(The cameras fade into the arena, and the fans are already in mid-pop as Fuego is walking to the ring, no entrance music)Folks, we are back, and no, you haven't missed anything, Fuego is on his way out to the ring, no entrance music, no smoke, no "Fuego's gonna kill you" Just him and an arena mike, and it looks like he's got something on his mind! (*LOUD* chants of "Fuego's gonna kill you" rocking the arena!) Somethin' on *what* mind? If there were ever a need fer a strait- jacket match, it'd be 'tween these sunnovaguns. We're goin' from a match with one man ready fer the looney bin inta a match with *two* of 'em! Whatever it is, there's about 10% more intensity on Fuego's face right now than I've *EVER* seen, and with Fuego, that's saying something. (Fuego stands in the ring, basking in the cheers...is that a little *smile* on his face? Nah, must be a mirage...and waits a few more seconds before speaking.) [Fuego] About a month ago, in the midst of going to hell and back battling Ernie Grendel, I had to take a break. I needed to go back to my roots, relocate my center, and regain my focus. Try as I might to resist it I had found myself losing track of my inner self...it was my worst fear, I was becoming an animal. So I went back to the jungles of Brazil, meditated, trained, and made CERTAIN that it was my human center, my intelligence, and my skill that was coming back. If winning was going to take some foaming, raving, beast--it wasn't worth it. Thankfully, under control, entirely at ease with myself, I regained the EWC World Championship. (pop for the reference) But then Chris Monroe came along... (***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***) Monroe...a master of psychological warfare. A man who dances back and forth between manipulative genius and homocidal sociopath. A competitor who has seemingly gone out of his way to try cost me everything I've worked so hard to achieve--everything I hold dear. First, he took my health and my spot light after an incredible victory against Grendel--fine, no big deal, there'll be others. Then, he cost me my EWC World Title--that pissed me off, but I can get that back too. But NOW Monroe has gone too far. He's way over the line--he's trying to take my sanity. After all of the time, the energy and the concentration I have put into keeping my anger in check...into ensuring that I remain in control of my emotions, Monroe comes along and tries to ruin it all. Monroe, you might be doing this to win matches, you may find this to be one sick game--but to me THIS IS ABOUT MY LIFE!!! This is about a man who lives every day in fear of who he may become, of what he might do. I have SWORN to myself that I will remain in TOTAL control of everything I do. I will be damned if I'm going to let a piece of s*beep* like you stop that from happening!!! (FUEEEEEEEEGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) Right now, after last week, you probably think you've gotten to me. I bet you're sitting around feeling high and mighty thinking you drove me over the edge and into your realm of insanity. Well, Monroe I've got bad news for you...far from having lost my mind I am VERY MUCH IN CONTROL. EVERYTHING that happened last week, the false sense of security I created, the "SURPRISE" appearance, the bamboo cane, and--let us not forget--the Mudlside onto the concrete...I PLANNED EVERY SINGLE BIT OF IT!!! You're plans have backfired!!! You didn't confuse me. You couldn't turn me into a snarling, foaming lunatic. No, what you've done is caused me to be more manipulative, more creative and just plain EVIL in order to find you, catch you, and cause you the most intense pain of your life. TONIGHT the games are over and the hunt ends, it's you and me inside this ring and you will NOT be walking out of it. (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) And after I take care of Monroe, there's another punk who's mouth I'm sick of hearing run week in and week out. T.R. PARKER. STRUTTER!?! (heh) You DARE question my toughness? You're stupid enough to imply I'm a coward--well let me fill you in on a few secrets. ONE, I didn't come out for our match last week because I had personal business with Monroe to take care of. I had a plan and I was going to make sure it was worked. If that inconvenienced you I could care less. You are NOT my friend. TWO, you want to talk about accidents? You use vague threats to try and scare ME!?! Well let me be as clear as possible about this--I MEANT to hit you with that bamboo staff. I wanted to see those shards of wood break your pretty boy flesh open and your blood spill all over the mat. You see, each week I come out, give 200%, bust my ass, and SHOW everyone that I am THE toughest man in wrestling today. Each week you come out and talk. Talk about the beatings you took, talk about the women you coulnd't keep, you talk talk talk to try and get someone, ANYONE to care about you. Your wish has come true. Because now _I_ care about you--in fact, as soon as Monroe has been put into that ambulance I'm coming right for you. Not because, "the Strutter says so" but because Fuego wants to. (he drops the mic and starts stretching--eyes focused right onto the entrance way. 