GHEORGHE: “NOOO! FOXX KICKS OUT!! HOW IN THE HELL DID SHE KICK OUT?!”
JIVE: “What the HELL does it take to put her down?!”
GHEORGHE: “Starr SLAPS the mat in frustration, and now she’s getting Foxx back to her feet… NO!! Foxx shoves her off, and she’s going at her with a flurry of blows!! FOXX IS FIGHTING BACK, and STARR is being muscled into the corner!! Foxx going for an IRISH WHIP—NO!! Reversed by Starr!! Foxx HITS the opposing turnbuckle and stumbles out… STRAIGHT INTO THE MOONSHOT!!”
JIVE: “SUPERKICK TO THE FACE!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!”
GHEORGHE: “Karla falls to the mat in exhaustion!! Foxx isn’t even moving, folks! This match has taken SO MUCH out of them, and STILL they continue fighting! But now Karla Starr is looking to finish it!! She’s going back to the turnbuckle! Up to the top rope! Foxx is laid out in the middle of the ring, and she looks like she’s in trouble, folks!!”
JIVE: “Oh, she’s in REAL trouble now!”
GHEORGHE: “The Women’s Champion is perched on the top rope… she poses for the fans!! She leaps off WITH THE MORNING STARR!! OOOOOOOHHH SSHIIIIIIITTTT SHE NAILED IT!!!!”
JIVE: “YEAH!! IT’S OVER!! NOBODY CAN SURVIVE THE TOP-ROPE MOONSAULT!!”
GHEORGHE: “The ref drops to his knees for the cover……………. ONE………….
JIVE: “THIS IS IT!!”
GHEORGHE: “TWO…………………”
JIVE: “And STILL your Women’s Champion…”
GHEORGHE: “THREE—NOOO, FOXX KICKS OUT!! SHE KICKS OUT OF THE MORNING STARR!!”
(The sound of Nick Jive falling out of his chair is barely audible over the explosion from the thousands of fans in attendance.)
GHEORGHE: “I DON’T BELIEVE IT, BUT I’M SEEING IT!! FOXX IS STILL IN THERE, FOLKS!! Now it’s KARLA STARR lying on her back, unable to BELIEVE this!! I can’t BELIEVE how much punishment these two have taken, and they still keep going!! WHAT A MATCH!!”
JIVE: “This… is just INSANE!! It’s giving me a goddamn HEART ATTACK!!”
GHEORGHE: “Starr slowly getting back to her feet, and Foxx is beginning to as well. Foxx goes into the corner to catch a breath while Starr rolls to the outside. What is she doing? She’s getting a CHAIR?!”
JIVE: “NOW it’s over!!”
GHEORGE: “She can’t bring that chair into the ring! That’s an illegal object!”
JIVE: “But she is, because she’s KARLA FUCKING STARR, and she’ll do whatever the HELL she wants!!”
GHEORGHE: “Starr enters the ring with the chair, but the ref tells her to get rid of it! Karla refuses, and now the ref is trying to pull it out of her hands, but she won’t give it up! Foxx, meanwhile, back on her feet in the corner!”
JIVE: “Idiot ref… does he know who he’s DEALING with?”
GHEORGHE: “Starr and the referee struggle over the chair… and now Starr puts her back to Foxx! Foxx chairs forward… BIG DROPKICK into the back of Karla Starr’s head!! OH MY GOD, STARR WAS DRIVEN INTO THE CHAIR, WHICH WAS DRIVEN INTO THE REFEREE!! STARR PUT DOWN THE REF!!”
JIVE: “Wrong. That was FOXX’S doing that put the ref down! She should be disqualified!!”
GHEORGHE: “If Karla hadn’t brought that chair in, it wouldn’t have been used on him! But hold that thought… Foxx is bringing Karla Starr back to her feet!! Sets her up with a DRILLING CRADLE PILEDRIVER ON THE CHAIR!! MY GOD, A DRILLING PILEDRIVER ON THE STEEL CHAIR!! KARLA STARR IS OUT!!”
JIVE: “WHAT?! No…”
GHEORGHE: “And now it’s FOXX scaling to the top rope!! And she’s getting herself into POSITION!!”
JIVE: “NO!!”
GHEORGHE: “A pose for the fans… VIXEN DIVE!! MY GOD, SHE NAILED KARLA STARR WITH THE VIXEN DIVE!! THIS ONE HAS GOT TO BE OVER!!!”
JIVE: “GODDAMNIT, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!”
GHEORGHE: “Foxx hooks the leg for the cover… BUT THE REF IS STILL OUT!! THERE’S NO ONE TO MAKE THE COUNT!!”
JIVE: “HA!! Bet she wishes she hadn’t done that now!”
GHEORGHE: “Foxx, fighting exhaustion and all the pain she’s going through, crawls over the referee to wake him up… and now she’s leaving Karla Starr to recover!!”
JIVE: “Come on, Karla, come on! Get up!”
