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TEAM Semifinal Card from MSG~!

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[Pyro explodes over Madison Square Garden as a full house of raucous fans scream at the tops of their lungs. The camera pans down and zooms in on a well dressed Iron Duke and the incomparable Jess Chapel.]

JC: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE TEAM INVITATIONAL SEMIFINALS! I'm Jess Chapel, and with me as always is everyone's favorite onery Brit, The Iron Duke.

ID: Bloody hell, Jesse, I'm not onery. Rusty Joe be onery.

JC: Touche, Duke, although I haven't seen a Roderick McRatrick sighting all night. But enough of that, let's get right to the action in the ring!

(The lights lower as the ring announcer gives the introductions…)

Marvin Darling: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a TEAM challenge match. First, the challenger.

(“Bad Company” by Bad Company blares… Red and green pinpoint spots crisscross the arena and track Irishred as he walks down the ramp…)

MD: He stands six feet tall and weighs in at 235 pounds. He hails from Yankton, South Dakota. He is Irishred!

(Green cloverleaf spot on center of the ring as Irishred enters, stands with his head back and closed fists touching each other in front of his chest... When he spreads his arms wide the cloverleaf turns to red… The "Red-Heads" of course goes crazy at this point…)

Jess Chapel: We have Irishred in the ring now gearing up for this match that he asked for. The challenger said he is here simply to test the rookie in this special Challenge Match in the TEAM semifinals. Only time and a whole lot of wrestling will tell if the rookie is up for the challenge.

Iron Duke: I really don’t see the reason to be excited. Irishred proudly proclaims a heritage that history has proven is the origin of the clown. The rookie, this Sergeant character’s only saving grace is that he fought along side the Queen’s Royal Army in the Middle East.

(Back to the announcer…)

Announcer: … and his opponent…

(“We Right Here” by DMX blares… The Sergeant comes through the curtains to a loud pop…)

Announcer: … standing 5 feet 10 inches and weighing in at 201 pounds. He hails from Springfield, Missouri. The Sergeant!

(The Sergeant stands midway between the entrance and the ring to another pop… He takes one look at the challenge set before him and moves into the ring, attempting to stretch…)

JC: Irishred wastes no time. The Sergeant had his back turned and Irishred is on the attack.

ID: This indeed is a redeeming quality for the match.

Irishred continues a vicious assault on Sarge and has him in the corner stomping a figurative hole in Sarge’s chest as he is slumped in the corner. He picks The Sergeant up and immediately hits a snap suplex on him. Slowly rolling back into the ropes and then rebounding he drops a knee squarely onto Sarge’s face. He rolls away and The Sergeant rolls in pain on the canvas.

JC: I don’t think I’ve witnessed Irishred with this much intensity from the start of the match. This is less a test and more of a lesson for the rookie by the teacher and veteran of the ring, Irishred.


ID: This is simply what a good wrestler should do at the start of every match. To me, it’s textbook wrestling by someone who doesn’t know the meaning of the word “textbook”.

The beating continues. The Sergeant stands up with help from Irishred and is whipped into the far corner. Irishred sprints across the ring, slamming an elbow into the side of Sarge’s head. The Sergeant then stumbles out of the corner and lands face first on the mat. Irishred celebrates.

JC: I wouldn’t get too caught up in the what you’ve accomplished so far. The Sergeant has been known to bounce back from greater assaults than this one.

ID: For once I agree that this match is far from over.

Irishred gets The Sergeant standing again in preparation for another snap suplex but is countered when Sarge hooks the leg and rolls him up.

JC: A great counter… the count…

1…

2…

No!

Irishred kicks out at an early two-count.

ID: There still has been no offense by the young man.

The Sergeant attempts to roll away and regroup but Irishred is having none of that as he puts the boots to him. He slowly brings Sarge to his feet and executes a fall away pump handle slam.

JC: Bad Company! Irishred is digging into his repertoire of heavier hitting moves now.

ID: I doubt the rookie will be lasting much longer if he fails to get any offense in or to get away for a breather.

Irishred quickly transitions into an armlock and then positions himself to the side of a now kneeling Sergeant. Mere moments later and Irishred has transitioned from the armlock into a cross face by swiftly punching The Sergeant in the kidney, dropping him face first on the mat. With the cross face locked in, Irishred is talking to The Sergeant.

JC: I don’t know what he is saying, but it looks as if Irishred is trying to add insult to injury.

ID: A tremendous amount of injury from the looks of it.

JC: Will the rookie tap out?


