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MN: And what you’ll be seeing at the end of this match is this talented tag team standing over your veteran and your young up and comer.
DT: It’s certainly a bold prediction, but one that you must respect as Blitz knows what those tag team titles are all about.
MN: And it’s also a prediction that’s going to be proven right.
[Blitz enters the ring and simply goes over some strategy as they wait on their opponents.]
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DT: Well, if I had to make a prediction, I would say that this young man here is really going to show us something here tonight.
MN: What kind of prediction is that?
DT: It’s an impartial one. It’s something you should try to do for your career.
MN: That’s idiotic.
DT: But what you’re supposed to do.
MN: Please. Dan Ryan pays me to sit here and refute any of the stupid ideas that you try to propose.
DM: Guys, I hate to break this up, but I see The Sergeant and Erin Flanagan, but am I just missing James Irish?
DT: Now that you mention it, Dean, I don’t see James either.
MN: Probably just his way of getting his own cheap pop. Mad Genius of Wrestling my ass…
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DT: Guys, any idea where James Irish is?
DM: No clue, Dave. This is very uncharacteristic.
DT: And it doesn’t look like Sarge has any idea what’s going on either. He may have to go at this one alone.
[DING DING DING]
DM: It definitely looks that way, Dave. The referee just called for the bell!
DT: Sarge climbs into the ring reluctantly here. He’ll be starting off against Max. The two encircle each other as they charge to the center of the ring and lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Max easily gets the advantage here as he presses Sarge right into the corner. The ref calls for the break…
DM: But Max doesn’t give it to him as he slaps down right on Sarge’s chest with that open right hand!
DT: Certainly not a clean break by Max as he now pulls Sarge out of the corner and backs him into the ropes. There’s an Irish whip…
DM: Big powerslam by Max! He’s going to hold for a pin already!
1…
2…
Kickout by Sarge!
DT: Max pulls Sarge back up and now pulls him over to the corner. There’s a tag to Jecht as the “bigger” member of Blitz enters the ring. Max with an arm wrench…
DM: And Jecht comes through with a big elbow across that already wrenched arm! Nice tag team wrestling there by the former champions.
DT: Jecht quickly grabs the pain-filled Sarge and whips him into the corner HARD! And now Jecht follows him in with a big clothesline!
DM: Look out! He’s not done yet! Jecht now lifts up Sarge for a snake eyes across that top turnbuckle!
DT: Sarge is really taking a beating here.
MN: And you thought I was crazy for picking Blitz to win this match.
DT: Neels, this would be a totally different match if it was a tag team match, but this is a damn handicap match! James Irish is nowhere to be found!
MN: Regardless, Blitz is looking pretty strong here.
DT: I can’t disagree there. Jecht is still taking control here as he’s lifted Sarge back onto his shoulder again. What’s he going to do now?
DM: Running powerslam! NO! Sarge managed to slip out! Jecht looks around for his opponent…
DT: Kick to the midsection! DDT by The Sergeant! Max charges into the ring…
DM: Arm drag! Max quickly hops up and charges Sarge… but there’s another arm drag!
DT: I’m not sure where this offense is coming from, but this is very admirable from Sarge here!
MN: Admirable or not, it won’t last long.
DT: Sarge certainly looks primed here. I’m not sure if I would agree with you there, Neels. He’s waiting for Max to get back up here…
DM: Oh my! Jecht just snuck up behind the unknowing Sarge and caught him with a big full nelson slam!
DT: Jecht now stumbles to the corner where Max has made his way back to the apron. And there’s a tag! Max enters the match again as Sarge tries to pull himself off the mat. Max scoops him up…
DM: Big backbreaker there by Max! He goes for the pin…
1…
2…
Kickout by Sarge!
DT: There’s still a lot of fight in this little guy. He’s outweighed by almost four hundred pounds here and he’s still doing all he can to fight back and stay alive here.
DM: Max is refusing to slow down though as he pulls Sarge right back up.
DT: Max now locks Sarge in a front face lock. He looks for a vertical suplex… but Sarge blocks it! Max heaves again…
DM: And Sarge reverses it into an inside cradle!
1…
2…
Kickout!
DT: Max quickly back to his feet here. He swings a clothesline at Sarge, but Sarge ducks the blow. He quickly bounces off the near ropes…
DM: Spear! Sarge just broke Max in half with that spear!
