HD: Tag Battle Royal

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*BbwWbAhmotherfuckerLlIiiBbbEErRrAATtTeeyYyOUUurRrMmmMmMiIInNnDddDd!!*

"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

COLE
Looks like we're going to be joined by the 24/7 Champion!

COACH
Aw yeah! When Big Bo's around, everybody gets some action. Even the Coach! That's how cool he is.

Bohemoth strolls to the ring with his 24/7 Championship proudly over his shoulder, the perfect accessory to his snappy suit and orange tinted sunglasses. Bo cooly breezes around the ring and towards Sofa Central, Cole and Coach standing to attention because he's so damn cool. Did I mention Bo = cool? Because he does. Setting down his belt, Bo puts on Caboose's headset (remember him?) and sets himself down, just as "Don't Believe The Hype" by Public Enemy hits.

COLE
We're set to determine the placings in the House Rules Relay and we're joined by Bohemoth here at ringside, good to see you champ.

BOHEMOTH
Pleasure's all mine guys.

COLE
This'll be a six team battle royal, meaning when one man is eliminated then his team is gone. The winners here get the first room in the House Rules Relay and the first shot at you Bohemoth. Runners-up get the second room and so on, with the first team eliminated getting room number 6. A very unique concept, as we send it up to Michael Buffer.

Cut to the ring, as The South Central Militia have just entered.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the House Rules Relay Ranking, Tag Team Battle Royal! The order of elimination in this match will determine the placings in the House Rules Relay Match, with the winners earning the right to be placed first, with the first team eliminated placing sixth. Introducing the teams... first, from South Central L.A., MARCELLUS "ONE-EYE" WALLACE and VINCENT "WHITEY" FORD... THE SOUTH CENTRAL MMMIIIILLLIIIITTIIIIIIAAAAAA!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

The SCM play to the crowd, Wallace taking particular issue with Bohemoth at the announce table. As they do so, "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale hits and the crowd go WILD! Not specifically for one reason, although Biff Atlas does get a great reaction as he steps into view and flexes the biceps. NRG stride out, pointing out a fan laden with NRG merchandise, including the special edition green NRG headband. Limited edition, only $10!

COLE
Here come the team that instigated all this at World Without End.

BOHEMOTH
So they're the ones to blame. Gotcha.

BUFFER
From Venice Beach, California and Fort Lauderdale, Florida respectively, BIFF "SHAMPOO" ATLAS and FLEX PHILLIPS... NUTRITION'S REAL GURUS... N... R... G!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

NRG cautiously enter the ring, with The SCM keeping their distance. For now.

[COLOR=red]*WHIIIR!*
*WHIIIR!*[/COLOR]

"Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you"

BUFFER
From Chicago, Illinois... DR. MAX ANDERSON and DR. STEVEN PIGLEY... THE LLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOVVEEEEE DOCTOORRRRSSSS!!!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Bounding out onto the stage, The Doctors of Doctornomics gyrate to the delight of their female patients, providing them with the precription for their loneliness and/or hot flushes. The Docs perform a quick striptease with their lab coats, tossing them aside before jogging to the ring.

BOHEMOTH
Wow. How would you like these two clowns treating you at your time of need?

COLE
Who, me? Well, I'd probably enjo...

COACH
Don't answer. For the love of God don't answer.

BOHEMOTH
Doctors and nurses, right Mikey?

COLE
...male nurses make a valuable contribution to our health service.

In slide The Docs as "The Good, the Bad & the Ugly theme" by Ennio Morricone plays. All business, the returning (since when and from where, I'm not sure) Lone Star Gunslingers head straight for the ring.

BUFFER
From the Lone Star State... BARON WINDELS and "THE TEXAS TWISTER" JOCK MULLIGAN... THE LONE STAR GUUUUUUUN - SSLLLLIIIINNGGEEEEERRRRSSSS!!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COACH
And now cowboys, that's all we need.

COLE
Hey, I'm meterosexual, just like our guest here!

