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For some odd reason, The Master seems to think that the chants for Reich are in support of him instead of his opponent. He begins nodding his head along to the claps of the crowd as Paul Summers dowses Russo with water trying to get him back in the game and the authoritarian security personnel begins to encroach upon the free expression of Emile, much like AEW security in Chicago. All of this is lost to the Master, he stomps his feet and tightens his grip on the underarm of the bigger man while the groundswell of support builds.

Rizzoto was ushered up the stands and he protested every step up the way. WWFG was clearly showing favoritism to an upper card politicker instead of a ring crew start up trying to pluck his way onto the card. Salem was using his stroke to take out any negative opinions about his intentions. Paul managed to wake Russo up after Croft's unnecessary response to a simple sign and the Architect of the Attitude Era jumped to action.

"BROOOOOO!"

The security personnel stopped in their tracks recognizing the authority the Staffmember maintained around backstage operations. By the inflection in the "bro", they derived that they were the ones that Russo was referencing, which would help The Master keep his focus. The security walk Emile back to the ringside by the announce table.

"You can't just kick out one of the boys bro. Like would you see Stern kick Yucko out? Nah bro. That just doesn't happen. Look, just leave him here with JR and King on commentary. We see a lot in this guy bro. He could be the next Marxx." Russo suggests to the security staff who proceed to let Rizzoto over the barricade and onto the table.

[rizz]"Yes you see JR and King, we are very... hard working. Mr. Summers who gave me the opportunity here, Russo, who give me uh the microphone time. Very wonderful. Hon hon... but Say leem. He doesn't respect the hard work of people like The Master, Mr. Otunga, ze Hollywood Hittuh Jack James. He try to stifle youth like me! Ba-nah-nuh. And Reich? Hon hon... Two Y's."[/rizz] Rizzoto would express with many hand motions fully cementing his Italin French Canadian roots. JR and King would listen intently trying to grasp what he was saying through his thick accent.

JR: You know Emile, you've been all around the past few months and surprisingly managed to last until now to reveal your condition.

King: Oh yeah JR? What kind of condition is that? We got a healthy, young athlete right here! The future!

JR: We're talking about diarrhea of the mouth and constipation of the brain. And I hope it's not contagious with both of you beside me.

[rizz]"Look JR! Hon hon.. Your team is playing nefarious! How can you say such cruel words after this evidence?!"[/rizz] Emile exclaims as Erynys goes for an Oil Jab to the painted face of The Master. Summers paced the apron a bit, ready to jump in at any opportunity presenting itself when he saw the sleazy maneuver from Reich. Immediately, the Main Event Marauder was raise a fuss from his corner.

"Bush league Reich! Absolute bush league! d**k you seein' this huh? Salem? This part of your good guy schtick? Oil jobs? Take this to Salem Says and you would've said it. Bush league!"

"C'mon ref! He's using an illegal substance to his advantage. He can't do that. Disqualify him!"

"Oh but when Vaseline man introduced the oil the first time, that was ok, right King? You flip flop more than a fish..."

Right before his arm went numb, the claw was mercifully let go off. He shook it furiously, trying to get some feeling back into the limb. While he was free of the claw, his opponent still had a hold of his arm. He looked to free himself by way of blasting the Master with a Bullhammer elbow between the eyes.

The Master is easily pulled off the ground by the triple G (gigantic German giant) and pulled in for a devastating bullhammer right to the forehead! The blow sends the smaller big man head over heels, bouncing backwards off the ground rolling from his shoulders right back up to his feet. Completely out of it, he tap dances around for his balance before going careening backwards into the friendly corner occupied by Summers and flailing out desperately for the leader of the gang.

Summers was on the apron gripping the tag rope and waiting for the transcendent mind to reach his outstretched hand when Triple G smacked him with an open right. The Main Event Marauder's tunnel vision prevented him from noticing Reich before the big man could knock him off the apron and down to the floor. SIZZLIN' HOT knew the Master was going to hit the corner and find no one after getting hit with the Bullhammer Elbow, so he would try to make it back to his feet as quickly as possible. For now, Summers was just able to tug in the ring apron curtain and start that process.

[rizz]Emile: Anudder cheap shot from your team JR! When will ze Zavage Zons play fair hon hon...![/rizz]

JR: That's a rich statement from a no good crook like you Emile. It's no surprise you fell into this group of miscreants. Y'all are more sour than my new Sweet and Sour Rub from JRsbbq.com!

King: Ha! Haha! Always trying to plug your sauce JR! We got a fine display of athleticism and class on one side of the ring you should be paying attention to! Now you're just talking yourself and making excuses for your friends, the cheaters.

Jack James and Vaseline Man were up to their feet at this point and were working to fix the headset. The wires were tangled but they figured if anyone could slip them into the right place, it was Vaseline Man. Paul, confused and slightly angered by the failing technology, yelled in an old school shooter way, at the boss to hurry up and get back in the match.

With Summers out of the way momentarily, he turned back to his opponent and grabbed him by the arms. "Tell me 'Master', you know about the mystical arts, but can you also fly?"

"Listen to the blatant disrespect JR. You don't talk to your elders like that!"

"Sounds like good advice King, maybe you should follow it now and then"

Reich would look to send the mystical Master flying with a massive biel throw in the opposite corner.

Summers took a step up to get from the ground to a standing position. He would reach up and grab the ropes to get himself back onto the apron as Reich attempted his biel. The Main Event Marauder was able to look up just in time to catch The Master attempt the massive Ace Crusher. Vaseline Man passed along the new earpiece for SIZZLIN' HOT to throw in for the next play.

"Boss, can you hear me? You gotta be ready for a big tag here. Come in hot. Maybe try a shoulder block." James said into microphone on the headset. Summers shook his head knowing the move he needed to land here was going to be much stronger move. "Look Jack, we can't keep going with this archaic offense. We gotta have more innovation boys."

"Mongolian Chop? Heart Punch? What about a clothesline? We're running out plays here champ." James said worried. He was tearing pages of All Time Low lyrics off his clipboard as he searched for a move to come into the ring with. "I'm gonna wing it Jack."

"Hold on boss, I know I godda fresh play we can use!" The Hollywood Hitter was nearing the end of his notes when he saw a picture of The Masked Celestial performing a move that had fallen out of favor. James had an idea. With a slight twist to a classic move that had fallen out of favor to add modernity, he called the move for the Main Event Marauder. "Spinning two-handed clobberfist!" Thinking the move would be unexpected despite being a common move in SIZZLIN' HOT's arsenal under the Polish Hammer name, Summers would nod in agreement. "Good call there Jack. That's the innovation we're looking for."