Mr. Satellite
- vs -
Mark Flynn
Standard Rules
"Elanor Rigby" by The Beatles vibrates through the eardrums of the crowd as a very confident looking Mark Flynn stands with his arms around his waist and looking out over the audience. The King of the Mid Carders has entered a semifinal match that proves to be a very significant one as newcomer Mr. Satellite and him lock things up in the ring here tonight. Beads of sweat drip off the edge of his forehead as it's been a very rough night for the competitors left in this tournament, and there is still plenty more where that came from. Flynn stands back in his turnbuckle and awaits his competitor staring directly forward. Not at his competitor, but straight forward at the opposing turnbuckle waiting for his opponent.
"Lament" by Project Pitchfork blares over the X-tron as the short 5'7 180 lb oddly looking creature/man known as Mr. Satellite comes rushing down to the ring. Paper bag and all placed over his face he comes in looking a bit more steady and organized here than Flynn. He may have a slight advantage here looking a bit more prepared for this fight than Flynn is.
The bell sounds and both men immediately come barreling out of the corners.
Flynn's size takes the advantage as they shoulder check one another to the ground. Flynn looks quit pleased with himself as he stares down looking rather devilishly at Mr. Satellite. The two have had a decent exchange at each other this week and Flynn seems to be keying into some part of that in his psyche and focus this initial attack on Mr. Satellite hard with a flurry of elbows while he's down on the mat. He picks him back up... flings him into the ropes...
Satellite ducks a clothesline
Flynn ducks a clothesline...
Flynn meets Satellite in the middle of the ring...
with big rising KNEE to the same shoulder area that he targeted earlier.
Satellite falls to the ground and winces in pain, grasping at his shoulder and almost petting it. His eyes somehow come to a degree of anger that is rarely seen, in fact it's never seen because he wears a mask. But if you could see his face, you would know that he's incredibly enraged right now because he's come at Flynn now with a purpose. The shoulder is no longer a concern as he quickly rises to his feet after what seemed to be a faked injury, but was more overcome by rage... Flynn does not expect this as Satellite approaches from behind him and lands a back body drop!
OHHHHH!!!
That one is going to put Flynn down on the mat hard and this one might be over already folks as...
1...
KICKOUT!
Flynn kicks out before even the 2 count and begins rising to his feet quickly, he doesn't seem too distraught over the suplex of Mr. Satellite's at all. Both men now exchange a glare at one another and begin pacing around the ring....
Flynn attempts a punch, but Satellite backs away.
Satellite throws a punch of his own that lands with direct contact between Flynn's face, this startles him long enough for Satellite to kick him in the midsection then lock his head between his armpit and
SLAM !
Him on the mat with a DDT!
He makes quick work as he begins climbing the turnbuckle. Very quickly here he sits and waits for Flynn to stand up.
Flynn is rising...
Rising...
Flying Clothesline off the top rope!
Mr. Satellite knocks Flynn back to the ground, but also has shaken himself up a bit here as he is beginning to show signs of fatigue in this tournament, taking a short break while on his knee allows for Flynn to show minimal signs of movement. Satellite kicks Flynn to the midsection again while Flynn was almost in a standing position.
Flynn is now bent over and Satellite takes this advantage to jump in the air and grab his head underneath his leg and drop his face straight down on the mat.
WHAM!
He rolls Flynn over for the pin....
1.....
2.
KICKOUT BY FLYNN!
That was a close one, but Flynn is not done here yet tonight folks.
Both men are now certainly exhausted as the onslaught of this tournament as now caused both to lay on the ground and catch their breath. Satellite is rising first and then helps Flynn to his feet quickly so that he can DDT him once again into the mat...
Flynn is down hard now and is taking a beating of elbow drops and vicious kicks before being pulled back to his feet and whipped into the turnbuckle.
Satellite comes charging about to hit him with a splash...
but Flynn ducks and gets out of the way in time and Satellite hits the turnbuckle directly in his nose..
He also gets knocked unconscious...
perfect time for Flynn to take advantage and he does with a devastating german suplex!
Both start rising to their feet and Flynn meets him again in the middle of the ring.
Satellite sets him up...
he lifts...
Flynn stares back at him knowing full and well he can't lift him while he uses his strength to his advantage ...
Satellite attempts one last time to side slam Flynn
Who counters with his own
Side slam vibrating Satellites head off the canvas!
Flynn goes for the cover...
1......
2.......
KICKOUT BY SATELLITE...
