AWA Monday Night Insomnia Results
Porter: Good Evening LA. Welcome to the
Crowd: ASYLUM
Porter: It's one week after the hell that was Asylum's Gates, and the landscape has changed. The AWA has it's first champion in the Hillbilly Rockstar, Jason John Cash. Now let's get one thing straight, the Asylum title has been called many things. Revolutionary, inspirational, viscious, but one thing it should not be confused for is the AWA World title. You see the Asylum Championship is Crazy J's very own wicked little twist on a Hardcore title. It's extreme, it's decided in matches that have no rules. We call those matches Asylum Rules matches, and we have one on the card for you tonight. We have a man who has given us alot of trouble during the last couple weeks with cards and phonecalls, Viktor Malkov, who is going to show us this week whether or not he has what it takes to be in the Asylum. He's facing...
Porter is cut off as "Planet Hell" hits the pa. Doug Crashin struts out and stands nose to nose with Porter. He then swipes the mic from the man and raises it up in the air.
Crashin: Malkov is going to be facing the most phenominal, most exceptional MR. INCREDIBLE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUGGG CRRRRRRRRRRAAAASSSSSSSIIIIIIINNNN........... CRASHIN. First though I have a bone to pick with you Porter. You want to play your little mind games with me? You want to help this jackass get in to the AWA, well I see your true nature there FANG. A little jealous of the rest of us now that you can't go anymore? Well it's okay, I mean If I had your kind of power I'd flaunt...
Porter snatches the mic back. Crashin's bodyguard comes running out, but AWA security gets in between him and where he's going. Porter just smiles.
Porter: You think I'm doing this to be a dick to you? Crashin If I wanted to make your life a living hell I'd just strap on a knee brace and come down to the ring and kick your ass myself. No, this guy Malkov has been emailing and phoning and sending letters to us for weeks straight now. Every day a new piece of mail hits the AWA mail room with his address on it. So what I want you to do is go down to the ring, take that cocky attitude along with you. I want you to get into that ring with Mr Malkov and I want you to show him why the AWA is going to be the best damn wrestling promotion in history. Then I want you to sit back and heal up, because if you beat him you'll be facing the winner of the Asylum Championship match Next week on Insomnia. Now if you have a problem with that I really don't give a shit, because I never asked you to like me, now did I?
The fans pop as Porter shuts Crashin down. Crashin gets a pissed off look on his face as he mouths "What happens to that man in the ring is on your head, Porter." Crashin and his bodyguard go backstage and Porter straightens his collart returning his attention to the fans.
Porter: Were was I, Oh yeah we have Vincent Milano in a match with newcomer Crafton Sailes. We have Steve Ramone and Sythe vs the Legendary Grave Diggas Taxx and Nailz. We have Staniak vs a Returning Black Bone. Finally the main event. The newly crowned AWA Asylum Champion Jason Cash vs Bulldog Bill Barnhart in an Asylum Rules match for the Asylum Championship. This week is big, the biggest show we've done yet. You're going to be on the edge of your seat folks. Nobody is going to get any sleep tonight because LA is about to experience... INSOMNIA
Porter grins as the crowd goes crazy. Pyros go off as the Insomnia theme blares over the PA. Porter turns around and makes his way backstage as we are seeing a clip of one of the expected matches that will take place a bit later on. Just as it is over we can see the arena lights dim and Rock the Dead by Twiztid plays as The Keeper Of the Asylum walks out with a Steel Chair in Hand. Jason Cash walks out with the asylum title over his shoulder and then Jaymz walks out and finely Crazy J steps out as well. Large explosions go off as they make the way to the ring the Keeper slides in the ring and waits as the others enter the ring. One all the men are in the ring the lights come back up and Crazy J pulls out a Microphone.
Crazy J: Welcome to Crazy J AWA Monday Night Insomnia. Ladies and Gentleman Of LA California (the fans cheer) You are finely looking at some talent. (they Boo) But standing with me is the Keeper, Jaymz and the Asylum Champion Jason (beep) Cash. I am going to take this time to remind you all that any one that enters an Asylum Match needs to be ready to lose it all and if it's a title match, you know I am going to give you a match that could kill you.
