As the strains of Huddy Ledbetter fade away, now drown out by the clang of the bell, we get underway.  Day Draven and Big Jim square off, the smaller man moving lightly around his larger foe, searching for an opening and getting only a greasy glower in return from the man from the rapids.  Jim tries for a lock-up, but his lunge it out stepped and Draven grabs a waistlock.  Trying to ride it out Day soon discovers that the logger’s serpentine fingers have gone to work prying apart the hold.  In short order Big Jim is free, and once again stalking his prey.  Another lunge by the man in faded plaid is countered when Draven picks up a hammerlock and forces Big Jim to go to the ropes and get a break.  Before he can step clear however, the Englishman is snatched up by the Black Rapids Brute, who manages to land a knee to the gut and an elbow to the cervical vertebrae, before finishing up with a big powerslam. 
 
These Dravens are dead meat.  The Logging Crew is gonna chew them up like mulch.
 
On any given night, any team can beat any other…
 
Big Jim is pretty pleased with himself as well, and shares a measure of his sadistic mirth with his partner.  Yet, when he sees Day Draven beginning to stir, he’s quick to the offensive once more, attempting another set-up grapple.  Unfortunately for the Canadian, the twenty-six year old has the move scouted and he replies to the attempted lock-up with a pair of European uppercuts that set the rustic to teetering.  A pair of dropkicks ends what the fisticuffs began and sends Jim to the mat and then to the floor.  After a brief conference with Cletus and stroke on the moose skin, he’s back in however, and ready to go.  He’s caught in a hammerlock once again, a hold which develops into an arm wringer, as Day twists away.  Backed into the ropes, Day reaches out and makes a tag to Luca.  Jim’s attention is diverted to the legal man when he hears the slap of flesh on flesh when the tag is made.  This momentary distraction is enough to cause him to take a few steps back, extending the arm that Day still has a grip on, and allowing Luca to sail off the top rope and drive a knee drop into the exposed appendage.
 
Alright, it looks like the brothers from across the pond have a little life in them yet. Let’s see if Jim can take it as well as he dishes it out.
 
The fresh man catches Big Jim coming on a late interception and fires him into the ropes, catching him with a running clothesline that sends the big man to the mat for the first time in the bout. The crowd begins to come alive in support of the brothers, and Luca tries to seal the deal with a pin, but only gets a two count.  He mounts the turnbuckle as Jim, visibly shaken by the flurry, makes it to his feet. An attempted flying axe handle falls short as his woodsy counterpart has the presence of mind to land a shot to the gut on his flying foe. Jim follows up this desperation tactic by waiting for Luca to rise, before charging in and flattening him with a vicious chop block. With their opposition hobbled, Jim tags out.  Cletus helps the wounded warrior to his feet, only to send him stumbling backwards into the ropes after a chilling inverted atomic drop. Not wasting his time, he launches himself at Luca and both men tumble to the outside after a cactus clothesline. Immediately, both partners jump to the floor and rush to the scene of the crash, colliding over the prone bodies of their comrades. Cletus makes it to his feet first, and, ignoring the melee his partner is embroiled in, drags Draven to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Having left his opponent’s head hanging outside while he banters with the ref, Cletus allows Big Jim to walk the apron to deliver a guillotine leg drop that sucks the air out of the arena.
 
Whoa, a savage leg drop right there. Luca will have nightmares for a month about that big leg crashing down upon him.
 
The Englishman frailly crawls to a neutral corner, trying to gain some respite, but is stalked by the crazed lumberman, who scrapes the sole of his boots across Draven’s panting visage in a humiliating face wash, before tagging out. Wishing to further capitalize on the pitiable state of his opposition, Jim backs up to furnish a running kick, but miscalculates allowing Luca to roll clear before the blow strikes home. The lumberman collides with the turnbuckle, and the Albion bruiser summons enough strength to mash the plaid clad lad into the buckle once more for good measure. He then falls into a tag.
 
He didn’t really make the tag; he just sorta fell into it. Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good I guess.
 
No argument there, and it seems that the Draven have been lucky so far tonight just to survive. For how much longer though, I can’t say.
 
