Post by Alice White on Sept 24, 2012 8:41:31 GMT -5
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen I'm Malcolm Gould alongside Jim Torres and this is WBSW Live! from East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania!
Torres: Yeah Gould, we had a huge night last week, with two different championships being won or changing hands, not to mention the last move of the night that almost left both competitors dead! This week is another huge week with a number of debuts, and I think everyone on the roster is in a match tonight!
Gould: That's right, we've got Best of British against the Giants, Owl Man faces the Overweight Champion of the World, and our main event with Judas Fraggle facing Mitch Thompson in a tables match!
Torres: This night could get ridiculous, we know that. And here we go!
Gould: Here we go, ready to get our first match going and...the Batman theme? That's interesting...
Torres:(with the tune) Na Na Na Na OWL MAN!
Gould: And there stands Owl Man, soaking up the crowd's love, or he's trying to. But there's no love to...oh my God he just "soared" down the ramp. You've got to be joking.
Torres: He goes to jump over the rope but falls flat on his face. Wow, this guy is something else. Great signing Alex. And now we hear "Fat", the classic parody by Weird Al!
Gould: You're actually dancing? And here comes John Tucker! Burger in hand, the fans and him exchange yelling at each other. He finishes his burger and rolls into the ring, and it looks like Mark Lansing is going to have his hands full for this one!
Torres: The bell rings, and the two men circle around the ring very clumsily, tripping over themselves. The first to...well...attempt to strike is Owl Man with a huge punch that just totally whiffs past Tucker's head. Tucker grabs the arm and throws Owl Man into the ropes, and brings on a Clothesline as Owl Man runs back. Tucker picks Owl Man up now and Suplex!
Gould: He grabs Owl Man again, who hits him in his over sized gut, and now Owl Man throws him into the ropes, but trips over himself, and Tucker keeps running the ropes, making about two trips before he wears himself out and falls from exhaustion.
Torres: These signings were a huge mistake for Alex Morgan, the two cant even hold a damn wrestling match for the love of God!
Gould: Give them a minute, the match is still young.
Torres: A minute? Look at them, it'd take like five for them to move across the ring to each other at the rate that they're moving! The match has been going on for a couple and we've seen like two moves!
Gould: Well, let's watch this unfold. Both men getting to their feet now, and Owl Man charges at Tucker and they both go down, Owl Man on top of Tucker! One, but he rolls off of tucker!
Torres: Try to keep telling me the signings were worth it! We were almost spared of any more of this talentless match but the idiot rolled off of the other fat idiot!
Gould: You mind not screaming and just call the match? Thanks. Both men get up again, and the Overweight Champion whips Owl Man into the ropes and Owl Man spills over and collapses in front of our table.
Torres: Somebody put this loser back in the ring? Thanks. Owl Man slides in, only to be smacked around by the Fat Fucker.
Gould: Watch your mouth, between you and Mia, I'm afraid to know what kind of fines the station is looking at! And a DDT by Tucker puts both men flat in the ring!
Torres: It's almost comical how pathetic a display these two clumsy fat guys are putting on. The ref got to eight before either got up. Owl Man leans on the ropes, and Tucker with a Clothesline that sends them out of the ring!
Gould: That was a good move, admit it.
Torres: That was pathetic, admit it.
Gould: And that's a double count out! This match has been an absolute draw.
Torres: What a god damn bore. Way to sign some real talent, Morgan. You ass clown.
Gould: You don't expect too much from every guy on the roster at all, do you?
Torres: Shut up and commentate.
Gould: Ugh. We'll be back.
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Suddenly you can hear a musical package playing that interrupts the commentators.
Suddenly, a voice breaks in as the music fades.
Unknown voice: Sorry to bust in you like that gentlemen, but, if I could just break in for a moment, I would like to address the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton fans!
Gould: Who in the hell is this?
Unknown voice: Like I said, I'm sorry for pirating you like this, friend, but this is the PATRIOT comin' atcha from buckle of the Bible belt, the very GUTS of the nation, Tulsa, Oklahoma!
Torres: The PATRIOT! I've been reading about this guy! Good to have ya aboard, sir!
The Patriot: Thank you, gentlemen. I just wanted to say what an extreme pleasure it is becoming a part of your program and how I look forward to competing in the spirit of American sportsmanship and good natured rivalries! Me and my best bud, John Mercy, hope to be there in person next week to show you what good ole American fortitude is all about!
Gould: Now, listening to that last song, one might think you have a personal vendetta against other countries! Is that true?
The Patriot: Oh, of course not. When I say I'll kick your ass for messin' with my country and my freedom, I mean it. But I respect each and every nation out there. In fact, my great country has fought alongside many other nations in defense of their freedoms and I personally will be glad to do it anytime. That's what America is about. We fought alongside the English, the French and the Russians in World War Two. We did it in Vietnam, Korea and the Middle East just recently.
Torres: Now, many in the world take offense to what the US is doing in some of those conflicts.
The Patriot: Now, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to stop you right there. You may disagree with some of the policies of the USA, but you have to respect our military who are willing to fight, not only, for our own freedom, but also for the freedom of all! Liberty and Justice for ALL. It's not just nice bumper sticker! It's a way of life!
Gould: Now, you and Mercy both served long terms with the military, is that right?
The Patriot: That is correct. We have both retired from the military and now look forward to showing the world what we can do in the ring! Listen, gotta go! Really excited, I gotta say. And we'll see all of you soon! OK USA!!
Gould: Welcome back to Live! Malcolm Gould here, alongside Jim Torres, and our first match of the evening was...
Torres: Just tell them Gould, it was a snooze fest. There were no highlights to it, it was just...a pathetic display of wrestling, and that's an understatement.
[Cue up "Warzawa" by David Bowie][/b]
Gould: Business should be picking up, here's a big debut match!
Torres: And everyone, he isn't joking! This marks the arrival of the giants, and their chubby ginger manager, Willie Williams!
Gould: Yes. We've heard about Willie Williams, the former owner and booker of the once prestigious Underground X. The two giant men look prepared to make a big splash in their debut tonight though.
Torres: That they do.
Before the start of the match, an unknown theme music hits, taking the crowd by surprise:
Gould: Here come our new signings, Torres!
Torres: I've heard a lot about these boys...mostly from themselves! They say they are coming to teach America a lesson...we'll see about that!
Gould: The two boys known as the Best Of British step out, to a lukewarm reception from the fans, who are still unsure of what to make of this duo. Seizing on this indecision, the slightly bigger, blond element of the duo turns to his slightly leaner companion, in a conversational tone:
Rupert Royston-Fellowes: I'll say, Nigel...it seems these people were woefully unprepared for our arrival! Father shall hear about this!
His long-haired partner smirks as he replies:
Nigel Kensington III: Indeed, Rupert. But then again, what else could you expect from *Americans*? I mean, the brightest of these simpletons is still barely worthy of tending to the garden at my uncle Henry's third country manor!
Rupert Royston-Fellowes:(frowns) The one in Holland Park?
Nigel scoffs:
Nigel Kensington III: No, no...that is my uncle Thomas! Uncle Henry is the one who married beneath his station! You know, the one who only has ten rooms in his main residence?
[As the two lifelong friends have this pleasant chat, the crowd seems less than warm to their demeaning remarks about the United States, and make their displeasure heard.]
Gould: The fans not reacting too kindly to these hotshots' comments, and I gotta say, I'm kind of insulted myself!
Torres: Insulted by what, Gould? They were just making conversation! And look at how these Brits just ignore them, as they look at their opponents, the Giants. Rupert, pointing at Wight now:
Rupert Royston-Fellowes: Do you reckon those are our opponents, Nigel? Bloody hell! Nobody told *me* we would be facing King Kong and Godzilla! Were *you* informed?
