Anarchy 52 Results

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Backstage at the security control room, Gabriel Tuck is sitting with his feet up by the wall of videos that show all of the security cameras onsite. He's drinking a beer while Sticky the Clown is actively watching the screens.

GABRIEL TUCK: You know what?

STICKY: What?

GABRIEL TUCK: I'm going to wipe the floor with that Hank come Shadow Wars. If he thinks that he's going to take my cush job, he has another-

The door to the room opens up to reveal Esmeralda von Krauss. She walks into the room, looking down on Gabriel and Sticky. Gabriel drinks a little more of his beer before looking to her.

GABRIEL TUCK: What?

Esmeralda gives a look of disgust to the pair before lighting up an Egyptian cigarette in her foot long holder.

ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: I have a list of missing stars who haven't shown up to the arena yet. I don't care about most of them, but-

GABRIEL TUCK: Then what's the fucking problem? Cancel their matches and move on with life.

Esmeralda shoves Gabriel’s foot off of the countertop, making him sit up right.

ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: Das verdammte Problem ist, dass du ein Idiot bist.

GABRIEL TUCK: I don't speak German?

ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: The problem is that there has been no sign of Shane Mitchell! I need you to find him! He hasn't been seen since the end of Night of Champions when Kintaru buried him under the scaffolding.

Gabriel finishes his beer and tosses it into a can.

GABRIEL TUCK: I was a location scout before. I found locations and not people. I'm the head of security now. Still not finding people.

ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: You will do everything that you can to find me my World champion or I will have you skinned alive and the skin sent up a flagpole!

GABRIEL TUCK: Fine! Fine! Fine! I'll see what I can do about tracking down your precious World champion. I'm going to make some phone calls.

Esmeralda narrows her eyes as Gabriel rolls his chair to the computer desk to look up the info on where the Night of Champions was held.

ESMERALDA VON KRAUSS: See that you do.

Esmeralda walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. Gabriel picks up the phone and dials.

GABRIEL TUCK: Hey, this is Gabriel Tuck with Riot Star Wrestling. I need the head of security. Yes, I'll hold.

Gabriel looks to Sticky with sigh.

GABRIEL TUCK: This is going to be one long night. Fuck you, don't be smiling.

We go down to ringside where sit Joseph Greer and Tommy Onions. They look at each other and to the camera in shock.

TOMMY ONIONS: Esmeralda showing Gabriel who the boss is!

JOSEPH GREER: That's what you got out of that?

TOMMY ONIONS: What else am I supposed to get out of that?

JOSEPH GREER: That there are several stars missing from tonight's show and that Esmeralda is focused on finding Shane Mitchell? Who's all missing? Where could Shane Mitchell be?

TOMMY ONIONS: Oh that! Gosh, I don't know. Hell, I don't even know where Night of Champions was held? I mean, we were there, but I forget where we were. I wonder if a lot of stars are missing, what does that mean for tonight's show?

JOSEPH GREER: I could only guess that some of the matches are either going to be countout wins or totally cancelled. Let's go down to the ring and see who shows up for the opening match of the night. Shall we?

TOMMY ONIONS: Yes, let’s do just that.

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BOB MOONEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger at four hundred pounds...the Ultimate Destroyer!

Air raid and police sirens blare out as Ultimate Destroyer walks out from the back. He looks around at the crowd, mad with rage as if his glare could destroy. He bolts for the ring, stepping over the ropes. He paces around the ring, causing Shawna Savate to quickly exit the ring and Bob Mooney looks nervous as Ultimate Destroyer eyeballs him as a possible target of his aggression.

TOMMY ONIONS: I'm surprised that Shawna even agreed to ref this match. I know I wouldn't.

JOSEPH GREER: She didn't want to put another referee in danger.

TOMMY ONIONS: How noble. I would totally make Rob Hill do it.

BOB MOONEY: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds...Raymond T Starr!

