[PAGE]: Well ladies and gentlemen, right now what we’re about to witness has got to be one of the most insane stipulations I’ve EVER heard of... in the first of a best of three stipulations series...
[MCCOY]:..between two of the most insane wrestlers I’VE ever had the misfortune of watching! They’re going to kill themselves tonight. Thank God we’ve got the safest seats in the house. We’re fifty feet back, so we’re guaranteed not to be sprayed with any blood tonight...
[PAGE] I don’t know Russ, I think I’d like to have witnessed this event close-up...
[MCCOY] What’re you nuts?
[PAGE] Well, we’ll have to see about that... but right now, the ring techs have just finished setting up the tables, and now we have the pleasure of welcoming our broadcast colleagues from around the world to our hallowed halls here in Wichita. Here’s “Diamond” Lou Walsh to bring them in!
[“DIAMOND” LOU ] Ladies and gentlemen... Would you please rise and show our U.S.A respect to the broadcast teams from around the world, for this very special match-up. Coming to the ringside area now, are the representatives of France, Germany, Russia, Spain, China, the United Kingdom, our neighbours to the north and south, Canada, and Mexico, and of course our very own commentators, Eddie Page, and Russell McCOOOOOOOOY!!!!
[The announcing teams make their way to ringside, waving their flags high above their heads. The French however, get a very loud roar of boos from the American faithful. The men and women of the international commentary teams take their seats around the ring, leaving but one table unattended.)
[MCCOY] Who set this stuff up? There’s nine tables, and only eight teams! Did those idiots forget to invite someone?
[PAGE] I don’t know Russ, but I think you should watch your words around these two, or their liable to take your head off... You saw what they did to Mastino last week!
[MCCOY] I HOPE they come over here...so I can tell them to their faces exactly what I think of them!
[PAGE] I think you had better watch what you say Russ... But let’s go back up to Lou to bring in our combatants!
[WALSH] And now... the competitors in this very special “AROUND THE WORLD” ANNOUNCER TABLES MATCH!!! The winner of this bout, the first in a best of three, is the man who goes through the fewest tables, once ALL have been destroyed!
[The commentators around the ring begin to panic and yell, and several threaten to leave the ringside area. The French, begin to frantically wave their white handerchiefs high above their heads.)
[PAGE] Russ, you were supposed to tell them what the stipulation was BEFORE they came!
(McCoy is chuckling to himself)
[MCCOY] He he he... Yeah... I was...
(Page, despite himself, laughs along with him.)
[WALSH] Entering the ring first...
[The lights go pitch black and "Alive" by POD hits, drawing a HUGE pop from the crowd.]
## Everyday's a new day... # # [DIAMOND LOU]: ...Hailing from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 216 pounds, here is PYYYTHOOOOOOOOOON!
[The crowd pops again. After a few seconds, the lights go back on, though dimly and tinted red. Python is suddenly standing in the middle of the ring. His faded jeans and t-shirt almost seem illuminated in the faint red light.]
[PAGE] This young man’s popularity has skyrocketed in the last couple of months... and he and his opponent tonight Kushner came incredibly close to moving on in the tag team tournament. I’m willing to bet that this will not be the last time we see these two involved in a tag match together.
[MCCOY] They’re both cheaters.
[PAGE] Can’t you say anything original?
[MCCOY] Don't see you doing any better Eddie
# It's beyond my control, sometimes it's best to let go # # [Python stands for a moment, looking out at the crowd. Suddenly he takes off, sprinting across the ring and hopping up unto the turnbuckle, fist in the air.]
# I... I feel so alive!!! [Python hops down after the music and camera flashes die down, and stands, pacing on the spot.]
[PAGE] Wow, what an ovation!
[MCCOY] BAH!
[WALSH] And now his opponent...
The lights dim and “Always” by Saliva hits the loudspeakers...
[WALSH]...entering the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds... JEFF KUSHNERRRRRRRRR!!
