Post by Michael Saint on Feb 1, 2009 20:21:41 GMT -6
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Stung vs Serial Killer
"Afraid of Me" by Twisted starts as Serial Killer comes out and raises his arms in a crusafix. After a moment he walks down to the ring, rubbing his left thumb under his nose a few times.
Mean Gene: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at 245lbs - Serial Killer!
When he gets to the ring Serial Killer rolls in and crawls to a corner. He sist there awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
Mystery Man: Man, you know times are tough when Serial Killer can get himself a Pay-Per-View cheque!
Max Carter: I'll admit, he's not exactly World Championship material, but he's here, and he has a chance to prove himself tonight!
The arena is struck with the power of the beginning orchestra of "No Leaf Clover" by Metallica. The song begins to play as the arena lights dim. Suddenly, with as much force as the song, the lights strike on to the beat of the drums. "And it feels right this time", a man stands at the top of the ramp with a hoody over his head. "On his crash course with the big time". The man pulls the hood back from over his head to reveal himself as Stung. "Pay no mind to the distant thunder, New day fills his head with wonder, boy." This blasts as Stung walks down to the ring.
Mean Gene: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He weighs in tonight at 250lbs - this is Stung!
Stung slides into the ring and pyrotechnics begin to light up the EWCTron. He removes the hoody and drops it over the rope.
Max Carter: Stung - another man with a lot of potential, but not much direction.
Mystery Man: Maybe tonight the Wrestlefest magic will work on one of these guys and get his career back on track!
The bell rings, and the match is under way. Both men lock up; Stung, the more technically sound of the two, slips on a wristlock. Serial Killer rolls out of the wristlock, kips up, and takes Stung down with a clothesline. He lands punches to the face of his opponent until the referee pulls him back. Stung rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, rubbing his face.
Max Carter: I think Stung was caught out by Serial Killer’s offence.
Mystery Man: He’s doing the right thing though - getting out of the ring, using the ten count to catch a breather and rethink his strategy.
Serial Killer doesn’t wait for Stung to get back in, jumping out of the ring and chasing his opponent. Stung rolls in under the ropes and is on his feet as Serial Killer slides inside. He stops Serial Killer with a boot to the back of the head, followed by another, and another. He drops to his knees and grabs Serial Killer’s head, gouging at his eyes.
Max Carter: He’s trying to blind him!
Stung with a rake of the eyes before finally stepping away. Serial Killer gets back to his feet with his hand over his right eye. Stung slams down on his back with a series of forearms before whipping him across the ring into the turnbuckles. Stung follows up with a big splash and a bulldog before making a cover.
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Serial Killer kicks out.
Max Carter: A close call, but Serial Killer gets the shoulder up.
Mystery Man: We know he can take the punishment, but with only one good eye, can he put up much of a fight?
Stung pulls Serial Killer to his feet before throwing him back down with a snapmare. Driving his knee into Serial Killer’s back, Stung applies a chin lock, twisting the neck of his opponent. Serial Killer grimaces and groans but refuses to tap. He powers back, turning his body around and getting back up to his feet. Stung tries to keep the pressure on with a headlock, but Serial Killer nails him with elbows to the gut. Stung releases the hold and, still bent over, receives a soccer kick to the face! Stung lands flat on his back and Serial Killer pins him.
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Stung kicks out.
Max Carter: What a kick to face by Serial Killer!
Mystery Man: Those pretty boy looks of Stung ain’t so pretty now!
Serial Killer picks Stung up and attempts a piledriver, but Stung reverses it into a back body drop. As Serial Killer gets back to his feet Stung stops him with a kick to the gut and a European uppercut. Serial Killer falls back against the ropes and Stung uses the opportunity to tie Serial Killers arms up. With Serial Killer’s arms trapped in the ropes, Stung laughs and slaps him hard across the face. Serial Killer struggles to free himself as Stung runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes on the opposite side. Building up speed, he leaps at Serial Killer with a dropkick - only for Serial Killer to free himself and duck at the last second! Stung lands on the top rope, crotching himself on the process! Serial Killer blasts him with a clothesline that leaves him on the apron.
Max Carter: That backfired big time!
Mystery Man: I hope he didn’t want kids!
Serial Killer tries to suplex Stung back into the ring, but Stung ducks and lands a shoulder to the gut of his opponent before grabbing his head and springing it off against the top rope. Serial Killer falls back into the centre of the ring, clutching his throat. Stung climbs back in and waits for Serial Killer to stand up before nailing him with a neckbreaker. Serial Killer slowly climbs back to his feet before tasting another neckbreaker by Stung. Serial Killer, holding the back of his head, struggles to get back to his feet when Stung takes him down with a third neck breaker! Stung laughs before readying himself to strike, waiting for Serial Killer to get back up.
Max Carter: He’s getting ready for the Flat Line!
Serial Killer is back up and Stung rushes forward to deliver the Flat Line. But Serial Killer manages to shove him off, and Stung lands hard on the canvas. He clambers back to his feet, not noticing that Serial Killer is now on the attack. Serial Killer with the Decapitator! He covers!
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The bell rings! The crowd is… confused!
Max Carter: Serial Killer won? Serial Killer won!
Mystery Man: You’ve got to call that an upset, Max! Serial Killer with the win tonight, and what a way to start Wrestlefest!