CSWA CHAMPIONS

BB: Well, this is the one all of our Orlando, Florida fans have been waiting for Benson… Sean “Triple X” Stevens was a relative nobody in the CSWA two years ago, and through hard work, he’s fast becoming one of the top superstars on the CSWA roster. But, here… in his hometown… Orlando, Florida … he has a cult-like following… as you can probably tell as the fans are at a fevered pitch.

SB:  That kid’s probably a nervous wreck back there… should’ve given him some of my special: ‘Benson Magic Potion’. It’ll have him calm in minutes.

(SFX: Ding, Ding, Ding.)

(CUTTO: Rhubarb Jones standing in the center of the ring, microphone in hand.)

BB: I don’t think anybody needs THAT before a big match…

SB: When he comes out here, sweating, and stumbling over the fact that he’s wrestling his FIRST main event, in his hometown for the FIRST time, he’ll wish he had it, and if he crawls over here wanting some, normally I’d tell him to kiss off… but, since I’d probably be mugged by all of these morons in this arena, I’d give him a sip.

BB: Anyway… The bell has rung… Rhubarb’s in the center of the ring, let’s get this thing underway.

(CUE UP: “Hell’s Bells” – AC/DC)

SB: A nice dose of my magic potion would make us all happily forget the Feminazi.

(The CSWAvision lights up with the words “Hell’s Belle” as Poison Ivy steps through the curtain wearing a black babydoll T-shirt with the same logo, a black vinyl skirt and what look to be suede boots. She’s carrying her Singapore Cane but is also unaccompanied by anyone.)

BB: Ivy enters the arena to a huge reaction, Sammy – like her or not you can’t deny the fact that she has set a standard for non-com’s in this business that few have approached.

SB: Noncom? She’s always getting in there where she doesn’t belong… you don’t know how much I wanted to see Dan Ryan slap that smug look off her face.

BB: Not to mention her debut in a CSWA wrestling ring where she pinned Sammy Benson. I think someone’s still a little bitter over that one.

SB: I’M NOT BITTER!

BB: Ivy is in the ring and she’s asked for the microphone… I wonder why she hasn’t come down with Eli or Triple X.

SB: Too “Real World”-ish for me.

(CUTTO: The ring, where Rhubarb has left Ivy to it.)

IVY: OR-LAN-DO… ARE YOU READY?!?

(HUGE crowd pop, as a huge smile works its way onto Ivy’s face.)

IVY: This contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit, and it is your Main Event of the evening! The match you are about to witness has taken place a baker’s dozen times before, on three different continents across four years and five different wrestling promotions. Now… they’ve both come home to the CSWA.

BB: Flair and Stevens certainly have had an extensive history.

SB: So?

BB: There’s no reaching you, is there?

IVY: Introducing first, weighing in at three hundred and nine pounds, dependent on how much beer and wings are sitting in his gut, he’s held every active championship in the CSWA except for the Title of the Third Largest City in the Great State of North Carolina, including the retired IntraContinental… From the City that Never Sleeps, delusionally transposed to the Left Armpit of the United States, Hollywood, California …

(CUE UP: “Alone I Break” – KoRn.)

IVY: THIS IS… The Original Nobody… The King of Extreme… “Total Elimination” ELI FLAIR!

(The curtain separates as Flair steps through, and makes his way down the ramp. Occasionally, Flair would pause and point at a fan holding a sign, making their day, but for the most part, he was all business. Eli entered the ring and hopped on the turnbuckle thrusting his arms in the air, soaking up all the cheers.)

BB: They love this man everywhere he goes! Eli Flair is perhaps one of the most popular wrestlers in the wrestling industry… He’s given his body to this sport and people appreciate him for it!

SB: But do they ever appreciate the sacrifices I have made? Nooooo.

BB: Eli Flair slides into the ring and bumps knuckles with Poison Ivy… those two have had their rough spots over the past year or so, but I think there’s a bond that can never truly be broken between them.

SB: Like a master and his beloved pet?

BB: I don’t even want to know who would be who in your little world. LISTEN TO THESE FANS, Sammy!

(SFX: Practically the entire O-Rena chanting ‘TRI-PLE-X! TRI-PLE-X!”)

