JP: We are moments away from the Pre-Main event of the One Last Time evening where Thunder Bull, the last ever MWF World Heavyweight Champion faces one of the first ever MWF World Heavyweight Champion�s in the early generation of the MWF, Anarkist.

Sully: A match that wrestling fans have waited to see for years and years but never got to see it happen. But here we are tonight ready to feed you to the max!

JP: Thunder Bull was very vocal over the course of the week while Anarkist was still lurking in the shadows not voicing any opinions on this vital match.

Sully: We all know Anarkist, when a highly-anticipated match like this comes knocking on the door he will be training vigorously for this match and I am sure he has been for the duration of this all-important week.

[Suddenly the MaxiTrons re-illuminate and we are located backstage where a dark hallway is seen. The cameras pan up the wall to focus on a selection of golden picture frames where photographs are shown of legends such as Ross Allen, Troy Knight, Tempest, Anarkist and Mark Rose. The camera trails near the end of the hallway and to the end of the wall of legends. Finally reaching the end there a figure stands overshadowed by the darkness. They stand next to a picture frame that is covered by a dark blanket. The figure laughs manically as the fans watch on from back in the arena. The figure strokes his hands up and down the blanket and clasps a hold of one end of the blanket. In one quick motion the figure snaps the blanket to reveal a gleaming photograph of the last ever MWF World Heavyweight Champion, Thunder Bull in all glory holding up the prestigious belt. The figure peers up at the picture and then walks into the brightness. The face is identified and the fans give a thunderous ovation from back in the arena as immediate �Thunder Bull! Thunder Bull! Thunder Bull!� chants repeat throughout the arena walls. The �Perfector of Pain� smiles widely knowing what awaits him in just a few moments time. He turns his head slightly to glance back up at the picture. His eyes lock with the reflection of him, his former self in the picture where he was in his prime. Thunder Bull turns his attention back to the arena as the fans simmer down. The �Perfector of Pain� finally decides to speak in a luring tone.]

Thunder Bull: Here we are� One Last Time and Anarkist fate awaits you. Tonight is the night where the �Perfector of Pain� supplies an unpleasant beating on the soon-to-be battered, bruised and scarred body of Anarkist. The fans have begged and pleaded to witness this history-in-the-making match. It�s icon versus icon and legend versus legend. I have more than less earned my stripes here just as much as you Anarkist and you know that each match is more important than the last match. This is certainly the most important match of my career and tonight Anarkist we are going to a premonition of hell. The Thunder Bull that stood tall and won that MWF World Heavyweight Championship on two consecutive occasions is returning for one night only for the fans�

[The fans back in the arena cheer heavily in response to this comment as the �Perfector of Pain� turns to leave. However, he has a few final words he wishes to speak to his herd of fans back in the arena.]

Thunder Bull: Thank you for the memories MWF, Edward Walker and to even you Anarkist. Tonight we�re going to set that ring on fire and explode with chaos and massacre. Tonight carnage is going to be left scattered in that ring at the hands of two ferocious beasts. Tonight Anarkist I leave with a happy memory of the Maximum Wrestling Federation making one last impact before we part ways. Anarkist you have been forewarned. I am afraid I must bid you a final farewell my helpless victim. Never� Say� Die�!

[Steams engulfs the hallway forming around the body of Thunder Bull who stands there with anger expressed across his determined face. The fans are cheering back in the arena as Thunder Bull vacates the hallways heading to the entranceway around the corner. He disappears from camera view as the MWF heads to a quick commercial break. Fade out. Blackout.]

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Anarkist versus Thunder Bull

Singles Match

Referee: Chris Ford

Writer: Jon Beavers

JP: Boy oh boy, I'm so excited for this one on one match, it is going to be simply incredible.

Sully: Oh yes, we're finally going to see Thunder Bull put down another inferior athlete, and an inferior athlete by the name of Anarkist at that!

