"Now that match should give us some good ratings," said Chris, "May I present our next camper. Everyone's favourite babe magnet; Justin!"
Justin entered the ring to the tune of hot tempo music.
"Before you bring out the wrestler Chris," he said, "I want to know, did you talk to him about not aiming for my face? It's my best touch."
"Actually I did," said Chris, "He said he doesn't care where he hits you, he's still going to destroy you. Justin, may I present to you, the Moscow Mauler; Vladimir Kozlov!"
Russian rock music played as Vladimir entered the ring. When he got in he glared at Justin without even blinking.
"You know if you keep making that face, it will get stuck like that," said Justin.
Vladimir then said something in Russian and then spoke in English, "You're going down, pretty boy."
The bell rang and the match was on.
Justin punched Vladimir in the chest, but he didn't even budge.
"Okay, that hurt," said Justin, holding onto his hand.
Justin then tried to put Vladimir in a headlock, but then Vladimir lifted him off the ground and slammed him on the mat.
Justin slowly got to his feet and he started throwing a bunch of punches to Vladimir's face and he started to stager.
Justin was about to throw one more punch, when Vladimir rammed him with his head and Justin fell to the ground. Justin was pinned, the ref did the three count and the match was over.
"Here is your winner," said Chris, "Vladimir Kozlov!"
As Vladimir left the ring, he didn't see Justin coming up from behind him with a steel chair, until he was whacked in the back with it and he fell flat on his belly. Justin then rolled Vladimir onto his back and began throwing punch after punch until Chef came out, yanked him off Vladimir and carried him out of the arena.
As Justin was being carried out, he shouted to Vladimir, "No one messes with me or my body. You hear me Kozlov? Do you hear me?!"
Author's Note: This goes out to NIGHTS4life, who wanted the "Moscow Mauler" to get what he deserves.