IVY: And his opponent… from—

(CUE UP: “’Til I Collapse” – Eminem, cutting Ivy off. It doesn’t much matter, since the fans are drowning out both Ivy’s announcement as well as the music itself. As the curtain parts, ‘Triple X’ Sean Stevens entered, clad in a “Triple X Show” T-shirt, dark blue sunglasses that look mysteriously like the pair that Eli Flair is usually wearing (and isn’t tonight) – and he just stands there, soaking in the crowd.

Maybe it’s his hometown, maybe it’s his first CSWA Main Event match, maybe it’s the anticipation of another match to add to the Eli Flair/Triple X classic… but at this moment there is no star brighter in the CSWA than ‘Triple X’ Sean Stevens.)

BB: This is insane Sammy! The hometown boy is back!! And, these people are giving him a standing ovation! This HAS to rival some of the loudest ovations in a building for a wrestler… Certainly one of the loudest I’ve ever heard!

SB: It’s decent… It can’t compare to the time CSWA went to MY hometown but it’s okay, I suppose.

BB: Whatever… anyway, Sean’s in the ring, and he’s ready to get this thing underway. Stevens takes off his shirt, Eli’s been ready for a while now, as he and Ivy share a couple of words before she exits the ring. Alright folks, this one’s about to get underway, there’s the bell!

SB: The time for talking is up… Time to put up or shut up.

BB: Both men meet in the center of the ring, they’re face to face… Eli extends his hand, so does Sean… What a show of sportsmanship by both individuals.

SB: Yeah… it’s enough to get you nauseated. Let’s see some blood… some broken body parts… if we wanted to see an athlete kiss up to his opponent we’d rewind to the end of the Mike Tyson vs. Lennox Lewis fight.

BB: And, here we go! Both men meet in the center of the ring, with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Eli, obviously the stronger of the two backs Sean into the turnbuckle… Flair has the size and weight advantage over Stevens so this one isn’t too much of a surprise, but, the fans don’t seem to appreciate that fact too much, as they’re booing Flair as he breaks.

SB: Booing Flair? That’s different. Wonder what he’s thinking.

BB: Eli Flair is the consummate professional… he’s ignoring it, just like he should. They lock up in the center again, and again Eli shows he has the strength advantage… He has Triple X in the corner… and, once again the crowd’s booing. Ben Worthington is in the middle trying to separate the two… to no avail. Neither man is trying to let go. One, Two, Three, Four, Flair let’s go before the count of five.

SB: I’d have socked him right there, Buckley. Right on the nose.

BB: Flair and Stevens meet in the center again for the lock up, NO, Sean duped him by ducking underneath, he’s going for the ropes, Flair turns around, confused, Sean bounces off, Eli with a clothesline attempt, STEVENS slides through his legs!  Sean Stevens is putting on a show for his hometown fans… and, they love it! Eli Flair smiles and gives his friend a nod… CLOTHESLINE!! FLAIR CAUGHT SEAN OFF GUARD! Stevens had his arms raised, putting on a performance for this capacity crowd, and Flair charged and caught him with a vicious clothesline!

SB:  That was smart on Flair’s part. Personally, I’d have done the same thing, if some arrogant prick were trying to show me up on national television. I think I know who I’m routing for tonight.

BB: Flair has him up… right hand sends Sean reeling to the corner… ELBOW to the face of Sean Stevens and Triple X is down, holding his face in agony! A man the size of Eli Flair is the equivalent of ten NORMAL sized guys. Sean Stevens’ jaw may very well be broken.

SB: If his jaw was broken, he wouldn’t’ be able to talk anymore, right? I’m sold. Go Eli!

BB: Flair’s measuring him… ANOTHER vicious elbow to the face! Sean stumbles out of the corner, still holding his jaw, Eli hooks him, BACKBREAKER! Flair down for the cover, ONE, Sean kicks out. Flair has him up again, by the hair, body slam, but Sean’s back up to his feet, kick to the gut, by Eli, he’s setting him up for a DDT, YES!! He planted him… And, he’s dropping down for the cover again! ONE, TW—Stevens kicks out!

SB: What are we? Five minutes into the match and Flair’s already dominating this guy… This should be quick.

