Jaigo: DAMMIT! I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN! THOSE STUPID THUGS CAME IN HERE AND ATTACKED ME! NOW BECAUSE OF THIS I CAN'T WRESTLE TONIGHT! SORRY VICE!! AHHHH WATCH IT!
Switching back, the camera pans the interior of the Continental Airlines Arena, fans everywhere holding up signs. Fireworks are going off at the entranceway, and from the ringposts. "Blizzard" banners hanging from the rafters, our announcers for the evening, Marty Scott and Doug Torres are at their booth, standing, Marty in a tux, Doug in a black BEW denim windbreaker and some jeans. Mics in hand of course.
Marty Scott: Good evening fans! The BEW is back in buisness and we're glad you could be with us here tonight at Blizzard! After cancelations of cards and some problems in the front office, we're back!
Doug Torres: That's right. This is the BEW and we aren't going down easily. So Marty, this is some card we have tonight is it not?
Marty: You're not kidding Doug! We have all titles on the line, and plenty of scores to settle. We have the bigtime World title match between challenger Kirt "The Shooter" Kinson, and our reigning World champ, Virus. Then we have Vice going after the man that took his Atlantic title, Jaigo.
Doug: And the all important Shawn Twilight/Executioner match!
Marty: You've got to be kidding me. And last but not least, Smokey and Jon Prophet in a crucifixion match for the BEW Television title. And let me add something to that rundown. A threeway dance between Tank Fury, Angel Midnight, and Devastator for a World title shot next week at Blitz! Oh boy what a doozie!
Doug: Not to mention all the rumors flying around here lately. The hotlines have been buzzing since they were updated a few days ago when the BEW officially opened again. All kinds of talk about returns of certain wrestlers, Vengeance being one of them, the signing of some big names, and some plans by our very own President Micheal Merrix.
Marty": This all promises to be very interesting. Let's get down to buisness as our own, Craig Connors is standing in the ring, looking dapper in that expensive tux. Take it away Craig.
The camera switches to Connors who stands in center ring, wearing a white tux, mic in hand, as well as some cards. He raises the mic to his mouth.
Craig Connors: Ladies and gentlemen this is our opening contest, live on BEW Blizzard! And it is for the BEW United States title. Introducing first the challenger. He hails out of Miami, Florida and stands six feet six inches, and weighs 235 pounds. He is the Executioner!
The fans go into boos, some cheer as Executioner makes his stride to the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope and waits in his corner.
Craig: And his opponent, the reigning BEW United States, um excuse me, the reigning BEW "Pacific champion", accompanied by Tybalt, Sidney, and wrestling legend, Misery, A true great in this sport. Hailing from Sunset Beach, California, Shawn Twilight!
"Not For You" by Pearl Jam hits the speakers and the boos begin. Twilight with Sidney in hand and his two friends at their side make their way to the ring. Twilight hands his belt to Connors who departs. As does Twilight's entourage, leaving the two wrestlers in the ring with the ref.
Marty: And Executioner charges Shawn who merely side steps and drops him with a drop toe hold. Shawn sends him into the ropes and catches him with a flying forearm. And drops a leg across the chest.
Doug: Nice chain of moves as Twilight applies an armbar and Executioner looks to be in pain. But he won't quit. Twilight releases and EX walks right into a lariat!
Marty: Twilight climbing up on that second buckle and comes off with an elbow, no! He missed as EX rolled out of the way in the nick of time. Shawn pops right back up though and goes back to work on EX.....
Doug: But EX nails him with a lowblow! The ref is admonishing him for it and what a cheap shot. EX up to both feet now and Twilight swings with a right hand but EX blocks that and nails Shawn with a right hand of his own, and another, and another!
Marty: Shawn is reeling and EX slaps a suplex on, and sends him down. EX with a few stomps to the chest and he applies a figure four, Shawn reaching for those ropes, and he's got them.
The ref begins to count and EX breaks at four. Grabbing Shawn by the hair he sends him into the corner and follows up with a big splash crushing Twilight into the buckles. As Shawn comes out EX lifts him up in powerbomb position, Shawn however reverses and flips EX over for a pinfall.