A figure steps out before the crowd at Kansas Coliseum. His head is low as he steps to the top of the entrance ramp, simply waiting and listening.
## I hear... a voice say "Don't be so blind"... ## As the song hits the first chorus, a massive blast of fireworks shoot out in a circle formation surrounding Jeff at the top of the ramp.
## Always... always... always... always... always... always... always... ## The lights raise, and as usual the stare of concentration on his face is like stone.
## I love you... ## The fans pop huge for him, especially following his heart filled performance last week alongside his opponent tonight. His new sense of intensity has brought a whole new group of followers to the fore. Jeff makes his way down to the ring.
## Always... always... always... always... always... always... always... ## [PAGE] Wait a minute, Russell. He looks like he’s coming over here!
[MCCOY] What the hell does he think he’s doing?
[PAGE] I told you to watch what you say about Jeff...I TOLD YOU!!!
[MCCOY] BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
[Jeff Kushner does indeed make his way over towards the announce position of Eddie “Two Times” Page and Russell McCoy, with a big smile on his face. He beckons them both to come follow him, but they just look at each other confused]
[MCCOY] What does he mean???
[PAGE] Well, I don’t know, but I have a feeling we’re about to find out.
[Kushner grabs a microphone, and addressing the two commentators, he begins to speak]
[KUSHNER] Gentlemen, gentlemen...you didn’t think you two weren’t going to be a part of this, did you? I mean, I dunno about my opponent here, but personally, I just couldn’t have a match like this without my good pals Eddie and Rusty [He cuffs McCoy on the shoulder] right over here at ringside! So we got an extra special table all set up here, just for you two!
[The crowd pops at these words from Jeff. McCoy’s jaw practically hits the floor, but Eddie is all to keen to get up and make his way to the specially erected ringside announcers table. McCoy mutters under his breath, but loud enough so the viewers can hear...]
[MCCOY] I HATE that guy!
[KUSHNER] Come on, Rusty... you too!!! What, is Rusty afraid of a little bit of table breaking??? Come on, don’t be such a cry-baby! Look, even FRANCE is at ringside, for crying out loud! [Jeff chuckled; The French commentators sneered and appeared to take great exception to Jeff’s remarks] No pun intended...now GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RUSTY!!! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WANTED ME TO MAKE SOME NOISE!!! COME ON DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!!!
[The crowds cheers continued to resonate throughout the Coliseum, urging Kushner on and at the same time, further inflaming McCoy]
[MCCOY] DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIT!!!
[McCoy slams his headset down and grudgingly marches towards the ring, where Python is holding out his chair for him next to Eddie. He sits down and Python pushes his chair in a little too close to the table]
[PAGE] Took you long enough!
[MCCOY] Shut up.
[Kushner and Python both roll into the ring. The two combatants shake hands in the middle of the ring as the bell sounds to get the action underway. As they broke their handshake, they began circling each other around the ring for a few moments before locking up. Python broke the lock-up with a quick knee lift to Kushner’s midsection, and a second knee lift took him down]
[PAGE] Smart move by Python.
[MCCOY] An even smarter move would be getting the hell out of there right now!
[PAGE] Will you stop?
[MCOY] What, do you REALLY want to sit here and watch these two guys put themselves through tables??? [muttering] You know, I don’t really know what I want!
[PAGE] You never really do, do you?
[Python quickly follows up with a knee drop to the sternum. He then proceeds to pick Kushner up by the hair and Irish whipped him into the corner, but Kushner reversed the Irish whip, sending Python to the turnbuckle, but as Kushner came charging in with a running lariat, he was greeted with a boot to the head. A second boot to the gut, followed with a DDT, planting Kushner’s head in the mat]
[PAGE] Python’s going up to the top turnbuckle for an early high-risk maneuver.
[MCCOY] If you ask me, he’s nuts!
