"Hello everyone and welcome to the Nightmare Wrestling Foundation... My name is Lionel Thetyme, and with me this week is Otis 'Old Man' Cobb..."
"Hyeh HEE! Hey there all you whippersnappers! We're gonna see some OLD FASHIONED FIGHTS here tonight, and I couldn't be happier..."
"That's right, Otis... And the first match is going to be the Mexican Sensation - Blue Manta going for a win against The D.I. Should be quite a contrast as the luchadore pits his high flying against D.I.'s superb martial arts..."
"And here comes the Mexican... Hey, he sure is a little fella ain't he? Maybe he should've brought some of his family with him to help..."
"Otis..."
"After all, with forty or fifty of 'em under one roof, they'd be glad to get outside anyway...."
"OTIS!"
"What?"
"Sheesh.... And with Manta in the ring, we now have The D.I. marching down the aisle to the Marine Corps Theme..."
"SEMPER FI! DO OR DIE!"
"Rah. Rah. Rah."
"Show some RESPECT, you PUNK BASTID..."
"And now with D.I. in the ring, the referee calls for the starting bell... Manta charges D.I., but the old codger uses his size advantage to give the luchadore a scoop and a slam... Manta quickly gets to his feet as D.I. moves to follow up, and takes the old fella down with a back heel trip... Both men get to their feet and being to exchange shots in the center of the ring..."
"Manta has to be out of his mind to try to mix it up with D.I.... D.I. goes for a front kick, but -Hey!- the little bastid gets off a dragon screw leg-whip that takes D.I. to the mat! D.I. gets to his feet, and the little bastid takes him down AGAIN with a leg-scissor! He hauls D.I. to a vertical base, and gives him the Irish Whip as he takes off to the other side of the ring for momentum... Manta goes for a lariat! D.I. ducks! Now D.I. gives Manta the whip... Deep armdrag takes the little fella over! D.I. pulls him to a vertical base, and gives the little fella another Irish Whip... REVERSAL! D.I. comes off the ropes, and the Mex takes him down in a drop-toe hold! Get UP!"
"What the? D.I. somehow tangles Manta up... Manta goes down... D.I. hooks Manta's leg and arches back... Inverted SURFBOARD? From HIM? He starts to grind on the hold, stressing Manta's much smaller frame, AND forcing Manta to support BOTH of their weight! Whew... Lucky for Manta that he's close enough to the ropes to force a break... D.I. hauls Manta to a vertical base and goes for a suplex... Manta REVERSES and sends D.I. CRASHING to the mat! Both men get to their feet, and as Manta starts in, D.I. LEVELS the Mexican Sensation with a backhand chop! He pulls Manta up, and gives him ANOTHER chop! And ANOTHER! And ANOTHER! Ye GODS, am I seeing D.I. climb the TURNBUCKLE? ELBOW DROP! NOBODY HOME! Manta now pulls D.I. to his feet, and goes for a waistlock... D.I. slips the hold, and vises the Manta in a side headlock... BULLDOG?!?"
"Hyeh HEE! D.I. pulls the little fella back up and -Hey!- Manta kicks him one in the belly, and ties up the old devildog in a front chancery... Elbows D.I. to the back, sending the man to the mat, and Manta gives him a double foot stomp! D.I. leaps to his feet in a rage at this disrespect, and peppers the little fella with a flurry of rights and lefts! D.I. grabs the Mex in a rear waistlock - maybe for a suplex..."
"But Manta frees himself with a CRISP back elbow... The luchadore wheels around to face D.I., and takes him over in a belly-to-belly suplex! Both men are a little slow to get up, but D.I. makes it up first, and DROPS the luchadore in a Side Suplex! D.I. rolls to his feet with astonishing quickness, and ROCKS the rising Manta with a barrage of lightning fast punches to the head! Manta in serious trouble here, Otis..."
"Who cares? GET HIM! That's it! Spinning heel kick from the D.I. sends the Manta to the mat in a heap, and D.I. drags him out of the corner for some elbow room... He sits on the kid's chest and starts WHALING on him! Hut, two, three! Hut, two, three! The kid manages to push D.I. off him after absorbing NUMEROUS smacks, but he sways a little as he rises to his feet.. D.I., sensing opportunity, puts the grab on the little fella and -POW!- Jumping Piledriver! The kid's REALLY in trouble now, as the old leatherneck slaps him into an inverted Figure Four!"
