NON-TITLE MATCH:
THE ANGLO LUCHADOR vs. ANNA DANIELS
Nick Stuart: This one folks is going to be a good one, we see two of the contenders for the Intense Championship, one of them being our current champion, square off, one on one.
Richard Parker: I wonder if Hoyt will be out here, I hope so.
Vince Howard: This match is scheduled for a twenty minute time limit and is a non-title encounter. Our first competitor, from Mount Perdition, Galifrey, standing five-foot seven inches and weighing in at one-hundred thirty-five pounds ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANIELS!
The entire area fades to black, causing the PRIMEates in attendance to steadily come to a hush. After a moment, the beginning guitar notes of Solid Space’s “A Darkness In My Soul” begin. Nothing comes on the PRIME*view to note exactly who is coming out. Suddenly, a spotlight pierces through the dark pointed to the top on the entrance ramp. Anna Daniels stands there, her profile positioned towards the light. She lets it wash over her while letting the fans get a good look at the merchandise. Finally, she glances at the ring with a small smirk on her face.
Nick Stuart: Remember everyone, Buy the *bleep*ing shirt, you cowards.
Richard Parker: Huh, never knew we had that button.
Nick Stuart: I just made the noise.
As The Muse takes her time heading to the ring, she wistfully observes the goings on around her as if getting into a certain type of groove that only she can hear. Her strolling sways almost like she’s dancing from time to time. Her robe and headpiece–once more regal and dazzling artifacts from her homeplanet–are in various stages of disrepair and utter damage. Anna slaps a hand or two, nods a little to those in attendance. Once ringside, she motions for somebody to take the robe and headpiece which when taken nearly make the poor sap fall over.
She makes her way to the stairs and slinks along the apron, wiping her feet before entering the ring. Immediately after, she nearly chases off the ref in a suddenly blur of action before smiling yet again. Casually, she strolls to a corner with her head bopping before perching herself onto the top rope laid out like a French girl people like to paint.
Vince Howard: Making his way to the ring, from the hell known as Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, standing at six-feet, and weighing two-hundred and eleven pounds, THE INTENSE CHAAAAAAMPION! THE AAAAAAAAAANGLO LUUUUUUUUCHADOR!
The arena darkens. The first dabs of the organ intro to “Oye Como Va” by Santana fill the arena as purple and green lights strobe while the telltale mask of the Anglo Luchador rotate on the PRIMEview behind. Smoke begins to waft across the entryway as the instrumental beginning of the song swells into its big climax. Right before the lyrics sound, The Anglo Luchador appears from the back, looking out at the crowd. He exhales and bows his head before he takes his final stride towards the ring.
DING DING
Anna Daniels and The Anglo Luchador stare each other down for a moment. The two come closer to the center of the ring and Anna Daniels unloads a right hand that staggers The Anglo Luchador. She’s on him right off the bat, a series of lefts, rights, and kicks are coming in succession. TAL does his best to block the blows, but Daniels keeps raining them down. The Anglo Luchador backs himself back into the corner as Daniels continues to press.
Nick Stuart: Great offense from Anna Daniels here, coming out firing on all cylinders.
Richard Parker: Hoyt probably gave her magic powers or something for tonight. She’s showing no signs of that horrific Intense Title Match from Great American Nightmare.
Anna Daniels tries one kick to many and the old luchador pounces, catching the kick and following up with a dragon screw, taking Daniels down to the mat. TAL keeps the ankle and rolls back to his feet, dropping an elbow on the inside of The Muse’s knee. TAL gets to his feet and starts eyeing up another elbow but Daniels kicks him in the thigh just above the knee, TAL is forced to back off to avoid hyperextending his knee and Daniels is right back to her feet.
Nick Stuart: Great scientific wrestling here by TAL.
Richard Parker: You mean the devil’s work?
The two once again are back to their base, but TAL doesn’t wait for Daniels to strike first. He moves in for a collar and elbow tie-up. The two grapple with it for a moment, but finally TAL manages to back Daniels into the corner. Daniels tries to slip a knee in, but TAL blocks and fires a knee of his own into Daniels’ midsection. He takes the opening and sends Daniels flying across the ring into the corner. The old luchador is right behind her, and as Daniels connects with the corner TAL jumps up onto the middle rope and pulls Daniels down monkey flipping her. Daniels flips all the way through, landing on her feet. She tries to punt TAL in the head as he gets up, but the Intense Champion manages to roll under her swinging leg.
Nick Stuart: Incredible wrestling here from these two.
Richard Parker: It’s weird, when you don’t put barbed wire ropes on a ring, you get to see actual wrestling.
The Anglo Luchador is up quick and this time delivers a striking combination of his own. Right jab, left jab, he goes for the right cross but Daniels ducks under. The old luchador uses the momentum from the miss to spin into a headlock and flips Daniels over onto her back with a headlock takeover. He can’t hold the headlock as Daniels is quickly back to her feet. She tries to sweep TAL’s leg on the way back up, but TAL jumps over her outstretched leg and fires off a kick to her ribs. Daniels manages to catch the kick, but TAL unloads with an enziguri that finally puts Daniels down on the mat.
