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"Troy Boy" Troy Knight w/Johnathon Taylor Thomas and The Bobster

Two out of Three Falls Match

First Fall = Hair versus Hair Match

Second Fall = Last Man Standing

Third Fall = Cage Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

JP: And what a match we have in store here! It's going to be two out of three falls for Troy Knight and his opponent, Ace Spade! The first is going to put everything on the line in a hair-versus-hair match! The loser will not only lose the stage, but also their hair!

Sully: And that's only the beginning! The real pain starts in that last man standing match! Both are going to want to do anything to the other to keep them down for not a three count, but for a ten count!

JP: And to end it all, they will have to endure the Cage match! The winner of that (if they require that match to decide it) is the winner!

Sully: Oh man! It's too much!

[Troy Knight entered after Ace Spade and the two begin to circle each other as the bell rings to start off the match. They would eventually lock up, Troy Knight moving down onto his knees and slapping harshly at Ace Spade's face, which sends the man flailing to the side a little bit. Ace Spade would lunge forwards, reacting quickly as he goes to grab Troy Knight by the head, but fails. Troy would duck underneath the swinging of the arm before landing a boot to the midsection of Ace. Ace would croon over, arms across his midsection as Troy, in a rather cocky face-like manner, would celebrate, the fans beginning to chant his name.]

Sully: Just who does he think he is, anyway?! Look at that show-off!

JP: Well, Knight is making a bit of a fool out his opponent at the moment, and it is not pleasing Spade, at all!

[Spade would run forwards again, and is tripped by the swiftly-moving Troy Knight, who drops him into a drop toe hold, Spade hitting the bottom turnbuckle with his jaw. Ace Spade would stand up, holding his jaw, turning around straight into a very dynamic arm drag by Knight. The fans chanting Knight's name as he goes for the early cover.1…2- Kick out! Spade would kick out quickly and furiously as he stands up, holding his face as he moves for Troy, who, once again, moves out of the way skilfully. He'd not do it perfectly, though, as, when Ace turns, Knight would trip right into the path of a kick to the side of the head that nails him tremendously! He'd shake his head, bending down and picking up Troy by the hair that the match is for. He'd hoist him up, moving to give him a scoop slam, but instead dropping him onto his back, using both their amounts of weight to deliver the power.]

JP: And Ace Spade, after catching Troy Knight with that boot, is beginning to gain the upper hand.

Sully: Great! He has him stunned, and now he has to take advantage!

[1…2- Troy Knight kicks out much to the delight of the audience! Ace Spade would not look surprised as he stands up, pulling Troy up with him before moving him towards the turnbuckle, and landing a thump with the elbow to Knight. Knight would make an anguished sound, stumbling forwards and holding his neck. Ace Spade would follow him, grabbing onto his forearm and whipping him towards the ropes. Troy would duck under the oncoming forearm from his opponent before rebounding off the opposite ropes and taking to the air as he delivers a clubbing blow that knocks Ace Spade to the canvas. He's up quickly, the fans getting behind Knight as he lands a huge drop kick to Ace that sends him flailing out of the ring, under the top rope. Troy Knight would turn around, slapping the side of his buttocks crudely before leaning back on the ropes behind him and running forwards, leaping over the top rope and delivering a senton to the standing Ace Spade. The fans cry out with excitement and then begin to chant Troy's name as he and Ace Spade struggle to get up from the outside of the ring.]

JP: Oh man, what a move! What a move there, from Troy Knight- throwing himself out on top of Ace Spade and taking them both out!

Sully: He got lucky!

[An action replay shows the senton that was delivered over the top rope. As the camera changes back to show the action, it shows Troy Knight landing a few blows to the head of Ace before grabbing him by the head and whipping him straight into the steel steps, which shudder with the impact made by 'The Player's body. He would cry out, as would the fans in shock at the sound made. Ace would move onto his hands and knees, arching his back and spitting out words of anger, pain and frustration. Troy would follow up, grabbing him up by the hair and throwing him underneath the bottom rope. He'd go for the cover almost immediately, moving over him.1…2…He kicks out! Troy would stand up, moving towards the turnbuckle.]

Sully: What's he gonna do?!

JP: I think Troy Knight is after his finishing move here! I-

[Ace Spade stands up as Troy climbs on the buckle, back to the ring. Spade would put his arm between Troy's leg and would thump him down hard onto the canvas in a swift and crafty roll-up. 1…2…3!! Ace Spade picks up the win in the first fall!]