"D.I. grinds the hold and the referee approaches, trying to see if the luchadore is ready to tap, but Manta REFUSES! He's been in that hold for over thirty seconds, and he WON'T TAP! He's struggling to reach the ropes... Reaching.... Reaching... He MAKES it! The referee calls for the break - and D.I. thinks he's won! He raises his arms in celebration... OOOO! And Manta dumps him on his face with a flying ankle scissors! D.I. rolls to his feet, though, and Manta tries for a Superkick... D.I. blocks! Manta changes gears and goes for a body scissors... Turns the Marine over... Pinning combination! 1... Only ONE as D.I. kicks out with AUTHORITY! Manta rolls to his feet and comes at the still rising D.I. with a front kick... But D.I. reverses it into his OWN Dragon Screw Legwhip, and Manta goes down hard!"
"REMEMBER THE ALAMO!"
"I'm sure you do... OUCH!"
"Watch those smartass comments, boy... D.I. straddles the Mex again, and serves up some MORE Humble Pie with a deluge of rights and lefts... The plucky Mex covers up as best he can, and after having a couple dozen servings, manages to push the old Dog away and get shakily to his feet... They lock it up, and Manta cracks D.I. with a reverse knife-edge... D.I. returns fire with a WICKED kneelift to the midsection that sends the little fella back to the mat... D.I. picks him up, and gives him ANOTHER Spinning Heel Kick! Manta staggers back, and D.I. follows up with a windmill sweep that sends the luchadore flying!"
"D.I. looking in control of this matchup as he climbs the turnbuckle... He leaps... FIST DROP! CONNECTS! He starts to go for that inverted surfboard again, but sees he's too close to the ropes... D.I. backs up and lets Manta use his own energy to rise... The referee looks concerned, but Manta refuses to quit... He turns to face D.I.... OOOOO! Three-Step Superkick from the D.I. drops Manta in his tracks! D.I. pulls the luchadore to his feet, and applies a waistlock... What the? Diving Somersault Kick from Manta frees him, and sends D.I. into the corner!"
"Manta rolls to his feet and charges D.I. - but D.I. gives him a boot coming in and the Luchadore staggers back... D.I. grabs him... POWERBOMB! Manta hits the mat like a tiddlywink... D.I. walks over and gives the little fella a kick to the leg... Now he drops the elbow! CONNECTS! Pulls the kid up again, and gives him the Irish Whip... Flying Shoulder Tackle from D.I.! Both men pull themselves up, and now they start exchanging shots... D.I. backs Manta up with a forearm, but Manta -POW- cracks him one with an Inside Crescent Kick, and the leatherneck hits the mat!"
"Manta leaps to the top turnbuckle... Can it be? YES! ESTRELLA DE MANTA! CONNECTS! 1.... 2.... D.I. KICKS OUT!?!? Manta seems stunned, but takes the big marine down in a Sunset Flip.... 1.... 2.... ONLY TWO!"
"Hyeh HEE! Shows ya how tough us old Marines are, eh sonny? The Mex takes a page from D.I. book and applies a reverse figure-four... But D.I. slips it, and delivers a boot to the can on the kid that sends him into the corner... D.I. sits the little fella on the top, and climbs up after him.... TAPS! PILEDRIVER from the turnbuckle, and Manta hits that mat like Halley's Comet! D.I. turns him over... 1.... 2.... 3...! Hyeh HEE!"
"Astonishing win from D.I., Otis... No doubt helped along by a hundred pound weight advantage..."
"You SHUT YOUR HOLE, PUNK. A win's a win, ain't it? Who's up next?"
"Mike Wheeler faces off against newcomer, Big Matty Gookis... And Mike comes down the aisle now as Alice Cooper regales us with 'No More Mr. Nice-guy', and Otis, Mike looks ENRAGED."
"Well, according to this, it seems that Gookis fella has been... Is this right? WIPING OUT the Wheeler family?"
"Unfortunately so, Otis... ANOTHER maniac killer joins the ranks of the NWF..."
"Well, let's see the boy... What's that music?"
"Europe's 'The Final Countdown', Otis..."
"Hmmm... And here comes the guy now... JEHOSAPHAT! That's a MAN?"
"Yes, Otis..."
"Just ONE?"
"Yes, Otis..."
"My condolences to the Wheeler family, Lionel, but I REALLY don't think that Mike is gonna get much revenge against something like THIS... Is he carrying a PARKING METER?"
"Yes, Otis... Complete with most of the curb it was set in..."
"What the hell is he gonna do with THAT?"
"Use it for a hammer..."
"HOLY SHYTE!"
"Exactly... And now Gookis enters the ring, and Mike charges him - raining fury on the gigantic Gookis... BMG spins around to face Wheeler, and knocks the man from Pittsburg ACROSS THE RING! Wheeler tries to get to his feet, but BMG is on him in two strides... He grabs the stunned Wheeler on either side of the head with his opposite hand... He lifts Mike as he steps back and pivots... GEEZE! He yanks Mike up and over his head as he uncrosses his arms, and DRIVES him onto the mat head first! Wheeler obviously out of it, but BMG hauls him to a vertical base and wraps a big hand around Mike's head... Some sort of Iron Claw, I guess..."
