Anderson:
The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall.
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Introducing first, at a combined weight of 335 pounds; Jack Skinner and Hunter Jackson... Shaolin Jacks!
The new team show their appreciation to the fans by bowing upon entering the arena. They walk down the ramp calmly and in unison, still showing their appreciation for the fans, who reciprocate.
Klamor: Not these guys! Way to kill the mood.
Serra: I know you’re old, but can you not hear these fans? They love the Shaolin Jacks!
Anderson: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 550 pounds; The Local Talent and The Beard... BLT!
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The joint number one contenders to the WZCW Tag Team Championships make their way to the ring in their own unique style. While The Local Talent slaps five with a massive grin on his face, The Beard remains stoic as ever. Even encouragement from the ever jubilant Local Talent can’t force him to crack a smile.
The two teams agree on who will start the match: Hunter Jackson for Shaolin Jacks and The Local Talent for BLT. As the bell rings, the two wrestlers show respect for each other in their own, rather uncoordinated, ways. While The Local Talent offers a handshake to his adversary, Hunter Jackson is unaware of this and simply bows to the wrestling veteran. With the pleasantries over, both men make a couple laps of the ring, sizing each other up. Within seconds of their locking up, the eighty pound weight difference becomes immediately apparent as The Local Talent forces Jackson into the corner. The referee forces a break in the stalemate as the larger TLT respectfully backs away.
The two relative newcomers to WZCW return to their initial state. Once again, The Local Talent goes for the lock-up, but The American Shaolin Warrior wisely slips away from the bigger man grasp. Free from the clutches of his opponent, Jackson unleashes an impressive dropkick straight to the chest of veteran TLT, sending him to the ground in the process. However, a single dropkick isn’t enough to send The Local Talent down for long. Almost immediately, he enthusiastically pops up, to a loud pop from the crowd.
Serra: It’s going to take more than one dropkick to keep The Local Talent down.
As TLT enjoys the fans’ reaction to his antics, the more disciplined Hunter Jackson remains focused on the task at hand, delivering a perfect hurricanrana to him.
Klamor: That’s what you get for being a giggling buffoon.
Serra: That’s what you get when you’re in the ring with the American Shaolin Warrior.
The hurricanrana manages to keep TLT down for a bit longer. Long enough, in fact, for Hunter Jackson to calmly approach his downed opponent and attempt to lock in his signature camel clutch. TLT immediately fights back, knowing that a Hunter Jackson camel clutch will inevitably lead to his face being repeatedly punched. The Local Talent tries desperately to pull Jackson’s hands from his face... but it’s no use as Jackson manages to trap TLT’s arms behind his legs, allowing him to execute the camel clutch fully. Jackson can now start the process of increasing the pain with multiple crossface strikes.
Klamor: Now that’s what I call ‘adding injury to injury’.
With pressure on his back, neck, arms and head, it looks as though this match is over early. The referee gets on his knees and asks the all important question: “do you want to submit?”. But then, instead of a “yes”, the Local Talent unexpectedly begins tapping his foot on the mat. His partner in the corner joins him, smashing his large hand against the turnbuckle pad. The fans in attendance begin clapping their hands in time with BLT! This isn’t a submission, this is a comeback! The Local Talent manages to wriggle his arms free. And with all his might, stops Jackson from administering any more blows to his head. Jackson is being overpowered here! Within a matter of seconds, a significantly groggier TLT gets to a vertical base and begins trading blows with Jackson, taking the Shaolin Warrior out of his comfort zone in the process. Jackson once again gets the upper hand, feeling confident enough to bounce off the ropes and attempt a leg lariat – which gets caught by TLT, who turns it into a trademark scoop powerslam. With both men having taken significant amounts of punishment, the fallen wrestlers inch closer to their respective corners to make a hot... ... ... TAG!
Klamor: The big guy vs. the little guy. This should be hilarious! Skinner’s going to get squashed!
