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Jed threw Marxx towards the door, but it seems like Marxx's head wasn't as hard as Jed's back since it didn't break. "DAMN!" yelled Jed, completely forgetting he was in a church. He grabbed Marxx again, starting to hit his head on the door. After 4 or 5 hits, he dropped him to the floor, going for a cover.

ONE! TWO! TH-- NO! Marxx lifted the shoulder up!

Marxx was still on his side after lifting his shoulder while Jed went on his knees, looking above, shaking his head, not sure what he should do. He dragged Marxx away from the door, looking to get him close from the stairs. So much stuff that could be done from that place, like climbing on them and waiting for Marxx to get on his feet for a Sick Flip DDT. Now that's gonna leave a mark! Marxx bounced on his knees, only to fall flat on the floor, almost knocked out.

Jed was still on his back, catching his breathe after the hit. For sure, that was no canvas he fell on, so it was hurting more than expected. However, his plan of targeting Marxx's head was working perfectly since now. Now it was just a matter of time before he would put pressure and get an easy submission win after this. He went in a sitting position as Marxx rolled on his side. He came closer, looking to put him back on his feet and push him towards the steps. Maybe with a few kicks to the back and ribs, he would drag himself to the second floor, and it seemed to work.

Marxx was struggling to get away from Jed's flow of kicks, so he had no other choice than going up. He reached the second floor, Jed following behind. He grabbed Marxx, tossing him to the wall, once again, head first. He grabbed him back, this time looking to Irish Whip him towards the window. It worked as Marxx was sent there, but then Jed realized that if he was to fall in the parking lot when the window breaks, Marxx would be the winner. So, he ran behind, looking to grab him by the tights as he was balancing himself, gut on the edge of the broken window. Jed dragged Marxx back in, looking to lock in a Full Nelson, which Marxx answered with a Stunner counter.

Marxx went on his feet, approaching from Jed. He first went for a knee to the midsection, following with a punch to the forehead. He waited for Jed to get in a proper position to lift him up, ready to go for a Fallaway Slam towards the organ, which connected. Both stayed on the floor for a while after the hit.

After a while, Marxx went back on his feet, and then climbed on the bench, waiting for Jed to be in the good position to go for a signature move he didn't use in a while: The Party Crasher, better known as his veriation of the Houston Hangover. Marxx flipped Jed on his back, going for a cover, but Jed kicked out at two and 4/5.

Marxx went back on his feet, Jed following shortly after. Marxx prepared himself to lift Jed in the Leaving Marxx, but Jed had different plan. He grabbed Marxx's arms, wtisting so they were back to back and waited for Marxx to turn back before hitting the JKO on him.

From there, Jed could have been going for a cover, but he wanted to have some more fun with Marxx before that. He put Marxx back on his feet, slapping him and taunting him. Marxx answered to the arrogance by spitting at him, a move Jed didn't appreciate... At all. He dropkicked Marxx to the head, causing him to fall on the floor, holding his head. He brought him back to his feet, going for what he thought was the right thing, but what's coming next made the move his biggest mistake of the match.

Jed went to hit a second JKO in the match, but this time, Marxx defended himself, running forward. It had for effect to put Jed on his shoulder and get driven forward by Marxx, who pushed him to the floor. But, forward was the edge of the balcony, which means that by pushing him forward the way he did, Jed fell back to the first floor!

Marxx was on his knees and hands. He looked down at Jed, not sure what to do from there. He could go down and open the door or go for a spot he was appreciating when he's high enough to perform it. He looked at the door once more, and then back at Jed. His choice was made. He climbed on the edge and then turned back, jumping off in a Moonsault... AND IT CONNECTED!

Marxx rolled on the floor, holding his gut after the shot connected. However, it wasn't long before he dragged himself by Jed and put his hand on him for a 3-count cover.

"The winner of this match... And the NEEEEWWW EEW Saints champion: Marxx!"

The referee cut the rope the belt was hanging on and handled it to Marxx, who headed to the door. However, once he reached it, he turned back and noticed Jed was back on his feet, walking by him. He just stood there, the belt on his shoulder. Jed approached, looking disappointed, wanting more. When he was close enough... He slowly extended his hand, offering a handshake to the new champion. Marxx looked at the hand for a second, and then accepted the handshake from the retiring superstar. He opened the door, giving him the opportunity to exit first.