[Oh God... really? Well I'm not spending too much time on this, it's hardly a legitimate attempt in this. When a 3 count takes 12 hours, that's a mad old referee overdue retirement]

Will you just get on with it then?

[MR WS strikes the reigning, defending champion with his brilliant wit and goes for a.....

.... wait for it....

PIN!!

Didn't see that coming ey?]

Engy kicks out.

And you're leaving with nothing.

Engy spits his black ichor in this guy's face, then grabs him by said face, hooks two fingers in his nostrils and PULLS.

Now tell daddy how sorry you are.

With one last wrench he removes his fingers from Mr. WS' nose and walks away.