Nigel shakes his head, barely able to contain his laughter, as Rupert begins to scratch his armpits, hopping from one foot to another while making monkey sounds. After a moment, Nigel joins him, pulling a grimace in a mean-spirited approximation of a mentally deficient person.
Gould: Now that is just insensitive! What a pair of disrespectful brats!
Torres: Relax, Gould! It's just a bit of fun! Besides, look...they're headed to the ring! This baby's about to start, baby!
Gould: They get into the ring, this match being officiated by Eddie Higgins. The teams decide on who will be starting. Wight on the side of the Giants, and Kensington on the British end. The bell rings and Kensington goes for an early attack, but can't quite affect the big man.
Torres: Did he expect to be able to knock him down right away? Wight now, with a simple toss into the turnbuckle, and he throws a few monstrous chops at Kensington's chest!
Gould: Wight is such a brute. I see these two being such a dominant force in the company. And there's a huge big boot that puts Kensington flat on his back as he comes back from the ropes.
Torres: I don't like the look of this. It looks like a huge mismatch out there, and there's a huge Chokelift and a giant slam! Wight to his feet, and an Elbow Drop into a cover... And Kensington somehow manages to get out after a two count!
Gould: What's going on? It looks like Fellowes is harassing Willie Williams on the outside, and this causes Eiffel to leave his spot in the corner, and he hits Fellowes with a huge Clothesline! Go Eiffel!
Torres: This godless heathen just attacked a distracted Fellowes, Willie is such a terrible influence.
Gould: Willie is? Fellowes distracted him! And there's Wight with another huge Big Boot sending Kensington collapsing on top of Fellowes and Williams! It's just a huge mess out here!
Torres: And now Eiffel looks pissed! A huge Chokeslam right through our table! Is that even legal?
Gould: Well, he isn't calling it, but it's pretty chaotic now! Eiffel throws Fellowes into the ring and slides in, but Kensington drags him back out... This is ridiculous. What the hell! Willie Williams pushed Kensington away now! Luckily Higgins is focused on something else.
Torres: That's right. Because while Eiffel was being dragged to the floor, Wight came in to the ring to attack a downed Fellowes, but Higgins is yelling to give him a chance to get some air. What is going on? This is chaos!
Gould: Is anybody actually keeping track of what's going on? Who's legally in the ring?
Torres: Not sure, and I don't think it matters, all four men are in the ring now, but somehow, the Brits have the upper hand, both of the giant men opposing downed and taking blow after blow... What is that ginger doing? He's distracting the ref!
Gould: And Higgins calls for Willie to go backstage for the remainder of this match, and Wight leaves the ring! If Willie is leaving, so is he apparently.
Torres: This leaves the other man beast alone against the Brits, but he pushes Higgins out of rage, and that's the match. Best of British win by DQ! And now Wight is just destroying stuff in a rage! A Chokeslam to Fellowes, and then a huge Big Boot to Kensington, and he leaves, just like that! We'll be back everyone!
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Torres: Here we go! Ready for Gunner Hughes to take on the Hardcore Champ, Mia Poe! You ready for some action, Gould?
Gould: Always ready for it, Jimmy! Speaking of the Hardcore Champion, here she is now! She holds it high for all to see, and then walks down the ramp, the crowd loving her big time!
Torres: She gets in the ring, hands Lansing the belt, and "Dead Man Walking" cuts her entrance short. Gunner Hughes looks like such a beast tonight, and he appears very focused. Let's see how this goes down! He slides into the ring and holds his arm up, then to his corner he goes!
Gould: The bell rings, and here we go! Mia attacks first with a spear, then some huge strikes to Gunner's face. She gets up after a few seconds, egging him on with some shots to the ribs. He catches her foot and takes her down, getting to his feet right away. She gets up, and he sends her back to the mat with an Arm Drag, then she sits up and he hits her in the small of the back with a kick, and wow, the sound could be heard throughout the place!
Torres: Vicious kick from Gunner, he's out to show what he's got, this could do it for him, eh? He drops to a knee and locks in quite the choke hold, and Mia fights to her feet. This could take her out...
Gould: She's stepping around slowly, working her way to the ropes... And she's got one in her hands. She forces herself to lean forward, and Gunner loses his grip on her, but catches himself on the apron! He climbs to his feet and knees her in the gut, then drops to the floor, guillotining her on the middle rope as he goes down, then he slides back in right away.
Torres: Ball is definitely in Gunner's court now as he goes to the corner for some high risk!
Gould: He's a big guy, I don't see it ending well... Mia to her feet, and there's a Diving Forearm that sends her in a backflip across the mat as she goes flat on her face! Gunner gets back up and leans on the ropes, watching her stir ever so slightly. He gets on one knee, applies pressure to her shoulder, and pulls her arm back in a very tight Armbar!
Torres: And she looks very intent on fighting out of it. And hey! Look up at the ramp! The Fraggles are coming to visit!
Gould: What are they doing here? Don't they need to focus on the Tables Match against Mitch Thompson tonight?
Torres: Nah, I'm sure that's gonna be a quick win for Judas. You've seen the way he puts people through tables, it's second nature to him! Hey, how are you guys tonight? Here David, have a headset!
Gould: Ugh.
David Fraggle: 'Ugh'? I get the sense that you would rather we not be out here, Malcolm.
Gould: Look at that, Jimmy, David Fraggle has a good sense of when he's unwelcome.
Torres: Don't listen to him, you're welcome to guest commentate with us whenever you'd like. Why doesn't Judas throw on a headset and join us? Oh dang, Gunner with a huge DDT, and covers, but Mia kicks out!
David: He's got a lot on his mind, like winning that title back.
Gould: Thought you said he was moving on? And Mia charges at Gunner, who ducks a Clothesline, and when she turns around, the big man hits a huge Big Boot to her that just levels her on the mat! This match has been totally one sided so far.
Torres: What can we say, Gould? He's like a man child or something. The guy's such a beast. A huge Clothesline now, Mia did like a backflip in midair there. Gunner covers, but still only a two!
Gould: Mia is such a fighter.
David: That may be, but this is what keeps her down. She doesn't have it in her to let go, even when she knows she needs to. It gets her hurt a lot more than it should.
Torres: I gotta agree, Gould. If she would just stay down, she wouldn't get herself hurt nearly as much as she does. Climbing to her feet using the ropes now and another huge Clothesline, sending her to the floor at the feet of Judas Fraggle, who stands by our table in intimidating fashion. She...she's getting up in his face now, he didn't even do anything!
Gould: Well to be fair, they have no reason to be here, Jim. The match doesn't include Judas Fraggle, and they just welcomed themselves.
David: Like I said, we came to observe the Hardcore Champion in action. After all, Judas Fraggle is sort of the number one contender.
Gould: If you say so. Gunner now, smacks her head off of the commentary table, then throws her into the steel steps! Such a violent display! Why doesn't he just get this over with already?
Torres: He just tried, but she's just too damn stubborn to take the hint! He rolls her into the ring now and waits... She gets up, and there's a huge Spear! She climbs right back to her feet and he throws her into the ropes, and there's the devastating Buckshot! And finally, Full Metal Jacket, and she taps right away.
[Cue up "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple]
Torres: That was a pretty vicious and one sided display, but the fight he put on against a champ, can't look bad.
David: It was a great show, now if you and your partner don't mind, we have something we need done.
Gould: There they go...to the ring? David gets the trademark table, and Judas slides in with it, setting it up... Oh no! Fraggle Drop right through the table! Mia could be legitimately hurt Jim!