[PAGE] Python goes for a flying senton...and Jeff rolls out of the way!!!
[MCCOY] Told you he was nuts!
[PAGE] Who asked you?
[Jeff pulls himself up by the ring ropes, and pounces on the downed Python, locking on a quick rear chin lock, attempting to wear him down. After an admonishment by the referee, he released the hold, only to slap on a leg lock, trapping Python on the mat. Kushner maintained the hold for almost twenty seconds, before he was forced to release it.]
[PAGE] Good idea there, trying to keep Python at a slower pace.
[Picking up his former tag partner by the scruff of his shirt, Kushner nailed a couple of knee lifts of his own, and then began to pound away with a series of kicks to the body and head, pushing Python further and further back. The two back into a corner, where Jeff grabs the New Jersey native, and irish whips him against the far ropes. On the rebound, Kushner catches Python dead-on, and monkey flips him completely over the top rope, and out to the concrete floor below, near the French table! The crowd goes crazy in anticipation.]
[PAGE] We could see our first table go down any time now!
[MCCOY] Hah! And it looks like it could be the FRENCH!!!
[Jeff slides out of the ring, pulls Python to his feet, and rolls him onto the French table. He then quickly turns around, and rolls back in.]
[PAGE] Let’s quickly see what the French are talking about!
[LUCIEN BONHOMME] Sacre bleu!
[JACQUES PETITROBINET] ZUT! ZUT! Allez-vous -en !
[Kushner then turns, and with Python out on the table, runs off the far ropes, and charges towards his downed foe.]
[PAGE] My God! What is he going to do?!?
[Once he hits the ropes, Kushner launches into the air, nails his feet dead-on on the top, and flies off with a MASSIVE...
[PAGE] SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA!!!
[MCCOY] THERE’S PIECES OF TABLE EVERYWHERE!!!
[PAGE] THE FRENCH ANNOUNCERS ARE FLEEING!!! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD GO NUTS!!! THEY LOVE THESE TWO GUYS!
[MCCOY] AND THAT’S ONLY THE FIRST TABLE!
[Kushner and Python are both laid out on the floor, with the first signs of blood appearing on the back of Python. The two former TV champs stayed down for several moments, before Jeff showed the first signs of life. He pulls himself up to his feet, and drags Python along with him. A painful irish whip on Python’s lower back connecting with the guardrail suddenly follows that up. The young American staggered about, his momentum carrying him back towards Jeff, where he was caught, and launched with an overhead belly to belly suplex right into...
[PAGE] ...THE MEXICAN ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! MY GOD!!! THE MEXICAN ANNOUNCERS ARE RUNNING OFF TO THE BACK! PYTHON HAS GONE THROUGH TWO CONSECUTIVE TABLES!!!
[MCCOY] THAT’S TWO TO NOTHING FOR KUSHNER!!!
[PAGE] JEFF HAS A COMMANDING LEAD!
[Kushner picks up a shard of wood from the shattered Mexican table, and goes towards Python with it. Out of desperation, Python kicks Jeff in the gut, and nails a low blow, causing him to drop the shard on the ground and wince in pain. With Jeff temporarily stunned, Python crawled into the ring, hoping to put some distance between them for a moment or two. As Jeff climbs back up onto the apron, Python charges hard and nails him with a flying dropkick, knocking Jeff backwards into the guardrail. He winces in pain on the floor, and for the moment, both men are down...]
[PAGE] Great move there to stop Kushner’s momentum...
[MCCOY] I gotta give Python credit there... He was down and out and he found energy somewhere... I don’t understand how he pulled that off.
[Despite the last shot, Kushner is the first to his feet, rolling back into the ring and slowly regaining composure. Python now also finds his way up, only to be met with a series of punches to the body and head by Kushner. The Canadian veteran goes for an irish whip, but Python on the rebound ducks under a clothesline and hits a picture perfect...
[PAGE] SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!!!
