Al raises his arms in the air and the crowd cheers for him.

Amanda Summers: and his opponent... making his SFT return... Brass Martin!

"Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed plays on the PA as Brass Martin appears at the runway. Once he gets halfway down the runway he runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and gets up. He stands in on of the corners and awaits his opponent.

*DING DING*

Brass Martin comes running at Al Coholic and both of them lock up. Brass attempts to over power Al, but Al quickly lets go of the hold and puts Brass into a quick powerslam. Al begins to kick Brass Martin in the stomach, while Brass is on the mat. Al than picks Brass back up and tosses Brass into the ropes, Brass comes back and is met with a powerful kick to the jaw.

JC: The newcomer Al taking control of this match.

RW: He is the man, that is why..

Al climbs the top ropes and than jumps off to land a flying elbow drop, right on the chest of the fallen Brass. Al, covers Brass with a smirk upon his face...

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KICKOUT!

Al is in disbelief, as he gets back up and yells at the ref.

JC: Doesn't look like Al agrees with the refs count.

RW: Well, he was counting slowly...

Al walks over to Brass Martin and picks him back up. Al attempts to put Brass into a double arm ddt, but Brass lifts Al over his back, Al slams onto the mat hard. Brass than does a quick elbow drop on the chest of Al. Brass gets up and grabs Al's legs and puts Al into a Texas Clover Leaf. Al screams in pain, while attempting to drag himself to the ropes. Brass sees this and drags Al back into the middle of the ring.

JC: Looks like Al is in a bit of a trouble here.

RW: He'll get out of it, he's a Hardcore Legend.

JC: What does that have to do with a leglock.

RW: Shut up...

Brass applies more pressure on the lock, but after a few seconds of Al not tapping, Brass Martin lets go of the lock and picks Al back up. While Al is half way up on his feet, he low blows Brass; Brass falls to his knees holding his crotch, while Al gets up to his feet.

JC: Very cheap...

RW: You got to do whatever to win.

Al grabs Brass by the hair and begins to punch Brass in the face. Blood begins to flows down Brass forehead, as Al does a few more punches and than lets go of Brass hair; Brass falls to the mat, with blood all over Al's fist and Brass head. Al leans against the ropes, holding his back, while the fans chant for Brass to get back up. Al tells them to shut up, and than walks back over to Brass and picks Brass up. Al tosses Brass into the corner turnbuckles, Al than runs right at Brass, but is met with a boot to the face by Brass. Al wobbles back and than flops to the ground *crowd cheers*. Brass walks over to Al, while wiping some blood off from his forehead. Brass picks Al up and puts Al into a snap suplex, from the ground, Al grabs Brass feet and trips Brass to the ground. Al quickly gets back up and puts Brass into the Boston Crab...

RW: ITS OVER HERE!

Brass screams in pain as he holds his face to the mat. Al smiles in pleasure, as he applies more pressure onto the hold. The crowd begins to chant Brass Martin name once again.

RW: Why are they behind Brass Martin?

JC:...

RW: Ah, I know now, I see a few rednecks out there...

Al lets go of the hold and picks Brass back up. Al tosses Brass into the corner turnbuckles, he than walks over to Brass and lifts Brass up to the tope ropes. Al climbs up along with Brass and attempts to put Brass into a top rope suplex, but Brass won't budge, Brass than gets a few punches in on Al, and than pushes Al off the top ropes. Al slams onto the mat hard. Brass stands ontop of the top ropes, waiting for Al as the crowd cheers on....

RW: DONT GET UP!

Al gets back up and looks over to Brass.. Brass jumps off the top ropes and lands a Brass Assassin on Al! Brass quickly covers..

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