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Post by ISM Office on Oct 7, 2015 9:20:00 GMT
DR. SCREAM: OUR OPENING CONTEST FOR DISORDER IN THE HOUSE IS SCHEDULED FOR A SINGLE FALL WITH A TEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST...
The "Invaders from Mars" soundtrack begins playing as the giant egg opens up.
DR. SCREAM: FROM FZORPON X-79B! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT 5.19e-29 TERRAN SUNS... THE INTERGALACTIC CONQUERER - ZARGNAX~!
The fans wait in hushed anticipation as smoke begins billowing out and then ZARGNAX steps out as menacingly as human err... well, as menacingly as possible. He threatens several fans with his Ray Gun before climbing into the ring.
DR. SCREAM: HIS OPPONENT FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS BY WAY OF EARTH! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT ONE HUNDRED, SEVENTY FIVE POUNDS... THE PURPLE DRAGON - AL NOVA~!
"Dragon Soul" by Vic Mignogna begins, and Al Nova leaps out of the egg pumping his fists. He leaves his Pollomania almanac with Mandarin, who doesn't dare touch the time altering book. Nova rushes down to the ring, leaps over the ropes and goes to the closest turnbuckle... ONLY TO BE ATLANTIS'd by ZARGNAX. Nova slumps against the buckles before being turned around by the Intergalatic Conquerer, he whips him into the opposite corner but Nova runs up the turnbuckles, backflips over him and kicks him in the gut as he turns around! He takes him down with a side headlock takeover, but Zargnax immediately responds with a headscissors! Nova shoves it off and both men return to their feet at a standoff. Zargnax and Al Nova circle one another and Nova is looking to lock-up, while the Conquerer catches him off guard with a drop toe hold. Zargnax jumps on Nova's back and applies a rear chinlock, but then begins yanking the nose of Al Nova! Popcorn Pollo begins his count of five, and Zargnax breaks at four and raises his arms in innocence. Nova gets to his feet, ducks a clothesline and applies a full nelson. Zargnax tries to wrangle himself out of it, but Nova gets him right back in it! Zargnax brings both his arms down to break the hold, quickly scoops up Al Nova and delivers a side backbreaker!
MANDARIN: I have had a number of fans ask if Zargnax and I are friends. I do not understand this racism. We do not look anything alike! We are not even from the same galaxy!
Nova kicks out at two on a quick cover attempt, Zargnax pulls him to his feet and delivers a knee to the gut and follows it up with a downward elbow to the back of the neck. He scoops Nova up in a vertical suplex, then bodyslams him out of it! Nova hits hard and wants to get to his feet quickly, but Zargnax forces him down and covers again, 1... 2... NO! Nova retreats into the ropes as Popcorn Pollo tells Zargnax to back off and give him some room, Zargnax ignores his orders and tries to kick Nova, who catches the leg and tosses him into the corner. Nova grabs him and whips him into the opposite corner, Zargnax stumbles out while Nova leaps off the second rope and takes him down with an arm drag! Zargnax springs back up, eats a kick to the gut and Nova yells out "GOLDEN PLEX!" and quickly casts a line, delivering the Fisherman suplex and holding the bridge...
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MANDARIN: Not perfect enough!
Zargnax's foot reaches the ropes, forcing Pollo to stop his count. Nova yanks him to his feet and pushes him into the ropes, Nova calls out to the crowd, but this allows Zargnax to clock him with the Zoglorpian Chop which strangely resembles a Mongolian chop (perhaps they are descendants?) Zargnax goozles Nova, I totally wrote Google the first time, and lifts him up for a chokeslam. Nova wriggles out of it, and tries for a hip toss, but Zargnax lands on his feet and instead utilizes the Traflorkian Neuroinhibitation Technique (Iron Claw)! Nova tries to fight it, but Zargnax has great grip! The Purple Dragon is fading fast, but hooks his foot on the bottom rope to force a break. Instead of breaking the hold, Zargnax yanks him into the middle of the ring and hoists him up for a Samoan drop. Nova turns it into a crucifix, but can't get the alien down... so abandons that and simply arm drags him. Zargnax pops back up, and falls victim to an airplane spin! Around and round he goes, several dozen times before Nova stablizes himself for balance and then HURRICANE CRUSHER! He delivers the gutbuster! With Zargnax writhing in pain on the mat, Nova pats his elbow a few times and signals to the top to a great reaction. He climbs up top...
