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Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa....
Luke "Hoo" Warm, Dr. Snare, check out Très Sheik, he's got flair!
Gary Gourmando, what a cow! Look, here comes the Tiger now!
Petey is a Peanut Guy, Big Bohemoth's got one eye
Buck Johanson's mighty strong, Sister Muffy's in this song
douja's always smoking pot, Necro Phil says "Cold Is Hot!"
Hank's got the 19:50, Grampa's Old Boys, just too nifty!
ARE YOU READY?
ARE YOU READY TO GO?
YEAH, ARE YOU READY?!
ARE YOU READY TO GO?!
Strap on your hardhats, there's gonna be a fight
It's Something or Other baby, outta si-yee-i-yee-ight!
(The Camera pans the crowd. A sign reading "IRONMAN vs. Executioner -
Match of the (19th) Century" is seen.)
Hi, everybody, it's time once again for Thursday . . . Something or
Other. Comments, Cap?
Show, show, show, here we GO!
Um, yeah. Up first we have Big Buck Johanson vs. Lenny "the Force"
Baxter.
Making his way to the ring, from Milwaukee,
Wisconsin, weighing in at 367 pounds, here is Big Buck Johanson!
("Eye in the Sky" by the Allan Parsons Project plays. A moderate pop for
Johanson. I think someone's mixed the tapes around on Vic again. But
that's okay, he does a good job.)
And his opponent, from Kitchener, Ontario, weighing 190 punds, here is
Lenny "the Force" Baxter! ("Last Dance" by Donna Summer plays, a pretty good pop for
Baxter)
***bell rings.
Here we go. They lock up. Whip to the ropes by Baxter. Lariat! Elbowdrop.
Another elbowdrop. Low blow by Johanson!
Aaaah, the great equalizer!
Johanson up. Rake to the eyes. Johanson gets him into an
ab-stretch.
Baxter: Aaaah! You're stretching my abs!
I'm not sure how much of this he can take,
Vince.
Low blow by Baxter to escape the stretch!
The great equalizer.
Oh, and there's another low blow by Johanson!
(Yawn) Equalizer.
Baxter answers with a low blow! And Johanson comes right back with a low
blow! Oh, and there's a double low blow!
Jeez, get a room, boys! Who booked this match, Rich
the gay bartender?
Beats me. The referee administering the mandatory ten-count on both men
as they lie curled into the fetal position on the mat.
Forget this, they aren't going to beat the
count.
(ding ding ding) The bout is ruled a draw as a
result of neither man answering the ten-count.
Heh. What a way to start a TSO! And can you believe Announcer Lad had to
make a bell sound himself? Why didn't the timekeeper do it?
Please don't ask; I'll have to look, and he
genuinely frightens me.
Alright. We'll be right back.
(A voice trying REALLY hard to be Lord Alfred Hayes
says:)
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And we're back.
Oh, joy!
Do I detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice, Cap?
Nooooooooooooooooooo. Moop.
Settle yourself! Up next, we have Mittens vs. the Pencil Necked Giant
Killer.
Mysterious offstage voice: You're only supposed to call him that AFTER
he wins, moron.
Uh, let's get to the action. Announcer Lad, take it away.
Making his way down the aisle, from Computers
Unknown, weighing in at 120 pounds (yes, he gained weight), here is THE
PENCIL NECKED GEEK! ("Superfreak" by Rick James plays. A loud, but mixed
reaction for the Geek)
And his opponent, weighing 452 pounds, accompanied by Grampa, from
Portland, Oregon, here is MITTENS! ("Geronimo's Cadillac" by Modern
Talking plays, a decent pop for the big guy)
And here we go.
I like Mittens in this one, he's got 300 pounds on
the Geek!
Anyway, Mittens eyes the Geek. Geek asking for a test of strength?
Geek obviously has no interest in winning this
match, Vince.
Mittens picks him up by his ears!
He's treating him like LBJ treats a beagle! (OK,
Canadians, figure THAT one out!)
We get enough American references, you bombard us
with them every day! We saw that stock footage.
Big shoulderbreaker by Mittens! Ouch!
This shouldn't take long.
Mittens: Duh, I can win whenever I want.
Well said Cap.
I didn't say that. Is my name "Mittens?"
Um. No?
Correct.
