This match has been granted a 12 hour extension.

Big Jim starts things off with the ex-world champ, who gives the ropes a few test bounces by way of warm up, before locking up with the Black Rapids brute.  Jim rears back and easily sends the smaller man flying across the ring, tumbling into the bottom rope and nearly becoming entangled.  The Taco Bell Warrior is slow to get to his feet, as his woodsy adversary urges him to rise.  With a hand on the ropes, he does so, letting Jim cool off a little by taking his time.  He gets himself into the corner and charges out to meet the Canadian again.  This lock-up is even briefer than the first, and Diveraz is hurdled backward, almost falling over the top strand to the floor below.  Jim stampedes toward him, his arm uplifted in order to deliver some great clubbing blow, but the Mexican is quick to exit, leaving only the turnbuckle pad to absorb the wrath of the woodsman.  Safely on the other side of the squared circle, Diveraz takes an opportunity to confer with his partner, while Big Jim pulls at the ropes in disgust.

Well I’m not seeing too much ring culture from these guys in the experience Teddy.

They’re slow to start in this one, but give them time and they will surprise you.  

The 157-pounder goes back to the well for a third time, but managed to grab a headlock on his larger opponent.  Feeling the Mexican’s arms grating at the sides of his cranium, Jim forces both himself and Diveraz into the ropes and manages to extricate himself with a mighty shove, sending his quarry dashing to the far side of the ring.  When the ropes return Diveraz, Big Jim steps to him with a shoulder block that puts him back into control.  Growling like the beast he is, Jim forces his opposition to ropes.  Firing him to the opposite side and setting up for a clothesline, the twisted timber slayer is thrown when Señor Beaner ducks the lariat, and catches air off the near ropes to deliver a high cross body.  Big Jim is not moved however, catching the smaller man and holding him, only until Takumi launches a dropkick off the top, which cause Jim to crackle and drop like the majestic larch.  Dog-piling Jim only gets the Experience a two count, but it’s apparent the tide of the match has shifted.  

There you are Joey, that’s an impressive showing!

That’s double-teaming….

The man from Osaka quickly grabs an arm wringer on the ascendant logger, the referee totally unaware of the lack of a tag on the part of the Experience.  Takumi continues twisting the tattooed arm in order to deprive Jim of one of his most potent weapons.  Pulling the wounded woodcutter to his corner the thirty-year-old makes a tag, holding out Jim’s twisted arm so his Mexican compatriot can crash down upon it.  Diveraz picks up on the arm wringer again and, ducking a wild clothesline attempt by Jim, counters with a few choice shots to the chops.  Once again the Cultural Experience switches combatants legally and then makes good use of the 5-second DQ count in order to wrench on both of Jim’s arms.  The Sou’West savage calls on his strength though and pulls both his lighter foes into each other, drawing both a dull thud and the sympathetic cries of the crowd.  Greedy, Jim hazards a double clothesline, but comes up short.  Having charged through the midst of the opposing team, Jim terms only to be met with a pair of reverse crescent kicks that his head ringing.  A similar fate awaits an over anxious Cletus, who barges into the ring in aid of his partner.  A pair of double clotheslines then clears the ring of the Crew and leaves the Japexicans awash in the adulation of the crowd.

Again, they’re using the illegal double team; it’s smart, no doubt, but the ref shouldn’t be letting it go.  

The official clearing taking a more laxed view Joe, no one wants to see this one end with a DQ.

The fan favourites allow their foes a few minutes of respite, before backing off enough so as to invite them to return to the fray.  The lumbermen do, Big Jim slipping under the ropes and promptly tags the Beaubear Bruiser.  Cletus surveys Diveraz with a steely gaze before doubling him over with a well-placed kick to the gut.  Grabbing a front facelock, pine island powerhouse smashes his forearm down across the back of the former world titlist.  The Irish whips sends Diveraz off, he ducks a feral clothesline attempt and makes the blind tag to his partner.  He then sets up a hurricanrana, straddling the head of the lumberjack.  The move is brought off with the help of the new legal man, Takumi Sanu.  With Cletus’ head between his knees, MexiMelt uncorks a few choice shorts to the upper part of the birler’s melon, before jogging out of the ring in order that  Sanu and take over.  The man from Japan clasps Cletus’s arm, but loses focus ever so slightly; more than long enough for the beast of bonnie Beaubears to free himself with a stiff jab or two.  A few clubbing blows across the back and Cletus is ready to hit a big clothesline, but the whip goes awry, and his arm sails harmlessly over Takumi’s head.  The Japanese grappler makes the tag to his mate, slides under the legs of the bigger man and takes up position behind him.  When Cletus absorbs a full-impact standing dropkick from the Mystic Midget, he stumbles backward, only to fall over a quadruped Sanu, who, not officially legal, follows up with a schoolboy for one count.

