"One for the Money" by Escape the Fate plays as cameras pan out from the exterior the Scottrade Center, home of the eventful CCW XX 20.
"A milestone episode of CCW XX coming to you live from the Gateway to the West, Saint Louis, Missouri," Al says. "It's 'The Only Sane Man' Al Michaels here joined by 'The Voice of the Rookie Revolution' Cris Collinsworth and 'The Black Mamba' Jeremy Ellis, and here on this twentieth episode tonight, we have seen debuts, arrivals, returns, brawls, matches filled to the brim with excitement…and before the commercial break, we saw a verbal EXPLOSION between Zoe Payne and Emmy. And from The END's attack on Emily Elizabeth to the exchange of words between RR District Leader and Unbreakable Dragon Girl, a stage was set, and a violent setup concocted."
"Zoe Payne took the bull by the horns this evening—it was ten weeks ago when she set the Fiction Wrestling scene ablaze by speaking her mind," Cris recaps, "and she damn near lit it up again all over Emmy with what she said moments ago! The TRUTH is a very powerful thing, and Zoe just issued a dose of it too hot for Emmy and her friends to handle!"
"Now, I don't know if I would call it that; it was certainly IMPACTFUL what she said, and it got under the skin of the PBS Kid," Jeremy says, "but Emmy represents the spirit of competition here on CCW XX! She's the EPITOME of a girl taking a chance given to her and, against everything, becoming, well…the FACE of XX and arguably the Face of CCW altogether!"
"Somewhere, Ben Tennyson is irked by your lying," Cris comments.
"Emmy did that, Zoe didn't, and Zoe took matters into her own hands, proclaiming HERSELF to be a pioneer and doing so in the creation of a new match that we will see at Pandemonium at the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois," Jeremy says.
"Demon's Dungeon…" Al states. "Steel cage laced with barbwire, weapons in the mix… A three-on-three WAR between Zoe Payne's group The END and Emmy's team of herself, Annie Frazier and Reggie Rocket. The rivalry between the Royal Payne and the six-year-old girl just reached a brand-new level, and it's going to come to a hot and heavy boil in the Windy City!"
"Zoe Payne is the woman behind what will be Emmy's TORTURE CHAMBER in eight nights!" Cris says. "Come Pandemonium, little Max's sister will be 'unbreakable' no more—I'm CALLING it! The siblings who bite off more than they can chew together get SLAIN together…"
"Or will it contrarily be Emmy's moment…of REVENGE?" Al says.
Cameras go inside the arena to backstage, where a certain beauty of Greek descent smirks as she shows off for the audience watching (read: ogling) her.
"Welcome to the best part about Double X extending to two hours: ANOTHER interview from yours truly, Maria Menounos," Maria says. "Try your best to keep your eyes up here…and also on my guest at this time, one-third—or, well…one-half, heh…of the Special Attraction Match that will happen later tonight, the match of FWM Draftees for the Females Division…Artemis Crock."
The Young Justice character Artemis Crock appears on camera, clad in her green midriff-baring ring attire with an arrow tip icon on her chest and a green mask covering her face. What the mask doesn't cover is the small simper on Crock's visage as she stands beside Maria.
"You calling an interview with me the best part of XX? Well, aren't you too kind…" Artemis chortles.
Maria blinks at this interpretation of her earlier haughty statement. "…I sense that you read too deeply into what I said," she sweat-drops. "I'M the one who makes this the best part, okay? If you're going to be on this roster, Artemis, you're going to have to learn to give yourself credit ONLY where credit is due… And now that we've gotten THAT out of that way, I get to ask you about your match tonight against fellow FWM Draft 2014 pickup for CCW Daenerys Targaryen. What can we expect to see from you against her, especially now since your bout just turned into a Singles Match with Emily Elizabeth on her way to the hospital? How do YOU plan to make this audience remember your name more than and for better reasons than the girl that The END attacked?"
Artemis looks at Maria…and her face grows quite serious. "First off…what happened to Emily Elizabeth isn't something to be joked about, okay? In fact, seeing The END take her out the way they did doesn't sit well with a competitor like me. She got her spot in the match wiped out because of those three and now no one's going to get to see her compete. It's awful, and honestly…I feel pretty bad about it. I mean, between the three of us, the three female draft signings, Emily Elizabeth got drafted FIRST. She was the first of us to get that CCW jersey and label that day. …And do you know how much I wanted to bend that girl in half with my Archer Cross Lock and show the entire world including CCW management just how STUPID that was? Do you know how much I wanted to make that PBS sprout a human footstool on my way to proving that I should have been the first one, male OR female, that CCW picked up? The second I saw that girl shiver next to me yesterday, I knew just how easy it would have been. But now, no one gets to see it happen, and it's all thanks to The END."
Some of the live crowd listening in on this isn't exactly pleased with Artemis's change of tone regarding Emily Elizabeth, though others are cheering her—some of them perhaps being followers of Artemis's work in SHIMMER Fiction Athletes before being signed to CCW.
"Well, you could always take up that grievance with them and ask them for an apology; I'm SURE that they're MORE THAN happy to grant you that one," Maria says, making her sarcasm as strong as it can be.
"…OR…with Emily out of the picture…I could give Daenerys TWO TIMES the assault and give everyone TWO TIMES the reason why this SHIMMER Fiction Athletes graduate and former Champion is the cream of this crop over Elizabeth and Targaryen and inform them both and the rest that in this thing called a 'game of thrones', Artemis is the queen bee," Artemis says in response to Maria's "suggestion". Then she grins. "…Yeah…I'm loving that idea."
A confident Artemis walks away from Maria, arrows in a holster attached to her back and bow ready to be loaded in her hand.
"Still to come tonight in what will be our penultimate match of the night, that girl Artemis Crock makes her CCW debut against Daenerys Targaryen…an opportunity to make a HELL of a first impression here tonight on a grand stage," Al says.
"If you've got no Y chromosomes, nothing beats making your big league Fiction Wrestling debut here on XX," Jeremy states, "and for XX 20, it couldn't be any better than that. Artemis has got a huge chance in front of her."
"And from the sounds of it, she's ready to take it," Cris states.
After this, the lights in the building begin to shine a chrome-like blue as a two loud electronic notes resound from the speakers, followed in by a guitar…and with the face of a certain Nickelodeon automaton on the big screen, the entire arena knows who's about to arrive!
[(ULTRAnumb)
(THREE!)]
"Speaking of impressions…"
[(TWO!)]
"…somebody's here to make an impression on both…"
[(ONE!)]
"or perhaps, by night's end, it'll be ALL THREE of her Pandemonium opponents—here comes Jenny Wakeman!" Al announces.
[You want it all right NOW!]
("ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli plays)
A blast of blue pyro explodes onstage as Jenny Wakeman makes her way onto the stage with one hand raised, ready for action against another character of Nickelodeon descent in what is a match to get her ready and tuned for Pandemonium in a week-plus. Jenny goes to one side of the stage and then a few steps towards the other, pacing there to prepare herself for the match ahead of her, disposing of nerves and only bringing confidence. Jenny starts to walk down the ramp high-fiving a few fans…
[(ULTRAnumb)
Right NOW!]
…and then, as her music plays, Jenny holds up the necessary amount of fingers in sequence on her hand for the next line, counting down with it:
[THREE, TWO, ONE!]
Jenny high-fives another fan and stretches her arms and wrings out her legs, getting her limbs properly tuned for her bout as the bell rings.
[(ULTRAnumb)
(ONE!)
…
(ONE!)]
"This next match on CCW XX 20 is scheduled for one fall!" Blader DJ says to a loud reception. "Introducing first, from Tremorton, USA, weighing in at 121 pounds, she is 'The Teenage Robot' Jenny Wakeman!"
[Three, two, one
You want it full frontal, overstimulation
So say a benediction
For a new addiction
In voyeuristic overdrive
(Here comes the countdown!)
(Three!) This is the new flesh!
(Two!) This is the open door!
(One!) We've got everything you wanted!
You want it all right NOW!]
"Al brought it up earlier: Jenny Wakeman's gonna be in the Pandemonium Females Championship contest against Aelita and, of course, Gwen Tennyson the Titleholder," Jeremy says, "but will there be a fourth member of that mêlée in her own tag team partner Mystique Sonia?"
"That's a talk for the main event later tonight, the Street Fight we'll get to see between Mystique Sonia and the Alpha Bitch, but," Al speaks, "that's not now nor should it be on the FOREFRONT of Jenny's mind. What should be on the mind right now is this big matchup here that will pit Nickelodeon talents against each other, the decade-plus wrestler Jenny Wakeman, who's been here from the very beginning, against the upstart who's yet to be pinned or submitted to date in a XX ring."
"Yet to be pinned or submitted—a title that belongs to one of the other participants in the Pandemonium contest," Jeremy brings up, "so this makes it even MORE of a preview of what we may see! It's a match that Jenny, without QUESTION, wants to win!"
"But don't bet on it," Cris states, "because Jenny's opponent is an opponent who's shown she'll do WHATEVER it takes to win, and she's been successful at it in every single instance!"
"…And who does THAT sound like?" Al queries.
"Sounds a little bit like a ten-year-old by another name to me," Jeremy replies. "So if Jenny scores the duke here…think about what kind of message THAT sends."
Jenny jumps inside the ring, runs the ropes, and runs up a corner to pose to the crowd, raising both arms over her head with pointer fingers extended, shouting, "LET'S GO!" as the fans cheer for her, looking forward to seeing her hopefully snap the unbeaten streak of her foe.
"And WHEN Jenny DOESN'T win and ends up being added to the most important streak going in XX right now, think about what THAT does," Cris says, "not just to Jenny…but to the Females Title picture and, most importantly…to THIS girl…"
[Poppin' bottles in the ice…like a blizzard!
When we drink we do it right, gettin slizzard!
Sippin sizzurp in my ride (in my ride) like Three 6!
Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6!
Like a G6, like a G6!
Now-now-now-now-now now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6!
Like a G6, Like a G6!
Now-now-now-now-now now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6!]
("Like a G6" by Far East Movement plays)
The positive reaction to Jenny Wakeman is drowned out by boos now as Trixie Tang's music hits, the lighting in the arena turning violet. Jenny jumps out of the corner and keeps her eyes set on the stage…where the Fairly OddParents character walks out with her hands behind her back and her hips moving back and forth, showing off her pretty appearance in her wrestling skirt. Trixie stands in the middle of the stage smirking, looking at Jenny…and then taking her hands from behind her back, revealing Wheatley now in her right hand…
…
…and now coated in Trixie's makeup, black mascara now painted around Wheatley's solitary eye and the rest of the core completely covered in white cream makeup. Trixie admires her handiwork on Wheatley and chuckles, saying, "Not as ravishing as me…but it works for the occasion." Trixie then twirls in a circle and flips her hair back, raising her other arm over her head and shouting, "TELL ME I'M UNDEFEATED!"
"Now what the HELL has Trixie done to Wheatley?!" Al asks, rather appalled.
"What has she done? She's beautified him! She made him look nice for the evening!" Cris says. "He looks presentable now!"
"Presentable? That makeup looks more like CLOWN PAINT to me…" Jeremy murmurs.
"And her opponent," says Blader DJ over the fans who are booing even louder now, "carrying Wheatley…from Dimmsdale, California, weighing 129 pounds, Trixie Tang!"
[Gimme that Mo-Moet-wet!
Gimme that Cry-Crystal-tal!
Ladies love my style, at my table getting' wild!
G-g-g-g-get them bottles poppin'; we get that drip and that drop (drop)
Now give me two more bottles cuz you know it don't stop
(808) Heeeeell yeaaaah!
Drink it up, drink-drink it up!
When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk!
They be actin' like they drunk, actin'-actin' like they drunk!
Wh-wh-when sober girls around me they be actin' like they dru-u-unk!]
"There are currently three entities that are undefeated on CCW XX in competition," Al speaks. "Aelita is one, the Stark Sisters in TAG TEAM Matches are another…and here is the third, Trixie Tang."
"Since her debut on episode number 12," Jeremy says, "Trixie Tang has made a name for herself here on Double X picking up win after win with trick after trick—she's feigned injuries, poked eyes, used the ropes and tights for leverage on pins, low blows… The list goes on and on—"
"Oh, wah, wah, wah," Cris mocks Jeremy. "Trixie Tang's a WINNER, Ellis. Trixie's been a winner since her CCW arrival, and no one's been able to touch her, not even Chell! Remember Nevermore, guys? Remember THAT achievement?"
"We all remember it, Cris…" Al rolls his eyes. "We remember it well, along with the means…"
"Ends justify 'em!" Cris remarks.
"…But what also must be remembered is the last number of weeks Trixie's been through, including her most recent match which was a Triple Threat Match that was the first one Trixie didn't get to WIN, though she was not PINNED or submitted," Al brings up. "That match was, of course, part of the XX 18 One-Night Tournament for the #1 Contention for the CCW Females Championship opportunity. Jenny ended up being a co-winner; Trixie was yanked through a portal on the ring surface which effectively prevented her from advancing in the tourney."
"And the week AFTER that, Trixie was blindsided in her locker room by an Aperture Science TURRET and an emission of poisonous gas—I believe called neurotoxin—that nearly SUFFOCATED her and left her dead!" Jeremy says.
"And THAT'S called being a sore loser; Chell's been bitter ever since Trixie beat her and adopted her friend Wheatley," Cris says.
"ADOPTED? What show were you watching? Wheatley was ABDUCTED—STOLEN by Trixie!" Jeremy states. "And you wonder why ELSE Chell is upset with the girl? Well, gee…"
Trixie shows off her rump between the second and top ropes, which garners a few gawks from the folks in the front row, mesmerized by her promiscuity. Trixie, while hunched over there, puts Wheatley down on the apron and taps him, saying, "Look in the camera and say hi to Taiki for me!"
"You mean TIMMY…" Wheatley groans.
"DON'T CORRECT ME! TELL ME I'M PRETTY!" Trixie shouts, punching Wheatley right in the mascara-covered eyes.
"ACK! …Ugh…you're pretty…" Wheatley sighs.
Trixie, content, enters the ring and shows off her entire figure to the fans, running her hands up from her feet all the way up her hips, chest and to her face, showing off and raising her hands over her head, backing up and leaning against the ropes, taking in the adulation of the oglers as well as the boos of the others. Trixie stands up on the middle rope and poses to the crowd there as well, showing off her body there as well from toe to head.
"Trixie hasn't been let off easy for her deeds…but tonight she's determined to do what she couldn't do two weeks ago, and that is emerge victorious and etch her own name in the CCW Females Championship chase," Al says. "A win over the current #1 Contender could be just that for the Nicktoon."
Trixie steps off of the ropes and inside the ring, turning her attentions to Jenny and getting set to face her now. Referee Vincent Perry checks on both participants to make sure they are ready to go and neither of smuggling anything illegal…
…and once it is determined that both of them are clean, the zebra calls for the opening bell.
"Two degrees of Nickelodeon battling it out!" Cris says. "I know who wins, but I'm still excited for it!"
"Jenny Wakeman and Trixie Tang, #1 Contender versus the unbeaten," Al says.
The match kicks off, quite literally, with kicks from Jenny as she tentatively fires at the legs of Trixie Tang with leg kicks while circling the ring. Trixie holds her leg in pain momentarily before returning the favor with a leg kick of her own to Jenny Wakeman. Jenny takes the kick from Tang and returns fire with one of her own, making it clear that she is the harder kicker between the two of them.
"Trading kicks… Feeling out process to kicks things off here—looks like it's in the favor of Wakeman so far," Jeremy says.
"Jenny's kicks to the leg doing more damage than Trixie's kicks of the same variety," Al says.
"Hey, I'm sure Trixie's just going easy on Jenny right now," Cris ensures.
"If that's the case, I would advise her to, well, NOT go easy on her then," Jeremy states, "because Jenny sure ain't gonna go easy on her!"
Trixie, no longer wishing to resume this kicking game, goes behind Jenny and executes a Waist Lock Takedown. Trixie transitions from here into a Front Chancery hold, grabbing onto Jenny's head. Trixie squeezes down on the robotic skull of her Nickelodeon opponent while on the mat, the aggressor for the time being.
"Well, how about THAT for not going easy?" Cris chortles. "See that? Trixie with the textbook takedown and controlling the head."
Jenny winces…but after a quick moment, she ends around and turns it into a Hammerlock onto Trixie. Jenny hangs onto the arm, wrenching with the Hammerlock and causing Trixie to wince this time…before Trixie drops down and delivers a Modified Hip Toss to get Jenny off of her. Trixie then ensnares Jenny in a Front Facelock once more, holding onto the head…before Jenny pushes Trixie into a corner. Jenny holds Trixie there with her back against the turnbuckles, the Fairly Odd Prettiness stuck there and demanding that Jenny adhere to the rope break and cleanly pry herself away from the corner. Jenny hears Trixie's demands…and backs away…to Dropkick Trixie right in the face!
"He-hey, REF! Do your job!" Cris shouts. "That's a ROPE BREAK, damn it!"
"Jenny not exactly with the cleanest separation in the world," Jeremy says, "though it's nothing Tang wouldn't do to her, I'd bet."
"Oh, and that makes it okay?!" Cris complains.
"Okay or not, it's surely effective," Al states.
Jenny Irish Whips Trixie across the ring to the opposite corner, but Trixie grabs onto the top rope and floats over Jenny…except Jenny stands her ground behind Trixie. Trixie ends up backing into a Waist Lock Takedown from the Teenage Robot instead, getting brought down and then caught in a Front Chancery of Jenny's own. The crowd respectfully applauds as Jenny holds onto Trixie's skull and starts kneeing the top of her head while holding onto it.
"Now Jenny with the takedown from behind, putting Trixie in her own Front Chancery," Al mentions.
"Turnabout," Jeremy speaks.
"Turnabout's what? Fair play? No, it's not, because I don't find this fair right now—I'm STILL bitter about that missed call on the Dropkick in the corner!" Cris scowls.
"Of course you are," Jeremy rolls his eyes.
Trixie tries to squirm free and manages to, after some struggling, eke her way out of Jenny's grip and deliver a kick to the back of Jenny's head while laying on her side. Trixie stands up, as does Jenny, and Tang fires with Chops to the Teenage Robot's chest. Trixie Irish Whips Jenny across…and goes for a Clothesline, but Jenny avoids it and performs a Crucifix Headscissors to take Trixie down! Trixie gets back up and Jenny brings her down again with a Japanese Arm Drag followed by a backward roll to her feet and a Dropkick right to Trixie's face!