[An old familiar theme, "A Place For My Bead" by Linkin Park, nearly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, and a flood of boos signals the reaction from the fans. However, the brilliance of the flash bulbs nearly rivals the pyros that begin to explode as out steps what many perceive to be the Greatest MWF Champion ever to hold that title... As the fans stand to greet him properly, he smiles, in his mind, telling everyone that tonight is going to be another fabulous night. His shirt reads ONE LAST PROCRASTINATION in bold white letters; his pants are black with gold weaving down either side, matching, to every ones surprise the golden glint of the MWF Heavyweight title over his shoulder.]

JP: Now THAT took a lot of nerve Sullivan, the title no longer has a status amongst these guys.

Sully: Are you kidding me? Any member on this roster would have killed for a shot at that title here tonight! Our rightful Champion is here, and where is he on the card? Bah, It'd be nice to see him use that belt to perform a colonoscopy on the creative "Genius" that thought this up.

[Thunder Bull heads down the ramp and into the ringside area as the fans respond - nothing but a legion of hateful obscenities hurled his way by the ingrates that surround him... Thunder Bull, completely ignores them. He arrives in front of the ring, and as he does so the thousands of people in attendance rise higher than ever in their attempt to verbally prevent him from entering the ring. He merely grins and jumps onto the apron, removing the 13 lb World Title belt from around his waist and raising it above his head to a loud negative reaction from the crowd. The title belt shimmers above his head with the memories of Champions past. The Lord Of Lightning slides through the ropes and into the squared circle merely absorbing the negative reaction as he approaches one of the turnbuckles and steps up onto it... He raises the World Heavyweight title into the air once again above his head, receiving even more obscenities from the stands.]

Sully: Come on John, stand up, put your damn hands together for the Champ. The man is a wrestling God for crying out loud, he's a machine, as he had proved for months as our World Heavyweight Champion.

JP: He does have talent, he does have insatiable in ring abilities, but I'm sorry to say, the man himself is, and always will be reprehensible. His actions leading up to his title reign were down right terrible, and I'm hoping that tonight, finally, Anarkist makes him pay, finally makes him suffer for all the horrid things that Thuderbull did as the MWF World Champion.

Peter Santos: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, in the ring at this time, he is the Maximum Wrestling Federations World Heaviweight Champion, he is, Thunder Bull!

[The enormous booing from the crowd is followed by a very heavy huge round of cheers from the crowd as Anarkist's music booms forth through the arena's sound system, signalling the return of another "Legend". After a few seconds, Anarkist makes his way out onto the stage with an almost deafening approval roar from the crowd... He snarls and poses for the fans, and one can almost see the steam spewing forth from his nostrils, before he heads down to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. The fans cheers him on as he climbs up onto the second rope and poses once more for the crowd before settling down into the nearest corner. As the music fades out, they both glare straight at each other, standing on the opposite sides of the ring.. Anarkist appears brimming with either anger, or 'roid-rage. His face flushed with hostility at the sight of Thunder Bull, who keeps his eyes focused upon the former title holder as well.]

Peter Santos: And his opponent, a Former Maximum Wrestling Federation World Champion himself.. He is, Anarkist!!

[The crowd is standing, everyone on their feet.. Both men's eyes are interlocked, burning holes straight through their tough exteriors into the very souls of their opponents. The referee steps in, turns around and approaches Thunder Bull, asking for his Championship. Thunder Bull refuses to give it to him though at first, just continues glaring into the golden luster inhabiting his hands, admiring the Championship glow from his belt. He finally hands the belt off to the official, who is quick to take it, and hand it down to the ringside staff.. The entire arena goes crazy as both men just keep their eyes on one another from across the ring, not removing their sights from each other. Out of that crowd someone throws a roll of toilet paper into the ring at Thunder Bull, who turns back and forth, looking outraged by this as more and more toilet paper is flung into the ring directly at him. He immediately steps forward, grabbing one of the rolls and throwing it over the ropes right back at the fans, then points at himself, demanding respect.]