BB: Sean’s up, and, he’s leaning on the ropes, apparently out on his feet… Eli with a clothesline!! NOOOO! STEVENS COUNTERED WITH A BACK BODY DROP! Did you hear that sick thump, Sammy?!? I think Eli may have landed wrong or something! And, wait… Sean’s going up top… he leaps… aaaaaand, CONNECTS! FLYING BODY BLOCK BY TRIPLE X AND LISTEN TO THE CROWD!

SB: Not bad… I was ready to sell the kid up the river…

BB: Sean slides Eli in the ring, and comes in after him… Flair’s up on his feet, so is Sean, Sean prepared to wail away at his friend with a double axe handle, FLAIR HAS HIS THROAT! CHOKESLAM! Eli with the cover!! ONE, TWO, TH—KICKOUT! Wow, that came out of nowhere! Sean appears hurt… Eli lifts him… sends him to the rope, he’s gonna attempt a back body drop, NO! ANOTHER REVERSE! Stevens with a swinging neck breaker! He’s down for the cover… ONE, TWO, Kickout! You’ll have to do more than that to get a three count on Eli Flair, Sean should know that.

SB: Yeah, he’s a tough piece of New York street tra—

BB: I think he can hear you, Sammy…

SB: --Treasure. Eli Flair is a tough piece of New York street TREASURE!

BB: Anyway, Flair’s up… Sean’s still a little woozy from earlier… Eli swings, Trip ducks it again, hooks the legs… Flair goes crashing down to the mat, back first. I wonder what he’s trying to do… YES! FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK! Sean has Eli hooked in the center of the ring, and I’m not sure Eli Flair will be able to take too much of this! Sean’s cinching down on Flair’s ankle, and that man is in EXCRUCIATING pain!

SB: He SHOULD give it up, if he ever wants to get in the World title picture again… but, he’s too stupid. And, look at Ivy over there in the corner… she’s certainly not cheering Sean on, but she’s not pulling for Eli to break to hold either. 

BB: Flair’s shoulder’s drop to the mat, ONE, TWO, KICKOUT! Eli’s holding on… and, these fans are cheering louder and louder with each passing second that Sean has him in the hold. His shoulder’s drop again, ONE, TWO, THR—SHOULDER UP!  Flair looks like he’s trying to turn over on his belly… but, Stevens is fighting it… Flair’s the stronger however… he… allllmoooooosttt…. YES! NOOOOO! FLAIR USED SO MUCH MOMENTUM TO GET HIM OVER ON HIS STOMACH THAT HE FLIPPED OVER TWICE!  Sean’s back in control and the pressure is once again on Flair! Flair’s pounding the mat in pain!

SB: Couldn’t that be considered a form of tapping?

BB: It’s considered a form of banging on the mat with your fists, because you’re pissed… and, in pain… But, not tapping. Sean is rocking back and forth… applying more and more pressure. It’s no secret that Eli Flair has had several knee surgeries in his career. Sean, being Eli’s friend for the past four years, knows that and he’s exploiting it. Surprising? Yes… but, smart nonetheless. Both of these men said they wouldn’t hold anything back, and they’re proving it tonight.

SB: This is a smart plan by Sean, though. You have to give him credit… Flair can only be but SO extreme on a bad wheel.

BB: Eli’s inching back again… he’s trying to reach the ropes… but, Stevens is using all of his weight to keep him as close to the center of the ring as possible. Flair’s inching… he allllmoooooosttt… YES! He has the ropes, and Ben Worthington is forcing Sean to let go of the hold, to the disapproval of the fans. Sean place Eli’s right ankle – the injured ankle – on the ropes, jumps on the bottom and, OUCH! He landed right on Eli’s sore ankle.  Flair’s still down… Stevens yanks Eli to the center of the ring… I think I may have heard something pop.

SB: Sean’s been in control for the last ten minutes of this match, I wonder what he’s gonna do next…

BB: Stevens… oh God… Ladies and Gentlemen, Sean Stevens is heading up to the tope rope again. He’s measuring him… FLYING ELBOW OFF THE TOP RIGHT INTO THE LEG OF FLAIR!  ELI’S HURTING! He’s holding his leg in pain… Sean drops down for the cover, hooking Eli’s HURT leg, ONE, TWO, THRE—NOOOOOOOO!  It took everything in Flair to kick out with that sore leg, but he did it! Stevens is up to his feet again, he has that leg, I think he’s going for another FIGURE FOUR, he’s pauses for a second, and glancing at the fans on his left and right… this ovation is remarkable. He hooks him, SMALL PACKAGE! ELI REVERSES WITH A SMALL PACKAGE! ONE, TWO, THREE- NOOOOOO!