I thought Flynn was going to control that one easily here, but no no avail as Satellite still has something left in the gas tank.
Flynn this time gets upset and tosses him harshly into the ropes after brinign him to his feet. He charges him quickly and clothesline him over the ropes and onto the ground...
A steep fall puts Satellite on the ground for a significant amount of time... Flynn is climbing the robes.... He's up on the top turnbuckle now as the ref is counting down quickly. He jumps off the top turnbuckle and onto the ring below smashing his two clinched fists together on top of Mr. Satellite, while still landing on his feet. The ref outside the ring now has the count to 6..... 7....
Flynn shoves Satellite under the ring and wants to score that pinfall and move onto the next round. Both get to their feet quickly...
Flynn sets him up here by kicking him in the stomach and raking his eyes as he moves in for the kill here....
He shoves Satelittes head between his shoulders, and with his strength and quickness he's gained a slight edge over Satellite in thie fight he's lifted him up into the air...
WHAM!!!
THE END!
Flynn's his his cutter like finishing maneuver on Satellite...
The cover...
1.....
2........
THREE!
WINNER: MARK FLYNN
Angelus -
vs - Sebastian Duke
Standard Rules
The lights go out in the arena. Wind is heard momentarily in the background before Johnny Cash's 'Gods Gonna Cut you Down' is heard. The steel frame of the X-Tron bursts into flames and the crowd boos instantaneously. 6 of Sebastian Duke's hooded followers make their way to the aisle carrying lit torches. 3 of each to either side of the aisle lighting the path for their Leader, the Angel of Darkness, Sebastian Duke and the High Priest, Asmodeus. He proceeds down the aisle at a constant methodical pace never once allowing his eyes to deviate from the ring. He makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring when the lights come back on.
“Introducing first. He weighs 278 pounds: Sebastian DUKE!”
The opening guitar wail of "This Fire" by Killswitch Engage plays as Angelus' logo (A taped bloody fist) appears on the X-Tron. There's a sudden chill that sweeps through the crowd as Angelus takes one good, long, look around the arena. He starts to walk backward towards the ring with his arms extended wide as he looks toward the ceiling. Angelus slides in on the apron and pops up. He then turns around and runs to the turnbuckle, jumping up to the top rope and extending his arms wide again as he yells to the crowd as they cheer back with him. He points around the arena, then back to himself.
“And his opponent. He weighs in at 218 pounds: ANGELUS!”
The two men circle each other in the ring. They both know each other very well from their previous encounters. Duke leans forward with his fists up; it’s a typical brawler’s stance. Angelus, on the other hand, is light on his feet as he bounces around the ring with his taped fists also ready to go. The fans are very pro-Angelus and anti-Duke for this one as they chant “Whole Damn Show!” and “You Suck!” towards Duke.
Duke goes in for the attack first, but Angelus ducks under and delivers a sidekick to the back of Duke’s thigh. Duke reorients himself quickly as Angelus smartly backs away. Duke spits on the ground as he gives Angelus some trash talk.
“Is that it?” he yells out.
They lock up in the center. This is where Angelus is outmatched—strength and power. Duke has is way and wraps his arm around Angelus’ neck for a standing headlock. Angelus’ reaction is timely though as he reaches one of his hands up and smothers Duke’s face with it. It works as he’s able to loosen Duke’s hold just enough for him to slip out of it.
Angelus then steps behind Duke and levels him with a series of kicks to the thighs. He ends the series with a back kick which targets the kidney of Duke. Duke falls forward, and down to one knee. The martial arts genius from Boston stays on Duke with some quick jabs to the abdomen region. But Duke throws an uppercut out of desperation to the throat of Angelus. The uppercut knocks Angelus back and into the ropes.
Duke is now up to his feet as he charges in at Angelus and takes him over the top rope with a hellish clothesline. Angelus’ feet crash violently into the outside padding, causing him to fall backwards into the guardrail. Duke steps out of the ring to follow Angelus. He lifts Angelus from the side, and drops him crotch-first onto the metal guardrail. That move took a lot out of Angelus as the crowd of spectators nearby let out an “OHHH!” Duke gives Angelus a punch to the face which knocks him back down to the ground.
Duke takes Angelus by the hair, and slams him face-first into the steel steps at ringside. He then pushes Angelus inside as the referee’s count comes to seven.
Duke quickly covers Angelus.
1
2
Not enough as Angelus powers out of the pin.
