The Hurricane then uses a backup disk to regain his wrestling abilities, and proceeds with bob to give Jadarendir the "WAZAAP!"

(Bob holds Jada's legs open, SAAM headbutts him in the nuts from the Turnbuckle.)

Bob catches Jada from behind while on the run and does a massive bodyslam through the table. He then starts wailing on his guitar.

Bob is then joined by the Honky Tonk Man, who then starts playing some country. The hurricane then vertabreaks him for playing the bane of all music.

Bob then finishes off his spree of wailing by smashing the guitar over CheshireRef's still twitching body (he's going to hate us for this when he gets back). Then, while he's not looking, the SAAS returns and shoots up Bob's rear orafice and lays it's eggs in the Giant Fur-Bearing Trout's eggs. It then runs away and gets processed and canned by Bumblebee.

The eggs hatch, giving birth to slightly-above-average-fur-bearing-salmon-trouts, which then start to suffocate threateningly at everyone in the ring, then burrow into Chesshire Ref's ass for it's precious moisture.

Jadarendir, his patience at an end, obliterates every cell in SAAM's body. He then jabs whoever has the Calvinball in the solar plexus, thus causing them to let go. Then he disappears, his whereabouts unknown to everybody.

the destruction of every cell in the Hurricane's body causes him to revert back into his Slightly Above Average Form.

"Dang."

he then dances a jig in place, much to the amusement of others.

Except me!
 

Torint doesn't like jigs! Jigs make Torint mad! Torint's eyes glow red. "Cliche Overused Anime Attack!" Torint disappears, several flashes of light hit the jig dancer. Torint reappears and his opponent falls over.

RefereeThief wakes up, pissed off! He stands in the middle of the ring and begins to yell! "Referees! We have taken beatings for long enough! For too long, we have been hit with chairs, elbows, people, trouts, salmon, guitars, tables, pipes, panty hose, eggs, cars, dumpsters, wangs, chungs, and brass knuckles. For too long, have wrestlers everywhere snapped our spines and our dignity! For too long, have we stood idly by while taking these beatings so the match could end. Tonight, my fellow referees, this changes! For tonight is our Independence Night!" With that, RefereeThief's face gets painted like Braveheart and he's wearing a kilt with his referee shirt. An army of thousands of referees storm the ring.

At this point Jarlax regains consciousness and sees the army of refs. "well crap" he says, quickly spoting refereetheif at the lead of the pack. He once again pulls out the sniper rifle and hits refereethief in the forehead with a well placed shot. "3 left.." Jarlax mutters.