Ruckus Video Package Opener
[The cameras pan across the Melbourne Showgrounds to the amped up crowds before resting on the commentary table.]
BM: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to Ruckus! I am “The Voice of In Your House” Brian Morris, alongside my broadcast partner Tats Richardson, and we here for the go home edition of Ruckus for Mind Your Own Fuckhole!
TR: We already have a bunch of awesome matches scheduled for the event, and we get to lock in a few more tonight!
BM: But just because the Supershow is next week it doesn’t mean that we don’t have one hell of a show in store for you all tonight! Without further ado lets get right to it!
[The camera cuts away.]
[The cameras go backstage where veteran interviewer Stevie Trelain is standing by with Penelope Kaplan and Wyatt “Jet” Blanchard, the members of Jetpack smiling and by all looks are in good moods. Penny is holding a very expensive looking tablet and she smiles over at Stevie.]
ST: Go ahead, Penny.
[She beams a smile at Stevie and the camera and then turns the tablet’s screen toward the camera, revealing the smiling face of Shawn Fox, he’s grinning from ear to ear before he even starts to speak.]
SF: Hey, Shawn Fox here, your resident pain in the ass, I’m just wanting to take a moment to thank all of you lovely fans, the people I work with, you’re all aces. Thank you for sending in all the cards, flowers, and well wishes for my lovely wife Lark, and our newborn baby girl Paloma Carolanne Fox. It really means a lot to us, and I got a feeling that our little angel is going to have a great life, and it all started here.
[He winks and the feed goes dark as Penny beams a huge smile.]
JB: It’s a good day, at In Your House Wrestling Fed, y’all don’t even know.
ST: Care to elaborate, Jet?
JB: Sure do. Thing is, we’ve faced State of Anarchy many, many times in the past. We had one of the greatest set of matches against them last season, I’m here to tell you that you’re not going to find two better teams in this place than SoA and Jetpack - no matter what the rest of ‘em got to say. See, me and Penny, Sean and Max… see we got what they ain’t.
ST: What is that Jet?
JB: We got consistency an’ stayin’ power. We been here, since the restart, we been here and we stayed here. Ain’t goin’ nowhere. We make appearances? We reppin’ here. Lots of other teams come in, want to bag on us. Seen ‘em do it to SoA too. But in the end, we win, the fans win.
PK: Because we’re still here. Tonight, we’re facing our friends once again, and I couldn’t be more excited. We make classics when we face off and it’s the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
JB: Good Lord Pen-pen.
PK: So let’s go! Let’s go tear it up and have a great time!
[The two storm off away from Stevie who is left blinking, until Penny pokes her head back in a second.]
PK: Thanks Stevie!
[And the cameras cut elsewhere.]
Maggie D vs Grace Diablo
DING DING DING!
[Although both of these wrestlers are fairly new, there is a distinct difference in their training to get to an IYH ring that’s clear from the start of the match. Whilst Maggie D is quite flexible and has the grace of a dancer, Grace Diablo is possessed of the sort of brutal crispness with her moves that shows her heritage and drive and it’s that edge that puts her quickly in the driver’s seat early on in the match! Maggie tries to wrest it from Grace with a Leaping Complete Shot, but she miscalculates her distance and Grace is able to roll with the impact instead! She scrambles and stacks Maggie, gaining a two count on a near-fall!
Maggie kicks out of this predicament and both girls pop up to their feet, and finally Maggie gets her break, popping off with a fast and flexible Round T’Corner (Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors Takedown)! Grace elbows free of any chance of a pin, popping up to her feet only to fall prey to a quick School Girl Roll-up but she breaks free just before two! The fans are eating this up as Maggie seems more confident now, stalking around Grace who blows out a breath, shakes her head and then explodes into motion!]
BM: Wow what a shot from Grace Diablo! As if that European Uppercut didn’t rock Maggie enough, she’s got her in the clinch now with those vicious knee strikes!
TR: She’s her Dad’s kid through and through! Love seeing the brutality, B-ry!
BM: There’s more to wrestling than brutality, Tats! There’s skill, training, countless hours in the gym, blood, sweat, and...
TR: Really, Brian? Really? You were bringing out that old chestnut? It’s 2020 get with the times!
BM: I really hate you sometimes Tats.