David: In a short while, you will all see Mitch Thompson compete against Judas Fraggle in a tables match. Mitch picked this match, and to be honest, we aren't sure that he quite knows what he got himself into. Anyway, that was just a preview of what is to come. Now Judas, take back what rightfully belongs to you.
Torres: The ref rings the bell and this Hardcore Championship match is underway, and Fraggle covers for the three count, and for good measure, another Fraggle Drop to Mia!
Gould: Somebody needs to control this guy! I think Mia is legitimately injured here. The medical team has come out, but...what the hell now! The lights flash off then on, and Invertigo is in the ring!
Torres: What's going on? He grabs Mia, and the lights go out and they're both gone! Everyone is now in complete confusion, neither one of them to be seen at all!
Gould: How is this even possible? We'll be right back!
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Gould: Welcome back to Live! During the break, as usual, David Fraggle had some words for Judas Fraggle's opponent.
David Fraggle: Hello my brothers and sisters it is I “The Very Good” David Fraggle and somewhere in this room is Judas Fraggle going through his last minute preparations for his match tonight. However before we talk about the match we want to talk about WBSW. Last week two things happened Mia defeated Judas to become the new Hardcore Champion and Hale Collins defeated Invretigo to become the WBSW Champion. All that I’m going to say about the Hardcore Title is it’s not what we want anymore so Mia enjoy it while you’ve got it. No what we want is to look at the situation that tonight has. You see there is no Invertigo and there is no Hale Collins. Instead there’s a Judas Fraggle and a Mitch Thompson. What does that tell you my brothers and sisters? It tells you that one week after the WBSW Champion was decided the title is already a joke. Hale isn’t here to show off his newly won WBSW Championship and say that he's going to represent the company with pride. Invertigo isn’t here to tell the world that he’s going to do whatever it takes to get another shot at the WBSW Championship. No tonight’s main focus is the company owner Alex Morgan sending his stupid security guard to face Judas Fraggle. Alex I hope that you can hear me say this because judging from how tonight’s show looks you’ve basically said that you feel like you’re more important than the WBSW Championship. In my view the only way that you can save the WBSW Championship Title and beat your ego is if you do the right thing and announce that if Judas Fraggle puts Mitch Thompson through a table then you’ll give Judas Fraggle a shot at the WBSW Championship Title. Alex as much as you don't want to say it you need Judas Fraggle to become the WBSW Champion because he’s the only man who up to this point who has put his heart and soul into the company and defines what the WBSW Championship should really be about.
Torres: I'd hate to be Mitch Thompson right now, Gould.
Gould: Welcome back to WBSW Live! everyone! Malcolm Gould here, alongside Jim Torres and what a night we've got here! And yet we still have excitement to come!
Torres: That's right, we've got three promising new signings tonight coming right up, and our main event, Judas Fraggle taking on Mitch Thompson in a Tables Match!
[Cue up "Issues" by Escape the Fate]
Gould: And here comes the first competitor in our triple threat match now! He's originally from Detroit, but now resides in New York, we've got Raiden Blaze, everyone!
Torres: Looks like quite the young competitor, and the fans seem to like him. He looks pumped, some high fives to the crowd in the front row, and he actually goes around to the side of the ring, getting to a few extra fans.
Gould: Haha, what an excited looking guy, ready for a huge debut!
[Cue up "The North Stands for Nothing" by While She Sleeps]
Torres: And here comes the Torture Machine!
Gould: Yes sir, Adam Stryker is now gracing us, a few less fans adoring him than the previous, but still a decent pop.
Torres: He looks in a hurry, runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, then he looks at Raiden, who sits on the turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the opposite turnbuckle and a cut throat to the crowd starts...
[Cue up an instrumental version of "Underground Kings" by Drake]
Torres: And here comes our last competitor of the match, from good ol' England!
Gould: Yep! We've got David Bishop, along with his mysterious friend who goes by "The Instructor" and they both look ready to go, Jim!
Torres: And look at how they both seem to make it look like the fans aren't even there. I would too, they want to boo him out of the arena, eh?
Gould: That's how it looks. The Instructor takes his station up by the ring, and Bishop slides into the ring. He gets up and looks at his opponents, and Eddie Higgins calls for the opening bell!
Torres: The match is ready to go, and it looks as though Stryker and Blaze are going to both get Bishop put of the way.
Gould: Sure does! They both try hitting him with a Clothesline, but he ducks them and turns around, giving them each a kick to the midsection. He takes a step back, an Arm Drag on Stryker, then a Snapmare to Blaze, followed by a kick to the spine!
Torres: That kick cracked loud! He turns around and Stryker with a Dropkick to Bishop! Blaze gets to his feet, and they alternate with some kicks and strikes until Stryker sends Bishop to the ground with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors!
Torres: Such finesse from these guys, and the chemistry the two are showing is just great. You can tell these two have a pretty nice history together. The Instructor is shouting something at the downed Bishop, who rolls away from a stomp attempt by Blaze, and he hurries to his feet.
Gould: Bishop now with a Clothesline to Stryker, and he turns to a kick to the gut from Blaze! Blaze goes for a DDT, but Bishop turns it into a Suplex of sorts, now gaining the momentum! He stands for a second and ducks a shot from Stryker that in turn hits Blaze and sends him out of the ring!
Torres: Bishop and Blaze in the ring now, and Stryker gets up, looking almost offended that Blaze hit him! He slides into the ring, breaking up a Boston Crab that Blaze had locked in, and now the two start shoving each other.
Gould: Looks like the two men from the former "Echos" stable are having some issues and now they're throwing punches! Blaze tosses Stryker into the ropes, and there's the Armbar! Bishop lying in wait though, hops up and kicks Blaze in the back of the skull, forcing him to let go. Blaze gets up, and Bishop hits him with a knee to the gut, then an elbow to the spine!
Torres: This man is tough! I can see him going places!
Gould: Yeah, prison if this weren't a wrestling match.
Torres: Stryker to the top rope now, and Bishop turns around and is hit with a huge Forearm Strike! He jumps up to his feet with a whole new adrenaline rush just bursting through his veins. He lets out a shout full of energy, backing into the ropes and running back with a Swinging Neckbreaker onto Raiden Blaze! He gets right back to his feet and does his cut throat motion, his eyes wide and ready to go! The Torture Machine is here!
Gould: He looked to be going for his trademark Stryke on Bishop, but the huge Brit was able to sidestep it and turn it into some sort of a Crossface! Stryker gets to the ropes, and Higgins wastes no time forcing Bishop to let go of the hold!
Torres: This match is the exact match I love seeing. These men are destroying each other out there, some real smash mouth stuff going on! There's Blaze, trying to get a huge kick to Stryker, who grabs his ankle, then Blaze with an Enziguiri to put Stryker flat on the mat!
Gould: I do have to agree. You've got quite the talent coming here, and there's Bishop, hopping to his feet with a ridiculous newfound energy and just punch after punch, sending Raiden Blaze and Adam Stryker to the mat repeatedly! He tosses Raiden over the top rope into the floor, then grabs Stryker and sends him between the second and top ropes, causing a newly balanced Raiden to hit the ground yet again!
Torres: All three of these men here with something to prove. In a display like this, they have to get a pretty good look, no matter the outcome. The Instructor is shouting something to Bishop, and both men look incredibly pleased with how things are going. Bishop gets down to one knee and is actually talking with the Instructor, and he gets up just in time to receive a Missile Dropkick from Blaze that nobody saw coming!
Torres: This match has been ridiculous. I could see all of them in the WBSW championship picture quick!
Gould: Yeah, it's definitely easy to picture somebody who can move like Raiden Blaze challenging for the title in near future.