"HOLY SHYTE! Gookis just stuck his thumb through Wheeler's eye socket like it was a BOWLING BALL, and Wheeler starts shrieking in pain and impotent rage... Gookis LIFT him by his grisly handle, and DRIVES him into the mat in some sort of modified chokeslam... And he picks him back up! Great SCOTT, what are we seeing here? And Gookis SLAMS Wheeler to the mat by his head AGAIN, and he STILL isn't done... Wheeler kicking like a fish on a hook, and Gookis SLAMS him down again! There's some sort of crunching sound on that third one, and the colossus snatches the limp body of Wheeler up AND THROWS IT INTO THE SIXTH ROW! JESUS, MARY AND JOSEPH! The fans scatter, luckily, but Wheeler hits the seats like a bloody plow and folding chairs fly everywhere!"
"The referee stands there complete thunderstruck by the sheer brutality of Wheeler's demise... What the? Gookis is telling the referee to count Wheeler out? Is he NUTS? Wheeler's DEAD, and Gookis wants the referee to declare him winner by COUNTOUT? The referee is trying to keep from vomiting as he complies with Gookis' wishes... Gookis wins by count out, and the ref declares this match finished... And pukes..."
"Well, once that... MASTODON gets out of here, we'll have the emergencty staff remove Wheeler's remains... If this wasn't the NWF, fans, you wouldn't see that kind of match... ARE YOU HAPPY? CHOKE ON IT, YOU BLOODTHIRSTY SONS OF....."
"OTIS! Compose yourself!"
"I... I'm sorry... Uh, what's the next match?"
"Tiger goes against En Fuego... This should be quite an aerial duel as both men are known for their high-flying offense... And with his traditional rise in the temperature, En Fuego stalks to the ring followed closely by the Lovely Lady Lava... Fuego and Tiger have had some harsh words for each other, Otis, so this should be a fine match-up..."
"And with En Fuego in the ring, Tiger comes down the aisle slapping five with the fans as is his custom... Fuego looks like he's chomping at the bit for a piece of Tiger's hide, and Tiger looks just as anxious to mix it up with Fuego as he enters the ring..."
"The referee calls for the starting bell, and the two cruisers lock horns in the middle of the ring... Fuego takes the first shot as he drops Tiger with a spin kick, but as he moves to capitalize, Tiger takes HIM down with a foot sweep... Both men roll to their feet quickly, though, and Fuego goes for a piston-leg kick to Tiger's midsection... But Tiger counters with a quick Dragon Screw, and both men bounce to their feet..."
"They go for a lock-up, and Fuego gets Tiger in a front chancery... With a shift of his hip, he spins Tiger completely around, and NAILS him with an overhand left! Tiger backs up a little from that shot, and Fuego follows up with a FRONT FACE DDT! Tiger hits the mat like a dart, and Fuego drops a leg on the back of his head!"
"Tiger's a pretty tough customer, though, Otis. He shoves En Fuego back to give himself some room, and catches the luchadore charging in with a belly-to-belly suplex! Tiger drops a spinning elbow on Fuego, and CONNECTS right in the center of the luchadore's chest... En Fuego responds by bringing both knees into the side of Tiger's skull... Tiger rolls off from the hit, and both men get to their feet..."
"Now they start circling each other, and every so often one of them gets off a kick to the midsection on the other... Tiger goes for a waistlock, but Fuego counters with a standing switch and shoves Tiger a step forward -POW!- and kicks him right in the lower back! Tiger staggers, and Fuego executes a rolling cradle... Pinning combo... 1.... Tiger kicks out at one! These two are really in there mixing it up, sonny..."
"Both men are VERY competitive, Otis... En Fuego starts in on Tiger again, and Tiger backs him up with a Double Mule Kick from the mat... Tiger now on his feet, and they go for a collar and elbow tieup... OOOO! Tiger knocks Fuego to the mat with a series of powerful kneelifts and he punctuates that with an elbow drop to the luchadore's left thigh... Tiger hauls Fuego back to his feet, but Fuego with a burst of adrenaline manages to throw Tiger to the ropes... En Fuego comes off the other side... He goes for a Flying Hammer Knackle! Tiger dives under the luchadore's leaping attack, and Fuego goes sprawling to the mat as Tiger rolls to his feet... He grabs Fuego by the ankle and RAMS the point of the luchadore's knee into the mat like a pogo-stick..."
"Now Tiger seems to have the upper hand, and he brings the little fella up in a side headlock... Grinds the hold a couple times, and rolls right... Tiger SPIN! Tiger pirouettes across Fuego and uses the momentum to bring him down in a leg-scissor... Tiger obviously wanting to slow the little fella down a smidge, as he drops a knee across Fuego's calf.. He hauls Fuego to a vertical base, but the plucky Mexican gives him a boot to the chest, and turns the Tiger upside down for a Tombstone Piledriver... What the? Tiger counters! Ankle scissors! FUEGO goes flying! He hauls the luchadore up again, and it looks like he's gonna do that jumping back-brain kick... Fuego shoulder blocks Tiger to the mat before he can gauge the range, though..."
