Christine Donahue: Morgan needs to get climbing while she has an advantage.
Biff Franklin: She’s gotta get her legs steady first. She is not in great shape right now. Last thing she needs is another big fall. She’s konked herself on the concrete floor falling from the top of the cage. She’s been walloped with a sledge hammer.
Bruce’s white hair is now pink in color as blood mixes into it as he walks towards the exit of the cell. Morgan has walked around to the next side of the cell and has gripped it with her fingers and slowly starts to climb. Bruce walks around and grabs her, pulling her back down and then just flings her over the barricade and into the first row of wooden seating.
Biff Franklin: Exhaustion is setting in here for both of these competitors. They really brought that energy they had over Twitter these past couple of weeks and they both look drained.
Christine Donahue: They both need to be careful climbing up because the loss of blood has had a tremendous effect on both of these competitors.
Bruce wraps his fingers into the chain link and looks up and lets out a sign. He manages to get the tip of his boot into one of the holds in the fence and pulls himself up. He releases his grip with one hand and reaches higher. The fans come to life as Morgan falls over the barricade back to ringside and reaches up and grabs him around the ankle.
Biff Franklin: Ain’t none of these competitors climbing that cell quick, but you’re gonna have to incapacitate your foe to get the time you need to get up there.
Bruce tries to kick his foot in order to free himself from her grip, but Morgan clings to him. She gives him a tug and he loses his grip and falls towards her and she catches him with a flatliner, driving him into the barricade behind her, though in the process, she smashes herself in the back of the head with it.
Christine Donahue: She really needs to stop taking shots to the head like that.
Morgan clings to the back of her head as she lies on the ground. Bruce, on the other hand, hasn’t moved since the fall. The referee is over there checking on both competitors.
Christine Donahue: Even so, I’m not sure if the referee can even stop this match.
Biff Franklin: He absolutely can stop this match if he feels that neither competitor can continue.
In fact, the referee looks like he may just be doing that when Morgan grabs at his pant leg and tries to wave him off.
Christine Donahue: That was close! I am almost certain this was going to be over. Both of these competitors have been beaten bloody, we may have a couple of concussions and who knows what else…
Biff Franklin: It’s called the heat of battle and right now they are both feeling it.
Morgan is back on her feet. She staggers towards the side of the cell and slowly begins to climb. Whether it’s the blood in her eyes or the several times she’s banged the back of her head, she appears to have issues getting her boots into the holes. The referee finally moves around to check on Bruce who has rolled himself onto his back.
Biff Franklin: He may not have any idea where he is right now.
Bruce slowly crawls towards the cell and uses it to pull himself up to his feet, though a bit unsteadily. He reaches up and wipes at his face with his hand, but all it seems to do is smear the blood around. He glances up and sees that Morgan is about halfway up the side of the cell and he staggers towards her and tries to grab at her ankle but she’s just a little too high up and so he starts to climb himself.
Christine Donahue: I’m not even sure I can look.
Biff Franklin: Are you kidding me? This is the best part.
Morgan’s fingers grab onto the top edge of the cell. She starts to pull herself, Bruce manages to grab her ankle and she almost slides off, but she gets her fingers into the chain-link of the cell ceiling and holds on for dear life as she tries to kick at Bruce’s hand with her other boot.
Biff Franklin: Bruce isn’t going to let her have an easy time at that title hanging there.
Bruce is almost caught up with her. Morgan is lying across the ceiling with her legs hanging over, and Bruce has just raised his head, still clinging onto Morgan. He begins to drive his elbow into the small of her back and then rolls onto his back on the roof of this cell.
Christine Donahue: They’ve made it to the top. All that’s left is to grab the title and this brutal match will be over.
Biff Franklin: Easier said than done.
Bruce rolls over and then just begins to rub Morgan’s face back and forth across that steel mesh.
Biff Franklin: That’s not going to help much in the looks department.
As Bruce rolls away from Morgan, Morgan rolls over and her face is even bloodier than before. Bruce unsteadily gets to his feet, but the fluidity of that ceiling makes it very difficult to walk across. He takes a step and then waits a minute for it to settle down before taking another as he moves towards the center of the cell.
Christine Donahue: Are we going to have a new champion?
It’s obvious that Bruce hasn’t quite got all his bearings as he slowly walks across the ceiling of the cell. He’s about halfway there when from behind, Morgan chopblocks him but as he falls backwards, his entire body falls on top of Morgan who couldn’t get away fast enough and he just crushes her against the top of the cell before rolling off of her and grabbing onto his knee.
Biff Franklin: She’s been threatening to take his knee. Whether that’s her plan now or just an act of desperation, we may never know. All I know is that he was having a hard time walking across that roof before, could be even harder now with that leg.
Morgan is clutching at her back where Bruce fell on her with all of his weight. She gets onto her knees as she looks up to find the belt, to see where it’s hanging and she gets to her feet. She steps a couple of unsteady steps towards it and then just leaps for it, but as she does Bruce nails her from the side with a spear and the two roll across the top of the cell and over the side…
Christine Donahue: Oh my God! I can’t look!
The crowd oos as the camera finally gets that angle and we see them both hanging over the side, each by a single hand as they sway back and forth.
Biff Franklin: You can look. They didn’t fall. At least not yet.
Bruce clings to the top of the cell as he grabs onto the side with his other hand and tries to kick at Morgan but she’s too far away. They both begin to climb back up and onto the ceiling. They lie there a moment to catch their breath as a replay is shown of the near-fall when they rolled off the side, each just barely catching the edge and holding on for dear life to prevent the death drop.
Christine Donahue: I thought they were going to die.
Back to live action, both wrestlers are getting to their feet after crawling towards the center. Their eyes turn towards each other as they stand upright and then they both dive at the same time and grab for the belt. As they both reach it and hit it, it comes off the hook and flies towards the edge of the cell and lands as both competitors land on their hands and knees.
Biff Franklin: That belt looks like it may just fall off the edge if they’re not careful!
They begin to crawl towards it, almost like a race and as they get close enough, they both grab onto an end of the belt.