"That's what Gwen and Aelita have to watch out for in eight days, and what Trixie has to look out for NOW—that speed and agility from Jenny Wakeman!" Al calls.
Jenny covers Trixie…
…
…and earns the first near-fall of the contest as Tang gets her shoulder up. Jenny picks Trixie up from the mat and pelts her with two Forearm Smashes followed by a Scoop Slam. Jenny hits the ropes and hits a Running Stomp to Trixie's face…continuing to run the ropes and coming down with a Leg Drop over Trixie's neck. Jenny then transitions into a Dragon Sleeper, holding onto Trixie's head once again. While holding on, Jenny proceeds to drive Elbows into the clavicle of the unpinned and unsubmitted Nick character. Jenny controls Trixie on the canvas fairly well as the fans support her at this juncture. Jenny squeezes more energy out of her opponent with the Dragon Sleeper hold, focusing on wearing Trixie down.
…
Trixie, however, grabs a hold of Jenny's right robotic pigtail and tugs and pulls at it to get Jenny to cry out in pain and favor her metal hair, hence releasing the hold.
"Jenny used to dashing around the ring, but working a slower kind of pace here with that Dragon Sleeper—and Trixie's got the hair!" Al calls. "Trixie Tang yanking at the metallic pigtail of Jenny Wakeman!"
"Hey, if Jenny can blatantly ignore a rope break, Trixie gets to pull the hair!" Cris rationalizes.
The fans boo for this cheap tactic while Trixie gets to her feet and knocks Jenny down with a Step Kick to the midsection, knocking her down. Trixie shakes off the effects of the Dragon Sleeper before hitting the ropes…with Jenny ducking under and then leapfrogging over her…
…
…and Jenny scores with a Spinning Heel Kick to the face! This gets a pop from the fans as Jenny stands back up…grabs the rising Trixie and hits her with a Bridging Back Suplex, holding on for the pin: 1…
2…
…
…2.49 Trixie kicks out and backs up towards the ropes while Jenny starts to stand herself. Jenny charges at Trixie…and gets Backdropped to the ring apron. Trixie sees her out of the corner of her eye, Back Elbowing Jenny as she lands. Jenny manages to just barely stay on the ring apron, holding onto the top rope while Trixie watches. As Jenny totters, Trixie decides to take advantage, running the ropes…
…
…
…and…meeting Jenny who vaults back from the apron inside the ring, Backdropping Trixie over the ropes and to the outside!
"Jenny able to keep herself from falling to the floor; Trixie not afforded that luxury!" Al exclaims.
"AAH! At least show some care for her well-being, you bucket of bolts!" Cris frowns. "Drop her like that and you can turn an ankle into a cankle!"
"…How would that happen?" Jeremy blankly asks.
"Shut up, Jeremy—you wouldn't know anyway considering YOUR lack of good looks," Cris says.
"I'll have you know that my Tammy Blake thinks I'm quite handsome," Jeremy states.
"And the amount of legitimacy I give Tammy Blake's opinion is BELOW zero," Cris says. "You're only 'handsome' when you're near an ACTUAL beau like me—Jenny Wakeman, what are you DOING…?!"
Cris sees Jenny turn around and face ringside while Trixie is catching her bearings there. Jenny Wakeman waits for the right moment…sees Trixie on her feet…
"I'll tell ya what she's doing…"
…
…
…
…and scores with a Springboard Senton to the outside!
"SOARING…AAAAAAAAAAND SCORIIIIIING!" Al hollers. "SPRINGBOARD SENTON TO THE OUTSIDE FLOOR!"
"NICE!" Jeremy grins.
"NOT nice!" Cris shakes his head. "Not nice at all!"
Fans cheer "JENNY! JENNY! JENNY!" as the Teenage Robot gets up and gives one lucky fan a high-five before returning to action and seeing Trixie sitting on the ringside floor. Jenny picks her spot and drills Trixie with a Soccer Kick to the spine while she's down, followed by a second one thereafter. Jenny then runs to the apron…and goes for a Running Knee Strike to the face, but Trixie dodges it barely by dropping down…only to receive a Savate Kick to the back of the head as she sits back up!
"OHHH! THAT'LL ring a bell!" Al shouts.
"No kidding, Al! Trixie saw the knee coming, but not that Savate on the backswing!" Jeremy says. "A decade-PLUS of education behind those feet of Jenny Wakeman!"
Jenny picks Trixie up and Head Slams her directly onto the ring apron before hooking her by the head, lifting Tang up…and delivering a Drop Suplex directly onto the apron, Trixie landing smack-dab on the edge of the ring frame! With Trixie there, Jenny proceeds to smack away at her chest with Overhand Chops repeatedly, six of them landing before shoving Trixie back inside the squared circle. Jenny mounts the apron as Trixie returns to the middle of the canvas…
…
…and Jenny…attempts a Springboard Leg Drop, but Trixie Tang is able to roll out of harm's way and to the other side of the ring, rolling all the way to ringside as Jenny is able to land onto her feet instead of her tailbone.
"Jenny looking to fly AGAIN…—whoa!" Jeremy gasps. "Not quite…"
"Trixie rolling away, wisely…and Jenny, just as wisely, caught herself in flight and managed to stick the landing on her feet instead of laying out with what would have been an ERRANT Leg Drop," Al says.
Jenny pursues the rolling Tang, going to the other side of ringside this time to continue the attack on the FOP Asian-American…
…
…
…
…but Trixie is able to, in a flash, end around Jenny and perform a Schoolgirl Takedown that sends the back and the back of the head of Wakeman directly against the steel ring steps!
"Trixie rolled all the way to the other side of the—OH NO!" Jeremy shouts as Jenny's head collides with the stairs. "Oh noooo…Trixie suckered her right INTO that…"
"A Schoolgirl roll-up would normally be utilized for a pinning combination," Al says, "but there, Trixie used it to send Jenny Wakeman's skull and spine directly into those ring steps!"
"Pulled it all off in an instant as well!" Cris adds. "The robot didn't have the sensory perception to prevent THAT fate for herself! I bet her head now knows how Miss Weak Sonia's LEG feels, heheh…"
Trixie's evasive maneuver causes Jenny to hold onto the back of her metal head in distress, feeling it ring upon impact with the stairs. Trixie Tang pulls Jenny up to her feet, relieved by her successful tactic…and she holds onto Jenny's head while still outside of the ring…
…
…
…and…Trixie drops her down with a Hangman's Neckbreaker onto the arena floor!
"And Trixie Tang KNOWS just how much of an impact with the steps that Schoolgirl MADE—and she's taking FULL ADVANTAGE of it!" Al shouts.
"THAT'S the way! That is THE WAY right there—Neckbreaker!" Cris calls. "Back of Jenny's head into the ground, and that's not any more forgiving than the stairs!"
"Jenny might not even REMEMBER the fact that she's #1 Contender for the Females Title right now," Jeremy remarks. "Yikes…"
"She'll remember being added to Trixie's beaten list though!" Cris declares. "And if she doesn't remember, I'm sure Trixie'll be nice enough to remind her!"
Trixie picks up the ailing Teenage Robot, pulling her towards the announce desks…and she Forward Body Drops Jenny face-first onto Al Michaels and Cris Collinsworth's announce table! This is followed by a Mat Slam onto the padded ringside floor that hurts the back of Jenny's skull even more. Trixie looks at Jenny on the ground and smirks, standing on the announce table of Al and Cris…giving Cris a perfect view of her derriere…
"Heheheh…I know what Timmy likes…" Cris smirks, trying not to drool while Jeremy nearly dry-heaves.
"Cris, you are NOT…" Al is repulsed.
"I'm not touching; I'm just looking," Cris shrugs, retaining his positive expression.
…and Trixie exclaims at the top of her lungs, "TELL ME I'M PRETTY!"…
"YOU'RE PRETTY, TRIXIE! SO GWENDAMN PRETTY!" Cris obliges.
…
…before executing a Diving Somersault Senton off of the table onto the torso of Jenny Wakeman!
"But the INSIDES of Jenny Wakeman might not be looking so pretty after THAT!" Cris adds with a laugh.
"Diving off of our announce table to deliver that Somersault Senton was Trixie Tang," Al says, "and the ribcage of Jenny Wakeman indeed is not looking very pretty!"
"Nor are the odds of Jenny Wakeman winning this match!" Cris adds on top of that.
Jenny coughs while Trixie delightedly picks her back up slowly and puts Jenny onto the ring apron…then enters the ring and pulls Jenny inside with her by the arms, all the while keeping Jenny in front of her along the way.
"And notice how Trixie entered the ring in front of Jenny, keeping her eyes on her to make sure that Jenny doesn't do what SHE did earlier and roll all the way out of the ring on the other end of ringside," Cris points out. "Smart! She may be the boyfriend of Turner, but she's clearly spent some time with Neutron!"
"And she may be about to get the duke on Wakeman…" Jeremy says.
Trixie picks Jenny up…and hits her with a Double Arm Suplex! Trixie covers Jenny: 1…
"Butterfly Suplex—will it be?" Al inquires.
"Check…"
2…
"…and…"
…
…
…
…
…2.6 Jenny gets her shoulder up!
"…ma—darn it," Cris snaps his fingers.
"Two-count only says referee Vincent Perry," Al says.
Trixie twists Jenny's arm as she's down and holds onto it while slapping the back of Jenny's skull. Trixie chuckles at her own display before putting Jenny in a Cutthroat Hold, tying the limb of the Teenage Robot around her own throat. Jenny momentarily gasps for air while in the grip of the pretty one, Trixie in rather firm control at this point. Trixie holds a knee against Jenny's spine and drives it there while keeping the hold applied. Then Trixie proceeds to deliver Forearms to the back of the head as well as the spine of the Teenage Robot, back and forth …
"Keeping control of the arm while providing those strikes…" Jeremy speaks. "Back of the head, point of the spine, back of the head, point of the spine…"
…before picking Jenny up and hitting her with an Inverted Scoop Cutthroat Powerslam, which she transitions into a Cutthroat Stretch with Jenny on her chest. Trixie grabs Jenny's other arm and turns it into a Cutthroat Chickenwing hold. Jenny grimaces and whines in pain as Trixie hangs onto the submission maneuver. Trixie pulls back on it and starts to take a toll on the shoulder as well as the throat of the contender for the CCW Females Championship. Trixie manages to pull Jenny up to a kneeling position, allowing Trixie to kick her in the chest, then right to the back while hanging onto the Cutthroat Hold. Trixie then stomps onto the back of Jenny's head as well as the Cutthroat arm underneath it too. Trixie picks Jenny up from the mat after this array of holds and boots and drills her with a Dragon Suplex. Trixie saunters inside the ring with a smirk on her face, reveling in the job she has been doing.
"Stringing together holds and throws adeptly there was Trixie Tang, much to the dismay of these fans here in St. Louis," Al says.
"Those moves are as pretty as she is!" Cris proclaims. "It's just like Trixie said before: she's damn pretty and pretty damn g—"
"Having fun there, Trixie Tang?"
"…Wha…? Ooooooh…" Jeremy puts a hand over his mouth.
Trixie gasps upon hearing this loud robotic voice over the loudspeakers, the same voice that has been chasing her over the last two weeks on XX. Fans who recognize this voice in the audience pop and cheer with intrigue.
"What the hell? Not THIS again…" Cris whines. "Trixie's dealt with this for two weeks now!"
"That robotic voice that's been TRACKING Trixie wherever she goes…evidently no longer confined to the backstage area…" Al says.
Trixie looks around in bewilderment and vexation upon hearing said voice yet again.
"I must give you credit: each and every week, I feel as though you never cease to surprise with just how many ways you manage to tempt and escape fate. I suppose that is what you've made your entire career out of here, what with the tricks up your sleeve."
Trixie, wanting to be left alone by this unnerving robotic voice—which, in and of itself, is sending chills up the spine of the Fairly Odd gal—stomps onto Jenny, punches at her face and Double Chokes her against the canvas, Mat Slamming her repeatedly while she's supine.
"I've been studying you for the past few weeks, just as I've studied previous Aperture Science Test Subjects, Chell included, as I'm sure you know—through verbal exchange, examinations… All of last Saturday's events were a giant test for you, to see just how much you can take. But what is now in progress may be my most noteworthy study of you yet: Trixie Tang in living color…at least for now."
"…Great… She, or IT…is WATCHING her this very moment…" Cris wails in disapproval. "Can we please call the cops? Because I'm PRETTY sure—no pun intended—that this counts as stalking. Hell, last week, we should have had cops here for aggravated freaking ASSAULT!"
Trixie, uptight due to the sound of the voice, shouts, "You wanna study, machine lady? Study THIS!" Trixie hits the ropes…and drops an Elbow to the body of the Teenage Robot. Then she grabs Jenny's arm, twists it…and pulls Jenny up to deliver a second Dragon Suplex, which connects. Jenny, upon being dropped onto her shoulders and neck, is slow to return to her feet…but when she does, Trixie is waiting for her, Irish Whipping her into the ropes and bending over for a Backdrop. However, Jenny sees it coming, stops in her tracks and kicks Trixie in the face! Jenny hits the ropes herself now…and Trixie catches her and delivers a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker!
"I think that AI is here to STAY—but if that's the case, there you see Trixie giving a bit of a show!" Jeremy calls. "Man, what a Backbreaker!"
Trixie hangs onto Jenny's body, bending it across her knee and sneering as she tries to rip Wakeman in half. Then she picks Jenny up off of her patella in Front Slam position…adjusts…
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…and Body Slams Jenny over the top rope to the outside!
"And not done either; look at THIS!" Al gasps. "Trixie…picking Jenny up—Jenny up and DOWN to the outside!"
"Oy…! Jenny likes to do Planchas, but not THOSE kind of Planchas!" Jeremy says. "That was just a Body Slam over the top rope!"
"But they're my FAVORITE KIND of Planchas to see out of Wakeman: the one where she's not PROJECTING herself but, rather, GETTING projected over and out of the ring, like so!" Cris chuckles. "Put THAT in your studies and read and weep, artificial stalker! Ha!"
Trixie grins and taunts once again, this time yelling, "How do you like that, mechanical voice?!" kissing her hand and smacking her rump while facing the big screen, making her message to the overseeing AI clear.
"…Considering what happened to Trixie last week, the LAST thing I would do is antagonize this voice and its owner…" Al says with a tinge of concern.
"What, you think Trixie's AFRAID? You think she's SCARED of a little artificial unintelligence?" Cris mockingly speaks. "Guess again, Michaels. She's a WINNER. And simply put, winners fear NOTHING."
Trixie goes to the ring apron and sees Jenny starting to get up to her feet. Tang stays behind Jenny, sees her lurching backwards toward the apron as well…and then Trixie holds her by the robotic pigtails and keeps her in place, staying on the apron, looking outward…
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…and executing a Diving Knee Drop Bulldog from the apron all the way to the arena floor!
"Apron to the FLOOR—KNEE DROP BULLDOG!" Al shouts. "Trixie driving the face of Jenny Wakeman HARD into the outer matting, and Cris, you may be onto something when you say Trixie deserves to do some gloating. She is IN CONTROL right now—firmly!"
"Sadly…" Jeremy changes the ending adverb.
"WONDERFULLY!" Cris applauds with his own adverb to throw in there. "Trixie Tang said she wanted to show why SHE should be competing for the Females Championship at Pandemonium, and we're getting exactly that kind of a showing right now—that's the REAL contender right there!"
The crowd gasps from how impressive the maneuver from Tang is, but then boo as they see Trixie flaunt just how impressive it was herself. Trixie looks at the fans and says, "No one does it like me and you all know it!" grinning from ear to ear.
"Heheheh… Your existence aside, Tang, you have no idea just how much I am enjoying this right now."
"…Again?!" Cris shouts. "Again? Seriously?!"
"There's that AI once more…" Al says.
"For several years I have had robots and humans as my test subjects…but this is new for me. This is a direct side-by-side enactment of violence to demonstrate which form is superior. Of course, I'm rather partial to one over the other, but regardless, what a lovely advancement this is for me, and for you as well, Trixie. You're a part of scientific history tonight. And I get to watch you and enjoy every single second of it."
"Scientific history…? Advancement…?" Jeremy blinks and slightly shudders, getting a chill.
"Clearly the AI's taken a vested interest in Trixie Tang," says Al, "and from the sounds of things, it's got its eye glued to the proceedings as we speak."
"Why?!" Cris cries. "How is this allowed? It's a distraction! It's a deterrent to Her Prettiness!"
Trixie hears the robotic voice start to laugh…and she shrieks, "SHUT UP!" at the big screen, not liking having to deal with her dialogue throughout the match. "LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!"
Meanwhile, a few smarky, knowledgeable fans proceed to chant, "GLaDOS! GLaDOS! GLaDOS!"
"Heh…" Jeremy chuckles. "I'm afraid Trixie's pleas of freedom from this haunting mainframe aren't going to end on HER command…"
"Is this going to go on for the ENTIRE contest?!" Cris queries, hoping for the answer to be negative. "Because, if so, I object! A MILLION TIMES I object!"
"Trixie's got to keep her head in the game, difficult as that may be…" Al says.
"Hey, this is like what Chell has to deal with when going through those test chambers at Aperture Labs," Jeremy mentions. "Just like last week with the green gas and the turrets, other things Chell had to deal with."
"Well, just because Chell has to put up with them doesn't mean TRIXIE has to! She's too pretty for it!" Cris protests.
Trixie, trying to block the voice out of her head, twists Jenny's arm, pulls her up…and pulls her in for a Short-Arm Hip Toss right onto the entrance ramp spine-first! Trixie sees Jenny cry out in pain and adds to the discomfort with stomps to the face and body while Jenny is down. Trixie adds a few punches to the stomach for good measure as well as she starts to pick Wakeman back up. Trixie Head Slams Jenny into the security barricade to her left, further damaging the Teenage Robot…before Head Slamming her into the barricade on the right as well. Then, Trixie puts Jenny in a Standing Headscissors.
"I don't think I stressed enough just how much of a thrill this is providing me, Trixie—watching you, studying you this way. As the most advanced artificial intelligence ever known, my reputation is only preceded by my desire for science. It's the reason why I enjoy my Aperture Science position so much…if you take out the parts about me getting murdered."