The crowd gets into the match and cheer for a badly beaten Sarge to fight back. As the roar gets louder, a visibly upset Irishred releases the hold and drops an elbow on the back of Sarge’s head. Irishred leaves the center of the ring and climbs the top turnbuckle. Motioning to the crowd, he leaps and drives a knee directly into the kidney of The Sergeant. He keeps the knee there and grabs Sarge’s ankle for an Irishred version of the ankle lock.

JC: It’s “Double Trouble” for The Sergeant! This is probably the most one-sided match that I have seen in a long time.

ID: The rookie hasn’t really done a damn thing, save that one roll up earlier in the match.

The Sergeant attempts to break free and screams in pain as every attempt to break the hold is met with Irishred’s knee pressing more firmly into his kidney. A few moments later and Irishred seems once again to be bored with a submission hold that he has firmly applied.

JC: I really don’t know what he’s thinking. He very well could have finished The Sergeant off a few times already.

ID: We’ll never know, though. The bloody moron hasn’t been trying to finish the deal.

Once the hold is released and Irishred starts getting to his feet, The Sergeant immediately rolls over, sits up, and sends a swift punch to Irishred’s ribs. As he doubles over in pain, Sarge fires another shot to his face. Irishred stumbles backwards into the ropes while The Sergeant collapses to the mat still in obvious pain and holding his side.

JC: Wow! It was almost as if The Sergeant was praying to be let out of that hold. He’s still in a lot of pain though and it looks like Irishred will still have free reign to continue this beating.

ID: It’s the rookie’s first offense of the entire night and it comes in the form of two punches. Not very promising at all. Perhaps he is delaying the inevitable.

With The Sergeant on the mat with his back turned to Irishred, Irishred shakes the cobwebs off and approaches again. Turning Sarge over a little for a better angle, he punches directly in the back of the head.

JC: Oh my God that looked like it hurt. I have a headache just watching it.

Irishred rolls to the outside looking for a chair. He finds one but when attempting to enter the ring with it the referee grabs it. With Irishred on the outside and the ref on the inside of the ring, they struggle before Irishred finally rips the chair from the ref’s hands and in frustration throws the chair to the arena floor. He enters the ring in between the ropes and moves toward The Sergeant who is now on his knees in the center of the ring.

JC: What was Irishred trying to do?

ID: The clown wants to simply injure his opponent. This match was ridiculous at first glance and now seems to be getting even more so.


The Sergeant glances over to see Irishred. As ‘red gets closer, Sarge executes a single leg take down in perfect amateur wrestling style. Not satisfied, he leaps onto Irishred and begins his own attack.

JC: Lefts and rights from the rookie and it seems we have new life in this match.

ID: I would yawn, if only I wasn’t so bored that I can’t do that, either.

Sarge is moving slow because of his injuries but that doesn’t stop him as he stands Irishred up only to follow it by delivering a crisp DDT.

JC: How’s that for you, Duke?

ID: BLOODY NORAH!

The crowd is going crazy at this point. The Sergeant is operating on maximum adrenaline as he once again stands his opponent up, this time to deliver a crisp standing dropkick. Irishred staggers back to his feet on wobbly legs but The Sergeant sends him crashing back-first to the mat with a double-leg takedown. Still holding the legs he catapults Irishred into the corner.

JC: Did you see how Irishred’s chest connected with that top turnbuckle? He might have some sternum damage after that one.

ID: The rookie is signaling for that move of his. What does he call it?

JC: The Corrective Training. He tried this once before in a TEAM ring against James Irish. He could get it this time, though.

The Sergeant pulls Irishred from the corner and hooks him into a reverse DDT position. Before he can continue, Irishred grabs him by the head and hangs on, pulling Irishred’s body up off of the ground. He uses the top turnbuckle to push off of, completely rolling over The Sergeant and reversing it so that he is the one holding Sarge in the reverse DDT position.

JC: Once again the Corrective Training has failed to be applied in a TEAM ring!

Irishred follows through and executes a devastating reverse DDT. Rather than cover his battered an beaten opponent, he gloats in the ring. He points at Sarge.

ID: Irishred has proven to me that he is The Sergeant’s superior. He has simply dominated this match.

Irishred stands The Sergeant back up. As he attempts to further punish Sarge, Sarge delivers a right to the face. It’s weak, as The Sergeant is very wobbly. Irishred smiles, shaking his head. He pushes Sarge to the ropes, turning his head ever so slightly. While taking his eyes off of his opponent, The Sergeant uses that opportunity to rebound with force off of the ropes. Sarge delivers a stiff boot to Irishred’s gut and follows it up with a fisherman’s suplex in which he has to twist his body to make Irishred land in the center of the ring.

JC: What would you call that?!?!? That’s a variation I’ve never seen before.