[MCCOY] INCREDIBLE! WHERE DOES HE FIND THE STRENGTH?!?
[Kushner is now planted on his back, with Python standing over him. The crowd is going insane for both men, but their current favourite is the man on his feet. Chants of “Python!” can be heard all across the Coliseum. The young man seems energized by the crowd reaction, almost forgetting the pain in his body. Pulling Jeff to his feet, Python did two backwards flips, before flying towards his opponent, propelling himself up by his shoulders, locking his head with his legs, and swinging around for an absolutely HUGE TWISTING HURRICANRANA!!!]
[PAGE] AMAZING!!!
[MCCOY] KUSHNER’S ON THE FLOOR ON THE OUTSIDE!!!
[Python wastes no time in following Kushner to the outside, with the fans now unanimously chanting his name. He tosses his foe onto the nearest table, climbs on, and does fast damage with an absolutely horrific...
[PAGE] POWERBOMB!!! POWERBOMB!!! WOW!!! THE MOMENTUM HAS CLEARLY SHIFTED NOW!! THE GERMANS ARE RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES AS NOW THREE TABLES ARE NO MORE!!
[MCCOY] THAT’S PYTHON’S FIRST POINT! 2-1 KUSHNER!
[PAGE] WHAT A SHOWING BY THESE TWO YOUNG SUPERSTARS! THE FANS ARE LOVING IT!
[MCCOY] THEY’RE BOTH INSANE TO KEEP GOING! AND LOOK! KUSHNER’S ALREADY TRYING TO GET BACK UP!
[As Russell said, Jeff was already trying desperately to pull himself to his feet, blood now spilling down his face...the effects of the shards of table crashing everywhere. Python meanwhile, was nowhere to be seen...at least for a moment... As Jeff rises to his feet, he looks for his opponent...unable to find him nearby, he looks up...and so do all the fans to see Python perched...on the top rope.
[MCCOY] Oh my...
[PAGE] He can’t... He wouldn’t...
[He would... Python seconds later takes off from the top rope, and with Jeff backing off, nails him square in the chest with a cross body shot that shook the arena. Both men crashed over the railing and into the crowd. With the surrounding fans, the two vanish from the camera’s eye for a moment.
[PAGE & MCCOY] WHERE ARE THEY???
[It would take several minutes, but the camera would push through the fans to reveal both men pounding away on each other, buried within the stands. Python was still in control, but Jeff was backing down very little. Both men were clearly exhausted, but determined. The fans, were just beyond crazy...]
[PAGE] These two men are leaving everything they have right here, in this arena...and they’re doing it just for pride...and for the fans...
[MCCOY] I have to give them credit... This has been unreal so far...
[Python back in control, dragged Jeff over to the ringside area, where he tossed him over the railing, before leaping over himself. Considering the early shots he took, he seemed to be gaining strength, if still losing energy. He was not finished with this comeback though, as he rolled Jeff quickly onto the table from Russia, right in front of the U.S. table. Not losing a beat, he rolls into the ring, and heads right to his favourite spot...the top turnbuckle.]
[PAGE] What is he going to do now?
[MCCOY] Kill himself! That’s what he’s gonna do! And right in front of us!
[Python looks out to the fans, points out some signs of support, and calls for noise...]
[PAGE] I think he may be taking a bit too long here!
[MCCOY] He’s forgetting that Kushner is as good as he is! He thinks he has time!
[As the young Jersey star jumps off with a frightening frog splash, Kushner proves the announcers correct as he rolls out of the way, leaving Python to go straight through the Russian table stomach first!]
[PAGE] A SUICIDAL FROG SPLASH HAS ENDED PYTHON’S QUICK COMEBACK!
[MCCOY] JEFF NOW LEADS 3-1 AFTER A BIG MISTAKE THERE BY PYTHON!
[PAGE] YOU CAN’T UNDERESTIMATE ANYONE IN A MATCH LIKE THIS! ESPECIALLY YOUR OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER!