The Beard tries to use his size advantage and immediately goes for a huge clothesline on the diminutive Skinner, who manages to dodge The Beard’s tree trunk-like arm. Skinner’s speed catches his opponent off-guard, as he manages to bounce off of the adjacent ropes and attack the legs of the man with the beard. Now on his knees, The Beard is in a vulnerable position as Skinner unleashes a thunderous big boot to the side of his head. The crowd are on their feet now, surprised by Skinner’s incredible speed and dominance over The Beard. Thinking quickly, Skinner goes for the pin: one... two... kick-out!
Serra: You were saying, Johnny? That two and nine-tenths!
High off the energy of the crowd, Skinner attempts to drag the larger half of BLT to his feet in order to impress with some strong standing moves. Upon seeing his partner becoming a tad over-zealous, Hunter Jackson shouts “no” from the corner, hoping ‘Shaolin’ Jack Skinner will continue to utilise his speed when on offence. “I’m fine” responds Skinner, committing the cardinal sin of taking his eyes off of his opponent. The Beard musters the energy to push Skinner into the corner, and prepare for a 285 pound corner splash which... misses. Skinner manages to escape from the corner as The Beard is stunned by hitting the turnbuckle at such speed. With his opponent groggy in the same corner, it’s now Skinner’s turn to attack. A well-placed running elbow sends The Beard from a standing position to a seated one. This allows Skinner to hit an equally well-placed facewash to The Beard.
Serra: Jack’s has hardly missed a step against such a large opponent. Clearly all of that meditation is paying off.
The former magazine writer once again attempts to prove his worth by pulling The Beard to his feet, much to the dismay of Hunter Jackson in the corner. As he gets to his feet, The Beard suddenly manages to regain his focus and deliver several elbow strikes to Skinner, sending him dizzy in the process.
Klamor: Consider that step well and truly missed, Becky. Look at him! He can hardly stand!
Unsure of where he is, the legal member of Shaolin Jacks walks straight into the clutches of The Beard. The big man lifts him high above his head, before dropping him to the mat from a height of about nine feet. Jack Skinner is flat on the mat. As The Beard goes for the pin, this match looks like it’s over. One... two... kick-out!
The audience gasps. Hunter Jackson gasps. The Local Talent gasps. But the demeanour of The Beard doesn’t change. He calmly walks over to his opponent and thinks about his next move. He drags Skinner to his feet and yanks his head back, looking for Poetic Justice. Everyone is expecting the inevitable defeat of Shaolin Jacks, almost as if The Beard’s finishing manoeuvre is a mere formality. Everyone is expecting the worst. Even Hunter Jackson, who seems to be extending his arm for the tag out of habit more than anything else. As The Beard begins the rolling cutter process, Skinner manages to escape from his loose grasp and quickly tag in his partner! The feeling of shock is palpable!
Serra: WOW! Did Skinner get lucky, or was he playing possum?
Klamor: Who cares? The Beard showed his inexperience, and Shaolin Jacks are back in this match-up!
Thinking quickly, Jackson manages to pull himself up and perform a springboard crossbody on The Beard, who’s still shocked at the resolve of Jack Skinner. With The Beard now flat on his back, a revitalised Hunter Jackson begins to scale the turnbuckle, possibly looking to hit one of his many signature aerial moves. Fearlessly, the Shaolin Warrior leaps, his body turning in the air as he performs an incredible frog splash.
Serra: Did you see that hang time?!
Klamor: Dressed in white, he was like a floating dove...
Serra: How poetic. You should talk to The Beard.
Klamor: No thanks.
The high-risk manoeuvre looked like it took just as much out of Jackson as it did The Beard, as both wrestlers struggle to make it to their feet.
Serra: With these men on the opposite side of the ring to their partners, I can’t see The Local Talent or Jack Skinner entering the match at the moment.
Jackson manages to make it to his feet first. As The Beard finally gets to his knees, Jackson manages to deliver a superkick, seemingly knocking the big man out. Jackson slowly makes his way to the cover, hooking one leg in the process. One... two... kick-out!
Klamor: Jackson is in disbelief! He was sure he had it!