[The pair battle back and forth to the delight of the IYH fans, even Maggie gets some cheers, but unfortunately for her, they distract her at a crucial moment and her control of the match slips away as Grace sweeps her legs and then rolls to her feet, dropping back and then dashing in as Maggie sits up and smashing into her with the Santos Slicer (Sliding knee strike)! Maggie is definitely seeing stars at this point but evades a pin attempt with that freaky flexibility of hers! She battles back with a Sunset Flip that nets her a two count before Grace breaks loose, but her attempt at a Shining Wizard goes badly awry!
Grace evades the Shining Wizard and comes up under Maggie’s guard, yanking her up and flipping her over for a Fall from Grace (Brainbuster)! Maggie is stunned!]
BM: WOW again!
TR: I’m telling you, you can’t ever underestimate anyone in this place that walks around with the Diablo name!
[Grace floats over and pins Maggie down, hooking the legs as the referee slides in for the count, fans chanting along!]
DING DING DING!
TH: Here is your winner… GRACE DIABLO!!!!
[Don’t Stop The Devil by Dead Posey plays as Grace releases the pin, stepping back as Maggie sits up, the referee raising her hand in victory as the fans cheer the efforts of both of these young wrestlers here tonight.]
BM: Another exciting showing from Grace Diablo!
TR: Man am I the only one that was hoping she was going to kick Maggie in the chest or what.
[Grace requests a microphone from Tommy who happily obliges, she waits for her music to die down as she pants into the microphone, tired from her match.]
GD: GABE! GABE YOU OLD BOOMER FUCK! I did it. I won another match. I’m ready now. I’m ready for YOU. I’m ready to kick your ass back to the 1900s where you belong. I want you to accept a match against me at Mind Your Own Fuckhole. Tweet me your response, oh that’s if you can even find the tweet button you old shit.
[Grace hands the microphone back to Tommy before she exits the ring.]
[Deep within the confines of the crate fortress in the back corner of the Melbourne Fairgrounds arena, Morganna: Mistress of Impending Doom is deep in the process ... something? She's got a black velvet sheet draped over a table, and all sorts of knick-knacks set up on it. A neon green plastic skull, a Ouija board, a magic 8 Ball and a bowl filled with what appears to be Oregano. The demon Dschura seems baffled, crinkling her face in confusion as she hovers a few inches off the ground.]
D: ... What are you doing? Or trying to do?
[The diminutive devil worshiper pokes her head up from her work, and responds with her usual passion and vigor.]
MMOID: Well, my demonic servant wench--
D: Can we not call me that, I'm trying to do you a solid here and the respect feels a bit like a one way street.
MMOID: -- tis very simple. I am preparing to cast a curse ahead of the Beat the Clock challenge tonight! The harlot known as Tiffany Zyron tries to tempt me with false praise, but I know better! A liar and a temptress she is-- which normally I could respect because that's pretty evil-- but not this time! Especially since her most glaring transgression!
[Her squeaky voice is really betraying the impending doom she's trying to convey right about now.]
MMOID: That's right, she ALSO called me "Morganna" instead of "Morganna: Mistress of Impending Doom!" It's like everyone around here is trying to bring the sword of Damocles down upon them to cleave them in twain!
[Satan's Onion begins to wildly gesticulate in an attempt to prove her point.]
MMOID: So I will cast a curse on her that ensures she does not break my time, and then she will know TRUE suffering just like the rest of the foolish mortals in this Haberdashery of Pain!
[She lets out her best maniacal laugh, interrupted by her demon friend.]
D: ... What if the other chick wins.
[The Mistress of Impending Doom pauses and blinks.]
D: You're only cursing one of them, what if the other human-- tree girl there-- wins? By only cursing Tiffany Zyron that'll probably just make it a lot easier for her, and could help her beat your time which seems like, y'know would play a bit of a spoiler for your whole plan of domination and all that.
MMOID: ... CRAP!
[The camera cuts back to the ring as “Deadweight” by I Prevail plays through the arena speakers. The fans boo as Gordon Fury makes his way through the curtain, not wasting any time as he makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans completely. He goes to a referee at ringside and says something to him, before taking a microphone and getting into the ring. The ref stands up and looks at Tommy in confusion, who just shrugs.]
GF: You know, I understand wanting to aim above your station. I get it. It's a human’s natural reaction to want to strike at those that are better than you to try and take some of their clout, reputation. Power. But then there are those who try to reach through the clouds and strike at god. Jet, last week I said that tackling me was the highlight of your career, because it was, but you couldn’t just leave it there could you? Of course not, because just like Shawn Fox deciding to name his kid after cheese, you have poor decision making skills. You wanna challenge me, you bandaid wearing fucktard? Normally I wouldn’t even give you the time of day, after all if you play with trash you might get a disease, but since your bud Shawn is off playing with his cheese child, I can once again make your career and make an exception. So come on tough guy, you put the challenge out right? I accept. Get your arse out here.