MANDARIN: ELBOW DROP OF DEAT--oh, no!
Chemo-Molecular Hostile Subduement Compound X releases from Zargnax's arm cannon, blinding Nova, causing him to stumble off the top rope, falling into the ring. Zargnax springs into action, grabbing Nova in a double pumphandle lift, transitioning into a Voodoo Drop, then rolling into a small package for good measure to complete the move he calls Zero-Point Proto-Modular Quantalizer: Ultra. Popcorn Pollo is in prime position and counts, 1... 2... 3!
MANDARIN: The Intergalactic Conquerer gave Al Nova an unexpected twist in the myth of this Pollomania almanac! Or perhaps time is not to trifled with!
Zargnax gets his Ray Gun and points it at Nova, but Popcorn Pollo wrestles it away from him! He orders Zargnax out of the ring and when he complies, he returns the gun and Zargnax exits without further incident. Nova groggily speaks to Popcorn, mumbling something like "but the book said!" as we fade out.
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Post by ISM Office on Oct 7, 2015 9:20:33 GMT
Somewhere in Mexico: Charlotte O’Neal, Holly Guacamole and Brutus Smith are sitting around a pool in bathing suits, drinking frozen cocktails. Beside them is the newly restored Three Cup Chicken Trios Cup. Another chair has its back to the camera; a hand rises from behind it and waves.
“Greetings Pollomania viewers and to everyone in El Paso, Texas! For those of you who don’t know, I am Canada’s Ambassador to Mexico. From everyone here at the Embassy, I hope you are enjoying yourselves tonight so far. As you can tell, we’re kicking back and getting some well deserved rest. I would like to personally thank the management at Pollomania for giving my daughter, Holly, Agent Smith and Ms. O’Neal the evening off. They’ve been working hard as of late and well be refreshed and at their best when they next see action on October 21st in San Antonio, Texas. Before we go any further, on behalf of the entire Embassy, I send our wishes for a speedy recovery to Super Pollo following his unfortunate accident.”
The Misfits laugh and raise their glasses for a mock toast, before taking a drink and cheering.
“We would also like to wish our compatriot, the leader of our team, El Tigre de Jengibre, as he faces Zookeeper Willie…”
Holly snorts on hearing “Willie”.
“… for Pollomania’s greatest prize, the Supremo Championship.”
The Misfits cheer and take another drink.
“I am Brute!”
“Good luck, Tiggie!”
“Knock them dead, Tiger!”
“Son, I know you will make the Embassy proud. Bring the championship home, my dear boy.”
The Ambassador lifts his glasses and the misfits follow suit.
“I would like to propose a toast to the next Pollomania Lucha Libre Supremo Heavyweight Champion, EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE!”
They all cheer and take another drink. A young man is escorted in by two agents and addresses the Ambassador.
“Excusez-moi , Monsieur l'Ambassadeur . Vous m'a appelé au sujet d'un problème informatique ?”
“Ah oui , Claude . Donnez-moi un instant , s'il vous plaît .”
The Ambassador addresses the Pollomania audience once more.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize. I have an important matter to deal with. I hope you all enjoy tonight’s event and once more, best of luck El Tigre!”
The two agents step in front of the camera as the Ambassador rises from his chair and walks away with the man.
“Droit de cette façon , Claude . Suis moi.”
The camera fades to black.
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Post by ISM Office on Oct 7, 2015 9:20:38 GMT
DR. SCREAM: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR A SINGLE FALL WITH A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT. INTRODUCING FIRST...
The tune of "Deathracer" cuts through the speakers of the sound system, drawing a collective outcry of boos and groans from the audience. A thick white fog fills the stage, multicoloured strobe lights beaming across the entrance as Hayden Sensation emerges in a pompous strut, throwing his arms out and doing an about face.
DR. SCREAM: FROM SAN FERNANDO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 208 POUNDS... THE CHRIST OF CONTROVERSY... HAYDEN SENSATION~!
Hayden turns back and continues his way down the aisle, casually antagonizing the Pollomania fan base before climbing the steps to the ring. First having a short go at the referee then climbing up on the middle rope and busting out some poses that show off all that time he's been putting in at the gym. Next, the opening guitar licks of "Acid Rain" blare over the speakers, cueing a gallery of flickering lights and smoke by the arena entrance, as the big egg splits open to reveal the masked form of the Last Argonaut himself, Wildstar D.
