The contest begins with a stare down, as each of the combatants tries to get the measure of his opposition.  Insano and Andrews are no strangers, and the perverse pulp peeler’s been around the block a few times himself, so no one is up to make an early error in this one.  Forever striving at his own ends, Big Jim opts to take the air and exit the ring, drawing Andrews after him and a chase ensues while the bestial Insano looks on.  Jim slides into the ring, ducks a feral clothesline from the colossus and files out the other side of the ring in short order. This leaves his two opponents to glare at each other in the centre of the squared circle.  

I’ve never known Jim to run from a fight.

It’s ring psychology, there’s three guys in there, no use in jumping straight into things.

Maybe so, and Jim has been off this last while.

True enough, maybe some ring rust.

While Andrews & Insano posture and trade insults, the Black Rapids brute slides inside and, after propelling himself off the ropes, drives a knee into the small of Ace’s back, casting him aside.  A series of stiff forearm blows are summarily served to the insane one, driving him to a knee.  Once again heading to the ropes for some extra impetus, Jim is greeted upon his returning by a size 14 that hits him square in the chest and stomps him to the canvas.  In an impressive show of brute strength, the Ripper grasps the lumberman around the throat and heaves him into the air in a vicious chokehold.  

An impressive show of strength here by the Insane One, he is power personified.

He had better stop showboating is what I say.  He might have muscles bigger than your head, but I think his head is a little hollow if he thinks all that baloney will take him to the W.

I don’t know, he looks to be on top of things thus far.

Jim doesn’t care for his lofty anaerobic perch, and jams a thumb into Insano’s eye to show as much.  However, he scarcely has time to catch his breath in the wake of this liberation before Ace hooks his head and delivers a bulldog that reintroduces the woodsman’s face to the mat.  Jim’s on his feet quickly, but on rubber legs and easy prey for a running clothesline from the insane superstar, which sends him to the outside.  Back in the ring, Andrews takes advantage of the situation at hand and grabs a side headlock on Nate, but the bruiser from Orlando backs him into the ropes and shoves his opposition to the far side.  Ace hits the far ropes and comes off with a shoulder tackle that momentarily drops the Floridian.  Scooping him into a fireman’s carry, Andrews finds he can’t maintain the big man and Nate drops down behind him and hits a shoulder block of his own, which sends the Las Vegas native to the corner as he tries to preserve his vertical base.  Insano is hot on his heels however, with a series of kicks to the midsection aimed at breaking down the platinum playboy.  

If Ace wants to win he has to be smarter than that.  Either run this guy down or pick a body part and take it away from him.

No one has the answer for Nate Insano thus far!

An Irish whip sends the Nevadan to the opposite side with such force that he crumbles to the mat and rolls to the outside, eager for respite.  As the Gore Machine strides to the strands, eager to inspect his victim, he fails to notice that Big Jim has re-entered the fray.  Jim wastes little time waiting for an invitation and proceeds to fire some hard shots into his opponent’s kidneys, putting Insano on the backfoot.  A rake to the face sets up for a suplex by the logger, but Insano draws on some inner mettle, shakes off the move, and springs to his feet, greeting the rising Jim with a powerslam.  Jim thinks it’s a good time to reassess the situation from the safety of the ring floor and opts for another quick exit just as Ace Andrews, having collected himself, returns to action.  After delivering a belly-to-belly suplex on the beset beast, the billionaire opts to make a pin, but barely gets a count of one before an authority kickout by Nate.

I don’t think a suplex, even from the former champ, is going to stop Insano tonight.

Well, obviously not that one, he kicked out.  What’s with Jim taking all these powders outside the ring?

Clearly some of that ring rust we were speaking of earlier on.

