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(A desperate and hurt Mj1 rolls to the ropes and begins trying frantically to struggle to his feet. A weary, but determined Pantaro rises to one knee and pounds the mat, trying to summon the last reserves of his strength to finish off his foe. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Akira Wyld slides into the ring behind Pantaro. With a look of grim determination on his face, he measures the LHW champion. As the unaware Pantaro rises to his feet, Akira leaps over his head and drops him face-first into the mat with a thundering Surgical Strike!)

BLOOMFIELD: “What in the world did we just see?! Akira Wyld has interrupted this amazing Light Heavyweight Title defense… and he has brutally attacked Pantaro! Why would he do this?!”

(The confused crowd screams their displeasure as Wyld quickly stands and begins pacing back and forth with a look of frustration on his face. Across the ring, an exhausted Mj1 rises to his feet and tries to process what he is seeing. He looks down at the unconscious Pantaro and then back up at Wyld… and suddenly a shit-eating grin breaks out on his face. He points to the crowd and back to Pantaro and laughs. He raises his hands in triumph and marches toward the fallen Pantaro. Just then, Akira Wyld leaps in and blasts Mj1 with a hard Akira Kick, dropping the challenger to the mat side by side with Pantaro. Akira curses under his breath and rolls out of the ring, making his way to the back to a chorus of boos. Rebel Wyld meets Akira at the entrance ramp and grabs his brother by the arm.)

REBEL: “What the hell are you doing? What the hell was that??”

(Akira pulls away from Rebel and shoves past him as he heads to the backstage area. Rebel looks from his brother to the carnage in the ring in disbelief.)

BLOOMFIELD: “Rebel wants answers! We all want answers! What the hell is going through Akira’s mind!”

(Inside the ring, Bill White looks down at the two men in the ring and begins to administer a double 10 count. As he hits 4, Mj1 stirs and weakly rolls over, draping a hand over Pantaro’s unmoving chest. White drops to his knees and counts.)

BLOOMFIELD: “No, not like this!”

(White counts 1… 2… 3! The ring bell sounds and the crowd boos. A dazed Mj1 weakly thrusts a fist in the air as Pantaro rolls to his side, trying to clear the cobwebs and figure out what just happened.)

BLOOMFIELD: “Well that’s it ladies and gentlemen. Thanks to the unthinkable actions of Akira Wyld… your winner, and NEW Light Heavyweight Champion, Mj1.”