Sully: Hey, how nice, throw me one of those, I have to take a wicked bathroom break.

Sully: Totally uncalled for! The man hasn't lost a singles match the entire year of 2005, and he's been the MWF Champion for even longer, he deserves all the respect we can give him.

[The bell rings in the background, signifying the start of this huge one on one match as Thunder Bull stands in his corner, glaring straight into the face of Anarkist, who returns the stern stare down. Both men's eyes are interlocked, centred upon one another intensely. The crowd is going nuts, everyone cheering around them.]

JP: This feud is history in the making Tim. These guys have literally been considered amongst the MWF's finest, and here they are, about to lock up for the first time in singles competition.

Sully: I can NOT believe the fans are booing Thunder Bull though, and cheering for Anarkist? Are they that forgetful about how these two men worked their careers?

[Anarkist comes out and finally steps forward, sticking his arms into the air and calling for a test of strength. Thunder Bull glares into his out stretched arm, thinking about it for a second, procrastinating, but then stepping forward in order to interlock hands with him. Both men's hands interlock with one another, slowly tying up as the two seem to be feeling one another out here, not really going for anything just yet. Anarkist suddenly tightens the hold and begins to step forward, trying to push the arms of Thunder Bull over backwards and cause him to either bridge over in reverse or be pushed in the opposite direction. Scrappy though, Thunder Bull bends forward immediately, sticking his upper body between the arms of Anarkist, sticking the top of his head directly to the chest of the former Champion. He suddenly swings with great velocity sideways and under the right arm of the bigger man, standing up beside him and immediately applying a side headlock. Anarkist is bent over forward in this submission as TB tries to drop down into a side headlock take down. 'Kist sticks his leg out and wraps it around one of the Last MWF Champions', keeping him from completing his move as both men struggle for the advantage against one another. Anarkist keeps his leg locked in front of TBs' and actually uses it to push himself forward and out of the side headlock, turning around immediately and pulling the head of Thunder Bull into a front face lock submission. He has the hold firmly applied, trying to force 'Bull down to the canvas in order to get the move locked in perfectly. Thunder Bull plants his feet though, and places his hand to the gut of Anarkist, beginning to push his body backwards. Once he has spaced them both out, Thunder Bull pulls his head free, and then swinging around, grabbing the arm of Anarkist and bending it over backwards into a top wrist lock submission. The crowd begins to boo at the sight of this before Thunder Bull lowers down onto a single knee, putting to the other one up, forcing Anarkist to bridge over his knee as keeping the top wrist lock applied. Some crowd members begin to cheer, but the majority boo, others just amazed by the quick counter by Thunder Bull. He has it firmly applied while Anarkist grimaces in pain, but begins to rock his body back and forth upon the knee. He finally catches enough moment with his legs to flip over backwards, straight onto his feet, landing on top of them right in front of Thunder Bull, who looks completely as stunned as the crowd. 'Kist charges backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back in at Thunder Bull. 'Bull stands up as Anarkist goes immediately into the lariat. Thunder Bull bends forward to avoid it and in the process grabs the arm of the bigger man, putting it over into an arm ringer. Anarkist rolls forward immediately though, landing on his back as TB bends forward, his hands clasping at his wrist still. Anarkist goes into a full spin with his body, sliding across his back and making one revolution before getting his foot up and using the momentum to kick away Thunder Bulls hand. TB breaks the hold and turns away, shaking his arm as the Master of MAYhem, Anarkist, rolls backwards right onto his feet. He rushes at Thunder Bull with a great burst of speed when Thunder Bull turns and catches him around the neck. He flips him over, straight into a side headlock take down, the move he was going for just a few moments earlier in this contest. He squeezes the neck of Anarkist with both of his arms, really putting a lot of force into this submission as Anarkist raises his leg into the air, looking for a counter. Thunder Bull slaps them away, keeping him from making the easy counter. 'Kist tries to turn the body of TB, attempting to the best of his abilities to find a way out of this hold but Bull maintains the submission. He puts a great deal of strength into it before Anarkist rolls over sideways, pulling Thunder Bull onto his shoulders, into a pinning predicament. 1.. 2 ..!]