“Beyond Repair” by We Were Sharks begins playing as Raymond T Starr walks out from the back to the cheering of the crowd. He smiles at fans, making his way down to the ring.

TOMMY ONIONS: Why are the fans cheering for this dude? Who is he?

JOSEPH GREER: Fans might have recognized him from years before. He was a famous young wrestler for a bit before he hurt himself.

TOMMY ONIONS: Well, I don't know him.

Raymond rolls into the ring where he immediately has to dodge a bull charge by Ultimate Destroyer. Raymond turns around as Ultimate Destroyer rebounds off of the ropes and comes back at Raymond with a lariat. Raymond ducks down and brings the monster down with a drop toe hold. He switches to an ankle lock, applying the leverage. Ultimate Destroyer screams his anger at being laid low, shaking his head when Shawna asks him if he wants to submit.

Ultimate Destroyer stretches his leg, flinging Raymond off like a tick. He hops to his feet, but Raymond is there first. He hits the giant with a drop kick, staggering him back a step. A second drop kick sends him back to the ropes. A third drop kick sends Ultimate Destroyer backwards over the top rope to the concrete floor below!

TOMMY ONIONS: Don't look now, but Ultimate Destroyer is right in front of us. Freeze! Maybe his eyesight is like a T-Rex!

JOSEPH GREER: You think that he can only sense movement? How crazy are you?

Ultimate Destroyer stands up, breathing heavily through his nose as he glares at Joseph and Tommy with something akin to hate. The commentary team, for their part, remain completely still.

Ultimate Destroyer turns around at just the right moment as Raymond T Starr does a suicide dive over the ropes. He is caught and power slammed onto the concrete floor!

TOMMY ONIONS: Jesus H Christ! I think that loosened some freaking teeth!

JOSEPH GREER: That certainly looks like it might have broken Raymond.

Ultimate Destroyer stands up, pulling Raymond up like a rag doll. He is about to toss the man like a lawn dart when Raymond hits a jawbreaker! Raymond rolls into the ring and back out again to reset the count, though Shawna hasn't actually started counting as she passively watches from inside of the ring.

Raymond grabs Ultimate Destroyer with a side headlock. He begins the motion for a bulldog, but instead is lifted high into the air. It looks like it could be an atomic drop, but instead powerslammed onto his butt!

TOMMY ONIONS: I think Raymond is going to be about a foot shorter after this match.

JOSEPH GREER: That was just sheer power!

Ultimate Destroyer pulls Raymond up and tosses him over the ropes and back into the ring before following himself. He stomps Raymond’s chest and begins to climb to the top rope?

TOMMY ONIONS: What is he doing? Is he mad?

JOSEPH GREER: I think we know the answer to that question.

Ultimate Destroyer gets himself steadied, but Raymond is up quickly and drills Destroyer in the knee cap to get him to fall and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle! Raymond climbs to the middle rope and begins wailing on Destroyer as the crowd counts along!

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Raymond hops down and backs away, expecting to be yelled at by Shawna. She just watches Ultimate Destroyer. He looks at her, she looks at him like “What?”.

Ultimate Destroyer steps over the ropes and into the ring. Raymond charges in to hit a spear to Destroyer’s kneecap when Ultimate Destroyer punt kicks him straight in the face! Blood sprays from his nose as Raymond is knocked backwards toward the center of the ring.

JOSEPH GREER: That was a heck of a kick!

TOMMY ONIONS: Field goal!

Ultimate Destroyer picks Raymond up, going for a choke slam, but Raymond falls to his knees instead. Ultimate Destroyer bends down to pick him up and is pulled into a small package!

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TOMMY ONIONS: Is it me or was that count a little on the fast side?

JOSEPH GREER: I think so.

Shawna Savate rolls out of the ring as Bob Mooney stands up where he's at.

BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via pinfall...Raymond T Starr!

Raymond rolls out of the ring while Ultimate Destroyer roars his anger at the entire world.

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BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger...Eoin O’Rourke!