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Doug: No! And EX kicks out. Shawn came out of nowhere with that rollup from up high in the powerbomb. Nice move. Shawn hits EX with a Russian Legsweep. EX back up and gets put down with a bodyslam. Shawn with a falling fist right onto the forehead of EX.
Marty: EX rolling around on the mat and Shawn lifts him up and places him on that top buckle. The crowd on it's feet here, Shawn up with EX, and down with a superplex! Shawn not qite finished as he slaps on the Miser's Grasp!
Twilight sinches in the Miser's Grasp and EX begins to fade. Shawn releases the hold however and brings EX to his feet. He sinches him and plants him down with the Hero's Suplex.
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Craig Connors: Ladies and the gentlemen, your winner, and still BEW "Pacific" champion. Shawn Twilight!
Twilight takes his belt and puts it over his shoulder. He taks Sidney by the hand and he departs with his wife and two friends, ignoring the boos. Even the few cheers one would assume.
Marty: Pretty much what I expected. But EX has promise. A loss, but a setback he can overcome. In any case Twilight wins once again and leaves with his belt. Still looking for the BEW World title I bet. You know the events at Livin' On A Prayer have not been forgotten.
Doug: Not in the least......
Marty: Well folks it's time for the much anticipated Three Way Dance for the World title shot at the New Year's edition of Blitz. The rules are simple. It's an elimination style, traditional Three Way Dance. Pinfalls and submissions win it, no disqualifications or countouts which means anything goes. Last man standing wins it all. Let's go to Craig and cut right to the action as is our style here in the BEW.
Craig Connors: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a Three Way Dance in which the winner is awarded with a World title shot next Friday at Blitz. Intorducing first hailing out of the Lonestar State of Texas, standing nearly seven feet in height and weighing 285 pounds here is "Terrible" Tank Fury!
"Bad To The Bone" by Steppenwolf starts up over the speakers and the fans go wild as the "Toughest asshole to ever come outta Texas" the 6'9" 285 pound Texan, "Terrible" Tank Fury makes his way through the curtain with a white towel over his head and his infamous Texas Bullrope in his right hand. As he walks down the aisle with a very determined and pissed off look on his face the fans can be heard chanting in unision, "TANK! TANK! TANK!" over and over again. He makes his way into the ring and holds his fists in the air as the fans blow roof off the arena. He then grabs the mic from Craig and begins to speak.
TANK FURY- Midnight, Devastator... this is it, there's no where to run... and nowhere to hide, so why don't you two dumb bastards get your ass in this ring now so that this sold out crowd here at the Continental Airlines can see me kick your ass!!!
He throws the mic back to Craig as the fans go nuts again. Tank then sits on the top turnbuckle waving out Angel Midnight and Devastator and waits for their arrivals.
Craig Connors: Introducing next, hailing from the borough of Brooklyn in New York City, NY. Weighing in at a massive 375 pounds, and standing a huge six feet ten inches, here is Angel Midnight!
"Through The Eye of the Pig" by Cypress Hill begins to play and the fans start the booing, with a few cheers mixed in. Angel Midnight makes his way to the ring and walks up the ringsteps and waits opposite of Fury.
Craig Connors: And the third and final participant, coming from parts unknown, a mysterious man, a champion wherever he's gone. Here is Devastator!
"The Immortals" by Encounter the Ultimate replaces the sounds of Cypress Hill as the fans begin to cheer again for Devastator who walks with a look of determination in his eyes. Slapping hands with a few fans he circles the ring looking at his two opponents before getting into the ring. As he's doing this over the PA "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" blares. Then the voice of none other than Latex Lex is heard.
Lex: Hey Fury, just so you know I haven't forgotten about you either stud. Here's a little reminder for you to remind you of me. Consider this an early Christmas present for you and all those hard working folks you keep talking about! Ladies and gents, The Raunchy Ranchers!!!
Over the P.A., the backgound music for The Village People's "YMCA" starts to play. Out from behind the curtains and onto the entrance ramp prance 5 "cowboys". They wear Gold sparkecovered cowboy hats, hot pink champs and shiny spurs. They really like their shiny spurs and their outfits are topped off by little black g-strings that leave NOTHING to the imagaination. The men start to do a line dance as they sing alternative lyrics to the popular song.