Duke chokes Angelus up to his feet, and shoves him into the corner. Duke grabs a hold of both middle ropes and begins to thrust his shoulder into the midsection of Angelus. He then delivers a chop to the chest of Angelus, and pulls him in by the arm for a clothesline. Duke makes another cover.
1
2
Another kick out by Angelus. Duke will need to resort to some big time power moves. This isn’t The Crimson Dong that he’s facing.
Duke puts Angelus into the ropes with an irish whip. He goes to catch him for a Bossman Slam, but Angelus maneuvers out of it, and delivers a wheel kick out of desperation to Duke. Both men are down now.
As the referee’s double count reaches 6, they both begin to recover. Angelus is the first to attack. He hits Duke with a right hand. Duke swings back with a left punch of his own. Angelus punches with his right again, and Duke retaliates with one of his own. They continue to trade punches in the center of the ring with the speed of the strikes increasing over time. By this time we’ve lost count as these two brawlers just lay into each other.
But it’s Duke who breaks the chain when he takes Angelus off the ground with a knee lift.
Duke pounds Angelus with some more punches before giving him a snap powerslam. Duke transitions into a cover.
1
2
Angelus gets his foot on the ropes.
Duke punches the mat as frustration begins to set inside of him. He tugs Angelus up to his feet, and throws him into the ropes. Duke went for a big boot, but Angelus slid under. Angelus jumps way up in the air and takes Duke down with a bulldog! That could be the move which gets Angelus back in this.
Angelus is finally able to make it back up to his feet while Duke is still on his hands and knees shaking of the effects of the bulldog.
Angelus bounces around a bit as he sizes up Duke.
Once Duke sits himself up to where he’s resting on both knees, Angelus knocks the wind out of him with a series of kicks to the chest. Angelus then runs off the ropes, and hits Duke with a running enzuigiri kick. That kick is enough to knock Duke down as Angelus rolls him over and makes the cover.
1
2
Duke push Angelus off.
Angelus picks up the near-300 pound Duke, and lifts him into position for a firemans carry. Instead, Angelus drops him forward with a rolling firemans carry slam. Angelus then runs off the ropes, and crash lands onto Duke with a running senton splash. With his back resting against the chest of Duke, Angelus hooks the leg for another pin attempt.
1
2
Kick out!
Angelus gets his foot ready as he looks to be ready to hit Duke with the Whole Damn Show (superkick). Once Duke is up to his feet, Angelus goes in for the kick, but Duke side steps it and catches Angelus by the throat with his strong hand. Duke then lifts Angelus, and THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! Holy crap, Duke just tossed Angelus out with one hand like he was a piece of junk.
We get a close up of Angelus who appears to have landed rough on the outside. He sits up and clinches his right arm. Duke notices, and goes to work. He takes Angelus by that hurt arm, and rams it into the ring post. Duke always seizes the opportunity when he notices a man’s weak spot.
Duke now takes a hold of the ring steps and lifts them over his head. He goes to smash Angelus in the arm with them, but Angelus move out of the way. Duke loses his grip on the steps as they go flying forward. Angelus delivers some quick jabs, but it doesn’t take long for the pain to settle in his right arm. His flurry of punches is brought to an end by that nagging arm injury. Duke reacts by scooping up Angelus, and body slamming him on top of the ring steps.
The referee’s count is coming close to eight as Duke lifts Angelus’ head up and delivers some punches to the forehead. Duke breaks the count by rolling inside of the ring, and back out. That doesn’t go well with the official as he goes to the outside to confront Duke. The referee tries to step in between Duke and Angelus, pleading with Duke to take the match back in the ring. But Duke pushes the referee out of the way. With Angelus seated on the steps, Duke charges at him and nails him with the SOUL SHOT! That impactful clothesline from hell knocks Angelus backwards, causing him to hit the back of his head on the stairs portion of the ring steps that he was sitting on.
The referee once again gets in the face of Duke, now screaming at him.
“I’LL DISQUALIFY YOU IF YOU DON’T STOP!”
Duke walks past the referee and retrieves a chair from one of the announcers. There’s no way he’ll intentionally get himself disqualified, or will he?
“PUT IT DOWN!” the referee screams at Duke who is stalking Angelus with the steel chair. Duke wants to smash it over the head of Angelus, but the referee is preventing it from happening by getting in the way.
