We come back as Avron LongArm's music hits, to a very large pop from the crowd.

TETE: Here comes the talented youngster from Japan...

FLOYD: You think he knows Kaientai?

TETE: Maybe!

LongArm flips from the top turnbuckle to the middle of the ring and stands calmly, waiting for his tag team partner.

Harper's music hits, and he gets a medium-sized pop. He dives into the ring, exchanges a handshake with LongArm, and turns to face the Abbottron, awaiting their opponents.

TETE: Harper and LongArm: who would've thought?

FLOYD: It's the weirdest development in pro wrestling since Rikishi admitted he ran over Stone Cold!

TETE: But Floyd, that just happened last night.

FLOYD: Doesn't make it any less true.

"Break Stuff" hits to massive heat from the crowd. Greg Tibbs comes out, a sadistic grin on his face. Harper wastes little time, running out of the ring before LongArm can stop him. Just then, Xavier's music hits, and Xavier comes from under the ramp. He trips Harper on his way up, and Harper's head smacks against the steel ramp. LongArm seems to sigh, tosses off his robe, and heads up to assist his partner, who is about to be DDT'd into the ramp by Tibbs.

TETE: LongArm trying to keep a rein on his hotheaded partner.

FLOYD: Ooh! I hope Harper's got insurance...

LongArm hits Tibbs with a spinning heelkick just before he can DDT Harper. LongArm grabs Harper and leads him back to the ring. He physically places Harper in their corner, then climbs into the ring. He motions for Tibbs and Xavier to join them.

TETE: Looks like LongArm wants to do this right...

Tibbs laughs and Xavier shrugs nonchalantly. They run into the ring and begin to go to work on LongArm. The ref pulls Xavier away and sticks him in the opposite corner of Harper. The bell rings.

TETE: The legal men to start us off are going to be Greg Tibbs and Avron LongArm.

FLOYD: LongArm is probably a little bit loopy after those two went to work on him.

But LongArm seems to be anything but loopy. He is whaling on Tibbs with swift, stinging lefts and rights, and Tibbs' resistance seems to be going. Tibbs finally dodges one of the blows and picks LongArm up for a Samoan Drop. As he lands it, Harper reaches out and slaps LongArm's shoulder, tagging himself in. Harper charges in and lands a drop toe hold on Tibbs, who is surprised at Harper's quick entrance. LongArm reluctantly gets back in the corner and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for Harper to need his help.

Tibbs kicks Harper in the stomach, then lands a powerbomb on him. Harper gets up, dives off the ropes and delivers a quick clothesline to Tibbs' head. Tibbs lies writhing on the mat as Harper climbs onto the ropes to celebrate. He doesn't see Tibbs tag in Xavier, who gets into the ring, pulls Harper off the ropes, and rolls him into a pin. 1...2... an exasperated LongArm climbs in and breaks the pin. As Harper gets up, LongArm is saying something to him. Harper is nodding impatiently.

TETE: LongArm trying to teach Harper a little something about humility...

Harper and Xavier, both about the same size, circle one another. Then they grapple. Xavier starts to whip Harper into the corner, but Harper reverses it and Xavier ends up in the corner, where Harper goes to work kicking at his torso until Xavier lies at the bottom of the corner. Harper grabs Xavier by the hair and gives him a running bulldog. Xavier lies face down and Harper finally tags in LongArm, who looks relieved. LongArm immediately puts Xavier into his finishing submission move, the Hiroshima Stretch. Tibbs starts to get in the ring to break it, but Harper heads him off at the pass and nails him with flying head scissors. Xavier starts to tap out, and the ref rings the bell.

TETE: LongArm and Harper win!

FLOYD: Yeah, but it was close. If LongArm hadn't broken that roll-up pin...

LongArm releases the submission hold, and he walks over to Harper. They begin to argue rather loudly. Well, Harper argues loudly. LongArm just argues. At that moment, Tibbs pulls out his trusty steel pipe, walks over, and calmly whacks it over LongArm's head, then Harper's. Harper and LongArm collapse in the middle of the ring as Tibbs and Xavier head into the back.

TETE: Oh God, not again! We ought to have metal detectors at the entrance for guys like him!

FLOYD: What? It's for protection, Poppa! LongArm and Harper were plotting his demise!

TETE: Oh, come on ... they were arguing over the match, Floyd, it was plain as - oh, never mind.

We cut to the back, specifically to Steve Roman's dressing room. Inside, he's playing poker with Fischetti and the Bitch. There's a knock at the door.

ROMAN: What?

Cabrera walks in.

CABRERA: Hey, Roman ... you seen Laser around?

