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The Master spits the tag rope from out of his mouth as Summers rolls forward. Creeping a few steps alongside the apron he tightens his hands around the cables. As Summers begins the motion of attempting his irish whip, assuming he got to that point, the Spiritual Healer would drop down from his spot pulling the top rope down presumably right before the legal opponent hit them.

Summers went on the offensive after the Master's brilliant display of ring awareness. Summers ran to the ropes and climbed between the middle rope onto the apron. Seizing the opportunity, the Main Event Marauder would look to jump across Salem's body and land an apron elbow drop. If everything went through, SIZZLIN' HOT would try to pick himself up and throw Salem into the ring for a quick pinfall attempt.

Summers went into the ring and quickly went for the cover on Salem. Now was this to send a point or an actual attempt was to be determined. The Main Event Marauder knew what it took to take energy out of the opponent, and any little inch you gain, if Salem couldn't kick out, the Marauders come out on top, however, if the pin was kicked out of, Summers would look to pull Croft to his feet and whip Salem into the ropes.

SYS-TEM WRES-TLER *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*

The Master, still in the same spot on the apron, turns around looking out to one of the smart marks in the crowd as Summers sets up for another irish whip. With his poor grasp of the english language, he was completely dumbfounded by the emerging chants directed towards his partner. He didn't know what it meant. Had no idea the enmity these so called experts had towards the man who payed his meager salary. So distracted by this was The Ascended Being that he was completely lambasted by Croft, whose back crashed into him off the rebound!



Russo, clutching at his head in anguish, jumps up and down at ringside trying to alert B.S to the oncoming scissor kick as the Ukrainian man is nearly knocked off the apron! Clutching to the ropes and knocked silly, the heater kicks his legs frantically trying not to fall to the thinly padded mats below..

The fans were on their feet as the Nap Town Shuffle connected, forcing Summers face-down into the canvas and reeling in pain! Salem, for his part, took a second to catch his breath before noticing that Brantley was looking to make a tag to a partner who wasn't available! Trying to seize on the opportunity, "Showtime" would make a surge towards his own corner, diving to tag in Erynys before Summers could reach the corner and get his partner in for the first time this match!

The large German managed to reach the Marauder mid-leap by the ankle in an impressive display of grip strength and sling him into the canvas face first before dragging him into the center of the ring. SIZZLIN' HOT found himself quickly laced in a leglock by said large German. Summers was lifting himself up with both arms when he got a call from the sideline.

"Look chief. Classic roll over to the ropes. Little grab the ankle and go. Footsie. Be quick. Efficient. Redirect the pressure" James yells into his boss's earpiece. He was showing more confidence in his play calling. Hollywood had to have at least a season of this kind of playcalling and development before getting called up to be someone else's head coach, but he was showing a lot of quick growth.

Summers however didn't have many options as he was in anguish lifting himself off the mat and trying to roll over. The Main Event Marauder would try and drop his shoulder, but the weight of him was too much for SIZZLIN' HOT's underutilized legs. Instead, to avoid his leglock, Summers would utilize his TRT-tested torso to drag himself to the ropes for a break.

The Master, finally shaking the cobwebs loose stomps his feet in anger and clumsily fights his way through the ropes into the ring! The referee, taking notice of this, rushes over towards the confused and upset celestial being trying to prevent him from entering the ring. Unable to effectively communicate, this is quite the distraction for the gullible referee.



The Staffmember himself rushes around the corner after receiving a signal from the offensive coordinator. As the official is preoccupied, he reaches out clasping hands with the SIZZLIN' HOT one as the German grabs him by both ankles! Engaged in a tug of war, he hopes to drag his man out of the ring and harms way after the move is executed.