Trixie exclaims, "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE!" as she tries to lift Jenny up.
"Normally I give my test subjects advice in the middle of their testing to ensure that they know exactly what is required of them…but I believe there is more to be gained from me just observing you on your own recognizance, taking notes and providing timely encouragement along the way."
Trixie clubs Jenny in the back and glowers at the big screen, or wherever the source of this voice happens to be. "You know what? How about you observe THI—WAAAAAH!"
Jenny reverses the Standing Headscissors with a Back Body Drop that sends Trixie down hard onto the ramp this time!
"Trixie taking a moment to retort at the AI—and it was a moment wrongly spent, evidently!" exclaims Al.
"YEOWCH!" Cris winces. "GAH! That hurts! That HAS to hurt! …See what happens?! Distraction! Unfair! Not right! Unjust!"
"Jenny taking the momentary pause as opportunity to Backdrop Trixie hard onto that steel," Jeremy says. "Not a fun landing by any stretch of the imagination!"
Trixie gets up to her feet slowly, clutching the base of her spine as she grimaces in pain…the fans enjoying seeing her in such distress while Jenny reaches her feet herself, facing away from the Asian-American. Jenny back steps into Trixie, the two of them back to back with each other. As Jenny and Trixie's backs touch, the former quickly grabs the latter by the head and drives her down with a Neckbreaker onto the ramp! Jenny then backward rolls into a Full Mount position and punches away at the face of Trixie Tang herself in the dominant position. The crowd cheers for the Females Championship contender and #19 female in the 2013 Female 25 as Jenny keeps delivering blow after blow. After thirteen seconds of punching, Jenny gets off of Trixie and picks her up from the ramp surface. Jenny hits a series of Forearm Smashes to the face to the mush…and Trixie tries to punch back, but Jenny ducks it, turns around, and hits Trixie with an Arm Drag that sends Tang tumbling all the way down the ramp towards the apron of the ring.
"Trixie sent Jenny UP the ramp, and Jenny giving Trixie the Humpty Dumpty treatment, sending her all the way back down it," Jeremy says. "Right to the ring apron via the Arm Drag!"
Jenny stands up and sees Trixie, still clutching her back, getting back to a vertical base. The Teenage Robot runs at Trixie Tang as she rises…
"Jenny with a full head of steam…"
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…and…Trixie pops Jenny up over her and to the ring apron where Jennifer lands onto her feet. Trixie turns around and grabs Jenny by the left boot, trying to pull her off of the apron down hard…
"…and LANDING on the apron there—Trixie popping her up…!"
…but Jenny shoos Trixie away, gets her foot free…
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…and delivers a Springboard Dropkick in the other direction, nailing Trixie dead in the face!
"And WAKEMAN turns in the air for the Springboard Dropkick!" Al calls. "Taking flight once more at the expense of Trixie Tang!"
Trixie rolls up to her feet once more…and Jenny's waiting for her, picking her up and going for an Emerald Flowsion…
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…but Trixie manages to free herself out of the and escape behind Jenny, grabbing her from behind and going for a Russian Leg Sweep…only for Jenny to slap Trixie in the midsection, doubling her over. Jenny drapes a leg over the back of Trixie's head and backflips over and lands lateral to Trixie. Trixie turns and Jenny takes a charge forward and Clotheslines her, but Trixie ducks it; Jenny turns around and charges in the opposite direction…and Trixie grabs her in position for a Sidewalk Slam…
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…but Jenny spins up and through it…into a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors that sends Jenny directly into the steel steps!
"And now Jenny returning the favor of the Schoolgirl from earlier, sending TANG into the metal stairs!" exclaims Jeremy.
"What is she thinking?! Why do that?! She could end up putting bruises on that luxurious back of Trixie!" Cris fears.
"You may have actually provided an added incentive for her, Collinsworthless," Jeremy says.
"Shut the hell up," Cris scowls.
"Jer's kind of right though, Cris," Al defends. "Jenny doesn't care much for Trixie's prettiness; she just wants a win, to be the first to pin or possibly submit Trixie and snap that unbeaten streak of hers!"
XJ9 pulls a crumpled-up Trixie Tang away from the steel stairs onto an open spot on the arena floor. After pulling her away, Jenny starts to walk up the steel stairs, standing on top above the unpinned and unsubmitted one…and from here, Jenny climbs up the turnbuckle there, to the top rope. The crowd sees the Teenage Robot making tracks and getting set to apparently fly onto the downed Fairly OddParents character…and one Nicktoon stares down at another, sizing her up…
"Jenny may have something else high-risk in mind…" Jeremy says. "Trixie down on the floor—this is looking very, VERY high-risk!"
"Crowd observing, Jenny Wakeman picking her spot…" Al speaks.
"And Trixie HOPEFULLY about to roll out of the way…!" Cris crosses his fingers.
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…and Jenny goes for a Frog Splash…
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…but at the last second, Trixie rolls away and lets Jenny land directly onto the arena floor with no give!
"Feeling Froggy—AND MISSING IT!" Jeremy exclaims. "MISSING IT BADLY!"
"NOBODY HOME FOR THE FROG SPLASH BY JENNY WAKEMAN! TRIXIE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!" Al shouts.
"FINALLY, SOMEONE HEARD AND HEEDED MY WARNING!" Cris celebrates. "YES! Trixie Tang saves herself, and Jenny Wakeman SPLATTERS herself all over the ringside floor! PRETTY!"
Trixie has the presence of mind to lift up her head and watch the crashed-and-burned Jennifer Marie Wakeman writhe heavily in pain, audibly crying, "Owwwwwwwww…" Trixie checks her own facial features and brushes her hair back as she sees Jenny in the horrific state that she is in. Trixie crawls towards the downed and grimacing Wakeman, grabbing the elder Nickelodeon creation and taking her up from the ground and inside the ring. Trixie pushes Jenny inside the ring where she shows more signs of life, although barely so. Trixie Tang reenters the ring shortly herself.
"Trixie, of course, having to attend to herself, making sure that those facial features are still intact, and they ARE," Al says, "but the state Jenny's midsection is in has to be wondered right about now as the Teenage Robot is NOT looking very good."
"Jenny went for broke there, and if robots had ribs, those WOULD BE broke," Jeremy comments.
Jenny makes it to a vertical base…
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…just in time to bumble into a Cross Body Block from a dashing Trixie Tang!
"And THERE Trixie into the rib area of Jenny—Cross Body!" Al calls.
"Call it a wrap here!" Cris declares.
Trixie stays on top for the cover: 1…
"Check…"
2…
"…and…"
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…2.85 Jenny gets her shoulder up!
"…mat—oh, what?! What?!" Cris squints. "Oh, come on—not mate? …Well, fine; if THAT'S how it's gonna be played…" Cris crosses his arms.
"Jenny able to make it a near-fall there, but you could see how difficult it was for her to do so," Al says.
"It took some air out of her as well, having to GASP as she got the shoulder off of the canvas," Jeremy states. "That's not boding well for the rest of this match."
"It is if you're Trixie," Cris remarks.
Trixie picks Jenny up, not happy with the near-fall but very happy to have what is now a very distinct advantage over the Teenage Robot. Trixie holds onto Jenny by the body…and connects with a Gutbuster over her knee before putting Wakeman in a Pumphandle position, standing…
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…and hitting a Pumphandle Gutbuster this time, over her knee once again! Trixie still keeps control of the robot, putting her in a Pumphandle for a second time…lifting her onto her shoulder…
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…and delivering an Oklahoma Gutbuster, dropping to her knees and letting Jenny down!
"Three-spot of Gutbusters put up by Trixie…" Jeremy says, "and each one doing more damage than the one before it."
"And, as always, BEAUTIFUL execution by Fairly OddParents beacon of 10-year-old hotness," Cris grins.
Trixie, after this trifecta of Gutbusters, Hammer Throws Jenny into a corner where she careens into the turnbuckles chest-first, hitting them and going down like a sack of gravel. Trixie pulls Jenny to the middle of the ring by her hair and picks her up again, Irish Whipping her to the opposite corner. There, Trixie executes a Running Shoulder Barge into the ribcage of the robot, further incapacitating her and setting her up for a Small Package Pin!
"Shoulder Barge right where it hurts—Small Package!" Jeremy calls.
The referee counts 1…
"Shoulders down again!" Al says.
2…
"Check aaaaand…"
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…2.875 Jenny gets her shoulder up!
"…ma—damn it!" Cris curses. "Once AGAIN, Jenny postpones defeat… Eventually it'll end, but I'm not the most patient guy in the world."
Trixie picks up Jenny in an Inverted Facelock. Trixie tries to pick Jenny up, standing near the ropes, and deliver a Slingshot Inverted Suplex…
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…but Jenny Wakeman gets to her feet and avoids the Suplex, instead retaliating with Knife Edge Chops to the chest of the pretty girl.
"Nonono, I don't want to see THIS happen! Trixie's supposed to have it in hand!" Cris shakes his head in disapproval.
"Jenny starting to rally back with Chops from her OWN hand!" Al says.
But one knee to the gut from Trixie is enough to stop Jenny in her tracks. Trixie puts Jenny in a Front Facelock position…
…and hits her with a Gourdbuster…hanging onto Jenny after planting her face and ribs-first into the canvas. Trixie rolls the hips…
"As quickly as Jenny tried to generate offense though, she's cut right off," Jeremy says, "and now Trixie's got something going on right here—Front Suplex…rolling those hips and hanging on…"
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…and delivers a second Gourdbuster, but hangs onto Jenny yet again! Trixie rolls the hips a second time, stands with Jenny…
"Ohhhh, I'm loving this! I am getting a KICK out of this!" Cris smirks.
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…and scores with Gourdbuster number three!
"Triple Gourdbuster by Trixie Tang!" Al calls.
"Emmy can keep her Three Amigas, but that right there from Trixie takes TRUE talent! For those of you who think Trixie's all good looks, watch how MASTERFULLY Trixie Tang pulled THAT off!" Cris lauds the maneuver and its pretty user.
"And each time, she dropped Jenny right on top of that bad torso, which makes all of the matters even worse," Jeremy says.
Trixie flaunts the impressiveness of her take on the Three Amigas, a trifecta of Front Suplexes rather than Vertical ones, parading inside the ring and posing for the camera, showing off her entire figure to the audience, which draws a few cheers from the younger fans enamored with Tang, but mostly boos and "YOU STILL SUCK! YOU STILL SUCK!" chants. Trixie pulls Jenny up once more…
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…and this time, she delivers with the Slingshot Inverted Suplex. Trixie turns Jenny over and goes for the pin, and referee Vincent Perry is there: 1…
"Another Suplex variation there—Inverted…"
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"Here's two!"
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…2.889 Jenny kicks out!
"Here's thr—NO, only a near-fall once again!" Al calls. "Jenny showing fight even in the face of adversity and abdominal agony."
"Yeah, but that abdominal agony's gonna overcome her in time," Cris says. "No way she's keeping THIS up…"
Trixie goes back on the offensive with a Stomach Claw to the Teenage Robot, compressing the injured midsection of the Females Title contender. Trixie holds onto Jenny's body with a tight fist, causing the former Women's Tag Team Champion to wince and lightly cough as she tries to find a way to fight free. Trixie tries to push Jenny's shoulders down while hanging onto the Stomach Claw, possibly to turn the submission into a possible pinning attempt. Jenny, however, is able to sit fast…
"Trixie using a Stomach Claw—that's not something we see very often out of her, but it's doing its job…" Jeremy says.
"Might be doing more than that—the shoulders…of Jenny Wakeman are nearly down…" Al states.
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…and gets a leg up and around Trixie's arm to turn the Stomach Claw on her into an Omoplata in Wakeman's direction!
"But Jenny using her legs to find a reversal from it!" Jeremy says.
"Applying the Omoplata now…" Al identifies.
Jenny stands up while having Trixie's arm trapped in the Omoplata…and Jenny executes a Knee Drop, sandwiching the arm against both of her feet! Trixie, on her knees, clutches her arm in agony, feeling the effects of the maneuver to the limb.
"GAH!" Cris cringes.
"And the arm Trixie was using for that Omoplata there just got crushed between the knees of The Teenage Robot," Al says.
"Got that separation she needed with that move—got to break the Claw off as well," Jeremy states.
Jenny, with the opening, hits the ropes…
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…and goes for a Shining Apprentice, but Trixie ducks it! Trixie then grabs Jenny, stands up and holds her in Wheelbarrow position…
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…planting her with a Wheelbarrow Facebuster!
"Kick is avoided—WHEELBARROW Facebuster!" Al exclaims.
"She may have gotten free of the Stomach Claw, but that opening just got yanked away by the undefeated Trixie!" Cris says.
"And not just a Facebuster, guys—landing right onto that torso as well!" Jeremy mentions.
"Exactly!" Cris nods. "Even better!"
Trixie turns Jenny over, holding onto the legs to make for a Victory-esque pinning combination. Referee Vincent Perry counts 1…
"Better enough to make this check…"
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…2.89 Jenny kicks out!
"…mat—KICK-OUT?! Jenny kicked out; I'm not a fan of that!" Cris shouts.
"Jenny staying alive in this match, bad torso and all," Al says. "And the more this match progresses, ladies and gentlemen, the more you have to think of the effects this may have on Jenny's condition come Pandemonium. She might not be at 100% that evening if this persists, and with Aelita in the mix…"
"…AND Gwen Tennyson…" Cris pipes in.
"…that's not something you want to enter into compromised," Al finishes his thought.
"Damn right," Jeremy agrees. "But if it were Trixie's way, she'd make it so that Jenny IS injured for Pandemonium and she'd have a reason in her back pocket as to why SHE deserves a Females Title opportunity instead."
Jenny sits up upon kicking out of Trixie's pinfall, but Trixie, back onto her feet, hits the ropes and scores with a huge Running Knee Strike to the body! Trixie holds her knee onto Jenny's chest and digs it deep in there as she does more damage to the abdomen and solar plexus of XJ9. Trixie smirks and runs her hands through her hair while kneeling on Jennifer.
"Your display has been very informative. All of this will make for useful additions to your file, Trixie Tang."
"Hup! …There it is again," Jeremy gasps as he hears the computerized voice addressing Trixie.
"Oh my Gwen…" Cris groans. "Oh my Gwen—can't she just leave Trixie BE? Why is this HAPPENING?!"
"I did mention the file on you; did I not? If you like, I can read off some of my notes. Let's have a look, shall we?"
"File?" Jeremy blinks twice. "…She's got an entire file on Trixie? Oh man, I've GOTTA hear this!"
"No, you don't! NO ONE has to hear it!" Cris bickers. "There's a match going on! Trixie's about to put herself in the Females Title picture where she belongs!"
Trixie gets madder and madder, driven to livid levels by this voice booming in the Scottrade Center. She tries to keep herself composed, putting Jenny in a Bodyscissors with her legs. Trixie enfolds her thighs around the abdomen of the Techno half of Techno-Tongue.
"Cheater. Takes shortcuts."
"Be quiet!" Cris implores the voice.
"…Well, she isn't wrong," Jeremy chuckles.
"Obsessed with appearance. Hm."
"Couldn't be more on the money there," Jeremy nods, chuckling further.
"Poorly sieve-like memory."
"Well, given that she can't even remember her boyfriend's name…" Al mulls this over.
"Don't indulge it, Al!" Cris scolds.
"Egotistical. That can be fixed VERY quickly."
Trixie screams at the voice as she proceeds to add to the Bodyscissors with repeated Elbow shots to the head, gritting her teeth and snarling.
"Has a personality disorder… I didn't have to write that one down, but it's here anyway."
Jeremy laughs audibly while Cris covers his ears in disdain over this ordeal.
"Cracks under the pressure."
"That's not even true…" Cris says.
"Terrified."
"That REALLY isn't true…" Cris iterates.
"Horrified."
"FALSE, again…" Cris raises his voice.
"Afraid."
"She's NOT afraid!" Cris screams insistently.
"Scared. Shaken. Terror-stricken."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Trixie screeches, riddling Jenny with even more elbows, faster on the delivery now. The crowd is enjoying the interjections from the robotic voice at Trixie's expense, but they are also hoping to see Jenny battle out of the situation she is in, recognizing how dire it happens to be. The Teenage Robot is the recipient of even more elbows…
…until she manages to snatch one, holding onto Trixie's right arm. Jenny picks up the arm and breaks it over her shoulder…once, twice, three straight times, causing Trixie to favor the arm in pain. Jenny holds onto the wrist of Trixie and rolls onto her chest, Trixie still holding the Bodyscissors. Jenny keeps the Wrist Lock…
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…forward rolls with Trixie on her back…holds onto the arm and executes a Modified Judo Hip Toss that takes Trixie off of her. Trixie turns around and gets to her feet, unnerved by having her Bodyscissors broken. Trixie runs at Jenny Wakeman…
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…and runs right into a Spinning Heel Kick to the skull!
"Jenny getting out of that constricting Bodyscissors AND CONNECTING with the Spinning Heel Kick!" Al exclaims. "An EXPLOSIVE one by XJ9!"
"Did she HAVE TO go for the face?" Cris complains. "Better yet, did she HAVE TO get out of the Bodyscissors?"
"If she wants to turn this match around, then yes! And Jennifer Marie Wakeman does indeed want to turn this match around!" Jeremy says.
Jenny and Trixie are down on the canvas, the crowd clapping in rhythm to get the Teenage Robot to return to her feet. Jenny stirs while holding her torso, feeling the effects of the offensive assault on her ribs and midsection. Jenny proceeds to stand, and Trixie does the same, making sure that her face is still intact. Then Jenny hits the ropes…and brings Trixie down with a Clothesline. Jenny runs once more and scores with a second Clothesline; Trixie stands, and Jenny rocks her with a Calf Kick off of the ropes this time.
"And the pace quickens with Wakeman putting up offense!" Al says. "Clothesline, then Calf Kick!"
"Watching those robotic ribs…" Jeremy states.
Jenny goes for an Irish Whip, but Trixie reverses it; Trixie goes for a Dropkick to Jenny's face, but Jenny sees it coming and grabs Trixie's legs in mid-leap. Jenny stomps onto Tang's chest and then performs a Double Leg Drop to the stomach followed by a Roundhouse Kick upside the head as Trixie sits up! With Trixie down, Jenny stands alongside the downed Tang…
…and nails a Standing Moonsault! Jenny holds onto her midsection almost immediately after delivering the maneuver, unable to follow up or stay on Trixie for the lateral press.