Sully: He got him!

JP: Ace Spade picked up the crafty win there as Troy Knight was gonna go for his finishing move! And now he keeps his hair!

Sully: Knight has to shave off his hair, JP!

[Knight would not be looking happy and would shake his head, kneeling up, jaw clenched. Ace Spade would stand, arms raised, back to Troy Knight as he celebrates towards the fans that meet him with boos and jeers. Knight would stand very quickly, diving forwards and dragging Spade back by the hair that was on the line, turning him around for a full-arm clothesline that connects harshly, sending Spade back onto his shoulders. He'd put one leg over him before delivering repeated punches to the face of his opponent in a relentless attack. The referee wouldn't be able to pull them apart successfully as Troy stands, dragging Spade up with him before delivering a snap mare to him before locking him in with a head lock as he kneels behind him.]

JP: Troy Knight going to work! He is not happy at all, I can tell!

Sully: Well, he lost his match- and his hair! Fair and square, JP!

JP: That is true. Ace Spade won that match fairy, but now he has to survive these next two rounds.

Sully: You're saying this as if Troy Knight is the dangerous one. I'd like to remind you that Ace Spade is equally as dangerous in the ring, if not more!

JP: He's a tremendous athlete, and I have all of the respect in the world for the young man.

[The head lock is held continually as the referee does his best to get between the two, Troy seeming royally pissed-off as he refuses to release the hold.]

Sully: No wonder the ref's trying to break that up! That's a choke!

JP: It's no disqualification, so Troy can hold the lock in for as long as he wants, but if he has a little bit of compassion, he'll release the man before he passes out!

[And, as if on cue, he would release Ace Spade roughly, standing up and dragging him with him across the ring before throwing him into the turnbuckle and unloading on him with chops with seemingly every angle of his arm, hand and wrist, the contact making slapping sounds. Ace would slip down the turnbuckle, groaning and breathing heavily as the stomps from Troy Knight hit home hard! Troy would give it a break finally, picking Spade up by the hair and hoisting him over his shoulder. He'd hold Ace there for a little bit, squeezing him as his back bends over his shoulder before it is reversed by Spade, who rolls backwards, getting the back of Troy's leg and lifting him up, thumping him down hard for a high angle back slam! The two would be laid out in the ring, struggling to get their breath back as the first count is made. 1…2…3…4…5- They begin to pick themselves up, Knight a little quicker than Ace Spade. As they stand, they would exchange blows, Ace Spade finally getting the upper hand as he thumps his fists home to the skull of Troy Knight. Knight would stumble a little bit, leaning into the ropes as Ace Spade brings steady blows down onto his body. Spade would deliver two solid kicks to the downed-man before turning and moving towards the outside of the ring, having been opened up by the blows reigned down by Troy previously. He'd move towards the announcer's area.]

JP: What's he doing now?

Sully: It looks like he's after something.

[And indeed he is. He would apparently find it, as well, picking up a chair by the legs and snapping it closed before sliding it under the bottom rope and sliding in after it. He'd stand up, picking the chair up with him, watching as Troy Knight struggles to stand up, using the ropes for assistance, vision half-crippled by the blood running down his brow. The fans boo and jeer Ace Spade as he swings for Troy. Much to their delight, though, Troy moves out of the way and slams a boot down into the midsection of the chair-bearer. He drops the chair and Troy grabs him by the neck, delivering a neck breaker! Both men remain down on the canvas again as the count is made.1…2…3…4…5…6…7…Troy would begin to stir, as would Ace, who holds his neck. Troy would back into the ropes behind him unsteadily before darting forwards in an attempt to clothesline his opponent, Ace would duck under before whipping out his arm and hooking it around Troy's head. He'd jump up in an attempt to land 'The Royal Flush', but Troy would not go down, throwing Spade onto his back and lifting his legs and parting them, dropping down and delivering a head butt to the crotch! Ace Spade's eyes would widen and he'd move both hands to cover the area protectively.]

Sully: He can't do that!

JP: Anything is legal in this match, don't forget that!

Sully: But.. But, that was just low!

[Ace Spade would roll out of the ring, hands in between his upper thighs as he writhes, Doris Spade coming to his aid, resting her hand on his shoulder. He'd wave a hand dismissively in her direction as he narrows his eyes, sets his jaw and slides in under the bottom rope, straight into a right hand from Troy. He'd be up quickly to run into a quick side walk slam from Knight, the fans going wild!]