BOHEMOTH
Right. Just like me.

The ring is filling up now with four teams in, all keeping to seperate corners. The Gunslingers exchange some heated words with The South Central Militia briefly, all interrupted by a fiery explosion at the head of the rampway. Orange smoke plumes across the stage with Lamb Of God's "Omerta" playing in the background, creating an ominous entrance for the always intimidating Hell's Hitmen.

BUFFER
From The Depths Of HELL~!, JINGUS and from Painsville~!, THE SADIST... HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL'S... HHHHIIIIITTMMMMMEEEEEEEEENN!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
And assuming you make it to their environment, Bohemoth, you'll have to take on both of these men in one room. Not an exciting prospect.

BOHEMOTH
I've gotta go through all twelve to win. I'm not overly concerned though.

COLE
Man you are cool.

Into the ring climb the hellish duo, drawing some worried expressions from the other eight men in the ring. JINGUS razzes out his tongue, running his thumb slowly and deliberately across his throat. Biff Atlas freaks and cowers behind his partner. Five teams have entered and now just one remains, "Temperature" by Sean Paul hitting to a giant reaction for the Edmontonians, for the (former) Edmontonian team, The Sk8ter Boiz! Sans dancers, The Boiz seem a little more focused than usual but still find time to play up to their throng of Canadian chicks.

BUFFER
And finally, proudly raised in EDMONTON, ALBERTA CANADA...

"YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

BUFFER
...and now residing in The Real O.C, Laguna Beach California...

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

BUFFER
...THE MARV and HELL MEL... THE SSSSSSKK8888TTEEEEEEERRRRRRR BBBOOOOOOIIIIIZZZZZZZ!!!!

"YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
It's been a torrid time recently for The Boiz, longing for the heady days of their World Tag Team Title reign. Maybe a return to their roots here in Edmonton will be the kickstart that they need.

Hands slapped and cheeks kissed, just the women naturally, in slide The Boiz. And with all six men in the ring, it doesn't take long for all hell to break loose as the bodies pile into the centre and chaos ensues!


*DINGDINGDING!*

COLE
Here we go!

Fists fly from the get-go as the six teams pick up where they left off at World Without End. Mulligan vs. Moe. Vinny vs. Pigley. Flex vs. Anderson. Sadist vs. Windels. JINGUS vs. Mel. And Marv... left to join in with his partner as the twelfth man, Biff Atlas, crouches unseen on the outside of the ring and pleads with the referee to give him a minute to compose himself. That moment won't last long though, as The Sadist lays out Windels and spots Biff on the outside, climbing out of the ring behind the unsuspecting Biff. Biff feigns some warm-ups, busting out some half-hearted jumping jacks. Which become quarter-hearted as the shadow of the 6'9 Sadist looms over him.

BIFF
Eep.

Biff turns and realises he's in trouble, begging off from the bigman. Luckily for him Flex Phillips has spotted his partner's peril and climbs out of the ring, clubbing Sadist from behind with a big double axehandle. Sadist takes it with a smile, so Biff attacks from the front. 

And he's still smiling.

COLE
That's plain creepy.

Both Biff and Flex are now wailing away on The Sadist on the floor, having little to no effect on the pain loving psycho. Out of desperation, NRG both shoot out a hand and grip Sadist by the throat. But Sadist grabs a goozle right back on both men! Sadist smiles through the chokes he's on the end of, NRG beginning to sink a little as slowly their grips on The Sadist's throat slip loose. Help is soon at hand though as The Marv climbs quickly up the turnbuckles and throws up the "RAWK" hand signal, before soaring off the top and wiping out all three men with a death-defying body-press!

COLE
Wow! What a dive from The Marv!

BOHEMOTH
What a dumb move from The Marv.

COLE
Huh?

Sure enough, as Marv pulls himself out of the pile of bodies on the floor, referees across the ring are calling a bemused Hell Mel out of the match! The Edmonton crowd don't like it, but the referees have called it and no amount of fan support will save The Boiz now.