The former two-time heavyweight champ isn’t flustered in the least, he knew this would take time and cover was only an effort to gauge the state of the opposition’s defences.  He lays in a reverse chinlock, mounting the back of Insano, intent on making his opponent carry as much extra weight as possible.  Nate fights to get his feet under him and struggles upward, before Big Jim lands a clubbing double axe handle blow across the back of Andrews and sends both Ace and Insano tumbling to the mat.  The corporate cutthroat having absorbed the worst of the blow, Jim turns his attention to Nate, and rains a number of axe handles down upon his prone form.  Raising his arms to deliver a final blow, the Canadian is caught by the insane one and driven into the corner.  A succession of solid shoulder thrusts pound Jim’s midriff, but a bull’s rush by Insano is ill-timed and Jim drops clear, posting his shoulder against the steel of the ring post.

There it is; Jim let the ox make a mistake.  He’s long on muscles but short on brains.

He hit that post with a lot of force, he could have really injured himself there.  Look for Jim to take advantage of that.

Jim shuffles away, but gets only a few steps before he’s rolled up by Ace Andrews.  A kickout at two saves the woodsman from defeat, but he’s dragged to his feet all the same.  Jim plants a kick to Andrews’ midsection and executes a sloppy DDT, but it’s clear he’s still reeling himself, as he pants on the mat.  After a moment he rolls toward Ace, shoots the half and attempts a pin of his own, only to be foiled at two himself.  After a few choice words for the official, regarding the speed of his count, Jim’s serpentine arms set to work, coiling Andrews into a cobra clutch.  Jim then arches his legs and back, bending Ace's torso and neck upwards.  

King Cobra here by Big Jim, he likes working that grinding and slow pace…

And he likes to have you in his hands…trapped so you can’t escape.

Insano interrupts the prospective submission, by dead-lifting Jim onto his shoulder.  The lumberman tries to use Ace Andrews as an anchor to weigh him down and prevent his assent, but his grip fails him when matched against the muscle of Nate.  A few impotent clubbing blows to the chest is all Jim can manage before the Ripper breaks into a trot and slams him off his shoulder and onto the mat.  Insano gets to his feet only to discover that Ace has found the strength to regain a vertical base.  The ex-heavyweight champion spins the insane one into a hard shot, but gets one in reply.  The two men trade blows for a moment, until Andrews gains a head of steam of the ropes and a clothesline staggers Nate.  Looking to go back to the well, Ace hits the ropes again, only to be caught by the ankle, as Big Jim moves this match to the floor.

Well, he’s spent a fair bit of this contest on the floor, maybe Jim has some plans on how to turn this match to his advantage.

I’m sure whatever is floating in that logger’s mind, it won’t be good for his opponents.

A forceful whip sends Andrews careening into the ring stairs.  The master of the pulp hook surveys the situation with steely calm and harkens the beckoning of his eccentric counterpart inside the ring.  As Insano approaches, wary of giving the logger any room to work, he gets a dirty thumb thrust into his ocular zone, and stumbles backward.  Jim acts quickly, executing a side Russian legsweep and going for a cover, which nets him little more than two.  Attempting a reverse chinlock, even the wily woodsman is taken aback when Nate begins to fight to his feet, clearly still able to shake free the cobwebs with relative ease.  Opting to go to the ropes for added momentum, Jim abandons his hold and hits the strands.  Insano ducks a wild clothesline and replies with a back body drop.  Jim sees the ring from on high for mere seconds before learning the finer points of gravity first hand.  As he staggers to his feet, he’s trussed up by the brawny madman and driven spine-first into the canvas.  

Spinebuster!  This one could be over right now.

No!  He’s going to the corner, setting up for a spear it looks like.  This is a big mistake in my book, he should have gone for the cover.

If he hits this, it won’t matter.

If…

With the gore machine squatting in the corner, everyone in the area and many more watching at home know what’s coming next.  A freight train-like Ripper blows through Big Jim and takes him off his feet.  Wanting to be doubly sure of his victory, Nate snatches up the wounded woodsman, intent upon tingling his spine.  An instant before he sets to work however, Ace Andrews hits a chop-block and the two-man tower crumbles into rubble.  Wasting little time with self-satisfaction, Andrews twists the legs of Mike Insano into the Platinum Cloverleaf, leaning back and hoping for a submission victory.  