They’re making the Logging Crew look like fools out there.

Not a difficult feat, but they’d best be sure they aren’t just pissing the big guys off with all this fun and games.

Cletus, clearly flustered, gets to his feet, turning just in time to catch Sento-Ki coming off the ropes.  He drives the smaller man into the canvas with a vicious spinebuster.  Grasping him by the hair, he raises him up and shoots him to the ropes, back-dropping him high into the air, only to watch his descent to the match and soak in the crowd’s dismay at the sickening crash the 210-pounder’s body makes as it collides with the canvas.  A cover from Cletus gets only a two, and Takumi is eager to get his feet under him, whether or not he should.  As it turns out, he likely should not have been so keen, as the river forks rambler snatches him up once more, only to drive him into the mat with a scoop slam.  Cletus goes for the cover again, but this time Diveraz rushes into the ring and gives the whistle punk a kick in order to break up the fall.  As Cletus chases him back across the ring, with the official in tow, Big Jim takes the opportunity to enter things once more and throttle Takumi while all the others are occupied.

What do you call that Joe?

I call it, ‘what’s good for the goose is good for the gander’.  If these little fellas want to play lumberjack, well they’ll have to handle their end of the log. 

Once everything regularizes, Cletus drags the supine form of Sanu into Logging Crew territory before making the tag.  Before the referee can show the larger of the two out though, the woodsmen share their culture, in the form, of a double helping of double axe handles.  Jim sends Raitoningu to the buckle, and follows up with a big boot that sends him to the outside.  While Cletus draws fire from the referee, as well as from Diveraz, Jim scoots to the outside and snatches up his fallen prey.  Hold him across his chest, he rams Sanu’s back into the post, before throwing him back inside.  The referee just after gaining control of everything, he watches as Jim plows over Takumi with a lariat and counts the Osaka native’s shoulders down for two seconds thereafter, much to Big Jim’s chagrin.  Jim decides to give Cletus another crack at picking up the win, but the larger logger finds a newly resurgent Sanu in the ring, doggedly returning the big man’s shots, blow for blow.  When it’s clear that Cletus’ shots have a good deal more mustard on them, Takumi still won’t back down, leaping into his aggressor’s arms and loosing a flurry of punches.  Cletus merely absorbs the blows, grips tight, and strides to his own corner, where Big Jim his more than happy to work over the Japanese grappler’s kidneys.  Cletus synchs I the bearhug, as the smaller man calls out to crowd for support, and receives it in cheers of encouragement.  A few more shots seem to loosen the Beaubearian’s grip and a bell clap frees him.  Still not sure where he is though, he scales the nearest turnbuckle and leaps into Cletus’ arms, which solidly plant him into the mat with a powerslam.  Winding up for an elbow drop, Cletus comes to release how unfunny it is to land on your humerus when there’s no one home.  A hot tag later and Dominik Diveraz officially re-enters the contest.  

They needed to make that tag, Sanu was in there way too long.

Not argument there Teddy, Dominik’s plenty fresh, let’s see what he can do. 

Puches pepper Cletus’ homely visage, until he’s backed into a corner and quickly assailed from above.  Big Jim tries to intervene, but catches a few stiff knocks himself and is sent reeling.  Cletus is sent into the far ropes and gets a shot in the bread basket upon his returning.  Another bounce from Diveraz and he sails over the brawny birler, hooking him into a sunset flip.  Cletus holds his ground for a moment until he eats a dropkick from Takumi and falls to the canvas.  At not quite two Diveraz abandons the cover, seconds before Jim drops an elbow that inadvertently levels his partner.  All for men are inside the ring and the Experience has the Crew in opposing corners, raining blows upoin them as the crowd counts along.  They got for the double whip, but Cletus manages to reverse and hit the Clear-cut clothesline.  Jim sees victory and incepts the man from Japan, while Cletus makes the fateful cover on Diveraz that wins the match.