(CUTTO: The ring, challenger Christian Montiero's already in the ring, after being announced by Rhubarb.)

BB: Alright, back from break and we're ready for a Greensboro Championship match. Christian Montiero vs. JA, a long-awaited first title defense from the Anglo Luchador.

SB: It's about friggin' time. All I had to hear about was how JA was going to defend this title all the time.

BB: Well Sammy, in all fairness, we haven't had a card since ANNIVERSARY. He's had no chances to defend.

SB: There are indie shows. Memorials. Hell, I'm sure someone would have taken him on.

BB: Yeah, because Thomas really wants the chance of some nutbag from another promotion running off with our gold.

SB: Regardless, he's taking his sweet time getting out here.

BB: Well, Montiero's just gotten into the ring, what do you want, JA to just appear out of nowhere and magically be ready as soon as he appears?

SB: Yes. And while I'm at it, I also want you to be replaced by Paris Hilton, only with a brain transplant from someone with more than three cells of gray matter.

BB: You are a sad old man, Sammy. But I forgive you.

(CUEUP: "Eat the Rich," and enter the Greensboro Champion accompanied by Lollipop.)

RJ: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 and three-eighths pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... he's your Greensboro Champion... JAY... AYYYYYYEEE!

SB: See, look at him. He beats a boring Canadian for that strap and he thinks he's the king of the world.

BB: Hey, the fans love him. Let him have a moment before he defends his title for the first time, alright?

(JA enters the ring and hands his title to the ref and he calls for the bell.)

BB: Alright, we're ready for action here, and right in as we get a quick collar and elbow tie up which Montiero turns into a hammerlock on the Champ. Clubbing elbows to the back of JA's head now, the hammerlock is broken and now JA's stumbling forward... bulldog from the challenger!

SB: He's overconfident. Just another kid whose ego got inflated after winning low-tier gold here.

BB: Sammy, you should know as well as anyone that there's no such thing as low-tier gold here. Every title is prestigious.

SB: Thank you Steve Thomas.

BB: *groans* Anyway, Montiero grabs JA to his feet, back supl... no! JA more slippery than an eel, getting behind him! Big roundhouse kick to the back of Montiero's head!

SB: I even felt that.

BB: Montiero stumbling forward, JA just laying in wait for him to turn around. Montiero does and... TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Spiking Christian's head to the mat with authority! Here's the cover...

...one...

...two...

...th... no! Kickout! JA signaling to the crowd now.

SB: Too soon, too soon...

BB: JA grabs Montiero by the waist and deadlifts him...

[CRACK!]

BB: KARELIN DRIVER! KARELIN DRIVER! This one's academic now...

...one...

...two...

...THREE!

[DING DING DING!]

RJ: Here is your winner... and STILL Greensboro Champion... JAY.... AAAAYYYYYYYYEEE!!