I told you earlier on, Nate should have covered Big Jim when he had the chance.  Those muscles can’t save him now.

Pain written across the face of the Florida-native here, and Big Jim is still folded up on the mat.

He better get a wiggle on, or he’s gonna lose his first match back.

Big Jim interjects with an elbow drop and breaks the hold, but flops down onto the canvas himself, clearly not yet recovered from the beating he’s already sustained.  For a moment, all three men lay prone on the mat, before Ace and Jim Struggle to their feet.  Jim plants a boot to the midriff of the opposition and attempts to set up the Hermit Hangover, his mind on ending this contest sooner rather than later.  Andrews slips free of the pulp peelers grasp and delivers a knife-edged chop to put some distance between them.  Jim replies with an overhand slap, stepping forward into the breach.  The two men fire back and forth in the centre of the ring, until Insano rushes forward and double clotheslines them both.  

Can nothing keep Nate Insano down?  He’s got fire in his eyes, passion in his heart…

And needle pricks in his ass I bet.  No way this guy passed the ‘Wellness Program’  he’s on the juice or something.  No one shrugs off the moves he has in this match.

He’s no ordinary man.

With a triumphant bellow, Nate takes up Andrews and hooks a front facelock, seemingly intent upon a suplex.  Strangely however, he chooses instead to hoist Jim from the canvas too and prepare him for a suplex as well.  While the crowd’s expectation, at the sight of a prospective inverse double suplex, reaches a fevered pitch, Jim slips the grasp of the demented grappler and gives a kick to the gut that allows Andrews to escape as well.  The two men ally for a moment, venting their collective frustrations upon the body of Insano in a series of strikes.  Beaten to the mat, Nate is prone and the two erstwhile enemies give each other the nod and set up a double suplex that flattens the man who’s been the biggest threat to victory for both men.  

There you go, finally these guys have seen the light.  If they knock off this gorilla they can decide this match between them.

It’s a smart move, I’ll give you that, but how long can these two egos coexist?

Big Jim wastes little time dissolving the alliance and swinging a haymaker, which Andrews ducks and, hitting the ropes, replies with a shoulder block.  A second cross gets Jim no further ahead, but rather caught with an inverted atomic drop.  Ace fetches Jim’s legs, intent upon giving the cloverleaf another attempt, albeit on a different opponent.  The twisted timber slayer isn’t about to afford him that chance however and kicks off, sending the billionaire to the buckle.  As the wealthier man staggers out, Jim hits a running high knee and goes for a cover, ending up with a frustrating two once again.   Jim lets fly with a stream of curses, but rises to his feet and drags Ace to verticality behind him.  A sudden roar from the crowd indicates to him that all is not as it should be, but it’s too late as a returning Insano plows through him with a Ripper.  

Pin Him!  Pin Him!

They shoulda shot that guy, he is not human.

Nate hooks both of Jim’s legs, but Ace Andrews isn’t about to let this match slip away.  He breaks things up and fires a few choice shots into the lunatic grappler as he comes to his feet.  An Irish whip sends Nate to the far side, but he ducks a clothesline and replies with one of his own that turns the ex-champion inside out.  Another deadlift by the insane one sees Andrews splays across Insano’s shoulders before being sent to the mat by a Spine Tingler.  The referee has barely counted one on the cover when the obvious victor sees the perverse pulp peeler stagger to his feet, still doubled over in pain and facing the assembled masses.  Nate forsakes what is sure to be the winning fall and sets up for  a third Ripper that will surely spell the end of the Black Rapids Brute and sent him back to the woods with his comeback curtailed.  He’s in mid-stride when Jim turns and pays homage to the Original Sheik, blinding and burning the charging Insano with a fireball.  Quick as he’s able, Jim cradles the recumbent Andrews and scores the pinfall.  The scorn of the fans rains down on the victor as the referee raises his hand and he beats a brisk retreat to join his partner in the back.