[Alex Adema circles the ring, as Bad Blood speeds down the ramp. He throws himself under the bottom rope only to be met with harsh stomps to the back of his head, but he drowns out the pain and spears Adema to the mat. He pops into the air, bounces against the ropes and comes back with a leg drop. He turns Adema over and clamps him in a camel clutch.]

Sully: A submission so early?

JP: Sounds like a good idea to me. If Alex Adema doesn't tap, it'll still leave him sore.

[Adema climbs to his feet with Bad Blood on his back.]

Sully: How is he lifting him like that?

[BB struggles to releases himself from Adema's grip, but he can't. Adema catapults himself backward, squashing BB into the mat. The crowd gasp in disgust as BB spits up blood. The referee moves in to check on the situation, but Bad Blood coughs up another mouthful of blood right in his face. Screaming for his sight to be restored, the ref falls to the floor rubbing his face.]

Sully: Stupid referee! You'd do a better job than him John!

JP: Thanks! But what's Alex doing now?

[Adema slides from the ring and takes the ring bell from next to the announcer's table. He rolls into the ring and climbs to the top rope with the heavy bell. Bad Blood stands, and wipes the smear of blood from his chin. He looks up, and Adema leaps from the rope, bringing the bell down on BB's forehead.]

JP: Good God!

Sully: He just knocked seven bells out of him!

JP: Excuse the pun.

[Bad Blood drops to the floor like a ton of bricks. Adema throws the bell out of the ring, and the referee opens his sore eyes to see Alex making the cover. 1.2.3!]

Sully: Over already?

JP: Sully, I don't like either of these guys, but that match just wasn't fair! The match still can't officially end, no one can ring the bell!

[A second referee runs to the ring and picks up the first. He shouts in desperation at the referee, and points to the ring bell outside the ring. The confused ref slides from the ring and grabs a microphone. He climbs back into the ring and speaks, as the clean referee folds his arms and rests in the corner.]

Referee: According to my second official, this match was a sham! And since the bell hasn't rung to finish the match.Bad Blood.Alex Adema.I order you both to continue fighting!

[Adema kicks the ropes in anger and screams in rage. Bad Blood falls from the ring and grabs the bloodied ring bell. He re-enters with the bell, and throws it over the head of Adema.]

Referee: RING THE BELL!

[The second ref stomps on the ring bell to deliver a chime. The bell rings and the referee, still holding the microphone gets in Bad Blood's face.]

Referee: You're disqualified!

[Bad Blood elbows the ref in the face and goes for the second referee, he pulls him to the centre of the ring and hits the Blood Shot.]

Sully: What a DDT!

JP: Bad Blood thinks he owns this place!

Peter Santos: And your winner, through Disqualification, Alex Adema!

[Alex Adema gets to his feet and whilst holding his head with one hand, he clubs Bad Blood over the back of the head with the other, and leaves the ring.]

[The camera moves in on street corner, Jakk Hollow is standing with his arms folded leaning against a brick wall, a few cars roll past, Jakk breaths heavily, he jerks his head suddenly as he hears commotion coming from a shop he is standing near, he goes inside…The camera follows to see Princess standing with twenty years old looking men.]

1st man: Hey princess, wanna get dirty with me?

Princess: Yeah you wish…

[Jakk moves forward, the third and biggest man notices and starts to move a baseball bat he has in his hand, Jakk stares at it, but continues to move forward, he puts his arm around Princess…]

1st man: Hey Pretty Angel Hollow, think you're tough 'cos you wrestle huh? Well how tough are you against three men, each with a baseball bat?

Jakk: Hmmmmmm

[The second and smallest of the men pipes up.]

2nd man: Hey you're not so good now are you, you….. ass licker!

[The third man whacks the small man over the head.]

1st man: Look I'm Joe, this is Rob and that big guy is called Chainsaw, you've probably heard of us, known as the Ohio Blackcats, basically, you don't fuck with us you know?

[Jakk stays silent.]

Joe: Seems like you ain't such a big guy after all huh….

Jakk: Look what do you want with Princess?

Joe: Oh well, we were just playing, you know, just wondering if she would like to come clubbing.

Princess: Look creep, I said NO! And no I don't want to sign your T-shirts!!

Joe: Come on…bitch.

[Jakk eyes suddenly widen.]

Jakk: What the fuck did you just call her?

Joe: Bitch! B I T C H ..Bitch!!

[Chainsaw makes a grab for Princess, but she kicks him square in the bollocks, this doesn't seem to phase the big man, but Jakk lurches forward and seizes his arm, pull it round and drops him to the floor, he picks up a nearby stand of chocolate throws it over Chainsaw, this prompts the other two men to grab third baseball bats, they move forward, the smallest man Rob swings for Princess, but Jakk dives in front letting his head take the blow, blood suddenly pours from his nose.]

Jakk: Princess go!

Princess: But Ja…

Jakk: Fucking go angel!

[The men start to lay into Jakk kicking him and hitting him with bats, the camera fades out just as Jakk seems to be getting back some offence, and Princess crying runs for help.]

JP: Extradionary scenes there, Jakk laying his body on the line for his partner Princess.

Sully: Aw, it's so touching JP, the male species putting themselves on the line.

JP: Yeah, but Jakk Hollow is one of our best wrestlers and we can't afford to have him injured!

Sully: I forgot about that....

JP: You old fool, you always let your emotions get the better of you.

Sully: I know...I know!