[The ref slowly climbs into the ring as the fans give a mixed reaction, booing at Gordon, but cheering at the prospect of Jet kicking his arse.]
TR: Wow I can’t believe this! Gordon taking the time to give Jet the biggest match of his career! He truly is the leader of the locker room!
BM: He’s an absolute snake, Tats. He knows Jet has an important match later tonight against State of Anarchy with championship stakes! He knows Jet won’t accept!
TR: Yeah, because he’s a puss boy coward. You can’t make a challenge and then not do it when they accept, Bry!
[After a minute or so of everyone waiting, the fans cheer as Jet walks out onto the stage, already dressed for his match later tonight, microphone in hand. He looks calm yet determined as he raises the mic.]
JB: Ya know Gordon, I had planned to just let you simmer out here and embarrass yourself even more… but there’s no way I’m passing up a chance to kick your ass!
[With that Jet drops the mic and charges down the ramp, Gordon readying himself before Jet slides in the ring, the two men immediately trading blows before the ref calls for the bell!
Gordon Fury vs Jet Blanchard
DING DING DING!
[Both men continue trading shots until Gordon evades Jet who backs away before springing back into another attempt. Once again Gordon blocks Jet’s arm and hooks it with his for a takedown. As Jet rolls back to his feet in the corner, Gordon impatiently goes for a Yakuza kick. But Jet dodges, leaving Gordon to land his foot on the top turnbuckle. Jet takes advantage of it by grabbing Gordon’s leg and dragging him out of there to the centre of the ring. There, Gordon counters with a hurricanrana. Holding the back of his head, Jet pushes himself up just in time to again dodge Gordon. Jet fights back with a kick to the gut before landing a suplex. Gordon rolls away to get some distance, holding his back. They have a quick staredown till Gordon charges at Jet with a loud battle cry. Jet redirects Gordon to the ropes and drops on his belly. Gordon leaps over Jet who quickly gets to his feet, only to get hit in the face with a running calf kick. Gordon immediately aims for a hard foot stomp but Jet rolls out of the way. Gordon tries again and this time, Jet rolls the other way between Gordon’s legs before throwing up a kick to his tailbone. Gordon staggers away, arching his back in agony. Jet waits for Gordon to return to him before going for a grapple. But Gordon kicks Jet’s hands away before striking him hard in the stomach. With the wind knocked out of him, Jet bends over and Gordon takes him down with a spinning back kick to his head and a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd gasps at Gordon’s increased aggression as he goes for the cover. But Jet kicks out at two. Gordon slaps the mat in frustration.]
BM: This isn’t just an impromptu match between Gordon Fury and Jet Blanchard, this is an all out dog fight!
TR: Gordon’s out for blood, you can see it in his eyes! Jet should be learning his lesson right now.
BM: Don’t discount Jet, Tats. You had to know that Jet was preparing for this fight at some point!
[Back on his feet, Gordon yanks Jet to his feet before throwing him hard to the corner. Gordon follows up with a fast flying elbow smash that leaves Jet bent over till he drops on his knees. Despite seeing Jet currently out of it, Gordon isn’t satisfied as he pulls Jet up again in the corner and starts scolding him again about the incident, promising more punishment. Gordon then gets some distance, looking for a second flying elbow smash. But this time Jet counters with a body toss. Gordon lands safely on the outside apron, only to get smashed in the face with a back elbow. Yet it doesn’t happen Gordon from retaliating with his own elbow strike before taking down Jet with a springboard implant DDT. Cries of horror and upset ring out through the arena as Jet’s head spikes the canvas, leaving him limp. Gordon rushes for the pin. But again somehow Jet kicks out in time and Gordon argues with the referee, accusing him of a slow count. Gordon then vents his frustrations on more foot stomps on Jet, earning more passionate jeers from the fans. That seems to be the last straw for Gordon as he yells at them to shut up. Jet now struggles to pull himself towards the corner so in a totally dickish move, Gordon steps on Jet’s back to get to the middle rope. More jeers can be heard as Gordon goes for another stomp on his back. After throwing one last insult, Gordon then leaps for his modified sunset flip powerbomb signature, Aussie Revolution, but Jet holds onto the ropes and Gordon flips on his back on the mat alone. As Gordon struggles to pull him down, Jet frees one leg to stomp down on him. The crowd cheers at the payback. Jet continues to stomp his way to freedom. Gordon rolls to his feet and charges at Jet who ducks and runs to the ropes before coming back with a spinning wheel kick of vengeance, which is also his signature. The fans come more alive with cheers for Jet as he takes his time to regain his bearings. Gordon struggles to his feet, holding his head. Stalking Gordon, Jet positions himself on the ring apron. As Gordon turns around, Jet takes him down with his springboard lariat finisher, Oh Good Lord. Jet quickly pins Gordon, the crowd rallied behind him.]