"And you see after the Moonsault, she can't follow it up right away!" Jeremy points out. "Torso's aching too much!"
"Not the smartest maneuver to execute when you're working with bad ribs—you wonder why Jenny Wakeman's never been Females Champion, or a singles champion for the last few years in the business! Things like that are why," Cris remarks.
Despite missing her chance at a pin, Jenny remains the aggressor, picking Trixie up, Body Slamming her, hitting the ropes…and delivering a Somersault Leg Drop! Jenny grabs Trixie's leg and hooks it for the pin: 1…
"But she DOES get the Somersault Leg Drop, and there's no hesitation on this pin!" Al states.
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"No hesitation, but no three-count either!" Cris says. "Trixie able to kick out! Like a CONTENDER! Like a TRUE contender!"
Jenny stands up and Trixie rolls to the corner for a breather. The MLaaTR protagonist follows Trixie and hits her in the chest with repeated Shoot Kicks—one, two, three, four…until Trixie catches the fifth one.
"Hup! One too many kicks!" Cris wags a finger derisively.
But before Trixie can capitalize, Jenny drills her in the face again with a Leg-Feed Gamengiri!
"Caught with her hand in the cookie jar once too often—OR MAYBE NOT!" Jeremy shouts.
"No!" Cris cries.
"Gamengiri scores to the cranium—Trixie in the corner!" Al calls.
Jenny goes to the opposite corner of the ring…and speeds at Trixie with a Running Cross Chop to the chest, connecting right to the body. Jenny ascends to the middle rope and looks out to the crowd, the fans providing her with full-on support…as well as a count as Jenny fires fists into Trixie's forehead: "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!" Jenny dismounts the middle rope after this, hitting Trixie with a Forearm Smash…
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…and then she puts her knees into Trixie's chest and delivers a Monkey Flip! Jenny stands once more and, after sending Trixie out of the corner with the Monkey Flip, the Teenage Robot climbs to the second rope again, this time with Trixie in the center of the ring. Jenny faces her adversary…and, upon seeing Trixie begin to stand, Jenny reaches the top rope. Jenny waits for Trixie to turn around and face her…
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…and the #1 Contender hits Tang with a Diving Double Knee Drop to the shoulders and face! Jenny hangs onto both of Trixie's legs behind her after the maneuver and secures the pin!
"And THIS TIME, the top-rope maneuver of Jenny Wakeman lands—knees into the shoulders!" Al calls. "And the shoulders down!"
The referee counts 1…
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…2.89625 Trixie kicks out!
"…forget i—noooo, do NOT forget it!" Jeremy shouts. "Not just yet, not just yet!"
"Trixie keeping her unbeaten record intact!" Al says.
After the near-fall, Jenny starts to make her way to the opposite corner from which she dove, making her way to the middle rope this time and staying there, massaging her midsection while standing on the second rope. Trixie Tang sits up while holding the back of her head…
"And now Jenny ascending to the top rope a second consecutive time…" Al says. "What will she do here?"
"Jenny really and truly enjoys the air!" Jeremy says.
"Yeah, she goes to the top rope often and often, but as we're about to see, it doesn't always pay off…!" Cris declares.
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"Ohhhh! Then AGAIN…!" Jeremy grabs his own neck in recoil.
"AAAAH! TRIXIE'S NECK!" Cris cries. "TRIXIE'S GWENDAMN NECK—what the HELL?! How is a move like that allowed?!"
"It's allowed and it's sure as heck painful!" Al comments. "From the top rope with the leg coming DOWN onto the back of Trixie's neck and head! And what TORQUE on that delivery of it!"
"Trixie may have a stinger!" Cris exclaims in worry.
The crowd pops for this, the impact and the snap behind the Leg Drop Bulldog and the effects of said move self-evident. Jenny grabs Trixie by the legs while the latter is heavily favoring her entire neck…and, putting Trixie in a Prawn position, Jenny starts to elevate Trixie from the canvas, pulling her up and placing her in a Powerbomb spot. Jenny looks toward the corner…steps in…
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"Jenny-Oop connecting!" Jeremy calls.
"Jenny-Oop by the #1 Contender!" Al shouts.
Jenny pins Trixie after turning her over: 1…
"Trixie, PLEASE kick out!" Cris begs. "PLEASE!"
"Set it…"
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…2.931 Trixie gets her shoulder up!
"…forget i—ONLY TWO!" Jeremy exclaims to the dismay of fans. "Trixie Tang just able to lift up the shoulder!"
"THANK YOU!" Cris is relieved. "Thank you, Trixie, for your resilience! Trixie Tang won't be letting Jenny put the notch in her L column today! She's just too damn good for that! Tell her she's pretty!"
"Pretty or not, she may be en route to defeat in a matter of moments!" Al remarks.
"Not on her watch!" Cris asserts.
Jenny puts Trixie in a Front Facelock…but Trixie Backdrops Jenny overhead…into a Sunset Flip try by the Teenage Robot. Jenny tries to turn it into a pin…but Trixie stands her ground to prevent it. Trixie goes for a right hand to Jenny's face, but Jenny slides from underneath Trixie and returns to her feet, Trixie punching the mat instead. Jenny Dropkicks Trixie in the back, sending her towards the ropes…but Trixie is able to grab onto the second rope and narrowly stop herself from landing neck-first onto it.
"Trixie sent towards those ropes but savvy enough to put on a semblance of brakes…to avoid XJ9 setup there," Jeremy says.
Jenny sees Trixie just barely avoid the XJ9 setup, and the Teenage Robot runs at Trixie…only to end up receiving a Back Kick to the stomach.
"Back to that torso—attagirl, Trixie!" Cris cheers.
Trixie hooks Jenny up and lifts her for a Vertical Suplex…
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"Trixie looking for a Suplex—but getting a Facebreaker DDT instead!" Al calls. "Excellent timing on the reverse!"
After this, Jenny grabs a dazed Trixie…
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"Went for her patented Shiranui AFTERWARDS, but Trixie prevented it!" Al exclaims. "Trixie sending Jenny to the floor—on her feet, however! Jenny was able to stick that landing!"
"I don't know whether that was the awareness of Trixie Tang kicking in or just her groggy state inadvertently helping her along and saving her skin!" Jeremy comments.
Jenny is able to land on her feet outside of the ring from the avoidance of the Gear Grinder, but the landing does do a number on her stomach as the compression and bracing on the landing aches her. Trixie sees this, and with the window of opportunity present, Trixie hits the ropes…
"Call it what you will, but Trixie's about to take Jenny OFF of her feet on the outside!" Cris comments.
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"Both girls switching PLACES—and it's WAKEMAN who's one step ahead!" Al exclaims. "Trixie thought she had Jenny figured out, but the elder Nicktoon had HER number instead!"
"That fake-out XJ9 in the ropes kept her from Planchaing until JUST the correct moment!" Jeremy says.
"What does that do to Jenny's stomach though?" Cris brings up.
Jenny clutches her ribcage and shouts in a combination of passion, adrenaline and also pain from landing on the body part that has been aching her for the entirety of the match thus far. It takes her a while, but the Teenage Robot does return to her feet, picking Trixie up and sending her back inside the ring. Trixie gets to her knees…and then to her feet eventually…
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"Oh no! No, nooooo!" Cris hollers.
"NOW Trixie's on the rope!" Jeremy calls.
"Springboard Savate Kick lands on the jaw, and Jenny's got her in perfect position!" Al says.
Jenny knows what time it is, and so does the Scottrade Center! Jenny hits the ropes…
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"Uh-oh!" Jeremy gasps.
"Breaking the circuit!" Cris quips.
"Trixie got the legs! The XJ9 stopped right at the last…!" Al calls.
Trixie holds onto Jenny's feet and stands up from off of the middle rope, hanging on and setting Jenny up for a Decavitator into the top rope…
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…but Jenny gets a foot free and Up-Kicks Trixie in the cranium, hitting her two times which is enough to get the former CCW Women's Tag Team Champion free. Jenny goes to the ring apron on her feet, the unpinned and unsubmitted Tang backed up in the ring. With Trixie backing off, Jenny Springboards…
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"OHHHHHHHH!" Jeremy cries. "NOT GOOD AT ALL for Jenny Wakeman!"
"You're not kidding—that was RIGHT on the rope! Right to the stomach, right there!" Al exclaims.
"Trixie knew just how to push her to make her land that way!" Cris grins. "This is what happens when you take too much pleasure in flying around: you get countered and it hurts!"
Trixie takes a breath…and then flashes a grin at her timely maneuver, walking over to Jenny…
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"This is gonna hurt too—HEARTBREAKER!" Al exclaims. "Breaking the hearts of Dimmsdale folk since she was old enough to give a cold shoulder!"
"And breaking the hearts of her CCW opponents since her debut! Tack on another W for the pretty one!" Cris declares.
Trixie covers Jenny: 1…
"Check…"
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"…mat—FOUL! I CALL FOUL! THAT WAS NOT A KICK-OUT! Come on!" Cris complains while the fans rejoice.
"It was a plain-as-day kick-out, Cris Collinsworth, and boy, was it very close!" Al calls.
"Close enough to be a WIN!" Cris whines.
"Not quite, but indeed, SUPER close for her!" Jeremy says. "A win over the #1 Contender very nearly happening for Tang!"
Trixie shows her displeasure with the call as she looks down at her opponent…
"Having trouble there, Trixie? You poor, poor thing…"
"And now THIS is going to rub it in…? Jesus Ch—Gwen Tennyson…" Cris groans as he buries his face in his hands. Through muffled hands, he adds, "This is getting bothersome…"
Trixie shoots a glare at the source of the AI's voice, her last raw nerve being chipped away at by it.
"Your past track record notwithstanding, I'm beginning to seriously consider whether this task is…beyond you."
"Well, well…someone's losing faith in Trixie…" Jeremy chuckles.
"And why should Trixie care what this VOICE thinks?!" Cris hollers. "You know what? Screw it! Finish this NOW, Trixie! I know you can!"
Trixie clenches her fists as her face starts to redden with fury over this voice terrorizing her over and over, and after a second of contemplation Trixie determines that enough is enough. Trixie turns to Jenny with a scowl and mouths, "About to add another one to my streak…"
"That may be what Trixie's intending to do right now…" Al says.
Jenny rises…
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"Touch of Tang on the menu—Jenny doesn't want any! Jenny with the Drop Toe Hold, ST…F? She's got the ST; she wants the F now!" Jeremy calls.
"Step-Over Toe Hold's got the green light, and Jenny wants to add that Facelock," Al elaborates.
"Trixie, stay out of it! Fight it, fight it, fight it with all that you can, please!" Cris pleads.
Jenny fights and vies for the STF while Trixie flails desperately for a possible reprieve from her submission before she can cinch it in. Trixie does everything she possibly can to stop Jenny from getting the STF applied…
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"Whoawhoa—what the hell?! What's Trixie trying to do?!" Jeremy queries.
"She tripped the ref, and now she's crawling UNDERNEATH him…?! What?!" Al questions it himself…before recognizing the tactic. "Oh, wait! With Trixie under the ref, the ref's under Jenny, and Jenny can't get the STF locked on!"
"How ingenious!" Cris praises the tactic.
"Ingenious? It's a step away from illegal!" Jeremy protests. "Are you kidding?!"
Jenny has to push the referee off of Trixie and away from her to get him out of the way…
"Referee serving as an unwitting obstruction…"
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"…to the Teenage Robot—HEY, LOW BLOW by Trixie!" Al exclaims as the boos begin to pile up in the Scottrade Center! "DAMN IT!" Al cries.
"'DAMN IT' IS RIGHT!" Jeremy agrees. "Trixie's cajoled Jenny Wakeman but good!"
"That's our Trixie! The tricks are in effect! The tricks are in full effect!" Cris calls with glee over this.
The crowd boos deafeningly as they see Trixie managing to pull yet another trick, this one at the Females Title's #1 Contender's expense. Trixie rolls to a vertical base as Jenny is blinded and favoring her groin region also…
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"Oh no, do NOT tell me…" Jeremy shows his disgust.
"Do it, do it, do it!" Cris pleads.
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"YEEEEAAAHH!" Cris cheers and giggles. "PERFECT!"
"Trixie was about to do the Touch of Tang, but she switched…and Trixie Tang just used the PORTAL WOUND on Jenny Wakeman!" Al exclaims.
"And you should already know who that was intended for…" Jeremy says.
"HAHAHAHA! Take that, you stupid AI! Put THAT in your file right next to Trixie's win column!" Cris proclaims with laughs.
Trixie laughs herself while the audience is in a complete negative uproar over Trixie's pilfering of Chell's finishing maneuver. Wheatley is also in a state of disdain, shouting, "Oh, COME ON, love! Seriously?! Have you NO shame whatsoever?!"
"This is just…" Jeremy shakes his head as his voice trails off.
"A THING OF BEAUTY," Cris says with a smirk. "Did it better than Chell could too, as evidenced by what's about to happen…"
Trixie covers Jenny, beaming bright as she does: 1…
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"…mat—…WHAT?!" Cris screams. "THAT WAS CHECKMA—WHAAAT?!"
"She kicked out! Jenny kicked out! The thievery of the Portal Wound did NOT get the job done for Trixie Tang!" Al exclaims.
"Haven't beaten Jenny yet, Trixie!" Jeremy has his own chuckle. "And THANK GOODNESS for that, because the LAST thing any of us needs to hear is Trixie Tang gloating about how she used Chell's finisher to win a match AGAIN…"
"That's what I was LOOKING FORWARD to hearing, you twit!" Cris shouts. "Son of an Alpha Bitch, I can't believe Wakeman kicked out!"
"She did! And this matchup CONTINUES!" Al proclaims.
"This is what happens when you're facing a Females Championship contender, the #1 Contender at that," Jeremy says. "Sometimes it takes more than just sneaky tricks to get the job done! And when you're prepping for a match against Gwen, sneaky tricks are something to watch out for there just as well!"
"Our Champion, loathe her or hate her—or worship her—is a cunning cookie, and I bet she's watching this right now and trying to figure out how in her own name Jenny kicked out of that!" Cris says.
Trixie is thunderstruck as she sees that this time her ace in the hole was not successful in putting Jenny away. She holds her hair in her hands and looks at the referee, almost scolding him for not counting to three. Referee Vincent Perry, back on his feet, reaffirms that it is a near-fall.
"Once again…you NEVER cease to amaze, Trixie. How impressive of you."
"GWENDAMN IT, WILL YOU JUST GO AWAY?!" Cris screams as Trixie growls inside the ring.
"The AI speaks once again!" Al says.
"Before you read into that, I'll simplify it for you: I'm not impressed by the implementation of what you've done. No, your execution does not impress me one bit. What DOES impress me is just how bold you are in front of that deathly-frightened exterior. It's as if you WANT her to be angrier with you than she already is. But you couldn't possibly want that, could you? I said you were bold, not stupid."
"Grrrrrr…" Cris's blood starts boiling.
"Well, that IS going to make Chell angry…" Jeremy says.
"Then again, maybe it's a combination of both."
"This voice is making Trixie and ME very angry!" Cris shouts.
"Well, is she watching right now?! Is she?! IS SHE?!" Trixie inquires frenetically at the AI. "…Let's make sure she gets a close, long look at THIS."
Trixie then puts Jenny in another Bodyscissors…
"Trixie rattled, Trixie taking action…" Al says.
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"And YOU'VE GOTTA BE JOKING ME!" Al shouts. "NOW it's the Silent But Deadly! The Rear Naked Chokehold that Chell uses! Trixie's doing everything she can to get under the skin of the Portal protagonist and this artificial intelligence!"
"Couldn't get the pin? Still gonna get the win! Submission win, that is!" Cris says. "Tap out, Jenny! Tap the hell out—give Trixie another victory!"
"TRIXIE SWALLOWS! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) TRIXIE SWALLOWS! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) TRIXIE SWALLOWS! (clap clap clap-clap-clap)" the crowd chants over Trixie's entreaties for Jenny to yield to her variation of the Rear Naked Choke submission. Trixie squeezes tightly on the metal skull of the Teenage Robot…and Jenny tries to do her best to survive.
"And with that Bodyscissors cinched in, Jenny's REALLY in trouble!" Jeremy comments.
"The ribcage and torso of Jenny Wakeman getting enfolded by those legs of Trixie while the arms take away the oxygen and breathing—will Jenny have no choice but to submit to this MOCKERY of Chell's SBD?" Al shouts.
"You call it a mockery; I call it an IMPROVEMENT on the SBD!" Cris asserts.
Jenny uses her hands to try and adjust her position, looking around to see where inside the ring she exactly is. Jenny then starts to attempt a lengthy crawl towards the ring ropes for a break out of the submission, scratching at the canvas underneath her…
"Jenny's refuge and escape from this may be coming from those ropes and the break…!" Al says.
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"Nooooo!" Jeremy shouts. "Jenny wanted, Jenny NEEDED those ropes!"
"Trixie didn't let her get to 'em though!" Cris chortles. "Matter of time!"
Trixie holds onto Jenny tighter…and tighter…and tighter…making sure that Jenny can't move out of the submission. Vincent Perry watches Jenny, whose arm starts to hover over the mat.
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"OH! Looked like Jenny was about to tap, but no—grabbing the locks of Tang now!" Al says. "Something that Trixie did to her earlier!"
"BUT THAT'S ILLEGAL!" Cris screams. "THAT'S AGAINST THE GWENDAMN RULES! Why isn't Jenny getting DQ'ed for it?!"
"Well it IS illegal, but it's also a measure of payback from when Trixie did it to HER prior in the match!" Jeremy mentions.
"IT'S STILL ILLEGAL!" Cris reiterates. "I DON'T CARE IF TRIXIE DID IT BEFORE! SHE can get away with it! Jenny CAN'T!"
"…And how do you figure THAT?!" Jeremy exclaims.
Trixie complains about having her hair pulled to the referee…and after making that point quite clear, Tang runs at XJ9…
"Never mind; tell me later!" Jeremy tells Cris.
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"SHINING APPRENTICE!" Al hollers. "The Running Step-Up Enzuigiri!"
"Did you hear the impact on that?!" Jeremy exclaims.
