JH: Welcome back. James Clark made his entrance during the break

ST: Now, I'm never the one that likes to hear the fans cheer, but who are they going to cheer for during this match. Neither of these men are exactly alter boys

Clark is standing in the ring waiting for Masters to make his entrance.

JH: Now, who would you cheer for?

ST: Masters

JH: why?

ST: He's the better bad guy

JH: Well, here is his chance to prove that tongiht.

## The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target ## ## Two times the devil with all the significance ## ## Dragged and raped for the love of a mob ## ## I can't stay - because I can't be stopped ##

The lights go dim as "I am Hated" by Slipknot blares over the PA. Images of some of Masters past matches flash over the big screen as we wait for him to step from behind the curtain. We see images of John Mcdonough passing out to Masters signiture hold, Deke Carter tapping out to the same hold, and then J.W. Oswald escaping it. Then the images switch to the brutal beetdown Masters gave Clark last week before they become to fast to recognize.

## Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us ## ## I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses ## ## Let me tell you how it's gonna be ## ## I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me ##

Masters steps from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is wearing black trunks with "the Ruler" written down the sides in blood red lettering. On the back we see the word "Masters." Red wrestling boots complete his outfit.

## Welcome to the same ol' fuckin' scam ## ## Same ol shit in a dead fad ## ## Everybody wants to be so hard ## ## Are you real or a second rate sports card? ##

ST: See, there were some cheers

JH: Yeah, from those that share his views on certain controversial subjects, or those that can appreciate his emense talent that gets lost in everything else he does.

ST: Either that or they looking foward to another brutal annialation of Clark, like last week.

JH: Well, Clark did win that match, and now that there are no rules, he will be expecting it.

## They all lost their dad or their wife just died ## ## They never got to go outside - SHUT UP ## ## Nobody gives a fuck ## ## It doesn't change the fact that you suck ##

[Masters begins his approach to the ring. Clark begins to rock back and forth on his feet as Masters draws closer]

## We are The anti-cancer ## ## We are The only answer ## ## Stripped down,we want you dead ## ## But what's inside of me,you'll never know ##

ST: Masters slides under the ropes and is wasting no time going straight for Clark with a flurry of rights and lefts…

JH: OOH!!! Clark blocked that final left and there goes Masters into the corner!

ST: Clark is choking “The Ruler” with his boot. Here comes Dan Russo with the count.

JH: Referee Dan Russo backs Clark forces himself between the two men, it may be no holds barred, but it has some rules.

ST: Clark breaks the hold obviously. Now the little English pipsqueak is getting in Dan’s face!

JH: Yeah well he better watch out Schaef, because Masters is back up!

ST: Masters quickly regains his breath, and charges out of the corner clipping Clark's right knee.

JH: Clark drops to one knee, and Masters is quickly back to his feet…Spinning Heel Kick!

ST: Masters just nailed Clark in the face, What a guy!

JH: I take it you have decided which of these two to root for huh?

Schaef nods his head emphatically.

ST: If you're Clark's dentist, you'd better clear your calendar!

JH: Clark slowly getting back to his feet.

ST: And here comes Masters with a Standing Dropkick!

JH: Clark was driven back into the corner by that hit, over comes Masters.

ST: And Masters begins beating him down to the mat with a barrage of kicks!

The Crowd counts along with the kicks.

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JH: Finally Masters finishes kicking the Downed James Clark and begins to back up to the opposing corner...

ST: Here he comes!

WHAM!

JH: Masters just planted a baseball slide squarely on the mouth of Clark, snapping his head back into the turnbuckle!

ST: COVER!!! COVER!!!

JH: Dan Russo going down for the count.

1…

2…

3…NO!

ST: Clark got his foot on the ropes, the match will continue!

JH: Bleeding from the mouth, Clark slides out to the floor and sluggishly pulls himself to his feet.

ST: Won’t do him a lick of good! Masters is headed up top!

JH: Masters extending both arms…Cross Body Block!

ST: DEAR LORD!

JH: Clark Moved! He moved! Masters landed right on the railing!

ST: Clark resting against the rail for a second as Masters tries to get up.

JH: Clark takes Masters by the hair lifting him to his feet...SMACK! The arena echoes with the slap from Clark right across Masters' face!

ST: Masters reeling after that blow he turns around to face off against Clark

JH: Another Smack to the face sends Masters stumbling back! Care to rethink who you cheer for this time around Schaef?

ST: NO! Clark grabs Masters left arm and whipping him to…

JH: Not today! Masters counters with a snap kick… lift up…

ST: POWERSLAM! I Still say that Masters is going to take this match and the TSW Championship!

JH: Masters slowly makes his way to Clark and lifts him up.

ST: Clark grabs Masters, he’s going for a release Suplex on those same steps he tried to put him into! Watch out Ricky!

JH: The Suplex attempt, blocked by Masters. Clark tries again…

ST: Again Masters Blocks! Reversal! Reversal!

WHUMP… SMASH! *MEGA POP*

JH: RICKY MASTERS JUST PUT JAMES CLARK AND HIMSELF DOWN WITH THAT SUPLEX ONTO THOSE STEEL STEPS!

ST: Both men are down! Dear Lord! Either one could be dead from that move!

JH: Clark the first to try to make it up, pulling himself into the ring.

ST: He better watch out, here comes Masters!

