versus

Joe Foale

Singles Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

JP: The crowd are all ready and excited for this match here in Iowa, and its going to be a fine spectacle of wrestling.

Sully: It's the equivalent of David versus Goliath.

JP: Young Joe Foale takes on the experienced Anarkist in a singles match, and surely both these men will be looking to impress the management of their World Title intentions.

Sully: I think Joe Foale can fell the giant tree trunk tonight...

JP: There is a significan weight disadvantage...

Sully: And height!

Peter Santos: This match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 313 lbs, Anarkist!

[The crowd roar as "Papercut" by Linkin Park hits the PA system and the "Unluckiest" MWF wrestler makes his way down the entrance ramp, high fiving the fans.]

JP: Poor Anarkist, he has had so much bad luck during his months with the MWF.

Sully: Nothing ever seems to work out for him, not suprising really.

JP: He has the skills to win the MWF World Title, but lady luck is the most important factor.

Peter Santos: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 203 lbs., Joe Foale!

[The crowd let off a huge chorus of boos and jeers as "Freak On A Leash" by KoRn hits the PA system and the small frame of Joe Foale walks onto the entrance way. He walks slowly down the ramp, sizing up the figure of Anarkist.]

Sully: Joe Foale is going to have to be very tactical in his approach tonight against Anarkist.

JP: Anarkist needs to just reel Foale in and stop Foale using his speed.

Sully: This crowd really do have no respect for such a great young man.

JP: Many believe, including myself that Foale can go far in the MWF, but he just needs to stop doing stupid things like hitting Anarkist over the head with chairs when they are meant to be working together.

Sully: Joe was just acting in his best interests.

[The bell sounds and Joe Foale has just slid into the ring, Anarkist tightens his gloves and cracks his knuckles as his rival Foale walks to the other side of the ring and taunts to the crowd who jeer at the young star. Anarkist runs at Foale and takes him down with a clothesline to the back of the head, Foale goes spinning over the top rope and to the concrete floor on the outside.]

JP: Wow! What power there from Anarkist.

Sully: Foale hardly had chance to put his feet on the canvas before he went hurtling out of the ring.

[Anarkist climbs out of the ring, Charles Galliant begins the count...1....2...Anarkist has Joe Foale and he picks up the two hundred pound Foale and to the roar of the crowd throws him headfirst into the ringsteps! There is a loud crunch as Foale's head cracks against the steps...3...4...Anarkist grabs Foale's blonde hair and tosses him back into the ring like he doesn't weigh anything. Galliant stops the count and Anarkist nods his head in time with the clapping and chanting of the crowd as he pauses on the ring apron. Joe Foale holding his head drags himself to his feet and slumps against the turnbuckle.]

JP: Foale on the back foot straight away, Anarkist clearly outlining his intentions tonight. He wants that MWF Title belt.

Sully: Be his first ever taste of gold in the MWF!

[Anarkist runs at Foale who is slumped against the turnbuckle, Foale at the last second leaps out of the way, Anarkist thunders into the turnbuckle and recoils back off it and Foale jumps up and hits a spinning neckbreaker on the big man, Anarkist's head jars onto the mat and Foale covers...1...! Anarkist throws Foale off and gets straight back to his feet, looking slightly dazed.]

JP: Foale shouldn't of gone for the cover there, he needed to keep the momentum.

Sully: He's let Anarkist back in now...

[Anarkist roars and grabs Joe Foale by the throat, Foale screams and kicks Anarkist in the groin...Anarkist doubles up in pain and Foale runs to the ropes, comes back and launches a dropkick right into the side of Anarkist's head. The big man staggers across the ring and Foale runs after him and leaps and executes a bulldog, Anarkist rolls over onto his front and Foale points to the turnbuckle.]

JP: Not a good idea...

Sully: He's going up top!

[Foale runs to the turnbuckle and climbs up, the crowd jeering him as he positions himself on the top rope. He taunts and then launches himself off, Foale connects with the frog splash, Anarkist's body shudders on impact and Foale hooks the leg...1...2! Anarkist kicks out, but looking rather weary. Foale argues with Charles Galliant who explains to the young man that it was not a three count.]

JP: You won't get anywhere by arguing with Charles Galliant!

Sully: But Foale has balls you have to say that, he won't give in without a fight.

JP: He's taken his eye off Anarkist, never a good idea!

[Anarkist has got to his feet, he rears up behind Joe Foale and brings his arm down across the back of Foale's neck. Foale drops to the mat and Anarkist drags Foale by his shirt and lifts him up, the crowd roar as Anarkist looks for the chokeslam....but Foale manages to kick Anarkist in the chest and he drops down and whips Anarkist into the ropes. Anarkist comes back and Foale smashes him with the Foale Pole!]

JP: Wow!

Sully: He's done it!

[Joe Foale hooks the leg and Charles Galliant counts...1...2...3!]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, Joe Foale!

[The crowd jeer as Foale gets to his feet and his arm is raised in truimph over the fallen Anarkist who looks very dazed and confused. Foale taunts the crowd and goes to make his way out of the ring when "Not Enough" by Our Lady Peace hits the PA system.]

JP: Here comes Sam King, this just gets even better!

Sully: Ah not him, someone send him back to where he belongs.

JP: And where does he belong?

Sully: In the pits that spawned him.

JP: This isn't Lord of the Rings!

[Sam King is on the entrance way, he stands and stares down at the ring, his eyes fixed on Joe Foale. He then glances at the fallen Anarkist. Foale returns the glare and two mens eyes are tansfixed on one another, neither is budging an inch.]

JP: I wish one of them would blink!

[The scene starts to fade out as Foale and King are still locked in each others gaze, with "Not Enough" still playing.]

Sully: We'll see you all next week, goodnight folks!

JP: Yep, goodnight!

Sully: It'll be amazing to see what happens next week between these two men...

JP: Is Joe Foale now really a contender for the MWF World Title?

Sully: I'd like to think so!

JP: Find out next week if Joe Foale has a real chance.