[The Russian announcers, determined to maintain their composure, simply picked up their mic sets, and sat near the British table, moving over their UK counterparts to make room. The ringside area now only had the U.K and Chinese tables side by side at one end, and the Canadian and Spanish tables at the far end. Both men were bloodied heavily now, Jeff on his face and arms, Python from the back and a scar on his chest. The fans were in a constant state of ovation...]
[Jeff stood very very slowly, ignoring everything, instead rolling into the ring, grasping his ribs tightly. Python followed suit moments later, unable to lift himself significantly off the ground. As he got into the ring, Jeff groggily kicked him several times to the back and head, before locking on an ankle lock. Python writhed in pain at the devastating submission maneuver...]
[PAGE] Kushner trying to damage that ankle and lower leg of Python, hoping to keep him off his feet as much as possible!
[MCCOY] That’s a good strategy by Kushner... keeping Python off his feet will eliminate one threat from his arsenal...speed.
[PAGE] Wow Russell...that was actually pretty insightful.
[MCCOY] ... Everything I say is insightful.
[PAGE] Whatever...
[Kushner continues to maintain his anklelock on Python, desperately trying to squeeze the strength out of the limb of his larger competitor. Python for his part, was struggling valiantly, attempting to pull towards the ropes to use them as leverage. The referee was helpless to look on, as he could do nothing to break the hold. The two men moved slightly closer and closer to the ropes as Jeff savaged the leg of his foe. The last MSWA TV champ crawled and crawled as the first CSWA TV champ tried to dig in his heels. Finally, after several minutes, Python managed to grasp the rope, lift himself up, and with an incredible show of strength, draw back his legs and push Kushner off!]
[PAGE] Python finally escapes that painful move, but the damage I think has been done...
[MCCOY] He’ll be lucky if he can stand on that ankle for a long time.
[PAGE] I gotta agree with you there Russ...
[Kushner did not fall down though, and moments later, jumped back towards his opponent, grabbing him by both legs, and dragging him back into the centre of the ring. There, he finagled Python into a figure four leglock!
[PAGE] Great technical move here by Kushner...
[Python though, dug deep, and before Kushner could completely lock in the figure four, he twisted around, pushed through, and found a way to reverse the figure four into his...]
[PAGE] SHARPSHOOTER! PYTHON HAS ON THE SHARPSHOOTER! GREAT REVERSAL THERE!!!
[The audience here in Wichita were going back and forth with their support for each and every move. It seemed that Python was the slightly bigger fan favourite at the moment, but not by much...and that was changing moment to moment... He sat down hard on the sharpshooter move, straining hard the legs and back of Kushner.]
[MCCOY] Now it’s Python who’s taking the speed advantage away from Kushner! I’ll be surprised if either of these guys can stand by the end of the night!
[Python held the sharpshooter for several minutes, putting more and more strain on Jeff’s back and legs. Finally, he released the hold, and began to limp over to the corner turnbuckle. He very slowly climbed up to the top, straining to maintain his balance on his wobbly limbs. Finally, he took off, with Jeff just having risen to his feet. Python caught Jeff around the head with his legs, swung down with a hurricanrana, and somehow managed to grab his head and plunk him on the mat with a DDT...all better known as the...]
[PAGE] REPTILE ROLLOUT! UNBELIEVABLE!!! WHAT A DEVASTATING MANEUVER!!
[MCCOY] NAILED DEAD ON! JEFF’S OUT COLD!
[PAGE] PYTHON LOOKS TO BE HEADING TO THE OUTSIDE WITH JEFF...LOOKING TO EVEN UP THE MATCH FAST!
[Just as Eddie called it, Python had begun to drag Jeff’s limp carcass out to the concrete floor, and over towards the Canadian table. There, Python bent Jeff over, and lifting him like a rag doll, chucked him right through the announcers table with a powerbomb. Jeff’s body simply shook in the shards of wood.]