Day comes in like a house of fire and hits a jumping head-butt, followed by a standing dropkick, much to the crowd’s delight. The Logging Crew have seen enough and after Big Jim rolls out of the ring, the two men meet to discuss strategy and rub the animal skins. The crowd voices their disapproval, as does the team in the ring, but they can only wait on the referee’s count. Satisfied with the slight delay in the action, Big Jim climbs onto the apron to resume the conflict, but pauses briefly to take a longing glace at the hide he has just fondled. Draven tries to take advantage by attempting an apron suplex, but halfway through the move Cletus hooks his leg, sending Jim crashing down on top of him for a near fall. As both men make it to their feet, the gent from the New Brunswick wilds pounces on his quarry with a rear naked choke. As he wraps his legs around the Englander, in a controlling body scissors, Jim’s face twists into a fiendish smile. Rescue for brother Luca is quick in coming, as he begins kicking, trying to break Jim’s grip. The referee quickly ushers him away, allowing Cletus an opportunity to get his licks in on the motionless Day and duck out before the official regains control. Frustrated that Day Draven has hung on this long, Jim now begins to bite him, which earns him more than a little reproach from the man in zebra stripes. Having taken his tongue-lashing, Jim is eager to return to punishing his foe. Draven has the wherewithal to give the woodsman a shot in the throat and try a small package for the win, albeit in vain. The surge does prove enough of a shock to Big Jim that the Englishman can make a tag to Luca, who whips the timber cruiser into the buckle, mounts him and rains blows upon him while the crowd counts along.
 
The crowd is on their feet, we could be looking at the beginnings of an upset!
 
Jim manages to execute another inverted atomic drop and, dragging Luca into his corner, makes the tag to Cletus. The two whistle punks begin to double up on the double axe handles, continuing until the Briton is flat on his belly. Cletus waits until Luca struggles to his feet to slap on a bear hug, hoping to sap the last reserves of Draven’s strength. The crowd cry out for their favourite, and, after being prevented from a hair pull and two eye gouges by the ardent official, he manages to break the hold with a bell lap that leaves the cutter with ringing ears. A tag is not in Day’s immediate future however, as Luca makes it only a few shaking steps, before Cletus pulls him back toward the centre of the ring and rakes his back. An Irish whip and stun gun flapjack leaves the local boy lying as the Logging Crew switch out.  Big Jim hauls Draven to his feet and, as before, sends him back from whence he came, this time with the aid of a Russian Leg Sweep. He then sinks in the dreaded Pulp Hook claw hold, and seconds before potentially ending the match up, stretches out his arm and tags his partner in.
 
They’re toying with him now. This match could have been over a couple of times already. The Logging Crew is just here to torture them, I love it!
 
Cletus surveys the prostrate wrestler at his feet and takes to the ropes intent on meting out a leg drop. Luca still has the presence of mind to get out of the way, and as bad vibrations run along Cletus’ spine, the men once dubbed ‘dead meat’ make a hot tag that gets the crowd’s attention again.
 
They got too cocky! They should have finished it while they had the chance.
 
Somewhat embarrassed, Cletus charges to meet Day Draven, but is met with a power slam. He scrambles to his feet, still on rubber legs, and is clamped in a headlock. Day grinds the hold, working his arm around the woodsman’s head. Cletus tries to bounce himself of the ropes, but to no avail. He tries again, but Draven stops short, clearly in control at this point. Finally, Cletus resorts to a half-hearted atomic drop that sets him free. He tries to capitalize but receives a shot to the gut; he makes a quick circle and raises a double axe handle, but gets interrupted by an elbow to midsection. The crowd is now visibly stirring as, for the first time, The Logging Crew seem to have no answer to the momentum of the British warriors.
 
Get ready to eat your words, it looks like The Logging Crew was all sizzle and no steak.
 
Day sends him to the buckle and begins to pummel the lumberjack’s abdomen with rights and lefts. Cletus tries a knee and a switch out to stop the onslaught, but his own shot is blocked and Draven punches his way out of the corner and finishes off with a wind-up punch that elicits a respectable pop from the multitudes. Calling for the end, Day sets up for a piledriver.  Before he can be dropped on his noggin though, Cletus muscles out with a back body drop, and, visibly angered, spins Day into a short-arm clothesline that turns him inside out and upside down. Cletus then charges Luca, knocking him off the apron with forearm club. Pointing an accusing finger at the powerless Draven in the ring, Cletus tags Jim.
 
You were saying?
 
Jim mounts the turnbuckle and Cletus picks up Day Draven in a hanging backbreaker. Jim leaps and connects with a flying axe handle to the Englishman’s sternum; he falls lifeless to the canvas. Jim makes the cover and the referee counts the final three.