“Whiskey and Ritalin” by Fair to Midland begins playing, but no one comes out.

JOSEPH GREER: Where is Eoin?

TOMMY ONIONS: I have no idea. Do I look like I know anything? Don't answer that.

“Whiskey and Ritalin” by Fair to Midland begins again, but still no one comes out.

BOB MOONEY: And his opponent...Steve Murdock!

“Lunatic Fringe” by Red Rider begins playing as Steve Murdock appears from the back with his kendo stick on his shoulder. He rubs a hand over his newly shorn head before making his way down to the ring.

TOMMY ONIONS: I heard that Ultimate Destroyer gave Steve Murdock lice. Pity that he had to shave.

JOSEPH GREER: Wouldn't he have had to shave the beard too?

TOMMY ONIONS: Details!

Without an opponent in the ring for Steve to face, the ref begins to count.

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The RioTron flickers to life before the ref can signal for the bell. It reveals Eoin and Elizabeth O’Rourke standing in front of a flagpole somewhere other than the arena.

EOIN O’ROURKE: Sorry about the being missing, but I wasn't about to have my wife deal with the pervert that is Joe Beb in the ring again. Brian Hendricks be damned. Esmeralda Von Krauss be damned. Honey?

Eoin and Elizabeth separate to reveal a naked Joe Beb that is duct taped to the flagpole. His elephantine penis is the only thing covered by its sock and ace bandaging. His mouth is also covered so that he cannot speak.

EOIN O’ROURKE: Needless to say the three of us won't be making our matches tonight. Oh and have fun trying to find Joe Beb…

The RioTron fades to black. This time, the ref signals for the bell.

BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via count out...Steve Murdock!

TOMMY ONIONS: So I'm guessing that Apathy against Joe Beb also will not be happening tonight.

JOSEPH GREER: You think? I wonder if Gabriel Tuck is going to be charged with finding Joe Beb?

TOMMY ONIONS: After he finds Shane Mitchell that is.

JOSEPH GREER: Well, this does explain where some of the missing people have gone.

TOMMY ONIONS: Very good, Sherlock.

JOSEPH GREER: You don't have to be a butt about it.

TOMMY ONIONS: I do. I really do.

JOSEPH GREER: We’re going to take a break and get back to the action.

TOMMY ONIONS: If there is any action.

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BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger...Marcus Anderson!

“Loser Like Me” by Pink begins playing as Marcus Anderson comes out from the back to the cheering of the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, smiling and waving at fans as he goes. He rolls into the ring and begins testing the ropes as he watches for his opponent.

TOMMY ONIONS: Marcus had crushed Andi Snow in his last outing. How much you wanna bet he's going to do it again?

JOSEPH GREER: Andi was distracted by the health of her sister. Dexter won't be so held back.

TOMMY ONIONS: So...fifty bucks?

JOSEPH GREER: Fine.

BOB MOONEY: And his opponent...Dexter Payne!

“Headstone” by Whiskey Myers begins playing, introducing Dexter Payne. He steps out onto the entrance stage to the mixed reaction from the crowd. He shakes his head and walks down to the ring.

TOMMY ONIONS: Dexter looks distracted. Like he's not really here.

JOSEPH GREER: I'm sure it's your imagination. The winner of this match will go on to face Shane Mitchell for the World title at Shadow Wars. He has to be present to win!

Marcus greets Dexter as the bell rings with a collar-elbow lockup that he converts to a side headlock. He quickly converts that into a headlock driver! He mounts Dexter and lays into him with lefts and rights before Shawna yells at him to get off.

Marcus gets up, grabs the rising Dexter, and hits a slingshot brainbuster! Marcus jumps up and stomps Dexter right in the forehead a few times before pulling him up into a fireman’s carry and falling to his side to land Dexter on his head yet again.

JOSEPH GREER: What the heck?

TOMMY ONIONS: I can smell the money, man. Smell it!

