First round Match: Explosion Match |
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[The lights dim and a red haze comes over the arena. “Won’t Back Down” by Fuel comes over the PA. The song hits a beat and there is a explosion at the entrance way. As the music gets more intense you see Wrec Hannibal walk out from behind the curtain wearing a black trench coat, no shirt, black tight with the red bone lettering spelling out Hannibal. Wrec takes a couple steps forward, looks out at the crowd with a cocky look while Tiffany Chaos walks from behind the curtain wearing a tight black leather tank top and black leather pants.] I know what darkness means Wrec begins to walk down to the ring with the same cocky look on his face as Tiffany walks down two steps behind him.] I won't back down [Wrec slides into the ring and walks over to the turnbuckle as Tiffany walks around the outside of the ring cheer on Wrec.] The shadows that you see [Wrec stretches out his arms into a underhook flex, then points both of his thumbs towards himself in a cocky manner in spite of the crowd booing him.] Jimmy Peckman: The explosion board is in the center of the ring and one of them men will get blown up and will lose! Larry Dots: The EMT’s are down here with the ambulance ready to ship one of these men off to the hospital! [Wrec and Dean begin to circle each other, and Wrec is the first one to attack nailing Dean with a clothesline and follows up with an elbow drop. He quickly gets to his feet and pulls Hobkirk up and lifts him into the air landing a suplex. Hannibal snaps to his feet and immediately goes to the outside. First he grabs a steel chair and tosses it into the ring, and then flips up the ring apron and begins searching for anything he can grab.] Jimmy Peckman: Hannibal doesn’t seem to have any rust on him since he’s been gone, and look he is searching for some toys. Larry Dots: I hope he realizes this is a mistake because Dean is climbing to the top turnbuckle post with the chair. [Dean leaps off and Wrec looks up just as the chair comes crashing into his head. Hobkirk climbs to his feet and begins to lay the boots into Hannibal and then pulls him to his feet and hits an immediate ddt. Hobkirk then drags Wrec to his feet and whips him into the steel stairs. Dean charges at Hannibal and runs his knee into his back, and then does it again.] Larry Dots: This could be a very fast match and could end up being an easy win for Dean, who isn’t rusty as Wrec. Jimmy Peckman: Bah, I still say Wrec wins! Larry Dots: I bet you fifty bucks he doesn’t! Jimmy Peckman: Deal [Dean grabs Wrec and rolls him into the ring Dean pulls Hannibal up to his feet again and whips him into the ropes, Wrec comes shooting back and tries hitting Hobkirk with a clothesline but he ducks. Hannibal hits the ropes again and launches back even faster, and Dean hits him with a drop toehold. “The Assassin” jumps to his feet and hits a fast elbow drop to Wrec’s spine and follows it up with another one.] Larry Dots: Let’s go Dean! Jimmy Peckman: It’s only a bit before Wrec makes his come back, and I don’t doubt it at all. [Dean rolls to the outside and grabs the steel chair from earlier and tosses it into the ring. He goes to the already flipped open ring apron and pulls out a chain. He grabs it and rolls back into the ring. Hobkirk wraps it around his hand and stalks “The Icon” until he gets to his feet, “The Assassin” swings a huge right at him and Wrec ducks and pulls him down with a neckbreaker. Hobkirk drops the chain as Hannibal picks it up and whips Dean in the stomach with it. He then does it again and Hobkirk just holds his stomach in pain. Wrec then lifts him up and wraps the chain around his neck and begins to pull tighter and tighter. Finally he lets go and hits him with a reverse DDT.] Jimmy Peckman: The comeback commences! Larry Dots: It is just luck so far; you will owe me fifty bucks by the end of this match. [Wrec gets to his feet and lifts Dean up and goes to suplex him into the platform in the middle of the ring. But Dean reverses and hits a front fact ddt and jumps to his feet and grabs the chain again. He wraps it around his fist again and turns Wrec over and starts hitting him in the forehead and face with it.] Larry Dots: YES! BRING ON THE DAMN BLOOD! Jimmy Peckman: Calm down killer, we have an entire night for blood and maybe even some guts if we have time. [A bit of blood begins to trickle down Wrec’s face and Dean unwraps the chain from