SB: Did he get him?!!? My GOD that was close!! I need a beer and some nachos… Buckley get up and get me some!

BB: TRIPLE X immediately hops back on his feet… he’s going back for that same leg, he’s trying to hook him with another figure four… ELI PUSHES HIM WITH HIS LEFT LEG, AND SEAN GOES FLYING THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!  The crowd has been on there feet this entire contest and I don’t think they’ll be sitting anytime soon… Eli’s using the ropes to get his feet under him… he limps over to the ropes… Pulls back for leverage… SPRINGBOARD OVER THE TOP! AND IT CONNECTS!!

SB: How in the hell did he do that… and, more importantly… WHY in the hell did he do that?

BB: It’s been said time and again that Eli Flair has no regard for his body. He’s too stubborn to ever say the words: “I quit” and, he’s the hardest worker in the wrestling industry. I guess what I’m trying to say in a round-a-bout way is, the question isn’t WHY he did it… it’s WHY NOT. Flair’s making his way to his feet, he has Sean with him… he has his right hand, pulls him in his direction, CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!

SB: He had better watch out… the Referee’s on six… and, WILL count the both of them out.

BB:  I think Flair heard you, he just slid in the ring, and right back out, to restart the count… Flair’s dragging Sean hair first around here to where we are, Sammy… He has him up in a bare hug… FLAIR JUST RAMMED HIM INTO THE STEEL POST! Sean is on the ground screaming at the top of his lungs! Wait a minute… what’s Flair doing?

SB: This is the Eli Flair the CSWA knows and loves…

BB: Eli’s removing the monitors… He even removed the black plastic that covers the monitors… The crowd’s jeering, as Flair stops for a moment, taking it all in. Finally, he smirks before going for Stevens again. Eli pulls Sean to his feet… HE HAS HIM BY THE NECK… SEAN’S UP… NOOOO! ELI… *LET*… HIM DOWN! WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!!? Flair tosses Stevens in the ring… he slides in right behind him… using the ropes to lift himself up. Flair grabs a handful of Sean’s hair… Picks him up… is it? YES! THE FALLEN ONE!  STEVENS IS OUT COLD! FLAIR WITH THE COVER… ONE… TWO… THREE!!

(The bell sounds as Eli Flair’s theme starts to play. Immediately, Poison Ivy slides into the ring, getting Eli’s attention.)

RHUBARB JONES: The winner of the match… “TOTAL ELIMINATION” EEEEEELLLLLLLIIIIIIII FFFFLLLLLLAAAAAAAIIIIIIR!

(The referee raises Eli’s hand, but Flair’s attention isn’t on the match, OR his victory. Instead, it’s on Sean… and, more importantly… his left leg, that was UNDERNEATH the ring. Suddenly, Eli snatches his arm out of the Ben Worthington’s grip, pointing to the leg of Triple X, as Worthington shrugs it off.)

BB: Eli Flair was declared the winner after fifteen minutes of grueling action, ladies and gentlemen… I’m not sure what’s going on now, however. After Flair got the pinfall, Poison Ivy, his former manager, and sister-in-law, grabbed Eli’s attention, but I’m not necessarily sure what for.

SB: I guess it’s safe to say… The FemiNazi, once again, stuck her nose where it didn’t belong. I hope Eli lays one on her.

BB: I’m sure that won’t be happening. Flair and Ben Worthington are in the center of the ring discussing something, my guess is, it has something to do with Sean Stevens. They’re pointing to his foot which, I can confirm, IS under the bottom rope, but can’t confirm whether or not it was there before the three count.

(Suddenly, a chorus of BOOS echo around the arena, as the curtain slowly separates, and “The Blade” Kendall Codine, steps through, and swiftly paces down to ringside. Kendall, joins the side of Eli Flair, and Ivy, directing the referee to the video- wall, as they await a replay.)