Ranchers: FURY! You come out and talk really rough.
FURY! Thinks all Texans are tough.
FURY! Says he don't stand for no queers.
FURY! Like to curse us with jeers.
FURY! Like to smear us with taunts.
But we've seen him in some of our haunts.
Tank Fury's a queer
That cowpolk takes it up the rear
Tanks a big hypocirite
That redneck likes to pack shit
and his ass is less than a tight fit.
Tank Fury's a queer
He stole the hampster of Richard Gere
Tank will bend it for steers.
Tank will go down on queers.
Much like all of his Texas peers.
Texans are queer.
They like it up the rear.
Those good ol' boys are all fruits.
They have really wide shoots.
cuz thats where they put thier boots.
The men clap for the following.
Lex wants you.
Lex wants you.
Lex's gonna beat the hell out of you.
Lex will beat you black.
Lex will beat you blue.
and then Lex may have a match with you .
Lex is mean.
Lex is sick.
Lex has got a foot and a half long prick.
Fury's ugly.
Fury's dumb.
Fury's in trouble when JOHNSON! cums!
They finish up with bows and courtseys and blow kisses to the audience and the men who are in the ring. The fans respond with a mixed response from being both disgusted and entertained. All the wrestlers look on with disgust ESPECIALLY Tank Fury who is seething with anger.
Marty: And Devastator with a tackle on Fury who was distracted there. And Devastator laying into him with lefts and rights. There's Angel Midnight with a kick to the back of Dev who falls to the mat. Midnight picks him up sends him to the ropes, and over with a sunset flip.
Doug: Ha ha ha ha ha. Lex is great. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Marty: I worry for you sometimes Doug.
Doug: Awww please don't. Here's Fury back to his feet. And Midnight has Devastator up against the buckles and it laying in with chops. WHOOO! He doesn't see Fury coming up behind him
Marty: Fury with a back rake on Midnight who turns into a hiptoss takedown. Dev out of the corner wobbly, and Fury squares away a nice DDT on him! Fury to that second buckle lining up Midnight who's now getting to his feet. He's off.....
Doug: And the huge Angel Midnight catches Fury in midair and puts him down with a fallway slam! Midnight slaps a rear chinlock on Fury and sinches it in. Remember, you can only be eliminated by pinfall or submission in this match, no dqs or countouts.
Marty: Midnight releases the hold and picks Fury up off the mat and slings him over his shoulder, and drops him throat first onto the top rope! Fury rolls to the outside. Dev is in the corner taking a break and he flies out of there with a superkick to Midnight, and catches him right on the chin!
Doug: Dev grabs Midnight by the hair and nails him with a reverse neckbreaker. He goes for the cover.
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Doug: No, the count broken by Fury who's weilding a chair! He just hit Dev across the back and now he's pounding him with it. He turns to Midnight, and hits him with the chair! Look at the dents in that thing!
Marty: Fury lays the chair out on the mat and scoops Midnight up off the mat. He lifts him up, and puts him down on that chair with a suplex! Fury now going after Dev, the chair still in place. But Dev with a punch to the gut, and follows that up with a kick to the head! Dev on both feet now and a spinning heel kick!
Doug: Fury sent flying and Dev grabs that chair and heads to the top buckle. He holds that chair up high and comes off with an Arabian Face Buster onto Fury! He busted him open. Blood in Fury's mouth. Dev covers him.
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Marty: And the count if broken by Angel Midnight. Dev turns his attention to him and now they're slugging it out. Fists are flying and Dev gets the advantage on Midnight and gets him up against the ropes.....and a clothesline sends Midnight to the mats below. Dev grabs those ropes, and flies over and down onto Midnight flattening him!
Doug: Dev looking impressive in his first BEW match. We saw him awhile back on Blitz. The fans cheering him on.
Marty: Fury looks pissed as he's out here by us on the opposite side of the ring. He's ripped one of those monitors right off our table! He's charging around the ring and Dev is busy slamming Midnight's face into the railing. Fury slams the monitor right in the back of Devastator's head! He might have knocked him out. Fury choking Dev now and remember you can't be dqed so noone is going to stop this.