Jenny picks Trixie up off of the mat, the latter seemingly out of it…
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"EMERALD FLOWSION!" Jeremy shouts.
"Emerald Flowsion puts Trixie down onto the head!" Al exclaims. "THAT COULD BE IT!"
The crowd is ecstatic as Jenny covers Trixie: 1…
"That CAN'T be it!"
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"THANK GWEN it ISN'T it!" Cris makes the sign of the cross.
"ALMOST though!" Jeremy shouts.
"Almost indeed, but a near-fall again, just barely!" Al says.
Jenny pants heavily, holding onto her solar plexus as it continues to ache her, the match effects taking hold on the #1 Contender. Jenny takes one big, deep breath…and the heroine prepares to finish Trixie off.
"That kick looked like it could have taken hair out of Trixie's scalp more than the yanking of the hair earlier!" Jeremy comments.
"It also looked like it set Trixie Tang up for the possible finale of the match and the finale to her undefeated streak!" Al says.
Jenny takes Trixie into a Three-Quarter Facelock…
"Gear Grinder coming!" Jeremy calls.
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"Gear Grinder NOT coming!" Cris retorts.
Trixie hangs onto the Inverted Facelock and clubs at the chest of the Teenage Robot before backing up into the corner while holding onto Jenny the whole way. Trixie clubs Jenny in the chest again…and then climbs up to the second rope while holding onto the Inverted Facelock. Trixie raises her free hand over her head, asserting her dominance…
"Trixie with those clobbering strikes to the chest, right where Jenny's been nursing for most of the match—now what's she doing?" Al questions.
"Trixie's on the second rope with a Rear Facelock…and I think I might know which well Trixie's getting her water from here!" Jeremy remarks.
"The former WWT World Champion's about to get his day made!" Cris says.
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"Or maybe not! Jenny able to prevent, to prohibit Trixie there!" Al says.
Jenny climbs up after her to the middle rope…then the top rope as fans chant "JENNY WAKEMAN! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) JENNY WAKEMAN! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) JENNY WAKEMAN! (clap clap clap-clap-clap)"…
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"WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN! WHAT A HURRICANRANA OFF THE TOP!" Al exclaims. "JENNY GETTING THE ELEVATION, TRIXIE GETTING THE DEVASTATION!"
"Now THAT is what I would call a thing of beauty!" Jeremy shouts.
"YOU SUCK, ELLIS!" Cris bitingly says. "You know that? You just SUCK! 'Thing of beauty' applies to TANG and Tang alone!"
"Not with a Super Rana like that!" Jeremy says back at him.
"But as impressive as it was, it also caused Jenny to land onto her chest and ribs!" Al points out. "Jenny's torso must be hurting her too, but can she manage to crawl her way to the cover that can end Trixie here and now?!"
The fans jump for joy as Jenny is down holding her ribcage region and Trixie is down unmoving. Jenny coughs…turns her body around while using only her hands and knees for locomotion, Trixie Tang still yet to move a muscle on the mat…
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"After a struggle, she's there!" Al calls. "The pin is secured!"
The ref and the crowd count along: 1…
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"…forget i—OH MY GOODNESS, HOW CLOSE CAN YOU BE?!" Jeremy exclaims. "NOT THREE! NOT FORGOTTEN! Trixie Tang is STILL alive!"
"In the NICK of time, pardon the pun, Trixie Tang has saved herself from defeat!" Al says, "and Jenny Wakeman, who had to scratch and claw for that pin attempt in the first place, has got to be BESIDE herself!"
"There's a reason why Trixie's never been pinned or submitted, and THAT right there is why! For those who think Trixie Tang's a pushover, let the record show that the #1 Contender for the CCW Females Championship CAN'T BEAT HER," Cris proclaims.
"I think that if Jenny got to that pin a moment earlier," Jeremy hypothesizes, "Trixie WOULD HAVE been beaten!"
"And if Tom Coughlin knew how to run a team, the New York Giants would have a prayer of making the playoffs—this is no time for ifs and maybes! It's a time for the verb to be! It's a time for what IS," Cris says to a scowling Black Mamba.
Jenny holds her torso and her cranium while bemoaning the fact that the match is not over as a result of Trixie's timely kick-out. Jenny smacks the canvas in disbelief, not able to fathom just how the count was that close to three without being three. Jenny, after a good twenty seconds of rumination, picks Trixie up from the canvas…
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"Jenny has Trixie set up for a Jenny-Oop—she's right in front of that corner…" Al points out.
"I think Jenny wants to hit the Jenny-Oop such that Trixie's FACE hits the turnbuckles! That's why she's that close!" Jeremy identifies.
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"Well, if THAT was her plan, Trixie put a snag in it just there!" Cris says. "Now HER plan is to put Jennifer onto her belly, put her in the Boston Crab, and make her SUBMIT!"
Jenny does everything she can to remain supine and not prone such as to avoid being caught in the Boston Crab hold. Trixie looks behind her out of the corner of her eye, gauging as she attempts to cinch in the submission even still.
"If Trixie could land a few stomps to the stomach from this position, she might be able to get it locked in—come on, Trixie!" Cris encourages.
Jenny, though, is able to prevent it from happening…
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"OHHH! NO! Jenny gets Catapulted right into the official, and now referee Vincent Perry is down!" Al shouts. "The Boston Crab didn't go, but Trixie went to the alternative and took out the ref in the process!"
"You know something? I think that Trixie did that on purpose!" Jeremy accuses. "I saw her take a peek behind her before that Catapult and…I think she was AIMING Jenny to head towards the referee!"
"Are you kidding me?! What kind of a conspiracy theorist are you?! I'm APPALLED to be on the same broadcast team as someone who would come up with something so PREPOSTEROUS!"
Jenny and Vincent Perry collide and both remain down, the latter holding his head and the former her body…and Trixie takes a gander at what she's done.
"Oh, would you look at that! Down goes your test supervisor. …Hopefully a robot projectile isn't as potent as the neurotoxin I used to incapacitate Aperture's test supervisors. Although this variable in the test begs a question: what exactly are you going to do now, Trixie Tang? What are you going to do?"
Trixie, body quivering with a cocktail of grief and fury, looks towards the big screen…
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Then Trixie rolls to the outside and makes her way to the timekeeper's area…picking up a steel chair from next to Blader DJ and swiftly making her way inside the ring with it, passing by an Intelligence-Dampening Core exclaiming, "Hey, I don't think that that's legal! Just because the referee can't see it happen doesn't make it legal—it's like cheating on a math test! With the teach out of the room, right? It might seem like no harm and no foul, but it's still not right—come on! What of your moral code?"
Trixie completely ignores any and all of Wheatley's words, turning her attentions solely on Jenny Wakeman, who is starting to move and see the referee Vincent Perry down on the canvas due to Trixie's Catapult maneuver.
"Trixie's had about enough of that computer voice, and damn it, so have I!" Cris exclaims. "It's time to let out some aggression right now!"
"Trixie Tang with a chair in hand, and with the ref down, Trixie doesn't have a damn thing to worry about in the way of getting disqualified!" Al shouts.
"It WAS on purpose!" Jeremy states.
"No, it wasn't!" Cris shouts at Jeremy.
Trixie holds up the chair as Jennifer rises…and charges…
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"Jenny a split-second ahead of Trixie there—KICKING THE CHAIR INTO HER FACE!" Al exclaims.
"AAAAAHHH!" Cris cries.
"Trixie brought the weapon in, and she just ate it hard!" Jeremy exclaims.
Jenny picks up the steel chair now, seeing it out of Trixie's hands…
"And now Jenny holding the chair…" Jeremy says.
"She'd better not dare! She'd BETTER NOT—she's already pulled Trixie's hair! She already bent ONE rule!" Cris hollers.
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"What the referee doesn't know won't hurt him—Trixie may've set herself up for this…" Jeremy says.
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"Oh? …Well maybe not…" Jeremy says.
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"OH!" Jeremy interjects.
"Jenny going against using the chair, electing to try and beat Trixie HERSELF, no weapons attached, and now she's put herself in position to do PRECISELY THAT!" Al calls.
Everybody knows what time it is…including Wheatley…
"Well, the good news is Jenny abided by the rules; the bad news is she's about to go for the XJ9! TRIXIE! Trixie, please, do something!" Cris begs. "Do it for the streak! The better streak! The PRETTIER STREAK!"
"Ahhhh, in a predicament now, aren't we?" Wheatley says from the apron with a chuckle. "As a fellow automaton of hers, as well as a core being held captive by you, I must say, I'm doubly proud of her. If you can let her know that when she arrives to pummel your face, that would be great. In fact, I think I see her running now—yep, she's on her way to the ropes…"
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"The #1 Contender for the Females Ch—WHEATLEY! WHEATLEY!" Al exclaims. "DAMN IT, TRIXIE JUST SLAMMED WHEATLEY RIGHT AGAINST JENNY'S SKULL!"
"OH MY GOD!" Jeremy shouts. "OUT OF FREAKING NOWHERE!"
"Oh your GWEN! Haha, YEAH!" Cris claps. "TRIXIE'S TRUMP CARD COULDN'T HAVE COME AT A BETTER TIME!"
"Wheatley was right there next to Trixie, and the currently unpinned, unsubmitted Nicktoon may be about to add Jenny Wakeman's name to her list of fallen foes!" Al says.
"Another day, another TRICK!" Jeremy exclaims.
"And another victory!" Cris celebrates.
Trixie puts Wheatley down and bumbles to the canvas, reveling in her handiwork having seen the Teenage Robot coming, as though her impending arrival was whispered in her ear. The fans boo while Trixie prepares to bring the bout to a conclusion, going to cover Jenny…
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"Vincent Perry, what are you doing?! This is not naptime! This is COUNT THE FALL time!" Cris hollers. "Trixie's GOT her!"
Trixie, drifting over Jenny's supine body, motions for the referee to hurry over to count the fall…but there is not substantial movement from him in that respect.
"Trixie's the reason why the referee's down and out of it in the first place!" Jeremy brings up.
"JENNY'S the one that hit him!" Cris yells.
"TRIXIE sent her into him with that aimed Catapult!" Jeremy retorts.
"It WASN'T AIMED!" Cris defensively yells.
"Well, whether it was or wasn't is irrelevant now; what IS relevant is that we've got no official right now! Vincent Perry is incapacitated, and what seemed to be a chance for Trixie to take advantage of her chicanery is going by the boards!" Al says.
Trixie punches the mat underneath her and screams in frustration, believing that the match would be won had it not been for the incapacitated official. "GET UP, YOU MORON!" she hollers.
"HEY! I AM NOT A MORO—"
"I WASN'T EVEN TALKING TO YOU!" Trixie yells at a downed Wheatley.
"'Has trouble taking accountability'… New addition for your file here."
"AND THAT VOICE IS DRIVING ME FREAKING NUTS!" Cris screams, kicking the announce desk's underside in frustration.
"…Trixie isn't taking it too well either!" Al says.
"Blaming those around you for your own follies does no good, Trixie Tang. You should realize that you brought this on yourself. You brought ALL of it on yourself—every solitary piece. And not just the downed test supervisor—but the massive plight that you find yourself in right now as well. It's completely your fault, and even the metal twit next you knows that. But contrary to your best efforts, Trixie, there WILL be repercussions. This will not go unhandled in any sense of the word."
"…VERY foreboding words those are…" Jeremy says.
"There's a reason why all of this has been happening these past three weeks, this one inclusive!" Al says.
Trixie can't take it anymore; the boiling point has been reached as the AI's voice echoes in the arena. Trixie Tang sees the steel chair still inside the ring, picking it up and looking at Wheatley beside her as well. Trixie stands over the personality core from Portal 2…snarls, "…No…this is all YOUR fault…"
"What is she…?"
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"WHAT is Trixie doing?!" Jeremy exclaims. "What's she DOING?!"
"Letting out fury!" Cris answers. "THAT'S what she's doing! She's gone mad over this!"
"She's taking the steel chair to Wheatley and hammering away at him!" Al says. "Like all of it is HIS fault!"
"And how is it on WHEATLEY?! Trixie's the one who STOLE Wheatley, the one who incurred all of this in the first place!" Jeremy brings up.
"I just think Trixie is in need of something or someone to hit, and Wheatley's the nearest possible thing!" Al says.
"She might actually FRACTURE Wheatley with these shots, or maybe even tear up the shell!" Jeremy worries.
"If she does, good on her!" Cris proclaims. "That's what the ball gets for being a moron! He's supposed to be Trixie's counsel and he hasn't helped Trixie one bit through ANYTHING!"
"Like he'd actually help his THIEF!" Jeremy scoffs.
Trixie tenderizes Wheatley with chair shot after chair shot, taking out all of her aggressions from the match and the AI's unsolicited commentary throughout it. The pretty one hits Wheatley with dozens upon dozens of blows, her eyes appearing bloodshot as she follows through with this, veins popping out of her neck…
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"Owwwwwwwwww…" Wheatley groans.
Trixie Tang holds the steel chair over Wheatley while an also-down Jenny clutches her head and face while supine on the canvas…
"…Well, now Wheatley just got HIS gears grinded…" Jeremy quips.
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"And now referee Vincent Perry is back standing…" Al says. "Oh, the things HE'S missed out on…"
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"…Waaaaait a second… Ohhhh, man…" Jeremy puts a hand over his mouth. "Trixie's got the chair… Jenny's down… The referee's wondering…"
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"Wha…? Wha—what? No! NOOOO!" Cris exclaims. "NOOOOOO! TRIXIE DIDN'T HIT HER WITH THE CHAIR! NO, SHE WAS HITTING WHEATLEY! SHE WAS HITTING WHEATLEY! YOU'VE GOTTA BELIEVE HER!"
"In more ways than one, Trixie Tang may have dug her own grave with her actions!" Al proclaims.
"PERRY, PLEASE, YOU'VE GOTTA LISTEN TO TRIXIE!" Cris implores.
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"And JENNY WAKEMAN taking matters into her own hands!" Al exclaims. "Or, rather, her own LEGS! Inverted Frankensteiner!"
"Match was still going on!" Jeremy recalls.
Trixie holds the top of her head in pain, stumbles about backwards and then forwards…
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"And a FORWARDS Frankensteiner now—AND TRIXIE'S ON THE ROPE!" Al shouts.
"OH NOOOOOOO!" Cris screams.
"IS IT HER FINAL ROPE?! IS IT THE END OF THE ROPE?!" Al questions.
"I THINK IT MIGHT BE!" Jeremy hollers.
Jenny hits the ropes…
"THIS ISN'T RIGHT! THIS ISN'T FAIR!" Cris protests loudly over the fans.
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"X…J…9!" Jeremy calls it. "ABOUT TIME!"
"FINALLY JENNY DELIVERS THE XJ9! COULD WE BE SEEING THE FIRST PINFALL DEFEAT OF TRIXIE TANG ABOUT TO HAPPEN?!" Al exclaims.
Trixie backs up to the center of the ring, staggering to get back to her feet. Jenny vaults back inside the ring as she sees Trixie trying to stand, the crowd on its feet too. Jenny Wakeman grabs Trixie by the head…
"THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE TRAVESTY!" Cris angrily proclaims.
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"GEAR GRINDEEEEER!" Jeremy exclaims.
"THE SHIRANUI OF JENNY!" Al hollers. "VINCENT PERRY NOW THERE TO DO THE DEED!"
"NO! IT CAN'T END THIS WAY!" Cris shakes his head, holding either side of it with his hands.
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"…FORGET IT!" Jeremy yells as the crowd gives a loud pop!
"AAAAUUUGGH!" Cris channels his inner Charlie Brown.
"WAKEMAN WINS! JENNY PINS TRIXIE! JENNY WAKEMAN HAS PINNED TRIXIE TANG!" Al exclaims as "ULTRAnumb" now plays, Jenny raising both arms over her head in celebration before falling backward onto her spine in exhaustion, then holding her ailing torso while supine as the fans are delighted.
"The winner of the match, 'The Teenage Robot' Jenny Wakeman!" Blader DJ announces.
"FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, TRIXIE TANG HAS BEEN PINNED! TRIXIE TANG HAS BEEN DEFEATED HERE ON CCW XX 20!" Al exclaims.
"JENNY WAKEMAN DID IT!" Jeremy hollers. "Even with everything Trixie did, even with the tricks Trixie pulled, in this battle of Nicktoons, it's Jenny Wakeman, baby! Jenny Wakeman becomes the first person to pin Trixie one-on-one!"
"THIS IS WRONG! She was rattled from the very BEGINNING! If that STUPID AI would've SHUT THE HELL UP…!" Cris screams his head off in detestation. "NOOOO…I can't believe this… I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS—that was best streak of them all! That was the PRETTIEST streak of them all! And now it's…it's…it's GONE?"
"You're damn right it's gone!" Jeremy nods. "XJ9 just ENDED it here tonight! And in eight days, she may be the one who ends First and Only too!"
"Okay, THAT will not be happening! That's for freaking sure! One travesty's bad enough!" Cris complains. "Gaaaaah, I'm so BESIDE MYSELF right now! WHY?! WHY?!"
Jenny gets up and accepts the referee Vincent Perry raising her hand in the middle of the ring with Trixie down and holding the back of her head. Jenny starts to climb one of the turnbuckles and vigorously motion for the Championship around her waist, signaling that come Pandemonium, she'll be the Females Champion of the World. "Tonight I ended Trixie's streak… In a week and a day, I end Gwen's reign… It's time for the Teenage Robot…to become CHAMPION OF THE WORLD…"
"And you heard it there, ladies and gentlemen," Al says as Jenny dismounts the corner and climbs to another one. "Tonight the streak, in eight days the reign of Gwen Tennyson—we've seen Aelita win, we've now seen Jenny win! BOTH of the top contenders for the Females Championship victorious this evening! Their bids for Pandemonium and their intentions are CLEAR…but what will become of the match itself? It may be a Fatal Four-Way; it may be Triple Threat!"
"Well, I'll tell you one thing: whether Sonia gets into the main event or not," Jeremy speaks, "I say that Jenny's shown that she's not gonna let ANYTHING get between her and gold. If she can survive all of Trixie's tactics, the tactics of a girl who's managed to eke out victory after victory…then against Gwen Tennyson, I'm loving her odds!"