around his fist. He waits for Wrec to pull himself to his feet; “The Assassin” begins swinging the chain and Hannibal charges at him and nails him with a huge spear. Wrec shakes himself a bit and climbs to the top rope and just screams jumping off and doing a 360 corkscrew moonsault and landing it with perfection!] Jimmy Peckman: THE LAST REFUGE! THAT IS HOBKIRKS MOVE! Larry Dots: Oh my god lets have a hissy fit about it. Just a move anybody can do it... [Wrec slowly climbs to his feet and grips up Dean Hobkirk and tosses him over his hand with a belly to belly suplex and....] BOOOOOM!!!!!! BOOOOOM!!!!!! BOOOOOM!!!!!! BOOOOOM!!!!!! [Wrec Hannibal drops down and raises his arms into the air celebrating his victory over “The Assassin” Dean Hobkirk. Smoke rises from the area and the EMTs rush down to the ring and slowly take Dean out from the barbed wire platform.] Jimmy Peckman: PAY ME! Larry Dots: Here you go... you just got lucky, that’s all... We can do this all night; I bet I will have a lot of money too. Do you realize what match is next Jimmy? Jimmy Peckman: Ryan Matthews taking on CHRIS SAINT in a 200 light tubes of deathmatch! Larry Dots: Saint is going to die in the SWF ring... Jimmy Peckman: More then likely Larry
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[Backstage.] [Chris Saint, with a "fuck the SWF" shirt on stands before the camera. He is alone. He always likes to be alone seconds before a match. His hands are taped, as boxers do, a technique he had learned a long time ago. Saint, with a rubber band, ties his hair into a ponytail, his blue eyes never leaving the camera.] Chris Saint: "The SWF is in my past, but it seems you bastards can't seem to let it die. I gave you all two long years and held your Heavyweight Championship twice. Tai Haven believes I'm washed up.” [Pause] Chris Saint: “Fine. If I am washed up, then what is Ryan Matthews?" [Saint smirks at the cheap shot.] Chris Saint: "I won't keep you all long because I have an event to win. [He winks.] What better way to further insult your former company then to win an event they are hosting?” [Pause] Chris Saint: “King of the Death Match champion, Chris Saint. [He nods.] I like the sound of that." Jimmy Peckman: He is going to wish he never asked for this king of trouble, but here we go! |
First Round Match: 200 light tubes death match |
(The lights in the arena fall out and the vision of a burning city with a pair of eyes floating over it appears. From the loudspeakers then come the sounds of "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins) (We swoop in on the burning city, only to see those same eyes disappear, and suddenly the screen goes to black before the first verse begins. As this occurs, the name Ryan Matthews appears on the screen, followed by highlights from Matthew's' career…) My reflection, dirty mirror (As the chorus hits, so does the pyro as Ryan Matthews walks through the curtain, dressed in black from head to toe. He walks to the ring with a purpose, and as the camera pans up we see him wearing a black hooded sleeveless sweatshirt, black BDU cargos and a pair of black boots and on his hands, up to the middle of his forearms, is black athletic tape.) She's the one for me (As Matthews continues his slow walk to the ring, he stops a couple times to jaw with the fans, occasionally feinting as though he’s going to knock somebody out before laughing and pointing at them when they flinch. The closer he gets to the ring, the more focused he seems to become, to the point where he’s eventually throwing jabs, hooks, and elbows in the air in front of him, as though imagining that his opponent were there.) Intoxicated with the madness (Matthews slides into the ring and moves to the nearest turnbuckle, turning out to face the crowd, he then slowly raises both his arms to the sky looking to the ceiling as though asking for help from above.) You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore (As the bridge goes by, Matthews pounds his chest a few times in seeming defiance as though it were the crowd who said the following…) She's the one for me (As the song ends, Matthews hops down from the turnbuckle, then calls the ref over to check him for weapons. When the ref has done so, Matthews quickly hops up on the turnbuckle again and takes a seat and begins checking himself over again to make sure everything is copacetic, seeming completely uninterested in his opponent until the match is ready to get underway….)