Crazy J: Tonight I am working on plans for the next title match and I am thinking of bringing back a match I made famous, but with a twist only Crazy J could give you. Next week a Glass Grave match will take place. The only way to win is to put your opponent through glass and leave them laying 6 feet under in a grave but the twist is you have to put them through the glass head first. (the crowd goes crazy hearing this match.) Lets get the show started now that you heard from Greatness.
Cash holds his title up as the Keeper rolls out and Crazy J and Jaymz and Cash follow him out as Rock the Dead plays once more. They reach the entrance area and Cash holds the title up one more time as they enter the back and the music stops.
font color=silver> The crowd is going wild waiting for the start of Insomnia. Porter has just gone back backstage and Crafton Sailes walks down to the ring and gets in. He stands in the center of the ring. Stormy walks around the ring and puts the microphone to her mouth.
Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall. It is tonight opening match. In the ring already, AWA's newest competitor, Crafton Sails. His opponent. He is the Italian Assassin Vincent Milano.
The fans are anxiously awaiting to see what will happen next. The lights suddenly flare into orange,green and white. Lil Wayne's voice is heard booming softly throughout the P.a.system. " Only once the drugs are done that I feel like dying, i feel like dying Only once the drugs are done that i feel like dying, i feel like dying Only once the drugs are done that i feel like dying, i feel like dying" I Feel Like Dying by Lil Wayne now begins to hit the Personal Announcement system. Once the song hits an replica of the italian flag drapes down from the ceiling,basically hanging from it. Vincent Milano elevates from under the ramp in a small platform. An italian flag hung over his shoulder. His head is slightly lowered,shoulders spreaded apart and legs held tightly together. He steps over the platform now making his way down the rampway. He turns a corner quickly walking up the steps and entering onto the apron. He bounces on foot to the other ala Brock Lesnar,before he leapfrogs over the top rope entering now into the ring. His body leaps up onto the second rope,slowly peeling the flag off of his body sending off orange white and green pyros to blast off in many different ways. He points to himself igniting different responses from the crowd. He jumps down onto the mat now hyping himself up for the match to follow
Tex: Well looks like we are in for a treat here as the Italian assassin is going to welcome the new guy to the AW...
Not going away plays over the PA again and Jonathan Porter comes back out,. An addition to his attire is a knee brace on his left knee. Porter is holding his cane in his right hand as he sprints to the ring. The co General Manager slides through the bottom rope and pops up as Vincent is looking at him shocked. Porter whacks the wrestler with the cane right over his head and then performs a fatal shot on him.
Duff: What is Porter doing. He should just stay in the back.
Tex: Vincent has been given several chances here in the AWA to make a showing for himself. I think Porter is fed up with giving the man second chances.
Porter then clotheslines Sailes. The kid is on the ground and Porter reaches down and pulls him up. He sinches in a Full Nelson.
Duff: Jon don't do this. Come one let them fight.
Tex: He's not listening, Duff. I don't blame him either. A lot of these guys are thinking the staff here is a push over. I think he's trying to send a message for the whole executive committee.
Porter hits The Fenrir's Bite on Crafton. The kid flounders around on the mat. Meanwhile Milano seems to be getting to his feet. Porter waits and calculates as Milano finally gets to his feet he swings around him and pulls off another Fenrir's bite. Both men are now laying down in the center of the ring as the Co-GM motions for a microphone. He picks up his cane as Stormy brings him a mouthpiece.
Porter: Security, come down here and get the trash out of the ring. As for what you just saw, we're five weeks into the life of the AWA. This piece of human garbage called Milano kept silent for almost every match he had, so the executive committee decided that he really didn't need to be here. Poor Crafton? Well just because your opponent doesn't show, doesn't mean you can get away with being quiet. So all I have to say to both of these bozos is... YOU'RE FIIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEED.
Porter throws the mic down and then makes his way out of the ring. The fans are popping like mad as the law has been laid down. The former seven time champion walks slowly back to backstage using his cane to support his left knee. Porter looks back at the two men being lifted from the ring by security and sneers as he disappears behind the curtain.
A camera turns on backstage and at first only the floor can be seen, but then the ship is righted. The locker room labelled “Black Bone” slowly creaks open. From the left side of the shot, Stacy Kissinger walks into view, visibly only dressed in a plain black robe that cuts off just below where her crotch is.
Stacy: I wonder if there's anybody home...
