TONY FATORA: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit!
DT: We're getting right back into the action here at Wrestleverse II, folks, and this next match could be a doozy!
MN: Who's in the match?
DM: No one's questioning the abilities of either man in this match, Dave, and we could be in for the sleeper match of the night!
MN: Who's in the match?
DT: Did you lose your booking sheet, Neely?
MN: I went and got a hot dog. It was either the booking sheet, or my awesome shirt. Mustard's a ***** to get out, you know.
DT: Why don't you just sit back and let Fatora tell you who's in the match, ok?
MN: You guys suck.
DM: Not as much as a fat guy with a mustard stain on his shirt!
MN: What? Where? [looks down at his shirt.] DAMMIT!
TF: Introducing first...
In Living Color's "Cult Of Personality" blares over the PA, and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as a man comes through the curtain and makes his way down towards the ring.
TF: Standing six feet, one inch tall, and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... haling from the nation's capital in Washington, D.C. ... this... is... BLOODHUNT!
Bloodhunt steps into the ring and heads to his corner, awaiting his opponent.
TF: And his opponent...
No Hype Necessary's "Patiently Waiting" begins blaring over the PA system as fireworks began to blast, in the shape of an X, with the loud boom commanding the fans' attention.
TF: Standing six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and sixty serven pounds, and hailing from Orlando, Florida... he... is... TRRRRRIPLE X.... SEAN STEEEEEVENS!
Triple X stepps through the curtain, immediately raising his arms in the air and walks down to the ring and slides in, running to the nearest turnbuckle, as his music slowly came to an end, and he hops down, turning to face Bloodhunt.
DM: Both these men are technical behemoths, guys, albeit with different styles. Bloodhunt has more of grounded style, while Triple X incorporates more high-flying, cruiser kinds of moves, but make no doubt about it, both of them can go on the mat.
[SFX: Ring bell.]
DT: Referee Rosenkrantz calls for the bell, and both men start circling quickly around the ring, and Bloodhunt reaches out to grab XXX, but XXX swats his hand away. Another reach in by Bloodhunt, but again, XXX swats his hand away, and finally, both men lock up! Neither one can seem to find an advantage at the moment, straining hard, trying to maneuver the other around the ring, looking for an opening, but it's not there for either man. Finally, they break, and start circling the ring again.
DM: They don't want to do this too often, as you'd be surprised just how much an extended lock up can take out of you.
DT: Both guys are circling again, this time a little more slowly, trying to pick their spot, and there's another lock up. This time, XXX gets one up on Bloodhunt and gets him in an arm ringer. Bloodhunt looks for a way out, and quickly reverses into an arm wringer of his own. Bloodhunt adds a little torque, and he rings XXX's arm around another time, sending XXX flipping over and down to the mat! But XXX quickly nips up, kicks Bloodhunt in the guts, hooks his leg around the back of Bloodhunt's neck, flips over backwards, and reverses the arm wringer into one of his own, before turning the hold into a hammerlock!
The crowd cheers their approval as XXX cinches in the hammerlock.
DT: Duck underneath by Bloodhunt, and now he has his own hammerlock on XXX! Standing switch by XXX into his own hammerlock, and once again Bloodhunt ducks under and reverses! Bloodhunt lets go of the hammerlock and reaches in for a german suplex, throwing XXX over backwards, but XXX manages to land on his feet! He charges at Bloodhunt, looking for a clothesline to the back of the neck, but Bloodhunt heard him coming and ducked! Kick to the guts by XXX as Bloodhunt straightens up, and there's a drop toe hold by XXX, taking Bloodhunt down, and now XXX has him in a front facelock on the mat!
DM: That's a great sequence from both men. Neither one is really getting an advantage, but you can't blame them for trying.
DT: In the facelock now, Bloodhunt's fighting to get to his feet, and he lands a couple blows into XXX's guts. Bloodhunt shoves XXX off to the ropes, and XXX rebounds, landing a shoulderblock and knocking Bloodhunt down. XXX races to the ropes, rebounds as Bloodhunt gets up, and again knocks Bloodhunt down with a shoulder block. XXX hits the ropes again, rebounds as Bloodhunt starts to rise, but Bloodhunt hits the canvas again. XXX jumps over him and hits the ropes, as Bloodhunt rises, and Bloodhunt lowers the head for a backdrop. XXX leap frogs him, hits the opposite ropes, rebounds, but Bloodhunt takes him over with a monkey flip! But XXX lands on his feet! He hits the ropes again, rebounds, and this time it's Bloodhunt with the advantage as he slams XXX down with a spinebuster! I can barely call this match, these guys are moving so fast!