"Fuego quickly yanks Tiger back up, and turns him over for another Tombstone attempt... OOOO! Tiger hits the mat like a tent spike! Fuego goes for the cover... 1.... 2.... Tiger kicks out, but hangs on to the little fella... Kata Hajime! Tiger really wraps the legs around the luchadore, but Fuego refuses to quit... He's trying to pivot... He makes it to the ropes, and the referee calls for the break... Both men get to their feet, and Tiger backs Fuego up with a stiff forearm... Tiger goes for a shortarm clothesline, but the luchadore ducks it and yanks Tiger's arm across his shoulder... Tiger goes down to one knee from that vicious attack, and Fuego shoves him ove and applies a Single Leg Grapevine... The referee approaches, but Tiger also adamantly refuses to tap, and manages to kick En Fuego off him with his free leg... These men are so evenly matched it's amazing, Otis..."
"Both of them manage to get to their feet, but Tiger takes Fuego down with a back heel trip that he parlays into a somersault senton! Fuego responds with a scissors kick to Tiger's knee that sends him to the mat... Fuego leaps to the top turnbuckle... Jumps... DOUBLE KNEE DROP to Tiger's back and shoulders... Fuego follows it up with an ankle lock submission... Tiger pushes up - cancelling the leverage - and rolls right, sending Fuego to the mat in a modified Ankle Scissors... Tiger sits Fuego up... AND DROPKICKS HIM in the back of the head! Tiger starts to pick Fuego up, but the luchadore leaps, and scissors Tiger around the arm... Momentum takes over, and Tiger is flipped to the mat in a cross arm breaker..."
"Tiger manages to get to the ropes though, and En Fuego releases the hold... Fuego's up first, and he takes off for the opposite ropes... He comes off the ropes full tilt, trying for that flying hammer knackle he used so well against Gas Chamber in their tag match... OOOO! Tiger counters with a superkick that catches Fuego right in the chest in midair! Tiger goes to the top... Jumps... Shooting Star Leg Drop across the back of the luchadore's head! Tiger goes for the cover... 1.... 2.... Fuego kicks OUT at TWO! How much more punishment can these two put each other through, Otis?"
"I dunno, sonny... Tiger hauls Fuego to his feet, and applies a waistlock... Fuego trying to elbow his way free... He does... Grabs Tiger by the head and BULLDOGS him! All that stuff he's taken, and he's still fiesty... He hauls Tiger up, and softens him with a couple kicks to the chest... Tiger back up into the ropes, and Fuego gives him the Irish Whip... Tiger comes off... HURACUNRANA from Fuego, and Tiger goes down HARD! Fuego feeling the rush of adrenaline, hauls Tiger back up and CRACKS him with a pinwheel diving heel kick! Tiger responds with an Axe Kick to Fuego's shoulder, and Fuego - now on one knee - catches Tiger under the chin with a Battering Ram! Hoo... Top of the head's the hardest part of the body, y'know, so Tiger's probably seeing stars from that desperation move from Fuego..."
"Tiger slowly getting to his feet, trying to shake off the cobwebs... Fuego charges... FLYING HAMMER KNACKLE sends Tiger to the mat again... Fuego drops an elbow... CONNECTS... The crowd is on its feet! Fuego brings Tiger up in a hanging vertical suplex... BACKDRAFT! Tiger crashes to the mat, and Fuego hooks the leg! 1.... 2.... 3....! Fuego takes it! What a match! En Fuego helps the stunned Tiger back to his feet, and the two gladiators shake hands! What sportsmanship! The NWF could USE a few more good men like these - instead of the MONSTERS we usually get..."
"Speaking of which, sonny.... We got a match coming up between Gas Chamber and Azmodeis... Azmodeis actually stopped his fellow Dark Star Bobo Fiendish from putting an end to that slimy pinko Stalingrad, and Bobo swore the Dark Stars would never rest as long as Azmodeis has around... Gas Chamber is the first step in the long gauntlet of matches Azmo faces... And as Gas Chamber strides to the ring, you can see from here that Azmodeis is gonna have BIG trouble TAKING that first step..."