ID: I’d call it a bloody corkscrew fisherman’s suplex. It’s a standard wrestling move where I come from.

JC: Everything looks good and Sarge has it locked in tight. The count…

1…

2…

3!!!!!

Who would believe it? In what looks to be a huge upset in where the rookie was beaten almost the entire match, he pulls this one off with a corkscrew fisherman’s suplex that came from out of nowhere.

The Sergeant rolls away, doubling over and clutching his side. Irishred is quick to his feet and can’t believe it.

MD: The winner of this special TEAM Challenge Match… The Sergeant!

(The crowd pops as “We Right Here” blares once again… Irishred shakes his head and stares at The Sergeant before flashing a smile…)
 

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The first part of the next match happened during the commercial break. Here's what someone sent Dave Meltzer as a recap:

"Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins blares as Molotov awaits in the ring. Dan Ryan steps out onto the stage with a stoic look of determination on his face. Molotov paces like a caged animal and waits as Ryan takes his time getting to the ring. Ryan climbs in and leans against the ropes on one side, still
staring at Molotov the referee offers instructions to both sides.

The referee steps back and the bells rings, although to Molotov's surprise Ryan turns and exits the ring and starts to walk up the ramp. Molotov, looking confused complains to the referee as Ryan approaches the curtain and without even a glance over his shoulder, walks through and out
of sight to thunderous boos from the crowd.

Molotov continues to complain loudly to the ref, but the ref simply begins to administer a ten count. With the crowd booing their lungs out and Victor Molotov seething with anger, the ten count is finally reached and the bell rings declaring Victor Molotov winner by countout.

Back to the broadcast...

JC: I can't believe it! Ryan's just walking out of the arena!

ID: Rubbish! Rubbish I say! This coward needs to stand and fight like a man!

JC: I don't know Duke. I don't think he needs the aggravation of going in there against a guy whose mission it is to injure him. I mean, you saw what he tried to do to Beast last week.

ID: No reason for him to walk out though. Ryan should be proud of his abilities, confident I daresay! Bloody Norah, if I were these fans, I'd demand my hard earned money back!

JC: Hey, stuff happens Duke, I mean, they got a great match between IrishRed and the Sarge, and I'm sure the match between Karl Brown and Mr. Entertainment will be worth it. But I just can't see why Molotov is livid. He got a free pass into the finals.

ID: You don't understand. Molotov wants to cripple all the wankers who stand in his path. Ryan walking away is like him saying "Sod off." I'd be bloody pissed too.

JC: Well, maybe Molotov is going to tell Ryan to sod off himself, cuz he's got a mic, although Ryan is long gone now.

[Molotov taps on the mic.]

VM: How typical. Faced with the choice of being destroyed in battle or living through cowardice, the owner of the Stygian Beast known as EPW chose cowardice. I am not surprised.

[Huge heat.]

VM: He will fall someday, but today's not that day. Unfortunately for you, that doesn't mean you will not witness a dismantling tonight. In fact, I am giving the opportunity for anyone, in the back or in the crowd, to come out and become like a lamb to the slaughter.

JC: A challenge!

ID: This ought to be bloody interesting.

VM: Will no one take this challenge?

JC: I don't know, I don't see anyone taking this up.

ID: Bloody hell, wait a second, look over there.

[Crowd rustling.]

JC: I see him too. Crap, I see him, but who is he?

ID: I don't know, I can't see.

[Guy hops over the barricade. He's stockily built, not fat, but not cut either. Messy brown hair, jeans, sneakers, Jared Wells t-shirt.]

JC: Holy crap... that... I don't know who that is. If he's a wrestler, he's probably just some local guy.

ID: I don't bloody believe it. That fan is off his rocker!

JC: Fan? You think maybe he's a fan? I mean, this is Manhattan and we're early in the card. I cant' see him having more than just a few beers, unless he's a really rich speed drinker.

ID: Or maybe he's just looking for a suit. Call your lawyers, Jess, call them now!

[The fan enters the ring. Molotov eyes him up.]

VM: You... you're going to challenge me? This shall be easier than I thought.

[The fan smirks at him and says "you wanna piece of me?" The ref looks at Jess to see if he should go through with it. Duke is shaking his head no while Jess is cautiously nodding.]

[DING DING DING]

ID: You bloody tosspot, I can't believe you're letting this happen.

JC: Duke, I'm well-insured, and I can stand to lose a little cash if the bastard sues. But this could be huge... what an upset, even bigger than Joe Average over Ken Cloverleaf.

ID: *sighs*

JC: And we're off. Collar and elbow tie-up and Molotov overpowering the kid at first... I don't even know what his name is, Duke.

ID: Don't bloody ask me.

