IVAN STANISLAV VS. EDDIE CROSS
We fade from the the previous scene to…
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Nick Stuart: And here comes Eddie Cross.
Richard Parker: Can you imagine if Timo had to referee this match…
Nick Stuart: No Richard, No I can’t. Because he wouldn’t be refereeing an Eddie Cross match.
Richard Parker: Just imagine, Timo having to pick between Ivan and his little boy.
Nick Stuart: That’s disgusting to even think about.
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The opening guitar to Cross Off by Mark Morton (feat Chester Bennington) echoes, and the words repeat
“Cross Off the days gone…”
“Cross Off the days gone…”
As Mark Morton’s guitars sear through the arena, Eddie “n1ghtcraw1er” Cross steps out of the back and stops to survey the crowd before pumping a fist into the air.
Richard Parker: But just imagine though, center of the ring, you’re feeling proud. Puffing your chest out.
Nick Stuart: Let it go Richard.
He adjusts his custom gaming glasses before walking down the ramp focused on the ring. EC pauses at the ring steps, taking off his backpack, unzipping the main compartment, and placing it in the corner of the ring. He waits for the transition between verses before psyching himself up. Vince Howard is waiting.
Vince Howard: From Charlotte, NC, standing six feet four inches and weighing in at 225 lbs, EDDIE “N1GHTCRAW1ER” CROSS!!!
He then runs up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron, and enters the ring as Chester Bennington screams into the microphone. There isn’t much time for Eddie Cross to prepare.
Vince Howard: And his opponent… hailing from Arkhangelsk, Russia… weighing in at 400 lbs and standing 7 feet 1 inches tall… He is the Russian Bear… IVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANISLAV!
“The Soviet National Anthem” by the Russian Red Army Choir erupts as Ivan Stanislav and Alexei Rulsan emerge from the backstage area. Stanislav and Ruslan raise their arms, side by side, roar at the crowd, and pointedly make their way towards the ring.
Richard Parker: And Nick, you have to watch your son try to fight that fucking monster…
Nick Stuart: Are you into the edibles again, Richard?
Richard Parker: Solid maybe.
Stanislav points and jaws at several fans along the way, while Ruslan points and hawks at the greatness of the Russian Bear. Stanislav steps over the top rope and thunders into the ring. He raises his arms over his head and bellows at the camera.
Richard Parker: But instead we have to watch Elvis, who is not an Elvis impersonator as a referee… Look, The Boss taught us something earlier in the night, we should really have guest referee’s more often.
Nick Stuart: Ok, ok, fine. Let’s get Cancer Jiles out here to referee every…
Richard Parker: Stop right there before people get ideas. I get your point. I’m wrong and I’m sorry.
Eddie Cross looks across the ring at Ivan Stanislav, the big russian brute glares back across the ring at Eddie Cross. He smiles at Eddie opening up his giant arms, he walks to the center of the ring and motions Eddie in. Cross steps forward and walks to the middle of the ring. The two men meet, Eddie staring up at Ivan. The two looked at each other, each one puffing their chests out.
Richard Parker: Are they going to do anything?
Nick Stuart: I think this is a little bigger than just ‘doing something’, Richard.
The crowd begins to grow anxious as the two men stare, Ivan downwards at Cross, Cross upwards at Ivan. Eddie flinches first and Ivan brings a right hand forward quicker than the Russian Bear has ever brought a right hand forward before. It crashes into Eddie’s chest, and he flies backwards like he was hit with a missile. Ivan shuffles across the ring after Eddie, Cross tries to hold himself up in the corner, but the big Russian is too fast and smashes him with another body shot to the ribs. Eddie doubles over, gasping for air. He stumbles his way out of the corner, down the ropes. He’s gasping for air.
Nick Stuart: Ivan is so powerful, absolutely taking it to Eddie Cross.
Stanislav lumburs behind Cross and clubs him across the shoulder blades and it briefly drops Eddie to one knee who works his way to the other corner. Eddie turns around just in time to be met by a 400 lbs backside crashing into him. Eddie clutches his midsection but the big Russian isn’t done. He wraps an enormous hand around the neck of Eddie, and slams him backward, pushing him precariously close to the top rope. Eddie punches at the big man’s forearm and kicks at him aimlessly as Stanislav squeezes. Elvis Nixon runs over and begins a count.
Ruslan smiles looking up at Ivan dismantling Cross.
Richard Parker: Right at four and a half.
Stanislav relinquishes the choke by dumping Eddie over the top rope to the apron. Eddie smashes off the apron and rolls his way to a kneeling position on the outside of the ring. Nixon makes sure Ivan is backing off of Eddie moving the big man to the corner. Ruslan, realizes Nixon’s back is turned and produces his baton in an instant. He brings it down once across Eddie Cross’ back, he looks up checking the referee, and then brings it down a second time.
Nick Stuart: Oh, c’mon! TURN AROUND!
Richard Parker: Timo wouldn’t have taken his eyes off of Ruslan. See Nick, special referee’s.
Nick Stuart: CAN—
Richard Parker: WE CAN EXCLUDE HIM! FORBIDDEN!
Ruslan collapses the baton and slides it back into his long brown coat’s pocket. He turns away from Eddie and walks away as Nixon finally comes over and is counting. Cross is rolling around on the ground holding his back, and Nixon turns towards Ruslan to admonish him. Alexei feigns ignorance as Ivan slides out of the ring behind the back of Nixon. Eddie slowly begins to get to his feet while Stanislav lurks, and just as Eddie is about to stand up straight Ivan rounds the corner and absolutely smashes Eddie Cross across the neck with a vicious lariat. Eddie flies and skids his way across the mat to Alexei’s feet.