JP: It could be over here!

[Thunder Bull breaks the side headlock, dropping over onto his knees as Anarkist turns his body, reaching out and grabbing him around the head. He pulls him forward, straight into a front face-lock. The crowd begins to cheer on the sight of this, and the quick reversals that they've thus far seen being exchanged between both men. Thunder Bull begins to push himself upwards, forcing himself to a standing base as Anarkist squeezes his neck tightly, absolutely refusing to break the hold, locked up with inseparable force. However, all are stunned at the cat-like reflexes of Thunder Bull, as he somehow pulls his head free and in the process of doing so, grabs the wrist of the brute, stepping out to his side and applying an arm ringer. 'Kist is bent forward, groaning at the pain shooting through his arm, before he stands up and then spins around under his own arm. As he stands up he lifts his other hand into the air and slaps down hard on the forearm of Thunder Bull. TB breaks his hold on the arm as Anarkist steps forward, immediately tying up with a collar/elbow lock. Both men jockey for positioning before TB drops down to the canvas upon his back. He grabs a hold of both wrists of Anarkist on the way down. As he lands on his back, he turns sideways and lifts his foot up, kicking away one of the hands of 'Kist but maintaining his grasp on the other one. 'Bull rises to his feet and bends the arm of Anarkist over backwards, straight into the top wrist lock once again. The crowd begins cheering at the sight of this quick switch in submissions by Thunder Bull, unable to boo him after such a perfect counter. Anarkist turns his body immediately though, switching out of the top wrist lock and getting behind the back of TB. He wraps his arms around his waist, placing him in a reverse waist lock. Thunder Bull almost immediately turns his body though, grabbing the arm of Anarkist in the process and locking his leg around the back of his opponents leg. He still holds onto the arm before TB pushes it up into the air and steps around under it. He pulls it down into another arm ringer before bending it up into the hammerlock.]

Sully: Check out the technical wrestling going on here by Thunder Bull!! I told you he always had better technical skills.

JP: Let it go Sully, let it go... Both of these men are wrestling a straight up pure style battle, the likes of which we've never seen.