Stacy stands in the room by herself until finally a smile slowly creeps onto her face. It's as if she can sense the monster himself... He finally appears from the shadows in the back of the locker room, mask on.
Black Bone: I told you to stay away from me. I'm not interested. I work alone.
Stacy: Mmmm...playin' hard to get, eh? That's not gonna work with me Boney. Besides, I have to admit it...kissin' ya was far better than bein' forced to kiss Goth. I wanted to hurl at Asylum's Gates right then and there, but I didn't for the people that were watchin'.
Black Bone: How considerate of you. Anyway, I have a match to prepare for. There's the door. I trust that you know how to use it.
Stacy: Not just yet. I wanted to show you what I have on under my robe.
Black Bone: Well I'm not Jaymz. I don't need to see your shit Stacy. Leave.
The monster turns his back to her but Stacy doesn't seem miffed a single bit. She's still grinning a bit.
Stacy: Suit yourself. I'll see you later.
Black Bone: No you won't.
There isn't a rebuttal from Stacy. Instead she leaves his locker room, clutching her black robe as tightly around her as possible as the scene in the backstage area fades...
slowly makes her way down the wrestler ramp, milking the time. When she gets to the ringside area she rubs the ring and then looks up towards Black Bone, blowing him a kiss.
Tex: Black Bone said he wasn't interested in her.
Duff: She doesn't seem to care what Black Bone thinks! Oh there are SOOO many reasons why I love that girl!
Tex: You would...
Duff: And how's that a bad thing?
Her music goes for a bit before slicing. She grabs the microphone from Stormy, brings it to her lips and speaks...
Stacy: Told ya that ya'd see me later Boney... Anyways, may as well get right to mah point.
Black Bone shakes his head as Stacy sheds her robe, revealing a black thong and a black and white referee's shirt that's tied halfway up her body, revealing her pierced navel.
Stacy: Ring the bell...NOW!
Duff: YES! So demanding!
The bell rings and Black Bone shakes off the fact that Stacy's the referee. He goes after Staniak, looking to hit a clothesline to get things underway but Staniak is able to duck. Black Bone stops his momentum and turns around just in time to be able to avoid a dropkick from Staniak. Black Bone grabs for Staniak's throat, but Staniak is able to quickly get out of it. He goes behind Black Bone and tries to administer an Atomic Drop, but it's improperly done and doesn't have much affect. Black Bone turns around and goes for a drop toe hold on Staniak, but Staniak dodges and is able to cut Black Bone down at the knees. Staniak goes for a Rolling Thunder and it connects so he rolls Black Bone over, thinking about going for the early cover.
Tex: Probably way too soon here...
Duff: You think so? I KNOW so!
Stacy counts the fall...slowly.
Stacy: ONE...
Black Bone easily kicks out, sending Staniak sailing backwards about two or three feet.
Tex: Obviously Stacy's playing favorites here...
Duff: Black Bone should take advantage of it!
Black Bone again shakes his head towards Stacy before turning his attention back to his opponent. Staniak however is ready for him and delivers a punch right to the gut. It's not enough though to send the monster teetering at all. Instead Black Bone grabs Staniak powerfully by the throat and leaves it there, almost like a blatant choke.
Tex: Stacy should be doing a five count here!
Instead Stacy just lackadaisically stands there in the middle of the ring. Finally Black Bone lifts Staniak up, after about 20 seconds or so. He lets Staniak go with a thunderous chokeslam. Black Bone pins Staniak after hooking a leg.
Stacy: ONE. TWO. THR-
Staniak barely kicks out of the pinfall attempt.
Duff: Fast count! I LOVE IT! Make Staniak whine even more when he loses!
Tex: We need an unbiased ref out here...NOW!
Duff: Oh please...she's the official ref in this match. Stop your blubbering Tex. You're beginning to sound like Staniak!
Black Bone stands back up and wastes no time in bickering with Stacy. He's realizing that he does have the advantage now and follows up on it, as a monster would normally do. He shoves Staniak's head between his legs and scoops Staniak up to near his shoulders, so the two are eye level. Black Bone then levels Staniak with a Jackknife Powerbomb!
Tex: Sadly that might be all she wrote...especially with Stacy's fast counts.
