"Polyaporous" by Breaking Benjamin hits the Rexplex, signalling the arrival of the SWW Intercontinental Championship match.

Dita Scarling: "Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the vacant SWW Intercontinental Championship. Introducing first, from Boston, weighing in at 237 pounds, Maverick!"

Maverick gets a mild, mixed reaction from the New Jersey crowd as he slides under the bottom rope and walks into the middle of the ring. He looks around at the crowd as his music fades out. Deep inhalation from the crowd create a light, yet noticeable vaccuum in the building. Upon hearing AMEN's "Buy American", all this breath is instantly released in the form of passionate jeers.

Nick Flynn: "What? This crowd should be bowing before Ricky Storm!"

"Canadian Thunder" briskly steps through the curtains and onto the stage with an arrogant swagger, his Tag Team Title draped over his right shoulder.

Dita Scarling: "Now on his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is one half of the SWW Tag Team Champions, Ricky Storm!"

The crowd's boos get louder as Ricky throws his arms into the air at the mention of his name.

Ice: "Look at the cockiness of this man."

Nick Flynn: "He has every right to be cocky, Ice. One of the finest Junior Heavyweights that this industry has ever seen is about to become a double champion here tonight."

Ice: "I don't know about that, Maverick has a lot to offer. He will not go down without a fight."

The referee struggles to take the Tag Team Title from Ricky, who refuses to let go of it. After a few seconds, as the referee puts more effort and strength into it, Ricky lets go of it and the ref falls flat on his ass. Embarrassed, the ref hands the title belt to the timekeeper and takes the Intercontinental Title. He hold it up the air before handing it to the timekeeper.

Ice: "We're about to get this match under way, and look at that, Ricky just attacked Maverick before the bell!"

As the bell rings, Maverick is on the ground, as Ricky stomps at his chest. He lifts Maverick to his feet, but a swift fist to the gut takes the wind out of him. Maverick whips Ricky into the turnbuckle and runs after him, but Ricky grabs the top rope and lifts his feet up, placing them on Maverick's shoulders. He spins away from the turnbuckle and delivers a headscissors. Maverick gets right back up and is met witha flying leg lariat. Ricky drops his knee on Maverick's face and begins punching furiously at him.

Ice: "It's this vicious streak of Ricky's that broke Trap Martin's neck."

Nick Flynn: "No, retard, it was the Thunder Bomb. Go Ricky!"

The ref breaks up the assault, and Maverick seizes the opportunity to sweep the legs out from under Ricky. He drags Ricky to his feet and applies a front facelock. He lifts Ricky in the air in a stalling vertical suplex position. Ricky swings his feet in order to gain momentum, and counters the move into a DDT. He quickly hooks the leg, and as the ref begins to make the count, grabs the second rope. 1... 2... 3!

Nick Flynn: "Yes! We have a double champion here tonight in New Jersey! That was quick and effortless."

Ice: "Oh, come on ref, Ricky blatantly cheated! He held the rope! This is not fair!"

Nick Flynn: "Well, Ice, these things happen. Personally, I feel that justice has been done in this match. Maverick clearly did not have the devotion or the resilience necessary to hold a title like the SWW Intercontinental Championship. The title doesn't make Ricky Storm, Ricky Storm makes the title."

Ice: "Yeah, whatever, I just hope we crown a new, deserving champion sometime soon."

Nick Flynn: "Nark."
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