MN: Doesn't keep you from talking up the ladies as they run past you for fear you're going to molest them!
DT: ANNNNYYYYWAY... Bloodhunt up now, and hitting the ropes... BASEBALL SLIDE KICK TO THE FACE! Bloodhunt gets up, pulls XXX to his feet, and lands some SOLID Euro uppercuts that daze XXX and send him back to the ropes. Bloodhunt whips XXX to the far side, and XXX rebounds into a big clothesline. XXX is down, and Bloodhunt drops a knee across X's shoulder. Back to his feet, and he drops another knee into X's shoulder. A third!
DM: WHOA! Jujigatame, or cross arm lock applied here by Bloodhunt! He's going to break X's arm in short order if he doesn't tap!
DT: But wait! X just manged to roll over into a seated head scissors, then flip his body over onto Bloodhunt! He's got him pinned!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
DM: Smart maneuver from X, and now, he's rolling out of the ring to take a breather and try and shake some life back into his arm.
DT: WAIT A SECOND! BLOODHUNT THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A DIVE... WOW! X SAW HIM COMING AND NAILED HIM WITH A SUPERKICK!
A huge "OHHHHHHH" from the crowd fills the arena as X's boot smacks off of Bloodhunt's face. The EmpireTron view lights up to show a replay of the shot, and the entire crowd cringes again.
MN: I think Bloodhunt is going to be pooping Chiclets later! He should check to make sure he still has all his teeth!
Bloodhunt crumples to the floor in an awkward position, and X takes another few moments to work a few kinks out of his arm, before pulling Bloodhunt to his feet and Irish whipping him to into the ring post! Referee Rosenkrantz leans through the ropes to yell at both men to get back in the ring, then starts his ten count.
MN: Wow, I didn't know heads bounced that well. Bloodhunt came off that post at fifty miles an hour!
DT: X is now heeding the official's warning, and rolls Bloodhunt back into the ring, and slides in himself. He pulls Bloodhunt to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. X bounces off the near ropes, and leaps into the air with a FLYING FOREARM that just about knocks Bloodhunt's block off! Nip up by X, and he's showboating to the crowd, drawing some boos! Now X is pulling Bloodhunt up, and gets behind him... CRUSHES BLOODHUNT WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX. He dropped him pretty much right on his head! X pulls Bloodhunt up again... ANOTHER WICKED GERMAN, and I think Bloodhunt's lights are out! Here's X with a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO AND A HALF!
DM: Close, but not close enough!
DT: X is now pulling Bloodhunt back up.. what's he got in mind here? INVERTED PILEDRIVER and Bloodhunt's down on the back of his head again! Another cover by X!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO AND 3/4!
DT: Close but no cigar! X pulls Bloodhunt up one more time.. WAIT A MINUTE! SMALL PACKAGE BY BLOODHUNT!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...NO!!!
DT: Bloodhunt nearly stole this one right there! X BARELY kicked out! X is a little unhappy he got pulled into that, and he lands a couple of hideous boots to the back of Bloodhunt's head. X pulls Bloodhunt up, and plants him with a bodyslam. X now heading for the corner, climbing to the top... high risk maneuver coming up here... Bloodhunt slowly gets to his feet, turning around the ring, looking to see where X went... MISSILE DROPKICK from the top, WAIT!! HOLY MACKINAW! Bloodhunt just sidestepped X, grabbed him in almost a black hole slam position, and hit a spinning side backbreaker!! X is howling in pain, and Bloodhunt has a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DT: NO!!! NO WAY!! X's BACK SHOULD BE BROKEN, AND HE KICKED OUT!
MN: Holy... mackinaw?
DT: Shut it, Neels.
MN: Oooookaaayyy...
DT: Bloodhunt takes a moment to shake out the cobwebs, and then pulls X up... hooks in the arm... NICE brainbuster suplex that crashes X back to the canvas! But Bloodhunt's not done! He picks X back up... looking for another suplex maybe.... NO!
DM: SITOUT SUPLEX SLAM!! Perhaps more commonly known as Hayabusa's Falcon Arrow! Either way, X was just DRIVEN into the canvas! Here's a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO AND 9/10!
Bloodhunt covers X again!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO AND 9/10!
