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The Lodestar stands in the centre of the ring, twirling the microphone in his hand. The house show crowd is still electric.

Lodestar: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening. Scheduled for one fall. It is for the PSW Jewell's Championship!

The crowd cheers even louder. A gunshot goes off in the speakers followed by a fast-paced Southern rock track plays. The crowd goes nuts as a well-built, ginger-haired woman with wide-set blue eyes who stands 1.8m, dressed head-to-toe in denim and leather with a black cowboy hat and a red bandana over her face walks briskly to the ring.

Lodestar: Introducing the challenger, from Salt Lake City, Utah in the US of A, weighing 225 pounds, "THE OUTLAW" JESSIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MOOOORE!

Moore runs up the steps and enters the ring. She walks to the farthest corner and climbs up, spreading her arms. She then jumps down, removes her hat and jacket, and readies herself.

A wolf's howl is heard followed by a deep bass and heavy drum beat, with a guitar that steadily rises. The crowd's reactions become more mixed but equally loud.

Moolah walks out wearing her verde alpi marble-coloured wrestling singlet, black MMA-style gloves, knee pads and combat boots. She holds the championship over her shoulder and takes her sweet time to walk to the ring.

Lodestar: And her opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing 275 pounds, she is the PSW Jewell's Champion, BIIIIG MAMAAA MOOOOOOLAAAAAAH!

The crowd becomes even louder. She stops in front of the ring, taking it all in. Moore is urging her to get inside, so they can get the match started. The referee, a short middle-aged blonde man tells Moore to back up. Moolah just stares at her with a big toothy grin. The crowd is starting to go into a frenzy, some of them are actively trying to warn Moore about something. The

Lodestar quickly exits the ring.

The Outlaw turns around to see Cody K. Olwagen sliding into the ring with a chair. She acts quickly, stepping on it and kicking the small man in the face. She quickly picks up the chair and is about to bring it down on him, only for the chair to be pulled out of her hands by Vito Montani.

The Tectonic Champion tosses the chair aside and drops Moore with a vicious right hand, knocking her out. The crowd's boos are unified and heavy as Montani drags Moore's unconscious body near the

Montani (Points at Olwagen): It's time, Cody. Silver Bullet, put it through her heart!

Olwagen (nods and smirks): Got you.

Olwagen climbs to the top turnbuckle, the referee pleading with him to stop. Montani shoves the ref out of the way.

Montani: DO IT!

Olwagen points at Moore with both hands and performs a diving double foot stomp, onto her chest. The impact wakes Moore up while simultaneously knocking the wind out of her. She coughs, wretches and gasps for air as Moolah finally enters the ring.

The boos are ringing louder than ever as The Jewell's Champion gestures for the referee to stand up.

Moolah: Ring the bell, Charlie.

Charlie (points at Moore): Moolah, please. She's not in any state to compete-

Moolah (raises both eyebrows): Charlie?

Charlie backs away in fear, then closes his eyes and calls for the bell. He turns away as Moolah puts down her championship. Montani grabs Moore by the hair and arm and forces her to stand. The bandana on her face slips off revealing her freckles and the gap in her teeth.

Moolah (Approaches and puts a hand on Moore's face): Aren't you embarrassed? How many times, Jessie? How many times are we going to do this?

Moore (spits in Moolah's face): As many taahms as it takes!

Moolah straightens, her face is a mask of rage and disgust. She wipes her face, turns around runs toward the ropes at a frightening speed for her size and comes back to hit Moore with a vicious Spear that stuns the crowd.

Charlie turns dejectedly turns around to face the action, sensing the end being near. Moolah then rolls onto her stomach, roughly sits on her back and performs a Camel Clutch. Charlie comes to check on Moore, who is already out cold. He calls for the bell, ending the match. Moolah isn't letting go, however. In fact, she's cranking harder.

Charlie: Moolah? Moolah, please. Let her go. You're gonna break her back, Moolah, I'm begging you, let her go.

Montani (points at The Lodestar outside the ring): Hey! What are yuh waitin' fawr? Do yuh jawb!

Lodestar (fearfully nods): L-ladies and gentleman!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Lodestar: Ladies and gentlemen! Your winner by submission and STILL PSW Jewell's Champion, BIG MAMA MOOLAH!

The announcement is barely heard over the continued chorus of boos as Moolah continues to crank the Camel Clutch, almost folding Moore in half. Olwagen picks up the Jewell's title and presents it to Moolah, who finally lets go of the lifeless Outlaw.

The champion takes her prize and drapes it over her shoulder while standing on her opponent's back. Olwagen gives Montani his own title. The three of them hold up their hands, curling their index fingers and holding out their thumbs and pinkies, making their hands resemble dog heads as the crowd continues to reign down louder and louder boos.