LARRY TACT vs. JACOB MEPHISTO
Nick Stuart: It’s time for our next match, Richard. And this one is a battle of the big men. A bad moon is rising on the arena.
Richard Parker: Oh yeah. Let’s get weird.
“The Dark Horse Always Wins” by Blues Saracino begins to play and out walks Jacob Mephisto, The Twins following close behind. Jacob scowls and marches to the ring.
Vince Howard: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Nazareth, Pennsylvania! Accompanied by ‘The Twins’, standing six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at 265 pounds…JACOB! MEPHISTO!!!!!
Nick Stuart: Jacob Mephisto squares up tonight with Larry Tact. Both men looking to get in the win column for the first time here. The winless streak ends tonight for one of the giants.
Richard Parker: Who’s your money on tonight?
Nick Stuart: Both of these guys are tougher than shoe leather. Fanduel.com told me to bet on Tact here, but my crippling fear of snake handlers is telling me to bet on Mephisto.
Patience and Decius take position to the side of the ring as Mephisto steps through the ropes, and plants himself in the far corner of the ring.
Vince Howard: And his opponent! From Manhattan, NY! Standing six feet, six inches tall and weighing 260 pounds…LARRY…TACT!!
“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays as the lights cut out. Larry Tact appears on the stage, arms open, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down to the ring.
Nick Stuart: A look of arrogance and intensity on the face of Tact here. He almost looks insulted being forced to share the ring with Mephisto.
Richard Parker: That’s right. A little bit of class warfare on our hands. Let’s see if Jacob can eat the rich.
Nick Stuart: Gross. And I don’t know if Tact is actually rich or just Facebook rich, but your point is taken.
The two huge wrestlers circle one another as the referee Elvis Nixon calls for the bell.
Nick Stuart: Jacob Mephisto here, looking to lock up. Feels an awful lot like a predator stalking his prey.
Tact with sound technique gets a standing headlock. Larry torques the crown of Jacob’s head, but Mephisto escapes out the back. He pushes Tact to the ropes and who bounces back with a shoulder strike that drops the cult leader to the mat. Larry backs off as Mephisto gets up to both knees and just smiles, crazier than a barn cat. Tact gives a little bow of acknowledgment and tells the crowd to go pleasure themselves. Mephisto hobbles up to his feet, slowly circling to his right, with his back to the ropes. Tact with a running lariat to put Jacob over the top, but Mephisto explodes with sudden quickness, dropping down and pulling the ropes, sending Tact flying over!
Nick Stuart: Some strategy being employed by the wily veteran. Mephisto distracts Referee Elvis Nixon here, faking an eye injury.
Richard Parker: And the Twins start crushing grapes on Tact. All twins are weird, but these two are the worst.
Nick Stuart: You know Troy’s kids are twins, right?
Richard Parker: I WAS JUST KIDDING, KAZ AND AMI ARE DELIGHTFUL.
The Twins back off as Mephisto miraculously recovers from his ‘injury’ and hops down to the outside. He hovers over Tact for a moment, admiring his family’s handiwork before striking with vicious fists to the face. Another devilish smile on Jacob’s face here as he pulls Tact up by his hair, looking into his vacant eyes, then whipping him back-first into the steel barricade.
Nick Stuart: Yikes! Tact taking some lumps here early on, unable to keep up with Jacob and The Twins, but you have to believe he’s prepared for just this occasion.
Mephisto leans Tact over the rail, jaw jacking with audience members in the front row. Then his strikes Tact’s ribs with a heavy chop, sweat spraying off of him in cloud of mist. Another chop. And another! The crowd joins in with a trios of WOOs! Larry drops, favoring his damaged mid-section.
Mephisto slithers away to tell the crowd to shut their mouths. Then, remembering that there is a 10-count stipulation, throws a leg on the apron, to roll in and restart the count. Tact takes the chance to recover and charges Mephisto with a jumping knee lift! Mephisto slow to get up, and Tact capitalizes. Tact wraps his arms around Mephisto and smashes him into the ring apron with a gutwrench suplex!
Nick Stuart: A sickening thud there as Mephisto may have broken his back.
Richard Parker: Doubt that. The man’s bones are probably made of rubber… and meth.
Mephisto get rolled back into the ring under the bottom rope. Just then, Patience Montgomery of the Twins approaches Tact. She purses her lips, but Referee Nixon is on the case and tells her to back off or risk being ejected. She responds by blowing a kiss. The interaction gives Jacob Mephisto time to recover and he greats Tact with a short arm clothesline for the trouble.
Nick Stuart: PRIDE BEFORE THE FALL!
Richard Parker: Tact did not see that coming.
Mephisto works quickly here, lifting Tact up.