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, THE SK8TER BOIZ are eliminated!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"


[b][i]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE SK8TER BOIZ
LEFT: 1st
ELIMINATED: Nobody
ELIMINATED BY: Nobody
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/i][/b]

COLE
A big mistake from The Marv, who apparantly got caught up in the moment. Technically he went over the top, a judgement call from the referees and whether you agree with it or not, The Sk8ter Boiz are gone.

COACH
So they're number six, right.

COLE
They will accomodate room number six, meaning they will have to rely on you Bohemoth getting through the other five teams to stand a chance at the 24/7 Title.

BOHEMOTH
Let's just say, I'm sure they'll get their chance.

The arguing Boiz are escorted from ringside as back in the ring the action continues unabated. 

JINGUS drops to his knees and lays in a blatant choke on the grounded Baron Windels, which is only stopped when his partner Jock Mulligan comes over and starts to gouge away at the bigman's eyes! Meanwhile it's The Love Doctors paired off with The South Central Militia. Big "One Eye", Marcellus Wallace, pounds away on Dr. Pigley in the corner as Anderson and Santana are left to go at it in centre ring. With his street upbringing, it's no surprise that Vinny wins the fist-fight between the two. With Max dazed, Vinny then goes for a Diamond Cutter, only to get pushed off into the ropes. Back comes Vinny with a clothesline, but Dr. Max ducks underneath and lands a dropkick between the shoulder blades which sends "Whitey" lurching forward and over the top rope...




...but Vinny lands a hand on the apron and manages to push himself right back inside before Dr. Anderson can capitalise!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

COLE
Vincent Santana's reach saved him there, otherwise he was gone!

Vinny manages to catch Anderson with a quick jab of the eyes and tries to turn the tables, hoisting Anderson onto the top rope and attempting to dump him out of the battle royal!

COLE
And now Dr. Anderson's shift in this battle royal might be about to end.

COACH
Paging Dr. Pigley!

Despite that not being an actual page and Dr. Pigley not having his pager to hand in this important battle royal, Steven senses that his partner is in trouble. Weaving away from Marcellus Wallace, Pigley rushes over and pulls Vinny off of his partner, popping him with a quick right hand. A couple more find the mark before Pigley sweeps out the legs. Turning his back on the fallen "Whitey", Pigley then calls on the crowd as he vaults up for a Standing Moonsault...



...but he gets caught in mid-air by JINGUS, who powerbombs Pigley ONTO VINNY!!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
The monster with a monstrous powerbomb! Two for the price of one for JINGUS!

JINGUS stares down at his stacked up opponents, until Dr. Anderson steps into view. He's quickly disposed of with a big clothesline as here comes Marcellus. He gets a clothesline too though, leaving JINGUS standing tall with only The Lone Star Gunslingers standing. Collecting themselves, the natives of the Lone Star State back off the same set of ropes and as JINGUS turns around, he finds both Windels and Mulligan soaring towards him with a double flying shoulderblock! JINGUS doesn't go off his feet though! The LSG try again, connecting with the shoulderblocks but again just bouncing off the evil bigman as he takes little more than a step back in retreat. Looking at each other in confusion, Jock and Baron aren't sure what to think. So the Gunslingers sling some guns, firing off some imaginary rounds from their imaginary handguns.

BOHEMOTH
What is it with people and guns around here?

Hitting the ropes one more time, The Gunslingers converge on JINGUS like it's the Alamo all over again. JINGUS ducks the double clothesline though and as the Texans turn around, JINGUS swings both his mighty arms down, catching both Gunslingers with one mighty Mongolian Chop!

COACH
Looks like the Gunslingers were firing blanks!

COLE
Thats terrible.

COACH
For you, yeah.

COACH
That's not what I... nevermind.

The Texans are dazed, as JINGUS grabs hold of Baron's head, pitching him up and over the top...




...BUT WINDELS LANDS ON THE APRON!!

