Before long, the well-nourished Corkman had tired himself out. It was Rodney's turn to go on the offensive. Trevor, sensing imminent disaster, began to back away. When Marsh produced the famous cosh from his hip pocket, Trevor screamed "Not the face! Not the face!" Recently, arch-rival Aidan Cooney has been moved to TV3 mornings, leaving Trevor to host Sports Tonight solo. Trevor's concern was that any facial disfigurement stemming from the Wars might jeopardise his newly won monopoly on late-night sports coverage, bringing Cooney back to, quite literally, haunt him.

Marsh toyed with him for a few minutes, delivering some crowd-pleasing acrobatic cosh-strikes aimed, respecting Trevor's wishes, at the ample Welch posterior. Finally, though. he became bored. He ended the match with his trademark figure-eight cosh uppercut to the solar plexus. Welch spluttered a submission from the sawdusted floor of the Pit before being stretchered off.