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Post by Duke Mongoose on Oct 25, 2023 11:30:22 GMT -5
LeRay: Duke looks frustrated as he makes the tag to Penguino.
Beeman: He's probably shocked that Bradley is still in this match, let alone still breathing!
(Penguino lifts up Bradley and hits him with a fisherman suplex)
LeRay: Ice Fishing! Bradley escapes at two!
(Penguino drags Bradley up and takes him over with a vertical suplex into a neckbreaker)
LeRay: Thin Ice by Penguino! Another cover and another kickout!
Beeman: Look at that little guy go!
LeRay: Penguino has Bradley in a waistlock - could he be looking for the Three Penguinos?
Beeman: Through all of this, Seph doesn't even look like he knows what's happening in the ring!
LeRay: Penguino attempts to lifts Bradley, but his skin is too slick. Slick from sweat.
Beeman: Sweat from exhaustion? Sweat from fear? Some combination of both?
LeRay: We can safely assume.
Beeman: His trunks also appear to have become a shade darker.
LeRay: Well, he IS a rather sweaty individual.
Beeman: Yeah. Sweat. SURE.
(Penguino holds onto the waistlock and runs Bradley toward the corner where Duke pops him right in the jaw with a big haymaker punch. Penguino tags in Duke)
LeRay: More teamwork from the champions, and Duke appears to be going to the top rope.
Beeman: More likely the second rope, Mick. It's the most dangerous rope.
LeRay: Hold on! Bradley is up on his feet and he stops Duke at the second rope! Brad moves into position for the Bradley Bomb! This is how Brad defeated Duke Mongoose in their last encounter!
Beeman: It is? How do you remember that?
LeRay: Brad tries to bring Duke out, but Duke holds onto the top rope and now rains down punches to the head of Bradley! Ten to be exact!
Beeman: It looks like Duke remembered what happened the last time as well. I had no doubt.
LeRay: After a "hot ten" series of punches, Bradley collapses back to the mat.
Beeman: Is that what a "hot ten" is?
LeRay: No one knows, to be honest. Oh my! Duke connects with a falling reverse elbow smash to the upper chest and throat of Bradley! He goes for the cover!
*One...Two......Foot on the ropes!*
Beeman: Oh come on!
LeRay: Inexplicably, Bad Luck Bradley is still in this one!
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Oct 25, 2023 12:34:20 GMT -5
Duke storms straight over to Seph and gets in his face, calling him a loser, a greaser, a gosh-for-darn jobber. Seph takes a step back onto the steel steps and offers a smirk, one given without a lot of feeling. Duke is up on the first rope, reaching over, threatening. The official is between them, reminding Duke that the match is continuing.
Behind him, Brad stirs.
Duke steps through the ropes, one foot still in the ring. Seph takes another step down on the stairs, goading Duke wordlessly.
Brad has rolled onto all fours.
Duke is through the ropes and on the apron. Seph has taken another step back and is now on the ramp. The camera rolls behind him and we see Duke drop to the floor. From the side, Penguino joins him.
LeRay: Is Bradley... walking?
Beeman: A stumble is what I'd call it.
LeRay: How is that man still in the ring? How is he conscious?
Beeman: Between me and you, Mick, I don't think he's had a reasonable thought in his head for a while. He's running on fumes. He's used to losing, he's used to staying in the match. The sucker just doesn't know how to win.
Brad has made his way to the ropes, reaching out, sputtering and spraying and sweating. A mutter falls from his lips, rising to a bellow. Finally, at the top of his deflated, exhausted lungs, he roars:
Brad: Juicy Mongoosey!
Duke stops. Penguino does the same. The pair turn as one, a world-weary look on their faces. They share a grin. It is one that says, "This guy again?"
Brad: Hot ten you monstrosity! Can't get me with the one-two-three, let me tell you what, boy! C'mon in, you muscled madman, give your best friend a hug.
Brad opens his arms wide, taunting, almost begging Duke to come in. Penguino and Duke look back to Seph, chewing gum with his hands in his pockets. Behind them, Brad takes a step back, his ankle buckling and-
Collapses right on his back. The official has no choice. He begins a ten count.
But for who?
