE! THE EXPOSED BUCKLE! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT! REEEEF! DQ WOLF! DQ HIM!" Cris insists.

"BEN'S THE ONE WHO UNTIED IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND JUST LIKE I DIDN'T THINK THAT HE SAW IT WHEN BEN USED IT, I DON'T THINK THE REFEREE SAW BEN CRASH INTO IT EITHER!" Al exclaims.

Indeed he didn't, Kenny Cashew still shaking the cobwebs loose…as Ben Ten appears cataleptic with his head against the middle turnbuckle. Wolf Hawkfield starts to stand up again…as Ben Tennyson backs away from the corner, holding his own jaw in pain…

…

…and Wolf puts Ben in an Argentine Clutch! Wolf holds Ben on his shoulders…

"BEN MAY'VE SET UP HIS OWN DEMISE WITH THAT TURNBUCKLE…!" Al says.

…

…and Wolf delivers a Sit-Out Argentine Facebuster!

"SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER! WHERE DID HE GET THAT MOVE FROM?!" Al exclaims.

"I KNOW WHERE AND I DON'T LIKE IT! BEN! BEN, PLEASE! THIS CAN'T BE HOW IT ENDS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cris shouts desperately as Wolf Hawkfield turns Ben over and pins him!

Kenny Cashew, slowly but surely getting back into gear, is able enough to make the count: 1…

"WOLF HAWKFIELD! CAN HE DO IT?!"

…

2…

"TWO! IT'S TWO! ONE MORE!"

…

…2.999 Ben Tennyson gets his shoulder up, and the entire crowd can't believe it, nor can Hawkfield!

"AND WE HAVE A NEW CHA—NO! NO, WE DON'T! NO, WE DON'T! NO, WE DON'T!" Al calls as the crowd is up in arms, surely believing that it was three!

"AND JUST LIKE IT DIDN'T WORK FOR PATCHY THE PIRATE, IT DIDN'T WORK FOR WOLF!" Cris exclaims. "BEN TENNYSON KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! OUR CHAMPION! OUR HERO! OUR SAVIOR! THE BEST IN THE UNIVERSE!"

"AND HE WAS VERY NEARLY OUR EX-CCW MAGNUS CHAMPION!" Al adds.

"BUT HE'S NOT!" Cris says.

Wolf grabs his own hair, dumbfounded by the near-fall, eyes closed. Wolf utters to himself, "…You've gotta be f**kin' kidding me…" as the referee Kenny Cashew begins to stand up slowly. Wolf, trying to move on, stands up as well. Ben Tennyson is supine and motionless, still reeling from the near-fall. Wolf then drags Ben Ten to the center of the ring…

…

…and Wolf makes his way up to the top rope in the corner, the crowd holding its breath. Wolf climbs up, taking his time, his right shoulder still aching him along the way…

"It could be one more Frog Splash to finish it off… Maybe THAT'S the move that'll get Hawkfield the Magnus Championship… Maybe THAT'S the one!" says Al.

…

…but Ben Tennyson meets Wolf at the top rope, running desperately to the corner and hitting Wolf with a Cross Chop to the chest! Ben pants heavily as he leans in the turnbuckles, Wolf being forced to sit down on the top. Ben climbs up after Wolf and hits him with three hard rights…before looking behind him and catching his breath. Ben takes one deep, deep breath from his lungs…

…

…and he goes for a Super Hurricanrana, but Wolf hangs onto the top rope, causing Ben to fall out of the corner and directly onto his head and neck sickeningly!

"SUPER HURRICAN—AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! BEN! BEN! BEN! BEN! BEN, PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD! OH, PLEEEEAASE DON'T BE DEAD! OH MY GWEN, OH MY GWEN, OH MY GWEN, OH MY GWEN, OH MY GWEN, HE MIGHT BE PARALYZED—AAAAAAHHHH!" Cris freaks out.

"AS PAINFUL AS THAT DID LOOK, IT'S THE PERFECT SCENARIO FOR HAWKFIELD!" Al says as referee Kenny Cashew checks on Ben's condition, the Tenth Wonder rolling away from the corner and to the middle of the ring.

Wolf, now alone on the top rope again, gets ready for a possible dive…

…

…but then, Ares hits Wolf Hawkfield with the steel chair DIRECTLY to his right shoulder!

"WAIT—ARES AGAIN! THE GOD OF WAR HITTING HAWKFIELD!" Al exclaims.

"PAYBACK FOR THE GORE HE DIDN'T DESERVE!" Cris remarks.

"AND PERHAPS IT WAS PAYBACK IN KIND! IT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING, BUT HELL IF ARES GIVES A DAMN!" Al says as Ares, to a very mixed (but mostly negative) reaction, leaves the apron and watches Wolf fall out of the corner, clutch his shoulder and curse repeatedly.

"SH*T! SH*T! SH****T! F*CK ME! DAMN IT!" Wolf curses as he rolls around the squared circle with his shoulder killing him. Wolf tries to stand up, but it takes him several tries to make it as the pain is nearly too much.

"AND JUST LIKE KRATOS BEFORE HIM, THE REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT HAPPEN! HE WAS TOO BUSY DEALING WITH TENNYSON…"

Wolf manages to, after a major fight, get to a vertical base…

…

…just in time to receive a sudden Intergalactic by Ben Tennyson!