JP: Listen to the audience! They're loving it!

Sully: Argh! No! Knight is getting his second wind!

[Ace Spade would lay flat out on the canvas, the referee making the count as Troy Knight moves over to the turnbuckle, the fans chanting his name. He'd then drop down in a 'Rump Thump' onto the fallen Ace Spade!]

JP: He got 'im!

Sully: No! No! Get up, Ace!

[Troy Knight would stand up, leaning into the ropes as the referee carries on the count for Ace Spade. 5…6…7…8…Ace would rouse himself. …9.. He'd be on his knees and would stand shakily before the ten-count. Troy Knight would widen his eyes in disbelief, holding his head and letting his mouth hang open.]

Sully: Yes! He did it!

JP: How did he do it?- that's what I wanna know!

[Troy Knight, in a rage, would lunge forwards, but Ace Spade would drop onto his knees out of the way of the blow before landing the 'Very, very low blow'. Troy Knight would turn around, holding his area, eyes screwed closed in anguish.]

Sully: Hahah! He returned the favour!

JP: True, Troy &endash;did- do a similar thing to him not long ago in this round!

[Ace would capitalise, hooking his head and spinning around, landing a huge Spiral DDT. Troy lands directly on the top of his head.]

Sully: The Royal Flush!

JP: And that has to be all she wrote for not only this round, but also for the tournament for Troy Knight! He has fought bravely!

Sully: But apparently not well enough!

[Troy lays out flat on the canvas as the count is made.1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9. He'd stir, and would hastily move onto his knees, leaning against the ropes, the count not finished. Ace Spade, who had been celebrating turns around to see Troy Knight stirring. More specifically, to see Troy Knight gripping onto his leg as he struggles to stand up unassisted. Spade would look down towards Knight, eyes narrowed and teeth grinding together in frustration. He'd kick Troy to the canvas before moving back towards the fallen chair. He'd pick it up, leaning against the ropes as he raises it towards the now-barely standing Troy Knight.]

Sully: He's gonna do it! He's gonna end it right here!

JP: Oh for the love of God! Knight is barely standing! It's not like he even needs to use the chair!

Sully: He &endash;has- to make sure, JP!

[And, as Troy turns around in a daze, he'd swing the chair for him, but would be beaten to the punch- Troy leaps up in a surprising act of action, and would nail the chair with a drop kick, knocking it back into Ace Spade's face! The fans are on their feet and squeal with delight at the sight as Ace Spade hits the canvas, chair and all. Troy hits the ring mat in exhaustion.]

JP: He did it! He pulled out such a drop kick there!

Sully: No way! How the HELL did he do that?!

JP: I don't know, but he could have kept his hopes alive for this match by doing it!

[Both men would stir as the count continues. 6…7…8…9… And would both be on their feet, somehow, by the ten-count. Troy would be the much friskier at this point as Ace still suffers from the blow to the face with the chair. Troy would get the upper hand by dragging out Ace's feet from under him and then moving in a drunken-like-walk for the turnbuckle. He'd climb up it, bleeding from the head and looking very-dazed. Cameras would flash and wink as he leaps off the buckle, landing the 'Rump Thump' once again.]

JP: Again! He landed the 'Rump Thump' again! It's over! He goes into the next round, surely!

[Troy would lean against the ropes dependently.]

Sully: No! Get up, Ace!

[3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!! Ace Spade stirring after the ten-count, but it was just a case of too little-too late! Troy Knight would tumble into a sitting position against the ropes to catch his breath and would roll his gaze upwards to look up towards the cage that slowly begins to descend.]

Sully: But now he has to survive a cage match with Spade!

[Spade would be clinging to the bottom rope, spitting out little droplets of blood that flow in to his mouth from the cut underneath his eye, which is also looking very bruised. He'd glare across the ring towards Knight, shaking his head a bit and sucking in very deep breaths. Knight would slouch towards the middle of the ring on his knees as the cage is locked into place, surrounding the two Wrestlers. The bell would ring to signify the start of the third and final round to decide who comes out the winner. Ace Spade and Troy would now be standing, depending on opposite turnbuckles to do so, though. Ace Spade would stand up, staggering for Troy. Troy would turn to the side, reaching out a hand to whip Ace into the hard steel cage, which rattles when his head connects with it. Spade would roll backwards, holding his head as the two worn out men face each other in this third and final round.]

JP: Here we go with this third round! Both men have everything to fight for! They can either climb out of the cage, or they can pin there opponent.

