Overkill Vs Naz Vs Mobius Show Up Or Get Out Match
JP: Welcome back! We have next, a match titled show or get out, in which it's your last chance to impress the boss before contracts are terminated.
Sully: That's right, John! None of these wrestlers are really a threat... Well not to me anyway!
JP: Ok Sully, I forgot you're the next Jack Harley. Anyways folks, we have Overkill, we have Mobius and we have the new guy, Naz in a Triple Threat match! It's going to be wild. Let's take it to the ring.
Sully: Hmmpf, Jack Harleys' my biggest fan..
Jackie Frazier: The following contest is a Triple Threat match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Overkill!!!
[ His music blasts over the PA, but there is no sign of him. The crowd remains silent. ]
Sully: Where is that baby? Did he forget his diapers in his dressing room?
[ After several minutes, there is still no sign of Overkill. The music fades out and "Natural Life" blasts onto the PA once again. The NLR's CEO Marcus Anderson is seen stepping out from behind the curtain. The crowd is still silent. Anderson has a mic in hand and begins to speak.]
Marcus Anderson: Ladies and gentleman, it seems Overkill has not shown up to work today. He will not be competing tonight in this match with Mobius and Naz, nor will he ever compete in an NLR ring from this day forward.
[The crowd cheers.]
Sully: Overkill must be training for this years special olympics!
Marcus Anderson: However, the following match will go on and will be Mobius against Naz. Let's get it on.
[The crowd cheers again as the straightforward Anderson makes his exit.]
JP: You heard the man, there's no Overkill, but we still got a match!
Jackie Frazier: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New Delhi, India, weighing 195 lbs... "The Bengali Tiger" Naz!
[ "Heart of Asia" by Watergate is heard throughout the arena.. There is a mixed reaction of boos and cheers from the crowd, as they're not so sure what to be expecting . Naz walks out, and walks down the ramp, fired up for his debut in the NLR He walks up to the turnbuckles, and shouts to the fans, who then respond rather favorably. ]
JP: The fans, taking to Naz early..
Sully: Yeah, there's something about a guy showing up for work that these morons in Seattle can get behind.
Jackie Frazier: And his opponent, from the Rampart District in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 245 lbs... Mobius!!
[The crowd is silent. The lights dim and "Walk" by one of the founding metal gods, Pantera echos through the arena. Then, Mobius stands at the top of the ramp, and listens to an echo of boos from this soggy sea-town crowd. He walks by a kid holding a "Mobius Sucks" sign. He grabs the sign and tears it in half, making the little kid protrude his middle finger. Mobius continues down to the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ring as the bell rings, walks right over to Naz, and spits right in his face. ]
JP: Oh now that was just uncalled for!! This is going to be one hell of a match, Sully. It truly is.
Sully: It won't be that good.
[ After a big shove by Naz, the two men lock up in the middle of the ring. Mobius starts off by getting Naz in a headlock. The Bengali Tiger pushes him to the ropes and breaks out of the hold. Mobius backs away. Naz looks angry as he walks towards him, but is struck with a hard clothesline. ]
Sully: He almost took "Nads" head off with that! That would have been awesome!
JP: It's Naz..
Sully: Huh?
JP: The guys name is Naz...
Sully: "Nads".. Got it..
JP: It's Naz!!
Sully: Would you call the match already, it's half over, sheesh..
[ Mobius tries an early cover, but doesn't even get a 1-count. ]
JP: What was he thinking?
[ Mobius picks Naz up but is met with a hard right hand to the gut as Naz slowly gets to his feet. The Tiger continues with another right. Standing on his feet now, he gets Mobius' head under his arm and hits a suplex. He runs over, bounces off the near rope, and comes back with a running elbow drop. ]
JP: Elementary wrestling move, but effective.
[ Naz grabs Mobius' legs in an attempt at a Sharpshooter. Mobius however, kicks him away before he can get it locked in. Naz rests against the ropes as Mobius gets to his feet. Naz runs at him for a clothesline attempt, but Mobius ducks. ]
Sully: Haha, sucker!
[ Mobius turns around, and decks Naz with a clothesline from behind. Naz staggers but doesn't fall. Mobius drops him with an incredible Reverse DDT. He attempts another cover. 1.....2, and Naz is up. ]
JP: He kicked out fairly easily that time Sully.
Sully: That he did, that he did. Maybe "Nads" isn't all hype after all.
JP: It's Naz!!
Sully: What Ever!!!
[ Mobius stomps Naz a couple of times, and then turns around to mock a booing crowd. He runs over to a corner tower, stands on the second rung and yells at a ringside fan. Mobius flips the fan the middle finger and yells some obscenities. Meanwhile, Naz gets to his feet and slides toward him.]