"Yeah, easy for you to say when she's faced an opponent who was being HECKLED BY A COMPUTER THE ENTIRE MATCH!" Cris shrieks. "COME ON! Is ANYBODY ELSE going to point out how SCREWED UP that is?! Trixie had her mind elsewhere virtually the entire time, it drove her to the point of mental wear and tear, and Jenny took advantage of it all to beat her—that is the most TRAGIC thing! THAT'S IT? THAT'S how the streak of Trixie Tang ENDS?! …MOURNING must be done. CONDOLENCES are in order…"
"You won't be hearing any condolences from the former Women's Tag Team Champion!" Jeremy says as Jenny is out of the ring moving up the ramp, giving high-fives to the fans along the way backstage.
"…This is just a sham…" Cris shakes his head with a deep frown.
As Jenny exits, Trixie is coming to inside the ring…holding her head and sitting up…looking across the ring from her and seeing the slightly-dented Wheatley, who is staring back at Tang with its bright blue eye. If the core could shrug, he would. What he does do, though, is tell Trixie, "I tried to tell you this would happen, love… You didn't want to listen…"
Trixie tries to catch herself inside the ring…realization reaching her at its own pace…and quickened by the chants of the fans in the Scottrade Center of, "You got beat! You got beat! You got beat!"
"And now they party… Now they pretend like this is a GOOD thing… Makes me SICK…" Cris scowls.
Trixie puts her hands on either side of her face…starting to breathe heavier and heavier as the chants intensify…and then Trixie lets out a piercing, frustrated scream that is muffled by her hands.
The crowd continues its chants of "You got beat! You got beat!" as Trixie removes her hands from her face and said hands start to shake…
…as she rapidly crawls past Wheatley and towards the ropes, reaching through the ropes and shouting, "I want a mic! I want a mic!" Timekeeper Mickey MacElroy hears Trixie's clamors and obliges her by handing her a live microphone, which Trixie taps to make sure it works before sitting in the corner with the stick in hand and to her lips.
"Trixie Tang DEMANDING a microphone now—about to spill her mind…" Al says.
"Yeah, the part that she has LEFT after dealing with that ROBOT!" Cris snarls.
"Are you HAPPY now?!" Trixie screams…as she turns towards the personality core she pilfered from Chell three weeks ago. "Huh?! Are you happy now, you little ball of stupidity?!"
"Actually, I do find myself quite amused by this…just to be candid, I suppose," Wheatley gives his honest answer off-mic.
"Are you HAPPY now, computer?!" Trixie looks at the big screen and shouts at it, referring to the voice that has been following her almost endlessly. Then Trixie looks around at the fans, starting to stand up out of the corner. "ARE YOU PEOPLE IN THIS ARENA HAPPY OVER THIS?!"
Trixie's query is met with a positive outburst of cheers from fans who are very happy—thrilled, in fact.
"I'M NOT!" Cris exclaims. However, Cris, suffice to say, is heavily in the minority.
"…You are? You are—SHUT UP!" Trixie screeches at them, causing them to boo her. "SHUT UP, EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE HAPPY; WHAT MATTERS IS THAT I'M NOT! AND DO YOU KNOW WHY I'M NOT HAPPY?! IT'S BECAUSE OF THAT MEANINGLESS METAL MEATBALL WHEATLEY! IT'S BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID COMPUTER THAT REFUSES TO LEAVE ME ALONE! IT'S BECAUSE OF THE GAS, THE TURRETS, AND THE PORTALS…and it all revolves around that unlovable cow called Chell…"
The mention of Chell's name draws a boisterous round of cheers from the St. Louis crowd, a "CHELL! CHELL! CHELL!" chant arising amongst the CCW faithful. This only worsens the mood of the Fairly Odd gal.
"…The name of a person you chant and cheer for because you believe that that's the name of a person I'm AFRAID OF…" Trixie speaks through semi-gritted teeth, "…but you're wrong. You are ALL WRONG… I've said it before and I'll say it now once more because OBVIOUSLY you don't have the brain cells to remember it the first time: TRIXIE TANG IS NOT AFRAID OF CHELL! …And if you want to know the TRUE story…if you have the brains to stomach THAT, it's that CHELL IS ENVIOUS OF TRIXIE TANG!"
The "CHELL! CHELL! CHELL!" chants continue to file in, mixed with boos in heavy disagreement with Trixie's last statement.
"You don't want to hear it?! You want to keep on going with this notion that this is just me getting what I deserve?!" Trixie shouts scathingly. "Yeah, yeah—I 'DESERVE' this because I HAVE GOOD LOOKS! I actually have a figure to drool over because I'm SENSUALLY STIMULATING, not because I look like I should be roasted over an open fire to satisfy somebody's hunger with the meat on my bones!" Trixie begins to seethe on the mic. "I 'DESERVE' this because it only took me ONE TRY to win a match on CCW pay-per-view whereas SHE couldn't do it on THREE STRAIGHT SHOTS! I deserve it because I'M a winner, and no matter what Chell's presence is, she's nothing but a LOSER next to me! YOU THINK I'M AFRAID OF THAT?! CHELL IS NOTHING MORE THAN A GREEN-EYED BLEACHED WHALE WHO CAN'T STAND TO SEE ME DO THE THINGS SHE CAN'T DO, BE THE THINGS THAT SHE CAN'T BE! I EVEN USED HER OWN MOVES BETTER THAN SHE COULD IN HER BEST DREAMS! …And so she had to have me start losing it all… I lose my shot at Females Title contention… I lose my mirrors and my luxurious locker room… I lose…my BREATH… I lose countless hours of sleep because I'm being HARASSED, which makes me GAIN circles underneath my eyes to detract from my looks…and NOW…now…now I lose my undefeated streak…"
Trixie looks down at the canvas as ill will and enmity begin to take over, her fists clenched and her face scrunched up in disarray.
"Well, that…freaking…does it… I am DONE letting the envy of that wooly mammoth RUIN ME…" Trixie asserts. "I AM DONE LETTING AN ARTIFICIAL IRRITATION RUN ME RAGGED! I WANT CHELL, THAT COVETING TRAMP, TO GET WHAT SHE DESERVES! I WANT CHELL TO PAY! I WANT CHELL TO SUFFER FOR WHAT SHE'S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW!"
As Trixie is screaming her head off, she punts Wheatley across the ring into the ropes in her rancor!
"AAAAAAAHHH!" Wheatley cries as he is sent speeding across from Trixie's boot. "Owwww…I don't deserve THAT…"
"WHERE IS SHE?! …WHERE IS SHE?!" Trixie exclaims. "IS SHE HERE?! IS SHE IN THIS BUILDING?! I WANT TO SEE HER!" Trixie's voice loudens, and, behind her, the cheers of the crowd louden as well, for they want to see Chell more than anyone at this moment. "I WANT TO SEE THAT ANIMAL RIGHT FREAKING NOW! CAN YOU MAKE THAT HAPPEN, COMPUTER, HUH?! DO IT! DO IT! TELL ME I'M PRETTY AND GET HER JEALOUS ASS OUT HERE! I WANT TO SEE HER IN FRONT OF ME SO I CAN PERSONALLY—"
Cutting Trixie off is a substantial pop from the crowd as an orange portal suddenly appears on the stage!
"OH BOY!" Jeremy exclaims. "That looks like what I think it is!"
"And if it is that, Trixie may be getting just what she's demanded!" Al shouts.
"NOW Madame Jealousy wants to show her less-than-pretty face!" Cris shouts himself.
Trixie turns to the stage and sees the portal there, her expression turning from purely enraged to furiously fervent. "COME OOOUUUT!" Trixie screeches, putting the microphone down to free her hands, motioning for Chell to appear. "I WANT YOU OUT HEEEERE! NO MORE OF THESE GAMES! NO MORE MESSING AROUND WITH ME! I WANT YOU NOOOOW! GET! OUT! HERE! NOOOOW! I'M WAITIIIIING!"
Trixie continues demanding for Chell to show up, hollering like a madwoman, pacing back and forth inside the squared circle. The crowd is incited as well, hoping to see Chell as much as Trixie appears to be.
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"You know, Trixie, while you were hollering on just then, I was looking through some more of my files…and I came across something quite enthralling, something I think you'll find valuable to see and to know. Your aforementioned sieve-like memory aside, I have reasons otherwise to believe you'll find what I'm about to show you VERY scintillating. Have a look…"
Trixie hears the voice of the AI and grabs her hair in both hands, aggravation brewing even further.
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THE FIVE MOST MEMORABLE MOMENTS IN CCW XX HISTORY!
#2 – The debut of Chell on CCW XX 5
Gwen Tennyson enters the ring and her music stops. Gwen looks toward the entrance ramp and motions for her assailant to "Show [her]self!" Gwen looks forceful inside the ring.
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The crowd begins to anticipate the arrival of the mystery female.
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Gwen Tennyson looks around, waiting for the mystery competitor to appear.
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Gwen begins to get angry, and, unable to wait tolerantly anymore, she takes a microphone.
"I have had enough waiting for you!" Gwen yells. "Get out here and show yourself to the world, damn it!"
That attempt to entice proves…unsuccessful.
"I've given you a chance to share the same ring as the CCW Females Champion, the top standard in the Females Division in CCW, and you're going to keep me waiting? Like hell you are! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" Gwen demands.
Still no one comes out from the back.
"This is ridiculous," Gwen growls."This is absolutely absurd!You've been trying to get inside my head for weeks and weeks and weeks, and when you say that you're finally going to show up, this is the crap that you pull? If I knew who you were and what you looked like, I would go back there and drag you from back there to in here so I could embarrass you and make you look silly!"
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"You know, it's really a shame, because…I kind of wanted to know who would be woman enough to face me one-on-one and accost me with all of these videos. 'YOU CAN'T ESCAPE HELL'—who would have the temerity to pull that off?
…Maybe it would be someone like DCA's Buffy Summers?"
Upon mention of her name, the crowd cheers.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer—ha-ha-ha-ha!" Gwen laughs. "I don't even know how the hell her name traipsed out of my lips. Maybe all of the Haitian voodoo around here placed her in my mind. It was actually quite silly of me to even mention her, because let's face it: I know, she knows, and everybody knows that if she and I ever competed in a match, she wouldn't have to worry about vampires sucking her blood, because they'd be able to lick it off of the floor instead." This garners a chorus of boos in response. "But who could actually be the mystery assailant? Hmmm…maybe it's FanFiction Wrestling's so-called Best Diva Samus Aran?"
The crowd cheers even louder at the mention of her name.
" The first female competitor to ever win a company's first-tier championship. You guys think that's SO impressive, right? How Samus 'made history'? Well, let me bring you back to the facts. Samus Aran made history—I CHANGED HISTORY! I erased a competitor's CCW Females Championship reign completely from the record! I am this company's first and now ONLY CCW Females Champion! She may be all about shattering the mold, but anything she can do, I can do better! I'm about shattering my opponents' hopes and dreams, tearing their bodies and spirits apart, making them scream 'uncle', and that's exactly what I did when I ANNIHILATED—"
…
Suddenly, Gwen Tennyson pauses. Her tone of voice and facial expression undergo a chilling change.
"…Is it you, Emmy? Are you the one responsible for this?" Gwen inquires. "Are you the one behind these codes, trying to get your revenge? Is that what the 'HELL' is about? Well, is it? …Let me tell you something, dragon girl. If you are even thinking remotely about making a comeback to CCW and trying to exact some sort of retribution on me, don't even try it, because the same thing that happened to you at Enmity is going to happen to you again if you try to come back! I have been better than you from the start, and while your face may heal after what I did, that is one thing that is never going to change – I am the flag bearer of this company when it comes to women's wresting, and nobody from any television show, TV-14, TV-PG, or TV-G, is going to change that. Emmy, the best thing you could possibly do is just stay in your hospital bed with your stupid dragon scale and never come back!"
As the crowd showers the champion with boos and hisses, still no one appears at the top of the XX stage.
…
Gwen sneers. "Well, if the mystery lady was Emmy, it looks like she took my advice." She has a laugh at this. "I guess we'll never really know, will we? But what we will know is that I am the best female wrestler that this company has to offer. I am the overachiever in a group of underachievers—the porterhouse on a roster full of Spam®—the lobster in a tank of mere goldfish—the Lexus in a lot full of go-karts! No one from any book, movie, video game—"
Just then, the big screen turns to snow. The crowd almost immediately pops.
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The screen eventually freezes in mid-static and then shuts off to complete blackness. Gwen looks at the screen in wonder, as do the rest of the fans in attendance. On the screen, words finally appear.
So, Gwen Tennyson…
I see you haven't broken the code…
How pitiful.
Let me put you out of your plight.
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Cere'bell'brum—
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Get it?
Gwen Tennyson looks at the Titantron in a state of confusion. The crowd, however, starts to get wind of the hints in the message. They begin to shout vociferously.
Back to the big screen:
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE HELL
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CAN'T ESCAPE HELL
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CAN ESCAPE HELL
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ESCAPE HELL
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ESC HELL
ESCHELL
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CHELL
"WHAT?" Jonathan exclaims.
"No way…NO WAY!" Jeremy is in disbelief of his own.
"Does this mean…?" Cris speaks.
…
("My Last Breath" by Evanescence plays)
Chell from Portal now walks down to the stage, not smiling at all—only meaning business! The CCW Females Champion Gwen Tennyson looks on in utter shock, not seeing the Portal protagonist's arrival coming. The crowd, meanwhile, erupts in the Stade Sylvio Cator.
"Oh my God!" Jonathan shouts.
"I don't believe this!" Cris yells.
"The 'HELL' was about CHELL!" Al decodes.
"This is unreal!" Jeremy exclaims.
" …Gwen Tennyson had no idea what she was getting herself into this evening. She's about to defend the CCW Females Championship…against CHELL!"Jonathan shouts.
"This crowd has yet to quiet down!" Jeremy tries to raise his voice over said fans.
"GWEN TENNYSON has yet to pick up her jaw!" Al says.
Chell enters the ring and her music ends. Gwen Tennyson starts to settle down, the initial shock wearing off now. Referee Lonny Cunningham holds up the CCW Females Championship belt as Gwen gets ready to face her technological stalker. Timekeeper Mickey MacElroy gets the signal from the zebra and rings the bell.
Gwen does not hesitate in starting the offense, going at Chell with a Clothesline, but Chell ducks it, runs the ropes and hits a Shoulder Block. Chell delivers a Body Slam to the Females Champion and then a Neck Lock Suplex. Gwen gets up and gets Irish Whipped into the ropes; the alpha bitch is able to avoid getting Back Body Dropped and kick Chell in the face. Gwen then tries to catch Chell with a surprise Alakazam, but Chell reverses it into a Spinebuster. Chell picks Gwen up and hits her with a Running Powerslam.
"UNRELENTING is this lady known as Chell. Gwen Tennyson is stuck at the starting blocks!" Jonathan shouts.
Chell picks Gwen up and places her on the top rope. Chell punches Gwen there and climbs to the top with her. Chell fires a barrage of rights to Gwen's forehead before attempting a Super Sambo Suplex. Gwen, however, is able to fight Chell off with a series of Elbows, an Eye Rake and a Headbutt. Gwen kicks Chell off of the corner and then adjusts herself on top. Chell gets up but receives a Diving Elbow Smash from Gwen Tennyson to the back of the head. Gwen then turns Chell over, full mounts her, and starts firing blow after blow.
Then Gwen starts climbing to the top rope. Gwen measures the downed Chell and tries a Diving Leg Drop…but Chell rolls out of the way. Chell gets up and drops the alien war heroine with a stiff Powerbomb.
" Chell is just so damn powerful!" Cris exclaims in shock.
Chell takes Gwen up again and hits her with a Swinging Side Slam. After that big slam, Chell tosses Gwen clear out of the ring.
In desperation, Gwen pokes Chell in the eye. Gwen leans against the barricade to catch her breath while Chell tries to regain her vision. Referee Lonny Cunningham tries to assure that control is maintained…but as Gwen goes for a Bulldog from behind her adversary, Chell counters by hurling the Females Champion over the security barricade into the crowd!
"Good grief!" Jonathan gasps.
" Gwen's in the crowd!" Jeremy yells.
"Chell just threw Gwen right over the barricade!" Al announces loudly.
The crowd goes crazy as Chell hops the barricade to go after Tennyson. Chell punches away at a confused Gwen before picking her up and delivering a Fireman's Carry Slam onto the concrete floor!
…
Chell delivers an Elbow Drop to a felled Gwen Tennyson. Chell next picks Gwen up and rams her into the other side of the security wall. She punches the champion. The cousin of the Magnus Champion next gets escorted back to ringside via a hard Uranage Slam!
"Gwen Ten is getting OBLITERATED right now!" Jonathan is stunned by this decimation.
Chell returns to ringside as the crowd grows even wilder. Chell grabs Gwen by her head…and throws her head backward, executing a Mat Slam into the steel ring post!
"Gwen can't have a clue as to where she even is!" Jeremy says.
Chell grabs Gwen again…and locks in a Standing Dragon Sleeper. Chell applies an extreme amount of pressure, trying to make Gwen Tennyson pass out. Gwen tries to briefly fight out of the hold, but it is no real use. After 10 seconds, Gwen stops fighting back; 20 seconds later, Chell lets go of Gwen, the latter almost lifeless.
"Gwen Tennyson…I don't think she's moving," Al states.
"Gwen Ten is out!" Jeremy proclaims.
Chell flashes a half-smile as she looks down at a broken Gwen. Chell turns around and looks to the crowd. As the fans continue to rowdily applaud, Chell walks to the other corner of the ring outside…and picks up the steel ring steps.
"Whoa! What's THIS?" Jeremy gasps.
"That's a steel staircase, but—"
"But that's not legal!" Cris speaks over Al.
"This IS still a match, a title match, and a match where DQs apply at that," says Jonathan.
"But I don't think Chell quite realizes it!" Al says.
Chell waits for Gwen to get to her feet. Referee Lonny Cunningham tries to communicate to Chell that the steel steps are not legal. Chell does not get the message, and when Gwen gets up, Chell hurls the steps right at Gwen's skull!
"OH MY GOD! THAT'S not nice!" Jeremy cries.
"It's also not LEGAL!" Cris reiterates his prior point.
Referee Lonny Cunningham calls for the bell.
"Chell…Chell just got herself disqualified!" Al says in surprise.
"Here is your winner via disqualification, and still CCW Females Champion, Gwen Tennyson!" the ring announcer declares.