ROMAN: Not since we got to Salt Lake City. He was in line behind me at the rental car place.

CABRERA: Well, we still haven't settled the blood test thing.

FISCHETTI: Hey, I think what he did sucks.

CABRERA (a little taken aback): Thanks, Dino.

BBB: Yeah, he definitely should have used protection. I mean, if you're gonna do it with a 16-year old...

ROMAN: Guys, settle down. I think what our boss is asking is if we'll help him find Laser.

CABRERA: Well, no, I wasn't-

FISCHETTI: Yeah, okay. I'm losing anyway.

ROMAN: Let's go.

Dirty Deeds gets up and leaves the room. Cabrera follows them, still trying to dissuade them from "helping".

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We come back up once again to the sound of The Nebraska Fight Song Remix, the Lineman's entrance music.

TETE: Once again we're seeing the Lineman coming down to the ring to face the Mask.

FLOYD: I thought I sensed a tad of deja vu.

TETE: However, this match has another addition... Trent Valentine was given clearance to fight earlier this week by Dr. Langler, so this match will be a three-way, with the Intercontinental belt on the line.

The Lineman stomps down the ramp, holding a football and flashing his big grin to the crowd. He jumps up onto the apron, signs the football, and tosses it into the crowd. The rampant cheering grows even louder. The Lineman slips between the ropes, and waits for his opponents.

"You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi comes up over the sound system, and Trent Valentine appears, walking with a barely perceptible limp. His exposed upper body showed a large bandage wrapped around his ribs, and both his wrists were tightly wrapped, too. He came down to the ring and climbed under the ropes, pausing only slightly. He stood apart from the Lineman, glaring at the main entrance, waiting for the Mask to appear.

He didn't have to wait long. "Duel Of The Fates" comes up, and the Mask walks in, accompanied by Tanner. The Mask waits atop the ramp, standing amidst an inferno of pyrotechnics that seems to engulf his body in flame. He then heads down to the ring, passes his IC belt off to Tanner, then climbs into the ring himself.

The bell rings, and the first two rush at the Mask, both delivering blows to his head. The Mask staggers back a few steps, but remains otherwise unfazed. After a few moments, he raises his hands and lands a double-chop across the foreheads of his two shorter opponents. The Lineman and Trent both stumble off in opposite directions, and the Mask follows after Trent, whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a clothesline on the rebound. Trent falls to the mat, and immediately starts back up to his feet, albeit slowly.

TETE: It doesn't look like Trent's back in perfect condition.

FLOYD: When you're facing the Mask, the only perfect condition is "not there."

The Mask grabs Trent by the throat and lifts him in the air for a chokeslam, but the Lineman lands his elbow across the back of the Mask's neck. The Mask drops Trent and stumbles forward. Again, the Lineman and Trent team-up on the Mask, forcing the giant into the corner. The Mask falls into a sitting position, seemingly winded from the beating. The Lineman laughs, but is caught by Trent's elbow upside the chin.

The Lineman takes a few steps back in surprise, and Trent continues the beating, bringing his forearm down across the back of the Lineman's neck and shoulders. After crossing the ring, Trent grabs the Lineman's arm and swings him towards the Mask, still leaning up against the turnbuckle. The Lineman smashes into the Mask's body, and Trent then leaps forward and plants his knees into the Lineman's gut, causing the former football player's lower back to smash into the Mask's head. The Lineman slumps forward.

TETE: Trent seems to be taking control of this match, despite his injuries.

FLOYD: Perhaps he's been faking it.

TETE: Why would he do that?

FLOYD: Are you kidding? Have you seen all those ‘Get Well' cards he's been getting?

Trent kicks the Lineman under the ropes and goes back to work on the Mask. He kicks the giant upside the head several times, then again crosses to the opposite corner. He leans forward for a few moments, then rushes forward, planning to jump-kick the Mask's chest.

As Trent runs forward, the Lineman pops up and pulls the Mask out of the way. Too late to stop himself, Trent sails between the turnbuckles and smashes his groin into the pole. He howls in pain and curls into a fetal position, and lies motionless for a few moments.

TETE: My God, it looks like just about everyone's been immobilized.

FLOYD: "Immobilized?" What is this, the US Army?

TETE: Wait a minute, it looks like the Lineman is up! He's climbing into the ring!

FLOYD: Don't you mean "He's mobilized and is en route to the battle zone?"

TETE: He looks like he's considering who to pin.

Indeed, the Lineman, having never been faced with the prospect of two disabled foes, seemed to be at a bit of a quandary. After a few moments, he takes a step towards Trent. With only the slightest hesitation, he raises his elbow in the air, hops slightly, and brings his arm down on Trent's head.