Doug: Angel Midnight can once he realizes where he is, he's busted open from the forehead. Fury has a camera cord and now he's choking Dev with that! My god this man's an animal.
Marty: It seems Midnight has remembered where he is and he's going to get a table from under the ring. And he has one and is propping it up on the railing and the ring apron, not even using the legs meaning it'll it twice as much when someone goes through it with no support.
Doug: Fury has Dev setup and he's going to powerbomb him right here on the outside, but Dev shifts his weight and rolls Fury up with a hurricarana, the ref a little late getting out there.
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Marty: And Angel Midnight with a slap to Dev's face causing him to break. Dev locks up with him and Midnight sends Dev up and down with an atomic drop! And another! Dev a bit groggy and he walks right into a Canon Clothesline from Tank Fury!
Doug: Look at Midnight, he's telling Fury something and Tank is dragging Dev over to that table that was setup a bit earlier. Tank throws Dev on top and gets up himself, and he's putting him in piledriver position!
Marty: Not just a piledriver as Midnight climbs to that second buckle and jumps off, driving Dev through that table with a spike piledriver! Midnight makes the cover.
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Doug: And Fury breaks that pin attempt. Might not be a very wise move. Midnight looks pissed and he charges Fury and drives him spine first into the ringpost! What's Midnight doing?! He's going for Tank Fury's Texas Bullrope. He's got it and he's heading back over to Fury. He wraps it around his neck! But there's Dev who's now bloodied as well, looks like the top of his head is bleeding.
Marty: Dev pokes Midnight in the eye and hits a spinning neckbreaker. He grabs a chair from that sea of fans and takes it to Midnight! Fury has that Bullrope now and he wraps it around Midnight's neck! Dev continuing to pound away at Midnight with chairshots over the head!
Doug: Fury going into the ring leaving Dev to pummel Midnight and he's tying that Bullrope to the top buckle. Midnight is a few inches off the ground and Dev nails one last punch to the gut and goes into the ring to meet Fury.
Marty: Midnight looks like he's almost blacking out and the ref is trying to free him. Fury with a kick to the gut and another pliedriver onto Dev! Fury slaps a camel clutch on and the ref isn't there. He's still trying to free Midnight.
Fury grinds the move in for another minute before the ref returns to the action after freeing Midnight, who falls to the arena floor. Fury hits a Tree of Woe and as he goes for the cover Midnight gets into the ring with the Bullrope and ties it around his neck. He drags Fury to the corner and starts to lay into him with stomps and finally a boot across the neck. Fury starts to cough and kick in the corner. Dev meanwhile is back on his feet taking a breather.
Doug: And Fury's in pain and Midnight isn't finished. He has Fury up to his feet and he lifts him up, and goes back down with a huge Death Valley Driver! What a move! But Midnight isn't going for the cover. He turns to where Dev is and charges in with a shoulderblock flooring him!
Marty: Midnight grabs Dev by the hair and throws the smaller man over his shoulder. He starts a jog, and slams Dev into the mat with a powerslam! He's going for another one! Up and down! One more time?!
Doug: Geez calm down, Midnight signalling to the crowd that he's going for number three, but Dev slides off and Midnight turns into a small package!
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Doug: Bye bye Angel Midnight, what a nice move by Dev, but he's still hurting.
Marty: As is Tank Fury who's coughing up blood. But he's on his feet. What's that? Listen Marty.
"Sad But True" by Metallica starts to play over the P.A. and Extreme Warrior of WCIWA fame starts to make his way to the ring with a crowbar in his right hand. He waits on the outside and watches as Fury takes the padding off of the turnbuckle and heads over to a groggy Devastator.
Doug: Dev in trouble and Fury with the Irish Whip, and Dev hits that exposed buckle chestfirst! The ref checking on him now and he sees the exposed buckle.
Marty: But it's no disqualification remember Doug.
As the ref is checking on Dev, Extreme Warrior slides into the ring and brandishing the crowbar, hits Fury in the back. After doing this Extreme Warrior heads back up the aisle. Dev crawls over holding his chest and covers Tank Fury.