DR. SCREAM: HIS OPPONENT... FROM THE ARGO! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT 185 POUNDS... THE LAST ARGONAUT... WILDSTAR D~!
Wildstar D bounds down the aisleway/platform, leaning down to slap a few hands along the way, before making a sprint towards the ring and launching himself over the ropes, somersaulting in the air, and rolling from his back to his feet, making a celebratory pose as the crowd voices its approval. Hayden waves off Wildstar's display arrogantly. Both competitors approach center ring, with Smalltooth Jones checking them for weapons. Satisfied that nobody's armed, he calls for the bell, and it's on! The competitors tie up in the center of the ring- wait! Hayden kicks Wildstar in the gut, and follows up with a vicious elbow to the head! Wildstar is stunned but still standing. Hayden grabs Wildstar's arm and Irish whips him to the ropes... Wildstar bounces off the ropes and delivers a GORGEOUS leg lariat on the return trip! Wildstar drops for the cover, but Hayden pushes him off at 1 and gets to his feet in a huff.
MANDARIN: Hayden Sensation displays an arrogance that I have not witnessed since the days of one, Jimmy Winner!
Both men are standing again. Hayden once again goes for a kick to the gut, but Wildstar sees it coming! He grabs Hayden's leg, sidesteps, and hits an enziguri! Hayden falls face first to the mat, and Wildstar stomps on him a couple times, before running for the ropes... he bounces and comes back... Elbow drop to the small of the back! Wildstar flips Hayden over and goes for the cover... kickout at 2. Wildstar pulls Hayden vertical and nails a couple of elbows to the back, still trying to work that spine. He then grabs Hayden for a German suplex, but Hayden blocks it and delivers a few elbows of his own to Wildstar's head. Wilstar releases Hayden on the third elbow and backs off, holding his face. Hayden follows up with a vertical dropkick that sends Wildstar stumbling backwards into the corner... Hayden rises and taunts the crowd, who BOOOOOOs in response... Hayden runs towards the corner and BLASTS Wildstar with a dropkick! Wildstar hits the corner and crumples!
MANDARIN: Oof, all of that momentum and you have nowhere to go. I do not care how much someone weighs, getting caught in the corner is going to hurt!
Hayden once again takes some time to let the audience know how awesome he is (and the audience once again BOOOs their disagreement). He then makes his way to the corner, stands Wildstar up, and gives him a few good elbows for good measure before pulling Wildstar up to the top turnbuckle. Hayden then gets into position... He grins at the crowd... SUPERPLEX-NO WAIT! WILDSTAR FLIPS OUT OF IT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Hayden collides into the mat, and Wildstar swiftly scales the turnbuckle... Hayden gets to his feet and looks around... FLYING FRANKENSTEINER OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!! THE CROWD IS GOING BERZERK!!! Hayden hits HARD and clutches his head! Wildstar dives for the cover...
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thrKICKOUT AT 2.999999999!!!
MANDARIN: WILDSTAR HIP HOP~! I thought that was it!
Wildstar leaps to his feet and looks at Smalltooth Jones, who confirms that it was not a full 3 count. Hayden stumbles to his feet and backs into a corner, shaking his head and wincing. After another few moments, Wildstar shakes his head and turns to grab Hayden - Hayden fires off an eye poke that leaves Wildstar clutching his face! Jones warns Hayden about the eyes, but Hayden doesn't seem to care what a hobo ref has to say about anything. He picks the stunned Wildstar up and puts him on his shoulders... GLITZ BLITZ! Wildstar crumples onto the mat, and Hayden is quick to go for the cover...
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Kickout!
MANDARIN: How close was that one!?
Hayden is furious! He immediately rises and starts arguing with Smalltooth Jones about the count. Jones insists he was counting the correct speed, and seems a little annoyed that everyone's giving him guff about the way he does his job. Hayden continues to get into Jones' face, as Wildstar rises to his feet... Wildstar gets behind Hayden and grabs his shoulder, but Hayden removes Wildstar's hand, then makes a dismissive "wave-off" motion, indicating that Wildstar should go somewhere else while the adults are talking. Wildstar seems really annoyed at this, and grabs Hayden again, only this time, Hayden SLAPS Wildstar across the face, points to a corner, and yells that Wildstar needs to "GO TAKE A NAP OR SOMETHING!". Hayden then turns around and continues his argument with Smalltooth Jones.