But Black Bone doesn't cover Staniak right away. Stacy taps Black Bone on the side, admonishing him to pin Staniak, but Black Bone refuses. Stacy backs away into the furthest corner as Black Bone goes to pick Staniak up again. Staniak however nails Black Bone in the chest again. Staniak quickly escapes Black Bone's wrath and climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and lets fly with a Swanton Bomb. Staniak lands on Black Bone perfectly and covers Black Bone. Stacy however slides out of the ring, not interested in making the count.
Tex: What the hell Stacy? Make the count! No good b-
Duff: Don't you talk to her like that! She'd own you!
Staniak looks out to where Stacy is and then slides out of the ring, chasing after her. Black Bone is slowly rising in the ring. He too now slides out and catches Staniak on the ramp. He grabs him and brings him back to the ring, throwing him in the hard way. Stacy rushes back now as Black Bone floors Staniak with a running DDT, that is after Staniak gets up.
Stacy: Pin him!
Black Bone lays on top of Staniak and Stacy counts.
Stacy: ONE. TWO. TH-
Black Bone raises Staniak's head up and shakes his head in the no direction. This time Black Bone slides out of the ring and makes a beeline up the ramp to the back. Stacy slides out and follows in hot pursuit as Referee Chip Long comes down the ramp. He gets into the ring and immediately starts a ten count as a camera follows Black Bone and Stacy in the backstage area.
Referee Long: ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...FIVE...SIX..
Staniak is shown back up and breathing hard in the ring as Referee Long continues...
Tex: This one's done.
Duff: Why did Black Bone leave? He had this one won! Now watch, Staniak will gloat about this victory... DAMN IT!
Referee Long: SEVEN...EIGHT...NINE...TEN!!!!!
The crowd boos hoarsely as we hear Stormy's voice.
Stormy: Here is your winner via countout...Staniaaaaaaak!!!
“Hold Back The Day” by Devildriver is heard as Staniak simply rolls out of the ring, making his way to the back now, not really feeling like a winner.
Duff: At least he didn't win by pinfall or submission. We would never hear the end of it!
Tex: I feel kinda bad for both of them. Stacy ruined what would have been a decent match!
Duff: Well then go cry about it... I'm ready to move on tonight though as there is still much more to come here in L.A., including the reunion of those damn Diggas!
We cut backstage where Page Harris is standing outside Bulldog Bill Barnhart's dressing room. We can hear Bill inside the dressing room whooping it up big time. Page knocks on the door but there is no answer so she pushes the door open and walks in. What we see inside Bill's dressing room comes as a major surprise to us. We are shocked to see a mechanical bull in the middle of Bill's dressing room, with Bill sitting on top of the mechanical bull, in his wresting attire, and he is riding the mechanical bull quite well.
PAGE HARRIS: Bill, what in the world are you doing? I have never seen you like this before!
Bill has his friend turn the mechanical bull off so he can talk to Page.
BULLDOG BILL: Page, I have decided that defeating Jason Cash is going to be so easy and so much fun that I just had to get one of these mechanical bulls to ride just to show everyone how easy this stuff is. You know what I am talking about Page. You see these mechanical bulls in country bars and you see that the majority of them so-called cowboys can't handle this thing at half the top speed. Well I am here to show you that defeating a mechanical bull just as easy as defeating Jason Cash.
PAGE HARRIS: Before you start could you describe the settings on the mechanical bull for the benefit of our viewers?
BULLDOG BILL: If you get your cameraman to focus in on the controls for this mechanical bull you will be able to follow along with me.
The cameraman moves in and gets a close-up shot of the mechanical bull's controls.
BULLDOG BILL: Now, Page, you can see the mechanical bull has several speed settings. The lowest is set for WIMP which is for wannabe cowboys. The next level is PUSSY which is for women and girly men. You go up the scale until you come to the NORMAL setting which is about what an average bull at a rodeo would give you. With that setting your average so-called cowboy can last about 3 or 4 seconds before getting bucked off. That setting was so boring for me that I had to pump it up to the next setting which is what I was riding when you came in.
PAGE HARRIS: What setting was that?
BULLDOG BILL: That was VIOLENT which most co-called cowboys can only hang for about a second or two. I would venture a guess that even Cowboy Jason Cash wouldn't hang on the VIOLENT setting for more than two seconds before falling off and banging his head on the floor. Of course, when he gets into the wrestling ring with me alter tonight he will feel like he is on a mechanical bull set at VIOLENT! But, Page, when you came in while I was riding the mechanical bull on that setting, you saw that I was hanging on and I was not even close to getting bucked off. So I was about to tell my friend to put the mechanical bull on the highest setting to see if I can actually get some sort of a challenge here!