Torres: Well I meant Bishop. With the Instructor calling to help out, can't you just picture him with a brilliant reign? And there's why! A great DDT to Blaze, and there's a toss to Stryker, sending him out onto the floor. And there it is, climbing the rope and the Diving Headbutt!
Gould: That's such an awful move. I don't even want to think about the damage he does to his head every time that he does that.
Torres: Who cares about brain damage? We market high quality entertainment, Gould! We want action, violence, and excitement most importantly!
Gould: You really are a piece of work, Jim. These guys are putting their lives and health on the line for you, and all you care about is the excitement of it?
Torres: Well, whatever. And woah! A huge Striking Spear that Adam calls "The Stryke" if I'm not mistaken, sent Bishop right to the mat, and he rolls outside to collect himself.
Gould: And there's the Clouds over California on Blaze and a cover! Bishop slides in to stop the count, but just barely misses it, and Adam Stryker has won his debut match here at WBSW!
Torres: That was an awesome display of talent by all three men, can't wait to see the fellas main event some shows, eh?
Gould: Very exciting prospect indeed! Everyone, stay tuned, because we've got the match you've been waiting for, Mitch Thompson, Judas Fraggle, and a table!
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Gould: Alright ladies and gentlemen, the main event of the night coming right up!
[Cue up "Survive" by Lacuna Coil]
Torres: The Fraggles come down nice and slow, Judas climbing into the ring, David staying on the outside. Remember, this is a Tables Match because Thompson picked it last week, saying "if Judas likes putting people through tables so much, let's put people through tables!"
Gould: This could get exciting tonight, the two have been feuding for a number of weeks.
[Cue Skid Row's "Thick is the Skin"]
Gould: Crowd reacts pretty excitedly for Thompson and Morgan!
Torres: Yeah they do, not sure why they enjoy him so much, he's just a yes man for Morgan, and look at that, Morgan is with him! Why am I not surprised? Mitch slides into the ring and the two stand in the ring, Barry Lincoln serving as Ring Announcer until Morgan gets off his butt and hires one.
Lincoln: Tonight's main event is a Tables Match, and our official is Head Official Eddie Higgins! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown... Judas Fraggle! ....And introducing second, from Williamsport, PA... Mitch Thompson!
Gould: Lincoln gets out of the ring and the bell rings. Both men hurry to the center of the ring, meeting and locking up. They force each other back and forth into the ropes, and Mitch throws Fraggle across the ring first. Fraggle comes back and a Shoulder Block from Mitch floors him. He picks Fraggle up and lands a body slam, then goes to kneel over Fraggle and throws a few punches before Fraggle hits back!
Torres: Fraggle to his feet now, and the men lock up once more in the center of the ring, this time with Fraggle taking Thompson down. He knees Thompson in the side a few times and then gets up, sliding out of the ring. What's he doing? He's getting a table already?
Gould: Looks like it, I don't think this is wise... And as he turns around, a baseball slide from Mitch Thompson sends the table into Fraggle's face and Fraggle goes down like a brick! Mitch slides out of the ring now and tosses the table aside, lifting Fraggle to his feet and a huge Fireman's carry, causing Fraggle's body to hit the apron awkwardly follows. Fraggle looks hurt now, and Thompson appears not to care, sliding him back into the ring.
Torres: Be nice if Thompson cared for the well being of these guys instead of just beating the hell out of Judas Fraggle. I bet Morgan would be disappointed to see this go down.
Gould: Are you stupid? Alex Morgan picked Thompson to be the one to have this match.
Torres: To keep him from being a monster, not to paralyze the poor sap!
Gould: Thompson will do the job by any means necessary. And Fraggle's fine anyway, and there's a Clothesline that puts Fraggle back down again! Morgan looks happy as can be, David Fraggle is pounding on the mat, acting like a legit manager, giving encouragement. Judas Fraggle looks at David and nods, and David Fraggle gives a grin that I don't at all like the look of.
Torres: Why not? Afraid they might win a match? And David Fraggle slides into the ring...and there's that baseball bat they've been attacking people with, right to Thompson's ribs! Then to his back, flattening him on the mat!
Gould: Come on, Fraggle! Do you seriously need him to help you week after week?
Torres: Be nice, Gould. Besides, it isn't like the Fraggles are breaking any rules. It's all legal tonight baby!
Gould: Yeah, but there's no reason for David Fraggle to be in every match. He might as well sign a contract.
Torres: Cry me a river, Gould. These guys know what can happen. Besides, it looks like Thompson is getting things under control.
Gould: Thompson with a hand two both men's throats now... He lifts for a Chokeslam, but Judas Fraggle throws a monstrous elbow to the back of Mitch's head! David Fraggle gets pulled out of the ring by Alex Morgan, and we are back to just having the two competitors inside the ring now!
Torres: Mitch throws Fraggle into the corner and runs to the corner for a knee to the chest, but Fraggle gets out of the way, which cause Thompson to land awkwardly for a totally sweet wipeout.
Gould: Ouch. Looks like Mitch tweaked his knee pretty bad right there, and Judas Fraggle looks to take full advantage of that as he pulls Mitch to his feet and lands a huge hook to the face, causing Mitch to lean against the ropes, and there's a huge Clothesline! Mitch catches the bottom rope and lands on the apron though, pulling himself to his feet as he tries to catch his breath...
Torres: And there's a huge spear from Fraggle to send Mitch flying against the guardrail! That should be the nail in the coffin right there, Fraggle just needs to get that table set up, which he does... And then he slides out after Thompson.
Gould: To which Thompson responds with a punch to the side of Judas' head. He throws a few punches, then Fraggle throws back. They exchange shots for a few seconds, and Mitch rolls into the ring. He stands up and Fraggle climbs onto the apron, and Mitch grabs him by the hair, pulling him over the ropes and then drops a huge elbow onto Fraggle's chest! This is getting vicious.
Torres: Thompson runs to the ropes, and just stumbles to the ground... That tweaked knee coming back to haunt him now. Fraggle gets to his feet, grabbing Thompson roughly by the back of his neck and smashes his head into the turnbuckle!
Gould: This violent display just keeps on going, Fraggle tossing Mitch into the corner, then kicking him in the midsection repeatedly until he hits the ground, takes a few steps back and charges on with a boot to the downed man's face! That could really do some damage!
Torres: Judas Fraggle now, signaling that he's ready to finish this match. He pulls Thompson to his feet, but Alex Morgan rushes into the ring and jumps on Fraggle's back! It looks like he's got some sort of sleeper hold on him!
Gould: Alex is gonna get himself hurt... Fraggle leans himself forward and Morgan flips forward over him, right through the table! I think he's knocked out! Mitch sees it and spears Fraggle, laying into him good, fist after fist, Fraggle having to fight himself to the ropes. The security and medical teams both come down to the ring and Mitch helps Alex onto the stretcher. Fraggle with an Inverted DDT to the distracted security guard, and an evil laugh from David Fraggle.
Torres: There they go, carting Morgan off to the back and the Fraggles take advantage, putting a table in the corner and setting one up in the center of the ring. Mitch shoves David Fraggle off to the side and turns around and there is a huge boot to the face of Thompson!
Gould: That looks bad, and Thompson is definitely pretty drained. Fraggle grabs him and lands a huge European uppercut, then Fraggle's Flock! One more pick up and Fraggle Drop, right through the table! My God!
[Cue "Survive" by Lacuna Coil]
Torres: There it is, ladies and gentlemen, we've seen whether or not Judas Fraggle can be kept in line. Thompson looks about dead as the Fraggles leave the arena, I'm Jim Torres, and this has been WBSW Live!