[Anarkist tries to fight free, attempting to do everything in his power in order to escape this submission before he begins to bend his knees, hunkering down. He pushes his body backwards in the process, and under his arm before standing up behind 'Bull and wrapping his arm around his neck, placing him in a side headlock. He connects with a side headlock take down, dragging The painted procrastinator down onto the canvas. He has the side headlock applied only so briefly, as TB lifts his legs into the air, wrapping them around the neck of Anarkist, and pulling him down into a leg scissors sleeper hold. Anarkist tries to push his body back and forth while locked in this hold to try and drag his neck free only for TB to really lock in the submission with his legs, by placing his hands to the canvas and pushing himself up into the air. The full force of his legs and the weight of his body are now forcing down around the neck of Anarkist, the crowd booing at the sight of this, but obviously amazed by this lock. Anarkist kicks his legs, his air being deprived to his head as TB looks around at the fans with a twisted grin on his face. Anarkist continues to try and find his way out of the hold, pushing his body backward as Thunder Bull is forced to drop onto his side once again. He reaches out with his arm to hit Anarkist, when the former son-in-law of Ed Walker pushes his body backwards again and lifts his leg into the air, trapping TBs' arm under it. He pushes the arm down with his leg and pulls his head free from between the thighs of 'Bull. TB is forced to break the hold as he lands on his chest and stomach, Anarkist sitting up at the side, he pounces on Thunder Bull. Both arms are trapped, one scissored by the legs of 'Kist, and the other locked up under his arm. He is pulling back as far as he can go with the submission as Thunder Bull continues to shout in pain, yelling at the top of his lungs as he finds himself in this lock. He begins to turn his body though, starting to will himself upwards as Anarkist breaks the submissions and instead wraps his arms around his neck, applying a side headlock submission. TB starts to push himself upwards as Anarkist rises to a standing base with the hold still locked on only for Thunder Bull to drop to a single knee. As he does so, he swings his body around the arm of Anarkist and then grabs him by the wrist. He turns it around into an arm ringer and then falls sideways. He arm drags 'Kist over onto the canvas, causing him to land on his back beside TB. 'Bull pushes himself up onto his knees now turning to face the body of Anarkist and still holding onto his wrist. Anarkist is trying to pull his arm free though before he turns his body suddenly, pushing himself up onto his shoulder in order to face his opponent. He places his hand to the face of TB, pushing it over backwards and then reaching in with his legs. He wraps them around the neck of TB, pulling him over onto his back and then rolling further sideways in order to push him onto his side. The hold is broken, and both men scramble to their corners, as the crowd stands up, amazed by the incredible beginning to the match... Both men walk back out, and Anarkist walks out to the middle of the ring, sputtering and foming at the mouth like a rabid bear, while Thunder Bull comes out, looking like a crazed painted monkey. The two meet each each other at the forehead, and begin shoving each other, until Anarkist reaches out and whips Thunder Bull into the ropes, catching a spine buster on the way back through, stopping the quick pace of the match... Thunder Bull rolls to his stomach, gasping for breath, and holding his back. Anarkist stomps the fallen Champion, inciting a few boos from the front row. Angered, he drops down on 'Bull, placing him in a Boston Crab, and reefing with his enormous strength. TB grabs the canvas, trying to pull himself towards the ropes, or at least attempting to find a counter. He does pull himself there, but Anarkist refuses to release the hold. Using pure arm strength, he climbs the bottom, the middle, to the top rope, with just his arms, as 'Kist still has his legs. The fans erupt at the unique counter, and Anarkist finally breaks the hold at 4, but as he turns, Thunder Bull locks his ankles around the head of Anarkist, and both men go spilling to the floor below. The crowd immediately begins to cheer at the sight of all the incredible counters they have thus far witnessed by Thunder Bull in this one on one affair.]

JP: Oh my God, what a tumble both men just took to the outside of the ring, that was absolutely brutal.

Sully: Gah!!!

[Anarkist makes it to his feet, slowly, angrily, and he walks over to the announcers table, and begins to hoist off the monitors, followed up by removing the top of the table as the announcers scatter. However, Thunder Bull had managed to make it back into the ring, and up the turnbuckles rather quickly, climbing up without the use of his hands. As Anarkist turns around, Thunder Bull soars off the buckles, that catches Anarkist full-on, sending both men into, and through the table as the ringside fans start a "holy shit" chant. Both men are down, the referee is counting. 1... 2...]

JP: Good Lord, did you see that Sully?

Sully: No my contact lenses fell out, of course I saw it John!

[The camera pans back to where both wrestlers are dazed from the forcefull collision for a few seconds. Then we cut back to the referee.7... 8...]

Sully: Thunder Bull scored with a nice move of the turnbuckle, but it appears that BOTH men will be counted out, so what was the point?

JP: Come on, it was an impressive manoeuvre, but Anarkist has been put through some of the most disgusting displays I've ever seen, and he's just come back for more, it'd be silly to think that this move will keep him from getting back in the ring. It just goes to show the level of disrespect that Thunder Bull has for the body of himself, AND his opponents.

[9... 10!! The bell rings, and Peter Santos is seen conversing with the referee. After a few nods and a breif discussion, The match caller for the MWF makes the pivotal announcement, as both men begin to stir.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, the match has been determined a Double Count-Out, HOWEVER, by order of Ed Walker, the match will continue as a No-Count-Out Match!!