Sully: You make it sound much more easy than it actually is.

JP: Well, so much has already been taken out of these two superstars. It is never going to be easy.

[Spade struggles to his feet as Troy approaches him, laying a hand on the forehead of his opponent before thumping his hand onto his head, sending him flailing back a little bit. He'd deliver another hard punch to Ace before taking a few steps backwards and lunging forwards in an attempt to spear Spade into the cage. Ace Spade moves out of the way, however and Troy Knight would run head-first into the cage in a similar way to how Spade would have before. Knight would slump backwards, sort of half-hanging over the ropes as he does so. Ace Spade would fall backwards, leaning against the ropes behind him as he drops onto one knee, breathing heavily. Both men had previously been opened up, but now they bleed more than ever, Troy struggling to his feet, on his hands and knees, coughing and spluttering visibly.]

JP: These matches have taken just so much out of these two men.. How much do they have left? Can they even manage to climb up that cage?

[Ace Spade is already trying, on his knees, hands on the mesh of metal making up the cage as he pulls himself up, crying out as his body is wracked with pain. Troy stumbles after him, grabbing onto his ankle and pulling at it in a weak attempt to stop Ace Spade climbing away with this match. Spade would shake his ankle about in an attempt to shake Troy off. Troy would be shaking off by one big jolt of the foot but Spade wouldn't get much further. He'd slip as he kicks at Troy and would lose his balance, falling from half way up the cage down onto the canvas, thumping heavily to the ring mat. He'd groan, arching his back and pressing his feet onto the floor, coughing a bit. The two men would begin to stand, about two feet away from each other. They would begin to exchange weary blows. Each punch knocking them back. Troy would get the upper hand, however, landing a blow to the gut of Ace before running forwards and clotheslining him down to the canvas. They would both lay there- 'The Player' on his back, Troy on his front. Troy would begin to push himself up, Spade laying where he is, eyes closed. Troy would stand up, staggering back a few steps as he does before stooping down and picking Ace up, or at least trying to. He would be successful in doing so, and would have him standing before grabbing him and delivering a shockingly powerful vertical suplex. The fans go crazy for Troy as he staggers for the cage side, climbing up as Ace lays out on the canvas.]

JP: He's gonna do it! Troy Knight is gonna win it!

Sully: Get up, Ace! You fought so long! You're keeping your hair! C'mon!

[Troy would clench his teeth as he climbs up the cage, screwing his teary eyes closed as he hauls himself up to the top. He'd reach the top, standing on it, looking down to Ace Spade, who remains laying on the canvas, seemingly out cold.]

JP: Go on! Do it! You can beat him here and now!

Sully: Argh! Somebody stop him!

[Troy Knight would look behind him towards the floor, the gateway to victory. He would turn back to look towards the fallen opponent, who still shows no sign of moving. Troy would turn to face the inside of the ring, camera flashes flashing as he spreads his arms and lets himself fall off the top of the cage, aiming to deliver a body slam to Spade. Spade, however, would roll out of the way in the nick of time, Troy hitting the canvas startlingly hard. The fans would sound shocked as both man lay out on the ring mat, neither making any real move for the moment.]

JP: He missed him! He could have won it there, but he decided to get some revenge! Or at least, he TRIED to get some!

Sully: Yes! Yes!

[After a rather long delay, both men would begin to struggle towards the wall of the cage, reaching it at about the same time, pulling themselves up it wearily, hand by hand, feet barely helping as they use their upper bodies to pull themselves up. They would reach the top of the cage at pretty much the same time, sitting up on top of the cage before both finding their feet. The fans hum with excitement as they begin to exchange blows, each of which threaten to knock them off. They would both grab onto each other's heads and then would both shove each other, both tumbling off the same side, off the cage and both falling through the main announcer's table, the table collapsing and both men falling onto the outside floor, both out cold and laying there, the bell ringing to toll the end of the match.]

JP: No way! Did you just see that?!

Sully: I did! Argh! Get the medics, Ace might be hurt!

JP: MIGHT?!

Sully: But who won? Who won, JP?

[Referee Chad Pattison calls something to Peter Santos and Santos steps forward with the mike.]

Peter Santos: And your winner, of this third pinfall, and of the match, Troy Knight!

[The crowd are on their feet applauding as Troy Knight is helped out of the wreckage of the table, Doris and Bobby embrace as Ace Spade crawls to the guardrail and hauls himself up, looking angrily around.]