[The lights dim.] Right up in here, is the sweet spot [FLASH!] CHRIS SAINT [Out comes Chris Saint and the SWF. His long blonde hair is down covering his face. He wears a "Fuck SWF" t-shirt to go along with his shredded blue jeans. The fans begin to shout out the boo's.] Larry Dots: "I always liked Chris." Jimmy Peckman: "Whatever. He sure brought some back up." [Dark Wolf, WMW Summit Champion, steps out and walks to the side of Saint. The man radiates power and has his championship draped around his shoulder. On Saint's other side is his short assistant Timmy Jennings and his long time friend Judas Testament. Testament is carrying a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, looking for anything that looks suspicious.] I - opened up shop at 13 [Saint snaps his head up and his hair falls behind his hair. Now Saint's face is visible. A new passion of anger is in the blue eyes of Chris Saint. Saint slowly begins to walk down the ramp. He never takes his eyes off of the ring, even as the fans begin to through popcorn and other food items at him. Dark Wolf and Testament remain at his side; Dark Wolf is raising his Summit Championship for the crowd to see.] Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do [Saint slides into the ring and crawls to the center. Dark Wolf and Judas Testament walk to opposite sides of the ring.] So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me [Chris Saint slowly stands up in the center and looks at all the fans around him. With a sudden movement, Saint rips off his shirt and reveals his muscular body. A large panther tattoo is on his back. On his right chest muscle reads "Revenge" in blood red ink.] Peckman: Wow. This is a surprise. They aren't wasting any time. They are exchanging blows right off the bat…. Dots: Well, as soon as they stop blowing each other maybe we'll have a real match. Peckman: …. Dots: I will say this though. This looks like a bout Saint simply can't win, Jimmy. Peckman: Saint is the faster of the two but he gives up a lot a strength to Matthews… [ Matthews quickly overpowers Saint with a series of sharp jabs to the head. Matthews grabs a stunned Saint and executes a belly-to-belly suplex on him.] Peckman: Matthews is wasting no time with this attack on Saint. He rolls over on to him. Looks like he's going into the mount position. Dots: Umm, did I hear The Mount Position? Peckman: Don't start with me, Larry. [ Matthews is now raining down rights and lefts on Saint. Most of the shots are wild and vicious. Once Saint is able to completely cover up, Matthews brings him to his feet.] Peckman: There is nothing fancy about Matthews. He just wants to hurt Saint, plain and simple. Dots (gawking at a female fan in front row): I wouldn't mind hurting that…. Peckman: Snap Suplex by Matthews. Dots: Looks like Matthews is going for the tubes! [ Matthews rolls out of the ring to retrieve light tubes. He slides one through the bottom rope. He stands at the in the corner.] Peckman: Much like we figured, Matthews has no early interest in winning this match. He wants to hurt Saint. Dots: I'm sure by now the feeling is more then mutual. Peckman: Saint is up and sees the tube just in time. There's a duck and a tackle. Matthews misses! [ Saint jumps on the tube breaking it off in Matthews hand. Matthews delivers a stiff kick to Saint taking him off his feet. Matthews up and locks on a Full Nelson. He brings Saint up in the air, attempting a Full Nelson throw onto the broken glass. Saint's legs are flailing trying to break the hold and accidently brings a heel up to the groin of Matthews.] Dots/Peckman (grimacing): OUCH! [Matthews loses his grip on Saint as Saint slides down and once free moves behind Matthews, drops down and pulls his legs from under him. Matthews hits the mat face first.] Dots: Matthews with a face full of glass! Peckman: Impressive quick thinking by Saint there. [ Saint going for the light tubes, grabbing one and smashing it over Matthews head as he was getting to his feet. Saint quickly grabs Matthews and delivers a DDT through one of the tables of light tubes.] Peckman: Saint has turned the tide of this match! Dots: He may have, Jimmy, but can he keep it going in his favor? [Matthews manages to get to his feet and they tie up in the center of the ring. Matthews starts to win the battle of strength, driving Saint back towards a bed of light tubes. Saint drops low in his stance and causes Matthews to stop driving him back. Matthews quickly slips to the side and locks Saint into an arm bar. Matthews drives an elbow into the back of Saint’s arm. Saint grabs his arm in pain as Matthews