DM: Good idea by Bloodhunt here to try and wear out Triple X. But X3 is still in it enough to keep kicking out! Bloodhunt's going to need one more big flurry to put Triple X away!
DT: Once more, Bloodhunt pulls X to his feet, and what's he gonna do now? Standing headscissors... WHOA! HUUUUUGE PILEDRIVER, and X is all rolled up like a rug ready to be tossed in the dumpster! There's a cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DT: Bloodhunt has won this ma-WAIT!! NO! THE OFFICIAL SAYS TRIPLE X GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!!! UNBELIEVEABLE!!! Bloodhunt is already up celebrating his victory, but the official pulls his arm down, and points to X's foot still on the bottom rope! This match is going to continue! Bloodhunt pulls to his feet, and fires him into the corner. He starts unloading on X, interchanging chops and punches, really working X over... but WAIT! Triple X just grabbed Bloodhunt around the throat and tossed him back into the corner! Now it's Triple X unloading on Bloodhunt! Chops, punches, kicks.. .OOOH! There's a wicked headbutt! Rosenkrantz is making his count, but X won't stop! Rosenkrantz has to pull Triple X out of the corner off of Bloodhunt!
MN: Looks like Bloodhunt woke up the sleeping giant!
DT: Bloodhunt comes staggering out of the corner, met with a boot to the guts from X. SWINGING NECK BREAKER and Bloodhunt is down! X is heading for the top rope.... FRRRRROGGGG SPLAAAAASSSHHH!!! There's the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
DT: Triple X can't believe it, and neither can I! X NAILED that splash, but Bloodhunt reached deep down and kicked out! X, now a little frustrated, pulls Bloodhunt up... X-TERMINATOR COMING UP!! NO!! BLOODHUNT BAILS OUT! KICK TO THE GUTS BY BLOODHUNT! HEAD SHOT!! NO!! TRIPLE X BAILS OUT!! ROLL UP FROM BEHIND BY TRIPLE X!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE..
DT: NO! BLOODHUNT REVERSES THE ROLL UP!!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE..
DT: TRIPLE X TURNS HIM OVER INTO A SIT OUT PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...
DT: BLOODHUNT ROLLS TO THE SIDE AND REVERSES!
ONE!
TWO!
DT: CRADLE PIN BY X! WAIT! BOTH MEN'S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR... [SFX: Ring bell! DING! DING! DING!]
MN: What the hell? Who won the match? Who was pinned?
DM: It looks to me like both men had their shoulders down, but I don't think the official finished his count!
DT: Well, both men are up celebrating, and guys, this crowd's just buzzing! What a display by both men! Now they see the other, and they're simply standing in the middle of the ring staring each other down! Rosenkratz is talking to Tony Fatora, and we're going to get an announcement any second here! What a match!
DM: Looks like Fatora's ready!
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, official David Rosenkrantz has informed me that while both men had their shoulders pinned to the mat, he did not administer a three count, but the ring bell sounded because we have reached the time limit for this match! This result of this match is.... A TIME LIMIT DRAW!!
DT: A draw! Well, I guess that's a fitting end to the kind of match that these two put on for us tonight! There's no winner! No loser! These two simply wrestled their guts out! It looks as though we're going to need a rematch between these two! And I think they agree! They're just standing in the middle of the ring, ready to go right now!
DM: I can't wait until these two men face off against each other again. Give them an hour. Hell, give them all night!
DT: Well Bloodhunt has had enough of this as he just waves Triple X off and slides out of the ring, and he’s on his way up the ramp to a chorus of boos!
DM: He’s a man of business, Dave. That’s all it is to him.
DT: Meanwhile listen to the ovation for Sean Stevens!!
[Triple X celebrates on the turnbuckle, flashbulbs exploding.]
DT: What a contest! Triple X has won over the crowd for sure, if not the match and... hold ON a second! ICE TRE is back OUT here!
[Tre charges down the aisle, his crucifix swinging madly... he slides back in the ring, where Triple X is WAITING for him!]
MN: Sean Stevens, another entrant in the upcoming King of the Cage Tournament, another would-be TARGET of this GOON, Ice Tre!!
[Tre gets to his feet and--]
DT: SUPERKICK by TRIPLE X!!! SUPERKICK nearly takes Ice Tre's poor HEAD off!!
[Triple X leans over Tre - barks some words of warning to him and resumes his celebration, leaving Tre lying still on the mat.]
DT: And once AGAIN Ice Tre is sent packing!!
DM: Some kids never learn.