Marcus pulls Dexter up and hits a lifting reverse sto! He goes for the pinfall!

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BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match and number one contender to the World title...Marcus Anderson!

TOMMY ONIONS: Pay up!

JOSEPH GREER: Well...shit.

TOMMY ONIONS: Language, mother fucker. Language!

Marcus Anderson celebrates his quick win in the ring as the show goes to commercial.

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Backstage, Gabriel Tuck is still sitting at the security desk. After calling the XHF Network Arena in Minneapolis, he has been calling all of the local hospitals to see where Shane Mitchell had been sent to after his match went horribly wrong.

GABRIEL TUCK: What? Shane Mitchell was there? Treated and released? Who was he released to? Oh come on! He couldn't have just walked out. He's the fucking World champion for my comp, that is my employer. Of course we have a right to know. Fuck you!

Gabriel hangs up the phone and leans back in his chair with a sigh. Sticky sits in the room as well, watching the monitors. He clicks a button on the walkie at his shoulder.

STICKY: Got a drunk patron trying to buy more booze and getting belligerent when being cut off. At Jake’s stall. He he he, take care of it.

HE HE HE: Ha ha ha ha kill him?

STICKY: Just scare him and get him to back down.

Sticky goes back to monitoring while Gabriel cracks open a beer. He drinks nearly half of it before setting it down.

GABRIEL TUCK: So I got where he went to the hospital. He was released under his own power. I called his compound, some guy who said his name was Total Mopper answered the phone and said that Shane hadn’t come back home since the show. Maybe he's with Ellie.

STICKY: Who is Ellie?

GABRIEL TUCK: I think she’s his kid or something. Kintaru had kidnapped her. See? I know a little bit about the roster. I'm good chief of security! Fuck Hank! Fuck Esmeralda!

STICKY: You did at least once.

GABRIEL TUCK: I never fucked Hank!

Sticky raises an eyebrow as Gabriel finishes the beer and throws the empty can at him.

GABRIEL TUCK: Don't say that out loud! I know Armand is in prison and shit, but he could find out.

Sticky looks meaningfully at the camera before looking back to Gabriel.

STICKY: So...what next? You ain't gunna find Shane by the end of the show.

GABRIEL TUCK: I'm going to go to Minneapolis and try to trace his steps from the hospital. Hold the fort.

Gabriel lights a cigarette, standing up with a sigh.

GABRIEL TUCK: When Esmeralda asks, tell her I'm doing my fucking job. Tell her to move Marcus against Dexter to the main event instead.

STICKY: That match already happened.

GABRIEL TUCK: Aaah fuck. Then Cobra Kid against Mila Rader as the main event.

STICKY: Mila Rader isn't here yet. That match may not even happen.

Gabriel flicks ashes onto the floor, blinking at Sticky.

GABRIEL TUCK: Well, mother fuck! Do I look like a fucking promoter? Let Brian Hendricks handle that shit. That is what Esmeralda hired him for. I'll have Shane found by Shadow Wars.

Gabriel Tuck exits the room with another curse. Sticky breathes in deep, sighs, and goes back to watching the monitors. He watches as He He He kicks the ass of the drunken guy.

STICKY: He He He, remember. No killing!

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Backstage at the office of RSW General Manager, Brian Hendricks, he is sitting at his desk with Pequeno Dinosaurio and Martin Montana in front of him.

BRIAN HENDRICKS: So...so...it's like this. I called you guys here to take over the main event. Shane is missing, Mila is missing. I need you guys to hold down the fort. Your match has been moved to the end of the night.

PEQUENO DINOSAURIO: That's alright with me.

MARTIN MONTANA: Are you certain that those aliens didn't work to change your mind so they can get to me easier?

PEQUENO DINOSAURIO: Aliens?

BRIAN HENDRICKS: Moving on. So I can count on you two to put on a great match to finish the show with?

PEQUENO DINOSAURIO: Of course.