"And with GC in the ring, Azmodeis struts down the aisle like the Peacock King... He takes off his cape on the outside and rolls into the ring... The referee calls for the bell and GC wastes no time in scooping Azmodeis up for a high angle slam... He quickly stomps Azmodeis in the chest, and hauls Azmodeis to a vertical base... ARM DRAG from Azmodeis sends GC to the corner on his back... Azmodeis tries for a stomp of his own, but GC catches his leg and pulls him headfirst into the turnbuckle! Azmodeis staggers back, and the two of them go at it toe-to-toe, exchanging a deluge of rights, lefts and kneelifts... GC tries a short-arm clothesline, but Azmodeis takes him down with a single arm DDT! He pulls GC up and goes for a running forearm, but GC counters with a belly-to-belly suplex! Azmodeis goes sprawling to the outside! GC goes out after him, and Azmodeis clamps on a side headlock... But GC counters with a side suplex on the arena floor! GC rolls Azmo back inside, and rolls in after him... He picks Azmo up, and tries for a suplex... BLOCKED... REVERSED! GC goes headfirst to the floor!"
"That's gonna leave a mark, sonny... Azmo tries to catch a breather while GC is on the outside, but GC's VERY tough, and he rolls right back inside... Azmodeis can't believe it... He gives GC the Irish Whip, and ducks low for a backdrop... GC puts the brakes on, though, and gutwrenches Azmodeis up... RUNNING TIGER BOMB! He holds Azmo down for a pin... 1.... 2... Azmodeis kicks out at two! Now it's CHAMBER's turn to be astounded, as Azmo leaps to his feet... He leaps again! CORKSCREW FLYING BACK BRAIN KICK! GC goes down in the corner like a rootless tree in a hurricane... Azmodeis drags GC out of the corner, and attempts a figure four... GC kicks free before Azmo can lock his legs, and both men scramble quickly to their feet... They circle each other, and go for a collar and elbow tie-up... GC showing a strength advantage, here, and starts to push Azmo back..."
"Azmodeis utilizing his exceptional counter wrestling skills here, and uses GC's own strength to toss him to the mat in a monkey flip! Azmo quickly seizing the opportunity, and applies a side arm twist to the prone GC... GC gets his legs under himself, relieving the pressure, and lunges his weight backwards to crush Azmo beneath him... Azmodeis is lifted to a vertical base by GC, and GC slaps him in a full nelson... Lifts... DRAGON SUPLEX! Azmodeis is dumped on his head, and GC bridges... 1.... 2.... Only TWO! GC yanks Azmodeis back upright, and cinches on a waistlock... Azmodeis executes a standing switch, and clamps Chamber in a full nelson... Lifts... DEMON RAGE from Azmo, and GC is dropped face first in a full nelson with Azmodeis on top of him! Azmodeis turns him over, and goes for a Majispral Cradle... 1.... 2.... So CLOSE! Azmodeis yanks GC upright and Irish Whips him to the ropes... REVERSAL... Azmodeis comes off the ropes, but they clash heads and BOTH go down... The referee is making the count.... 1... 2... 3... 4... BOTH men get up at four!"
"These two are really going at it hammer and tongs sonny... GC comes at Azmodeis, but Azmodeis counters him with a Jawbreaker! Gas Chamber staggers back... And Azmodeis BREATHES FIRE in the Gas Man's face! Gas Chamber staggers back, and Azmodeis charges... But GC counters with a reverse atomic drop! Azmodeis staggers into the ropes, and GC whips him to the other side... GC with the GIANT BOOT! Azmodeis COUNTERS with a baseball slide to GC's standing leg, and Chamber goes down in a heap! Azmodeis grabs GC by the legs... There's the Lion Tamer Crab! GC trying to power free, but Azmodeis steps back... DROPS... Scissors GC's head to complete the ETERNAL DAMNATION! The referee checks GC, but GC won't tap... Azmodeis pulls back harder, but STILL GC refuses... Azmodeis cranks the hold again... GC TAPS! My GOD! Azmodeis has beaten Gas Chamber, and the first step has been taken! Cry HAVOC, and release the dogs of war! Azmodeis rolls out of the ring, and basks in his triumph... A VERY hard fought win against Gas Chamber..."
"And as Azmodeis leaves the area, and GC starts the slow walk to the back, we'll have the crew set up the scaffold for the next match... Asylum versus Phil... These two have quite a history, Otis... Phil took a brutal beating at what we THOUGHT was Cedric Lett, but was really Stalingrad in disguise... Phil has since... changed... And with the REAL Asylum in the NWF, Lett intends to show Phil what the REAL THING can put him through... This has the makings of a VERY intense battle, as these two will fight it out on the SCAFFOLD! First man to hit the mat - sixteen feet below - loses... And Phil comes out first, blowing kisses to some of the... male fans here tonight..."
"Ewwww...."
"OTIS!"
"Ahem. And now Asylum marches to the ring, and without a word climbs to the scaffold... Apparently, Lett wants to get this match underway, and Phil goes up his side of the scaffold - officially starting this match... Neither man seems all that worried about being up so high, do they Otis?"