comes in for another go at it. Saint rakes Matthew’s eyes and drops down to the mat for a knee drop kick. Matthews crumbles down to the mat as he holds his knee. Saint sprints to the ropes and bounces off with a baseball slide kick to the same knee as Matthews starts to get back to his feet.] Dots: Looks like Saint is going after Matthew’s knee right off the bat. Peckman: I am surprised no one is dead yet. Dots: Give it time. [Saint grabs Matthews by the hair and wraps both hands into it real good, yanking him to his feet. Matthews tries to grab Saint’s hands, but not before Saint spins around and whips Matthews back first into the light tube bed. The tubes explode in a spray of glass shards and Matthews arches his back in pain as he falls out of the corner.] Peckman: Saint put everything he had in that whip, he fell down after he slung him. Dots: I don’t think this match is going to end in a pin or submission, it is going to end in one of them passing out. [Saint walks over to Matthews and drags him out to the center of the ring by his hair. Matthews is bleeding slightly from his back and has a few shards sticking out of his flesh. Matthews nails Saint with a low blow, and then rolls away from Saint to get his bearings. Saint staggers around a bit, holding his damaged package, and then slips out of the other side of the ring while Matthews is taking a breather. Saint heads for for the other side of the ring and grabs something from underneath. Matthews finally starts looking around for him. Saint pulls out a staple gun, a pack of Yugioh trading cards, lighter fluid, a barbed wire wrapped brick, and a box of salt. Saint smiles ominously as he grabs the barbed wire brick before slipping back into the ring. Matthews slides into the ring and backs over to the bed of nails. He reaches back to grab the bed but it is firmly tied to the ring post by wire. Saint darts in for the kill but Matthews manages to get up a sidekick to Saint’s face. Saint hits the mat and drops the brick. Matthews homes in on the brick and reaches for it the same time Saint does. Both men struggle for the brick for a few seconds until Matthews yanks it violently towards him and at the last second reverses direction, cracking Saint right in the forehead with it. Saint staggers back as a thin trail of blood starts to run down his face. Matthews winds up and heaves the brick at Saint as he staggers away, hitting him in the back of his shoulder with a sick thud.] Peckman: Saint’s weapon backfired on him. Matthews looks to be taking control of the match. Dots: Saint doesn’t look to be too happy right now. Peckman: Do you blame him? He just got popped with his own weapon… TWICE! [Matthews walks over to the barbed wire bed and yanks out some of the wire and starts wrapping it around his boot as Saint starts to get to his feet. Saint charges in at Matthews only to receive a kick to the face from the barbed wire wrapped boot. Saint is busted open and blood runs down his cheek and chin. Matthews smiles sadistically as he starts laying into Saint with a series of stomps from the barbed wire wrapped boot.] Peckman: This is just sick.. Someone do something! Dots: Saint is in Matthews territory now with this type of match, now is the time to see if he can really walk the walk. [Saint rolls out of the way of Matthew’s last kick and sweeps his feet out from under him. Matthews hits the mat and Saint rolls up onto him and straddles him across the chest. Saint starts laying into Matthews with right hands, and then both hands. About ten land solid and then Matthews shoves him off. Saint rolls to his feet and springs into the ropes as Matthews slowly gets to his feet, tapping at the blood now running from his nose. Matthews turns around in time to see Saint come off the ropes and blast him with a back handspring elbow smash right to his busted nose. Matthews flops onto the mat, grabbing at his busted nose, and Saint slips out of the ring, heading for the pile of goodies under the ring. Saint snatches up the staple gun and the Yugioh trading cards before slipping back into the ring. Matthews is starting to get to his feet and Saint blind sides him in the side of the head with the staple gun. Matthews is stunned and Saint holds the gun up in the air, drawing a huge pop from the crowd, and then he places one of the Yugioh trading cards right in between the middle of his shoulder blades and staples it to him. Matthews screams in pain as he tries to grab at the card stapled to his back, but Saint grabs him in a head lock and fires two more into his scalp. Matthews shoves Saint off and grabs at his head, trying