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the following contest is scheduled for one fall. introducing first....

The stage is lit gold as a man wearing a hooded jacket looks down at the ground to keep his face hidden. After a few moments of tension, Seitz jerks backwards, raising his hands into the air as jets of fireworks raise from either side of the ramp and Better Than You by Metallica begins blaring in the background.

The announcer declares, "Making his way to the ring, weighing 256 pounds, from Oberhausen, Germany, "The Superior One", Wilhelm Seitz!"

As the wrestler makes his way to the ring, he casts glances to the assembled audience, already unimpressed by the relative unknown who considers himself "superior", making a point to direct them towards his athletic frame with his arms, also spreading them out wide to lap up the crowd's attention.

Seitz reaches the ring, and slides in and heads straight for the top turnbuckle, so he can throw off his jacket and flex his muscles. The fans are unimpressed, but Wilhelm simply gives them an arrogant sneer and prepares to show them why he is "The Superior One".

Seitz was intrigued by his opponent's measured approach, having had to deal which a slightly more dynamic opening attack in recent matches. Nevertheless, the "Superior One" was hardly going to allow himself to be out done, deciding to change the pace of the match on his own tangent, joining his opponent in a lock up before attempting to use his grip on his opponent to toss him aside.

Looking to keep the pressure on his opponent, Seitz followed with a running big boot!

Seitz got sucked right into the counter, but kicked out at two, quickly making his way to his feet, looking to go toe to toe with Brantley in another lock up.

Seitz' efforts were dummied into a push, which, after a quick recovery, led to an impactful takedown, leaving the German dazed on the mat!

The slight disorientation caused by Seitz' sudden change in position suddenly became stark reality as a sharp pain began to run through his legs. Realizing he was being put to the slaughter, he rolled out of the ring, landing uncomfortably outside the ring.

After reaching a vertical base, Seitz gaze lay upon his opponent's mockery. He obviously lacked the fine tactical mind which Seitz had used to decide a temporary retreat was a necessity. He was "superior", after all. A few deep breaths later, the German competitior burst into action, hitting the ring, and unleashing a flurry of punches on his opponent