BM: What the!! Gordon just kicked out of the Oh Good Lord!!
TR: Of course he did, he’s a man possessed!! Jet needs to do an exorcism to win tonight!
BM: Jet needs to stay focused here! He’s got Gordon back into a corner but he needs to finish this!
[Jet, along with his fans, looks in disbelief as the match is set to continue. Holding his head, Jet takes his time to catch his breath before looking to end Gordon with his crucifix armbar with neckscissors finisher, Sweeter Than A Peach. But all Jet gets is Gordon’s arm as the Australian fights back to free it. When Jet still refuses to let go, Gordon punishes him with stiff forearm shots. Finally Jet releases Gordon, only to get thrown through the turnbuckles. Jet’s shoulder lands hard against the steel post and he immediately cries out in pain. Gripping the shoulder area, Jet slowly pulls himself out of there when Gordon stuns him with his reverse rana signature. The crowd cringes at the sight of Jet’s head crushing into the canvas. Jet holds his head as he lies there. The referee checks on Jet before allowing him to continue. But Jet is obviously in bad shape as he can barely lift up his head. Yet it’s enough for Gordon to strike him back down with his Boma Ye knee strike finisher, Destination Fucked. The crowd jeers as Jet goes sprawling on the mat and Gordon drops for the cover.]
DING DING DING!
TH: Here’s your winner… Gordon Fury!
[“Deadweight” by I Prevail blasts through the speakers, drawing more deafening jeers from the upset fans. Gordon slowly rolls away to sit on the canvas with a scowl on his face. Breathing hard, he gives Jet a dirty look then takes his time to stand before the referee raises his hand in victory but he pulls away, preferring to raise it himself.]
BM: Holy shit, that ending… Gordon got what he wanted and Jet isn’t looking too good. This is terrible because Jet has another match later tonight in the tag team tournament round. He needs to get checked.
TR: Gordon’s a fucking beast tonight. The guy used revenge as his fuel and it showed.
[While the referee attends to Jet, Gordon suddenly pushes him aside and starts stomping the shit out of Jet. The upset crowd roars in protest as Gordon picks up Jet roughly by the neck and tosses him over the ropes. The referee tries to stop Gordon but gets pushed away again. Gordon goes after Jet who’s struggling to get away but Gordon grabs him and throws him hard into the steel steps. Jet lands awkwardly, forcing him to grip his right knee in pain.]
BM: Oh come on!! Enough’s enough! The man’s still got another match to wrestle! You got what you wanted, Gordon. Just go!
TR: Gordon’s practically dismantling Jet!
[But Gordon isn’t done yet as he picks up Jet to drive his hurt knee down on the steel step, making him scream. Jet rolls around on the concrete floor, holding his knee. Gordon picks up the top step and goes to crush Jet’s leg between the top and bottom steps, but Penny sprints down the ramp like a woman possessed to save her partner, Gordon dropping the stairs and jumping the barricade, escaping through the crowd. A small medical crew rush out to help Jet as Penny checks on him, who’s now in even worse shape than before with his hurt neck/head area and knee.]
BM: Finally, thank god!! Get him out of here! I can’t believe this! Can Jet even stand now? Gordon may have just robbed him of his opportunity in the tag team tournament!
TR: Damn… I don’t think we’ve seen this side of Gordon before. And unfortunately Jet paid the price big time.
[The visuals to start seem to indicate that this may not be something located inside of the Showgrounds. Panning around, it seems to be some sort of cave, maybe a basement area, what is for sure is the presence of walls of dirt and mud and some rock. There isn't much sound to start, but as the person behind the camera seems to move forward, one sound seems to start taking over, getting louder and louder.