to pry the staples out with his fingernails.] Peckman: Holy crap, Saint just stapled a Yugioh card to Matthews's back! Dots: Woo! Shit, that was funny. Peckman: Funny? That was sick! [Saint tosses the staple gun out of the ring and heads over to Matthews. As Saint grabs a handful of Matthews hair, Matthews punches him in the gut. Saint doubles over and Matthews bitch slaps him. Matthews gets to his feet and clubs Saint across the back with a forearm and then scoop slams him right into another bed of light tubes. Saint screams in pain as the shards of glass cling to his flesh. Matthews up on the top rope, nailing Saint with a guillotine legdrop, driving Saint into the broken glass even more.] Peckman: I think I am going to be sick! Dots: That is going to hurt for a long time. [Matthews takes two good kicks to Saint’s chest with the barbed wire boot before backing up to charge. Saint manages to get up to avoid most of the blow, and Matthews slams into half of the broken glass bed. Now both men are rolling around in broken glass. Saint flops onto the mat as Matthews is out of the glass also. Saint stands up, his back a bloodied mess, and shoves the ref out of the way. Saint grabs a handful of Matthews hair and goes to monkey flip Matthews out into the middle of the ring where broken glass has spilled from the beds. Matthews is now bleeding from his back, but not nearly as bad as Saint. Matthews gets to his feet in time to see Saint heading up to the top rope, and he dives into the ropes, causing Saint to slip and then straddle the turnbuckle. Saint's face shows the pain as the crowd responds with a OOOOH!. Matthews walks over and drags Saint off of the turnbuckle and fallaway slams him into the remains of the light tube bed, grating his back across the broken glass. Matthews is back to his feet quickly, and grabs Saint by the throat and starts to choke him while driving him back against the bed of light tubes. Saint pops Matthews in the nose with a right hand and then another. Matthews finally drops Saint and steps back away from him, grabbing at his busted nose. Saint gets to his feet slowly as Matthews closes back in. They lock up and Saint spins Matthews around and slams him into the remains of the light tube bed. Saint presses against Matthews's chest and then yanks him out and whips him towards the other bed of light tubes. Matthews slams into the bed of light tubes and drops to the mat.] Peckman: Oh shit! Dots: Ouch! Peckman: Matthews took that one hard. Both of these men are bleeding very badly. How much longer can this carnage go on before one of them passes out from blood loss? Dots: Not much longer I hope. I don’t think my stomach can take much more. [Saint slips out of the ropes and heads back to his pile of goodies, this time grabbing the box of salt. Saint opens it as he slips back into the ring. Matthews is getting to his feet as Saint pours a handful and slaps it right into his eyes. Matthews screams and clutches his eyes as Saint stars to pour another handful, this time rubbing it into the wounds on Matthews’s back. Matthews drops to both knees as the pain starts to overwhelm him. Saint drops the salt, heads to the ropes and starts to scale them like it was nothing. Saint sets up and blasts Matthews with a moonsault. Saint rolls Matthews up for the pin...] ...1...
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...3! Peckman: NO! MATTHEWS PULLS HIS SHOULDER!! Saint only got a two count! How did he find the strength to do it?! Dots: Simply amazing. Saint is pissed! [Saint grabs the ref by the shirt and starts yelling at him. Matthews starts to get to his feet slowly, still feeling the effects of the salt and the moonsault. He grabs Saint from behind and whips him head first into the last bed of light tubes. Saint drops to the mat, pieces of glass stuck into the top of his head. Matthews staggers in on Saint and grabs him by the hair and slams his face back into the light tube bed. Saint screams as he tries to shove Matthews off of him. Matthews yanks Saint out of the light tubes and locks in a submission hold. The ref slips in to check on Saint, but he isn’t quitting just yet. Matthews really cinches in the hold and Saint reaches for the ropes in desperation. Saint grabs the ropes and pulls himself over to them, breaking the hold. Matthews is to his feet first and he kicks Saint with that barbed wire boot again. Saint doubles over and tries to slip out of the ring, but Matthews catches him and yanks him back into the ring. A quick snap suplex from Matthews puts Saint back down on the mat. Matthews covers Saint for the pin.] ...1...