[PAGE] HUGE POWERBOMB!!! POWERBOMB!!! POWERBOMB!!! PYTHON WITH A DEVASTATING POWERBOMB!!!
[MCCOY] KUSHNER IS COMPLETELY GONE NOW! HE CAN BARELY MOVE!!! IF HE’S CONCIOUS THAT IS...
[PAGE] THAT BRINGS PYTHON RIGHT BACK IN THIS MATCH! IT’S NOW 3-2 FOR KUSHNER!!!
[Python was far from finished however as he rolled Jeff onto the nearby Spanish table. Climbing on top of it next to him, he looked around at the roaring crowd, grinning widely, yet still bleeding from the back and ribs. He paused for a moment, and then shook his head, leaping off the table...much to the chagrin of the hollering masses. But they weren’t disappointed for long, because he was rolling into the ring, and climbing up to the top rope seconds later. As he stood at the top, and as Jeff lay flat on his back completely out of it, Python paused for a moment to look out to the Kansas audience...who have not stopped cheering since virtually moment one of the match. He looked out at Jeff, grinned, and yelled, ‘TIME TO TAKE FLIGHT!’ before taking off, flipping in mid-air, and crashing through Kushner’s body with a stunning...]
[PAGE] DIVING MOONSAULT!!! DIVING MOONSAULT!!! THROUGH A TABLE!!! OH MY GOD!!!
[MCCOY] BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! THE MATCH IS TIED AT 3!!!
[PAGE] THE SPANISH ANNOUNCERS ARE GONE AND SO IS ANY PART OF THEIR TABLE!!!
[MCCOY] How much more can these guys take? They’re both crazy!!!
[It was several minutes before either man moved again...but with his renewed energy, Python managed to get to his feet first, roll Jeff back into the ring, and then slide in himself. With his weakened state, all he could muster at the moment was hard stomps...but after a few of those, he sprang off the ropes, and nailed a gorgeous standing moonsault on Kushner. The momentum was carrying him now, as he began to get his second, or third, or fifteen wind. His energy would come back stronger with each successive move. Following the moonsault, he nailed a handspring elbow drop...quickly followed by a flipping legdrop. He pulled Kushner to his feet once more, and while he stood there groggily, Python ran off the far ropes once more and hit a picture perfect swinging neckbreaker. Every move he hit now was getting more and more painful to watch, as Jeff’s blood was now all over the ring. The fans could feel the whole momentum of the match fall completely in Python’s favour. He once again pulled Kushner to the outside, and headed over to the Chinese and British tables. The announcers there began to panic and take steps backwards. Python grinned widely at the effect they were having. Everywhere he looked the fans just wanted to get closer. Never had he been in a match quite like this.]
[Hoping to continue to keep Jeff off his feet, who had now been nearly unconcious for almost five minutes, Python pounded away more on his head and chest. Raring up, he extended his arm, grasped Jeff’s, and whipped him blisteringly fast against the guardrail, drawing a huge ‘OOOOOOOOH!’ from the fans.]
[PAGE] Python’s really taking the pain to Jeff now... I don’t think the Canadian star can hold out much longer. Python should try to end it now...and be done with it. You don’t want to give Jeff a chance to regain his strength.
[MCCOY] Give him enough time, and Python will do something stupid like that...
[PAGE] Haven’t you learned anything from what happened earlier tonight?
[MCCOY] Why? What happened earlier tonight?
[Python was continuing to take it to Jeff hard, now revving up and whipping Kushner hard into the tables, bringing out a groan of agony from everyone. Finally, he brought Jeff over to the tables, and rolled him on top, following him quickly. Glancing out to the nearby fans for a moment, he grinned, and brought Jeff to his feet. He then jumped up a little, caught Jeff by the head for a twirling DDT........]
[PAGE] NO!!!
[MCCOY] I CAN’T BELIEVE HE FOUND THE STRENGTH!!!!