MARTIN MONTANA: YOU’RE WITH THEM. AIN’T YOU? I WON’T BE TAKEN AGAIN!

Martin bolts out through the door to the office and down the hallway. Pequeno watches the door curiously and then back to Brian.

PEQUENO DINOSAURIO: Is he alright?

Brian just waves Pequeno off with a “Pffft”.

BRIAN HENDRICKS: Fuck that guy. Just kick his ass tonight. Try to not let his crazy rub off on you.

PEQUENO DINOSAURIO: I will do my very best, sir. Thank you.

Pequeno walks out through the door, closing it behind him politely. Brian shakes his head, searching through some drawers.

BRIAN HENDRICKS: They should have left some booze in here someplace.

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DING DING DING!!!


BOB MOONEY: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently in the ring…. THE HANGMAN!!!


JOSEPH GREER: Looks like we have an impromptu match added here.


TOMMY ONIONS: That’s it, they’ve officially lost it in the back, who getting fired this week?


BOB MOONEY: AND HIS OPPONENT…. From Gloucester, Masachusetts!!!


“YOU KNOW WHERE THE FUCK YOU ARE???!!!!!”


JOSEPH GREER: Ohhhhh man! Chicago is in for a treat!


The crowd goes absolutely nuts.


“YOU’RE IN THE JUNGLE BABY! WAKE UP! TIME TO DIEEEEEEEEEEE!”


“Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses begins blaring over the arena sound system and pyro shoots off at the entrance as Jaguar runs out onto the stage.


BOB MOONEY: Weighing in at 265 pounds…..JAGUARRRRRR!!!!!!


JOSEPH GREER: For two events in a row, another appearance by the legendary Jaguar!!! And it looks like he’s going to have a match!


TOMMY ONIONS: Gotta keep that ego in tact, I see.


Jaguar runs to each side of the stage getting the crowd all fired up, roaring at the fans in classic fashion. He reaches back to the center of the stage about to walk down the ramp, when suddenly Rob Riot runs out the entrance with a steel chair!


THWACK!!!!


Riot swings the chair, full throttle, and absolutely labels Jaguar across the back, sending him down to his hands and knees. The crowd just goes silent in disbelief.


TOMMY ONIONS: God damn!


JOSEPH GREER: What in the world! Rob Riot with a steel chair across the back of Jaguar! What is the meaning of this?! I understand these two have agreed to a third match in the near future, but why this?!


Riot looks down at the wounded Jaguar, with a green on his face. He then looks up at the crowd, who is literally stunned, then he turns around to walk back to the backstage area.


JOSEPH GREER: Obviously sending a messa-


Riot then pivots quickly, turning around, lifts the chair above his head high and drops another massive chair shot over the back of Jaguar’s head, knocking him completely out cold.


TOMMY ONIONS: CTE CITY!!!!


JOSEPH GREER: Okay, that is enough! What was a friendly jousting of competition between two long time superstars has just been thrown out the window and become extremely personal!


TOMMY ONIONS: This has always been personal for Riot! He put Jaguar into retirement, and that idiot didn’t live up to his word!


JOSEPH GREER: Well, that chair shot may have just sent him right back into retirement.


Riot drops the chair, this time, doesn’t even acknowledge the crowd, and walks to the backstage area, crossing path with several RSW officials and medical staff who immediately tend to the unconscious Jaguar.


JOSPEH GREER: Our medical team is going to check on Jaguar here, folks. We’ll be right back.

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BOB MOONEY: The following bout is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first, from parts unknown...the Cobra Kid!

Cobra by Hardwell begins playing as the Cobra Kid makes his way out from the back. He snaps off a couple of playful strikes in the air before making his way down to the ring. He stops from time to time to act like he's going to jump out at the crowd, who laugh at him.

TOMMY ONIONS: Is this guy for real? He looks like a snake cosplay or some shit. Is he like a luchador guy?

JOSEPH GREER: I think he's a martial arts guy. Like the Karate Kid?