PAGE HARRIS: And what is the highest setting of the mechanical bull called Bill?
BULLDOG BILL: Well, we will have to use the censors to blur out part of what they see on the controls and what they hear when I say what it says. Ready? Okay. The highest control on the mechanical bull is labeled: WHAT THE F*CK! ARE YOU F*CKING INSANE? YOU ARE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED!!!
PAGE HARRIS: Oh my Bill, are you really going to ride that mechanical bull at that setting?
BULLDOG BILL: Of course! Having that label on the highest speed on the controller is no different than Jason Cash spending all week telling me what a terrible thrashing he is going to give me. It is just meaningless words that I ignore. Are you ready to pump this wimp mechanical bull up to full speed my friend? Good! Turn this sucker on! FULL SPEED AHEAD!!!
We watch as Bill's friend shifts the control of the mechanical bull to the highest setting. The mechanical bull spins and bucks and bounces around so damn fast that if we didn't know better we would swear that someone speeded up the video we are watching. However, we also notice that Bill Barnhart is having the time of his life and he is nowhere near falling off the mechanical bull. After about a minute Bill asks his friend to turn the mechanical bull off and he does. When the mechanical bull comes to a stop Bill dismounts and sits on the couch.
BULLDOG BILL: I don't know why Cowboys make such a big deal about these mechanical bulls. That mechanical bull on the highest speed was easier to ride than a tricycle! No wonder cowboys like Jason Cash can't hang with great wrestlers like me! Oh well, you know I am ready to give Jason Cash the ride of his life and to buck his dumb country ass right into the tomb!
Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is contested under Asylum Rules and it is for the number one contendership for the Asylum Title next week!!!
The fans erupt as they hold signs up that say Mother Russia Sucks!! And others state that Crashin is the president for the hairclub for men.
Stormy Canyon: The first wrestler to come down the aisle stands in at 6'4 and weighs in at 240 pounds!! Residing in Las Vegas, Nevada!!! Mr. Incredible!! Doug Crashin!!!
the lights go out of the arena. the crowd not knowing whats going on when green strobes and money signs fill the arena as the intro to Planet Hell plays. after the intro plays a huge pyrotechnic show displays. after the smoke clears we see two figures emerge. Crashin stage left and Killpatrick behind him. Crashin is wearing a green diamond robe with money signs all around
Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, making his AWA in ring debut!! Standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 264 pounds!! Hailing from Moscow, Russia!!! The Virus, Victor Malkov!!!
The lights dimmed and a bright white spotlight shone on the stage. All was silent except for the slight booing of the crowd. A thrashing of drums and fast-paced violins can be heard. The words Viktor Malkov formed of diamonds appears on the Titan Tron, a golden crown hovering over it. At this, a bright white firework explodes at the front of the stage and Viktor Malkov walks out, his arms in the air and a serious expression on his face. He walks over to the left side of the stage and holds his arms above his head, crossed in an X. He then walks over to the other side of the stage and makes the same taunt. He stands at the top of the ramp and does the same taunt as fireworks explode behind him in a horizontal line. When they are done and his entrance music is really kicking out, he walks down the ramp stretching his neck and his shoulder areas. At the bottom of the ramp he looks up at the ring. He then runs toward the ring and leaps to the apron. He grabs the top rope and leans backward, propelling himself into the ring. He walks to the corner and steps up to the second rope, performing his X taunt. He then walks to the other corner and does the same. Once he is done he moves to the center of the ring, ready for the match
Tex Martin: This guy made no friends with his statements that he has made, even the General Manager Jonathan Porter gave his 2 cents during the week!!
Duff Travers: Co-General Manager thank you!!
The bell has rung and the two men stare at each other before getting nose to nose, the two men that have the same height can be seen trash talking towards each other before Malkov makes his X sign once more. This gives Crashin the chance to get it on with him, delivering stiff kicks to the side of Malkov's midsection. Malkov staggers backwards and gets a kick in the midsection from his opponent, before Crashin charges in on him and executes a shouldertackle in the midsection that causes the Russian to fall backwards to the outside. Crashin flies through the ropes with him and gets up to his feet first, he starts to pound away on the face of Malkov and then gets up. He grabs a television cord and wraps it around his fist and then aims his fist to the face of the newcomer for a several times before wrapping it around his throat and choking him out with it
Tex Martin: I guess Crashin wants to face whomever is the champion the most at this moment!!
