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***As the ref rings the bell, the Megaliths stand over the defeated Coldsnakes. SHANE grabs Cobra by the neck and drags him to his feet. Anaconda dives in and starts hammering SHANE with left hands. The Army of ONE grabs the sides of Anaconda’s mask from behind and headbutts him hard to the ground. SHANE shoves Cobra to the ropes. As he bounces back from the ropes SHANE obliterates him with a mammoth spear.***

BLOOMFIELD: “The Thunder Rolls!! SHANE just broke Mighty Cobra in half!” These two monsters aren’t stopping! They’ve already won the damn match! What more do they have to prove?”

***The Army of ONE hoists Anaconda over his shoulder, puts out his arms, and drops him on his head in an Onslaught Driver. The two giants stand over the fallen snakes and give each other a fist bump. Then they step over the top rope and make their way down the aisle. As they reach the halfway point, they are met by the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion, Spencer Watts, who is coming from the backstage area dragging his championship belt behind him. He puts his hands up and shakes his head as the Megaliths pass by him, pantomiming that he doesn’t want any trouble. After the giants pass, Watts eyes the Coldsnakes in the ring with contempt.***

BLOOMFIELD: “Now what is this? What the hell is Spencer Watts doing out here?”

***Watts approaches the ring and grabs a chair. He slides it into the ring and rolls in after it. He sets the chair up in front of the fallen Cobra and sits down in it. He leans down and stares at Cobra with distain in his eyes.***

WATTS: “I told you boys to pack it up! I told you to go home and get real jobs! Now I’m gonna send your asses home!”

***Watts drops his title on the ground and picks up the chair. He walks over to the barely-moving Giant Anaconda and folds the chair around his outstretched arm. He then climbs to the middle rope of a nearby turnbuckle and stares across the ring at Mighty Cobra, who is just beginning to stir.***

BLOOMFIELD: “What? No, he wouldn’t dare! We need security out here right now!”

***Cobra pulls himself to his hands and knees just in time to witness Spencer Watts dive off the turnbuckle and plant a knee hard into the chair around Anaconda’s arm!***

BLOOMFIELD: “Oh no! Ladies and gentlemen, I heard something crack! Mighty Anaconda has been injured by that dastardly Spencer Watts!”

***Cobra yells and struggles to his feet. Anaconda writhes around on the ground clutching his arm. Cobra stumbles toward his partner, but before he can get there, Watts smoothly sweeps up his belt off the ground and smashes it into the side of Cobra’s head, sending him sprawling to the ground next to Anaconda. Watts looks out at the crowd and points to the Coldsnakes.***

WATTS: “Ladies and gentlemen, PWA’s resident super heroes! Let’s give em’ a round of applause!”

***Watts walks over and grabs Anaconda’s injured arm and forces him to mock-clap as the crowd boos. Then he throws his arm down hard to the mat, causing Anaconda to scream in pain. Watts throws his belt over the ropes toward the entrance ramp and then drops down and rolls out of the ring. He swipes his belt off the ground and makes his way to the backstage area without even looking back at the carnage he unleashed. In the ring, both Coldsnakes lay prone as PWA medical personnel make their way down the aisle.***