JC: Molotov looks like... wait a second, this kid is fighting back, back to an even vertical base... he has him in a headlock! Side headlock by this kid! This crowd is popping like they just witnessed Michael Manson win the Ultratitle!

ID: Ringer! Ringer!

JC: The kid is wrenching the neck and...

[WHAM!]

JC: And Molotov with the teardrop suplex! That kid just bounced off the canvas like a spiked football! That doesn't look good.

ID: Get your checkbook ready...

JC: [ignoring Duke] Molotov wasting no time, grabbing this kid and... PURIFYING SCOURGE! PURIFYING SCOURGE! He's got him locked in! This kid is tapping right away!

[DING DING DING]

ID: Good Lord, he's not letting go!

JC: C'mon Vic, you proved your point. He tapped, now let him go!

[DING DING DING! DING DING DING!]

JC: Christ, get someone out here! C'mon!

ID: I... usually, I condone his actions, but he's gone too bloody far now.

JC: Duke, finally you talk some sense... oh man, finally, we got some help out here.

[Roving band of security and referees.]

JC: Look at them, trying to pry Vic off... c'mon now! C'mon! Get him off of there!

ID: They're trying, Jesse. They're bloody trying!

JC: Christ, c'mon. This kid... he's probably just here with some friends... FINALLY! Finally, he's off him. Finally some sanity... wait a second!

ID: He's not bloody done yet.

JC: Molotov... grabbing the shirt off this kid's back and...

[SNOOOOOORT]

JC: Ewww.

ID: Bloody hell... he just blew his bloody nose on that kid's shirt.

JC: Disgusting... [Molotov throws the shirt down on the kid.] Folks, we're taking a break here...
 

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JC: Alright, we're back from break, and I still can't believe what happened.

ID: Neither can I, but we can't dwell on that. We have a bloody right match coming up.

JC: Indeed Duke, indeed. This is going to be an interesting match, Duke. Both men are known for taking risks as well as mixing it up on the mat.

ID: It’s still going to be a right old punch-up. Neither man was expected to make it this far, but here we are about to watch what’s going to be a match of the year candidate.

JC: This has all the makings of a classic, but what’s going through the minds of each competitor, especially after that attack we saw at an independent event?

ID: Do I look like a clairvoyant?

JC: Let’s get over to Marvin Darling for the introductions.

MD: This match is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit!

[CUE UP: “That’s Entertainment” by The Jam. A lone spotlight hits the entranceway, waiting for Mr Entertainment]

MD: Hailing from Ashland in Oregon, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty four pounds…

[Mr Entertainment steps out from behind the curtain, arms raised. He starts to walk to the ring with that swagger of his, pretending the boos are really cheers and smiling very irritably at the fans]

MD: He is the self-professed most entertaining man on the planet… MISTER… ENT…ER…TAIN…MENT!!

JC: The fans are really letting him have it!

ID: They don’t know when they’re in the company of a true entertainer! This man would sell out the West End on his own for longer than any production in history!

JC: Maybe, Duke. He went through Promo and Frankie Scott in the earlier rounds before WildStar no-showed, but he’s going to have his hands full tonight.

MD: And the opponent…

[CUE UP: “Rainmaker” by Iron Maiden, as the lights cut out and green and white spotlights flicker throughout the arena]

MD: From Nottingham, England, and weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds… KARL… “THE DRAGON”… BBBBBBRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNN!!

[Brown rushes out from behind the curtain, slapping the hands of some of the fans as he sprints to the ring. He looks over at Mr Entertainment, who’s stepped to the outside, before standing on the second rope to salute the fans]

JC: The crowd here really appreciates Brown, Duke.

ID: Why can’t this man be from somewhere else, like France? I don’t mind seeing Frenchman beat-up, it was a national pastime of ours to do that. He even beat my pick to win the entire tournament but I still don’t know who to root for in this contest.

JC: Mr Entertainment sliding back into the ring, but Brown spots him! Brown pointing at him, telling him the sneak-attack won’t work.

ID: He wasn’t going to do anything, I’m sure.

JC: Right. And I’m German.

ID: Two world wars and one world cup, Jesse. Two world wars and one GLORIOUS world cup.

JC: Duke… the last of those was nineteen sixty six.

ID: And how many World Cups has America won?

JC: Touché. The referee stepping between these two now, and there’s the bell! Brown and Entertainment locking up, and Brown with a quick go-behind and takedown!

ID: You’ll see a lot of great grappling from Brown – Shirley Crabtree, Kendo Nagasaki, Pat Roach, and all the greats would be proud.