After several seconds of the referee and Duke exchanging words, Angelus recovers just in time. He then shoves the referee out of the way as Duke swings the chair in their direction. The chair ends up smashing into the steel steps as Angelus rolls out of the way. He then scrambles up to his feet, and delivers a WHOLE DAMN SHOW super kick to the face of Duke! That move knocks out Duke as he hits the floor with a thud.
Angelus tries to throw Duke into the ring so that he can make the pin, but his injured arm is preventing him from handling Duke to the best of his ability.
Once Angelus has Duke inside, he covers him
1
2
3!
WAIT! Duke had his foot on the ropes! Freaking hell that was close.
Angelus is slow to recover to his feet as he still favors the right arm. He reaches down to grab a hold of Duke, BUT DUKE GRABS HIM AND LOCKS IN THE PANDORAS BOX! Out of nowhere, Duke was able to lock in the Hells Gate submission hold on Angelus. Angelus is trying to find a way out of this predicament. Angelus begins to move his feet around as he realizes he doesn’t have much time before he’s choke out. He kicks them outwards until he lands on the bottom rope for a rope break.
The referee counts to five and almost disqualifies Duke for not breaking the hold.
Duke throws Angelus into the ropes. He tries for the second big boot of the match, but Angelus ducks under it again. Duke turns around to meet Angelus, and immediately goes for another Soul Shot—but Angelus ducks out of the way and Duke takes out the referee by accident! Holy s---, the referee just got Soul Shot by Duke unintentionally!
Angelus then gives Duke yet another The Whole Damn Show superkick which knocks Duke over the top rope.
Angelus watches Duke fall to the outside, and then turns his attention to the downed referee. He’ll need to help him recover if he wants to win this match.
After a couple of minutes, Angelus notices that Duke is sitting up on the outside. Angelus acts fast. He runs into the ropes, but while he’s doing that Duke is seen holding something in his hand. Angelus doesn’t notice as he goes for a suicide dive. But Duke side steps, and swats Angelus in the arm with the ASMODEUS CANE! The d--- Asmodeus cane!
Duke doesn’t stop there. He continues to demolish Angelus’ injured arm with the Asmodeus cane. He cracks the cane over Angelus’ arm numerous times before delivering a kick to his rib cage. He must have used that d--- steel cane ten or twelve times on the arm of Angelus.
“X-Treme!” Duke yells as he holds the cane up high, mocking the fans as he throws Angelus inside the ring.
Duke then mounts on top of Angelus and begins choking him with the Asmodeus cane. How many times is this cane going to get involved in the match?!
Once Duke notices the referee has come back to life, he puts down the foreign object and covers Angelus who is knocked complete out. The groggy referee starts his slow count.
1………….
Someone is coming down the ramp!
2………………………………………….
It’s Tyrone! Wallace Witasick’s right hand man is on his way down to the ring and he’s wearing a referee shirt.
Th- No! Tyrone interrupts the count. Why is he here?
At that moment, Duke loses it! He shoots up to his feet and asks Tyrone what the hell he is doing exactly.
“I’m in charge now!” yells Tyrone as spit particles project into the face of Duke.
Tyrone goes to help the injured referee out of the ring as Duke turns his attention to the Asmodeus cane that he used earlier. He picks it up and acts as though he’s going to swing at Tyrone when he turns back around. But before that can happen, Angelus pushes himself back up to his feet just in time to save Tyrone from the attack. He hits Duke for the third time with The Whole Damn Show! Both men are down now as Angelus tries to pick himself back up. He finally does, but Duke has recovered as well.
Duke is dazed and looks like he doesn’t have a clue as to where he is. He sees Tyrone, and tries to grab him by the throat, BUT TYRONE KNOCKS HIM OUT WITH A PUNCH! Holy s---! The former professional boxer just took out Duke with a punch. Duke stumbles back and falls into Angelus’ arms!
Angelus throws Duke up, and hits him with the SUDDEN DEATH(GTS)! Angelus falls on top of duke for the pin. Tyrone doesn’t waste any time counting.
1
2
3!
Angelus wins!
Angelus has won against Duke for a second time, but he’ll have to fight one more match. The man looks like he can barely even stand up.
WINNER: Angelus
New Xtreme Champion: Angelus!
What it means to be a Champion
The following is a paid advertisement paid in part by Administrator Network. We figured the best time for a commercial would be right before the Finals and the main event. Good. Now that we got your attention we just wanted to let the XWF audience know exactly what it means to become the United States Champion...
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'MERICA!
