"...4...5..." The Ref continues.
Ford takes his opponent, using the ring as a tool so that he is placed just right, and delivers a pile driver, hard, down on the dark cement undercoat.
Gruesome awakes to the stabbing pain that has been gifted to him, curling up into the fetal ball that he had mocked before his fatal blow.
Ford takes the shoulders of the massive weeping ball up, to roll him back into the ring. The ref counts, "...8...9..." Just before he hits 10, Ford slingshots himself up, over the top rope and directly onto his opponent, straight into a pin.
"1...2..."
Kick Out!
He tries the pin again.
"1..."
Kick Out!
Seeing that his roast is not done, he walks to a close turnbuckle, removing the cushioned padding, and tosses the close-to-lifeless mass of meat and hair against a turnbuckle. Gruesome hits the shining metal head first, and collapses into the corner. For insurance, Ford charges from the opposing corner, jumping, to saddle Gruesome's limp shoulders, and wipe him out of any energy left remaining.
Getting up, Ford rolls him onto his shoulders and positions himself for the pin, waiting for the count to begin.
The flies to Ford's side, only yelling, "His wrist, His wrist is on the ropes! No pin! No Pin!"
Ford struggles with the limp wrist, but it takes too long. Just as he removes the arm from the ropes, strength returns to its awesome girth.
With one swift kick, Ford lands in the direct center of the ring, once again with a loss of air.
Gruesome picks himself up, off of the mat he had come to know so well. Strutting toward the airless bag, he bends down to mock, and scream in the face of the weaker.
Concentrating on avoiding the saliva spewing out of the oversized mouth of Gruesome, he find the strength to kick up, hitting his opponents forehead, square center. Gruesome falls back with a wheeze.
The crowed once again builds in their cheers, seeing both men lying on the mat, unmoving, chanting for their favorite.
"1!" The ref shouts, looking down at both of the battered bodies. "2!"
A small arm begins to move into the air as Ford regains consciousness.
"3!"
He crawls over the to the still unmoving body of Gruesome, with all his strength.
"4!"
Straining to lift his arm above the huge black and blue chest of his opponent.
"5!"
Showing his obvious loss of normal thinking, his arm stayed floating, shaking above the hairy, beaten pile of flesh.
"6!"
He collapses onto the body of Gruesome, with his arm and shoulder covering the chest of the man-beast.
The Ref proceeds to count the pin, "1...2...3"
PING...PING!!!
The crowed jumps to their feet in an uproarious applause. The cheering almost overpowering Ford's theme song, blasting through the woofers, strewn throughout the stadium.
The Ref grabs Ford's arm, shaking him back to consciousness and helping him to his feet to accept the praise of his fans.
The EMTs rush out to check on the condition of Gruesome as the Ref helps Ford out of the ring, and holds his shoulder as he limps up the ramp and back through the Titantron, waving to his many fans as he goes.
A commentator's voice is heard, "I can't beleive it! I can't beleive it! Ford has won! Ford it the new: Hardcore Champion!"
