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Post by Omega Satyros on Mar 13, 2024 11:41:28 GMT -5
LeRay: Omega's back up to his feet as Mack nails Arizona with the German. He turns his attention to Omega, rushing towards him.
Beeman: Chad's climbs back up using the ropes.
LeRay: And as Omega dodges Mack, Chad drops down, the top rope with him as Mack tumbles over the top rope. Black Cat and Diablo watch on, seemingly waiting for a signal from Omega.
Beeman: I don't know what they have planned, but I don't like it. Stay away from Mack, both of you.
LeRay: Chad and Omega are stood side by side, and seem to give each other a nod. Omega rushes to batter Duke with more punches while Chad drags Arizona into a surfboard submission.
Beeman: Yes! Way to distract that stupid Satyr, come on Arizona. Tap! |
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Post by “heartBROKEN” Mack Caliber on Mar 13, 2024 14:35:04 GMT -5
I smack Chad upside the head and he releases Arizona. A couple of quick kicks and he’s outside, under the bottom rope. I grab Arizona and lock in the STF. I start screaming at Chance to tap, and I hear Beeman screaming at him to tap as well. I see Duke flip Omega onto his stomach and lock in the Camel Clutch.
I start screaming at Omega to be tough while I scream at Arizona to tap. Duke starts screaming at Onega to tap, and for Zona to hang in there. Beeman doesn’t know who to yell at.
Chad comes tearing back in and kicks me on the way to clotheslining Duke, breaking up both submission attempts. Seems like we’re back at square one, as all five of us get back to our feet slowly, waiting for someone to make the first move, and a mistake.
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Post by Duke Mongoose on Mar 13, 2024 15:04:16 GMT -5
(Duke rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and uses the ring apron to steady himself on his feet. Duke has rolled out directly in front of where Bad Luck Bradley is seated. The two lock eyes)
Beeman: Don't get distracted by that clown, Duke. You've got four other clowns to worry about!
(Bradley sits up and moves to the edge of the guardrail. Duke moves toward the barricade. The crowd, focused on this moment since the other competitors in the match have yet to get back to their feet, is united in anticipation of what is about to occur)
LeRay: These two hate each other, going all the way back to before JWA. What the heck is about to happen here?
(The two men are mere inches away from each other. Bradley, poor thing, closes his eyes and puckers his lips. Duke, however, balls his fist and clocks Bradley in the jaw, dropping the Bad Luck Wrestler into the front row of fans, spilling drinks everywhere and generally making a mess of things)
Beeman: That was bizarre.
LeRay: And following that interlude, it seems everyone in the ring is back on their feet and ready to fight. The four men in the ring have paired off while Duke is posing and gloating in front of these fans for knocking out Bradley.
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Mar 13, 2024 16:14:41 GMT -5
LERAY: Arizona saw Duke nail Bradley, he’s quickly to his feet, leaps through the ropes and smashes Duke with a tope suicida right into the guardrail! That’s the second time this match he has paused to flex and gotten creamed as a result! You’d think he’d learn by now.
BEEMAN: Don’t question Duke’s methods.
LERAY: Arizona reaches over the guardrail and helps Bradley to his feet. Did he just ask how Brad’s grandmother was? Bradley pats Arizona on the chest, who turns around— Arizona narrowly dodging a plancha from Omega, who smashes the guardrail right into Bradley, who goes down again!
BEEMAN: Isn’t that a bit of bad luck? See what I did there?
LERAY: Yes Sean, that could be seen from space. Chad and Mack are both back on their feet. Arizona rolls into the ring and starts hammering Caliber. Chad joins him. Mack is beaten into a corner and Arizona starts giving instructions to Chad, who nods in agreement. Arizona assists Chad into a surfboard submission, while Arizona unlocks one leg and applies a spinning toe hold, the move he used to win the championship! Mack is in agony— he taps!
BEEMAN: But who’s the winner?
LERAY: No one, Sean. If two competitors submit another in a multi-man match, the match continues as if the submission never happened. As they’ve released the hold, both Chance and Chad think they’ve won and start shoving each other…
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Post by Thumper Moore III on Mar 14, 2024 0:05:02 GMT -5
LERAY: Omega and Duke are back in the ring now, and all five start beating each other in a huge pile! Duke kicks Omega in the gut— jumping pile driver! Duke goes for the cover, but Mack breaks it up— Magnum Slug to Duke! Mack covers— broken up by Shredsbury. He grabs Mack, hangs him in the tree of woe— Hang Ten! He covers— one, two, broken up by Omega— Satyr Kick to Shredsbury! LAST CRUSADE! LAST CRUSADE! Omega was corralled as he got up. The cover— one, two, three! Duke, Chad, and Mack all dive and land on Chance at 3.5, but it is too late. Your winner, and still champion, is Arizona Chance.
BEEMAN: LITERALLY ANYONE BUT HIM. I swear, Chance’s existence proves that if there is a God, He hates me.
LERAY: An unbelievable match ends an unbelievable night. This has been Mick Leray and Sean Beeman, we hope you’ve enjoyed Super Glory, have a great night!
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