MAIN EVENT
Mark Flynn
- vs -
Angelus
Standard Match
United States title Championship match
Xtreme Title Match
The arena lights up after the commercial as both the ring announcer and Wallace Witasick make their way down to the ring. Mr. Witasick is holding the X-treme title while the US title is still boxed up in it's glass casing waiting for a Champion to be crowned tonight. Mr. Witasick and the ring announcer get in the ring and pull the insanely loud crowd out of their frenzy long enough to announce the final match of the evening.
Wallace Witasick: Finally we have it down to the final two, which one can hold down the stamina and walk away DOUBLE CHAMPION OVERNIGHT!
Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen from Battle Creek, Michigan weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the former XWF European Champion...
MARK....
FLYNN!!!
The crowd argues in an agreement of boos and, Flynn seems to already be a bit groggy here from wrestling such a hectic schedule as of late, but now he's going to have muster up everything he can here tonight if he wants to walk out of here as a new champion.
and his opponent, weighing in at 218 lbs. out of Boston, Massachussets.
ANGELUS!!!
The crowd erupts into a sea of excitement as "The Whole Damn Show" makes his way out the entrance looking a bit more focused. The discipline and training of a martial arts expert must attribute to a boost in stamina for nights like tonight. He is, however, clutching his right arm slightly and wincing significantly by the looks of every movement and sway that it makes. Sebastian Duke has definately set him back with a damper for this final round tonight.
He focuses and seems to barely let it get to him, even with the wincing he's still kept focused on Mark Flynn who waits for him directly in the ring.
Angelus slides under the ropes and protects his right arm cautiously awaiting the onslaught of Mark Flynn, who appeared to be trying to already take the advantage with a few cheap kicks, but then backs away and starts circling the ring...
Here we go folks..
DING DING DING!!
The bell sounds and the finals of our tournament are under way!!!
Angelus throws a left arm at Flynn who counters back with a drop kick to his right shoulder....
Angelus immediately falls to the mat and can barely stand the agony of a kick that brutal!
Flynn has noted the weakness, and I'd expect that slimy bastard to use it to his advantage!
He moves in to deal more damage to that right elbow and shoulder area of Angelus.
Angelus, out of shear strength and ability is able to spring board himself up to a standing position in the blink of an eye by swinging his hips and thrusting his upper body upwards. He meets him quickly with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!
Flynn is knocked unconscious momentarily and is slow to his feet, Angelus meets him in the middle of the ring before he can bring himself up from a kneeling position. he slingshots his body and shields his arm from the impact with a body splash.
Angelus is using both his legs and bodies as weapons here tonight since he has lost a lot of control with his right arm, thanks to Sebastian Duke.
He stands waiting for Flynn to get back up as both men appear to be exhausted with four matches back to back like this... Flynn comes running and tries a flying clothesline manuever,
but Angelus is too quick and he is instead met with THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW!!!!
Flynn just launched himself directly into that vicious kick and falls to the ground limping in pain....
Angelus pins...
1.....
2.............
KICKOUT BY FLYNN!
Mark Flynn is not done here tonight. The crowd was about to erupt here with an Angelus victory, but like a wind being let out of a balloon, the excitement dissipates as Flynn kicked out and kept this match alive!
Angelus wastes no time pulling himself back to his feet. He's really focused himself and he's in the zone here tonight... He waits for Flynn to rise to his feet and come chaging in again, this time Flynn ducks the Superkick and Angelus and him circle the ring. Angelus is frantically moving around the ring on his feet like a boxer and martial artist...
While Flynn is panting and trying get a lumbering punch this is ineffective.
They both circle the ring...
Circling the ring on his feet and looking to kick Flynn in many angles...
Mr. Miyagi would be proud of Danielson if he saw these kicks from Angelus tonight!
He attemtps another, but Flynn anticipates it coming!!!! Flynn's been planning this move for awhile now as a counter, and you can tell as he ducks and times it perfectly to the effect of where he's standing right next to an Angelus who is facing away from him. His focus is immediately on that arm...
He twists Angelus right hang around his throat and yanks it hard....
ANGELUS Is screaming in pain and the crowd begins to boo as Flynn locks in a very powerful chicken wing sleeper hold. The pain from the wrenching on his arm and the loss of air it causes trapping around his throat. Angelus is sleeping.... sleeping....
The ref holds his left arm up and it falls back down....
Flynn continues to wrench in the hold both suffocating Angelus and applying direct pressure on that bum right arm....
Ref lifts his hand again...
it Falls...
One more time...
It falls......