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Torres: Yeah Gould, we had a huge night last week, with two different championships being won or changing hands, not to mention the last move of the night that almost left both competitors dead! This week is another huge week with a number of debuts, and I think everyone on the roster is in a match tonight!
Gould: That's right, we've got Best of British against the Giants, Owl Man faces the Overweight Champion of the World, and our main event with Judas Fraggle facing Mitch Thompson in a tables match!
Torres: This night could get ridiculous, we know that. And here we go!
Owl Man vs John Tucker
Gould: Here we go, ready to get our first match going and...the Batman theme? That's interesting...
Torres:(with the tune) Na Na Na Na OWL MAN!
Gould: And there stands Owl Man, soaking up the crowd's love, or he's trying to. But there's no love to...oh my God he just "soared" down the ramp. You've got to be joking.
Torres: He goes to jump over the rope but falls flat on his face. Wow, this guy is something else. Great signing Alex. And now we hear "Fat", the classic parody by Weird Al!
Gould: You're actually dancing? And here comes John Tucker! Burger in hand, the fans and him exchange yelling at each other. He finishes his burger and rolls into the ring, and it looks like Mark Lansing is going to have his hands full for this one!
Torres: The bell rings, and the two men circle around the ring very clumsily, tripping over themselves. The first to...well...attempt to strike is Owl Man with a huge punch that just totally whiffs past Tucker's head. Tucker grabs the arm and throws Owl Man into the ropes, and brings on a Clothesline as Owl Man runs back. Tucker picks Owl Man up now and Suplex!
Gould: He grabs Owl Man again, who hits him in his over sized gut, and now Owl Man throws him into the ropes, but trips over himself, and Tucker keeps running the ropes, making about two trips before he wears himself out and falls from exhaustion.
Torres: These signings were a huge mistake for Alex Morgan, the two cant even hold a damn wrestling match for the love of God!
Gould: Give them a minute, the match is still young.
Torres: A minute? Look at them, it'd take like five for them to move across the ring to each other at the rate that they're moving! The match has been going on for a couple and we've seen like two moves!
Gould: Well, let's watch this unfold. Both men getting to their feet now, and Owl Man charges at Tucker and they both go down, Owl Man on top of Tucker! One, but he rolls off of tucker!
Torres: Try to keep telling me the signings were worth it! We were almost spared of any more of this talentless match but the idiot rolled off of the other fat idiot!
Gould: You mind not screaming and just call the match? Thanks. Both men get up again, and the Overweight Champion whips Owl Man into the ropes and Owl Man spills over and collapses in front of our table.
Torres: Somebody put this loser back in the ring? Thanks. Owl Man slides in, only to be smacked around by the Fat Fucker.
Gould: Watch your mouth, between you and Mia, I'm afraid to know what kind of fines the station is looking at! And a DDT by Tucker puts both men flat in the ring!
Torres: It's almost comical how pathetic a display these two clumsy fat guys are putting on. The ref got to eight before either got up. Owl Man leans on the ropes, and Tucker with a Clothesline that sends them out of the ring!
Gould: That was a good move, admit it.
Torres: That was pathetic, admit it.
Gould: And that's a double count out! This match has been an absolute draw.
Torres: What a god damn bore. Way to sign some real talent, Morgan. You ass clown.
Gould: You don't expect too much from every guy on the roster at all, do you?
Torres: Shut up and commentate.
Gould: Ugh. We'll be back.
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Suddenly you can hear a musical package playing that interrupts the commentators.
Suddenly, a voice breaks in as the music fades.
Unknown voice: Sorry to bust in you like that gentlemen, but, if I could just break in for a moment, I would like to address the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton fans!
Gould: Who in the hell is this?
Unknown voice: Like I said, I'm sorry for pirating you like this, friend, but this is the PATRIOT comin' atcha from buckle of the Bible belt, the very GUTS of the nation, Tulsa, Oklahoma!
Torres: The PATRIOT! I've been reading about this guy! Good to have ya aboard, sir!
The Patriot: Thank you, gentlemen. I just wanted to say what an extreme pleasure it is becoming a part of your program and how I look forward to competing in the spirit of American sportsmanship and good natured rivalries! Me and my best bud, John Mercy, hope to be there in person next week to show you what good ole American fortitude is all about!
Gould: Now, listening to that last song, one might think you have a personal vendetta against other countries! Is that true?
The Patriot: Oh, of course not. When I say I'll kick your ass for messin' with my country and my freedom, I mean it. But I respect each and every nation out there. In fact, my great country has fought alongside many other nations in defense of their freedoms and I personally will be glad to do it anytime. That's what America is about. We fought alongside the English, the French and the Russians in World War Two. We did it in Vietnam, Korea and the Middle East just recently.
Torres: Now, many in the world take offense to what the US is doing in some of those conflicts.
The Patriot: Now, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to stop you right there. You may disagree with some of the policies of the USA, but you have to respect our military who are willing to fight, not only, for our own freedom, but also for the freedom of all! Liberty and Justice for ALL. It's not just nice bumper sticker! It's a way of life!
Gould: Now, you and Mercy both served long terms with the military, is that right?
The Patriot: That is correct. We have both retired from the military and now look forward to showing the world what we can do in the ring! Listen, gotta go! Really excited, I gotta say. And we'll see all of you soon! OK USA!!
The Giants vs Best of British
Gould: Welcome back to Live! Malcolm Gould here, alongside Jim Torres, and our first match of the evening was...
Torres: Just tell them Gould, it was a snooze fest. There were no highlights to it, it was just...a pathetic display of wrestling, and that's an understatement.
[Cue up "Warzawa" by David Bowie][/b]
Gould: Business should be picking up, here's a big debut match!
Torres: And everyone, he isn't joking! This marks the arrival of the giants, and their chubby ginger manager, Willie Williams!
Gould: Yes. We've heard about Willie Williams, the former owner and booker of the once prestigious Underground X. The two giant men look prepared to make a big splash in their debut tonight though.
Torres: That they do.
Before the start of the match, an unknown theme music hits, taking the crowd by surprise:
Gould: Here come our new signings, Torres!
Torres: I've heard a lot about these boys...mostly from themselves! They say they are coming to teach America a lesson...we'll see about that!
Gould: The two boys known as the Best Of British step out, to a lukewarm reception from the fans, who are still unsure of what to make of this duo. Seizing on this indecision, the slightly bigger, blond element of the duo turns to his slightly leaner companion, in a conversational tone:
Rupert Royston-Fellowes: I'll say, Nigel...it seems these people were woefully unprepared for our arrival! Father shall hear about this!
His long-haired partner smirks as he replies:
Nigel Kensington III: Indeed, Rupert. But then again, what else could you expect from *Americans*? I mean, the brightest of these simpletons is still barely worthy of tending to the garden at my uncle Henry's third country manor!
Rupert Royston-Fellowes:(frowns) The one in Holland Park?
Nigel scoffs:
Nigel Kensington III: No, no...that is my uncle Thomas! Uncle Henry is the one who married beneath his station! You know, the one who only has ten rooms in his main residence?
[As the two lifelong friends have this pleasant chat, the crowd seems less than warm to their demeaning remarks about the United States, and make their displeasure heard.]
Gould: The fans not reacting too kindly to these hotshots' comments, and I gotta say, I'm kind of insulted myself!
Torres: Insulted by what, Gould? They were just making conversation! And look at how these Brits just ignore them, as they look at their opponents, the Giants. Rupert, pointing at Wight now:
Rupert Royston-Fellowes: Do you reckon those are our opponents, Nigel? Bloody hell! Nobody told *me* we would be facing King Kong and Godzilla! Were *you* informed?