JC: Entertainment trying to roll out of it, but Brown keeping the waist-lock applied. Floats over into a side headlock, but Entertainment pulls back out of it! Rolling to his feet, takes Brown down with a hard shoulder tackle! Off the ropes again, Brown on the mat, now with a leapfrog, and a drop-toe-hold on the rebound!

ID: Brown keeps body contact and movement so he can roll into a headlock again. Classic British stylings. I’m getting nostalgic for the days of wrestling on ITV.

JC: So far it’s been pretty much all Brown, but Mr Entertainment fighting to his feet quite quickly here.

ID: He’s an entertainer, and that’s what he’s going to do, Jesse. Keep the people glued to the edge of their seats before putting this one away.

JC: So you’re going with Entertainment over Brown?

ID: … why must Brown be English?

JC: Mr Entertainment back to his feet now, trying to force Brown off the ropes, but the Englishman keeps the hold applied! Entertainment with a shot to the kidneys, but that’s still not enough to loosen Brown’s grip.

ID: We British are pugnacious – being an island nation, we couldn’t rely on anyone other than ourselves for generations.

JC: Entertainment now with another shot to the ribs, and a BIG suplex attempt there, but Brown lands on his feet! Entertainment back to his feet, but he’s taken back down with a nice standing drop-kick from Brown!

ID: And wisely, Mr Entertainment rolls to the outside of the ring. He needs to rethink his game-plan and take Karl off of his; otherwise it’s going to be very difficult for him to win the match.

JC: The fans showing their appreciation for Brown, who’s keeping his eyes on his opponent now. Against Hida Yakamo, Brown flew over the top rope to get the win – do you think he’ll try that here?

ID: Don’t be daft. This early in the match he has no need to. He doesn’t need to take any risks here, so he won’t.

JC: The referee now up to six, but Entertainment rolls back into the ring… and back out? Come on.

ID: Let the man be. He has a strategy in mind – he’s very probably trying to goad Brown into something, which is a smart, smart move if he can pull it off.

JC: Mr Entertainment asking the ref to get Brown away from the ropes, and Brown obliges… HE’S SAT HIMSELF UP ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!

ID: The nerve! He’s actually trying to goad Mr Entertainment, shrugging him off like he’s nothing! Does he not realise he’s facing an American and not a Frenchman?

JC: Well, it seems to be working, as Mr Entertainment is shouting at Brown from the outside now! Brown just sitting there looking at him, and the referee’s at seven, eight, nine

ID: Mr Entertainment just getting back into the ring.

JC: Running over to Brown… straight into the corner as Brown leaps over him! Karl now with a chop to the chest, and an Irish Whip across the ring, and a running clothesline! Brown follows that up with a BIG bulldog takedown, going for the cover…

TWO!

Kickout!

ID: That was close!

JC: Brown now waiting for Mr Entertainment, and connects with a hard right hand! OH COME ON! Mr Entertainment with a thumb to the eye there, and he takes the Dragon down with a combination clothesline leg-sweep!

ID: About time. I knew he was planning something. He’ll show that rapscallion what wrestling is about now.

JC: Mr Entertainment getting to his feet, and he kicks Brown straight in the head! Nothing fancy about that kick, just all sole straight to the jaw, as he’s using the time to catch his breath after the beating Brown was giving him until just moments ago! Brown trying to get up again, but he gets taken down with an arm-drag, and Mr Entertainment plants the knee squarely across the shoulder of the Englishman.

ID: A very smart strategy. Notice he’s going after Brown’s stronger arm, his right arm? He knows that he uses that arm to lift his opponents for the Dragon’s Bite, so not only is he hurting Brown, he is actually safeguarding himself against possible attack.

JC: Mr Entertainment with Brown up by the arm, wringing the arm and snapping it down! Wrings the arm again, and drops the elbow straight across it! Mr Entertainment not living up to his moniker right now, but he’s being effective.

ID: Too right. After the beating he was taking he’s slowing the pace down. He sends Brown into the corner now, and charges in with a shoulder to the gut.

JC: Mr Entertainment now taking the right arm again… COME ON REF!! He’s stretching it over the rope!

ID: He’ll only get disqualified if he holds onto it for a count of five, and he just let go, did he not?

JC: It’s not in the spirit of competition, Duke, and you know it!

ID: No, but it is entertaining.

JC: Entertainment goes back to that hold, and again he breaks it before the count of five. Pulling Brown out of the corner AND HE DRIVES HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE RING-POST SHOULDER FIRST! KARL BROWN’S SHOULDER MIGHT BE SEPARATED!!

ID: And ever the entertainer, he knows he has the advantage and is using it to play with the crowd.

JC: This is ridiculous – he’s blatantly cheating! Is this the only way he can beat Brown?