(Captain Twilight throws a sardine to Vince, which McMadden catches in his
mouth.)
(munch, munch) Mmmmm... Back to the action now. Mittens with a
gorilla-press slam. Picks Geek up. And throws him into the third row of
fans at ringside!
Look, Vince, they're throwing him back!
PNG: OW!
Indeed. Mittens with a powerbomb.
Grampa: Mittens can win this anytime he wants!
So pin him already!
Mittens going for one more powerbomb . . . Geek hangs on . . . rollup . . .
ONE . . . TWO . . . kickout?
Kickout! Did you think Geek could win with a roll-up
after getting beaten around the ring for five minutes?
Ye - NO! Of course not. Mittens back on offense. BIG PILEDRIVER!
I think the Geek just lost two inches.
Mittens with a cover . . . No, he decides against it. He's going up
TOP!
Why? This is such an unnecessary risk!
Hey, unnecessary risks are what we're all about, Cap. Mittens climbing the
turnbuckle . . . not the fastest climber I've ever seen.
The Geek is up!
Oh, Geek racks Mittens by knocking him off the turnbuckle!
Man, the collective testicles of the STWF are taking
a beating tonight!
TV-14. Happy now?
Mittens falls off the turnbuckle. A cover by the Geek . . . One . . .
Two . . . THREE!
What an UPSET!
What an UP - oh. Never mind. We'll be right back.
Next up, we have a squash match between The Violent Pacifist and Hector
"Crude" Oil.
Hey! You just called this a squash match,
genius!
A-HA! But, I didn't say who would be getting squashed.
Good point.
Coming to the ring at this time, from Anchorage,
Alaska, representing the Rogue's Gallery, here is Hector "Crude" OIL!
("Rock the Casbah" by the Clash plays. A smattering of boos for the heel)
And his opponent, from Seattle, representing the Three Guys, here
is THE VIOLENT PACIFIST! ("Any Way You Want It" by Journey plays. Big pop
for VP.)
And we're set to go here in this great matchup.
Quit selling it, Vince, they're watching
already.
Hector with an eye poke right off the bat.
You can't trust anybody associated with that
good-for-nothing Rogue.
I would have to agree with you there, Cap.
Yep.
Yessir.
OK.
Yeah.
CALL THE <-BLEEP->ing MATCH!
Oh, sorry. Hammerlock by Oil. Reversal by VP. Whip to the turnbuckle ...
big splash by VP.
Oooooh!
Kick to the gut by VP. Rocker Dropper!
Oil is in BIG trouble right here, Vincenzo!
Oh, but wait! A nip-up by Oil!
What's this all about?
Oil on the attack now! Hard fists to the midsection! He's going for a
vertical suplex . . . got it!
What a comeback! Hey, I smell linament!
What? Anyway, Oil continues the assault. Whip to the ropes . . .
swinging neckbreaker!
He needs to go for his finisher right
now!
There it is, Oil's getting him in position for the Drunken Captain . . .
wait a minute . . . reversal into a crucifix by VP!!! One... TWO ...
THREEEEE!!!
What a match!
Whew! I need a breather! We'll be right back!
Latin looking guy: ¿Hola, chico, como esta?
Black guy: Muy bien, gracias.
Bird: ¡BARATO - BARATO!
Diversity at Tonea's - What the hell?
And we're back.
Those commercials give me headaches. Or maybe it's
the voices. Whichever.
And now it's time for out TSO main event . . . or something.
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Making their way to the ring at this time,
representing the Rogue's Gallery...
The elite heels, the darkest forces in wrestling today save anyone in the
OCSCW...they are...COLONEL "POPS" KHORNE, SERGEANT GENOCIDE, AND
ICCTINACBBIC CHAMPION TRÈS SHEIK!
(The Rogue's Gallery theme plays. They dig out cross-country skis to get
through the trash being thrown.)
And their opponents, representing the Hubcap Gang, the Right Hand Man's
elite force of good, the men you'll cheer no matter how bad they
act...they are...CLAUDE LEROUX, B.F. SACK AND NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION LUKE
WARM!
("Proud Mary" by CCR, the Hubcap Gang theme song because of its references
to a "Big Wheel", plays. The audience actually clears the trash out of the
aisle for them.)
