Realtor Man vs. 
Boozemaster
-w/ Coach Dad as Special Referee
Joe Peein: We have a jam-packed arena here in Madison Square Garden, in New York City. Our second round is about to get under way. My regular broadcast partner, Dave Razz is in Las Vegas calling next week's fight, so tonight I'm being joined by...
((Pomp and Circumstance plays throughout the arena!))
((J-Cool emerges from the back, to a huge ovation!))
Joe: Well I never thought I'd say this, but J, welcome to the booth.
J-Cool: The pleasure is all yours Joe. Listen to this ovation, it's great to be home, they love me in the big apple! It's only fitting that I be here to call the action.
((J-Cool grins and waves to the crowd.))
Joe: Well I for one, am starting to miss Dave already...lets take it up to our announcer.
Announcer: (( Introducing our first participant...from Champlin, Minnesota...weighing 180 lbs...Realtor Man!!!))
Joe: It's important to note that Realtor Man, wielding his softball bat to the crowd, is without his wife, Mitzy for this fight, due to her condition, as a mother-to-be. I think that is the safe call, as things tend to get crazy out here. 
J-Cool: Why don't we talk about the real story here, Joe. That being the travesty of not being able to compete tonight in front of all my fans who came to see me win and sing karaoke! I should be the one in there tonight and I would be, if not for my idiot cousin...you know it and so does each and everyone of these people!
Joe: Your hyperventilating again.
J-Cool: I need some water...better yet, make it a cappuccino!
Joe: Realtor Man comes out to a great ovation, as he steps into the ring and glances over at his dad, who's wearing the stripes for this big fight. Think there might be some tension there?
J-Cool: Of course, and though it should be me in that ring next, even I have to admit that this is going to be a great fight, I mean forget about Peyton vs. Eli in a couple of weeks, this is bigger than that. This is bigger then Kane vs. Able. This is for a spot in the finals, and it doesn't get any bigger than that, Joe!
Joe: Well J, things are getting a bit testy in the ring, as our ref and Realtor Man are exchanging words, and it appears our appointed ref is ordering Realtor to stand in his corner during the introductions.
J-Cool: You've got too much ego in that ring, Joseph—the ring may not be able to support it all...and now here comes another one.
Announcer: ((And his opponent...hailing from River falls, Wisconsin, and weighing in at 175 lbs...Booozemaster!))
Joe: Boozemaster makes his way to the ring tooting is own horn, so to speak, or should I say saxophone?
J-Cool: It's a good thing I love competition and am a good sport, other wise I might jump in that ring and give everyone a beat down. You want to talk about Boozemaster? He could be a three legged prostitute with herpes and people would still love him, because of his damn name! Talk about a guy making a name for himself, the reverse is true in this case!
Joe: Are you just a little bitter?
J-Cool: Me? Of course not! I'm just cool like that.
Joe: Both fighters get a good reaction from this crowd, as Booze settles into his corner. Their dad is shouting out instructions to both fighters in the center of the ring. J, there will be no excuses in this one, with no corner men at ringside, we have a one-on-one showdown here.
J-Cool: Absolutely, this one will be decided in the ring. Can you feel the electricity Joe? Coach Dad signals for the bell, and the two brothers are face to face in the center of the ring, looking each other in the eyes and waiting for the other to back down.
Joe: Both brothers have their fists clenched and ready for use. J, this one is officially underway!
You Choose the Winner!
>Josh: “Yeah...I'm gonna kick his butt!” 
Ace: “You guys better be ready, because you're going to see something this weekend. Because I'm the best around, and nothing's ever gonna keep me down! Let me also tell you all (the media) that my “Wild Card,” and I (points to the masked man beside him.) are going to use our championship winnings to start up a new reality show: “Who wants to be a Porn Star?”
Ace: “Well if you read the tourney rulebook, you'll see that there aren't any. Which means that anything goes, so I don't feel I owe any apology for my tactics, because this tournament is all about doing what is necessary to win...and let me just add that it is my mission here in Vegas, the greatest city in the world—to win this thing not just for myself, but for each and everyone of those underprivileged poker players out there looking for a break...because damn it, I care!”
(Masked Man grunts and follows behind him.)