ID: If it were cheating, the referee would have disqualified him.

JC: Mr Entertainment picking Brown off the canvas now, and a snap-suplex there! The way that lands, it hurts the back, the neck, and more importantly right now, the shoulders.

ID: It certainly is not going to be easy for Karl to win the match if he is unable to get some of his own offence in.

JC: Entertainment with Brown back up, and he takes him down with a quick arm-drag, hooking the arm now and adding a lot of torque to the shoulder.

ID: But Brown showing the same tenacity as a bulldog, quickly rolling backwards to get back to his feet. He still hasn’t gotten out of the hold, but he’s alleviated some of the pressure, and forced Mr Entertainment to his feet as well.

JC: Brown with a palm pushing back the head of Mr Entertainment, forcing him back to the ropes. The referee calling for the break, but Brown with an Irish Whip! Entertainment on the rebound but Brown connects with a NICE standing drop-kick, making sure to land on his left hand side.

ID: Smart move.

JC: Mr Entertainment back up quickly, but he’s taken down by an overhead arm-drag there. Brown starting to build some momentum, as he takes Mr Entertainment down with a beautiful sidewalk slam there as he rushed in!

ID: Going for the cover

One

Two

Kickout by Mr Entertainment, and this match has swung again.

JC: It has for now, Duke. Brown waiting for Mr Entertainment OUCH!

ID: Neither Kung Fu nor Kendo Nagasaki could have done that any better!

JC: Karl Brown just showed off his martial arts skill there with a spinning sidekick which took Mr Entertainment down and rolling to the outside! He measured him well there, and if that didn’t break some ribs… I don’t know what I am.

ID: A ragamuffin?

JC: I have no idea what you’re saying.

ID: That’s because I speak English, and you speak American.

JC: They’re the same… never mind. Brown now waiting by the ropes for Mr Entertainment to get to his feet… VAULTS OVER!!

ID: MISSES!!

JC: KARL BROWN TOOK A RISK AND HITS THE OUTSIDE HARD!

ID: He did not need to take that risk. He was building some momentum, and he makes a rookie mistake, letting the adrenaline get the better of him.

JC: That’s not the first time he’s done that, nor will it be the last if I know wrestling, but that move may be the major opening Mr Entertainment needs to put this one away! Mr Entertainment picking Brown up, sending him straight into the steel steps! He’s holding his ribs and he looks winded, but he managed to send Brown in with such force the steps moved.

ID: He’s going to have to take his time for a few moments to get the air back into his lungs. That kick was bloody powerful.

JC: Mr Entertainment with Brown up, as the referee steps to the outside! Mr Entertainment with a knee to the ribs, and he tosses Brown against the guard rail. The referee could count out both men here!

ID: Moron. If he did that, there wouldn’t be a final. We need this match to be decided one way or the other.

JC: I was just saying. Mr Entertainment with a chop across the chest there, picking Brown up… SNAKEEYES onto the railing! And the crowd are really letting him have it now.

ID: Peons.

JC: Mr Entertainment taunting the crowd, as he picks Brown up again. Hoists him onto his shoulder, walking him over AND JAVELINS HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST! Mr Entertainment with a powerslam follow up. This makes me sick.

ID: I’ll have to agree with you. This is not strictly by the letter of the law, even though it has given him a tremendous advantage.

JC: Mr Entertainment leaving Brown on the floor as he steps up onto the apron. The referee checking Brown… what’s Mr Entertainment doing?

ID: Telling the referee to get out of the way.

JC: The referee moves OH MY GOD! MR ENTERTAINMENT WITH A FOUR-FIFTY SPLASH FROM THE APRON!!

ID: Bloody hell. Bloo-dy hell.

JC: The Duke’s near speechless, as the crowd is on its feet! Mr Entertainment with an insane move, and I don’t know who came off worse there. Brown took a huge splash there, but Mr Entertainment is holding his ribs on the outside!

ID: Both men are taking risks they don’t need to. They’re going to be lucky to make it from tonight in one piece.

JC: The referee checking both men, as Mr Entertainment is pulling himself up using the ring apron! Brown starting to move, but he’s kicked back down. Mr Entertainment picking Brown up, rolling him back into the ring. The cover

TWO!!

THKICKOUT! Brown getting the shoulder up there, as it looks like Mr Entertainment took too long to get to is feet just moments ago. Mr Entertainment going back to basics, using a rear-chin-lock now, making the Dragon carry his weight.

ID: It’s a smart move if you’re Mr Entertainment – those ribs look to still be bothering him, so any chance for a rest is good. This makes things bad for Brown though, as that splash on the outside, combined with the punishment his shoulder has been taking, makes it highly unlikely he’ll be able to retaliate any time soon.