Richard Parker: Ouch…
Nick Stuart: What a clothesline to the back of the head by Ivan Stanislav. The Russian Bear looks to be making quick work of Eddie Cross this evening.
Ivan looks to Ruslan who is all grins and smiles. Ivan looks down and grabs Eddie by the scruff of the neck, he picks him up into the air and hurls him into the ring. Eddie crashes down to the canvas as Ivan marches to the steel steps and begins to make his way up them. Eddie uses the valuable time to find his way as far from the Russian Bear as humanly possible, in the far corner.
Richard Parker: And here comes Ivan!
Eddie moves his way out of the corner and Ivan crashes all 400 lbs of himself into it. He looks mildly perturbed as he marches his way out of the corner angrily at Eddie Cross. Ivan loads up a right hand and Eddie slips a left jab into Ivan’s ribs. It’s enough to finally stun the Russian T-72 that’s been chasing Eddie. Cross pulls back and fires another left jab, then a right jab. Ivan takes a step back and finally steels himself to Cross’ jab based onslaught. Just as Ivan stands up straight, Cross reaches up, grabbing the big russian by the ears and slams his forehead directly into Ivan’s nose.
Nick Stuart: HERE COMES CROSS!
Richard Parker: DO SOMETHING ALEXEI!
Ivan staggers backwards, his massive hands pulled up to his nose. Cross winds up and smashes Ivan in the heart with his spinning back elbow. Ivan clutches his hands to his chest and drops down to one knee. Eddie loads up again and lets fly, this time smashing Stanislav across the orbital bone. Stanislav crumples to the mat and Eddie jumps down on top of him, he can only hook one of the big Russian’s massive legs as Nixon slides in.
Richard Parker: NO! IVAN KICKED OUT!
Nick Stuart: I believe so Richard, wow that was incredibly close.
Eddie is shocked as Nixon holds up two fingers. One hand goes around his midsection, the other holds his face inside of it. Cross takes a moment to gather himself, the giant still behind him, Eddie can feel Ivan’s chest heaving with every breath. Eddie steels his resolve and staggers his way to his feet.
Richard Parker: He’s gonna bring him back up.
Eddie reaches down and grabs Ivan by the back of the head, he pulls him up to his feet. He sends the big man crashing into the corner with an irish whip. Eddie backs up to the far corner and goes to take off out of the corner, except Alexei Ruslan has a hold of his foot.
Nick Stuart: OH COME ON! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!
Nixon storms across the ring shouting at Ruslan, finally giving him the ‘yer outta here’ motion. Ruslan is apocalyptic at ringside, he takes his hat off looking to spike it to the mat but thinks better of it. He crumples it into his hand before storming up the ramp. Eddie, finally free of distraction, resumes, and comes storming across the ring looking for the knee strike.
Richard Parker: HE’S PLAYING POSSUM!
Ivan plucks the 225 lbs man out of the air with ease. Ivan’s hand clenches around Cross’ throat as he raises him up into the air. Cross begins to kick his legs, but Stanislav turns to the middle of the ring and throws Cross at the center of the ring as hard as he can. Cross hits the canvas and bounces up off the mat like he was hit by a taser.
Nick Stuart: THUNDEROUS CHOKE SLAM!
Richard Parker: There might be an impact crater where Cross landed…
Ivan flips Eddie over off of his stomach with his boot, before dropping to his knees and placing his hands in the middle of Cross’ chest. Elvis drops to the mat and begins the count.
Richard Parker: SHOULDA STAYED DOWN KID!
Nick Stuart: Eddie Cross still has some fight in him yet!
Ivan snarls at Nixon, staring a hole into the referee as he presses himself up off of Cross’ chest. He bends down and grabs Cross by the back of the head and pulls him up to his feet. He drags Eddie in front of him, never taking his eyes away from Elvis. Ivan grabs Cross in a front face lock, still staring at Nixon. Cross throws a right hand into Ivan’s stomach that barely registers. He tries again, and again… before Ivan stands himself up and brings a looping right hand down across Eddie’s shoulder blades. Eddie drops to his knees, and Ivan resumes the front face lock. Stanislav gets low, and yanks Eddie Cross up into the air.
Richard Parker: Holy shit…
Eddie Cross flips through the air and comes crashing down onto his back from almost ten feet in the air.
Nick Stuart: Red Scare! That’s it!
Ivan drops to his knees, this time hooking both of Eddie’s legs and watching Nixon intently.
DING DING DING
Nixon calls for the bell and hightails out of there. Cross weakly kicks out as Ivan gets to his feet. He looks down at Eddie and nods as Alexei runs down the ramp. The Soviet National Anthem blares as Ivan Stanislav backs his way out of the ring and Eddie Cross rolls to the outside and over against the guard rail and the fans pat him on the shoulder and back.
Vince Howard: The winner of this match IVVVVVVAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN STAAAAAAAAAAAAAANISLAAAAAAAAAV!
Nick Stuart: It’s a tough one for Eddie Cross tonight Richard, but he took Ivan to the limit.
Richard Parker: Ivan won, that’s it. See you all at Turmoil. Get the old man some grease for the wheels, get him in tip top shape.
Nick Stuart: Oh, he won’t be out for that long. C’mon.