TOMMY ONIONS: Kobra Kai? Little too on the nose?

BOB MOONEY: And his opponent...the Anarchy and Legacy champions...Mila Rader!

'Bubble, Pop, Electric' By Gwen Stefani begins playing, but there is no Mila Rader coming out from the back.

JOSEPH GREER: Another missing star? Where's this one?

TOMMY ONIONS: Do I look like Veronica Mars? I don't know.

JOSEPH GREER: Who is that? Nevermind.

'Bubble, Pop, Electric' By Gwen Stefani begins playing again, but no Mila Rader coming out. With no opponent coming out, Shawna Savate begins counting her out.

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BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via count out...the Cobra Kid!

The Cobra Kid jumps around the ring with his arms in the air like he had just won the lottery.

TOMMY ONIONS: What's going on here? This kid didn't win anything really.

JOSEPH GREER: I guess he sort of did just win.

TOMMY ONIONS: Where does Esmeralda find these people?

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A Riot Star Wrestling camera crew finds themselves zooming through the halls, in search for the missing Mila Rader. Among the many in the hallways, she is not to be found and so it is decided to travel to her locker room. Once the crew arrives, they find that a few men and women are already there, each one wearing a uniform, the Federal Bureau of Investigation. We stop for a moment to soak in the weight of the moment. One of the those in the FBI attire knocks calmly on the door asking for Mila by name. There is no answer.

The leader gives a nod and the biggest of the five kicks in the door. Inside is not at all what they were expecting, The entire room is lit with candles and there is a single word on the mirror, 'nGw'. At first glace and fitting with the entire room, you would think it it were blood but, moving closer, it is proven to be red lipstick. Surrounding the mirror was vines of roses and more candles. What had Mila Rader been up to in this room? It was a mystery and what could nGw stand for? It had to be something, right?

The entire fivesome of investigators began their work. They began collecting forensics and began to analyze the entirety of the room. In trying to turn on the lights, they found that it was not possible. No blood in sight or anything but, a room that sent shivers up one's spine. And then someone discovered the bathroom. It was darker than any other spot in the area, the shower left running as a bloated and pale male body lied there. "Sir?" One of the female's question as the leader entered the room and covered his mouth.

"Damn it." He said out loud and looked to the camera. "I need to see who is in charge of this place. This wrestling company." He said, his voice tense and frustrated. "How did you know to come here?" Someone behind the camera questioned. He took a deep sigh, closing his eyes and then opening them. "We received an anonymous tip that we needed to come to the event today and see a Mila Rader. That's all the information we were given. About an hour ago, one of mine was slipped a note among the RSW crowd and it brought us to this room. Now we have a -"

As he attempted to continue, he was interrupted by one of his in the kitchen area, a refrigerator open and a glove on her hand, she pulled an object out, a mask. Babydoll like and with a smear of blood on it. She showed it to him and he took it in his hands. With a look of terror and worry in his eyes, he looked to the female. They both lingered for a few moments and then he looked to the RSW camera. "What in the hell is going on here? There's more to this and I will find out."

The camera fades to black.

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BOB MOONEY: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first, hailing from Mexico City...Pequeno Dinosaurio!

BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!

BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM! BOOM!

’Walk the Dinosaur’ by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.

Practically slithering through the curtain, Pequeño Dinosaurio is welcomed to a modest cheer for the brightly coloured rookie técnico!

Dark green scaled scaled boots lead to a slight fade as his tights approach his waist.

TOMMY ONIONS: Welcome to the real main event of the evening! Since Shane and Mila are both missing, we are left with this.

JOSEPH GREER: That is what Brian Hendricks told the pair. That they would be moved to the main event, because of circumstances.

TOMMY ONIONS: So crazy that so many stars have gone missing tonight. Like they know that something is up?

JOSEPH GREER: What would be up?

TOMMY ONIONS: They know that Shane is missing and they don't have to come in? Fuck, I don't know.

BOB MOONEY: And his opponent...Martin Montana!