JH: Both slowly get to their feet with the aid of the ropes.

ST: And here we come with the old fashioned Slug fest.

JH: There it is, that old fashioned exchange of lefts and rights. Clark gets the upper hand with a left to the jaw of Masters!

ST: Oooh Masters stumbles back reeling, and here comes Clark with a clothesline!

JH: Masters ducks right and doubles Clark over with a low blow!

ST: He’s setting up Clark! Here it comes… DDT!

JH: Masters just planted Clark with a massive DDT! Quick cover…

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2…

ST: NO! Not again! Clark once again with his foot on the ropes!

JH: What is he doing? Waiting for Clark to get to his feet?

ST: NO! Masters across the ring into the opposite Ropes… He nailed Clark with a Flying Elbow!

JH: He also caught referee Dan Russo with his heels!

ST: Bah! Who cares? He’s just a referee!

JH: Maybe his wife and children care?

ST: Well? Who cares about them? It’s not like they actually matter anyhow!

Jimmy sighs at the naievity of his companion.

ST: Masters climbs the top rope and launches...WHAM! Masters connects with De Lena's head with the chair.

JH: Ricky Masters rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair, slides back into the ring, and gets up to his feet.

ST: Damn. Clark sat up.

JH: Well, Referee Dan Russo is still down and out.

ST: Then he won’t see Masters Slamming Clark in the head with that Chair!

JH: Schaef? It wouldn’t matter!! Don’t you ever read the bulletins about the matches?

ST: We get bulletins? Sweet!

JH: The ropes are the only thing holding Clark up as Masters continues beating him with that chair.

ST: My Hero.

JH: Referee Russo slowly getting himself back up. Obviously woozy from that hit he took to the head.

ST: Yeah well if he wanted to play it safe he should have become a cab driver.

JH: The Referee Russo pushes Masters back and checks on Clark asking him if he wants to continue.

ST: He has got to be an idiot! He just pushed the referee out of the way and is trying to get up! Stay down! Play Dead! Roll Over! Sit Fido Sit!

JH: Schaef?

ST: *Twitch*

JH: Masters with a kick to the head...NO! Clark catches it and sends him to the canvas.

ST: Clark with both legs now...slingshot into the turnbuckle!

JH: Clark now sitting Masters on the top rope...

ST: Clark with a backdrop off the top rope!

JH: Clark's slow to get up over to Masters… That move must have taken a lot out of him!

ST: Or maybe those chair shots to the cranium did.

JH: Clark slowly pulls Masters to his feet…fallaway slam!

ST: Clark positioning Masters back onto the top rope…

JH: LOOK OUT!

The mexican announcing team dodges away from their table as Clark heaves Masters into the air sending him crashing through the table.

ST: Who cares? It’s not like they counted, they are probably illegally here anyway!

JH: Clark back to his feet, presses the limp Masters over his head and heaves him back first into the ring post!

ST: EEP!!!

JH: Clark pulls Masters back to his feet again and rolls him into the ring.

ST: Standing Boston Crab by Clark.

JH: Here comes Russo to check on Masters.

ST: Of course he won’t tap! He is the RULER!

JH: Ok Schaef, now you are starting to scare me. That is not a good thing.

ST: I LIKE IT!

JH: Slowly, so very slowly, Masters finally hooks his hand on the bottom rope.

ST: Clark slow to release the hold, finally lets up and steps away from Masters.

JH: Masters slowly trying to pull himself up to a stand.

ST: Clark over helping him up… Russian Leg Sweep… NO!

JH: Masters reversed the Russian Leg Sweep and just slammed Clark face first into the canvas!

ST: WHEE!!! Look at him go! Masters back up grabbing that chair again!

JH: Referee Dan Russo has had enough! He just ripped that chair out of Ricky Masters hands!

ST: He shouldn’t have done that!

JH: I’m inclined to agree with you Schaef.

ST: Masters with the standing drop kick through the chair and onto Referee Dan Russo! Take that Dan!

JH: Russo hit the canvas like a sack of potatoes. Clark still out of it after that odd face plant. What the hell!!

ST: Masters! He just grabbed referee Dan Russo, and POWERBOMBED him onto James Clark!

JH: That is sick!

ST: HE JUST SLAMMED HIM AGAIN!

JH: SECURITY! GET SOMEONE OUT HERE TO STOP THIS!

ST: THEY CAN’T! ANYTHING IS LEGAL! GET ANOTHER REF!

JH: Masters with another Powerbomb using the referee as a weapon!

ST: Masters tosses Russo to the side and pulls the bloody body of James “MINI-LEE” Clark into the center of the ring!

JH: Here comes another referee!

ST: RICKY MASTERS JUST LOCKED JAMES CLARK IN “THE SLOW RIDE TO HELL”! IT’S OVER!!!

JH: Get in there Ref!

ST: Yeah! Do your Job!

JH: And indeed he is doing so. Clarks hand raises once.

ST: IT FALLS!!! WOO!!!

JH: Up it comes a second time…

ST: THAT’S TWICE!!! ONLY ONE MORE!!!

JH: Indeed, the Referee raises James Clark’s hand one final time and releases…

ST: THREE!!! It’s over!

JH: Ricky Masters is the new TSW Champion. From bad to worse!

And indeed it is, both James Clark, and for the fans, because the show fades to commercial at that note.