"Gwen Tennyson just retained the CCW Females Championship!" Cris says with a cheer despite the state that Gwen is now in.
"Good Lord!" Jonathan is aghast by the scene.
"I told you! I told you Gwen would find a way!" Cris brags.
"Yeah, but this wasn't Gwen's doing; this was all on Chell," Al says.
However, Chell doesn't even look perturbed by the announcement. Chell just mounts Gwen and starts punching away at her face repeatedly. Chell picks Gwen up and rams her face into the steel steps lying on the floor—not once, but twice. Chell then hits a Legsweep that causes Gwen to fall face-first onto the steps at a high velocity. Chell then nudges the steps away with her foot as Gwen writhes, clutching her face. Chell then goes to the timekeeper's area and picks up the ring bell.
"Can things get any WORSE?" Jeremy wonders aloud.
Clearly, the answer is yes, as Chell rushes and smashes Gwen's face with the ring bell. Following that, Chell picks up the bell hammer and rings the bell over and over again. That causes her to chuckle as the crowd cheers even louder now.
"Oh my God, look at Gwen," Al says with a touch of concern.
Gwen is bleeding profusely. Her entire forehead is now covered in blood. Chell looks at the heap known as Gwen Tennyson…and then starts to take apart Jonathan and Jeremy's announce table.
"Come on; enough's enough!" Cris exclaims, half a plea and half a disgusted decree.
"Chell is almost possessed right now; she's not even IMPASSIONED as she's doing this!" Al says.
"WHAT DID GWEN DO TO DESERVE THIS?" Gwen inquires in incredulity.
Chell pulls out one of the television monitors and grabs Gwen by her hair. With one hand, Chell guides Gwen to her feet. After Gwen reaches a vertical base, Chell takes the monitor with both hands and rams it hard into the skull of Tennyson!
"OH!" Jonathan shudders.
"That gash on Gwendolyn's head only looks even nastier!" Jeremy shouts.
"Is she DONE?" Al questions.
Chell looks around once more, looks at the announce table she has just stripped…and picks Gwen Tennyson up again.
"That would be a 'no' to that question, Al…" Jonathan says, starting to worry himself.
Chell brushes off the announce table. Chell takes Gwen's head and rams her headfirst into the announce table repeatedly, spreading her blood across the table with zero remorse.
"This is—this is ruthless!" Al proclaims.
"This is INHUMAN!" Cris yells.
Chell finally pushes Gwen's unresponsive body onto the table prone. Chell jumps onto the table herself.
"Is this it? Is this the 'HELL' that Chell prophesized?" Jeremy asks.
"It…it has to be! Gwen's a bloody mess!" Al points.
Chell picks Gwen up slowly—taking her time, taking in the cheers from the raucous crowd as they stand up for what Chell looks like she's about to do. Gwen doesn't even look conscious anymore as Chell gets her to her feet. Chell then hooks both of Gwen's arms and sets her up for a Double Arm DDT.
"Oh no…" Jonathan is frightened.
"Chell's gonna destroy Gwen!" Jeremy exclaims.
"Or destroy what's left of her!" Cris adds with fear of what's transpiring next to him.
…
Chell delivers the Double Arm DDT to Gwen right onto the table!
"And the table doesn't even bend! No give—no compunction, just like Chell's ruthless assault!" Jonathan proclaims.
"Did Gwen deserve ANY OF THIS?" Cris yells inquisitively.
"Well…we can't say that Chell didn't warn her…" Jeremy says in a reconciling yet still taken-aback tone. "She did say that Gwen could not 'ESCAPE HELL', and tonight…hell arrived – Chell had her violence."
"But Gwen is still the CCW Females Champion," Cris brings up.
"But at what cost? Chell just obliterated her, right here in front of us!" Jonathan says.
"…And now Chell's…just walking away…" Al blinks.
Indeed, Chell begins to walk back up the entrance ramp, as though nothing has even happened.
"Just when we thought that the mystery was over…" Jonathan says with a hand on his mouth.
Chell walks all the way to the back, and EMTs walk from the back, past Chell, down to where Gwen Ten lies motionless. The medical staff tends to the Females Champion as the crowd comes to a hush, in awe of the scene before them.
The crowd's shouts and screams get even louder from seeing this moment in XX history, the night the Portal Powerhouse arrived and made an immediate impact, destroying the then—and current—Females Champion of the World. Trixie, having seen this moment, stands in the ring with eyes starting to twitch and hair still in her hands…and possibly her gritted teeth actually chattering…
"Ah…what memories…"
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…
…
…and then…the notes of Evanescence going off over the loudspeakers is enough to send the entire audience in a frenzy!
[Hold on to me, love
You know I can't stay long
All I wanted to say was
"I love you and I'm not afraid," ohhhh]
("My Last Breath" by Evanescence plays)
"ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, TRIXIE!" Al shouts.
"IT'S ABOUT TIME!" Cris yells.
Trixie hears "My Last Breath" and sees the lights in the building start to get bluer as the song goes on, the orange portal still shining on the stage. Trixie's eyes widen at first…and then dilate and narrow as she stands by, one foot planted on Wheatley as she waits, not seeing Chell just yet.
"Be careful what you wish for, my friend, because you might just get it!" Jeremy adds.
…
…
Seconds later, to the delight of the Scottrade Center, out comes the silent one herself Chell onto the stage!
"CHELL IS HERE!" Al exclaims. "CHELL IS HERE! FIFTEEN WEEKS REMOVED FROM HER DEBUT, CHELL'S HERE ON XX 20!"
"And Trixie may be about to regret the MOUTHFUL she just let loose…" Jeremy says.
A stoic grimace is on Chell's face…as she stands on the stage, having walked from the back rather than entering the arena via the orange portal that is now beside her.
"…I was expecting her to come out of that portal she put down; I guess not…" Cris remarks. "Trixie looked like she was expecting it too…"
Trixie glares at Chell, keeping her composure with a foot still planted on Wheatley like a trapped soccer ball. The Fairly OddParents character controls her breathing as she stares down Chell, and Chell stares down right back at her…
…
…
…and Chell crouches down, keeping her eyes locked on Trixie…as she reaches inside the orange portal next to her…
"Hold on… Speaking of that portal…" Al murmurs.
…
…
…
…and Chell grabs and pulls out a steel chain from the portal…standing up with the chain clenched…and starting to walk down the ramp while holding on…
…
…and as Chell walks towards Trixie, she drags the chain…and Sissi Delmas with her, the latter being wrapped up in Chell's chain, bleeding from the forehead!
"What the hell…?!" Cris blinks twice.
"Chell's got some luggage…" Jeremy says with a shiver.
"…That's Sissi Delmas…wrapped up in that chain Chell's taking with her, getting DRAGGED down the ramp…" Al says, "…and Chell hasn't taken her eyes off of Trixie even one bit!"
"That is an EERIE symbol to give to somebody right there!" Jeremy comments.
Trixie watches Chell drag Sissi down the ramp, the blood from Sissi's forehead actually leaving a trail behind Chell with every step as the Portal character reaches ringside, still locked onto a seemingly fazed Trixie Tang, who stands her ground on top of Wheatley, either frozen up or stubborn.
[Can you heeeaaar meeee?
Can you feel me in your aaaaarms?
Holding my last breeeeeaaath!
Safe inside myseeeeelf
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet raptured light, it ends here tonight!]
Chell keeps her eyes on Trixie…holding onto the chain and pulling Sissi's motionless carcass next to her…before giving the chain one hard yank, unceremoniously freeing Sissi from it, letting her sanguine body fall to the hard ground next to her.
"I don't think I want to know what kind of damage got done on Sissi…" Jeremy convulses in dread.
"We may be ABOUT TO get a demonstration of what kind of damage it was from Chell right here and right now!" Al exclaims.
"On whom?! A demonstration on whom? On TRIXIE?" Cris hollers.
"No, on Larry the Cable Guy—HELL YES, on Trixie!" Jeremy sarcastically and then very coarsely answers Collinsworth. "Here we go!"
…
With chain in hand, Chell quickly reaches the ring apron…
…and as soon as she gets there, Trixie decides to take the initiative and charge at Chell to knock her back down to the floor, but Chell sees her coming and blocks the oncoming punch, using her other hand with the chain in it to push Trixie backwards! Trixie tumbles away, which allows Chell to enter the ring now. Chell immediately charges at Trixie, going for a Lariat…but Trixie ducks it and starts Forearming at Chell's face with fury!
"Trixie wanted Chell, and now she's got her!" Al says. "And now she's taking it TO Chell!"
"I don't know if she's operating on courage or anger and desperation; I'm inclined to believe it's the latter!" Jeremy shouts.
"Get her, Trixie! Don't even let her BREATHE, like how YOU couldn't breathe last week!" Cris rallies behind Trixie.
Trixie lands nine quick Forearm Smashes at Chell and grabs her by her ears, exclaiming, "YOU COST ME MY STREAK, BUT YOU WILL STILL NEVER BE MEEEE!" After this, Trixie hits the ropes…
…
…
…
…and is hurled extremely high into the air with a Back Body Drop from Chell!
"OH MY GOODNESS GRAVY ON TOP OF COUSCOUS!" Jeremy shouts. "DID YOU SEE HOW HIGH SHE WAS THROWN UP FROM THAT?!"
"I FELT HOW HIGH!" Cris exclaims with tears. "THAT MAY HAVE HURT TIMMY'S BACK, IT LOOKED SO PAINFUL! GAAAAH! DAMN IT!"
"YOU HAD TO FIGURE THIS WAS COMING IN FULL FORCE!" Al shouts. "AND YOU'RE SEEING IT NOW—CHELL ON TRIXIE TANG!"
Trixie is heavily disoriented from the high Back Body Drop from Chell, and the Portal protagonist sees this and starts wrapping the steel chain around her fist. Chell clenches her hand and sees Trixie turning around…
…
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…and receives her with a Chain-Aided Punch to the stomach, doubling Trixie over! Trixie holds her gut in pain while almost dropping to her knees, but Chell grabs her hair and hangs onto it to keep Tang standing. Trixie coughs, feeling pain akin to that of Jenny Wakeman during their match, ironically enough…
…
…and Chell clocks Trixie with a chain-laden fist to the back of the head, knocking Trixie Tang down with authority!
"CHELL'S DANGEROUS ON HER OWN, BUT CHELL WITH A STEEL CHAIN IS AN ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE!" Al shouts.
"A NIGHTMARE TRIXIE TANG IS SMACK-DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF!" Jeremy adds.
Chell unwraps her fist and holds onto the chain while Trixie groans prone on the mat…and Chell proceeds to start whipping Trixie in the back with the chain, eyes lit up with rage with each and every lash nonstop!
"AND IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE FOR HER! CHAIN SWIPES TO THE SPINE!" Al exclaims.
"YOU'RE GONNA GIVE HER BACNE, CHELL! STOP!" Cris cries.
"Yeah, you think THAT'S gonna work?! GUESS AGAIN!" Jeremy shouts.
Chell continues to lash Trixie's back with chain strike after chain strike, reaching six…seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven…twelve…thirteen…fourteen shots with the chain before dropping the weapon and staring at the downed Trixie in front of her. The crowd is roaring with pleasure as Chell gazes at her enemy…
…
…and then, with Trixie writhing, turns her head and notices her core Wheatley near the ropes.
"…The first we've seen of Chell taking her eyes off of Trixie…and it's to put those eyes on that which belongs to her…" Al speaks.
"And I think Chell wants him back!" Jeremy remarks.
Chell walks over to Wheatley, who looks up and sees Chell above him…and Wheatley says, "Man alive, I was beginning to wonder if you'd EVER come back for me… Heh, I'm kidding, of course. I KNEW you would! Knew you would—never had a doubt. Considering how valuable I am to you, if I'm allowed to flatter myself here, it was only a matter of time… Well, that, and I would hope that you also came for me because you like me or care for old Wheatley here, heheh. I certainly care for you, Chell, my friend. I'm happy to see you again right now after all of this time! And I truly mean that; I'm not saying it just because of the crummy treatment I've gotten from Madam Trixie in the past number of weeks, being used and abused for that time. We have to catch up on those things; I mean, you would not BELIEVE—"
Chell grabs Wheatley off of the canvas, staring at the core in her grasp and taking in what Trixie did to him, not only with the physical but also and especially the aesthetic damage Trixie did with her makeup. And the more Chell looks at this…the angrier it makes her, as though such a thing could be possible at this point.
"Chell reunited with Wheatley…but this is NOT a happy reunion judging from the look on Chell's face…" Jeremy says.
"Chell looking at the defacing that Trixie's done to him," Al observes.
Trixie writhes on the canvas, groaning and starting to slowly come to, pushing herself up and to her knees. Blood is visible on the back of Trixie's pink wrestling gear, said blood having been drawn due to the chain whipping. The pretty girl, not seeing Chell with Wheatley yet, starts to rise to at least her knees…and as this is happening, Chell turns to look at Tang, nothing but malice on her brain.
"Chell may be about to deface TRIXIE right now, and by that I mean flat-out REMOVING her face from her entire body!" Jeremy proclaims.
"No, no! Trixie, you've gotta move! You've gotta MOVE!" Cris whines.
Trixie kneels…and Chell measures…
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…and…Trixie is just BARELY able to notice Chell coming at her with Wheatley wielded! Trixie hastily drops back down and rolls out of the ring entirely, wasting no motion as she exits from Chell's destruction. The crowd is disappointed and makes that known with boos as Chell shoots a glare at the flown Trixie…who is now on her posterior outside of the ring looking at a still unmoving Sissi Delmas beside her.
"And Trixie NARROWLY getting away there! Chell was about to crown her with Wheatley, the core Trixie had the chutzpah to STEAL, but Trixie rolled out of harm's way!" Al exclaims.
"PHEW!" Cris sighs in relief. "That was TOO CLOSE… Oh my…"
"Trixie's looking at Sissi right now…and I think that in and of itself only COMPOUNDS matters and puts in HER mind just how close it was…" Jeremy comments.
Trixie looks between the bleeding Sissi and the boiling Chell, one a victim of the other, the victim perhaps an epistle for Tang herself to go with what she's already felt.
…
"Is it finally starting to set in now?"
Chell keeps her glare on Trixie as Trixie now turns her head behind her to look at the source of the AI's voice. The look on Trixie's face is a mix of the remains of her anger and concern over her well-being that was nearly jeopardized earlier.
"I must have forewarned you about it countless times…but is this the moment where you understand just how much you've infuriated her? …And then the Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System tells you that this is ONLY a glance at that rage? I made it very clear to you the role I played in Chell's life: central core…test overseer…attempted murderer…and two-time casualty by her hands. The only reason why I'm playing any role in her life today is because this time, I'm on the CORRECT side of her…the side that's going to watch the hatred she held against me get projected upon you."
GLaDOS's voice sends a chill up the bleeding spine of Trixie, one she is unable to conceal as the fans are ecstatic.
"When Chell gave me trouble after trouble in Aperture and proved to be too much of a headache for me to bear or try to kill, I let her leave. I set the monster free so I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. In setting that monster free, I also freed myself in the process, saving myself from more discord beyond my control. …But you don't get to have that luxury. You have the wrath of Chell on your shoulders and no one, especially not I, can help you. On behalf of the monster, I'm informing you, Trixie Tang, that in eight nights you get to feel my pain. At the event entitled CCW Pandemonium, you will fight her."
The crowd cheers for this declaration from GLaDOS while Chell, holding Wheatley, picks up the chain from the canvas in her other hand and keeps looking at Trixie.
"You will fight Chell…and just so you don't deviate from the bravado and attitude I have on file for you, there's going to be a chain wrapped around your wrist…just like the one Chell is holding right now."
Chell tightens her fist around the chain in hand, Trixie looking at her and the chain while blinking incessantly. Trixie then turns back to the source of GLaDOS's voice again, possibly about to protest…but she doesn't get the chance:
"You and Chell will be bound to each other by that fifteen-inch steel chain, so that should you be inclined to run, you won't be getting very far. You'll be helpless and at the mercy of a dehumanized mute lunatic who wants to kill you. It's going to be a lot of fun…for me to watch. You, however, are going to find what awaits you FAR less fun."
Trixie shakes her head and puts a scowl on her face, scooting backward up the ramp and starting to stand up, watching Chell keep her focus pointed solely at the Nickelodeon character. The fans pipe in with a symphony of "CHELL'S GONNA KILL YOU! CHELL'S GONNA KILL YOU!" chants, only causing Trixie to shake her head even more vigorously.
"Pandemonium…Trixie Tang…versus Chell…one-on-one in CCW's first-ever Chain Match. The perfect outing for the perfect occasion. As it were fifteen weeks ago when Chell arrived here…so it is now…
"…
"You truly can't escape hell."
"My Last Breath" plays as Chell, Wheatley in one hand and steel chain in the other, uses the chain she's holding the chain with to point at the retreating Trixie Tang…point to the advertisement for Pandemonium on the stage's Minitron…and signal Trixie's demise with a slow, methodical cutthroat gesture.
"The words 'hell to pay' could never be more appropriate than they happen to be this instant…" Al says.
"Chell versus Trixie Tang in a CHAIN MATCH…oh my…" Jeremy speaks. "Oh my…if Trixie's back is any indicator…if SISSI'S any indicator…and if the words of GLaDOS are any indicator…Trixie Tang might be headed for a world of hurt unlike anything we can possibly imagine…"
"The return match from Nevermore, and with a steel chain in the mix, the violence factor's going to be much higher the second time around!" Al exclaims.
"…But the result won't be different than the FIRST time around…" Cris manages to say. "Trixie will win again… She will…"
Trixie yells off-mic at Chell, "I DON'T CARE WHAT A COMPUTER SAYS! I'M GONNA BEAT YOU AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?! IT'S GONNA HAPPEN!"
Chell stoically stares at Trixie Tang and raises Wheatley over her head, the cheers of the crowd getting louder and the songs of "CHELL'S GONNA KILL YOU!" echoing inside the Scottrade Center, Portal protagonist and Fairly OddParents female on a pathway to each other in eight days.
"Pandemonium ramifications ALL AROUND tonight!" Al says. "We have Demon's Dungeon in place, we have a Chain Match challenge dished out…and the XX brand's main event AS OF NOW is Tennyson vs. Schaeffer vs. Wakeman…but we could be adding 'vs. Sonia' to the end of that should our main event still to come tonight goes in a certain direction."
