Rude Girl gets a shoulder up as
DefCon is making his third swing down.
Burnt: Close… Disciple is grabbing her head… lifting her again… 3/4 face
lock applied… he swings around… bulldog! Disciple lands in a sitting position
and flips over for the cover again. No! It didn’t work! Rude Girl gets a
shoulder up after a count of one.
As Disciple picks himself up
again, Rude Girl kicks him in the back of the knee… he loses his balance and
crashes to the mat.
Burnt: Rude Girl with a surprising burst of energy. Still no signs the
doc is up yet. Disciple charges at Rude Girl… she hooks his arm and pulls him
down – armdrag! Disciple picks himself back up though, he bounces back and
pushes off the rope for speed… the arms hook again… she pushes him down,
back-first with a hiptoss…
Icehawg: I’m either crazy… or those are two midgets running towards the
ring.
Burnt: You’re right… down the ramp… those two crazy Dr. Abortion midgets
– Roe and Wade. Here to interfere, obviously.
Icehawg: Maybe they’re just here to… uhh… err… okay, the only thing they
can be doing is interfering. I’m sorry.
Roe attempts to distract the
attention of DefCon as Wade hands Dr. A a syringe, which he slips in a hidden,
inner pocket of his medical vest.
Roe: Hey ref! REF! Look at me! I’m not distracting you!
Alvarado:
Silence, foolish Moor!
DefCon: Hungh?! Hey get the hell-
And as soon as they came, they
dash away up the ramp. In the meantime, Rude Girl has been using the situation
to her advantage.
Burnt: And look at Rude Girl… she’s grabbed Disciple’s legs and is
pulling them forward… looks like she’s trying to damage his hamstrings! She
released it now.
Icehawg: He’s trying to stand, but he can barely walk after that!
Burnt: Rude girl with a bit of a lariat, she swings Disciple to the
ropes… OH! And Dr. Abortion just pulled the ropes down so he’d fall right over
the side! Disciple sent out of the ring once again!
Dr. A: Hrmm… excuse me. I just lost an, uh… contact lens. Yesssss.
Contact lens.
Dr. Abortion slides under the
bottom rope and crouches by the apron where Disciple lies.
Icehawg: What's he doing over there? Do we have a camera at that angle?
Burnt: Yes… but I think the doc is too low for DefCon to see. He’s
taking out that syringe. He pokes Disciple!
Icehawg: He’s injecting some sedative into Disciple’s neck! Why we should
ban him from the BRB just for that! Or not.
Burnt: Naa… I don’t really care.
Icehawg: Then I guess we’re in unison on the indifference as long as
Defcon didn’t see it.
Burnt: The doc tosses the syringe away as that thorazine tranquilizer
takes its effect. Don’t expect Disciple to wake up any time soon.
Dr. A slides back into the ring,
and pretends to fumble with his eye.
Dr. A: Found it. You know, uh, the contact lens.
Burnt: Rude Girl charges and the two are toe to toe once again… Rude
Girl gains control… jab to the sternum of the doc. He falls backward as she
delivers a spinning heel kick.
Unable to catch a leg, the doc
falls into the ropes. Drowsiness is starting to set in. And to think, if he
wins this he still has to fight again… maybe twice more. A motivation within
pulls him back up though.
Icehawg: Both Rude Girl and Dr. Abortion are looking pretty beat.
Burnt: Rude Girl grabs him… but the doc counters, he grabs her and falls
back… Flatliner!
Icehawg: I can feel it… the end is comings soon… round two is almost here.
Burnt: The doc scoops her up… double underhook… he pulls her up and
drops her across his knee for a backbreaker… release and a cover.
DefCon: 1… 2…
Burnt: Rude Girl gets a shoulder up!
Icehawg: Imagine this guy’s embarrassment going home if he loses to a
girl. A non-lesbian at that.
Burnt: Really?! Well… I… I had just assumed that all females in Wrassle
were… uhh… back to the match… Dr. Abortion lifts Rude Girl into a standing
fireman’s carry… he slides her head into a facelock… DDT!… another pin… and
Rude Girl kicks out again!
Frustrated, Dr. A rolls her over
and grabs one of her arms, hooking it behind her back. He gets behind and goes
down too… pulling on the shoulder.
Burnt: Oh! I think it’s a chickenwing!
Icehawg: The doc is going to try to suck every last bit of breath out of
her.
Burnt: He’s not releasing it… Rude Girl may be in trouble! The doc has
had the last couple of moves… I don’t know if Rude Girl can take much more.
Icehawg: There is a distinct weight difference. Rude Girl isn’t tapping…
but that could just be because she’s gone cataleptic now.
Burnt: DefCon’s down getting a closer look… he may want to raise Rude
Girl’s arms to see if they’re limp. Yep, that’s what he’s going to-
Icehawg: Nope! Doc releases her before DefCon can see.
Burnt: Yeah, I wonder why…
Rude Girl lay there
after the chickenwing, immobile. Without a submission applied, DefCon can’t
really check to see if she’s gone limp. Should he begin counting?
The point becomes
moot… Dr. Abortion gently places one foot on Rude Girl’s stomach, and poses his
arms in a muscular fashion.
Burnt: A cocky “pin” there by Dr. Abortion.
Icehawg: It will never work, ninety-nine times out of a hundred that pin
will have a kick ou-
DefCon: 1… 2… 3!!!
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DefCon Signals over to Limit at
the timekeeper/bell table. The bell rings.
Burnt: Holy hell! Dr. Abortion won it with a Chickenwing!
Icehawg: What a match! Now clear this fodder out of the ring and bring on
the Second Round!
Anastasia: You’re winner…
Dr. Abortion immediately
collapses after his pose. Sleepy time. DefCon was about to raise the doc’s arm,
but just shrugs.
Burnt: Well… Dr. Abortion advances, and he’s just got one match in
between to rest. The winners of the first and second matches from earlier
tonight are facing off I just a few minutes.
Icehawg: The doc better hope for a long match… because in this tourney
format, he has got precious little time to respite.
Burnt: And also note… that whether it be [name here] or Doctor Abortion
who wins in the second round, they will have to immediately pick themselves
back up again and get ready for the BRB FINAL!
Icehawg: What a way to end the first round though. You’ve got to give
credit to Rude Girl and Disciple for putting up a hell of a fight.
Burnt: Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re headed backstage, and the Second
Round excitement begins… NOW!!!
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