The X Files theme begins playing as Martin Montana walks out from the back. He looks high and low after coming out from behind the curtains to make sure...well to make sure that he isn't being taken again. He makes his way down to the ring to a mixed reaction. He rolls into the ring, looking up to the ceiling with a smile when he sees that there is indeed a ceiling there instead of open stars.

TOMMY ONIONS: Is Martin on something?

JOSEPH GREER: He just wants to make sure that the aliens aren't going to get him again.

TOMMY ONIONS: Oh right. I forgot that he was nuttier than a fruitcake.

As the bell rings to start the match, Martin crosses the ring in a few strides, and begins wailing on Pequeno With lefts and rights before switching to a side headlock. He whips Pequeno into the ropes and hits an arm drag on the rebound. Pequeno rolls through the move to his feet. He brings Martin down with a drop toe hold, swiftly changing it up into a side headlock where he cranks on the pressure.

Martin slips out of the hold and gets to his feet, but a quick handstand dropkick staggers him backwards into the ropes. This is where Pequeno hits an arm drag off of the ropes to send Martin down to the mat.

Martin gets back up, but Pequeno drops low with a roundhouse kick to the back of the knee to bring Martin back down to the mat that is followed by a stiff elbow to the nose.

Pequeno Dinosaurio gets up to his feet, climbs to the top rope, and hits a hurricanrana from the top rope! He drops down and goes for the pinfall.

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Pequeno reaches down to grab Martin, but is poked in no eyes instead. Both stand up, though Pequeno is still blinded. Martin connects with a spinning back heel kick and then a Russian leg sweep to put Pequeno down to the mat.

Martin jumps up and waits for Pequeno to rise, going for the roundhouse kick to the jaw. Pequeno ducks under the kick, grabs Martin up, and powerslams him to the mat! He hooks a leg for the cover.

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Pequeno Dinosaurio climbs to the top rope, puts his arms into the air!

TOMMY ONIONS: Is this crazy? I think so.

JOSEPH GREER: Pequeno going to the top rope again!

Pequeno Dinosaurio sails through the air, landing a Five Star Pterodactyl Splash! He goes for the cover…

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Somehow, Martin Montana gets a foot on the lower rope to break the pinfall!

Pequeno Dinosaurio gets back to his feet, drags Martin up, and flings him against the ropes. He rushes in to hit a high impact avalanche before dragging Martin out of the corner to hit a tornado ddt!

A moonsault knee drop to the back of the head is dodged. Martin leaps up into a lunge to slam his shoulder into the side of Pequeno’s head. He grabs hold and hits a reverse neckbreaker before going for a pinfall.

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Martin gets Pequeno up and hits a black hole slam! Martin climbs to the top rope and flies through the air to hit a frog splash!

TOMMY ONIONS: Did you see the hang time on that move?

JOSEPH GREER: Indeed! He can almost fly, can't he?

Martin goes for the cover once again.

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Martin backs away from Pequeno for a moment, looking up as the lights seem to briefly change colors. He looks at Pequeno with wild eyes.

MARTIN MONTANA: You won't take me again! You won't!

Martin rushes with both hands as if to choke Pequeno, but gets taken down by a Japanese arm drag. A lightning fast roundhouse kick puts Martin to the ropes. On the rebound, Pequeno hits a huricanrana! He climbs to the top rope, leaps high into the air, and hits a Five star Pterodactyl Splash! He goes for the cover!

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BOB MOONEY: Winner of the match via pinfall...Pequeno Dinosaurio!

JOSEPH GREER: It was a curious thing that the light changed color right then and set Martin off.

TOMMY ONIONS: Think someone was fucking with the lights?

JOSEPH GREER: Maybe. Maybe.

TOMMY ONIONS: Well that sounds like a conspiracy!

JOSEPH GREER: And that's also all the time that we have for tonight. I'm Joseph Greer and this is Tommy Onions. We bid you goodnight.