Duff Travers: Don't count out Mother Russia!!
Crashin gets up and grabs a steel chair and then when he turns around he waits for Malkov to get to his feet. He measures his opponent for the chairshot, he aims and swings the chair but Malkov kicks in the chair as it hits Crashin hard in the face. Malkov grabs the bald head of Crashin and starts to pound away on it with his red gloves hard on the forehead. The punches causes Crashin's face to start to bleed as it is too much for him after the chairshot as well. Malkov gets up and drives his knee right in the forehead of Crashin and then beginning to choke him out. Crashin raises his arms up and tries to get the grip away from his throat, but the power of the Russian is too much for him to counter. He tries to get to his feet and goes for some kicks, but Malkov manages to get the grip tightly around the throat of Crashin before lifting him off the floor and then pushes him hard against the steel ring post.
Tex Martin: What's he up to now? Good God!!
Malkov aims his right fist backwards, while holding on to Crashin with his other. He then swings his hand towards his head, but Crashin manages somehow to break away from the grip and it causes Malkov to his his hand on the steel ring post. Malkov slowly staggers backwards as he holds on to his hand, Crashin gets under the ring and comes out of it as he has a ladder in his hands. The fans are going nuts as he puts the ladder down on the announce table and the ring apron. He hops on the announce table and then gets on the ladder, where he balances himself on top of it
Duff Travers: Tex? What is this?
Malkov turns around and then we can see Crashin carefully jump off the ladder and going for a Frankensteiner. But somehow it is Malkov that manages to grab Crashin by the legs and then locks his arms around his waist. We can see the pain on his face while biting on his teeth when he lifts his opponent up and then executes a Modified Powerbomb where Crashin's back gets slammed on the ladder that falls down and is bend by the impact of the move as the fans go nuts. Malkov gets up and holds his injured hand, he staggers backwards and leans against the ring apron while staring at the fans who are cheering him as well booing him. Malkov starts to shout some Russian things to them before turning his attention back to the now seemingly out cold Doug Crashin
Tex Martin: I am worried for the health of Crashin, he might have broken his back!!
Malkov lifts Crashin up to his feet and then lifts him off his feet and puts him in a standing bearhug, the camera zooms in on the painful face of Doug Crashin as he is trying to escape from the grip of his opponent. Malkov roughly swings Crashin around from left to right, forcing the back to suffer even more before slamming him in the steel ring post. He rolls him in the ring and then grabs a chair before sliding back in the ring. Just as Malkov has slid in the ring, he sets the chair up and puts it in the middle of the ring. He picks up Crashin and goes for an Irish Whip, just as Crashin comes back from the ropes it is Malkov that goes for a back body drop. But it is Crashin that stops in his tracks, he delivers several elbows to the back of Malkov and then grabs him by the head and whips him backwards where the back of Malkov's head hits the steel chair hard
Crowd: Holy shit!! Holy shit!!
Crashin gets to his knees, holding his back in pain as his face is completely covered with blood. His eyes are staring at the newcomer who is not moving and blood is seen coming from the back of his head underneath the now bend chair.
Tex Martin: Ever seen something like this Duff? These two are killing each other!! If this goes on then there wont be any challenger left for whomever it is that is the champion next week!!!
Duff Travers: You make it sound like that's a bad thing!! I love it!!
Crashin slowly gets to his feet, he grabs the bloodied head of Malkov and lifts him up to his feet. He delivers several high impact kicks to the midsection before whipping him in the ropes. He aims him to nail with a clothesline, but just at that same moment it is Malkov that had the same move as he comes off the ropes with a running clothesline. This causes both men to be levelled as the referee starts to utilize his ten count.
Tex Martin: Lets see who gets up first!!
The referee is at the count of five as neither of the men are moving, both men are having their eyes closed and breathing heavy as the referee is coming closer to eight, nine and then ten. He calls for the bell as the match ends in a double count out.
Stormy Canyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has decided to have this match end in a draw since neither man could get up during the ten count!! I....