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Doug: Fury kicks out! He's not done yet, Dev slowly getting to his feet, bringing Fury to his feet as well. And he hits a Pump Handle Slam. And follows with an elbowdrop onto Fury. Devastator looks about ready to finish it here as he heads to the corner and starts a climb to the top buckle.
Marty: Fury is up and Dev is in position. Moonsault onto the standing Tank Fury!
Doug: No! Fury moved and Dev was still able to land on his feet, he pops back up and right into a Canon Clothesline!
Marty: And here's the cover!
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Doug: And Tank Fury has the title shot next week at Blitz! My god he came out of nowhere with that move and was able to knock enough wind out of Dev to keep him down for the three count. Devastator looks dejected as he rolls out of the ring and walks up the aisle with his head held low and hands on his hips.
Tank Fury throws his fists in the air as the fans give him the loudest pop of the night and are chanting his name, "TANK! TANK! TANK!" over and over again. As he makes his way up the aisle back to his locker room, he looks into the camera next to him and says,"Virus you're next!" Then pushes the camera out of his face and walks through the curtain into the back. Craig Connors is back in the ring.
Craig Connors: BEW fans let's cut right back to the action with a bout for the BEW Television title! Ladies and gentlemen I give to you the challenger. A man known for his hardcore edge, coming out of Cyro, Egypt here is Jon Prophet!
The fans boo in unison and "You've Got Another Thing Coming" by Judas Priest hits the speakers. As the music continues the fans settle down realizing it isn't Prophet's music. Instead, BEW Owner and President Micheal Merrix starts down with a bounce in his step. A navy blue Armani suit on, gold flashing, he slaps hands with a few fans and has the usual smile on his face. He takes the mic from Craig and raises it to his mouth.
-BEW President Micheal Merrix: On behalf of the BEW I'd like to thank you for such a great turnout here for Blizzard. And let me wish you all here and at home a happy and healthy holiday season. And rest assured the BEW is back in the saddle and it's all buisness from here on out.
About the match for the Television title I regretfully inform you that Smokey suffered some injuries under "shady circumstances" and cannot defend against Jon Prophet here tonight. Therefore I'll be signing that rematch as soon as Smokey is healthy. I'm sorry.
Now it would seem that there are a few, let's say, "competitors" out there. One tried to be an exact duplicate of Big East Wrestling and I shut them down in a day with a little propaganda. Other great organazations have closed sadly, like the WCIWA. But to the ones that will soon be opening, and are open right now. Good luck trying to top what I've made into a success in a short span of time. I've signed great superstars, and on their contracts they're pretty much kept here and nowhere else unless they want to be fired. And everyone knows I won't hesitate to do that. I may have had to take a leave of absence, and Blitz had to be canceled for other reasons, but now that I'm back expect some changes, and some new additions making this, as always, the East Coast's Finest wrestling!
And whenever you decide to step on my toes, and threaten the BEW, well needless to say, I will excercise the power I hold and crush you.....
Speaking of those new additions let me make a few announcements. At this upcoming Blitz the BEW will be unveiling it's newest title, the Hardcore title. The champ will be determined with a tourney that will take place every week until we get to the finals. I'm also proud to announce the newest night of action that will come to you on Tuesdays. Tuesday Terror will further add to the action that only Big East Wrestling can bring you. The first Terror will take place in Toronto, Ontario, Canada in lovely Canada the week after next.
Last but not least I want to speak about the lawlessness that some people think the BEW is about and condones. This also ties in with a few arrivals that can turn this place upside down like it has so many other wrestling organazations. I don't want that happening here and I won't let it. This still is MY fed. So in order to help me keep this place in order, and to keep certain groups and factions in line, I'm going to be forming my own "task force" over the next few weeks. A group of merecenaries that'll get paid to crack skulls when I tell them too. And I've found a man to lead this task force, and also serve as my newsest bodyguard. Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to introduce to you a superstar in the making, hailing from my hometown across the Hudson River, ladies and gentlemen the Magnificent One himself, here is Mikey Firewater!
