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Shove-It: St. George - Opening Match
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(can't get crowd reactions; awkward; probably going to be fired soon) 


#1
12-06-2013, 05:06 PM

The camera fades in to a quite settled and murmuring crowd, buzzing in anticipation for the event ahead. English flags and the shows logo can be seen adorned around the stadium, as the last few people of the sell-out crowd take their seats, eager to begin their treatment of the XWF for the weekend, seeing names like Barney Green, John Madison, Jessie Diaz, to name just a few.

Suddenly, the lights dim, and the crowd burst into a cheer, one of many already drunken cockney men literally yelling 'wayyyy!'. There is a light on the stage, and a bunch of men dressed in all black march out, each of them holding riot shields.

A song begins to play, and the lights rise, and the live performance begins, by none other than Britain's own Take That!


The performance finishes, and a deep-voice booms over the tannoy, echoing around the arena.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome tonight's ring announcer:

Dermot O'Leary!


The riot squad, who are marching in place, part at the entrance of the ramp, allowing tonight's ring announcer to squeeze his way through, shake hands with the band, and walk down to the ring. He enters to the drunken chants of: "We love you Dermot, we do!"

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He takes the centre of the ring and proclaims down the microphone:

O'LEARY: Welcome to XWF Shove-It: St. George!!

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There is a chorus of cheers that overcome the crowd, going absolutely ballistic. They get so carried away that Dermot has to cool them down before something happens.

Alright guys, alright, let's get this show going.

Of course along with me we have our terrific commentary team for those at home. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Ant and Dec!!


The dynamic duo stand from the commentary table to wave at the crowd, who go even crazier than they had with Dermot.

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Okay, let's keep a lid on it, fellas.

While Dermot said that with quite a positive tone, he seemed pretty envious over their ovation. However, the crowd finally calm down so that Dermot may proceed with his introduction.

So the XWF has finally travelled over the Atlantic to put on a show for us tonight, with some of the biggest names performing in some crazy, Britain-inspired match-ups.

He points to the 50ft double cage above his head, which is so high it's barely a metre above the ropes of the ring, even when hung up.

These wrestlers will be putting their lives in danger for the purpose of entertainment. I would now like to clarify that you not do this at home. Thank you.

Dermot coughs a little to break the sudden serious tone, and begins to liven up the crowd again:

So are you ready for the first contest of tonight!?

The crowd roar!

This first match is called the 'X-Treme Wimbledon Match'.

Dermot turns the crowd's attention to the staff setting up the apparatus around the ring, and the cameras follow.

Plates of strawberries, bowls of cream, and a bunch of tennis racquets will all be at ringside for our two competitors to use so they can pummel one another. There is also a huge bag of tennis balls hidden somewhere.

Dermot laughs, and in a jesting tone adds:

I know where it iiiis.


The music starts over the tannoy, and the first participant exits the curtain to a mix reaction from the crowd, but mainly cheers and... jeers.

Introducing first, from... er... 'Earth Realm'... weighing just one hundred and eighty-five pounds: Marshall Cage!!

Marshall punches the air and pyro shoots around him and the still standing riot squad. He high-fives the fans as he walks down the ramp. He pulls his jacket off and jumps onto the barricade, throwing it into the crowd to a bigger roar of... jeers. He jumps to the apron and enters the ring. He poses on the top rope and sits there, waiting for his opponent.


A merry Irish jig cuts off that god-awful music that Marshall considers an entrance theme, and Connor McBride runs out of the curtains to a heavily mixed reaction from the crowd, ranging from drunken boos to high-pitched cheers, and everything in between.

And his opponent, from Wicklow, Ireland, weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds: Connor McBride!!

Not really doing much entrance-wise, Connor just walks down the ramp and slips into the ring, coming face to face with his opponent. The two take a moment to look at all the items neatly laid out around the ring while the staff provide the final touches, as well as Dermot sitting next to both Ant and Dec on the announce table, becoming a third announcer.


OPENING MATCH
Connor McBride
- vs -
Marshall Cage
X-Treme Wimbledon Match


The bell tolls, and the crowd cheers! ...Again, murmuring and shouting at the performers, taking last minute bets on who will win, and who will find the tennis balls first.

The two lock up in the ring, wanting to have more of a straight-forward start to their... interesting stipulation. While Connor beats Marshall in the strength department, Marshall uses his speed wisely to escape out of it, and get a quick advantage of the inexperienced fighter, delivering a dropkick to the confused Irishman.

Marshall runs to the ropes as Connor stands, but Marshall is able to connect a running punch to the jaw. Connor goes down again, but scoops Marshall's leg, forcing him to fall down onto his back. Connor spins and sits on top of Marshall, punching Cage repeatedly in the face.

Marshall is able to push Connor off, but only after having a beat-down laid upon him. The crowd begin chanting: "Here we go, here we go, here we go!"

Connor rolls out of the ring and begins searching under the apron for the bag of balls while Marshall recovers, but doesn't notice him leaving on the other side of the ring, walking around to smash Connor's head onto the apron and does a shit load of successive karate chops, which the crowd merrily count along with.

Connor goes down, taking a plate of strawberries down with him, leaving Marshall to search for the bag himself. Marshall ponders around the ring for a bit, but decides that the bag is probably not under the apron. Being the 'comedian' that he is, Marshall walks over to Dermot and politely asks where the bag of balls are.

Obviously he is met with a resounding 'no'. However, Cage feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns around to be met with a face full of strawberry juice sprayed all over him, getting in his eyes.