"I guess considering the stuff they do to each other in a normal match, this is actually pretty tame... The plank they're on is just three feet wide, so it'll be interesting how this match goes... They start inching towards each other, and Asylum gets in the first shot with a right hook. Phil fires back with a backfist, and Lett answers in kind with a forearm shiver that sends Phil back a step... Both men pause a second as the scaffold sways with the activity, but they both quickly regain their balance... Asylum closes the gap between Phil and himself, and Phil tries to back him up with a boot to the midsection... Asylum takes the shot, and retaliates with a reverse knife-edge chop to Phil's chest... Asylum still coming, and Phil ducks a backhand punch from Lett and launches a European Uppercut to Asylum's 'soldiers'... Asylum laughs as Phil recoils from the attempted cheap shot, and the loon pulls his pants down a little to reveal... Stainless STEEL undergarments!"
"Wow, I guess Asylum was taking no chances with Phil, huh? Phil looks VERY displeased, and LEGDIVES Asylum - still with his pants half down - and knocks the nutcase onto his back...."
"The impact causes a considerable sway in the scaffold, and Phil can't capitalize until he gets his bearings... Asylum scoots back towards his side of the scaffold and slowly gets back to his feet... Phil now working on closing the gap, and Asylum rakes McKracken across the face; which stops Phil in his tracks... Short-arm clothesline from Asylum finds it's mark, and Phil goes onto his back... But Phil executes a backward roll and gets to his feet in a twinkling, and both men take a second to adjust as the scaffold rocks and sways some more... This is VERY exciting, Otis..."
"Yeah, you don't know whether they'll fall themselves or make the damn scaffold collapse... Either way, SOMEBODY'S gonna be SORE in the morning... Phil and Asylum go for a collar and elbow tieup, and Asylum CRACKS Phil with a headbutt... Phil responds with a quick scoop and a slam on Asylum, and Asylum scuttles back away from Phil again as the scaffold goes to and fro to reflect the action... Asylum gets to his feet as Phil approaches and sends Phil onto his back with a back heel trip! Asylum gives Phil's belly a quick stomp, and Phil is scuttling away from the man from Gary, Indiana... Asylum closes the gap, and Phil piston leg kicks the Asylum in the knee! Asylum goes down on one knee and Phil tries another piston leg kick... Asylum dodges it, and grabs Phil by the extended leg... Oh SHYTE! I think Asylum's BITING Phil's ANKLE! Phil is trying to kick free as Asylum gives him the piranha treatment, and he manages to send Lett backwards with a flailing kick to the chest... Both men scurry back to make sure they can get back to their feet unaccosted, and with that accomplished, they now approach each other again..."
"I'm getting seasick just watching that scaffold sway, Otis... Asylum goes for a boot to the midsection, but Phil catches it! Dragon Screw Leg WHIP! Asylum goes OFF! Phil raises his hands in victory, but Asylum is hanging on to the side of the scaffold plank! Look at him skin-the-cat! He pulled himself right back onto the plank, and Phil has no idea! Asylum taps Phil on the shoulder, and Phil turns around... Look at Phil's face! He's completely dumbfounded by Asylum still being in the match! Asylum NAILS him with a discus clothesline, and Phil hits the plank on his back! Asylum grabs him by the legs, and I think he's gonna try for a Boston Crab! How? If he tries to turn Phil over, they'll BOTH fall... What THE? Asylum falls back, and gives Phil the CATAPULT! Phil goes OVER THE SIDE! SIXTEEN FOOT DROP TO THE MAT! My GOD! Asylum looks down at the writhing form of Phil in the center of the ring... And he leaps off AFTER HIM! What the? EIGHT-TEN SPLASH from Asylum at sixteen feet high, and Phil gets CRUSHED! The horror... The horror of it all..."
"Now Asylum's giving Phil the old Bronco Buster with those steel britches on... THAT's gonna leave a mark, I betcha... Security and the Medical Team storm the ring! A scuffle ensues, but numbers help and Asylum is led away by the security team... Phil is carried away on a stretcher, and he may be seriously injured..."
"After falling sixteen feet onto his head, followed by a double somersault splash from that height, and THEN repeated bashes across the chest with steel shorts? THAT's an understatement, Otis..."
"Oh well... What's the next match?"
"The Television Title is on the line as Poacher tries to put an end to Verbal's title reign and add that Gold TV Belt to his trophy case... Verbal's been on a serious hot-streak lately, though, and will be a tough fight for the Hardcore Huntsman... And Poacher strides to the ring like a panther on the prowl, and he's looking VERY ready to give it his all against the Miami Mouth tonight..."
"Well, sonny, when there's a strap on the line, you either rise to the occasion, or you get your head beat in... Poacher looks ready to bite ten-penny nails, though, so Verbal better not let his trademark cockiness get the better of him... THIS guy is SERIOUS..."