Wildstar does NOT take kindly to this disrespect... He grabs Hayden a third time and winds up to punch Hayden in the face... Hayden swiftly ducks the punch, but Wildstar can't stop it... WILDSTAR D JUST PUNCHED SMALLTOOTH JONES!!! Jones, having had enough of these two clowns giving him crap, calls for the bell!
MANDARIN: Oh my! An inadvertent strike has brought an end to this bout!
Wildstar approaches Jones and tries to argue his case, but Jones is still holding his cheek and waving it all off. Behind them, Hayden is celebrating like he just won the Scramble Championship. The crowd is BOOing this result - they hate it! Wildstar turns to the taunting Hayden and chews him out, only to get athe most arrogant middle finger in the history of middle fingers. Wildstar finally snaps and hits Hayden with BLAZING STAR STRIKE~! Hayden falls slowly backwards and hits the mat, much to the audience's delight! As Jones checks on Hayden Sensation, Wildstar leaps over the top rope and starts walking out, stopping mid-ramp to turn around and point to Hayden, who is laying center-ring, clutching his jaw and staring daggers through Wildstar as the scene fades to black.
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Post by ISM Office on Oct 7, 2015 9:20:40 GMT
DR. SCREAM: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!
The venue's lights dim as "Jumpin' Jack Flash" by Alex Chilton begins playing.
DR. SCREAM: FROM NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA, HE WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED, TWENTY POUNDS - MR. CRAZY~!
Mr. Crazy walks out with both of his hands raised and doing the "horns" before proceeding to walk down the entrance ramp while dispensing middle-fingers and insults to the front-row hecklers. Mr. Crazy breaks into a run as he approaches the ring and leaps cleanly over the top-rope in a display of his athletic prowess, landing in a knee-slide on the canvass with his hands playing a mock air-guitar. He raises himself to his feet and removes his robe, folding it before throwing it out of the ring as he surveys the audience.
DR. SCREAM: HIS OPPONENT FROM THE CONFECTIONARY AISLE, HE WEIGHS IN AT ONE HUNDRED, FIFTY TWO POUNDS - EL VAINILLO~!
'Ole' by the Bouncing Souls starts playing on the PA system, as the man known as El Vainillo bursts through the egg, his arms raised to the crowd. A moment later, the fun-loving técnico seeks to start a clap-along to the beat of the song, encouraging the crowd to join in with him. Once he has the entire crowd clapping and chanting, he sprints down to the ring, slides under the bottom rope, runs towards the opposite turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd yet again. He then backflips off the 'buckle, landing in the centre of the mat to a cheer from the crowd. He does this on all four turnbuckles before finally gaining the centre of the ring and preparing for the start of his scheduled match.
DR. SCREAM: YOUR REFEREE FOR THIS BOUT IS DARNELL CANE~!
The two men circle one another before locking up in the centre of the ring, Mr. Crazy simply pushes Vainillo back into the corner and Hecho de Vainilla is forced to rethink his strategy. They meet in the centre again, and Vainillo gets sucked into a side headlock. He backs Crazy into the ropes and shoots him off, he comes back with a shoulderblock and sends Vainillo down to the mat. The tecnico kips back up right into a standing dropkick from Mr. Crazy! Crazy grabs Vainillo and yanks him to his feet then snaps off a suplex with authority! Vainillo hits hard but does his best to return to a vertical base, stumbling to his feet in a doubled over state and walks right into a knife edge chop! Vainillo retreats to the corner where Crazy grabs him by the mask and rushes with him across the ring, slamming him head first into the opposing turnbuckle! Vainillo staggers out, eats a headbutt and then gets backed into the ropes. Crazy shoots him into the ropes and on the return, he gets sent sky high with a big back body drop!
MANDARIN: My oh my! He could have gone to the moon!
Vainillo is forced to roll out of the ring to regain his breath and composure as Mr. Crazy waits inside the ring.
MANDARIN: It knocked the wind right out him and I do not think Mr. Crazy has any qualms about whatsoever about a count out victory.
Vainillo climbs back inside the ring, Crazy picks him up and puts him on the top rope and climbs up himself perhaps looking for a superplex or something of that nature. Vainillo pushes him off, but Crazy lands on his feet. Vainillo leaps off with a 450 splash, but Crazy catches him! He throws Vainillo off and punches him in the heart! Vainillo goes down as Crazy does some martial arts theatrics before making a cover, 1... 2... NO! Vainillo rolls out to the apron to buy himself a moment or two, but Crazy is determined to keep on him and reaches over the ropes to pull him up. He tries to suplex him back in the ring, but Vainillo slides out the back door and when Crazy turns around, he gets hurricanrana'd! With Crazy down, Vainillo leaps back to his feet and delivers a swift looking STANDING shooting star press and hooks the leg on the lateral press!