SB: I smell trouble… The GXW sticks together, which means that Wicked Turncoat should be out here any second.

BB: Kendall Codine attacked Sean Stevens at Fish Fund, and later labeled him his friend… It looks like he’s out here to confirm what Eli, and Poison Ivy already know… But, that’s beside the point… they’re about to replay the footage.

(CUT TO: CSWAvision.  In slow motion, they show Eli Flair using the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet, before nailing Stevens with the “Fallen One”… as he landed partially outside of the ring.)

BB: THEY WERE RIGHT! What a show of sportsmanship by Eli Flair. He could’ve EASILY accepted that win, over a VERY talented Triple X, but he did the RIGHT thing, and these people… They LOVE him for it. Listen to the Eli Flair chants. That’s something I thought I’d NEVER hear in this contest! Ben Worthington is calling for the bell… This match is about to be restarted. Eli Flair’s on his feet, Kendall Codine and Poison Ivy have both left the ring, and Triple X is on his feet… barely. But, on his feet nonetheless. They both meet in the center of the ring… THESE PEOPLE ARE GOING NUTS!! Triple X and Eli Flair are staring each other down… daring the other to make a move… TRIPLE X SWINGS! BLOCKED… FLAIR WITH A HARD SHOT SENDING SEAN TO THE MAT!!

SB: I bet Trip wishes the match was over again!

BB: Stevens is back up to his feet… ANOTHER RIGHT HAND, DUCKED… Stevens jolts to the ropes, bounces off, TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM BY ELI FLAIR! He drops down, ONE, TWO, THREE! NOOOOOOOOO! TRIPLE X BARELY GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! Eli has him up again… he sends Sean to the ropes, BACKBODY DROP! NO! He telegraphed it, SWINGING NECKBREAKER BY STEVENS! He drops down, ONE, TWO, FLAIR KICKS OUT AGGRESSIVELY! Both men are to there feet… Stevens with a boot to Flair’s sore leg… he kicks again! And, again!! And, again!! TRIPLE X IS WAILING AWAY!

SB: But, Flair’s still up… what does THAT say about his conditioning and unwillingness to go down, or STAY down.

BB: Stevens bounces off the ropes FLYING FOREARM! FLAIR’S STILL UP! Triple X shoots to the ropes for another… FLAIR STUMBLES… OH MY GOD! THAT MAN STILL HASN’T FALLEN! Triple X is gonna try for one more… FLAIR DROPS TO THE MAT! STEVENS MISSES! He almost cleared that top rope, but it prevented him from going over the top… Lucky him.

SB: Maybe not…

BB: Eli Flair stalks him from behind, he hooks his belly… GERMAN SUPLEX! He’s not done! He’s still got him gripped… he lifts him up… ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX INTO A BRIDGE! ONE… TWO……. THRE—STEVENS GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! I DON’T KNOW HOW… But, Triple X is still in this thing. Eli Flair is up on his feet, waiting for Sean to get up…

SB: What’s going on out here?!? Codine looks like he’s about ready to slap Ivy down to the floor! I guess I can cheer for him… one time… Go on Kendall, GET her… Hit her one time for me!

BB: Eli notices it, too… and, it causes him to take his mind off his opponent as he walks over to the ropes and points at Kendall, I think warning him not to touch his former manager.

SB: What does HE care? She’s not his manager… Not his girlfriend… Why should he be so worked up, unless…

BB: Shut up, Benson! Nobody wants to hear your tired conspiracy theories tonight… Not while there are two men in that ring giving it their all for the sake of entertaining these fans! Eli with a handful of hair, he sends Sean to the ropes, BIG BOOT… WAIT A SECOND! ELI FLAIR WENT FOR THE BIG BOOT WITH HIS GOOD LEG, AND STEVENS CLIPPED THE BAD ONE! FLAIR IS ON THE GROUND GROVELLING IN PAIN! HE HAS GOT TO BE OUT OF IT!

SB: Too bad Stevens is too out of it to DO anything about it…

BB: NIP- UP! SEAN STEVENS JUST NIPPED UP! THAT MAN IS EXHAUSTED… HE’S HURT… BUT, HE’S DETERMINED TO MAKE HIS MARK ON THE CSWA TONIGHT! HE HOOKS ELI AGAIN… FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!! FIGURE FOUR! ELI’S GOTTA TAP!