Nigel shakes his head, barely able to contain his laughter, as Rupert begins to scratch his armpits, hopping from one foot to another while making monkey sounds. After a moment, Nigel joins him, pulling a grimace in a mean-spirited approximation of a mentally deficient person.
Gould: Now that is just insensitive! What a pair of disrespectful brats!
Torres: Relax, Gould! It's just a bit of fun! Besides, look...they're headed to the ring! This baby's about to start, baby!
Gould: They get into the ring, this match being officiated by Eddie Higgins. The teams decide on who will be starting. Wight on the side of the Giants, and Kensington on the British end. The bell rings and Kensington goes for an early attack, but can't quite affect the big man.
Torres: Did he expect to be able to knock him down right away? Wight now, with a simple toss into the turnbuckle, and he throws a few monstrous chops at Kensington's chest!
Gould: Wight is such a brute. I see these two being such a dominant force in the company. And there's a huge big boot that puts Kensington flat on his back as he comes back from the ropes.
Torres: I don't like the look of this. It looks like a huge mismatch out there, and there's a huge Chokelift and a giant slam! Wight to his feet, and an Elbow Drop into a cover... And Kensington somehow manages to get out after a two count!
Gould: What's going on? It looks like Fellowes is harassing Willie Williams on the outside, and this causes Eiffel to leave his spot in the corner, and he hits Fellowes with a huge Clothesline! Go Eiffel!
Torres: This godless heathen just attacked a distracted Fellowes, Willie is such a terrible influence.
Gould: Willie is? Fellowes distracted him! And there's Wight with another huge Big Boot sending Kensington collapsing on top of Fellowes and Williams! It's just a huge mess out here!
Torres: And now Eiffel looks pissed! A huge Chokeslam right through our table! Is that even legal?
Gould: Well, he isn't calling it, but it's pretty chaotic now! Eiffel throws Fellowes into the ring and slides in, but Kensington drags him back out... This is ridiculous. What the hell! Willie Williams pushed Kensington away now! Luckily Higgins is focused on something else.
Torres: That's right. Because while Eiffel was being dragged to the floor, Wight came in to the ring to attack a downed Fellowes, but Higgins is yelling to give him a chance to get some air. What is going on? This is chaos!
Gould: Is anybody actually keeping track of what's going on? Who's legally in the ring?
Torres: Not sure, and I don't think it matters, all four men are in the ring now, but somehow, the Brits have the upper hand, both of the giant men opposing downed and taking blow after blow... What is that ginger doing? He's distracting the ref!
Gould: And Higgins calls for Willie to go backstage for the remainder of this match, and Wight leaves the ring! If Willie is leaving, so is he apparently.
Torres: This leaves the other man beast alone against the Brits, but he pushes Higgins out of rage, and that's the match. Best of British win by DQ! And now Wight is just destroying stuff in a rage! A Chokeslam to Fellowes, and then a huge Big Boot to Kensington, and he leaves, just like that! We'll be back everyone!
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Gunner Hughes vs Mia Poe
Torres: Here we go! Ready for Gunner Hughes to take on the Hardcore Champ, Mia Poe! You ready for some action, Gould?
Gould: Always ready for it, Jimmy! Speaking of the Hardcore Champion, here she is now! She holds it high for all to see, and then walks down the ramp, the crowd loving her big time!
Torres: She gets in the ring, hands Lansing the belt, and "Dead Man Walking" cuts her entrance short. Gunner Hughes looks like such a beast tonight, and he appears very focused. Let's see how this goes down! He slides into the ring and holds his arm up, then to his corner he goes!
Gould: The bell rings, and here we go! Mia attacks first with a spear, then some huge strikes to Gunner's face. She gets up after a few seconds, egging him on with some shots to the ribs. He catches her foot and takes her down, getting to his feet right away. She gets up, and he sends her back to the mat with an Arm Drag, then she sits up and he hits her in the small of the back with a kick, and wow, the sound could be heard throughout the place!
Torres: Vicious kick from Gunner, he's out to show what he's got, this could do it for him, eh? He drops to a knee and locks in quite the choke hold, and Mia fights to her feet. This could take her out...
Gould: She's stepping around slowly, working her way to the ropes... And she's got one in her hands. She forces herself to lean forward, and Gunner loses his grip on her, but catches himself on the apron! He climbs to his feet and knees her in the gut, then drops to the floor, guillotining her on the middle rope as he goes down, then he slides back in right away.
Torres: Ball is definitely in Gunner's court now as he goes to the corner for some high risk!
Gould: He's a big guy, I don't see it ending well... Mia to her feet, and there's a Diving Forearm that sends her in a backflip across the mat as she goes flat on her face! Gunner gets back up and leans on the ropes, watching her stir ever so slightly. He gets on one knee, applies pressure to her shoulder, and pulls her arm back in a very tight Armbar!
Torres: And she looks very intent on fighting out of it. And hey! Look up at the ramp! The Fraggles are coming to visit!
Gould: What are they doing here? Don't they need to focus on the Tables Match against Mitch Thompson tonight?
Torres: Nah, I'm sure that's gonna be a quick win for Judas. You've seen the way he puts people through tables, it's second nature to him! Hey, how are you guys tonight? Here David, have a headset!
Gould: Ugh.
David Fraggle: 'Ugh'? I get the sense that you would rather we not be out here, Malcolm.
Gould: Look at that, Jimmy, David Fraggle has a good sense of when he's unwelcome.
Torres: Don't listen to him, you're welcome to guest commentate with us whenever you'd like. Why doesn't Judas throw on a headset and join us? Oh dang, Gunner with a huge DDT, and covers, but Mia kicks out!
David: He's got a lot on his mind, like winning that title back.
Gould: Thought you said he was moving on? And Mia charges at Gunner, who ducks a Clothesline, and when she turns around, the big man hits a huge Big Boot to her that just levels her on the mat! This match has been totally one sided so far.
Torres: What can we say, Gould? He's like a man child or something. The guy's such a beast. A huge Clothesline now, Mia did like a backflip in midair there. Gunner covers, but still only a two!
Gould: Mia is such a fighter.
David: That may be, but this is what keeps her down. She doesn't have it in her to let go, even when she knows she needs to. It gets her hurt a lot more than it should.
Torres: I gotta agree, Gould. If she would just stay down, she wouldn't get herself hurt nearly as much as she does. Climbing to her feet using the ropes now and another huge Clothesline, sending her to the floor at the feet of Judas Fraggle, who stands by our table in intimidating fashion. She...she's getting up in his face now, he didn't even do anything!
Gould: Well to be fair, they have no reason to be here, Jim. The match doesn't include Judas Fraggle, and they just welcomed themselves.
David: Like I said, we came to observe the Hardcore Champion in action. After all, Judas Fraggle is sort of the number one contender.
Gould: If you say so. Gunner now, smacks her head off of the commentary table, then throws her into the steel steps! Such a violent display! Why doesn't he just get this over with already?
Torres: He just tried, but she's just too damn stubborn to take the hint! He rolls her into the ring now and waits... She gets up, and there's a huge Spear! She climbs right back to her feet and he throws her into the ropes, and there's the devastating Buckshot! And finally, Full Metal Jacket, and she taps right away.
[Cue up "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple]
Torres: That was a pretty vicious and one sided display, but the fight he put on against a champ, can't look bad.
David: It was a great show, now if you and your partner don't mind, we have something we need done.
Gould: There they go...to the ring? David gets the trademark table, and Judas slides in with it, setting it up... Oh no! Fraggle Drop right through the table! Mia could be legitimately hurt Jim!