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Post by The Mean Queen Jessie Aldean on Oct 25, 2023 14:04:00 GMT -5
before the main event, young spunky sparks is in the ring when the speakers play a song that's a lot like disney channel theme song "jessie" (https://youtu.be/pl3WOfepEs0).
miss jessie comes out in a maroon singlet looking a little confused about what to do, she's followed by chief buffalo with a towel over his shoulder. the fans jeer, buffalo yells back, and jessie looks nervous, before climbing the steps and stepping between the ropes.
the bell rings and spunky jumps out with a flurry of offense, jessie is unsure and staggers back as spunky hits a standing drop kick. jessie gets up but is quickly given an arm drag and skids across the mat. jessie comes closer and spunky leap frogs and goes for a roll up, but only gets 2.
jessie scrambles for buffalo's corner saying something about "throwing the towel" but buffalo just folds his arms and spunky grabs her from behind for a bridge suplex...but jessie wriggles free and goes back to her cat scratch offense keeping spunky away until the little one goes to the corner. jessie charges in and spears spunky into the turnbuckle...then does it again, then grabs her by the hair and tosses her like a rag doll. jessie's feeling it and climbs the corner before going for a big frog splash, then gets the cover and the victory.
jessie celebrates like she's won the world title, buffalo rolls his eyes.
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Post by Penguino on Oct 25, 2023 16:33:48 GMT -5
Johnny Kobra steps in and guides Mongoose and Penguino to head back for the ring as the red counts 1! 2!
LeRay: I honestly have no idea who he is counting for here!
As Penguino and Mongoose make their way to the apron and begin communicating, Bradley remains on his back and Seph Kobane is still on the ramp doing nothing.
Beeman: Kobane looks like he’s looking for butterflies to watch or something. Meanwhile the champs are prepared to pounce. The Mighty Duke is back in the ring. Penguino is back on the apron. And Mongoose slingshots Penguino over the ropes and halfway across the ring onto Bradley. 1-2-
LeRay: Another kick out by Bradley! How is he surviving this? And what is going on with Seph?
Beeman: He appears to be looking at a cell phone now. Where did that even come from?
Meanwhile in the ring Duke and Penguino have switched roles and Mongoose wants Penguino to slingshot him over the ropes and onto Brad. Penguino scratches his head with his flipper, unsure of this.
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Oct 26, 2023 0:34:46 GMT -5
Brad is still on his back, dazed and glazed, head rolling and lolling. The ref is counting, but Duke wants this to end his way. The only way. He wants to put Brad down.
Penguino and Duke are in a heated debate around the logistics of slingshotting the great man into the ring. Seph mills behind them. Finally, the tag champs decide on a plan. Penguino waddles to the apron and gets into a squat, his flippers together. Duke strides up the ramp, brushing roughly past Seph, who tumbles to the floor, his arms flailing. Duke sprints and in a single move, Penguino throws him into an alley-oop.
Time moves slowly as Duke rises through the air, flashbulbs illuminating the space around him. Despite his size, his bulging muscles, his great strength, the big man becomes airborne much as Penguino becomes seaborne. As he reaches the apex of the jump, his arc moves downwards, the bullseye squarely set in the centre of the ring. In the centre of Brad.
The crowd holds its breath. The announcers are silent. Big Daddy Duke roars something unheard, swallowed up by the displaced air. He lands, but whatever move he hits - whether elbow, splash, senton or bomb - is hidden in the cacophonic blast.
Beeman: what was that?
A rainbow appears briefly before dissipating, the ring clouded in a light mist, obscuring the figures within.
LeRay: is that... Sweat?
Indeed, as both men collided, the ring was sprayed with a glistening fog of salty moisture so fine that it alighted for only a second before evaporating away.
Mid-ring, Brad is a mess of reddened flesh, bruises and welts. His chest, once heaving with exertion, now shows only the briefest clue of rising and falling. Duke stands over him, posing as only he can, a grin on his face as wide as the Mississippi. He turns to place a single foot on Brad to initiate the pin and the official slides in.
One! Two! Thr-
The officials hand does not fall. Something catches his eye. Something in Duke's tights.
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Post by Bad Luck Bradley on Oct 26, 2023 0:55:38 GMT -5
Indeed, in Duke's tights is something several inches long, firm and... Angular. The official drives his hands in and Duke shimmies and shakes as the ref runs his hands around until he whips out...
LeRay: a... Cell phone? Beeman: Kobane's cell phone!
Indeed, the most indestructible object on the planet, a Nokia 3210, was secreted inside Duke's tights. The ref makes a quick decision: foreign objects are illegal in this match and so the bell is rung for the Bad Luck Bros.
On the ramp, sitting, is Seph, a ghost of a smile on his lips. As Penguino flails his flippers in disbelief, Duke stomps and argues his case and Brad lies beaten, broken and bruised - with a strange phone-shaped dent upon his battered body - Seph holds his hands up. The ref, with eerie accuracy, tosses him the phone. He catches it, continues his game of Snake and exits the arena as the announcer confirms the match's result.
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