Marshall goes down, writhing and grabbing his eyes, with Connor standing over him, munching on some other strawberries. Marshall gives Connor a taste of his own medicine by kicking him down, springing back up to grab a small bowl of cream. He tries tipping it over Connor, but the cream is gloopy and sticks to the bowl.

Connor rises as the cream falls to the floor, swinging a fist at Marshall, who ducks and smashes the china bowl over the back of Connor's head, making the Irishman go down.

Marshall goes for the cover:

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Kickout by Connor just in time.

Marshall kicks Connor in the stomach out of frustration. He grabs a bunch of strawberries and slips into the ring, sitting in the middle with his legs crossed and happily munching away on them, waiting for his opponent to rise.

Connor stumbles to his feet, still hunched over from that sudden impact. He slides into the ring awkwardly, and is met by Marshall...

Who receives a tennis racquet around the head!

No! He grabbed it in midair! He kicks Connor in the gut again to wrench it out of his hands. He steps back, and runs up to Connor for full impact...

Connor dodges out of the way, and puts the Irish in an Irish Whip, carrying Marshall's momentum out of the ring...

And crashing onto a pile of cream-filled bowls! There are shards of fine-china in his back, and he is writhing.

He tries to stand, but Connor is already there! Connor yanks the racquet from Cage's hands, and puts it through is head! Marshall Cage now has a neat tennis racquet necklace, and boy does it look fabulous!

Connor goes down and tries to pin...

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2...
















3-NO! A KICKOUT! Just in the nick of time, and Marshall is still in this...

Connor stands, bringing Marshall up with him. He smashes Marshall's head over the barricade once... twice... but is stopped the third time by Marshall, who reacts by pushing Connor away.

Connor skillfully avoids the well-perched plate of tennis racquets, but has a bowl of cream pushed in on his nose by Marshall, who delivers a dropkick to the face, shattering the bowl all over Connor's face!!

They both land in a heap, to exhausted to be able to move. While Marshall is just lying there, thankful for the break, Connor's mind is turning.

He landed facing the commentary table, and it seems he can see something under it... Something brown...

The tennis balls!

Slowly, with his aching arms, Connor tries to drag himself over to the commentary table. One swift hit to the face with that sack will knock the lights out of anyone. He's crawling as best he can, but he is still to slow, as Marshall is already on top of him.

Picking Connor up, Marshall uppercuts him and bangs his head on the commentary table. He grabs a nearby racquet and swings wildly, missing his still-groggy target.

'WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!' cry the fans.

Marshall's face turns a bright red in embarrassment, giving Connor enough time to slip around Marshall and uppercut him. Cage is taken aback, but is stopped by the announce table. He dodges Connor's next uppercut and slips him onto the announce table, hitting him across the chest to keep him there.

Cage jumps onto the apron and climbs the top rope, preparing something...

He jumps, and goes for a flying variation of his signature Hat Trick move! ...Which pretty much means he goes for a flying headbutt.

He soars, about to land on Connor and all of those tennis balls...

But Connor moves out of the way!!!

The table explodes, and Marshall collides head-first with the whole of the tennis balls, with Connor just narrowly escaping.

Connor drags himself over to the rubble, and pathetically puts his arm over Marshall.

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3!!

There really was no doubt about that, with a hit like that, Marshall was done for.

WINNER:
Connor McBride


The two are finished, exhausted after that tiresome match. The riot squad, who have been standing at the top of the stage the entire time, depart, leaving a bunch of dancers and the five members of Take That on the stage, who begin to play the event's theme song while the staff clean up the mess from the last match.


As soon as the song has finished, all from the stage depart, with most of the mess cleared... apart from Marshall and Connor himself.

Suddenly...


Red, white and blue confetti starts dropping from the ceiling and the crowd starts booing uncontrollably.

O'LEARY: Wait, what is this? What is going on?

The King of the XWF: Theo Pryce strolls out, he makes it a few feet down the ramp before turning around and pointing towards the entrance and out emerges Princess Kate looking stunning as ever. The Princess walks over to Theo, gives him a kiss on his cheek and the two walk down the ramp hand in hand. Theo walks Kate over to a Throne that has been set up near the announcers table. Next to the throne is a smaller seat which is where the Princess ends up sitting.

What is Pryce wearing? It looks like a crown but not the King of the XWF crown, he pawned that for $50 and a gold chain. Wait, now he's grabbing a mic and stepping into the ring. And draped on his back? Is that an American flag tied around his neck like a cape? Talk about letting his new found fame get to his head?

PRYCE: Hello citizens of London. Or as is I like to refer to you all, the little shit stains who lost to us Americans in the Revolutionary War.

The boos grow even louder, some fans start throwing things into the ring, one of which is a black leather shoe.

Who throws a shoe? Honestly? Real classy. Anyway folks, I don't want to take up too much of your time. As you can see I have the Princess here on loan and while our first hour together was rather...orgasmic I think the next few should be even better. Peace.

O'LEARY: What an asshole. Clearly the guy is just baiting the fans. Hopefully no one does anything to extreme, he is with the Princess after all. And doesn't she look fantastic?

The booing still hasn't stopped, even when the lights go up for the first break between matches, while the show proper is being set up. A lot of members in the audience leave rather infuriated, and may not even come back.

Well, one guy will at least. He needs his shoe.

Shove-It fades out for the first of many, many commercial breaks.


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XWF Win-Loss Record
8-9-1

Title History
4x 24/7 FTW UFO E1999 Champion
1x X-Treme Champion

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