David: In a short while, you will all see Mitch Thompson compete against Judas Fraggle in a tables match. Mitch picked this match, and to be honest, we aren't sure that he quite knows what he got himself into. Anyway, that was just a preview of what is to come. Now Judas, take back what rightfully belongs to you.
Torres: The ref rings the bell and this Hardcore Championship match is underway, and Fraggle covers for the three count, and for good measure, another Fraggle Drop to Mia!
Gould: Somebody needs to control this guy! I think Mia is legitimately injured here. The medical team has come out, but...what the hell now! The lights flash off then on, and Invertigo is in the ring!
Torres: What's going on? He grabs Mia, and the lights go out and they're both gone! Everyone is now in complete confusion, neither one of them to be seen at all!
Gould: How is this even possible? We'll be right back!
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Gould: Welcome back to Live! During the break, as usual, David Fraggle had some words for Judas Fraggle's opponent.
David Fraggle: Hello my brothers and sisters it is I “The Very Good” David Fraggle and somewhere in this room is Judas Fraggle going through his last minute preparations for his match tonight. However before we talk about the match we want to talk about WBSW. Last week two things happened Mia defeated Judas to become the new Hardcore Champion and Hale Collins defeated Invretigo to become the WBSW Champion. All that I’m going to say about the Hardcore Title is it’s not what we want anymore so Mia enjoy it while you’ve got it. No what we want is to look at the situation that tonight has. You see there is no Invertigo and there is no Hale Collins. Instead there’s a Judas Fraggle and a Mitch Thompson. What does that tell you my brothers and sisters? It tells you that one week after the WBSW Champion was decided the title is already a joke. Hale isn’t here to show off his newly won WBSW Championship and say that he's going to represent the company with pride. Invertigo isn’t here to tell the world that he’s going to do whatever it takes to get another shot at the WBSW Championship. No tonight’s main focus is the company owner Alex Morgan sending his stupid security guard to face Judas Fraggle. Alex I hope that you can hear me say this because judging from how tonight’s show looks you’ve basically said that you feel like you’re more important than the WBSW Championship. In my view the only way that you can save the WBSW Championship Title and beat your ego is if you do the right thing and announce that if Judas Fraggle puts Mitch Thompson through a table then you’ll give Judas Fraggle a shot at the WBSW Championship Title. Alex as much as you don't want to say it you need Judas Fraggle to become the WBSW Champion because he’s the only man who up to this point who has put his heart and soul into the company and defines what the WBSW Championship should really be about.
Torres: I'd hate to be Mitch Thompson right now, Gould.
Adam Stryker vs Raiden Blaze vs David Bishop
Gould: Welcome back to WBSW Live! everyone! Malcolm Gould here, alongside Jim Torres and what a night we've got here! And yet we still have excitement to come!
Torres: That's right, we've got three promising new signings tonight coming right up, and our main event, Judas Fraggle taking on Mitch Thompson in a Tables Match!
[Cue up "Issues" by Escape the Fate]
Gould: And here comes the first competitor in our triple threat match now! He's originally from Detroit, but now resides in New York, we've got Raiden Blaze, everyone!
Torres: Looks like quite the young competitor, and the fans seem to like him. He looks pumped, some high fives to the crowd in the front row, and he actually goes around to the side of the ring, getting to a few extra fans.
Gould: Haha, what an excited looking guy, ready for a huge debut!
[Cue up "The North Stands for Nothing" by While She Sleeps]
Torres: And here comes the Torture Machine!
Gould: Yes sir, Adam Stryker is now gracing us, a few less fans adoring him than the previous, but still a decent pop.
Torres: He looks in a hurry, runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, then he looks at Raiden, who sits on the turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the opposite turnbuckle and a cut throat to the crowd starts...
[Cue up an instrumental version of "Underground Kings" by Drake]
Torres: And here comes our last competitor of the match, from good ol' England!
Gould: Yep! We've got David Bishop, along with his mysterious friend who goes by "The Instructor" and they both look ready to go, Jim!
Torres: And look at how they both seem to make it look like the fans aren't even there. I would too, they want to boo him out of the arena, eh?
Gould: That's how it looks. The Instructor takes his station up by the ring, and Bishop slides into the ring. He gets up and looks at his opponents, and Eddie Higgins calls for the opening bell!
Torres: The match is ready to go, and it looks as though Stryker and Blaze are going to both get Bishop put of the way.
Gould: Sure does! They both try hitting him with a Clothesline, but he ducks them and turns around, giving them each a kick to the midsection. He takes a step back, an Arm Drag on Stryker, then a Snapmare to Blaze, followed by a kick to the spine!
Torres: That kick cracked loud! He turns around and Stryker with a Dropkick to Bishop! Blaze gets to his feet, and they alternate with some kicks and strikes until Stryker sends Bishop to the ground with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors!
Torres: Such finesse from these guys, and the chemistry the two are showing is just great. You can tell these two have a pretty nice history together. The Instructor is shouting something at the downed Bishop, who rolls away from a stomp attempt by Blaze, and he hurries to his feet.
Gould: Bishop now with a Clothesline to Stryker, and he turns to a kick to the gut from Blaze! Blaze goes for a DDT, but Bishop turns it into a Suplex of sorts, now gaining the momentum! He stands for a second and ducks a shot from Stryker that in turn hits Blaze and sends him out of the ring!
Torres: Bishop and Blaze in the ring now, and Stryker gets up, looking almost offended that Blaze hit him! He slides into the ring, breaking up a Boston Crab that Blaze had locked in, and now the two start shoving each other.
Gould: Looks like the two men from the former "Echos" stable are having some issues and now they're throwing punches! Blaze tosses Stryker into the ropes, and there's the Armbar! Bishop lying in wait though, hops up and kicks Blaze in the back of the skull, forcing him to let go. Blaze gets up, and Bishop hits him with a knee to the gut, then an elbow to the spine!
Torres: This man is tough! I can see him going places!
Gould: Yeah, prison if this weren't a wrestling match.
Torres: Stryker to the top rope now, and Bishop turns around and is hit with a huge Forearm Strike! He jumps up to his feet with a whole new adrenaline rush just bursting through his veins. He lets out a shout full of energy, backing into the ropes and running back with a Swinging Neckbreaker onto Raiden Blaze! He gets right back to his feet and does his cut throat motion, his eyes wide and ready to go! The Torture Machine is here!
Gould: He looked to be going for his trademark Stryke on Bishop, but the huge Brit was able to sidestep it and turn it into some sort of a Crossface! Stryker gets to the ropes, and Higgins wastes no time forcing Bishop to let go of the hold!
Torres: This match is the exact match I love seeing. These men are destroying each other out there, some real smash mouth stuff going on! There's Blaze, trying to get a huge kick to Stryker, who grabs his ankle, then Blaze with an Enziguiri to put Stryker flat on the mat!
Gould: I do have to agree. You've got quite the talent coming here, and there's Bishop, hopping to his feet with a ridiculous newfound energy and just punch after punch, sending Raiden Blaze and Adam Stryker to the mat repeatedly! He tosses Raiden over the top rope into the floor, then grabs Stryker and sends him between the second and top ropes, causing a newly balanced Raiden to hit the ground yet again!
Torres: All three of these men here with something to prove. In a display like this, they have to get a pretty good look, no matter the outcome. The Instructor is shouting something to Bishop, and both men look incredibly pleased with how things are going. Bishop gets down to one knee and is actually talking with the Instructor, and he gets up just in time to receive a Missile Dropkick from Blaze that nobody saw coming!
Torres: This match has been ridiculous. I could see all of them in the WBSW championship picture quick!
Gould: Yeah, it's definitely easy to picture somebody who can move like Raiden Blaze challenging for the title in near future.
