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Fade into a still black and white of Ken Cloverleaf on the top rope with Joe Average a first round match from the inaugural TEAM Invitational Tournament at the Savvis Center in St. Louis.
JESS CHAPEL V/O: The Upset. It's indelible mark on the world of sport has been felt every March during the NCAA Tournament. It has also touched our world. The epic feeling of shock, of euphoria, of letdown... it's what gets people talking around the water cooler. Two years ago, we saw one of the biggest in wrestling history...
The still photo comes alive...
MG: Mr. Cloverleaf going for the superpl... wait! WAIT A SECOND! Joe Average just reversed the superplex mid-air and turned it into a falling press! He's got a pin...
...one...
...but Cloverleaf kicks out emphatically! He's up with a vengeance and grabs Mr. Average by the hair. Hard whip off the ropes and a STIFF tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! A cover from Mr. Cloverleaf...
...one...
...two...
...but Mr. Average kicks out.
JB: That oughtta learn him to act up.
MG: Mr. Cloverleaf rips Average to his feet, and now he's taunting Mr. Average! This youngster is half-groggy, and Cloverleaf is laying into him like a drill sergeant... wait! Mr. Average just slapped him! Cloverleaf is enraged! He lays into Mr. Average with a vicious lariat, and now he's crowing to the crowd again.
JB: Hey, he's perfect, outstanding and he's letting every one of these greaseballs know it.
MG: And he's letting Average know it too, still berating him. Cloverleaf down to get Average, and... wait a second! Wait a second! Average just rolled him up! Just rolled him up! Two and... Cloverleaf kicks out! He's up and he's really ticked off now!
JB: Oh he's about to blow his top...
MG: Cloverleaf stomping furiously on Mr. Average. He has lost it.
JB: Hey, it's not his fault that this Average goon ain't goin' down easy.
MG: Mr. Average has got spunk, but he might not have a pulse after this. Mr. Cloverleaf still stomping on him, and now the ref is stepping in and separating.
JB: Hey, let him go! It reminds me of my days as a youth in da Bronx.
MG: Cloverleaf drags Average to his feet now. He has him in standing headscissors and... big powerbomb! Cloverleaf going for the cove... no, he's bending down to grab Mr. Average back to his feet again. Standing headscissors and...
JB: Hey, anudda powerbomb! He's really trying to take out the trash here.
MG: And now, he's surely going for a pi... no! He's lifting Mr. Average back to his feet again and... ANOTHER powerbomb! This is madness, is he covering now? Yes...
...one...
...two...
...thr... no? What the hell? Mr. Cloverleaf had the match won! What's he doing lifting Mr. Average's shoulders off the mat?
JB: Hey, I think he wants to make him tap!
MG: He's trying to punish that youngster. This is not right. Cloverleaf strutting around the ring like he's the cock of the walk. And now he's finally over to Mr. Average. He grabs one leg and smirks to the crowd.
JB: Oh, he's gonna make him squeal like a piggy! That reminds me, I gotta roast pork sandwich in the fridge backstage that I ain't finished yet.
MG: Thanks for sharing, Joey.
JB: Fugeddaboutit.
MG: Cloverleaf goes down to grab Mr. Average's other leg and... WAIT A SECOND! Joe Average just belted Ken Cloverleaf in the face with his boot! Cloverleaf stumbles back and now holding his face, comes forward. He rushes over, bent down to grab Mr. Average but Average rolls out of the way and rolls up Cloverleaf...
...one...
...two...
...THREE! THREE! THREE!
JB: NOOOOO!
[DING DING DING]
MG: I don't believe it! I can't believe it! Joe Average pulled it off! He pulled off the unthinkable first round upset!
The scene freezes on an incredulous Average, hands raised in victory.
JC V/O: The Upset. It happens here.
The scene fades to a white background with this printed in big, black numbering:
JESS CHAPEL V/O: The Upset. It's indelible mark on the world of sport has been felt every March during the NCAA Tournament. It has also touched our world. The epic feeling of shock, of euphoria, of letdown... it's what gets people talking around the water cooler. Two years ago, we saw one of the biggest in wrestling history...
The still photo comes alive...
MG: Mr. Cloverleaf going for the superpl... wait! WAIT A SECOND! Joe Average just reversed the superplex mid-air and turned it into a falling press! He's got a pin...
...one...
...but Cloverleaf kicks out emphatically! He's up with a vengeance and grabs Mr. Average by the hair. Hard whip off the ropes and a STIFF tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! A cover from Mr. Cloverleaf...
...one...
...two...
...but Mr. Average kicks out.
JB: That oughtta learn him to act up.
MG: Mr. Cloverleaf rips Average to his feet, and now he's taunting Mr. Average! This youngster is half-groggy, and Cloverleaf is laying into him like a drill sergeant... wait! Mr. Average just slapped him! Cloverleaf is enraged! He lays into Mr. Average with a vicious lariat, and now he's crowing to the crowd again.
JB: Hey, he's perfect, outstanding and he's letting every one of these greaseballs know it.
MG: And he's letting Average know it too, still berating him. Cloverleaf down to get Average, and... wait a second! Wait a second! Average just rolled him up! Just rolled him up! Two and... Cloverleaf kicks out! He's up and he's really ticked off now!
JB: Oh he's about to blow his top...
MG: Cloverleaf stomping furiously on Mr. Average. He has lost it.
JB: Hey, it's not his fault that this Average goon ain't goin' down easy.
MG: Mr. Average has got spunk, but he might not have a pulse after this. Mr. Cloverleaf still stomping on him, and now the ref is stepping in and separating.
JB: Hey, let him go! It reminds me of my days as a youth in da Bronx.
MG: Cloverleaf drags Average to his feet now. He has him in standing headscissors and... big powerbomb! Cloverleaf going for the cove... no, he's bending down to grab Mr. Average back to his feet again. Standing headscissors and...
JB: Hey, anudda powerbomb! He's really trying to take out the trash here.
MG: And now, he's surely going for a pi... no! He's lifting Mr. Average back to his feet again and... ANOTHER powerbomb! This is madness, is he covering now? Yes...
...one...
...two...
...thr... no? What the hell? Mr. Cloverleaf had the match won! What's he doing lifting Mr. Average's shoulders off the mat?
JB: Hey, I think he wants to make him tap!
MG: He's trying to punish that youngster. This is not right. Cloverleaf strutting around the ring like he's the cock of the walk. And now he's finally over to Mr. Average. He grabs one leg and smirks to the crowd.
JB: Oh, he's gonna make him squeal like a piggy! That reminds me, I gotta roast pork sandwich in the fridge backstage that I ain't finished yet.
MG: Thanks for sharing, Joey.
JB: Fugeddaboutit.
MG: Cloverleaf goes down to grab Mr. Average's other leg and... WAIT A SECOND! Joe Average just belted Ken Cloverleaf in the face with his boot! Cloverleaf stumbles back and now holding his face, comes forward. He rushes over, bent down to grab Mr. Average but Average rolls out of the way and rolls up Cloverleaf...
...one...
...two...
...THREE! THREE! THREE!
JB: NOOOOO!
[DING DING DING]
MG: I don't believe it! I can't believe it! Joe Average pulled it off! He pulled off the unthinkable first round upset!
The scene freezes on an incredulous Average, hands raised in victory.
JC V/O: The Upset. It happens here.
The scene fades to a white background with this printed in big, black numbering:
2/15/08