TETE: Ooh! The Lineman's getting revenge on Trent for that sucker punch!

FLOYD: I think you mean, "He's retaliating against an opposing force in response to a prior surprise attack."

The Lineman climbs to his feet and drops his elbow again, knocking Trent seemingly cold. He then pulls Trent off of the ropes and drops for a cover, and the ref begins counting... but, unnoticed by everyone else, the Mask climbs back up and throws himself at the Lineman before the ref can reach three.

The Lineman jumps back up and begins stomping at the Mask's midsection, but even so the giant manages to struggle back up. With the Lineman barraging him with punches and elbow hits, the Mask regains his footing. He grabs the Lineman's arm even as he tries to deliver yet another blow. The Mask then whips the Lineman into the ropes, and on the rebound, the Mask throws his arms around the Lineman, hoists him into the air, and drops him back down in a belly-to-belly suplex. The Mask then holds the cover, but the Lineman kicks out after two.

TETE: And now the match has turned towards the Mask's favor!

FLOYD: Didn't you want to say...

TETE: Shut up, Floyd!

The Mask hauls the Lineman to his feet and begins hammering away, dropping powerful punches to the Lineman's head and upper torso. The Lineman staggers back, falling against the turnbuckle. As the Mask continues the attack, Trent climbs back to his feet. He shakes his head a little, then straightens up. He spots the Mask, and without hesitation he rushes forward and slams into the Mask, who falls forward and smashes the Lineman in the process.

TETE: It seems like a desperation maneuver for Trent. He can barely stand.

Trent falls to one knee in the middle of the ring, clutching his ribcage gingerly. He doesn't notice the Mask, unfazed by the attack, lumber forward. The Mask grabs Trent's hair and hauls him up, then wraps his hand around Trent's throat. With a powerful upward thrust, Trent is hauled into the air, then chokeslammed back onto the mat. The Mask then drops back down for a cover, and the ref counts... 1... 2... 3!

TETE: The Mask retains the Intercontinental title!

Tanner hops into the ring and returns the Mask's IC belt. The Mask holds the belt over his head, and then he and Tanner exit the ring and trot back up the ramp.

The Lineman climbs to his feet and leans against the turnbuckle for a few moments, clearing his head. He then walks over to where Trent is, and with a look of disgust and annoyance on his face, gives Trent a small kick to the arm, then climbs out of the ring himself, smiling and waving to the crowds (who's cheering for him hasn't diminished any) as he went. Finally, Trent climbs to his feet, very slowly. The ref lends him a shoulder, and Trent uses him for support as he, too, limps back up the ramp.

TETE: Well, it looks like Trent was a little foolhardy in his decision to wrestle tonight, possibly hurting his already damaged body far more seriously than he had anticipated.

FLOYD: Yeah, well, them's the breaks, eh, Papa?

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We cut to the back again, and Cabrera and Dirty Deeds are now in the parking garage of the Delta Center. Cabrera is calling Laser's name. Fischetti and the Bitch are looking in the windows of cars, and Roman is searching underneath them.

ROMAN: Well, we've looked almost everywhere. I just don't know where he is.

CABRERA: That little bastard. I thought he was my friend.

ROMAN: I understand. I've had the same problem with him. You do the guy a favor, and he turns on you like old mayonnaise.

CABRERA: I wouldn't be making such a big deal out of this ... but my daughter - I mean, it's my daughter, you know.

ROMAN: Totally understandable.

CABRERA: I just want him to take responsibility. I don't even want him to marry her. Just see the kid, or maybe send some money.

ROMAN: Money's a problem?

CABRERA: Yeah, although the CEO job has been a huge help-

There's a shout from a few yards away.

ROMAN: Looks like the Bitch found something.

The Bitch and Fischetti are standing next to the trunk of a large white limo. There are moans and groans coming from inside.

CABRERA: It doesn't sound like him.

ROMAN: Well, we can't exactly leave whoever's in there ... uhm ... in there. Dino...

Fischetti pulls a switchblade out of his pocket, flicks it open, and starts picking the lock of the trunk.

CABRERA: Dino! What a ... useful skill.

FISCHETTI (under his breath): Wasn't always a wrestler, y'know.

The trunk pops open. An interior shot from the trunk: Roman, Cabrera, Fischetti, and the Bitch all stand around it, slackjawed.

ROMAN: Dude.

CABRERA: I guess I ought to talk to somebody about this.

FISCHETTI: Nah, we'll handle it.

BBB: In the meantime, somebody get Langler.

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