Both men came down to ring with relatively mild reaction from the crowd. JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR seemed to have a little bit of an attitude as the ref was checking him for any foreign objects. He refused to have his left leg checked and both JCS and the referee got nose to nose for a few seconds. The ref motioned to JCS that he has his leg checked or he will be disqualified. After a few adjustmers to the waist band of his pants he left the ref check his leg. Without finding anything the ref calls for the bell and begins the match.
The match started out pretty boring. With both men tieing up in the middle of the ring and putting on hammer locks and reverses into hammerlocks and head locks. After about a minute or so Gentleman Jack gets the upper hand when he whipped JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR into the ropes and caught him with a chop across the chest that got the crowd to chant “WHOOOOOO”. Gentleman jack quickly applied an arm bar but JCS eventually broke the hold by grabbing for the ropes.
Once both were to there feet they went back to the same old tie ups and hammer locks trying to gain an advantage over each other. But the crowd begins to chant “BORING! BORING! BORING! BORING!” As JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR attempts a suplex, Gentleman Jack is able to block it and turns it into a headlock of his own. The chant of Boring now becomes deafening. Then out of nowhere the chant turns in to cheers as (the them music for Morrigan) blairs out over the P.A. system. Out walks Morrigan along with Adrian Cornell to the stage. JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR and Gentleman Jack both stare up the ramp.
MORRIGAN: I don’t know if you to so called professionals can hear this crowd? But you’ve done nothing but BORING shit in the ring. Now, I don’t know about Adrian here, but I’ve been itching to get into that ring and face off with him tonight.
The crowd erupts with a big pop. Morrigan passes off the mic to Adrian.
ADRIAN: Trust me Morrigan, it’ll be an honor to step in that ring and face off with a Hall of Famer such as yourself. But you see, there seems to be a little problem with that at the moment.
Morrigan pulls another mic out of the back of his pants.
MORRIGAN: Yea I can see what you mean. We have two no name jobbers basically, out there only doing what’s necessary. There not true Anarchist like ourselves.
ADRIAN: I think, and normally I’m not very wrong when I actually put my mind to something; that these two haven’t been properly introduced to the way of Anarchy Wrestling.
MORRIGAN: I think you’re right. And you are, of course, a professor aren’t you.
ADRIAN: Of course. Towson U.
Morrigan smiles showing his teeth.
MORRIGAN: Well if you don’t mind, I would like to tag along and be your assistant and teach these curtain jerker’s what it really means to be an Anarchist.
ADRIAN: I couldn’t think of a better person for the job, besides James Caine himself.
Both men drop there microphones to stage and walk there way down the ramp and both JCS and Jack both concentrate on Adrian and Morrigan ready for a fight. Adrian and Morrigan surround the ring and instead of sliding in, lift up the arpon. The both take chairs and throw them in the ring. Then Adrian pulls out a bat while Morrigan pulls out a 2x4.
Nothing but Carnage ensues. Morrigan breaks the 2x4 in half over JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR’s head busting him open. Adrian busts Gentleman Jack’s knee with the baseball bat leaving the leg to sway freely below the knee as he screams in pain. Gentleman Jack craws out of the ring un noticed as Adrian and Morrigan concentrate on a semi conscious Jesus Christ Superstar. The get him to his feet and both grab a chair. The nail him with a Standing conchairto that causes his to spaz out on the mat. Adrian and Morrigan kick Jesus Christ Superstar out of the ring and to the mat as the crowd roars and chants in approval. “ANARCHY! ANARCHY! ANARCHY!”
Winner: DRAW
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