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I don't care how centered Fuego thinks he is, the bottom line here is that he's stepping in that ring with someone he hates. Well, I don't buy one bit of what ol' jungle-boy had ta say 'bout himself. He might like ta think he's a genius. He may think he's under control. But deep down he knows, Monroe know, and ever-body knows he ain't got enuf brainpower ta toast a crouton! Monroe slides in, and Fuego is right on him, bell sounds as Fuego fires several Thai-style strikes to the body, using his forearms and shins as strike points instead of fists and feet. Monroe backed into a corner now as Fuego with a high Thai kick right into the face of Monroe - and Monroe having enough of that as he now puts Fuego into the corner *crack* and fires off a knife edge that echoes through the arena! An' yew said it before, boy - these two loonies absolutely hate each other. An' they both git their jollies beatin' the livin' crap outta their opponents, so they don't need any more incentive ta kill each other. Monroe sends Fueo across the ring, reversal by Fuego, and Monroe goes hard into the corner as FUEGO CHARGES - LEAPING BELL CLAP, and Monroe staggers out of the corner stunned, Fuego whips him to the other corner and MONROE TUMBLES OUT OF THE RING FROM THE FORCE OF THE WHIP! An' thar's that 'drenaline I was just talkin' 'bout. That li'l extra burst of force an' the boy dun flipped up'n'over. Monroe coming to his feet, and Fuego goes for a baseball slide dropkick but Monroe has the presence of mind to duck it. Monroe back up, and he turns around into a HARD forearm by Fuego, and a spinning heel kick sends Monroe to the concrete. An' this fight's been all jungle-boy so far. An' we ain't even seen his temper flare up yet. Fuego now sending Monroe back inside, and so far Fuego in complete control of both himself and this match. Fuego with a *HARSH* punt kick to a bent over Monroe...but Monroe comes back, double leg takedown on Fuego and he rolls over into a pin combo, one, TWO....Fuego kicks out of that one, good presence of mind by Monroe! Dang, both boys surprisin' me here. Jungle-boy keepin' his temper under control, an' Monroe showin' he got some rational thought with that last move. Monroe now up, ducks a Thai kick by Fuego, and Monroe goes behind for a schoolboy rollup, we have one, TWO...another kickout by Fuego. Monroe showing some of the wrestling expertise that he showed in his early EWF days before becoming a maniac. Fuego up, Monroe with an elbow to the gut, and he jumps OFF THE ROPES INTO AN AXE KICK!! Good springboard move by Monroe. An' this match still ain't moved much beyond a brawl. Just they been usin' a buncha fancier kicks an' karate chops instead of punches an' boots. Monroe now settling into a headlock now, and he's grinding his knuckle right into the temple of Fuego. Ask any boy in the schoolyard, that's a painful hold. An' it's all perfectly legal, too. Take a knuckle or a forearm bone an' just grind it into that thar temple area, an' yer in a wolrd of hurt. Folks, we've still got that No Disqualification Last Man Standing match yet to come, you DON'T want to miss that. Santa will still come if you watch it, I'm sure. Fuego fighting his way to his feet now, shoots an elbow to the gut. Monroe tries for a shortarm clothesline, ducked by Fuego..GOOD LORD!!!! FUEGO WITH THE BACKDROP DRIVER JUST *PLANTED* MONROE'S HEAD INTO THE MAT!!! Now I cain't tell if jungle-boy planned that or if it just worked out that way, but Monroe's head an' neck got crumpled like an accordion. I bet he's a-seein' some stars now. Monroe isn't seeing stars, he's seeing nebulas, as Fuego lays some heavy boots into the head of Monore. Dear lord, the impact that Monroe had on that mat, as Fuego with a falling headbuut, and a cover of his own, count of TWO... Monroe still having enough of his brain together to kick out of that one. Sometimes it's brains, sometimes it's just plain ol' instinct. But both sides still happy with just a-punchin' an' a-kickin' each other. Ain't really seen much of else from these boys. Fuego now takes Monroe by the hair, possible bodyslam, NO, Fuego ties Monroe to