Nick Stuart: A stalling suplex… No! It’s a brainbuster! COME AND SEE!
Richard Parker: I’d rather not.
The impact flattens Tact as Mephisto scrambles on top of him, grabs a leg, and makes the cover.
AND A HALF!
Last minute kickout by Tact. He took two of Mephisto’s best moves, but has a little left in the gas tank. Mephisto on the other hand, looks a gassed. Mephisto, slowly gets back to his feet, malice in his heart. He pulls Tact up with him, leading him to the corner. But Tact, reverses. Jacob in the corner now. Taking shots from LT. One catches Jacob on the button and he’s rocked. Tact pulls Mephisto away from the corner and cinches up a head and arm triangle.
Nick Stuart: THE HUMBLING!!!
The uranage suplex flattens Mephisto. And Tact can smell a victory. But no… Mephisto no-sells the move and sits upright. Tact doesn’t even get a chance to cover.
Richard Parker: Is he laughing at Larry Tact? What is wrong with this guy? Must have a whole box of screws loose.
Tact splashes on Mephisto to grab an arm, but Jacob escapes. He circles out of Tact’s sight and delivers a muay-thai knee on the way up. Tact is down. Mephisto with a knee drop to Larry’s back. He takes a step back, coils down beckons Larry to his feet, looking for a finish.
Nick Stuart: If Mephisto lands the END OF FAITH, this one is all over. There aren’t many people who can take the axe kick without getting knocked out in the process.
Richard Parker: Stay down Larry! It’s not worth it.
Larry struggles to his feet, allowing Mephisto a clean shot. END OF FAITH… misses! Tact circles around under the kick and picks up Mephisto will a high crotch lift into a modified one-armed powerbomb.
Richard Parker: What the heck was that?!
Nick Stuart: I don’t even know what to call that.
Tact with the cover.
Only a two count.
Mephisto kicks out. Still shaken by the move, but not defeated. The two men lay side by side on the mat. The crowd applauding the effort here.
Nick Stuart: This has been a chess match. Each man, checking the other. Looking for that opening to finish.
Richard Parker: Something’s gonna give soon, Nick, I can feel it.
Larry looks really gassed after that lift. Somehow, Mephisto to his feet first, and delivers a soccer kick to Tact’s ribs. curling him up in a ball. A momentum shift. Jacob picks up Larry Tact. Then into a fireman’s carry, going for the MEMONTO MORIS.
But Tact with an elbow to the ear. He drops behind Mephisto and lifts him up in a torture rack carry. Mephisto is flailing wildly as Tact lets out a roar at the hard cam. He rotates and sits out.
Nick Stuart: TACTILIZER!
Richard Parker: Good night Jacob.
Larry still in a seated position, hooks the leg and bangs his head with the count.
Nick Stuart: I don’t know about that count Rich. I think Mephisto may have gotten a shoulder up there.
Richard Parker: Jacob is hot about this. He’s staring daggers at Ref Nixon.
DING DING DING
Vince Howard: Here is your winner…. Larry Taaact!!!
Patience is arguing it was a quick count, but it’s no use. Elvis raises the hand of Larry Tact, who rips his hand away and lifts his arm up on his own.
Nick Stuart: Larry Tact picks up his first PRIME victory and it was not an easy one.
Richard Parker: No win is an easy one here, Nick. Never has been.
Jacob Mephisto stumbles to his feet after the bell while Decius tries to calm Patience down. The Patriarch is clearly tired from the slobberknocker but there is venom in his eyes as looks at the crowd…only for a hooded figure to give him a boot to the head! The punt is as speedy and clean as it is surprising. It also causes the crowd to cheer because well, nobody likes him. The cheers only get louder as the hood gets flipped down.
IT’S ANNA DANIELS WEARING THE BRAND SPANKING NEW “NEW ERA” HOODIE SOLD BOTH ONLINE AND AT THE PRIMEPORIUM AFTER THE SHOW IS OVER! YAY PRODUCT PLACEMENT!
Patience and Decius notice what’s happening and immediately slide into the ring, but are given two boots to the head that send them back through the ropes. Anna turns back to Jacob and keeps leveling him with kicks, but Mephisto manages to get to his feet despite the barrage. Elvis Nixon stands conflicted on whether to break it up because he does have another match to ref and he doesn’t want to get killed before then. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to think about that for very long as Wade, Dam, and the whole damn swarm of Enemigos arrive to break up what is beginning to devolve into the All-Father and the Time Lord trading blows in the middle of the ring. Mephisto shoves off Dametreyus more so out of reflex than anything before checking the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Anna, however, allows Wade to pull her back. But not before having her words picked up by the cameras before heading to commercial.
Anna Daniels: Do it yourself, Jake.