JC: Mr Entertainment laying Brown out on the canvas now, which makes this hold hurt a lot more. That added weight pushing down on the veins and arteries of the neck increases the chance of picking up the win.

ID: Brown mouthing that he’s not ready to submit yet – showing true British spirit in there.

JC: The referee checking Brown AND MR ENTERTAINMENT WITH HIS FEET ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

ID: But he gets his feet off the rope before the referee looks up. I know some people have very unsavoury things to say about him, but he is smart in the ring.

JC: The referee checking Brown again AND AGAIN MR ENTERTAINMENT WITH HIS FEET ON THE ROPE!

ID: A lot of people wonder what leverage that gives – it gives your body a higher angle, meaning you can put more weight on your opponent.

JC: The referee asking Mr Entertainment if he’s using the ropes.

ID: Bloody daft thing to ask – is he really going to say “Yes, I’m cheating – disqualify me”?

JC: I doubt it Duke, but he should be disqualified for cheating the way he has done.

ID: If Brown were a true Brit though, he wouldn’t take the victory that way.

JC: Maybe not, but someone needs to do something as Mr Entertainment AGAIN flouting the rules! He gets off the ropes just before the referee spots him, and he’s shaking his head again, saying he wasn’t doing anything!

ID: The referee now checking Brown, who looks like he’s passed out.

JC: Raising the arm… it drops.

ID: Come on…

JC: Lifts it again… drops again! One more and it’s all over!

ID: Come on…

JC: The ref lifting Brown’s arm again… it DOESN’T DROP! Karl Brown stops his arm JUST before it hits the canvas and clenches a fist to let the ref know he’s still in it! Mr Entertainment can’t believe it!

ID: YES!!

JC: Just who are you rooting for, Duke?

ID: I gave up rooting for either, it was too precocious to choose either man.

JC: Mr Entertainment now releasing the hold, and he can’t believe Brown’s still in this thing! Picking him up by the hair, and shades of Arn Anderson there

ID: And Pat Roach.

JC: as he slams Brown down whilst holding him in a hammerlock-like technique. Going for the cover…

TWO!!

NO!! Brown STILL manages to hang in there! Mr Entertainment picking Brown up by the hair, sending him hard into the corner now. Charging in, shoulder straight to the gut!! Turning Brown around, he hoists him to the top rope – could this be a superplex?

ID: It looks that way. But why’s he shouting “Time to see how you like it?”

JC: I don’t know, but I think we’re about to find out! Mr Entertainment trying to hook the arms, but Brown with an elbow to the jaw! And another! Mr Entertainment rocking… BROWN WITH A BACKWARDS HEADBUTT TAKES HIM DOWN!! Brown trying to steady himself on the top rope as Mr Entertainment gets to his feet…

ID: BLOODY HELL’S TEETH!!

JC: BROWN JUST TOOK HIM DOWN WITH A DDT!! SOMEHOW he managed to come off with a back somersault, hooked Mr Entertainment on the way, and scored a DDT!!!

[the crowd starts to chant, some going “HO-LY-****!”, others going “DRA-GON! DRAGON!”, whilst some more chant “WE LOVE TEAM! WE LOVE TEAM!”]

ID: The audience is certainly showing some appreciation for that move, and it may have won him the match if he had the presence of mind left to make the cover! After several minutes of punishment after that bonkers vault to the outside, it’s another high risk move that gives him the rest he needs!

JC: The referee checking Mr Entertainment now, who looks like he’s unconscious after that one! Starting the ten count, and both men are down!

ID: I don’t care what anyone says – these two deserve to be here tonight. Brown is showing how pugnacious he can be, and Mr Entertainment has put on a bloody good showing so far as well!

JC: The referee up to four now, as neither man is starting to move!

Crowd: FIVE!!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

JC: Mr Entertainment starting to move, as Brown starts to roll to one side!

Crowd: EIGHT!!

ID: He’s using the ropes! COME ON LAD!

JC: NINE…

BROWN’S UP TO HIS FEET! The referee stops the count as Mr Entertainment gets to one knee as well, and both men are groggy as the crowd goes wild!!

ID: But it’s Mr Entertainment who is the first to make a move, coming in with a running clothesline.

JC: CRUCIFIX!! Brown with the pin

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!! Mr Entertainment kicks out just in time there as Brown surprised him with the crucifix!

ID: Mr Entertainment has to be careful not to let his temper get the best of him.

JC: Mr Entertainment up quickly, charging in again, but Brown takes him down with a back body drop! Brown starting to build some momentum, as he scores with a knee to the face! Picking the man from Oregon up, a hard right hand!