DT: Jecht quickly enters the ring! He charges Sarge…
DM: Double leg take down! And now look at Sarge throwing those right hands into Jecht! He is putting it all on the line here!
DT: Uh oh! Sarge was so into tearing apart Jecht that he forgot about Max, who is now picking him up like he’s a child! Sarge is trying to fight out of it…
DM: Oh my! What a powerbomb by Max! I didn’t even think he had the leverage to perform that, but somehow, he managed to send The Sergeant crashing to the canvas!
DT: Max does not look happy now as he tries to snap Jecht back into this match. He helps his partner up.
DM: Uh oh. Jecht is pulling Sarge up and onto his shoulders.
DT: This isn’t good. Max is climbing the ropes. This could be the Blitzkrieg here. Max gets to the top rope…
DM: What the?!?! It’s James Irish! He’s making his way down the ramp!
DT: And Max sees him! He quickly turns to face Irish, who is almost at the ring. Max leaps off at him…
DM: But Irish catches him with a fist to the midsection! Max hits the concrete HARD!
DT: And look back in the ring! Sarge is throwing right hands into Jecht’s head as he tries to get the three hundred and fifty pounder to drop him! And he gets free! Jecht turns to find Sarge…
DM: Superkick! Sarge just sent the big man over like a chopped tree!
DT: Back on the outside, James Irish is really taking it to Max! Listen to these fans!
MN: What did I tell you? Anything for a cheap pop.
DT: I don’t think that was it at all, Neels. Something obviously held up James Irish, but he’s making up for it now. He pulls Max up and hooks him in a front face lock. He could be looking for a fisherman’s suplex here…
DM: But Max slips out! Max now kicks Irish in the midsection…
DT: Oh my God! Max just sent James Irish CRUNCHING to the floor with a powerbomb on that concrete! Irish has to be out cold!
DM: We’re going to need some medical help out here.
DT: Look out, it seems as though the fortunes have turned on the Sergeant as well. He was looking for an Irish whip, but Jecht reversed it and sent Sarge crashing into the corner right before catching him with a clothesline! Sarge now staggers out of the corner…
DM: Jecht Shot! That fallaway sleeper hold!
DT: And now Max is rolling Irish into the ring! He instructs Jecht to lift him up. NO! Don’t do this!
MN: Now who’s right, Thomas?
DT: Jecht lifts Irish up onto his shoulders as Max scales the ropes…
DM: Blitzkrieg! Irish is down on the mat! Jecht makes the cover…
1…
2…
3!!!
TF: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners… Max and Jecht… BLITZ!
DT: Well, the Sarge gave it his all here and James Irish tried to come down for the save, but it was too late. Blitz picks up the win and gets a shot at the tag team champions.
MN: And let’s not forget Mike Neely, who also picked up a win and ever-so-gracefully, shoved it in the face of Dave Thomas.
DT: Get over yourself, Neels. Folks, there’s more Wrestleverse on the way. The action has only just begun!
“Karl, wait!”
Brown turned at the familiar voice. He was slightly irritated, because the sound of her voice had just penetrated through his focus on the upcoming title defence. He was preparing to become the first man in the history of Empire Pro Wrestling to have successfully held onto the Intercontinental Championship at the end of three successive pay per view events, and, despite what he’d been saying in the build-up to the match, he knew that Steven Shane would not be easy to beat a third time. “What is it?”
“I was thinking I’d return the favour.”
“What favour?”
“From earlier tonight, remember? I'm comin with ya!”
A wide grin crossed her face. She was really quite worried he'd turn her down, but she wasn't going to show it. Even if he did she'd find a way to run out at the last minute when he couldn't say anything. He'd appreciate it in the end.
"If I said no, you'd follow me anyways, wouldn't you?" he sighed, continuing his walk to the gorilla position.
"Yup."
"Fine," he said. "Do you want to switch into a double hotel room whilst you're at it too?"
She cocked an eyebrow in surprise.
"I think I'll stick with the room I got, thanks. You started this so it's only fair that I do the same. Feel free to take the bill for my room though." That got a bit of a laugh from her.
"Yeah, yeah," he was almost at the entrance way. "OK, come on."