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KICKOUT!
Vainillo rolls out to the apron and waits for Crazy to get up... Crazy slowly gets up and just barely dodges Vainillo's aerial attack, and quickly slaps on a rear naked choke! Vainillo's fighting hard to make sure Crazy can't grapvine his legs around his body, Crazy abandons the choke and simply German suplexes Vainillo! He holds for the bridge!
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NO~!
Crazy drags Vainillo up and begins laying knee into his chest before nailing a low spinning sweep kick to take him down. Crazy pops up, hits the ropes and drops a leg across Vainillo's throat! He covers, 1... 2... NO! Crazy pulls Vainillo up, very much annoyed at this point and backs him into the corner. He whips him out toward the opposite corner and charges in but nobody's home! Vainillo turns around and monkey flips Crazy out of the corner and follows it up with a spinning heel kick! Crazy rolls out of the ring before things get too out of his control but it may be too late! El Vainillo hits the ropes and comes diving through with a tope con hilo! Both men are out on the floor! Cane begins counting and reaches 12 before anyone begins to stir. 13... 14... 15... Vainillo grabs the ring skirt and pulls himself up, 16... 17... 18... pulls himself in and demands the stop be stopped! Cane obliges and Crazy slowly makes his way to the ring, climbing in about fifteen seconds later in what was sure to be an easy count out win for El Vainillo. Vainillo clobbers Crazy with an enzuigiri as soon as he pops his head up, and covers!
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FOOT ON THE ROPE~!
MANDARIN: El Vainillo really has to hope that his refusal to win by count out does not come back to bite him!
Vainillo drags Crazy into position and climbs up top, looking for the 540 Corkscrew Moonsault! He leaps off... Crazy rolls out of the way. Vainillo lands hard, and Crazy grabs him, looking for the Spin-O-Matic corkscrew neckbreaker. He goes for it, but Vainillo slips out. He kicks Crazy in the gut - VANILLA SWIRL~! He nails the Standing Shiranui, and hooks the leg...
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3~!
MANDARIN: El Vainillo picks up his first untainted victory in Pollomania, but Mr. Crazy was no slouch in his showing! Impressive on both accounts!
El Vainillo raises his arms in victory and exits the ring while Mr. Crazy comes to.
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Post by ISM Office on Oct 7, 2015 9:20:47 GMT
DR. SCREAM: IT IS NOW TIME FOR YOUR MAIN EVENT! IT IS SCHEDULED FOR A SINGLE FALL WITH A THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT AND IS FOR THE PMLL SUPREMO CHAMPIONSHIP~!
Big pop.
DR. SCREAM: INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGER FROM THE DEEPEST, DARKEST JUNGLE BY WAY OF THE CANADIAN EMBASSY IN MEXICO. HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED, TWENTY FIVE POUNDS... EL TIGRE DE JENGIBRE~!
Guns 'n' Roses' "Welcome to the Jungle" hits as the venue plunges into darkness. The lights go red as the egg cracks open, and El Tigre emerges alone.
MANDARIN: You will notice that El Tigre de Jengibre is alone! Before I handed the power over to AIP, I made the decision to ban the Canadian Embassy Misfits from this event so that we would not have the same kind of shenanigans in this Supremo Championship match that took place during the trios tournament.
Tigre drops to a knee, and flips off the crowd and then walks down to the ring, uncharacteristically ignoring the fans altogether. He springboards off the top rope and rolls into the middle of the ring up to one knee where he turns and waits for Zookeeper Willie.
DR. SCREAM: HIS OPPONENT... FROM NEW YORK. HE WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED, SEVENTY POUNDS... MAKING HIS THIRD DEFENSE OF THE PMLL SUPREMO CHAMPIONSHIP. HE IS THE CURRENT, REIGNING AND DEFENDING CHAMPION - ZOOKEEPER WILLIE~!
"Bare Dubstepidies" hits and Willie emerges with Dexter, a little more serious this go. He hands Dexter off to Mandarin, and then walks down to the ring, not once taking his eyes off of Tigre, who in turn, leans over the ropes smirking at him. Smalltooth Jones backs Tigre into the corner as Willie enters the ring, but Jones gets shoved aside as Tigre goes after Willie, who is all but ready for the attack. The two trade blows with Willie eventually gaining the upper hand. He Irish whips Tigre into the ropes and is poised to pounce when Tigre hangs on and drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring to the jeers of the El Paso crowd. Middle fingers are his only response.