Meanwhile, JINGUS has gone back on the offence. Grabbing Jock by the arm, JINGUS sends him into a corner with an irish whip. With a head of steam, the bigman then follows in, looking to use his ample backside to crush The Texas Twister in the corner... but NOBODY is home! JINGUS ends up slumped in the corner as Jock rushes into the opposite corner, charging in and nailing JINGUS with a lariat in the corner! He's quickly out of the way though, as Baron Windels sprints in with a corner lariat of his own!

COLE
Give it to the Gunslingers, they're not intimidated by big JINGUS. They're determined to take it to the monster.

Out stumbles JINGUS, as The Gunslingers set him up for a Double Suplex!(?)

COLE
That's not the way to do it though.

BOHEMOTH
No kidding.

Even being two strapping young cowboys, The Gunslingers can't get JINGUS's three hundred, sixty seven pounds off the canvas. Windels and Mulligan continue to try and suplex the bigman. They make absolutely no headway though, as The South Central Militia watch on. The Los Angeles gangstas contemplate helping out the cowboys against the evil monster from hell (don't you just love the tag division!) for a while, but eventually they take the more expected route, sneaking up behind...





...AND PITCHING THE GUNSLINGERS OVER THE TOP ON ADJACENT SIDES!!!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
The Guns have been slung!


[b][i]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE LONE STAR GUNSLINGERS
LEFT: 2nd
ELIMINATED: Nobody
ELIMINATED BY: The South Central Militia
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/i][/b]

In the ring The South Central Milita celebrate their elimination of the Texans...






...A LITTLE TOO EARLY, AS NRG SNEAK IN AND HURL THEM TO THE FLOOR!!

"YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"


[b][i]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE SOUTH CENTRAL MILITIA
LEFT: 3rd
ELIMINATED: The Lone Star Gunslingers
ELIMINATED BY: NRG
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/i][/b]

COLE
Just like that, we're down to six! Three teams remain and The Gunslingers and The South Central Militia will be sweating on their opportunity at the 24/7 Title in rooms 5 and 4 respectively.

BOHEMOTH
This is really confusing.

COACH
You're telling me.

Sure enough, The Militia and The Gunslingers' tempers boil over and the four start brawling on the floor! Luckily for the referees they seem to be brawling off towards the back, so they decide to just let them get on with it.

Meanwhile, it's down to three teams. NRG don't make the same mistake as The SCM and quickly get their minds back on the action, which basically involves targetting JINGUS. Biff and Flex tee off with alternate right hands on the monster, before sending him into the corner with a double irish whip. Nodding to each other, Biff and Flex then set up in the opposite corner, Flex whipping his partner in with an avalanche! Biff keeps pumping those knees and jogs around in a circular motion back to the corner, while Flex follows in with his avalanche. Same deal, keeping in motion, as Biff comes in with his second avalanche. Flex connects with another avalanche, followed closely by Biff yet once more! Biff then bides his time with some jumping jacks, while Flex runs in to complete NRG's patented Flexercise Regime...


*SMACK!*

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

...but runs into a big, big, BIG BOOT from The Sadist!!

COLE
Wow! All that cardio, all for nought!

BOHEMOTH
At least it was just his face. No damage done.

COACH
So burned.

Blissfully unaware of what's happened behind him, Biff continues to bust out the jumping jacks. As he begins to tire he checks his pulse, apparantly at the right bpm as he turns around...to be confronted by both of Hell's Hitmen.


BIFF
:O


Biff, bless him, collapses to the canvas in shock. He hasn't quite fainted, allowing him to try and scurry from the ring like the proverbial scolded dog. JINGUS catches him by the leg though and drags Biff back into the centre of the ring. Or, alternatively, the pits of HELL~! The forgotten men in all this are The Love Doctors and they show no favouritism as they drag Flex Phillips back up, setting him on the ropes and trying to dump him out!

COLE
It doesn't look good for NRG, whichever way you look at it.