Sully: Watch out Maxx!
[ Bam!! Naz from behind, rolls Mobius up. 1.....2... ]
JP: And Mobius is able to fight out of it! He's really gotta be careful, Sully. His bitterness toward these Seattle fans might cost him the match.
Sully: If I was Mobius, I'd fight all these stupid fans! Who cares about Naz?
JP: I do Sully. He's an amazing young athlete.
[ Both men are on their feet. They lock up. Naz whips Mobius into the ropes, "The Angle" ducks a clothesline, and comes back with an attempt at a spear, but Naz steps to the side, and Mobius goes through the ropes and to the arena floor outside the ring. ]
JP: That coulda been all she wrote if Mobius had hit that spear.
Sully: Look at Mobius. He's holding his head like a little girl. Get up you retard!!!
JP: It's a hard, hard fall to that arena floor.
[ Naz steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. Signaling to the fans, he jumps off and hits a Guillotine Leg Drop! ]
JP: Oh My!! That has to hurt!
[ A slow to rise Naz picks Mobius up and throws him against the guardrail. He grabs Mobius by the head and throws some right hands.]
JP: HARD right hands at that! What is he doing now?
[ Naz drags Mobius over toward the steel ring steps. Mobius gets a thumb to the eyes though, and takes control with a few chest slaps, garnering a few Woooos' from the crowd. He then goes to Irish Whip Naz into the stairs, but Naz counters and proceeds to throw Mobius against the steps. Naz continues to hold his eye, while he regains his composure. Mobius holds his side as he lies on the floor. ]
JP: They better be careful, the ref has already reached a 6 count.
[ Naz picks Mobius up and rolls him back inside the ring. He then rolls in himself. The ref only reaches a 7. ]
Sully: Can't he count any faster? This boring match could have been over.
JP: He's doing his job nicely, Sullivan. Uh oh, Naz's going up top. This man has been known to fly high.
Sully: Yeah...in more ways than one!
[ Naz soars off the top rope! ]
JP: WHAT A FROG SPLASH!
[ Cover. 1.....2... ]
JP: I thought he had him! I thought he had him!
Sully: Hell no, he doesn't have him.
[ The camera pans to a figure sitting in the audience. He has a hood covering his head and his eyes. He is staring hard at the match. ]
Sully: Now who the hell is that?
JP: I don't know, but look at this. Naz is at Mobius' feet again. He has the Sharpshooter locked in this time! Mobius is screaming in pain, trying so hard to fight it. Naz keeps the pressure on "The Angles" back, and locks the hold in tighter and tighter. Mobius is in the middle of the ring, can he fight it? He reaches ever so hard for the ropes. He tries to pull Naz towards the ropes with him. Naz keeps the hold locked in tightly. Mobius continues to fight! He reaches, and reaches, and reaches....and he gets it! He's got the rope, Sully, this could be a new life for Mobius!
Sully: It really could, Kyle, but who really cares? Take a breath why don'tcha..
[ Mobius clutches the ropes tightly, trying to regroup. The camera pans back to the man in the crowd, only he's gone this time. In the ring, Naz appears to be signaling for his deadly finisher. The camera quickly pans over towards the time keeper's table, where the figure reappears. He seems to be going for the chair the time keeper is sitting on. All three men in the ring are unaware to what is going on behind them. ]
JP: This could be it! Naz waits patiently for Mobius to get up.
Sully: But what does this mystery man want and who is he?
[ Mobius is almost on his feet now. Naz is ready. Mobius is standing!! He turns around, and... ]
JP: DDT!! The Vindaloo DDT!! He hit it! It's over, this one's over!
[ The mystery man has the chair, and dives in the ring. Naz falls on Mobius for a cover as the ref counts. The man slides in the ring, and charges at Naz and strikes him in the back with a steel chair! The referee gets up and calls for the bell. The man's hood falls off his head and his identity is revealed.]
JP: Oh my god, Sully! That's Troy Adams! That's Troy Adams! What's he doing here? And what does he want with the newcommer Naz?
Sully: I don't know John, but more importantly... Is Troy Adams with Mobius?! What is going on here?
Jackie Frazier: The winner of the match as the result of a disqualification... Naz!
[ Troy Adams drops the chair and leaves the ring. He hops over the guard rail, and exits the arena through the crowd. The camera tries to follow him, but he's lost in the mixture of faces. Nazs' tunes blare through the PA system once more, as the referee helps him to his feet, while a groggy Mobius pulls himself up looking at the crowd. He then picks up the chair, and beats it into the mat over and over in fustration. ]
JP: Well what a twist that was! We gotta take a commercial break. We'll be right back!!!