DR. SCREAM: YOUR REFEREE FOR THIS BOUT IS SMALLTOOTH JONES~!
Scream gets out of dodge as Zookeeper Willie gives chase to Tigre, who dives underneath the ring. Willie lifts the ring skirt and attempts to go under, but comes back out rather quickly with his eyes covered, staggering around. Tigre emerges on the other side looking frightened. He looks around to see where Willie went and then spots him stumbling around. He makes his way over and grabs Willie, bashing him off of the guardrail first and then the timekeeper's desk second. Smalltooth Jones has made his way out of the ring, checking underneath to see what might have got Willie, but comes up with nothing. He stays outside, following the action as they brawl around ringside - as the official decree from AIP was that there must be a definitive winner in this match. Willie elbows Tigre in the gut, doubling him over long enough to whip him into the guardrail. Tigre hits hard and comes staggering back out, Willie grabs him again and slams him into the ring post. El Tigre de Jengibre falls to his knees, so Willie grabs him by the mask and rolls him onto the entrance ramp. Willie picks him up and Chimp Bombs him into the ring!
MANDARIN: OH MY DARAMMU~!
Willie tries to jump into the ring, but trips over the top rope as he has done countless times and lands head first in the ring. He groggily makes his way over to cover El Tigre de Jengibre, draping an arm across his body.
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3-NO~! El Tigre kicks out at the last possible second, and both men are in a race to their feet. Willie has been blinded and now just necked himself trying to get into the ring, and El Tigre has already endured a tour of the ringside area's props and a Chimp Bomb. Something tells me this match isn't long for this world, I think it might be the whole no-show thing. Tigre gets up first, slaps Willie across the face and delivers a European uppercut. Willie fires back with a wobbly punch. Tigre chops him! Willie punches again, but Tigre ducks it and hits the ropes coming back with a terrific looking lariat that staggers the champion. Tigre throws an arm over and delivers an exploder suplex into the corner turnbuckles, dropping Willie on his head once more. Dexter expresses concern near Mandarin, but the esteemed alien elitist keeps him close.
MANDARIN: Two drops on his head and one was his own doing. I do not know what blinded him in the early moments of this match, but I do not think Tigre had anything to do with it! He looked as confused as everyone else!
Tigre goes over to Willie and facewashes him while he's down on the mat! Jones tells him to back off, but Tigre refuses and pulls Willie up and delivers a vertical suplex, hangs on, delivers another one. He swings his hips and comes up for another one... BRAINBUSTER~! Tigre opts not to pin and instead props Willie into a seated position, applies a double chickenwing and forces him to his feet... TIGER SUPLEX~! He drops him on his head once more and covers, 1... 2... 3! As Tigre rolls off of Willie's body, the screen lights up with the Canadian Embassy Misfits clapping their approval. Smalltooth Jones hands El Tigre de Jengibre the Supremo and Scramble Championship belts, and the rudo gets up and holds them up in the direction of the video screen as the Misfits continue applauding (all the while the fans are booing). The video tron feed cuts out, goes fuzzy and then distorted before the image of El Hijo de Pollo replaces it.
EL HIJO DE POLLO: Sup ginger.
Tigre smirks.
EL HIJO DE POLLO: I'm not here to challenge you, Tigre, I don't want the title. I want you, I want blood, I want your head for what you did to Soup.
Tigre tells him to just bring it!
EL HIJO DE POLLO: So, I've got the papers signed and when Hell Comes to Pollomania... it's going to be Gravied Alive.
Tigre is still smirking, but clearly has no clue what this match could be.
EL HIJO DE POLLO: Actually, I'm not overly convinced that your Misfits will keep themselves out of our affair so bring them, too.
Tigre says "no problem!" to that.
EL HIJO DE POLLO: 'Cause I got partners of my own.
The lights come back up, Tigre turns around and Grin rams Woody into Tigre, causing the champion to fall out onto the ramp. He holds his gut in pain, then scrambles to grab both of his belts as Grin picks up Woody and is prepared to utilize him again. Tigre heads up the ramp, looking back at two men he'd thought he had disposed of all the while El Hijo de Pollo looks on and laughs.
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