As Flex struggles to keep his feet on solid canvas, Biff is left with Hell's Hitmen. Biff tries to beg off, but Hell's Hitmen know no mercy. JINGUS fires off a Mongolian Chop, then hands him off to The Sadist who locks on the Cobra Clutch!

COLE
How about it, a show of wrestling from The Sadist!

Biff struggles briefly, but for some reason The Sadist spares him. Releasing the clutch, Sadist instead picks Biff up and drops him with a backbreaker, keeping him pinned over the right knee as JINGUS heaves his mighty frame up onto the middle rope! The crowd seem as shocked as Biff does, eyes popping in fear as JINGUS carefully stands up on the middle rope, the rope buckling scarily (especially for the ring crew) underneath his 347 pounds as he drops off with an elbow, flipping Biff off of Sadist's knee!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

COLE
The Desecration Device!

COACH
They just demolished him!

COLE
It's not subliminal if you make a pun out of it Coach.

COACH
Sorry, couldn't resist.

Across the ring, Flex has fought off the competition from The Love Doctors. And as The Hell's Hitmen turn, Flex charges, mowing down JINGUS with the Flex Express! Flex takes it to The Sadist with right hands now, as The Docs notice JINGUS down and make their move, stomping away on the prone big guy. Dropping to his knees, Dr. Anderson then holds JINGUS down as Dr. Pigley drops it like it's hot, shaking it like a polaroid picture on the way back up and hitting a textbook Standing Moonsault!

"YYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

That puts JINGUS down, but only momentarily, as as soon as Pigley rolls off of him JINGUS sits right back up. Anderson puts him back down with a basement dropkick to the face though, rolling back through to his feet to find a helpful pointer from his partner. Sadist and Flex tussle on the ropes and The Docs nod, rushing over and tipping the tussle over...




...BUT SADIST AND PHILLIPS HANG ON TO THE ROPES!!

COLE
WOAH! I'm not sure what happens if they both go at the same time.

BOHEMOTH
Somebody in the back freaks out.

COLE
Touché.

Both hanging on by one arm, Sadist and Flex manage to pull themselves back onto the apron. And despite The Love Doctors lurking, Sadist and Flex start to exchange haymakers on the apron! The Doctors of Doctornomics look rightfully confused but conspire again to rush around into the ropes on the opposite side. They don't make it far though, as they turn around into Biff Atlas and a punch a-piece, left for Max, right for Steven!


"BIFF!"

Double punch.

"BIFF!"

Double punch.

"BIFF!"

Double punch.

"BIFF!"

Wind-up...


"WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..."





...and a BIG double punch, putting both the Doctors down!!

"BIFF!!"

BOHEMOTH
That seems familiar.

With The Docs down, Biff now points out Sadist and hits the ropes. Charging across the ring Biff looks to bundle Sadist off the apron and to the floor, thus eliminating Hell's Hitmen from the battle royal...



...but Sadist pulls Flex in the way...




...and Biff JUST puts the brakes on in time!

BIFF
Oh thank Go...


*CLUNK!*

COLE
Double-noggin knocker by The Sadist! 

Biff collapses backwards as Flex fortunately falls forward, through the middle rope and back inside. Back in climbs The Sadist too, meeting Dr. Steven Pigley coming up with a hard right hand. In charges Dr. Anderson now, connecting with a solid sounding Lariat... but The Sadist stays on his feet and SMILES in Max's face! Freaking out, Max turns tail and tries to deliver a second. But he runs right into JINGUS, who takes him up and down with a 347 pound Samoan Drop!!

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Pigley clambers back to his feet and soon realises the numbers disadvantage he's in. But with the Hitmen closing on him, he decides offence is the best form of defence and charges them. A sidestep and a knee from The Sadist is his reward. JINGUS then applies the iron claw, Sadist wrapping his claw around that of JINGUS' as he and his monstrous partner haul Pigley up by the [i]face[/i] and PLANT him with the Double Claw Slam!!

COLE
That's downright frightening strength!