The crowd is going wild for this match with more twists and turns than the Amazon River. Jackson is unsure what to do. Skinner is unsure what to do. And The Local Talent is desperately reaching for a tag. My Way seems impossible to hit on such a large opponent, as does any other powerful throw the American Shaolin Warrior may have in his arsenal. There’s only one thing for it: Jackson begins to scale the corner once again. Once at the top, Jackson calms himself. Understanding that hitting this frog splash could secure Shaolin Jacks a much needed victory against the number one contenders for the Tag Team titles. The warrior leaps, once again catching incredible air. But on the way down, he finds nothing but canvas! The Beard manages to escape and tag in his partner: a very energetic TLT.
Serra: The Local Talent’s been itching to get into this match for a while now!
The Local Talent runs into the ring and almost effortlessly lifts Hunter Jackson to his feet. He’s not standing for long, however, as TLT shows his experience and delivers a masterful exploder suplex. The crowd is feeding off the infectious energy TLT has brought to the match, and popping big for his high-impact moves. “Watch this!” shouts TLT to the crowd, as he prepares to hit another manoeuvre on the groggy Jackson. TLT once again puts his opponent in the standard suplex position, lifts him up and holds... and holds... and holds! The crowd are loving The Local Talent’s antics, and cheer ecstatically when he finally finishes his trademark vertical suplex. “One more?!” shouts TLT, breathing heavily, but still with a wide smile on his face.
Klamor: As much as I hate to say it, this is smart strategy from The Local Talent. These repeated suplexes are just going to amplify the damage done by a Muscle Buster, or his Bridging Double Chickenwing submission.
Serra: Don’t get too carried away. There’s life in Hunter yet.
Just as Becky Serra says those words, Hunter Jackson does find life. He’s striking The Local Talent anywhere, and anyway he can. The tables have turned. Jackson has found some energy, where as The Local Talent has lost some. The American Shaolin Warrior understands that he needs to make a tag quickly and tries to back TLT into the Shaolin Jacks corner. But with an opponent trying to do the opposite, Jackson has inadvertently turned this into a test of strength with the 6’ 4’’, 265 pound TLT: a war which he is unlikely to win. The two men are locked up in the middle of the ring, until TLT manages to find the energy to whip Jackson into the BLT corner of the ring. Without hesitation, The Local Talent hits a picture-perfect splash on the cornered Jackson.
Klamor: If that Irish whip didn’t knock him silly, that splash certainly did.
The Local Talent signals for the end: a Muscle Buster. The crowd are once again on their feet as he lifts Hunter Jackson’s 185 pound frame up to the top rope to set up his devastating finishing manoeuvre. With Hunter Jackson firmly perched atop his shoulders, TLT moves away from the corner, only to be tagged out by The Beard! The Local Talent hits the Muscle Buster! As if that wasn’t enough, The Beard climbs to the top rope! He’s going to do it! Jumping off of the rope, The Beard becomes... The Flying Beard! Beard hooks the leg, 1... 2... 3!
Your winner by pinfall, Bearded Local Talent!!
TLT crawls towards his partner and hugs him before the referee raises both their arms. Both men go to a corner and pose for the crowd before embracing again and celebrating more. Both Skinner and Jackson look devastated and inconsolable by the defeat.
"That was some performance by the Kingdom Come-bound tandem known as BLT."
"I don't know how Becky. We didn't learn anything about how they can cope in a TLC!"
"Well The Beard showed some aerial ability and if Talent hits suplexes like he did tonight through a table or on a chair then Runn Reynolds and Strikeforce are going to feel it for sure."
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Mr Butty is walking backstage, shouting at various people who pass him.
"I did it!! Did you see? I did it! That's how you win! Did you learn anything? Of course you didn't, stupid Americans!"
He passes
Stevenson Marquel and stops, only to be enamoured by Marquel's title.
Marquel raises his belt off his shoulder.
"Chill professor man. You don't want to try this class. It would hurt, a lot and you would fail, quickly."
Marquel smiles and walks away. Butty glares at him as Marquel's words give him something to think about..