the Tree of Woe, and now Fuego with a slide dropkick...NO! Monroe sits up, and Fuego jams his foot into the steel ringpost. Now Monroe loosening his feet, and uses his positioning to nail a second rope splash out of the corner! Monroe-boy takin' th'only way outta that one, an' it could be over right here! Monroe, only getting a two count there, and now Monroe pulls Fuego out of the corner and drops a few knees onto the leg that Fuego jammed in there, and I'm finding it very odd the ground-based attack Monroe is using here. We know it's in his arsenal, but it's not as strong as his aerial attack. It's that ol' animal instinct, boy. Yew see a wounded animal or a wounded man, yew go after what's hurtin' 'im. He saw jungle-boy jam his ankle into the post, he smells the blood, an' now he's a-goin' after it. Spinning toehold now by Monroe, and he pulls out of it into an elbowsmash! Monroe now repeats the process again, and now a third time!! And that combination is twisting Fuego's leg every which way. Monroe now pulling Fuego into a half-crab position, and Monroe JUST HIT A VERTICAL SPLASH POSTHOLING THE KNEE INTO THE MAT!! That's 200+ pounds right onto that joint! Monroe deliberately trying to cripple Fuego here. Y'know, I think Monroe-boy musta been watchin' the last match. Canadian Sim came in 'spectin' an all-out hardcore brawl from Grendel-boy, an' what he got instead was a lesson in wrasslin'. Monroe takin' the same 'pproach with jungle- boy here. I think that's exactly what's happening, Jack. Monroe trying to frustrate Fuego here by *NOT* going to the high flying and the sadism, trying to beat him by *wrestling*. Now Monroe trying for a figure four, but Fuego kicks him away and THROUGH THE ROPES!!! Jungle-boy doin' th'only thang he could ta git outta that hold. Got some strength left in that other leg of his, but he's havin' a heckuva time tryin' ta stand up. Let's see him try one of them thar fancy-pants kicks now! Fuego using that one good foot to get him out of there. Fuego's up now, and he's trying some thai strikes with the forearm, and Fuego goes for a huracanrana, but MONROE FALLS BACKWARDS, and Fuego is stungunned across the top rope! An' that ain't no rope like the clothesline yer mama had in the back yard, boy. Them ropes is steel cables! An' jungle-boy took a shot on 'em throat first! Monroe very dominant in the latter part of this match, as he goes for a nerve hold right in the knee joint area, and Fuego is in bad shape right now. An' now here's whar we're gonna see some of that sick, sadistic mind of Monroe-boy. He's zee-roed in on that thar knee, an' he's dang well goin' fer a submission here. Fuego is down, he's trying to fight it, but to no avail, and now he's slumping down to the mat, the pain he is in must be excruciating by now. We could be witnessin' hist'ry here tonight, boy! We could be seein' the first time anyone's made jungle-boy submit! The boy's made a career outta beatin' the holy heck outta ever-one. Now someone's fin'lly a-givin' him more than he can take! Referee Gerald Riley is there, he drops Fuego's arm once...he lifts it again, and it drops. He tries a third time...AND FUEGO IS STILL IN THIS!! HE'S FIGHTING IT OFF!! This here Philly crowd tryin' ta give ol' jungle-boy a second wind, but Monroe still got that thar pinch hold in tight. Tryin' ta twist away from it, but yew better believe the pain is still a-shootin' that limb. Fuego may know what pain is, but he has a history of being able to ignore it and work through it! He kicks Monroe away, and Monroe bounces off the ropes and crosses over him, Fuego up, goes for a CHOKESLAM...MONROE JUST KICKED HIM RIGHT IN THE GROIN!!!!! Now that thar was purely an accident, boy! Jungle-boy hoisted Monroe in th'air, them legs was a-swingin', an' one of 'em just happened ta stray its way into Jungle-boy's coconuts. An' referee Riley realizin' 'twere accidental, an' givin' Monroe-boy a pass on it. Don't tell me about the referee, it's not my fault he can't do his job! Monroe *AGAIN* has the advantage, but this time, it wasn't so clean. Monroe now has Fuego with a double underhook, and he pulls him into a piledriver. We have a count of one, two...and thr..no, ONLY TWO!!! Fuego taking an incredible amount of punishment in there. An' now it's complete opposite of what was happ'nin' at the start of this here match, boy. Ever since jungle-boy kicked the ring pole, he ain't got in a good shot since. An' now he's just barely hanging' on . Monroe wraps Fuego up into a La Dandina crade, one, two, thrr..two and 6/10ths right there!!! And Monroe now trying a small package, anything to get Fuego pinned, and no sir, Fuego kicks out AGAIN! Monroe-boy gotta do a li'l