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Kick Out. [Matthews stands up and drives a knee to the glass still stuck in Saint’s head. Matthews looks out to the crowd, his nose bleeding heavily, as he signals for his finisher.] Peckman: This is it, Matthews is going for Character Assassination! Dots: Matthews has pulled Saint up... Here we go! [Matthews starts to set up , but before he can Saint starts to fight back with punches. Both men start nailing each other with punches. Matthews lands a solid punch to Saint's jaw that rocks him. Saint starts to fall backwards towards the ropes, but grabs a handful of Matthew’s pants as he goes, dragging him over the ropes with him. Both men hit the arena floor hard and lie there.] Dots: Both men are down and out. Wait, Saint is starting to get up. Peckman: It looks like Saint injured his arm in the fall, he is using his left arm only. Dots: No, Saint falls back down. I don’t know if this match is going to go on much longer. [Matthews starts to crawl towards the steel steps as Saint leans back against the side of the ring. Matthews slumps against the steps as he tries to get to his feet. Saint starts to pull himself up as Matthews gets to his feet. He limps over to Saint and punches him in the kidney and then shoves him into the ring post. Matthews stands over Saint for a second, and then reaches down to pull him back to his feet. As Matthews grabs Saint, Saint rolls over and smacks him right in the cheek with the staple gun! Matthews howls in pain as Saint nails him in the inner thigh with another staple. Matthews tries to hop away from Saint, but Saint nails him once more in the butt cheek as he makes his escape. Saint uses the ring post to get to his feet as Matthews slumps on the railing, pulling the staple out of his inner thigh. Saint throws the staple gun at Matthews, hitting him in the arm, and then slips back into his goodies.] Peckman: Oh no, look! Saint is using his right arm again. I guess it wasn't hurt that bad after all. [Saint pulls the lighter fluid, a zippo and another light tube from under the ring. He coats the light tube and lights it. As Matthews is getting to his feet Saint swings the flaming light tube and cracks Matthews over the back. Matthews is down in pain and rolling. The little bit of flames that caught his clothing on fire is put out. Saint then reaches under the ring again, pulling out a bag. Saint dumps the entire contents of the bag onto the floor of the arena.] Dots: THUMBTACKS! Peckman: This doesn’t look good for Matthews. [Saint grabs Matthews and picks him up and power bombs him into the thumbtacks. Matthews arches his back in pain and Saint yanks him back to his feet again. Saint once again, finding the strength, but falters still manages a half ass power bomb. Saint breathing heavy now and waning fast heads back to the ring and slips in under the ropes.] Peckman: What a match! Dots: It's been intense. Peckman: Matthews is getting to his feet! How can he still find the strength to get back up after that I don't know. [Matthews struggles to get back to his feet as Saint starts to stand in the ring. Matthews slowly slips into the ring, only to be greeted with a rolling thunder from Saint. Saint rolls Matthews up for a quick pin.] ...1...
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Kick out by Matthews. Dots: I don’t believe it! Peckman: He still managed to kick out after all of this carnage. [Saint looks shocked as he struggles to get to his feet. Matthews rolls to his side and then starts to stand also, both men leaving a trail of blood behind them. Saint steps in and blasts Matthews with a solid right, and then hooks up and delivers a weak side suplex. Matthews spots the box of salt left behind in the ring, and grabs it as Saint gets back to his feet. Matthews stands up and Saint rushes in. Matthews desperately slings the salt at Saint and somehow he ducks it and follows through with a diving roaring elbow, busting Matthews in the chin. Saint rolls up Matthews again.] ...1...
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The ref calls for the bell. Jimmy Peckman: SAINT LIVES AND WINS! Larry Dots: Matthews probably ate the fish before the match... that has to be why he lost. Jimmy Peckman: That’s what I am saying... I mean Daishi, Wally Renfield, and Goliath are now coming down to the ring, and it looks like the mean business. [They all eye Saint as if they were tigers and he was prey. But charging through the crowd is Jon and Parker Smith with Heatwave and Jimmy Riley. The get into the ring before Wally, Goliath and Diashi have the chance, and pull Saint out and back through the crowd.] Larry Dots: Damn it! Saint could have been taken out before the next round...So what’s next on the agenda? Jimmy Peckman: Mark Adkins taking on Matt Hunter! Larry Dots: What type of match? Jimmy Peckman: Bed of Objects deathmatch... You have to slam your opponent onto three different types of tables in order to win! |