Ben Stonewall: "Here he goes! Amp is preparing for take-off!"

Stuntman Colt Calhoun: "Wait! No!"

It happened all within an instant. The tides turned with the simple motion of a foot swing. Chain's patented finishing move, The Wiggler, connected as Amp took off with the superplex -- as he lifted off, Chain's weight shifted with the shifting of his foot, which was then turned in to a three quarter neckbreaker. Both men's bodies crashed upon the top of the cage -- Amp just so happened to be the unlucky one that went through the already dented cell top.

Stuntman Colt Calhoun: "That's it! It's over with! Both of them are dead!"

Ben Stonewall: "Oh... my... God..."

Stuntman Colt Calhoun: "But on a serious note, I think Amp broke his neck."

Ben Stonewall: "And Chain doesn't seem to be in that great of a condition either! He's favoring his right arm extensively!"

Still, though, the drive and determination motivated him to eventually complete the high test of endurance. Mister Incredible inched up the ladder rung by rung, all the way until he reached the top. He rested his head on the pedestal, looking down at the still immobile Amplitudinous One. With a sense of safety, he climbed a few more steps and reached high above his head, unlatching the Bar Room Brawl championship.

The bell rang. Confetti rained from the SHOW Palace arena's raftors (which didn't seem that far of a fall before it reached Jay Marco). Fans rose to their feet, cheered without a sense of containment, and slapped their hands together as a sign of a respectful uproar. Chain raised the Bar Room Brawl championship above his head with one arm... he finally felt accomplished -- as if the work he had put forth in the Wrassle[dot]Network for nearly ten years finally paid off.

At the same time, though, he couldn't look down on any wrassler he defeated during the tournament. The match with Swingblade took a lot out of him... especially with the drunken rednecks hollering while they did battle. Demonica Vile's strive was unmatched... she just came up unlucky. She would have been the first repeat Bar Room Brawl champion in recollection -- but that was cut short by Chainy. And finally, Amp had to have been the most strenuous and stresfful fight. Both men were already spent from the previous rounds. It turned out to be the test of faith in one's self and pop quiz of stamina.

The major stage of Chain Reaction's career had finally been reached -- he achieved the only goal he wanted to achieve since entering the Wrassle[dot]Network... and he felt the greatest sense of satisfaction despite the ten years it took to get to the level he wanted to reach. T3SOB? USOB? Neither meant anything to him. Amp proved to be the perfect competitor for Chain Reaction to square off against -- because he wasn't a push over, nor was he an easy task to overcome in any manner.