"…WHO JUST GOT UP—AND INTERGALACTIC TO HAWKFIELD!" Al completes his call.

"HE'S GONNA RETAIN AFTER ALLLLL!" Cris hails happily.

Ben covers Wolf, and Kenny Cashew, fully revived now, counts 1…

"Say it with me: CHECK…"

2…

"…AND…"

…

…3!

"…MATE! RETENTIOOOOOOON!" Cris hoorays as the bell sounds, the crowd booing beyond recognition in the Verizon® Arena!

"Hero" by Skillet plays as Ben rolls off of Wolf, holding his ribs and sitting down on the canvas, raising both of his arms and calling for his Championship Belt to be brought to him. Kenny Cashew obliges, handing the Magnus Championship to Tennyson, who brings it to his mouth and kisses it softly before taking hold of it and raising it over his head with both hands proudly, the crowd despising every moment of it.

"Here is your winner and STILL the CCW Magnus Champion, 'The Tenth Wonder' Ben Tennyson!" Blader DJ confirms.

"IN THIS IMPROMPTU, UNPLANNED, UNFORESEEN MAGNUS TITLE DEFENSE, BEN TENNYSON NARROWLY ESCAPES WITH HIS GOLD!" Al says. "AN EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE, KRATOS AND ARES—ALL OF THOSE WERE INVOLVED IN THIS VICTORY FOR THE TENTH WONDER OF THE WORLD!"

"BUT THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS THE TENTH WONDER OF THE WORLD!" Cris states. "THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES A DIFFERENCE IS THAT BEN TENNYSON, OUR HERO, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, IS STILL YOUR CCW MAGNUS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! AND I, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DIDN'T HAVE A DOUBT IN MY MIND ABOUT IT!"

"…YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT?!" Al shouts. "YOU WERE HYPERVENTILATING!"

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!" Cris insists.

"OHHHHH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Al groans.

"LOVE OF GWEN!" Cris "corrects".

"Oh, PHOOEY!" Al retches.

Ben manages to stand up inside the ring…ascend a turnbuckle, and raise his CCW Magnus Championship high over his head, the fans not liking it at all. Ben points to his name on the Belt, showing off the nameplate to its fullest and making sure everybody sees who the World Title belongs to.

"Ben Tennyson, yes, STILL the CCW Magnus Champion…but that name on the Belt, on MANY occasions, looked like it was going to change to 'Wolf Hawkfield'," Al says. "It looked like it would have…"

"But it DIDN'T…and it WON'T, Al Michaels," Cris says. "It WON'T."

Ben leaves the corner and rolls out of the ring, taking the Title with him. Kratos, now up from the chair shot by Ares, leaves the scene through the crowd. Ares is already absent; Wolf is very slowly stirring in the ring…

…

…and at the top of the stage…is "The MVMVP" Tom Brady. Ben walks up the ramp with his CCW Magnus Championship in hand, as Brady has his own hand outstretched for a handshake with the Champion, a cocky grin adorning his face.

Brady mouths, "Way to go, Champ…" with a chuckle added in as his grin remains plastered.

…

But Ben Tennyson simply walks past the Most Valuable MVP, ignoring him and exiting the Ozone Lair altogether, Magnus Championship on his mind and his shoulder. Tom Brady simply smirks and scoffs, as if to say, "Fine, be like that." Tom shrugs as he looks at Wolf Hawkfield…and then scoffs once again, waving him off and heading to the back himself.

"…Well, we STILL don't know who Ben's opponent at Pandemonium is going to be," Al says. "But we do know ONE thing… When Wolf Hawkfield is back to full strength, including his shoulder…he is going to be PISSED… The Magnus Championship slipping out of his grasp…"

"C'est la vie! Winners win and losers lose," Cris comments. "Ben's a winner, so he wins! And Wolf is…well, you know."

"…That's all the time we have tonight—I'm Al Michaels," Al says.

"And I'm the Voice of the Rookie Revolution, Cris Collinsworth!" Cris says. "See you tomorrow in Louisiana for Double X! Long live the Tenth Reich, baby!"

"Good night, everyone; thanks for joining us," Al signs off…as Wolf Hawkfield is left inside the ring, struggling to stand…looking through the ropes with an absolutely incensed look on his own face…

Here are your results for CCW Ozone 38:

Tables Match – Stryker def. Tony Delvecchio

The Dragon Kids def. Team Twilight via pinfall

Non-Title Match – CCW World Tag Team Champions The Forces of Nature (w/ Doc Louis) def. The Khan Brothers via pinfall

"The MVMVP" Tom Brady def. Megaman via pinfall

Highway Five-Way to determine #1 Contender for CCW Universal Championship – Dan Kuso def. Shun Kazami, Sportacus, Disco Kid and "The Roman Emperor" Caesar (w/ Kevin Levin and Aemilius Paullus)

The Cereal Killers def. The X-Factors via pinfall

Don Flamenco def. Tommy Pickles via pinfall

CCW Magnus Championship Match – "The Tenth Wonder" Ben Tennyson [c] def. Wolf Hawkfield via pinfall to retain the CCW Magnus Championship

So, Ozone 38 is complete! Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoyed it! Next up is XX 19 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Reviews are always appreciated. Until next time, ricunacushun!