"And now Verbal marches to the ring with his modified entourage... Steve Suddick is still sporting a busted lip from his match with Poacher last week, and there's some schmuck in a Tony the Tiger costume to round out the little trio... Verbal takes a deep gulp of Evian, and spits on the fans before he finally walks up the ring steps and steps between the ropes... Verbal insists the referee check Poacher for weapons, and the referee complies... He then checks Verbal for weapons, and with it established that both men are clean, Poacher looks to Verbal's entourage and asks the referee to have them leave ringside... The referee lets Poacher know that since they're registered as Verbal's co-managers, they can stay... Verbal smiles smugly. Poacher nods grimly and whistles like he's hailing a cab..."
"What the? Look at the Fatguy coming to the ring... Looks like he's got a piece of paper with him... Verbal starts screaming at the referee to make the Fatguy leave, but Fatguy climbs onto the apron and hands the paper to the ref... The ref looks it over and nods as Fatguy gets back onto the arena floor... Verbal is in the ref's face, and the ref shows Verbal the paper the Fatguy brought down... Verbal looks it over... He's having a FIT! Poacher hops to the outside, and Fatguy starts giving him some strategy... I can't believe it... Poacher got Fatguy signed as his manager! He has every right to be ringside, and Verbal's just BESIDE himself... Hyeh HEE! Looks like the odds just evened up some, eh sonny?"
"Sure does, Otis... Poacher rolls back into the ring, and the referee calls for the start of this title match-up... Verbal and Poacher exchange shots in the center of the ring, and Verbal ducks a looping right hand from Poacher and takes the Hardcore Huntsman down with a double-leg pickup... Poacher leaps back to his feet, and Verbal gives him a scoop slam... Poacher rolls quickly up again, and Verbal catches him in a waistlock... Standing switch from Poacher, though... ANOTHER standing switch, this time from Verbal, and he shoves Poacher off balance and gives him a kidney punch! Poacher goes down, and Verbal drops onto him with a Senton Splash! Both men get to their feet quickly, and they go for a collar and elbow tieup... Poacher gets the upper hand, and Irish Whips Verbal to the ropes... Verbal hangs on as Poacher approaches, and Poacher changes gears on the fly and ROCKS Verbal with a backfist..."
"Poacher grabs Verbal in a full arm-drag and twist, and really wrenches the hold... Verbal executes a go-behind on Poacher to escape, and PUNCHES him in the KIDNEY again! Poacher stumbles a little from that shot, and Verbal tries to follow it up with a dropkick... Poacher sidesteps! Verbal hits the mat, and gets quickly back to his feet... But Poacher takes him down in a LEG-SCISSORS; yet Verbal rolls to his feet before Poacher... Verbal drops a double axe-handle to the back of Poacher's head to disorient him, and tries to get the Hardcore Huntsman in suplex... Poacher BLOCKS... And REVERSES! Verbal hits the mat on his back, and Poacher quickly snatches him to a vertical base... Gutwrench suplex from Poacher sends Verbal to the mat again, and Poacher gives the Miami Mouth a couple kicks to the thigh... Poacher seems in control here, and he pulls Verbal back upright... Verbal rakes his eyes! Poacher staggers - momentarily blinded, and Verbal brings Poacher up in a high Atomic Drop... Poacher staggers from the impact, but Verbal doesn't let him go... Belly-to back suplex from Verbal, and Poacher's looking to be in a little trouble here..."
"Well, Otis, one tends to forget that Verbal didn't exactly INHERIT that TV belt... He's beaten alot of VERY tough customers in his tenure with the NWF, and despite his brash demeanor, Verbal IS a skilled wrestler... Verbal hauls Poacher upright, and slaps him in a side headlock.. Poacher powers out, though, and throws Verbal to the ropes... OOOO! Poacher kicks Verbal right in the stomach, and Verbal goes down on one knee... Poacher lifts Verbal's head, and PASTES him with a CLUBBING shot the forehead! Verbal goes down on his hands and knees, and Poacher sends him to the mat with a kneelift!"
"Looks like Verbal's in a fight whether he likes it or not... He starts crawling to the ropes, but Poacher drags him back to the center of the ring, and delivers a quick stomp to Verbal's back! Verbal gets to his feet, and they lock horns... Go-Behind from the Miami Mouth, and he parlays that into a backdrop suplex! He goes for the cover! 1.... Only one, as Poacher kicks out with GUSTO... They both get back to a vertical base, and Verbal tosses Poacher to the ropes... Double shoulder block, but neither man moves! They lock horns again, and Poacher executes a Jawbreaker that sends Verbal to the mat in a heap! Poacher starts to climb the ropes, but Verbal gets to his feet and Poacher hops down before the Miami Mouth can capitalize... They circle each other a bit and lock it up afresh... Verbal starts for another go-behind, but Poacher counters with a forearm shiver that sends Verbal sprawling... Poacher grabs Verbal by the leg... STF! The referee checks to see if Verbal wants to quit, but Verbal shakes no and reaches for the ropes... Almost... Almost... THERE! The referee calls for a break, and Poacher reluctantly complies... Verbal gets to his feet quickly, and ducks a short-arm clothesline from the challenger... Poacher threw himself off balance with that one, and Verbal knocks him to the mat with a rear lariat! But Poacher is a tough competitor as well, and as Verbal starts pulling him to a vertical base, the Huntsman executes a go-behind of his own, and knocks Verbal to the mat with a double axe-handle! Poacher walks to Verbal's head, and gives him a double kneedrop!"
