ELLIOT: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Oxford, England...weighing 265 lbs....LORRRRRRRDDD BYYYYYYYYRONNNNNNNNNN!! [Elgar's "Ride of the Valkyries" plays over the PAS, and the crowd boos as Byron heads to the ring, showing looks of disdain to the crowd. He is carrying his brass-topped cane, and he threatens a couple of ringside fans with it. Once in the ring, he does a French bow for the camera.] ELLIOT: And his opponent...from New York, New York...weighing 240 lbs.... JOE...BONAAAAANNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!! [The crowd continues booing as Bonanno heads to the ring, without theme music, lights, pyrotechnics, or any sort of fanfare. He completely ignores the fans on his way to the ring. He's wearing an FWLI WORLD TOUR t-shirt, with black trunks and white boots with black laces and black soles. As he gets into the ring, he removes his shirt and stares at the mat, waiting for the bell.] MAXWELL: This guy must be an introvert or something...no hoopla surrounding his entrance. He doesn't showboat, jaw with the fans, anything. WARNELL: But he does his talking in the ring, as he showed at BattleCry with his impressive win over Phil "The Grease Monkey" Strong. MAXWELL: He beat Strong? "Impressive" isn't the word I'd use...what's the word...yeah, easy! WARNELL: Be that as it may, *ding ding* a victory here will be hard-earned, as the bell has sounded. Both men circling, looking for position or an opening. MAXWELL: Well, wake me up when they find one. Better still, let the final bell wake me. I won't miss anything either way. WARNELL: Hey, do what you have to do. It doesn't bother me if you don't get paid for tonight, as they went in for a lockup but Bonanno quickly ducked under and got a waistlock on Byron. Byron now trying to pry Joe's hands apart, but to no avail, so he simply drops down and sits out of it. Quickly back to a vertical base, and the two simply stare at each other. MAXWELL: So what you're saying is...NOTHING HAPPENED!!! WARNELL: In a way, yeah, I suppose. Back in for a lockup but it's Byron with the waistlock this time, Bonanno reverses into one of his own, and Byron wastes no time in breaking that up with an elbow! MAXWELL: There ya go!! WARNELL: Off the ropes is Byron, and Bonanno catches him with a drop toe-hold, and he quickly slides to turn it into a side headlock. Joe Bonanno has Lord Byron down on the mat, but the nobleman begins to make his way to his feet. But just as Byron is successful, Bonanno takes him right back down to the mat. Byron counters with a head-scissors, and Bonanno sneaks right out of that. Both men back to a vertical base again, and Byron looks a little perturbed. MAXWELL: Of course he does. He doesn't like anyone messing up his hair, and he's letting the ref know it. WARNELL: I'm not sure any hair was being pulled...I don't know what Lord Byron is complaining about. MAXWELL: He probably wishes he was in a more interesting match. I know I do. WARNELL: Well, that's not the way it is right now. And they move in for a lockup again...and Byron ensures it still won't happen, with that knee to the gut. A hard European uppercut, and a second, and here's a whip to the ropes. Bonanno off, Byron puts a boot up, caught, and Joe Bonanno with a single leg-trip, taking Byron right back down. And a boot to the midsection may keep him down for a little bit. MAXWELL: At least long enough to land that elbow. And now a couple of knee drops. Picks his Lordship up and sets him for a vertical suplex... and keeps him up there...and keeps him up there...and KEEPS HIM UP THERE!! WARNELL: And FINALLY drops down to the mat, executing a picture-perfect time delay suplex there. Not wasting any time in picking Byron right back up, goes behind, sets and hits a belly-to-back. That's one thing about Bonanno...he might be the suplex machine of FWLI. Again not taking much time in picking Lord Byron up, and locks on an abdominal stretch. MAXWELL: Right in the center of the ring, too. So he won't be grabbing any ropes to make this a little more enjoyable. WARNELL: Pretty much, as Byron is howling in pain. Joe Bonanno really seems to have that abdominal stretch locked on tight. The ref is asking Byron if he'll submit, but I don't think it's that easy to put him away. MAXWELL: Definitely not. Bonanno slapping the side of Byron, just adding some extra pain to it. One thing about him, he knows how to make his opponent suffer and hurt. WARNELL: And after this match, Lord Byron might tell you he knows that a little too well. Struggling to get free is Byron, who is able to hiptoss Bonanno over to break the hold. But Joe right back with two