The ref signals for the bell!!
Mark Flynn, out of shear cunning and focus on the injured Angelus, has locked in a victory here tonight and became DUAL CHAMPION!!!
Winner and New US Champion: Mark Flynn
New X-Treme Champion: Mark Flynn
Flynn can't believe it as a series of boos echo throughout the arena, as a passed out Angelus falls to the mat, unbenounced to him is the fact that Flynn has just won the match.
Flynn does nothing but stare down at the mat and soak in all the boos filling the arna. He knew they hated him for what he did, but because he's Mark Flynn he doesn't seem to care about that much now does he? Mark Flynn obtained eternal glory here tonight by scoring what may be considered as a dirty win.
He loved the boos
He cherished the boos
He does nothing but stare at the ground and soak them in and raise his hands in glory....
Why look at the eyes when all he wanted to hear was the boos....??
THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW! THAT'S WHY!!!
Angelus has somehow been given new life here like a bolt of electricity was just sent through his veins. It's almost as if he's been hit with a defibrillator and his foot had automatically gone from laying down on the ground...
TO MEETING FLYNN'S FACE.... In a matter of seconds!!!
Angelus covers???
The ref is still standing there and drops for the count??
1....
2....
Three!
New Xtreme Champion: Angelus!
I don't think Angelus realized this match was already over, he's making his way to the glass casing containing the US Title?]
What is this??
What the hell is this??
What's Angelus doing??
WHOLE DAMN SHOW to the glass case!!
The GLASS from the casing shatters everywhere as Angelus has that fierce look in his eyes, you know the one where that big time action superhero has when he goes in super Kill Death Mode... THAT LOOK!
He grabs the US Title!!!
He thinks he's won both championships here tonight!!
Wallace Witasick is allowing it to happen as he merely sits and claps while the crowd cheers.
With all the crowds cheering Angelus must have just assumed he's won both titles after being forced to pass out by submission specialist Mark Flynn!!!
Angelus is just making off with both titles down the runway as if he's won them both?
Mark Flynn rises up just in the most convenient time for Angelus to realize that he has already made off backstage with both titles.
This
of course..
does not make Mark Flynn very happy...
For a man who's used to 'robbing' people of their titles, Mark Flynn just got a little taste of his own medicine.
Which has naturally turned him into beast mode...
Mark Flynn's face has gone completely red and the anger boils beneath his blood!!! It's almost as if you can see the steam rising off the top of his head like a tea kettle!!! He begins tearing through the padding on the turnbuckle and sending the stuffing all over the ring!!!
He gets down towards the announcers table and begins tossing cameras, computers, microphones, and stereo equipment!!!
Flynn is now so infuriated that he's now taken an XWF fan from the audience and laid him out with a body slam to the concrete!!
Flynn is out of control here, and he's losing his composure fast!!!
Pulling and yanking out bits of his own hair and freaking out all over the arena. His eyes finally meet on an acceptable target to focus his rage....
Wallace Witasick!!!
Wallace sees Flynn catch glimpse of him and immediately waves at Tyrone who was twenty feet ahead of him, placed between both him and Flynn. Wallace steps back and admires as he assumes Tyrone will make mince meat out of an exhausted Mark Flynn...
He must have forgot to calculate his insane rage fueled testosterone into the picture!!!
Flynn just screams at Tyrone's face before ducking one of his SUPER PUNCHES!!!
He grabs the giant black man by the throat and
SPINEBUSTER!!! onto the hard concrete ground.
Mark Flynn just picked up the over 300 lb Tyrone and dropped him to the mat out of mid air!!!
Super Human strength from a very, very pissed off Mark Flynn!!!
Flynn now screams and bangs on his chest, much like a gorilla or The Hulk would, and begins chasing Wallace Witasick around the ring area as the crowd erupts in a sea of boos at Flynn!!!
Wallace Witasick: Cut the tape.. I said cut the tape!!!
Flynn continues his ferocious behavior in the background as he seems to have gone completely haywire and has now taken to biting his own hand?? Cuasing himself to bleed and bark like a dog...
Wallace Witasick: I SAID! CUT THE TA....
The scene cuts to static right after Mark Flynn's face comes barreling up to the camera and smashes it.
What will happen when Angelus reviews the footage and realizes he's carrying a stolen US Title? He has no idea the match ended when he was in that submission! What will Mark Flynn do now that he's the official US Champion, but already had the belt inadvertently taken from him? Things are about to HEAT UP!
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