Torres: Well I meant Bishop. With the Instructor calling to help out, can't you just picture him with a brilliant reign? And there's why! A great DDT to Blaze, and there's a toss to Stryker, sending him out onto the floor. And there it is, climbing the rope and the Diving Headbutt!
Gould: That's such an awful move. I don't even want to think about the damage he does to his head every time that he does that.
Torres: Who cares about brain damage? We market high quality entertainment, Gould! We want action, violence, and excitement most importantly!
Gould: You really are a piece of work, Jim. These guys are putting their lives and health on the line for you, and all you care about is the excitement of it?
Torres: Well, whatever. And woah! A huge Striking Spear that Adam calls "The Stryke" if I'm not mistaken, sent Bishop right to the mat, and he rolls outside to collect himself.
Gould: And there's the Clouds over California on Blaze and a cover! Bishop slides in to stop the count, but just barely misses it, and Adam Stryker has won his debut match here at WBSW!
Torres: That was an awesome display of talent by all three men, can't wait to see the fellas main event some shows, eh?
Gould: Very exciting prospect indeed! Everyone, stay tuned, because we've got the match you've been waiting for, Mitch Thompson, Judas Fraggle, and a table!
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Judas Fraggle vs Mitch Thompson
Gould: Alright ladies and gentlemen, the main event of the night coming right up!
[Cue up "Survive" by Lacuna Coil]
Torres: The Fraggles come down nice and slow, Judas climbing into the ring, David staying on the outside. Remember, this is a Tables Match because Thompson picked it last week, saying "if Judas likes putting people through tables so much, let's put people through tables!"
Gould: This could get exciting tonight, the two have been feuding for a number of weeks.
[Cue Skid Row's "Thick is the Skin"]
Gould: Crowd reacts pretty excitedly for Thompson and Morgan!
Torres: Yeah they do, not sure why they enjoy him so much, he's just a yes man for Morgan, and look at that, Morgan is with him! Why am I not surprised? Mitch slides into the ring and the two stand in the ring, Barry Lincoln serving as Ring Announcer until Morgan gets off his butt and hires one.
Lincoln: Tonight's main event is a Tables Match, and our official is Head Official Eddie Higgins! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown... Judas Fraggle! ....And introducing second, from Williamsport, PA... Mitch Thompson!
Gould: Lincoln gets out of the ring and the bell rings. Both men hurry to the center of the ring, meeting and locking up. They force each other back and forth into the ropes, and Mitch throws Fraggle across the ring first. Fraggle comes back and a Shoulder Block from Mitch floors him. He picks Fraggle up and lands a body slam, then goes to kneel over Fraggle and throws a few punches before Fraggle hits back!
Torres: Fraggle to his feet now, and the men lock up once more in the center of the ring, this time with Fraggle taking Thompson down. He knees Thompson in the side a few times and then gets up, sliding out of the ring. What's he doing? He's getting a table already?
Gould: Looks like it, I don't think this is wise... And as he turns around, a baseball slide from Mitch Thompson sends the table into Fraggle's face and Fraggle goes down like a brick! Mitch slides out of the ring now and tosses the table aside, lifting Fraggle to his feet and a huge Fireman's carry, causing Fraggle's body to hit the apron awkwardly follows. Fraggle looks hurt now, and Thompson appears not to care, sliding him back into the ring.
Torres: Be nice if Thompson cared for the well being of these guys instead of just beating the hell out of Judas Fraggle. I bet Morgan would be disappointed to see this go down.
Gould: Are you stupid? Alex Morgan picked Thompson to be the one to have this match.
Torres: To keep him from being a monster, not to paralyze the poor sap!
Gould: Thompson will do the job by any means necessary. And Fraggle's fine anyway, and there's a Clothesline that puts Fraggle back down again! Morgan looks happy as can be, David Fraggle is pounding on the mat, acting like a legit manager, giving encouragement. Judas Fraggle looks at David and nods, and David Fraggle gives a grin that I don't at all like the look of.
Torres: Why not? Afraid they might win a match? And David Fraggle slides into the ring...and there's that baseball bat they've been attacking people with, right to Thompson's ribs! Then to his back, flattening him on the mat!
Gould: Come on, Fraggle! Do you seriously need him to help you week after week?
Torres: Be nice, Gould. Besides, it isn't like the Fraggles are breaking any rules. It's all legal tonight baby!
Gould: Yeah, but there's no reason for David Fraggle to be in every match. He might as well sign a contract.
Torres: Cry me a river, Gould. These guys know what can happen. Besides, it looks like Thompson is getting things under control.
Gould: Thompson with a hand two both men's throats now... He lifts for a Chokeslam, but Judas Fraggle throws a monstrous elbow to the back of Mitch's head! David Fraggle gets pulled out of the ring by Alex Morgan, and we are back to just having the two competitors inside the ring now!
Torres: Mitch throws Fraggle into the corner and runs to the corner for a knee to the chest, but Fraggle gets out of the way, which cause Thompson to land awkwardly for a totally sweet wipeout.
Gould: Ouch. Looks like Mitch tweaked his knee pretty bad right there, and Judas Fraggle looks to take full advantage of that as he pulls Mitch to his feet and lands a huge hook to the face, causing Mitch to lean against the ropes, and there's a huge Clothesline! Mitch catches the bottom rope and lands on the apron though, pulling himself to his feet as he tries to catch his breath...
Torres: And there's a huge spear from Fraggle to send Mitch flying against the guardrail! That should be the nail in the coffin right there, Fraggle just needs to get that table set up, which he does... And then he slides out after Thompson.
Gould: To which Thompson responds with a punch to the side of Judas' head. He throws a few punches, then Fraggle throws back. They exchange shots for a few seconds, and Mitch rolls into the ring. He stands up and Fraggle climbs onto the apron, and Mitch grabs him by the hair, pulling him over the ropes and then drops a huge elbow onto Fraggle's chest! This is getting vicious.
Torres: Thompson runs to the ropes, and just stumbles to the ground... That tweaked knee coming back to haunt him now. Fraggle gets to his feet, grabbing Thompson roughly by the back of his neck and smashes his head into the turnbuckle!
Gould: This violent display just keeps on going, Fraggle tossing Mitch into the corner, then kicking him in the midsection repeatedly until he hits the ground, takes a few steps back and charges on with a boot to the downed man's face! That could really do some damage!
Torres: Judas Fraggle now, signaling that he's ready to finish this match. He pulls Thompson to his feet, but Alex Morgan rushes into the ring and jumps on Fraggle's back! It looks like he's got some sort of sleeper hold on him!
Gould: Alex is gonna get himself hurt... Fraggle leans himself forward and Morgan flips forward over him, right through the table! I think he's knocked out! Mitch sees it and spears Fraggle, laying into him good, fist after fist, Fraggle having to fight himself to the ropes. The security and medical teams both come down to the ring and Mitch helps Alex onto the stretcher. Fraggle with an Inverted DDT to the distracted security guard, and an evil laugh from David Fraggle.
Torres: There they go, carting Morgan off to the back and the Fraggles take advantage, putting a table in the corner and setting one up in the center of the ring. Mitch shoves David Fraggle off to the side and turns around and there is a huge boot to the face of Thompson!
Gould: That looks bad, and Thompson is definitely pretty drained. Fraggle grabs him and lands a huge European uppercut, then Fraggle's Flock! One more pick up and Fraggle Drop, right through the table! My God!
[Cue "Survive" by Lacuna Coil]
Torres: There it is, ladies and gentlemen, we've seen whether or not Judas Fraggle can be kept in line. Thompson looks about dead as the Fraggles leave the arena, I'm Jim Torres, and this has been WBSW Live!
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