feet in Byron's face, putting him right back on the mat. MAXWELL: And those boots really found the mark, as Byron is holding his jaw. Bojangles may have dislocated Lord Byron's jaw right there! WARNELL: I doubt that, but you're right...Lord Byron has really been bothered by the tactics of Joe Bonanno in this match. I don't know if he was just unprepared or what... MAXWELL: He's talking to the ref again, Jo-Jo. You think his jaw really _is_ dislocated? WARNELL: No, I already said I doubt that, but it's rather strange, the way Lord Byron is acting. This is even arrogant for _him_. MAXWELL: He almost seems hesitant to go in for another lockup, and instead asks for a test of strength. Bonanno goes for it, and the two lock knuckles. But not for long! WARNELL: Not at all, as Bonanno monkey-flips Byron, who LANDS ON HIS FEET, AND HEADS FOR THE ROPES!! Coming off, Bonanno leapfrogs, Byron under, now Bonanno off the ropes, Byron ducks, Joe over, Byron back up and ducks his head, and HE GOT CAUGHT!! JOE BONANNO HOOKS THE ARMS, LIFTS LORD BYRON UP AND NAILS A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!! MAXWELL: He's not done there, Jo-Jo! He turns his Lordship onto his stomach, and locks on an STF! And Lord Byron is howling again! He's screaming something about his leg! Bonanno must really have the toehold on tight! WARNELL: His screaming must have worked, because Joe Bonanno just released the hold. Lord Byron still on his stomach, and Bonanno grabs that hurting leg. He's not going to put that on again, is he? MAXWELL: Nah, he's holding the leg differently now. Like...HEY, LIKE LORD BYRON WOULD FOR THE ARISTOCLUTCH!!! (combination leglock and sleeper) HE WOULDN'T DARE USE BYRON'S OWN MOVE AGAINST HIM!!! WARNELL: That's exactly what it looks like, but Byron able to turn himself over onto his back. Bonanno still has ahold of the leg, but Byron gets his hands under him. Lord Byron is doing a handstand while Joe Bonanno hangs onto the leg. And that boot to Bonanno's jaw will shake him off! Some great spur-of-the-moment thinking by Lord Byron!! MAXWELL: Of course it was great! Bobanjo tried to snap his leg in two!! WARNELL: Bonanno is lying on the mat, he's been stunned, and Byron is up, trying to work out the kinks in his legs. MAXWELL: Bobanjo's probably thinking, "He really got me" after that boot. WARNELL: Huh? Oh, Kinks..."really got me"...cute, Matthew. Bonanno getting back to his feet, and Byron moves in behind him. A waistlock, maybe for a German Suplex...no, a regular amateur takeover, and Byron looks furious! Wasting no time, grabs the leg, and CINCHES IN THE ARISTOCLUTCH!! HE REALLY LOOKS PO'ED HERE, AND LOOK AT HIM RAISING HIS OWN BODY TO ADD EXTRA PRESSURE TO THE HOLD!! MAXWELL: I tell ya, I don't think I've EVER seen Lord Byron this vicious! Joe Bonanno must have really done something to raise his ire! WARNELL: And Byron is responding by trying to lower Bonanno's conciousness level! My God, he's ruthless with that Aristoclutch!! He's all business, and I'd hate to think of what Bonanno did to deserve this! Byron pulling his own body up with everything he has, and Bonanno is barely moving, Matthew!! MAXWELL: Forget barely, he's stopped moving altogether! This is really the only offense Byron has had all match, but he picked a good time to use this hold!! And Bonanno looks lifeless right now! WARNELL: You're right! The ref checks the arm, it drops, and THE REF IS CALLING FOR THE BELL ALREADY!!! YOU MAY HAVE BEEN RIGHT IN TALKING ABOUT LIFELESS!! MAXWELL: Wow. I don't think I've ever seen that much rage in one man. Byron releases the hold, this crowd is booing uncontrollably, Bonanno's not moving, and the ref is trying to wake him up! WARNELL: (quietly) I sure hope this isn't as bad as it looks. Joe Bonanno definitely did something to get under the skin of Lord Byron. Byron just snapped out there tonight. Let's get the official word from Matt Elliot. ELLIOT: Wrestling fans, the winner of this match...is LORRRRD...BYYYRRRONNN!! WARNELL: Thankfully, we have some help in the ring for Joe Bonanno, who finally opened his eyes and showed signs of life again. Byron is on his way to the back, and Bonanno, as you might expect, is much slower, and he won't get to the back on his own. The crowd has quieted down, and I think a lot of them are surprised, as are we, at the viciousness of Lord Byron. I can't imagine...(doesn't finish his sentence) MAXWELL: What? Why'd you stop suddenly? WARNELL: It's nothing. It's just that Lord Byron was howling in pain in a couple of those holds...it's nothing, really, I'm sure. Had to be a case of Lord Byron just not being as well prepared as he thought.