SB: He’ll NEVER do that! But, maybe Stevens can get him to pass out!

BB:  What is thi—Sean Stevens just let go of the hold, as he noticed Kendall Codine and Poison Ivy getting heated! He’s yelling some things at Codine, I’m not sure if he’s listening, but he sure isn’t focused on Eli Flair who is trying to make his way to his feet. Stevens turns around… Eli trips him up… SLINGSHOT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! STEVENS BOUNCES BACKWARD… BELLY TO BACK… NO… STEVENS REVERSES WITH A VICTORY ROLL!! ONE, TWO—ELI REVERSES!! ONE, TWO, STEVENS REVERSES AGAIN!! ONE, TWO, FLAIR WITH THE KICKOUT!!

SB: I can’t hold it in any longer… WOW! What a sequence! I’m not a fan of either, and frankly… neither one of them could beat Eddy Love on his WORST day… but, this is pretty damned good.

BB: Flair’s up… Elbow smash to the face! Sean goes down… Eli lifts him up I think he’s setting him up for a… POWERBOMB! DID YOU HEAR THAT SOUND?!!? THAT WAS TRIPLE X’S HEAD HITTING THE MAT! But, Eli’s not going for the cover… he lifts him up again for another… He tucks his head… Lifts him off the mat… WAIT A SECOND! What Just Happ--?!!?

SB: ELI’S LEG JUST GAVE OUT ON HIM!

BB: FLAIR COLLAPSED MID POWERBOMB! AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! Stevens is pulling himself up using the ropes… I don’t think he knows where he is… He’s signaling for Flair to get up! THESE PEOPLE ARE GOING CRAZY, SAMMY!! THIS IS PANDEMONIUM! FLAIR IS USING HIS GOOD LEG TO STAND! HE TURNS AROUND LOOKING FOR STEVENS… SUPERKICK! SEAN STEVENS NAILED ELI FLAIR WITH THE FACTOR-X! AND, THIS ONE HAS TO BE OVER!!

SB: Come on, kid! Get up and pin him! This is the biggest moment of your career… You’d better make the best of it!

BB: SEAN CRAWLS OVER TO FLAIR, HE DRAPES HIS ARM OVER HIS BODY! BEN WORTHINGTON DROPS DOWN… ONE… WAIT A MINUTE! SEAN REMOVED HIS ARM! KENDALL CODINE AND IVY, WHO WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF A HEATED CONVERSATION JUST GOT PHYSICAL! I THINK IVY TOOK OFFENSE TO SOME OF THE THINGS KENDALL HAD BEEN SAYING ABOUT HER ALL WEEK LONG! AND, SHE GOT IN HIS FACE! CODINE HAS HER BY THE THROAT! STEVENS LEAPS THROUGH THE ROPES ON TOP OF THE BLADE!

SB: When it comes to that woman – if that’s what you want to call her… That kid is a mad man!

BB: Triple X is on top of Kendall Codine and he’s wailing away!! Codine rolls on top of him, now he’s swinging!! Here comes the security!

SB: I’m starting to think Sean just LIKES these brawls…

BB: The security team is trying to break this melee up… unsuccessfully albeit. Ivy’s makes her way over to the scene… SHE TOO TRIES TO NAIL CODINE! THIS IS WILD!

(SFX: Ding, Ding, Ding. Ben Worthington calls for the bell. And, huddles up with Rhubarb Jones for a moment.)

SB: I wonder what Worthington ruled?

BB: Same here, as CSWA officials try and break up this mess… let’s get up to ringside and get the official decision…

RHUBARB JONES: Ladies and Gentlemen, the WINNER, as a result of a count out… ‘EEEEEELLLLLLLLLLIIIIII FLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIRR

SB: The kid blew his opportunity… what a waste of thirty-five minutes of great action!

BB: Some may say he blew it… Others may say he fought for something FAR more important to him… I don’t know… all I know is, this has been an incredible event, capped off with an incredible Main Event match. This is Bill Buckley… and, for me and my broadcast partner Sammy Benson… Have a good night!

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