[Santos turns away from the official and heads back to his seat near Anarkist, who has risen to his knees. Across from him, Thunder Bull has gotten to his knees as well.. Anarkist looks at the disappointed fans with a very angry expression on his face. Anarkist grabs a chair, and goes after Thunder Bull and the fans begin to boo at Anarkist going for a dirty tactic, when the match had been so pure before. Thunder Bull kicks Anarkist in the gut whipping him back first, into the steel plated barricade. The crowd unleashes a loud scream at the sight of this as Thunder Bull steps backwards, leaning against the ring, and gripping the back of his head in absolute agony, before rolling in. The crowd is still groaning at the sound of the collision Anarkist just had with the barricade. He tries to pull himself up slowly, almost losing his footing repeatedly as he does so. He finally gets to his feet when TB bolts across the ring and then jumps over the ropes, going into a corkscrew as he does so. He connects with a huge corkscrew cross body, collapsing on top of Anarkist and knocking both men down to the mats again, as the crowd screams at the sight of this. Both men lie on the mats as the crowd goes nuts with cheers, Thunder Bull rolls into the barricade. He utilizes it to pull himself to his feet as some of the fans start a holy shit chant again. Seconds pass as TB starts to stand up as Anarkist uses pure arm strength to try to push himself up as well. He is gripping the back of his head still after crashing into the barricade. 'Bull walks over to him, but Anarkist somehow fires first. A closed fist to the head, then another. Throwing fist after fist into the side of Thunder Bulls' face, followed by a few stiff forearms to his jaw, backing him around the ring, and up the ramp way. Almost near the top, 'Bull takes a few more steps in reverse when 'Kist pulls his hand back and delivers a stiff chop straight across his chest. Thunder Bull turns away from him, stepping towards the ring post. The crowd erupts into a huge wave of cheers, seeing the brutal impact that TBs' chest took with the chop. He falls onto his back on the steel entrance ramp, grabbing his chest and appearing to be in tremendous pain from the nasty shot he has has just taken. Anarkist walks off the set, and into the back. Moments later, he returns, with a Ladder! He looks at a few of the fans booing him at ringside, and yells at them to "Shut Up", and brings the ladder down on the head of Thunder Bull.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, by order of Ed Walker, the match will continue as a Hard-Core Match!

[TB rolls back and forth, covering his face and then pulling his hands away from his head, revealing a flow of blood rushing down his face. The fans cheering at the sight of blood, any blood, being spilt. Anarkist sets up the ladder, and brings Thunder Bull to his feet, then punches him in the head, tearing the flesh, and pouring more blood from the forehead of Thunder Bull, who up to this point, was trying to get his head straight. Anarkist then steps in and delivers a stiff knee straight to his forehead. The fans begin to boo once more as the match has turned real ugly, real fast. You can start to hear Thunder Bull chants beginning. He looks completely out of it, trying to stand, as Anarkist steps in, appearing furious. He delivers an absolutely stiff kick straight to the face of Thunder Bull, straight into his head, sandwiching his head between the boot and the ladder, which tips into the backdrop set. Thunder Bull grabs his head and rolling back and forth. Anarkist stands over him, looking into the arenas masses, the fans going absolutely nuts booing him. Everyone is on their feet, cheering Thunder Bull on, as he continues to grip his face, which is bleeding heavily. Anarkist beats his chest, and screams, then drags TB to his feet, Anarkist pulls his head back, and then slams it off the metal set, making a "Splut" sound, and leaving quite the large stain on the set. 'Bull stands up straight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with blood rushing down his face. Again, Anarkist wraps his hand around the hair of Thunder Bull, pulling him up onto his knees and then delivering another stiff, brutal kick straight to his busted open forehead. Standing the dazed TB up and then pulling his hand back. He delivers another stiff knife edge chop across his chest, causing Bull to shout in pain and immediately cover his chest as he leans forward. The crowd unleashes a "woo" before 'Kist stands Thunder Bull up and throws another chop. Thunder Bull ducks forward however, sliding under the arm of Anarkist, who turns around to face him. Thunder Bull pulls his hand back and delivers a chop so devastating that it brings the fans out of their seats due to it's sheer stiffness. Anarkist is knocked backwards near the ramps ledge, his arms flailing to keep him on the ramp. He comes charging back at Thunder Bull, but the stinging of his own blood in his eyes has awakened the 'Bull, and he unleashes another gunshot sounding chop! The crowd grimaces in shock over the stiffness of the chop as the behemoth, Anarkists' legs kick into the air from the blow. Thunder Bull steps forward, a bloody mess and connects with a hard kick straight to the gut of Anarkist, and now seems to have swayed the crowd to rally behind him.. Thunder Bull grabs the ladder, and sets it up, and begins to climb. The crowd that just nuts at the brutality and viciousness of the chop which knocked Anarkist onto his back is now acting like meth-influenced caffeine addicts. TB is slowly climbing the ladder, but he's drained, and it gives Anarkist a little time to rise, and he in turn, begins climbing up the back.]