GHEORGHE: “Starr is OUT of it, folks! She’s barely stirring on the mat! But I think the ref is in even WORSE shape! Foxx is trying hard to wake him up, but he doesn’t look too good! His nose appears to be broken, and he may need medical attention. Come to think of it, Foxx and Starr might need medical attention too…”
JIVE: “HA!! She’s coming back!”
GHEORGHE: “WHAT?! Oh no… Starr, SSSSLLOOOWWWWLLLYYY crawling to the ropes, and she’s getting back to her feet!! Foxx is still trying to revive the ref, and I think he’s awake, but his eyes are still glazed over!! He’s in another world!!”
JIVE: “The chair! THE CHAIR!!”
GHEORGHE: “Starr back on her feet, but VERY SHAKY!! It doesn’t look like she can stand for much longer!! And now she’s picking up that chair again! She’s going to go after Foxx while she’s got her back turned!!”
JIVE: “GET HER, KARLA!! PUT THAT BITCH DOWN!!”
GHEORGHE: “Karla has the chair in hand, and Foxx is none the wiser, and—OH MY GOD!! WHO IS THAT COMING DOWN THE RAMPWAY!!”
JIVE: “It’s… IT’S…!!”
GHEORGHE: “IT’S CAITLYN DAYMON!! CAITLYN DAYMON IS BACK!! OH MY GOD, SHE’S BACK!!”
JIVE: “NO!! SHE’S HERE TO STOP KARLA!! SOMEBODY, TRIP HER!!”
(Caitlyn Daymon is in the ring before anybody can react, and the crowd is going insane!! Karla Star, wobbly and hardly able to stand, holds the chair high over her head as she approaches Foxx from behind.)
GHEORGHE: “STARR DOESN’T SEE DAYMON BEHIND HER!! AND CAITLYN RIPS THE CHAIR OUT OF HER HANDS!!”
JIVE: “NO!! STOP HER!!”
GHEORGE: “Starr turns around AND SHE SEES CAITLYN DAYMON WITH THE CHAIR!! THESE FANS ARE GOING INSANE!! THE TWO NEMESES ARE IN THE RING FACE TO FACE AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS!!”
JIVE: “She better not do what I THINK SHE’S GONNA DO!!”
GHEORGHE: “Foxx is back on her feet, and now SHE sees Caitlyn Daymon coming to her aid! Starr is holding up her hands, BEGGING not to have her head smashed in!!”
JIVE: “NOOO!!”
GHEORGHE: “CAITLYN PULLS THE CHAIR BACK—”
(SFX: *CRACK*!! The audience “OOH’s” in surprise as Caitlyn swings the chair with full force, and to the amazement of everybody, FOXX hits the mat!)
GHEORGHE: “OH MY GOD!! GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN ALMIGHTY, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
JIVE: “SHE… SHE…”
GHEORGHE: “CAITLYN DAYMON TOOK OUT FOXX!! WHY IN THE HELL WOULD SHE DO THAT?!”
(The entire arena is in a state of shock as Foxx hits the mat like a ton of bricks. Caitlyn quickly walks past the stunned Karla Starr, who stands staring agape, and brings Foxx back to her feet.)
GHEORGHE: “What is she doing now?”
JIVE: “Wait, I thought… what the HELL?!”
GHEORGHE: “Oh no… Caitlyn sets up Foxx… DRILLS HER WITH AN INVERTEDD DDT ONTO THE CHAIRR!! JESUSS CHRISTT, I CAN’T BELIEVE ITT!!”
JIVE: “Good-NIGHT!! Damn, I never expected Caitlyn to be this cool!”
GHEORGHE: “This doesn’t make any sense! Caitlyn left NEW about a year ago on maternity leave, but she PROMISED she’d come back to get Karla Starr! What is the MEANING of this!?”
JIVE: “Obviously, Caitlyn’s had a change of heart. That, or maybe she just got a little wiser after pushing out the second-born…”
(Caitlyn shakes the groggy ref back to his senses and hops out of the ring, returning back up the ramp and ignoring the sounds of the audience. Karla Starr, meanwhile, takes advantage of the opportunity…)
GHEORGHE: “And now Starr is going back to work in the ring! My God, no… She’s scaling the top rope!! DON’T TELL ME—”
JIVE: “YES!! This one is for the RECORD BOOKS, Tom!!”
GHEORGHE: “STARR ON THE TOP ROPE… FOXX ISN’T MOVING… STARR GOES OFF WITH—”
JIVE: “MORNING STARR!! MORNING STARR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RINGG!!”
GHEORGHE: “NO, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!”
JIVE: “Starr hooks the leg for the cover… and the IDIOT REF is finally at it! Here’s the count!!”
GHEORGHE: “No…”
JIVE: “ONE………..”
GHEORGHE: “Not like this!!”
JIVE: “TWO……………”
GHEORGHE: “COME ON, FOXX!!”