Nick Stuart: Both wrestlers are breathing hard here folks, and were only a few minutes into the match.
Richard Parker: Do you see how fast these two are going? Luchador is like a hundred and fifty and moving quicker than I’ve ever seen. If the old man doesn’t slow down, he’s gonna have a heart attack.
TAL slowly starts to make his way to his feet, he drags Daniels to her feet with him. She fires back with an elbow, and then a second elbow to the stomach that staggers the old luchador. Anna is quick to go to the ropes, she takes a short step back and bounces off coming at TAL with a headscissors. Anna begins rotating around TAL’s head multiple times and ends by planting the older man with a DDT.
Nick Stuart: What a DDT by Anna Daniels!
Richard Parker: Hoyt has delivered against his adversary!
Nick Stuart: I wouldn’t count that old crusty luchador out yet.
Richard Parker: Nobodies counting him out, Elvis Nixon is right over there. See!
Yes, Richard Parker points at Elvis Nixon even though you can’t see it at home. But in case you were wondering that totally happens. Anna is back up in a hurry, and now measuring The Anglo Luchador for a punt. The Intense Champion is on all fours and Anna Daniels almost decapitates him with a punt that causes TAL to shoot up right, then fall right back down on his face. Anna Daniels covers up.
Nick Stuart: SHE CONNECTED! SHE PUNTED THE ANGLO LUCHADOR!
Richard Parker: PRAISE HOYT! HE’S DEAD!
ONE!
TWO!
….
THR-KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: NO! NO NO NO! THAT CRUSTY OLD MAN CANT KICK OUT! NOT NOW!
Nick Stuart: Our Intense Champion has the heart of a champion.
TAL barely manages to get a shoulder up, Daniels gets to her feet, moving right along with beating the piss out of Anglo Luchador. She lifts the old Luchador up by his mask, and goes for a Muay Thai knee, but TAL pushes himself forward, catching it on the pectoral instead of with his teeth. He pulls the leg up, and Daniels goes for an enziguri. TAL ducks under, but Daniels lands on her free foot. TAL lets go, and sends Anna Daniels careening into the corner. He follows her in with a huge elbow in the corner. The old Luchador drives his shoulder into her midsection once, then twice, and then ascends the ropes.
Nick Stuart: The Intense champion has taken control of this match again!
Richard Parker: NOOOOOOO! BUY THE FUCKING SHIRT YOU COWARDS!
Nick Stuart: Were you paid for that advertisement?
Richard Parker: Maybe.
The Anglo Luchador drives a few fists into Anna Daniels’ face, before pulling her up onto the top rope by her hair. TAL grabs a front face lock and tries to get Anna Daniels up for a superplex, but Daniels manages to grab ahold of the ropes and stop herself from going over. TAL, clearly frustrated unloads a few more right hands but Anna Daniels doesn’t let go. The Intense Champion drops down to the mat and pulls Anna Daniels down with him. The two start exchanging strikes in the middle of the ring, the blows are once again fast, right hands and feet flying. TAL manages to duck under a strike.
Nick Stuart: Back to the ropes we go.
The Anglo Luchador tries to irish whip Anna Daniels, but she puts the brakes on and manages to send TAL sprinting to the ropes. The muse takes off right behind him though, he hits the ropes and she hits almost right after, she leaps going for a poison rana. The old Luchador leans forward enough to shift her weight, grabbing both of her arms and yanking Anna Daniels down.
Richard Parker: NO! NO! NO! NO!
Daniels rolls through the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex, landing on her feet. As quick as Daniels touches down she fires back with a back kick to The Anglo Luchador’s stomach, she grabs both underhooks and drives The Anglo Luchador to the mat with the original michinoku driver.
Richard Parker: SHE DROPPED HIM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD! PRAISE HOYT! PRAISE HOYT!
Nick Stuart: She calls that move Oncoming Storm! Elvis Nixon slides in to count the cover!
Anna Daniels pulls both of The Anglo Luchador’s legs back above his head, and sits her knees on his shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!
….
THREE!
DING DING DING
The Anglo Luchador weekly tries to kick out as Anna drops his legs to the mat, the old luchador rolls over with his face down as PRIME’s resident timelord gets up with her arm raised by Elvis Nixon. She walks over to the camera and mouths “Buy the fucking shirt, you cowards.”
Vince Howard: The winner of this match by pinfall, ANNA DAAAAAAAANIELS!
Nick Stuart: Huge win for Anna Daniels tonight.
Richard Parker: BALAAM IS GONNA KILL THAT OLD MAN! And yeah, sure, big win. Buy the shirt.
Our scene fades to commercial.