[PAGE] WHAT AN AMAZING SHOW OF ENDURANCE! THAT MAY HAVE SAVED THE MATCH!
[Jeff, in the middle of the twirling DDT, had planted his feet and shoved Python off, sending him to the floor below. Somehow, he managed to stay on his feet, while Python rolled around on the concrete. The fans went wild, and anyone with a ‘Kushner’ sign threw it up in the air in support. The whole building rocked with excitement at the near table crash. Jeff slowly climbed down off the table, only to be met with Python who had risen from the ashes to nail a deadly spear into his body against the table, sticking his back against it hard. Jeff merely crumbled to the floor, barely able to move.]
[PAGE] I don’t know if I can take anymore!
[MCCOY] I know THEY can’t!
[Python, learning from earlier, wasted no time and tossed Jeff right back up onto the table...and then paused for a moment. Instead of climbing onto the Chinese broadcast table, he turned and headed to the top rope...preparing for yet another high risk maneuver. He held his arms out at his side, and prepared to take off....]
[Then, somehow, Kushner found the strength to get up, and race to the top rope from the apron, meeting Python face to face. Python was stunned and surprised, and the two pounded away on each other hard... Each nearly pushed the other off, their legs weakening quickly. Jeff nailed an elbow to the head on Pyth, before receiving one hard to the gut, nearly knocking him off. Each time one looked to fall off, the fans would cry out...as the tables were virtually at their feet. Back and forth it went for several moments, before one of the scariest and yet amazing moments in pro wrestling occurred. Kushner nailed Python in the head with a hard headbutt, staggering the young Jersey-ite. He then locked him around his chest with his arms, and lifted him over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex, straight down, sending Python through the Chinese table, and Jeff, with the momentum, through the British table!!! The fans seemed to somehow crank up the volume even a little bit more...]
[PAGE] MY GOD!!! THEY BOTH WENT THROUGH THE TABLES!!!
[MCCOY] UNBELIEVABLE!!! THEY SEEM TO STILL BE BREATHING!!! INCREDIBLE!!!
[PAGE] THE MATCH IS TIED AT 4!!! HOW CAN THESE MEN EVEN STILL BE ALIVE! THEY HAVE EACH GONE THROUGH FOUR TABLES!
[MCCOY] THE MATCH IS OVER!!! THEY’RE OUT OF TABLES!!! IT ENDS AS A DRAW!!!
[The fans seemed to notice the same thing, and began to applaud the two competitors for their amazing work tonight...but then noticed the bell hadn’t rung... Several minutes passed with all the confusion, and the two men began to slowly rise once more. Everyone looked around, trying to figure out what was left...and then it hit them...]
[MCCOY] Why hasn’t the match ended? They’re out of tables!?!
[PAGE] Uhhhh....Russ...Not quite...
[MCCOY] What do you mean???
[Before he could answer, Jeff had thrown Python across the ringside area, and directly into the U.S. table...with none other than Russell McCoy, and Eddie Page. Python was staggering now, bleeding profusely once more from the chest, and now a small cut on his head as well. He could barely stand on his left leg, and he continuously held his ribs. Jeff however, had found some strength, and charged towards him, taking him down with a hard clothesline.]
[Python fell fast, but quickly tried to get up, only to be met by Jeff’s running knee lift, putting him back on his butt. Feeling the power of momentum, Kushner pounded away on Python’s legs with repeated stomps, ensuring that Pyth was not getting back up to fight him. But Jeff couldn’t keep the big man down for long, because Python managed to roll out from under his boot, grab his leg, and nail a dragon screw, spinning Jeff down to the floor!!! The train had stopped and was once again rolling in Python’s favour! He rolled Jeff onto the U.S. table, and followed him up. He locked Jeff’s head up, and prepared for a powerbomb...]
[PAGE] OH NO!!!
