Television Championship: Tracks (c) vs Vegas

[Jack Tracks]

"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, and is for the GHW Television Championship!"

The lights dim just a bit in the arena, switching to a very familiar pattern that plays over the entire audience. Those oh-so-sweet piano notes and the dulcet tones of Freddie Mercy fill the speakers, almost enough to cover the roar of the crowd. The intro plays for a bit, letting the tension build for the big hit of notes.



Once the music speeds up, and the flashing of the lights matches the tempo, the champion Jack Tracks enters the arena, the cheers of the crowd renewing for him. Tracks makes a beeline straight for the ring, slapping a couple hands on the way over, before leaping right under the bottom rope. Belt in hand, Tracks jumps over to the far corner, right on to the second turnbuckle, and raises the title up high for everyone to see.

"In the ring, the champion, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 240 pounds...Jack....Tracks!"

Tracks bobs his head to the song a bit more, before handing the belt off to the ref.

[Jack Tracks]

With both men in the ring, the much-awaited title match is finally ready to begin. The ref calls for the bell, with both Jack Tracks and Vince Vegas ready to go. After it rings, however, neither one comes right out swinging. Instead, both men walk towards the center of the ring, slowly, but definitely not calmly. Tracks, as he often does in these high-stakes title matches, has his serious business face on, his lips down in a scowl. Not so much of anger, but more concentration. Vegas, on the other hand, seems much happier to be there. A cocky grin on his face calls back to the fact that he was able to technically get a win over the champion last week, although the conditions around it were...let's just say less-than-clean.

"You can see the tension just by seeing these two locking eyes! After last week, it's not surprising, either."

"These two guys have seen a whole lot of one another, pretty much all of it on opposite sides. Tracks and Vegas know each other pretty well by now. Hopefully this match will finally settle things between them."

"This will have to. Jack Tracks went on record earlier this week saying that this was the last chance he'd be giving Vince Vegas to get the title off of him. He says he's given Vince enough chances over their time in GHW to get a title off of him, and that this will be the last of it, for good or ill."

The ref speaks to both men, explaining the rules for the title match, but they know the drill right now, and pay him no mind. The two jaw-jack back and forth at each other, when one of the men decide to get things going. With a quick movement, a hand comes smacking across Jack Tracks' face, with the crowd letting out a classic "ooooooohhhhhh!!!" like kids on a schoolyard.

Tracks licks his lips, and that scowl of his turned to a smirk. He touches his cheek briefly to test it, then looks to Vegas again, nodding slowly as he keeps his smile on. Vegas, unsurprisingly, looks mighty pleased with himself, but it doesn't last much longer, as Tracks grabs his by his big, bald head, and spins towards the corner, tossing the challenger good and hard, to the point where Vince nearly goes flying straight over it! Instead, his stomach lands against the top turnbuckle, his face making a visible OOMPH for the camera. He bounces back off, and Tracks catches Vegas by the back of the head once more, and this time gets a running start towards the other side, and gets himself plenty of speed this time. With a mighty heave, Vince Vegas is sent tumbling over the top rope and down to the floor. Tracks turns back to the crowd and lets out a mighty shout, already off to a good start.

"Looks like they won't be wasting any time on this one! We're ten seconds into the match and it already has been taken to the floor!"

Vegas rolls up and to his feet, shaking the hard landing out of his head. The champ doesn't want to give him too much time, though, and runs right to the ropes. He bounces off and comes running back. The King of the Road goes for a skid, aiming a baseball slide right at Vegas' shiny skull. But he hasn't done enough yet to get his foe's reaction time slowed enough, and Vince, with a bit of quick thinking, steps aside. Not only does the slide miss, but Vince gets a hold of Tracks' ankle and yanks HARD, pulling the champion much faster than he had intended, sending his whole body crashing to the outside. The landing inflicts a nice bit of whiplash, visible by Tracks' long hair going all over the place.

"It's a little too early to try and get the jump like that. I think Vince had a little bit too much cockiness at the face-off, but once you kick that out of him, he shows that he's very good at being aware of his surroundings."

Vegas pounces, taking hold of the bottom rope and planting his boot under Tracks' chin, trying to choke him out early. The TV Champ struggles to get the foot off, but the leverage is a significant advantage. But that's not going to win the belt, as Vegas hears the ref counting them out. He brings his boot up and back down one good, hard time, right to the sternum, before sliding into the ring, standing up and taunting the booing crowd with the classic "I'm so smart" tap of the head.