JP: We're trying to get the table back together folks, but in all reality, all we can do is stop and stare at the sheer brutality that is going on. In fact, I can't remember a time when my partner here has been so quiet.

[Blood running down his face, Thunder Bull rises to the top of the ladder first, looking incredibly intense as Anarkist shortly follows. They begin trading blows, near the set, atop the ladder, blow after blow. Finally, Thunder Bull looks as if he's getting ready to fall, and Anarkist has a swollen right eye. One last blow seals the fate, and Thunder Bull leaps for the One Last Time set. and clutches on for dear life, kicking the ladder away.]

JP: Oh My God!! Oh My God!! Oh My God!!

Sully: Jesus...

[The ladder tips, and goes over, backwards, and everything goes into slow motion. The arena goes completely silent. as the ladder tips from the steel ramp way, and falls back, back, backwards and Anarkist goes over. Off the ramp way, and crashing down into the production gear at the bottom of the arena floor. The lights flicker, then go black. Sparks shoot and seemingly explode from the gear. The lights come back on after flickering, and Anarkist is out, flat on his back amidst what is left of the gear on that side of the ramp way. The fans shriek though, as Thunder Bull now stands high upon the set, looking down amongst his fallen opponent. Before the fans have a chance to react, he leaps from the set.]

Sully: ...

JP: Ummmm,

[Thunder Bull crashes down upon his opponent, Anarkist, again causing a shower of sparks, and the flickering of lights. But this time, they never go out. Thunder Bull soared through the air, and lands on top of Anarkist the fans are screaming, personnel have all come running, and have surrounded the two... Fire extinguishers are being sounded as the camera pans to some of the younger crowd who look horribly upset. The camera pans back to the centre of the whole arenas attention, and in the centre, of the boxes, the gear, and the gear, Thunder Bull is crumpled in a heap, lying on top of a broken Anarkist. The referee reaches down, just trying to end this so they can rush both participants to the hospital... 1... 2 ....3! ....Thunder Bulls music hits the PA system, , and the fans are screaming themselves hoarse over the Grand Finale, chanting Thunder Bulls name again, like now they remember why he was the greatest MWF Champion of ALL time, one LAST time. A very bloodied Thunder Bull is rolled off of Anarkist, and moved to a board, and strapped in, the same is done shortly thereafter for the man who gave him one of the greatest matches ever here tonight.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, Your winner of the match, Thunder Bull!

Sully: Folks, there was no way Anarkist was going to kick out, especially after this brutal, intense, long match that both of these men had.

Sully: They'd have to be crazy not to be entertained.

[Both men are shown being wheeled to the awaiting ambulances in the back of the arena, as we cut to a commercial.]

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