[MCCOY] THIS WILL END IT!!!
[PAGE] THIS WILL END KUSHNER!!!
[MCCOY] GOOD RIDDANCE!!!
[PAGE] SHUT UP!!!
[Python grabbed Jeff around the chest, ready to lift him into the move, but suddenly stopped short... He hesitated for a moment, and tried again... but again, he stopped short........ he tried for the move a third time, and this time it was clear...Kushner was blocking the move!!! He then planted his feet, and raised his head, lifting Python into the air, and dropping him over his head hitting his back across the tables edge!!!]
[PAGE] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
[MCCOY] HIS BACK FELL ACROSS THE TABLE BUT IT DIDN’T BREAK!!!
[PAGE] PYTHON IS COMPLETELY BROKEN IN HALF!!! MY GOD!!!
[Jeff, breathing hard, but still breathing, was now standing on top of the table, looking out at the fans... He leaned over and grabbed the microphone that he left on the table from earlier and flipped it on...His breathing was so staggered that he huffed and puffed through every word.]
[KUSHNER] Have...you ....had....fun....Russ... Because.... I have a ....secret for you.... You’re....the one...who inspired...me to ...bring this....match back... And you....know what?.... Now.... It’s time....
[The fans murmered at the words to his favourite line... ready to yell it with him...]
[KUSHNER & THE CROWD] IT’S MY TIME!!!
[FANS] RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
[Jeff jumped off the table, and tossed everything off of it, rolling Python onto it. He patted Python on the chest, and then rolled into the ring, and headed to the top turnbuckle...]
[PAGE] THIS IS IT!!
[MCCOY] I don’t care...
[Page ignores his colleague.]
[PAGE] IT’S TIME FOR KUSHNER’S “MY TIME”!!!
[Jeff then launched off the top with a massive and incredibly high swanton bomb off the top, crashing through the table, and Python’s limp body.... Now, both men were down...and down for good. Their bodies lay in a heap, with nine tables shattered all around them... Each occasionally convulsed on the canvas... the only sure sign that either was still alive.]
[PAGE] IT’S ALL OVER!!! KUSHNER WINS THE MATCH 5-4 IN THE CSWA’S FIRST EVER AROUND THE WORLD TABLES MATCH!!! IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!!!
[MCCOY] If it wasn’t for the fact that Jeff came up with the idea, I would have agreed with you.
[PAGE] OH GROW UP RUSS! IT WAS AMAZING!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THEY HAVE IN STORE FOR US NEXT WEEK!!!
[MCCOY] Bah...
[PAGE] WELL, WHILE THE RING TECHNICIANS MAKE THEIR WAY OUT HERE TO CLEAN UP, WE’LL SEND THE SHOW TO COMMERCIAL!!! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE BOUT HERE IN KANSAS!!!
[PAGE]AND NOW THE TWO MEN ARE SITTING UP AT LEAST, SMILING AND SHAKING HANDS!! THE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY!!! WELL DONE GENTLEMEN!!! WELL DONE!!!
[The shot of the destroyed ringside area fades to a commercial for Home Depot...]
##Thankful for every breath I take # #
##Won't take it for granted.... ##
# # So I learn from my mistakes ##
Whatever happens in this lifetime # #
So I trust in love # #
You have given me peace of mind #
# # For the very first time...
# # I can't deny you, I feel so alive...
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# # I... I feel so alive!!!
# # For the very first time...
# # And I think I can fly...
## it's telling me all these things... ##
## that you would probably hide... ##
## am I... your one and only desire... ##
## am I the reason you breathe... ##
## or am I the reason you cry... ##
## I just can't live without you... ##
## I hate you... ##
## I can't get around you... ##
## I breathe you... ##
## I taste you... ##
## I can't live without you... ##
## I just can't take any more... ##
## this life of solitude... ##
## I guess that i'm out the door... ##
## and now i'm done with you... ##
## I just can't live without you... ##