***bell rings.
Sack and Khorne to start things off. Sack eyeing the Colonel. The two men
circling. Finally, they lock up. Sack with the advantage. Scoop
slam!
Khorne can't fight this kind of match and expect to
do well against Sack.
Sack playing to the crowd. Picks Khorne up. BIG dropkick. That looked
ugly!
Nice work by B.F.'s Sack. Or something.
Hey, is this a theme show, or something? I guess it is. Big elbowdrop by
Sack. He tags out to Leroux. Leroux continues the punishment. Spinning
toehold applied by Claude.
Wow! I didn't know he was old-school!
Whatever. Khorne breaks the hold. Kidney punch by the Colonel! Man,
these Gallery guys are dirty.
Brilliant observation.
As I was saying, Khorne with a reverse neckbreaker! Nice move. Pickup . . .
INSIDE CRADLE BY LEROUX . . . ONE . . . TWO . . . THR - NO! So close.
Leroux tags out to Luke Warm . . . and this crowd is going crazy!
You know, whenever DK books a card, one word in
particular always makes an appearance. As a tribute to him I will now
use that word - BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP.
That's not fair! It...it...oh, how the hell can I
defend myself against that?
First of all, BRAAAAP isn't a word. Secondly, that's because DK likes for
Gary to be on his shows. Oh - see what you made me do? Très Sheik
has tagged in, and I missed it. And he's been busted open by Luke Warm
somehow. Look, don't let our backstage heat spill over to the telecast,
old man. Be a professional.
(plugging ears with his fingers) I can't hear you! I
can't hear you!
(sigh) Back to the action. Luke appears to be in trouble. Drop
toe-hold by the Sheik . . . off the ropes . . . Senton Splash! Sheik's
quickness is giving Luke some problems.
LA LA LA LA LA LA!!!
Luke forced to tag out to Sack. Sheik is a bloody mess. Short-arm lariat by
Sheik. A cover . . . One . . . Two . . . powerful kickout by Sack!
Wow!
-----
Sack is up now, and Sheik looks a little worried. Reverse knife-edge
chop . . . AND SACK SHAKES IT OFF! Another chop . . . SACK SHAKING HIS
HEAD AND WAVING HIS FINGER . . . HE'S SACKING UP!
That sounds pretty gay. That jerk is - (no
audio)
I owe you one, Vic the Sound Guy.
(no audio)
Talk all you want Cap, they can't hear you. Sack picks up Sheik . . .
he's looking around to the crowd to see what they want . . .
Crowd: Hit him, moron.
And Sack obliges!
(NO AUDIO!!!!)
You're right, Cap, here comes The Tiger! It looks like he has a few
words for Sgt.Genocide. OK, Vic, give him his "voice" back, this is
getting dumb.
You would think The Tiger would pick a better time to
talk it out with Genocide than during this match. Why wouldn't he do it
later, when we're off the air?
What a mark.
Who?
Anyway, Sack is holding Sheik high above his head, poised for a
gorilla-press slam. BOOM! What a slam! Oh, here comes the SACKHAMMER!
GOT IT!!!! A cover by Sack . . .
But the ref is standing between Genocide and The
Tiger.
Oh, and here comes Khorne with the steel chair.
CRACK!!!
A vicious chairshot by Khorne on Sack!!! Sheik falls on top of him . . .
the referee back in . . . Leroux and Warm all over Khorne now . . . ONE .
. . TWO . . . THREE!!!
Here are your winners . . . COL.KHORNE, TRÈS
SHEIK, AND SGT.GENOCIDE!!!
Oh, and all hell has broken loose in the ring . . . Leroux is knocked out
. . . BUT THERE'S A STONECUTTER FOR KHORNE!!! AND ANOTHER FOR
SHEIK!!!
Sgt. Genocide seems to be offended by something The
Tiger said!
The two mean tearing into each other in the aisle! Kick to the gut by The
Tiger . . . TIGER DRIVER ON THE RAMP! Genocide may be out cold.
I don't like the looks of this.
The Tiger making his way to the ring, now. He climbs in, and stares Luke
Warm down . . . and Warm tosses his a bottle of Luke-Hoo! And opens up one
for himself!
Hey, we're desperately out of time . . . or
something.
That's my line!
Testic - (no audio)
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