Jim Black catches up with Maxx Edwards just after his match with Judge Leroy Brown as he gets to soothe his neck.
JB: Maxx, run us down what happened out there tonight.
Maxx grimaces. He is physically exhausted but it still quite heated over tonight's events.
Maxx: WE ALL SAW IT!
Maxx: I had the match won, the referee was at 9. But somehow, when he hears "Generic American Track 06" he forgets how to his job.
Jim rolls his eyes.
JB: I get your frustrations, but the fans were left with a lot of questions regarding the end of the match. Can you try and clear things up?
Maxx: There's not much to say. I'm hurt. Little Miss Judy out there was a little too focused on revenge and couldn't keep it professional out there.
Maxx points at his neck.
Maxx:Now I got THIS to deal with.
JB: The referee out there is a trained medical professional and did not see anything wrong with you. Why did you tap?
Maxx: Ted can't count past 9. You think I'm going to trust him with MY health. Look around.
Jim Black looks around at the empty hallway and wonders what Maxx is talking about.
Maxx: Figuratively. You know how many other wrestlers are injured.
JB: N-
Maxx: Not only injured, but working injured. I'm going to have to take my own well-being into my own hands and that's what you saw out there tonight.
Maxx points at Jim.
Maxx: Now I don't care what YOU say…
Maxx points at the camera.
Maxx:what YOU say…
Maxx waves his finger in a circular motion in the air
Maxx: Or what any of the other wackos that run this place say,
Maxx: I know what's best for MY health, and I'm not gonna let anybody tell me different. Now if you'd excuse me I have a meeting with my doctor to go to.
Maxx promptly gets up and walks away.
JB:. But you just sai-
A faint "Let him go" is heard whispered from the presumed cameraman as the camera zooms in on Maxx walking away.
As the camera’s fade back in from the commercial break we see B-17 and Justin Jehst standing in the ring on either side of Stacy Clark. Both are dressed in their ring attire.
Stacy: Ladies and gentlemen! I have with me here the CCW Champion, and his challenger at End Games; B-17 and Justin Jehst!!!
The crowd go crazy for the two fan favourites. Both men wave and point to the crowd. Jehst wiggles his glasses up and down on his face playfully as he chews his gum.
Stacy: Tonight, in anticipation for End Games, we have arranged for a classic competition of muscle-madness; that’s right, it’s time for a POSE-DOWN!!!
Everybody in attendance once again goes nuts. The two gents begin pulling random poses to prep and hype the crowd up.
Stacy: So as you both know, this will consist of three poses - best of three wins. The winner of each will be determined by the crowd here tonight!
At this rate they may not have any voice left to vote.
Stacy: First of, guys, we have the classic B17's give me 10 pose!
Both men look at each other, then at the crowd. They strike the pose with precision and VASCULARITY! The crowd goes wild. Both begin to flex hard and really give it everything. After a moment, Stacy waves them down to stop.
Stacy: Ok, so, who thinks Jehst won that one?!
A decent response comes from the crowd, not super loud, but pretty good.
Stacy: Ok, and B-17?
A much louder cheer makes B the clear winner on the first pose. Jehst gives the Jett shrug and makes the “ok, you got me” sort of gesture to B who basks in his victory.
Stacy: And now, the double-bicep pose!
The men once again go crazy with the pose, flicking their arms up into position and squeezing their biceps for MAXIMUM PEAKS!!! All around the arena the fans let loose. Stacy once again calls for them to stop.
Stacy: Ok - who had B-17 for this one?
A good amount of the crowd respond to champs name, cheering and whistling.
Stacy: What about Justin?!
A response so powerful it gives Stacy a fright. People stomping their feet, clapping, cheering and just generally being loud. Jehst clearly had the edge.
Stacy: Ok, I think Jehst had the edge on that one. We’re one a piece guys - this one for the win! ...Front Lat Spread!
Both men look at each other, knowing this one will determine the winner. Without hesitation they bust into form. The continue to look at each other, both trying to out-do the other with each flex. Miss Clark waves them down yet again.
Stacy: Ok, for the win - who thought B-17 was the best?
Pretty good reaction, might be enough to seal it. Let’s see how the Hollywood native does.
Stacy: And Jehst?!
The crowd almost matches the previous reaction - the winner is unclear.
Stacy: Hmm...one more - B-17?!
Again, the same volume is turned up.
Stacy: Jehst?!
Identical. The two men look to be arguing about who had the loudest reaction. Jehst whips his glasses off and looks B in the eyes, still mouthing off. B-17 twirls his moustache and is clearly of the opinion he should be the one taking home the pose-down win.
Stacy: Well I guess we can’t really say who --
Jehst interrupts Stacy as politely as he can, motioning for the microphone.
Jehst: Sorry to cut you off like that, but Justin Jehst just had the greatest pose-down of all time! B-17 doesn’t hold a damn candle to Hollywood Muscle!!!
He begins ripping more poses. B snatches the mic from his hand which draws Jehst’s ire.
B-17: I think you’ll find I, B-17, am the most beautiful, muscular man in OCW - you just don’t compare!
The two then get in each others face, looking pissed off, but just doing poses at one another like rival Ginyu Force members. Stacy looks on confused and takes the microphone away to sign off.
Stacy: Well, these two certainly have a healthy dose of competitiveness! And we’ll see who’ll come out on top for real as these two face off at End Games for the CCW Championship!!!
The scene fades as Stacy smiles, the chaotic pose-down raging on behind her.
BERMUDA TRIANGLE TRIPLE THREAT! LUCHA COUNTRY*
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MILLIONAIRE BRIGADE
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HOLLYWOOD U.S.A