COACH
I sure hope Dr. Max specialised in facial recontruction, because his partner might need it after that!

Both Love Doctors have been decimated. And there's only one thing left to do now, as JINGUS hauls Dr. Anderson up...





...AND HURLS HIM CLEAN OVER THE TOP, TO THE FLOOR!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

COLE
Anderson didn't stand a chance after that Samoan Drop. And The Docs are gone.


[b][i]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE LOVE DOCTORS
LEFT: 4th
ELIMINATED: Nobody
ELIMINATED BY: Hell's Hitmen (Anderson by JINGUS)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/i][/b]

For good measure, Sadist pitches out Pigley, leaving just two teams in this battle royal. Hell's Hitmen and a noticeably groggy NRG. Together the Hitmen drag Flex Phillips back to his feet and drag him into the centre of the ring, setting him up for the Double Claw Slam they hit on Pigley moments earlier. Flex is a different prospect from the Doc however and as he's lifted off the canvas, Flex fires out with elbows, connecting with the sides of both Hitmen's heads. Landing safely on his feet, Flex throws a double clothesline. Neither man goes down though, so Flex singles out JINGUS and pins the arm behind the head, setting up for his "Cardio Arrest" Heart Punch. As he rears back though, Sadist catches the arm and applies a Cobra Clutch!

COLE
Again with that Cobra Clutch! I don't know where Sadist has been in his recent absence and where he would have learnt that, but he's got it applied perfectly!

As Flex tries in vain to fight against the sapping submission hold, Biff Atlas rushes in and starts to pepper JINGUS with rights and lefts to the kidneys. From behind, naturally. And naturally, when JINGUS manages to push Biff away and turns face to face Biff isn't quite so brave, begging for his life as JINGUS closes in...



*SMACK!*


...but Biff suddenly springs to life and tumbles forward with a Spinning Wheel Kick, knocking JINGUS down against the ropes! With a sudden surge of courage, Biff then lines JINGUS up again, feeding off the support of the Edmonton crowd as he waits for JINGUS to climb back to his feet and then charges in looking for a clothesline...


...JINGUS ducks...




...BUT BIFF HANGS ON AND SAVES HIMSELF FROM ELIMINATION!!

"YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

BIFF
SAVE ME JEBUS!!

Clinging onto the ropes for dear life, Biff struggles to lever himself back onto the apron. JINGUS has virtually ignored Biff's plight though and turns to his partner, Sadist releasing his Cobra Clutch and pushing Flex forward, in order for JINGUS to charge. But Flex sees it coming, ducking his head...


...causing JINGUS to clothesline his partner...





...UP AND OVER THE TOP, TO THE FLOOR!!!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

*DINGDINGDING!*

COLE
That's it! JINGUS with the miscue and NRG get spot number one in the House Rules Relay!


[b][i]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HELL'S HITMEN
LEFT: 5th
ELIMINATED: The Love Doctors
ELIMINATED BY: Hell's Hitmen (Sadist by JINGUS)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/i][/b]

BUFFER
Your winners of the Battle Royal... NUTRITION'S REAL GURUS... N... R... G!!!!!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"


[b][i]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NRG
TEH WINN0RZ~!
ELIMINATED: The South Central Militia
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/i][/b]

Biff finally loses his grip on the top rope and plummets to ringside as Flex slides out after him, dragging his partner towards the safety of the backstage area. Which is wise, as JINGUS looks set to kill. NRG celebrate all the same though as Sadist sits up on the outside, glaring up at his partner...and smiling.

COLE
NRG get room one and the only guaranteed shot at the 24/7 Title, while Hell's Hitmen will have to settle for room number two, which might just be the best spot. They'll get second pickings at you Bohemoth, assuming you make it past NRG.

BOHEMOTH
No sweat.

COLE
Well, Bohemoth very confident despite the prospect of twelve men, six teams, waiting on him at House Rules Relay. A man of few words, but much coolness. We'll be back after this break.