JIVE: “TTTHHHHRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
(SFX: The bell rings. “Don’t Cha” begins to play as Karla falls off of Foxx and lays on the mat for several long moments breathing heavily. From the top of the ramp, Caitlyn Daymon watches this, and disappears.)
JACOBS: “Here is your winner… and STILL NEW ERA WRESTLING’S WOMEN’S CHAMPION……….. KARLA STARR!!!!!”
JIVE: “IT’S OVER!! KARLA STARR HAS DONE IT!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I TOLD YOU, GHEORGHE!! I TOLD YOU IT WAS INEVITABLE!!”
GHEORGHE: “Foxx was CHEATED out of that win! SHE HAD IT WON, DAMMNIT!!”
JIVE: “Well, she shouldn’t have hit the ref like that!”
GHEORGHE: “It was Karla bringing the chair in that put the ref down in the first place, you fool! And what was up with CAITLYN DAYMON!?”
JIVE: “Hmm, dunno. But do I care? There’s you champion in the ring! KARLA STARR!”
(Starr, unable to stand, is handed the Women’s Title. She rips her hand away from the ref as he tries to raise it and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp in a huff. Foxx is huddled into a ball in the middle of the mat, in obvious pain.)
GHEORGHE: “Ugh… folks, I’m just… SPEECHLESS. Although SICKENED is the more appropriate word. Foxx gave EVERYTHING in this match, and right now, I SHOULD be looking at a new Women’s Champion! But, as my partner Nick Jive has stated, Karla Starr retains, with the unexpected help from the returning Caitlyn Daymon.”
JIVE: “It would have been Karla any other way, Tom! Get over it!”
GHEORGHE: “This feud isn’t over… not by a long shot. And with Caitlyn Daymon’s return, who KNOWS what will happen!”
JIVE: “Three-way?”
GHEORGHE: “OH STOP IT! Let’s show you some footage that was shot earlier today before the pay per view started … let’s go to Jason Tripp who was with New ERA’s PRODIGY© Xtreme Champion, Chaos!”
(CUTTO: Backstage with Jason Tripp and Chaos. Chaos has a maniacal smile on his face as he pets the P©X Title on his shoulder. A “Recorded Earlier Tonight” message appears at the bottom.)
TRIPP: “Hello New ERA fans… Jason Tripp backstage. There has been a lot of hype about what the stipulations are for the P©X Title Match at BattleBRAWL 2 tonight .. Chaos has promised us something the wrestling world has never seen before and now I stand here with the man himself.”
(Chaos looks at Tripp and continues to smile.)
TRIPP: “Chaos, it's an hour before BattleBRAWL 2 and you told Larry Tact that this would be when the stipulations for your match would be announced.. Are you ready to tell us now?”
(Chaos looks back at the camera.)
CHAOS: “Jason Tripp... wrestling world... New ERA fans... yes, I am.”
(He points towards the camera.)
CHAOS: “Larry Tact... the time has come. Tonight... in Madison Square Garden... IN YOUR HOME TOWN!!!! Are you ready for this, Jason?”
TRIPP: “As ready as I’ll ever be…”
(Chaos laughs loudly.)
CHAOS: “Tonight, Larry Tact, we battle in the very first .. and probably last .. two-hundred and fifty Lighttube - Circus Death Match!”
TRIPP: “WHAT????”
GHEORGHE / JIVE (V/O): “WHAT??!”
(Chaos laughs again.)
CHAOS: “You heard me, Tripp. Laying on the ring mat... twenty five fluorescent glass tubes.. Taped to the ring will be one-hundred and twenty five more… and on four wooden tables around the ring will be stacks of twenty five on top of each one.”
(Tripp's mouth is wide open and he composes himself.)
TRIPP: “That's insane...”
(Chaos cuts him off.)
CHAOS: “Yeah, but that's not all, Jason. Above the ring will be a scaffold twelve feet high .. and two feet underneath that will be a barbed-wire spiderweb. That's the circus part, Larry.. but hell awaits you in that ring.”
(Chaos grabs the mic from Jason Tripp.)
CHAOS: “Larry Tact... it's never been done before and maybe never will again… Either way... I'm looking forward to this, Larry. I'm looking forward to making you bleed. This won't be a match for the squeamish. Women may faint and children might cry. Yet I can guarantee one thing..”
(He points angrily at the screen.)
CHAOS: “YOU WILL BLEED TONIGHT!!”
(Chaos shoves the mic back in Tripp's hand who holds it there still slightly stunned.. CUTTO: Back to ringside.)
JIVE: “WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?”
GHEORGHE: “A 250 Lighttube – Circus Death Match?! This is insanity! Chaos is turning the PRODIGY© Classic Xtreme division into a morticians dream!”
JIVE: “AND IT’s COMING UP NEXT?!”
GHEORGHE: “Oh God … here comes the lighttubes …”
(CUTTO: Tons of people bringing down fluorescent light tubes … a scaffold is beginning to be lowered from the rafters..)
