Referee: Chris Forrest.
Writer: Paddy Stoate.
JP: Folks, this
is the second to last match of the night, and I have a bad feeling about it.
Sully: I don�t! I can�t wait to see Gutter Rat beat the crap out of Exodus and
retain his Title!
[As he says �Title�, Exodus� music, �Thug Love�, hits.]
Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a One-Hour Iron Man
Match! Whoever has the most pins, submissions or disqualifications at the end of
the hour will be the winner, and the Television Champion. Introducing first,
from Los Angeles, California�Exodus!
JP: The fans giving a decent mount of applause for the man who tonight attempts
to topple the mighty Gutter Rat for the Television Title!
Sully: He�ll never do it! Not in an Iron Man Match!
[Exodus steps out to a decent pop, and dashes to the ring, sliding in and
hopping up and down on the spot.]
JP: Let�s not forget that Exodus only learned a few days ago that he would be
facing Gutter Rat, he must be hella nervous!
Sully: He should be. He�s coming into this match completely unprepared, and
Gutter Rat is gonna destroy him!
[As if on cue, �More Human Than Human� hits, and Gutter Rat storms out onto the
ramp, holding his Title.]
Pete Santos: And the opponent, from the Alleys of Guttersville, weighing in at
two hundred and seventy-five pounds�He is the MwF Television Champion�Gutter
Rat!
[The fans boo Gutter Rat as he walks down the ramp, but he pays no attention.
The Champion throws aside the belt as he walks, then drops his trademark chain
next to it. Without breaking step, Gutter Rat slides into the ring and walks
towards Exodus. Exodus, wasting no time, releases a massive punch to the face of
Gutter Rat.]
JP: Exodus wasting little time! He wants to get the early advantage over Gutter
Rat here!
Sully: That wasn�t a smart move!
[Evidently not, as Gutter Rat appears to be laughing! A small trickle of blood
is running from his nose, and he gets right in Exodus� face. Suddenly, however,
he draws back his head, and nuts Exodus! The bell rings and timer is started.
Gutter Rat takes no notice of this, and begins to unload on Exodus. He unleashes
right after right, forcing the smaller man into the corner, then pounds
viciously into his face, opening up a large gash in his head.]
Sully: Exodus is opened up already!
JP: He�s got a long way to go yet!
[Gutter Rat now pulls Exodus up and grabs his neck, then throws him out of the
ring and onto the cold, hard concrete outside. A minute has gone. GR follows
Exodus, stomping cruelly on his back, and laughing as he does it. Finally, after
a strict warning from the ref, GR picks up Exodus and rolls him into the ring,
going for the pin. 1�2�Exodus gets the shoulder up. Infuriated already, Gutter
Rat stands up and waits for Exodus to do the same. He does, extremely groggily,
and turns. Gutter Rat runs, but misses with the Train Wreck! Exodus has moved,
and Gutter Rat runs straight into the turnbuckle, crying out as his shoulder
appears to crumple. He staggers backwards, and is caught in a rollup by Exodus,
1�2�3! Exodus scores a pinfall!]
Peter Santos: A point goes to Exodus!
[The fans go wild for Exodus, but they are cut short as Gutter Rat stands up
immediately, obliterating Exodus with a Clothesline. Gutter Rat looks furious
beneath his mask, and screams at Exodus �You�re Dead, Punk!� ]
JP: Gutter Rat is not happy about that�
Sully: Would you be?
[GR now picks up Exodus and spins him around, grabbing his neck and locking in
the Lights Out!]
JP: Lights Out!
[Gutter Rat whips Exodus around like a rag doll, choking him terribly, and the
referee has to scream at GR to stop so he can ask Exodus if he wants to give up.
However, Exodus is already gone, and after a few seconds, Chris Forrest has
signalled the bell for the sleepout. ]
Peter Santos: A point goes to Gutter Rat!
[The points are now even at one-one, and ten minutes have gone (yeah, I know,
but it�s really hard to write an hour-long match). Gutter Rat drags Exodus� limp
body towards the turnbuckle, and leans him against it. Taking his time, letting
the seconds ebb away, GR kicks Exodus in the gut, then elbows him in the face,
which makes a horrible crunching sound. Exodus is covered in blood.]
JP: Look at poor Exodus!
Sully: He never should have accepted this match�
[Gutter Rat is lazily eyeing Exodus, who is clinging to the ropes for dear life.
Suddenly, an evil glint appears in GR�s eyes, and he glances outside the ring.
With a quick look at referee Chris Forrest, the Rat Bastard slides out of the
ring and grabs a chair. He then slides back in.]
JP: What?
Sully: He�s got a chair!
JP: That is not allowed! He�ll be disqualified!
[Gutter Rat ignores Forrest, and, as Exodus stands, clocks it tremendously over
his head, contracting his neck and causing him to go down like he�s been shot.
The bell rings furiously, and Peter Santos bellows:]
Peter Santos: Two points are awarded to Exodus!
JP: I quite agree with whoever is keeping score. That obvious disregard for the
rules, that intentional cheating, merits a two-point penalty!
Sully: Oh, don�t be such a wetty, JP! Sometimes you have to bend the rules to
get what you want!
JP: Bend the rules?! Gutter Rat is spitting in the face of every Mw fan tonight
with his clear disrespect!
[The score is now 3-1 Exodus. Fifteen minutes have gone. Gutter Rat rolls the
limp Exodus over and lazily lays across him, and Forrest reluctantly counts the
three. Peter Santos announces the point, and the score is 3-2 with forty-seven
minutes to go. Gutter Rat then lies across Exodus again, and Forrest has no
choice but to count. This reoccurs quite a few times, until a whole twenty-five
minutes have gone, and Gutter Rat is 15-3 up. ]
Sully: Well, I think we can go on home. Gutter Rat has won it.
JP: It looks like it, but there are still thirty-five minutes to go.
[Gutter Rat now drags Exodus back to the turnbuckle and pops him against the
bottom pad, before setting up the chair in an upright position. He sits down on
it and takes a break, beckoning to the outside for a bottle of water, which is
passed up to him. Every time he takes a sip, he pours a bit on Exodus, spitting
on him now and then too. He is wasting time very quickly and efficiently.]
JP: Look at Gutter Rat, this is heinous!
Sully: Why? How?
JP: Well, look at him! Wasting fans� good money that they paid to see Nightmare!
He�s just sitting there, ruining the experience!
[Almost as if he heard what JP said, Gutter Rat stands up, taking Exodus with
him out of the ring. He drags him over to the announcers� table, and rolls him
on top of it. ]
JP: What the hell?!
Sully: Look what you�ve done, JP!
[Gutter Rat climbs up onto the table, and puts Exodus in the position for a
Powerbomb! He signals for it, flipping the bird at the fans, and then grabs
Exodus� sides. However, Exodus reverses, standing straight and throwing Gutter
Rat through the other table!]
JP: My God! My God! Gutter Rat goes through the table! Gutter Rat goes through
the table!
Sully: No! That�s cheating! Tell me Gutter Rat gets a point for that!
[Gutter Rat does indeed get a point and, with twenty-five minutes to go, the Rat
Bastard leads 16-3. Both men are out completely cold, with the table shattered
around them.]
JP: Folks, we�re uh�we�re gonna have to take a commercial break, but we�ll be
right back�
---Commercial Break---
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