Reaching the back of this room or cave, mounted onto the dirt wall by a looped string hanging on a stick, is a clock. Upon further inspection though, while there is no doubt the ticking is coming from it, nothing on the clock was moving. Every hand, from hour to minute to second, was frozen in place aside from the small jiggle of the second hand. There was something about it though that was eerily specific. It was close to 12 o'clock, according to the hands, but not quite. The hand placements showed a time of 11:52:26...]
WP: I see you found my motivator...
[The view jerks to the right, and standing there with her wolf pelt draped over her head is one of IYH's new talents, Winter Pine. She eases forward to the clock, pulling her hand up to it and rubbing it gently along its circumference. Her eyes were glued to it as she spoke on.]
WP: I will forgive this time about messing with my things, but you don't have many warning left. I'll be kind to a simple mind though...an older version of me would have been much more willing to snap your neck at an instance. Restraint is a powerful tool though, a useful one...it all comes around to patience.
[Winter turns her head to have her face in full view, and her other hand latches over the snout of her wolf and pulls it off of her head, now just latched into her raven hair. She gives a very subtle smirk, the right side of her lip curling ever so slightly.]
WP: Trust me, I've had to be very patient to finally understand what was important to me in life, both personally and professionally. I had to be patient to return to a place I cherished, that being the ring of combat. And of course, I've been forced into patience already here in IYH. I do find it a bit of a shame that this figurehead of "fun" and "excitement" and "advertiser friendly" has not allowed me the chance to showcase as much as I had anticipated. I don't much enjoy a month away from this when I fought so long physically and mentally to return to it during a longer time period. But, for me, as this week of preparation finally shined itself through, it became a much more understanding situation for me.
[That gave her the opportunity to turn back towards the clock, her finger still tracing around it, now on about lap number 6.]
WP: I have to appreciate the patience. I have to appreciate it because patience brought me my opportunity to get here, and patience will get me more and more. And even if it may not be something I want, it is more than something I need, that I really have no choice in the matter of. I still am only an unknown to this new realm, and Mr. Darren has to see my worth over time. While I know I provided plenty to evaluate in that lovely dance with the Miyamoto one, I also know I was not at my full abilities. I'm not even quite sure if I am quite yet, and perhaps tonight I get answers, perhaps I surprise myself. But what I am confident about, is even at half or less of my abilities...
[She darts her face back into full view and her eyes shimmer with a piercing gleam.]
WP: At even half my best, I am still one of the most calculating, efficient, and dangerous competitors in that battle arena. I've always been confident in that fact, and I showed that against Miyamoto...I made a statement, and clearly even in the days leading to my battle with her, Mr. Darren had that same idea when he saw me. And because of that...patience rewards me tonight...patience paved a path that said "WE ARE WORTHY!" Mr. Darren chose of IYH's new breeds 6 who had the fire, the Rapid Fire if you may, along with the patience and skill. So I waited...we waited...and now we are moments away from the midnight hour. At midnight, he will stand on the hill, and he will see us...he will remember...he always remembers. That's what she told me...that's what I said.
[Those last few words came with an aggressive twitch in Winter's eye, but she shook off this strange pattern of speech, throwing her head about for a moment, then returned her gaze back to the clock very slowly.]
WP: I see a very worthy feast...but the feast bites back...she looks promising. The souls know her accomplishments very well, after all she fought before them before this current age, she is accomplished, she is a victor. They call her Tiffany Zyron...I like her energy, and yet I also worry. She is at home here compared to us, and she will have the souls behind her. But will she have enough in her if she needs to scrape for those last few seconds? We worry about how far she would go to slay us, yet pressure pushes her to great things. I must admit, she is such a hard one to read, but I admire that.
[Winter grasps right to the clock now with both hands and tugs it off the stick it was hanging on, looking at it as she holds it under her chin.]
WP: I will have that hunger, and she knows that. She will have that hunger, and I know that. She will see me, and she will see us, and she will see the seconds tick away. My goal will be simple...I must be the bomb at the end of this timer...7 minutes and 34 seconds until decimation for Zyron's dreams. I will have the hope that our dreams do not meet that similar fate, but I am confident that will not be the case. I am patient, and I will earn the rights bestowed upon the victor. It will come. It has to come...so for now, let time no longer stand still, because it's time to let the games begin.
[She tosses the clock hard onto the ground, grasping then quickly to the head of her pelt, and tugs it back over her head and walking away hastily off to the left. Looking down at the clock, still ticking loudly despite the hard contact, zooming in shows a small difference. The second hand, once just shaking in position, now moves forward. And with time now moving forward, the scene fades.]
