Brandon rolled his shoulder up as the ref counted two and wrapped his arm round Daneels throat choking him. He pressed Daneel's shoulders to the mat and the ref counted two and Daneel propelled Brandon up into the air sending him crashing to the mat.

Daneel grabbed Brandon by the hair and swung him round only letting go when he was lined up with the corner turnbuckle, it didn't matter which one really. Brandon was flung with major force, hitting the padding and slumping to the canvas. Daneel went for a hard kick to the stomach but Brandon caught his foot and twisted causing Daneel to lose balance and fall to the canvas.

Brandon hopped up lightly and went for a leg drop, Daneel somehow rotated on the canvas surface and stuck his leg up hard into Brandons chin as he descended. His head snapped back and his world went very black, very quickly.

He was partially conscious as he heard the ref count the third time and was slightly too slow to pull his shoulder from the canvas but he heard the reation of the crowd which wasn't very positive at all. Jeering and booing fans were now stood on their feet waving their fists and making it very clear they thought the charismatic Brandon should be the winner. Brandon rolled to the edge of the canvas, dropped off the apron and fixed up his hair. Women in the front row were now trying to elbow each other out of the way to try and get to touch Brandon, well he wasn't going to disappoint these lovely ladies and he worked his way round ringside signing autographs on traditional paper, womens breats, thighs and anywhere else they cared to bare for him to sign!

Daneel watched carefully. He realised that he may have won the match but Brandon was winning people's hearts...