more hurtin' on jungle-boy. These roll-ups an' tie-ups ain't gonna do it. He's gotta do somethin' more ta that thar knee or somethin'... Monore finally realizing he needs to do more, gets Fuego up and nails a rib breaker. And Monroe on his way to the top! *Now* we're a-gonna see some of that thar flyin' that made Monroe-boy famous! An' it looks like it's a-gonna be his signature move! Monroe just standing there, staring at his hands, this is the reverse shooting star PRESS...BUT FUEGO MOVES!!! MONROE EATS CANVAS!!! FUEGO RIGHT BACK INTO THIS!!! He'll be back in it if he can stand up! Jungle-boy on his knees, but he's gotta put some pressure on that thar...oh boy, I've seen that thar look in jungle-boy's eyes before! He's snapped now! LOOK AT THE LOOK ON FUEGO'S FACE!!! I THINK MONROE JUST TAPPED FUEGO'S JUNGLE MADNESS!!!! Fuego kicking the living daylights out of the fallen Monroe, completely ignoring the pain in his limping leg, and now FUEGO WITH MULTIPLE HEADBUTTS IN THE CORNER (Crowd counts "ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...FIVE...SIX...SEVEN...EIGHT...NINE....) Fuego stops and howls before SMASHING HIS HEAD ONE MORE TIME INTO MONROE!!! *MEGA CROWD POP* Monroe has Fuego, goes for an inverted atomic drop...WHICH HAS ABSOLUTELY NO EFFECT ON FUEGO!!! An' jungle-boy starin' a hole right through Monroe! That ain't intensity in his eyes, boy. That's flat-out INSANITY!!! Monroe can't believe this, as Fuego is on PURE ADRENALINE RIGHT NOW... Fuego with a nutkick of his own, and now Fuego off the ropes...LEG LARIAT sends Monroe down, and Fuego not wasting a move on the top rope...FROG SPLASH!!! Forget it, this one's history..one..two...*OOOOH* Monroe finding the presence to lift a shoulder! Jungle-boy kickin' it inta high-gear, but he's still got a bum wheel. He's gotta per-tect it as much as possible 'cause that's his weak spot...an' now grabbin' some hardware! Fuego grabbed a chair from ringside, and he's unfolding it in the ring. I've seen this before, Fuego going for a triple jump moonsault....NAILS IT WE HAVE ONE!! WE HAVE TWO!! WE HAVE...DAMNIT, Monroe kicks out AGAIN! Watch yer gol-dang language, boy! Yew've been a-cussin' worse than a sailor in these last two matches! What is it going to take for one of these two to just lay down and stay there? Fuego grabs Monroe...and SETS FOR THE MUDSLIDE...OWWWWW, Monroe fires a desperation elbow to that injured leg of Fuego's. Monroe bounces off the far ropes...and FUEGO GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT!! An' now it's desperation time fer Brazil-boy. He's got a two-handed death grip 'round Monroe's throat an' a-chokin' the daylights outta him! Fuego trying for the "Brazilbomb" double chokeslam powerbomb...Monroe reverses it into a rana, and GRABS THE GODDAMN TIGHTS! *Whump* NO! *whump* NO *whump* DAMNIT, MONROE STEALS THE WIN!!! And look at the arrogance as Monroe slaps Fuego in the butt on the way out the ring! I've been a-sayin' it all night - a win by any other name is still a win! Monroe happy ta take this win an' go home an' have a Merry Christmas! Monroe knows how lucky he is, as Fuego's up and he's P*bleep*D!!!! Monroe bolts for the back, as Fuego rolls out of the ring, and the chase is on!!! We got ourselves a Santa Anita Handicap, boy. An' jungle-boy's the one with the handicap! He's just about draggin' that leg behind him! Fuego through the curtain now..and MONROE WAITING FOR HIM!! HE JUST BROKE A BAMBOO STAFF OVER THE HEAD OF FUEGO!!!! An' Brazil-boy one of the few 'round these parts with a head hard enuf ta break one of them bamboo staffs! An' hard as it may be, he's now colder'n the First Lady in the White House bedroom! Monroe now jamming the jagged edge of that staff into the head of Fuego, and Fuego is out cold and bleeding!! And Monroe stands with one foot on the top of Fuego and beats his chest like Tarzan!!! This is unreal! This was a fight of the two crazies, boy, an' I think we just seen which one is the crazier! Jungle-boy better move over - there's a new king of crazy in town, an' his name is Chris Monroe! ("Insane in the Brain" plays again) We're going to need medical attention for the second time tonight, as Monroe once again pushing Fuego to the brink of madness!!! What's going to happen in two weeks at Snowbrawl if these two meet again in the World Title tournament!?! Well if that happens, I don't think it'll be anythang like the match we just saw. This match stayed purty much by the rules fer the most of it, but if jungle-boy had hate fer Monroe before, it just multiplied tenfold! Fans, our main event...can you believe we haven't even gotten to the main event yet? Omega vs Frown, LAST MAN STANDING IS NEXT!!!