For the moment

Ashley grabbed Shadow's arm tighter.

"Surrender, soldier-boy, or it'll hurt a lot worse."

Adam's profane response would've impressed a twenty-year Navy man. Massaro yanked on his arm again, making him yell in pain.

"Give up, or so help me, I'll break it." Shadow's mind was reeling. Think quickly, mate. You gotta break outta this hold, otherwise it'll never stop. That's when it came to him.

Lunging his head backwards, it looked as though the punk princess was about to get headbutted. Adam didn't intend to hit her; he just wanted to distract her for a moment. In that moment, Ashley relaxed her grip slightly. As soon as she did, the Aussie slipped free.

"Now, we can try to take each other down, as God intended," Shadow remarked. "It's finally fair and square."

A flash of movement, and Massaro hit a specific point on Adam's left arm. It didn't hurt a bit, but not even a crane would enable him to lift his arm at this point.

As the girl took another swing at Shadow, he lunged forward with what was left of his strength. The duo crashed into each other like cannonballs, before they both collapsed to the ground. Neither of them were able to stand up, even after the ref gave them a 3-count.

"I don't believe this, a double knockout! This is extremely rare for this arena, folks." The announcers were temporarily speechless. They quickly discussed how to handle this. "However, it seems there's a rather obscure bylaw for this situation, ladies and gentlemen: Whichever competitor manages to stand up first, strike a victory pose, and say 'I am the champion!' will be declared the winner of this match."