"Money, Power, Respect" by the LOX featuring Lil' Kim starts to play and the fans begin to give applause as Mikey walks out, dressed in some jeans and with Timberlands on his feet. His hair slicked back into a ponytail he has a "BEW Security" T-Shirt on. His muscles ripped. He steps into the ring through the ropes and stands next to President Merrix who offers him the mic.
Mikey Firewater: Thanks Mike, lovely name by the way. What can I say? I was in the MOATF making my debut, ready to rip the World title off of some old geezer and then I get a phone call telling me I'm out of work. So it's back to the gym. Until this man right here, through a mutual "friend", gave me a job. An easy job at that. I get paid and get my first big break in this buisness. Well boss I'm not the nicest guy, but if you're paying my bills I'll kick some guys around. Things are about to change around here, so get used to it, rules will be enforced......so I welcome all the toughguys to start the sneak attacks, and all the factions to start their "takeovers"......Merry Christmas.......
Firewater drops the mic to the mat and steps back through the ropes and heads up the aisle. President Merrix in tow. The fans give a mixed reaction as Craig Connors picks the mic up to make the introductions for the next match. Crews starting to setup a cage and dump weapons in the ring.
Craig Connors: Ladies and gentlemen Blizzard continues now with another anticipated title match, this one for the BEW Atlantic title and will happen in a 15 foot high cage filled with weapons. The ex-champ goes after his title against the man claiming to be the rightful number one World title contender. Introducing first, the Preacher of the Future, the man who's known for his vile ways and is hated by every man he's ever crossed in the ring. Weighing 256 pounds and standin tall at six feet five inches, ladies and gentlemen accompanied by Taylor Smith and Ravenne, Vice!
"Killing In The Name Of" by Rage Against The Machine starts to play and the fans respond with the loudest boos of the night. Vice walks out with his followers and ignores the jeers. A few soda cups are thrown but still he ignores it. He gets into the ring where he slumps down into the corner and waits. The scene suddenly switches to Jaigo's lockeroom. President Merrix is seen trying to calm Jaigo down. Merrix begins to speak.
-BEW President Micheal Merrix: Come on Jaigo you aren't hurt bad enough to miss your match.
Jaigo: Dammit! Yes I am!
BEW President Micheal Merrix: I won't argue with you. Besides I pay your damn check and I'll just have to influence you a bit. You will get in that ring tonight and face Vice. Or else your fired.
Jaigo: What the hell?! That's not fair damn you! I can't wrestle on this thing!
BEW President Micheal Merrix: You heard what I said.
President Merrix hits Jaigo on his ankle and Jaigo screams as the scene shifts back to Craig Connors in the ring.
Craig Connors: And his opponent, the reigning BEW Atalantic champion, hailing from right here in New Jersey. I give to you, Jaigo!
President Merrix comes down to ring side, grabs a mic and speaks.
BEW President Micheal Merrix: Jaigo, you have 30 seconds to get to the ring or your title will be handed to Vice and your BEW contract will be ripped up.
Merrix and the crowd count down.
30,29,28,27,26,25,24,23,22,21,20,19,18,17,16,15,14,13,12,11,10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1,0.
Merrix gets on the mic.
BEW President Micheal Merrix: Okay I told you I was gonna do it. The winner of the match and.....
Jaigo's theme music starts playing. Jaigo is seen being wheeled out in a wheelchair by a doctor. Merrix has a "give me a break" look on his face. Jaigo has a mic and speaks.
Jaigo: Merrix you made my injuries worse! You made me a cripple! I can't wrestle now!
BEW President Micheal Merrix: You better get in this ring.
Jaigo: But I don't wanna!
BEW President Micheal Merrix: Now!
Jaigo:Okay, okay..don't have a heart attack.
The doctor wheels Jaigo to the ringsteps. Then goes under the ring and pulls out a long piece of board which he sets up on the stairs as a ramp. He wheels Jaigo up onto the apron and helps him into the cage. Jaigo and the doctor are in the middle of the ring, Jaigo in the chair again. The doctor goes over and leaves the cage, the bell sounds for the match to begin. Merrix speaks again.