Marcus Black vs Minka Carter
DING DING DING!
[Minka Carter is in fine form tonight, showing not an ounce of fear as she faces off against the enormous former Bad Omen Marcus Black! He towers over her at the bell and she gamely comes at him, a hard spinning heel kick rocking the big man but he keeps his cool and fends off her high energy volley of follow up attacks, absorbing the hits, elbows and kicks until he finally gets his mitts on her and yanks her up for a big Spinebuster! This stalls out Minka’s offense quite neatly for the moment as it would anyone on the receiving end but Minka isn’t done by a longshot! She rallies and rolls to avoid a stomp and comes up under his guard to hit a big Shining Wizard!
It has some effect on him of course but as Minka comes in for a Double knee armbreaker he just holds on and doesn’t drop, thrashing his arm until he gets loose and then pulls her up for a huge Fade to Black (Modified lifting reverse STO)! This nets him a two but Minka throws up a shoulder much to the delight of the fans who are really getting into this competition, enjoying a straight up wrestling match here tonight!
Minka is up before Marcus and as close to the ropes as they are, she’s able to get up and strike the big man with a huge Flipping Seated Senton! Now she gets that Double knee armbreaker in, clearly she’s working to try and isolate that arm, working on it, to take some of his power away, looking to avoid that likely Release the Kraken later on in the match!]
BM: A rousing match so far from Marcus and Minka! She’s on point tonight and taking advantage of any opening Marcus leaves her!
TR: Which is a skill, it’s a talent Minka has, but Marcus is sharp, I’m not seeing much more that Minka could have gotten him with, and with a competitor like her? That’s some praise.
BM: Are ...are you feeling alright tonight, Tats?
TR: Look, you consistently underestimate me Brian and if we were wrestlers? That’d get your ass kicked.
BM: ...and perhaps rightfully so. OH! That’s looking bad for Minka Carter though!
[Looking bad indeed as after a Spinning belly-to-back suplex Marcus is only able to net a one as Minka throws the shoulder up again! He keeps his cool and gets to his feet, ripping her up off the mat and hitting her with a huge Running powerbomb into the far turnbuckle! Oh it’s looking bad, Minka slides down the turnbuckles to a seated position on the mat, her arms draping over the second ropes!
But when Marcus moves to yank her out of the corner her boot lashes out and hits him in the inner thigh, knotting up that muscle as Marcus swears, hobbling back to massage some feeling back into it and Minka pops up, sweeps his leg and drops him! He’s up fast however despite the leg and she hits him with a Cobra clutch bulldog!
But they are too near the ropes, she torques and works on him but he gets his hand on them and the referee orders the break - which Minka readily complies with, but it costs her as she waits for him to get on his hands and knees, looking for her Holy Clutch (Cobra Clutch w/ bodyscissors) but as she scrambles to get him into the hold, Marcus comes alive and gets up under her, elbowing her in the face and then standing up with Minka on his shoulders, a wild look of determination on his face!!]
BM: Oh No! Marcus has Minka up for The Blackhammer! This is over!
TR: Holy SHIT not so fast Brian! Look at MINKA GOOOO!
[From that position of precariousness on Marcus’ broad shoulders Minka wiggles free and slides behind him, her arm around his neck as the toe of her boot hits hard in the back of his knee! As he goes down she gets both knees up into his upper back and as they land turns that into a lungblower like no other!
As he arches on the mat Minka gets out from under and pops up, striking him with the Demon Stake (Jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick) and down he goes again, Minka scrambling to cover, hooking the leg and putting her back against his chest, planting her feet and managing to hold on to the bell rung Marcus just barely long enough for three!]
DING DING DING!
TH: Here is your winner… MINKA CARTER!!!!
[The Resistance by Skillet plays as Minka yells from the effort she’s expended, coming up to her feet and celebrating her victory over the massive Kraken! As he gets up she shows him a healthy amount of respect, nodding even as the referee raises her hand in victory, pointing at him and encouraging the fans to give up some love his way!]
BM: That was one incredible match, I would have seriously bet Minka wouldn’t have been able to take out the Kraken, you more than most know what a man like him is capable of!
TR: Eh. Much like my beloved Stella, Marcus lost a lot of his edge after pulling a Carol Anne.
BM: A what now? He did what now?
TR: RUN TO THE LIGHT CAROL ANNE. I swear to GOD Brian.
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