ID: The Dragon with an Irish whip on Mr Entertainment, sending him into the buckle. Charges in

JC: MISSES! Mr Entertainment moves out of the way, and a side-Russian leg-sweep takes the Englishman down!

ID: I have a bad feeling this match is coming to an end soon.

JC: It might very well be, as Mr Entertainment now climbing the turnbuckle. Trying to steady himself on the top rope, he’s signalling it’s over! He has his back turned, could this be a moonsault?

ID: He’s taking too much time.

JC: Mr Entertainment steadying himself… BROWN GETS TO HIS FEET! THE DRAGON JUST CROTCHED HIM ON THE TOP ROPE!!

ID: And he’s going up there himself!!

JC: Karl Brown now sitting standing on the second rope, hooking the arms of Mr Entertainment – and he’s taunting him! Brown shouting something about “This is how you do it”… what’s he planning…

ID: COME ON MY SON!!

[The crowd burst out in another “HOLY-****!” chant, as Brown takes Mr Entertainment down with a tiger-suplex from the second rope!]

JC: OH MY GAWD!! BROWN WITH AN INSANE SUPLEX THERE!! That HAS to be it!!

ID: Slowly crawling over to make the cover, he drapes an arm over Mr Entertainment

One…

TWO!!

THRNO!!! THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!!

JC: Mr Entertainment gets his arm up there, as Brown must have taken a lot out of himself with that suplex! He took a long time to crawl into the cover, and couldn’t hook the leg or do more than place an arm across! I’ve seen him use that move before, but it’s a helluva lot more impressive live!!

ID: Both men getting to their feet. Mr Entertainment is holding the back of his neck, whilst Brown looks like he hurt his shoulder again! Both men look like they’ve had a few too many halves down the pub, they’re almost legless in there.

JC: Mr Entertainment throws a punch – Brown retaliates. Another punch, and another retaliation! Mr Entertainment now with a kick to the gut, shutting down the comeback with a DDT! The cover…

TWO!!!

THNO!! NO NO NO!! BROWN BARELY GETS THE LEFT SHOULDER UP!! Hd Mr Entertainment covered from the other side, I don’t think Brown had enough strength to get the right shoulder up!

ID: Whoever wins this match will have a very good chance of winning the entire tournament! Not just because they’ll be in the final, but because they’ve both shown a lot of tenacity. It makes one proud to be a part of this industry!

JC: Mr Entertainment now with Brown up by the hair, Irish whip off the ropes… STUN-GUN!! He hooks the waist of Brown… THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!!

ID: BUT HE DIDN’T HOLD ON TO IT!!

JC: SOMEHOW Brown got his hands in the way, meaning that though he was taken over, Mr Entertainment couldn’t hold on and it became a release suplex!! And I think the weight of Brown during the backwards roll hurt Mr Entertainment’s ribs or neck, he’s moving very slowly!!

ID: One more big move and that will be it.

JC: Mr Entertainment not bothering to go for the cover here! Might be a mistake, but he picks Brown up anyways! A knee to the gut, and he picks up the smaller man. Slams him down with authority near the corner, and he’s going up top again!

ID: He does not need to take this risk.

JC: If it pays off, this’ll be it! He’s steadying himself… SHOOTING ENTERTAINMENT!!

ID: NO!! BROWN MOVED AND HE’S HOLDING HIM IN A CRUCIFX!!

JC: ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!! KARL BROWN HAS DONE IT!!

ID: YES!!

[sfx: dingdingdingding]

MD: Th’ winner of the match… and FINALIST of the TEAM Invitational Tournament… KAAAARRRRRLLLL… THE DRAGON… BBRRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!!

JC: Mr Entertainment went for the risk one time too many there!

ID: He made a rookie mistake, but take nothing away from him, he gave Brown a rough ride, and was bloody unlucky to get pinned there. I still don’t know how that happened!

JC: Can we get a replay?

[A replay appears on screen, showing Mr Entertainment come off the top turnbuckle. As he does so, Brown can be seen moving himself across the ring, and as Mr Entertainment goes through the rotation, Brown rolls onto his left-hand side, hooking the arms of Mr Entertainment as he makes contact and holding him for the cover]

ID: Bloody Nora… I’m speechless.

JC: I don’t think we need any words to describe the athletic display these two have put on for us. No words except I can't friggin' wait until we get to the finals! Molotov! Brown! I can't believe it!

ID: Should be a bloody good match, Jess.

JC: I'm... damn, for the Duke and everyone here at TEAM... good night and tune in to the final card... Victor Molotov, Karl Brown... good night!
 

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