"Verbal may be in a little trouble here, Otis... Poacher yanks him upright and delivers a kneelift to the midsection that staggers the Miami Mouth, and follows it up with a spinning backfist that DROPS the champion... Poacher straddles Verbal, and reaches under the champ to turn him over... NO! He clamps on a Cobra Clutch with a Body Scissor and starts squeezing Verbal like a python... The referee asks if Verbal wants to quit, but Verbal refuses... The Miami Mouth endures a few wrenches before he manages to slip the hold, Poacher rolls off the champion and snatches him to his feet for an Irish Whip... Poacher runs to the other side for momentum, and feeds Verbal a running forearm shiver! Verbal staggers from that brutal clubbing shot, and Poacher knocks him to the mat again with a DROPKICK!"
"Poacher steps back, letting Verbal use his own energy to get to a vertical base... Verbal slowly hauls himself up, and -WHAM!- The Hardcore Huntsman CRACKS him with a jumping side kick... Verbal goes back into the corner, and Poacher runs in after him with a Dropkick to the champ's knees! The challenger hauls Verbal up and throws him to the opposite corner, but Verbal REVERSES and Poacher hits the corner instead! Verbal follows him in... MONKEY FLIP from the champ that sends Poacher flying to the center of the ring! Verbal on the offensive now as he applies a Stump Puller to the challenger... The referee asks if Poacher wants to quit, but Poacher shakes no... Verbal clubs Poacher on the side of the head with several forearms, and tops it off with a knee to the back of the head... Poacher is face down, and Verbal hauls him to a vertical base... But the challenger slips free and gets Verbal in a waistlock..."
"OOOO! Verbal responds with a back kick that catches Poacher in the sack and sends him to the mat gasping... The referee warns Verbal for the shortcut, but Verbal waves him away and stomps on Poacher's left calf... Poacher rolls to his feet, but Verbal is faster... He hooks the challenger for a suplex... NOOO! Northern Lights BOMB! Poacher hits the mat like a DART, and the tide may have turned... Verbal yanks Poacher up again, and gives him a DDT! This may be it, folks... Verbal pulls Poacher up in a hammerlock... COUNTER! Poacher steps under the hammerlock and brings Verbal up in an overhead release German Suplex that dumps the champion to the outside! Poacher goes out after him and nails the champ with an overhand right as Verbal starts to get to his feet... Verbal kicks Poacher low, though, and POWERBOMBS him on the outside! He hauls Poacher to his feet, and POWERBOMBS the challenger AGAIN! Verbal just ruthlessly attempting to MAIM Poacher, now, and he gives him the Northern Lights BOMB on the ARENA FLOOR!"
"Verbal now rolls into the ring as the referee reaches eight... Poacher's got to twenty to get back in, but now Verbal's distracting the referee! Steve and TonyTiger move in on Poacher and take some quick boots to him on the outside! And here comes Fatguy! DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE from Fatguy sends Verbal's flunkies sprawling, and Fatguy helps Poacher to a vertical base... Fatguy helps Poacher get his bearings before rolling him back inside... Poacher gets to his feet, but Verbal catches him with a Standing Dropkick in the corner! He drags Poacher by his feet to the center of the ring and covers the challenger... 1.... 2.... ALMOST! Verbal can't believe that Poacher's still in it, and he complains to the ref about a slow count... The referee shakes no, and assures Verbal he's been on the same cadence all night... Verbal looks unconvinced, but Poacher has taken the time to get back to a vertical base... Verbal turns, and is CLOBBERED by a Roaring Elbow from the challenger... Poacher grabs Verbal's ankle... This could be it... STF! They're in the center of the ring! Verbal tries to crawl to the ropes, but Poacher grinds away at the hold like a pitbull shaking a cat... It's too much... Verbal TAPS!"
"We have a new CHAMPION, ladies and gentlemen! Poacher takes the TV strap in an INCREDIBLE come from behind victory! And we're out of time! Join us next week at the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas... I'm Lionel Thetyme, and on behalf of the NWF, let me say 'Good Night, and Drive Safely!"

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