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Live from: Jobing.com Arena in Glendale, AZ Sunday, July 13th, 2008 - 8:00 GMT 'Down and Out' by Tantric :Piper: Well here we go for the Iron Man title. :Coors: Hey whatever happened to that Zenn guy? :Piper: He quit a long time ago because he got censored remember? wait.....bii, ga...Where the fuck did that come from Janie? :Coors: Alcohol. :Piper: Your exscuse for everything... even breathing. [Night checks the ropes as Call stretches her legs] *DING*DING*DING* [Night moves quickly towards Morgan and ties her up applying a side headlock. Morgan counters nicely and whips him into the ropes as he returns to kick Morgan in the chest while she prepares for a back body drop.] :Piper: Suriel choreographed that one. :Coors: What kind of name is Suriel anyway? [Crowlie Wraps his arms around Moorgan from behind as she attempts to elbow him off of her. A stiff shot to Night's face and he releases. Morgan bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Night straight over the top rope. Morgan backs up a few steps and dashes towards the ropes propelling herself over the top and landing a cross body on the recovering Night.] :Piper: Suicide is not a rare thing here tonight apparently. :Coors: Neither are flying...Hey...Isn't that Alec Fleming over there? :Piper: You have a firm grasp of the obvious Jim. :Coors: No, I thought he left...whatever. [Both competitors are slow to rise, and each takes a swing connecting at the same time. The two swing again on each other and connect simultaneously a second time. This time both competitors fall to the floor. Morgan and Night turn away from each other as they return to their feet. As Night begins pulling the mat from the outside, exposing the concrete below Morgan grabs her North American title from the corner of the ring. Night finishes what he was doing and turns to find a face full of red, white, and silver.] :Piper: DONG! Lights out! :Coors: .................Now come on Pete... What was that? :Piper: ummmm original? :Coors: .................You have a way with words. :Piper: Don't be gay Jim. [Morgan Call goes to the apron and taunts the crowd momentarily as Night gets to a knee. Suddenly Crowlie springs to life and leaps to the apron, grabs her and T-Bones them both off the apron and onto the concrete floor.] :Piper: OH That's gotta hurt! :Coors: There's a mat out there. :Piper: There was. :Coors: oooohhh yeeeaaa... foorgot he moved it. [Both Night and Call are rolling in pain on the ground. Night moves slowly to his feet first, and drags Morgan by her hair and to her feet. He shoves her into the ring, And climbs up onto the turnbuckle. He launches off with a beautiful full-on splash, connecting ribs to ribs, before bouncing off and holding his abdomen.] :Piper: Shit! :Coors: Damn... That looked like it hurt. :Piper: Suicide is the word of the day. :Coors: You already said that. :Piper: Stuff it drinkie mcdrink. [Night slows his breathing as he stands and helps Morgan to her feet. He bends her backwards, rolls around and ends with the neckbreaker. He covers for the pin....1......2....3.] *DING*DING*DING* :Laura Layne: HERE IS YOUR WINNER....and NEW...IRON MAN CHAMPION....SURIEL...N...CROWLIE! :Piper: That's it? :Coors: He won? :Piper: LAME. |