"Oh baby, Street Fight still on the way," Jeremy rubs his hands together. "Mystique Sonia against Gwen Tennyson, and EVERYBODY on this building wants to see the First and Only get knocked off and knocked OUT here in St. Louis; will we get to see? I hope so, buddy—I'm FEELING it! I'm feeling it!"
"You shouldn't be feeling it, otherwise the next thing you feel will be disappointment!" Cris says. "Hell, if you have faith in Miss Weak Sonia and that leg of hers, then frankly, you're setting yourself UP for disappointment! Our goddess—"
"Our 'goddess' has been running her mouth all evening long, to Aelita, to Sonia, to Jenny and to everybody earlier in the show," Al says, "and I think the entire world would want nothing more than to see Sonia shut her up and punch her ticket to the main event and make it a Fatal Four-Way for the gold. Will it happen? We HOPE it happens! Stay tuned LIVE for more XX 20!"
"…YOU hope…" Cris grumbles with crossed arms. "Don't put words in MY mouth…"
{Commercial Break}
Backstage we go after the quick commercial break…and it's Maria Menounos once again with a sultry smile.
"Who said that too much of a good thing was bad for you?" Maria chuckles with a touch of arrogant teasing. "Heheh…it's Maria Menounos again, here to tell you that I'm hot, I'm undefeated at WrestleMania, and I'm standing by with Artemis Crock's opponent tonight in the Special Attraction bout, 'The Mother of Dragons' and quite possibly someone reviled by Gwen Tennyson because of that moniker, Daenerys Targaryen."
The crowd gives a mixed (though mostly positive) reaction, similar to the reaction given to the Stark Sisters, but it is loud for the Game of Thrones female…who appears next to Maria, her stoic demeanor and poise self-evident immediately. Daenerys turns to look at Maria, waiting for her to address the Queen of Meereen.
"I guess that since you're the Mother of Dragons, YOU'RE getting Emmy's support what with Emily Elizabeth in two slings instead of a match to prepare for," Maria starts off with a witticism. "Just letting you know that you have that pressure on your shoulders on top of the pressure of the match already. With that said, who really is Daenerys Targaryen? What's St. Louis, Missouri to expect from you when you can't use your winged beasts to do your bidding in a CCW ring?"
Daenerys turns to Maria, sensing the attempts at satirical wit from the interviewer. "…Daoruni gīmī… I am capable of and COMFORTABLE with hurting my foes using only what you see before you. There is more than one thing that makes me dangerous and effective in the heat of battle…and the most dangerous thing about Daenerys Targaryen is not her dragons, which she will be leaving behind her for this match…but the mind she possesses and will be taking with her into the ring. Weapons are useless in the hands of fools, of feeble minds…but out of the entire Fiction Wrestling Multiverse Draft Class for Character Championship Wrestling, my mind is the strongest, so strong that it actually IS my weapon. I use this to its fullest every day in all endeavors, to wit my way closer to the Iron Throne I seek. I've achieved countless victories, liberated many men, and caused a great deal of casualties along the way, all with what is lodged in my skull. And through those means, the presence I've cast over Westeros will descend over this place too…starting with Artemis Crock."
Maria blinks and exhales, getting a touch of a chill from Targaryen's words and delivery of them. Daenerys keeps her eyes locked onto Maria, waiting for her next word.
"For a girl who's entering this match with less experience than Artemis, you sound pretty certain of yourself…" Maria eventually says.
"Maria…to those who know of me in any capacity, I have guaranteed that here, I will leave a trail of FIRE AND BLOOD in my wake…" Daenerys says in response to this, "…and that's something I am VERY experienced in."
Maria exhales once again and nods, getting the message loud and clear from the Mother of Dragons…and Daenerys asks her, "Anything else?"
Maria shrugs. "No, I think that's…it…" Maria takes a step back on her pause…
…
…
…as Lisa Simpson stands in front of Daenerys Targaryen. The daughter of Homer and the daughter of Aerys II stand eye to eye with one another, the latter curious on the former's presence there at the moment being. After a few seconds, Lisa elaborates.
"Queen Daenerys…of House Targaryen…the First of Her Name…" Lisa speaks. "With your roots, your powers and your standing in Essos…you know about the power of destiny better than almost anyone…" Lisa looks away briefly and chuckles…before looking back at Dany. "…ALMOST anyone… But in this world of Fiction Wrestling…there exist two individuals who are more destined than you happen to be in your world. You're looking at one…and the other…is on her way."
Lisa chuckles once more and then smirks at the stoic Daenerys. "Welcome to CCW…" Lisa adds as she walks away.
Maria watches on with an intrigued look on her face, mouthing, "Who is this partner?" while Daenerys gazes in the direction Lisa walked off in. The words of the self-professed Crown Jewel sink in…but then Targaryen switches her attention to the matter which concerns her: her match with Artemis.
"Well, we heard from Artemis… Now we've heard from Daenerys Targaryen, her opponent," Jeremy says. "We've met them, and later on, we're going to see them compete; I'm looking forward to that!"
"And not only are we going to see Game of Thrones meet Young Justice in our Special Attraction, but we will also, at SOME point tonight, meet this partner-in-destiny of Lisa Simpson that has been advertised all evening," says Al. "Lisa's been talking to everyone about it—Emmy, the Olympic Entourage, now Daenerys…"
"It's big news, Michaels!" Cris asserts. "Everybody who's anybody should have their eyes on that arrival! The entirety of XX, most CERTAINLY the XX Tag Team Division, should be watching for it! That's what I'M excited about!"
"Well, now I'm wondering just who this person is too!" Jeremy says. "Especially with what we've gotten for the past hour plus on this program! We've seen Yumi Ishiyama make her CCW debut and Fiction Wrestling RETURN; we've seen Dora the Explorer back in action; we—"
[They…say…
They don't…trust…
You…me…
We…us…
So we'll…fall…
If we…must…
'Cause it's you…me
And it's all about, it's all about]
("All About Us" by t.A.T.u. plays)
Al is cut off by "All About Us" and boos en masse from the Scottrade Center as pink lighting engulfs the building with concentric hearts on the big screen letting everyone know who is on their way.
"…And I just got the Jonathan treatment…" Jeremy blinks.
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup appear onstage, the Commander and Leader of the PPG standing in the middle while the Joy & Laughter and Toughest Fighter wear the CCW Women's Tag Team Championship Belts around their waists. The PPG look to one another with pleased grins, fresh off of their handiwork after the Stark Sisters/Koldblooded match, which the fans still hold in memory as more of a reason to boo and hiss at the "greatest heroines of all time". Blossom leads her sisters down the ramp to the ring, ignoring the crowd signs of, "POWERF**K GIRLS" and "FALLEN heroines…"
"The Powerpuff Girls now en route to the ring, unannounced and unsolicited," Al says, "and they're looking mighty proud of themselves after what they did earlier tonight…"
"These people sure aren't proud of them, and neither am I," Jeremy declares.
"Really? I'm THRILLED!" Cris says. "What would CCW XX 20 be without an appearance from our GREATEST women's tag team, the reason why at the 2014 FWAs, there will be a FEMALE Tag Team of the Year Award for the first time: the CCW Women's Tag Team Champions of the World, the Powerpuff Girls!"
[It's all about us! (All about us!)
It's all about, all about us! (All about us!)
There's a thing that they can't touch
'Cause ya know (ah-ah!)
It's all about us! (All about us!)
It's all about, all about us! (All about us!)
We'll run away if we must!
'Cause ya know (ah-ah!)
It's all about us… (It's all about us)
It's all about love… (It's all about us)
In you I can trust… (It's all about us)
It's all about us…]
Blossom enters the ring between the ropes and splays her arms, spinning around and smiling, flaunting like her sisters who both climb the same turnbuckle and stand there, flashing near-identical smirks before leaping up and over inside the squared circle. While they are looking for reverence from the fans, they only receive hisses and jeers of disdain and contempt.
"…Well, you can't argue against the magnitude of the impact they've made on women's wrestling; you can certainly debate the MEANS of what they've done, including but not limited to their devastation of the Wakeman family AND tonight's actions," Al speaks.
Blossom grabs a microphone from the grasp of timekeeper Mickey MacElroy while Bubbles and Buttercup flank either side of their sibling and fellow Champion. The fact that she has a microphone only elevates the dander of St. Louis.
"Bubbles and Buttercup with the Women's Tag Team Titles…and Blossom with a microphone," Jeremy says as "All About Us" dies down.
Blossom wraps the tip of her arm around the mic and starts talking, the boos of the crowd not deterring her. "Sugar…spice…and everything nice… These were the ingredients chosen to create the greatest women's tag team of all time…" Blossom smirks as the boos get louder. "But Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction: …Chemical X… Thus the Powerpuff Girls were born. Using their talent and their unmatched prowess, Blossom…Bubbles…and Buttercup…have dedicated their lives to making OUR Women's Tag Team Division the best there is and will ever be…to making XX the best WRESTLING SHOW there is and will ever be…and to raising the bar of this business so high every chance we got that we were going to be chased for all eternity." Blossom chuckles. "And THAT'S what we've done. That's what we've created. You can shake your heads and boo all you like, but it wasn't Koldblooded or the Stark Sisters that were responsible for this—WE are the ones who are responsible for this! They don't deserve to get a celebration! It's not their place for it! If any tag team deserves to be celebrated tonight, it's the one who RUNS THIS! The team that made ALL of this a reality, the one that's carrying the Belts!"
Bubbles and Buttercup remove their Championships from their waists and raise the Belts up over their heads, Blossom nodding in approval as the CCW fans voice their displeasure with "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"
Blossom frowns and growls on the microphone. "REALLY? WE SUCK? REALLY? REALLY?! Is THAT what you want to think?! …Just like you are when we save your lives—STILL saving your lives, lives that are devoid of meaning without our existence—you're nothing but ingrates who turned your backs on us thinking that you were going to be supporting someone BETTER! But Techno-Tongue WASN'T better, were they? They sure weren't better than us on XX 15 when we DEFEATED them to earn these Titles! They sure weren't better than us at Nevermore when we RETAINED these Titles!" These mentions from Blossom garner more and louder boos and jeers. Blossom continues, "And if you think that THEY deserve any credit for the XX Tag Team empire, you're sadly mistaken! THEY weren't the ones who made FWA Tag Team of the Year a UNISEXUAL award last year. You didn't see THEM on the stage next to the Dragon Kids, Canada's Most Wanted, Team 2D, the Angry Beavers, the South Park Four—THEY'RE not the reason why there's going to be a Female Tag Team of the Year award at this year's FWAs! That would be your REIGNING CCW Women's Tag Team Champions—not the FORMER Champions, the CURRENT Champions."
Bubbles listens to the boos of the crowd, holding one side of her face where her ear would be, and she taps Blossom's shoulder. Blossom peers over to her sister and asks, "What is it?"
Bubbles speaks into the mic, "Bloss, I don't think that these people like what they're listening to… It's as if they don't believe us…or they just want us to be quiet…"
Some fans cheer for the prospect of the PPG being quiet, as Bubbles mentioned.
"Okay, I hear it… What's your point?" Blossom asks her sister.
"My point IS…if these people want us to be quiet, why don't they prove us wrong?" Bubbles says. "Why don't we just leave ourselves open for somebody, I don't know, to try and step up to us and take what's rightfully ours?"
Buttercup steps forward at this point. "You dummy, don't you remember? We already DID that; we did it last week on XX when we issued an open challenge for Pandemonium," she says. "We've ALREADY thrown the opportunity out there. And in the span of seven whole days, do you know how many people have tweeted us, contacted us, come to us, or told us that they want to take our Titles and think that they have a shot? …NONE! NOBODY has uttered a SINGLE PEEP to us about it! They've all clammed up! We've shut THEM up!"
"Buttercup, calm down!" Blossom implores her sister. "Calm yourself, okay? …I mean, think this over for a moment… We're the Powerpuff Girls. …We're the greatest trio of heroines the world has ever seen. We're the team that is going to put down a so-called Hall of Fame-caliber 'heroine' at Pride & Glory along with victim to be determined and retain these Titles yet again, which leads me to ANOTHER point: we're currently holding the Titles that say we are the BEST TAG TEAM without Y chromosomes on the ENTIRE PLANET, and you're expecting somebody to be dumb enough to just come right to our door and challenge us? …Buttercup, you've got to understand here… We're the best. We're BETTER than the best. We are UNABLE TO BE MATCHED. And if nobody wants to come around and take the route to us to answer our industry-wide challenge, that can only mean one thing. That means that the ENTIRE WORLD of women's tag team wrestling is automatically CONCEDING DEFEAT to US!"
This declaration puts a smirk on Buttercup's face, gets giggles from Bubbles, and gets furious boos from everybody else.
"You got it, Blossom! You got it!" Cris agrees.
"Oh, boy…" Jeremy sighs. "Here she goes…"
"They KNOW they can't beat us! They KNOW that when we say we are unstoppable, we are 100% CORRECT in that statement! They know what we're capable of! They see what we've done here in this company and they are all TREMBLING, and they don't even have the guts to tremble IN FRONT OF US! They're trembling behind closed doors, as though we aren't supposed to KNOW they're afraid! Well, we know… I KNOW… The Powerpuff Girls are more than aware…" Blossom proclaims. "…But you know something? …This is the holiday season in real time, and the Powerpuff Girls are good proponents of Christmas. Heck, we SAVED Christmas one year and delivered all of the presents just for Santa. THAT'S the kind of heroines we are. So here's a Christmas present come early: forget about Pandemonium. Forget about the eight days between now and then. It's XX 20, so why don't we CELEBRATE this…by turning the clock forward and having a CCW Women's Tag Team Title Match RIGHT NOW?!"
The crowd pops for this proposition, surely wanting to see a team—ANY team at all—meet and beat the Powerpuff Girls and dethrone them just before Pride & Glory!
"HO-HO! HOLD ON HERE!" Jeremy exclaims. "Tag Team Title Match TONIGHT?! But Pride & Glory's just days away!"
"Indeed it is, but even with Pride & Glory approaching, Blossom has once again mouthed off to the entire world of women's tag team wrestling, and they want a match right now!" Al says. "I don't think they intend on leaving here until they get one either!"
"I'm all for it! Let's have our best tag team on the show remind the world why they're just that!" Cris says. "Question is, is anybody gonna answer THIS challenge? The LAST one just collected dust!"
Blossom looks around the arena and taunts, "Anyone? Anyone? Come on; it's a Christmas gift! You should be lining up in DROVES for this! Where are you, Azure Blitz? Where are you, Highschool of the Dead? Where are you, Wonderland-Oz Experience? What about you, Kankers? Slashers? Hart of Hyuuga? Evil Beauty? Demon Sisters? Star-Lina? Ripley and Makino? House Sisters? Wells Cousins? …I know I'm missing some, or is that really all there is in the kitty litter? Come on!"
Blossom continues encouraging with a semi-nice attitude, still in the "Christmas spirit" as she beckons for a challenge with her sisters. However, no one appears to arrive, which makes Buttercup angry in particular, the smirk on her face unable to conceal such.
"Do I need to start asking MALE teams to get their sexes changed so we can have competition?" Blossom asks, almost inciting a riot in the audience (though a few of the fans actually laugh). "We're not going anywhere! There's no Special Attraction Match… There's no Street Fight… There's only US and our Belts. You can even pick which two of us you want to face! We're being COMPLETELY generous right now! All we want for Christmas is a challenge to put down! Why can't we get that?"
"YOU ALL SUCK! YOU ALL SUCK! YOU ALL SUCK!" chants the crowd at the PPG, not taking kindly to any of their speech.
"…Come on, not AGAIN…" Cris says. "Is the rest of the world that AFRAID to face the Powerpuffs? I can't blame them, but Blossom's being diplomatic! She's giving the opposition the option of choosing which girls defend via the Freebird Rule; she doesn't have to do that!"
"She also doesn't have to take up time on this program to gloat and brag and make us all sick, but she managed to slip that into her timeframe well, didn't she?" Al derisively remarks.
"If you're worried about us getting ourselves DQ'd, there's a World Class Rule that means we LOSE THE TITLES if we do that! Does THAT give you any more incentive?!" Blossom asks. "We're laying ourselves on the table! Do we need to let you get the first punch? We'll do that! Maybe we'll even let you get a near-fall or two if it'll give you the confidence! WE ARE RIGHT HERE! WHAT ARE ALL OF YOU WAITING FOR?! COME HERE AND PROVE US WRONG! TRY TO CONVINCE US THAT WE AREN'T—"
[Wait…
…
Are you the one everyone is talking about?
…
Yes…I'm Sailor Mars.
They all call me…
"Flame Sniper."
…
Are you ready?]
The sound of a gunshot is heard, and the entire Scottrade Center explodes with it!
"WHAT?!" Jeremy, Al and Cris all exclaim.
The fans in attendance recognize these lyrics, as do Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup; the three of them gasp in unison, their eyes somehow going wider than they already happen to be. Bubbles's arms begin to shake as she seemingly hyperventilates in the ring!
"NO!" Cris shouts.
"THERE IS NO WAY!" Jeremy hollers.
"NO!" Cris repeats.
"THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO FREAKING WAY!" Jeremy shakes his head, refusing to believe what he's hearing.
Bubbles looks at Blossom and Buttercup and cries out, "I WASN'T READY FOR THIS! I WASN'T READY FOR THIS!"
"HERE?!" Al hollers in disbelief. "HERE ON XX 20?!"
"I REPEAT: THERE IS NO WAY!" Jeremy exclaims. "IF THIS IS WHO IT IS…"
"BUBBLES IS IN A PANIC! BUTTERCUP'S CONFUSED! BLOSSOM IS BESIDE HERSELF! THE POWERPUFF GIRLS THREW DOWN THE CHALLENGE TO ANYBODY; THERE IS NO WAY THEY EXPECTED THIS!" Al screams.
…
[Shizuka ni moeru no ga
Watashi no yarikata yo
Sensei kougeki koi mo tatakai mo onaji
Yume mite inagara mo
Kokoro atsuku moeru
Hoshii to omottara tsukamitoranakya dame]
Blossom tries to calm her sisters down inside the ring from this unforeseen occurrence…though she herself is having trouble keeping herself composed at the moment. The fans are going ballistic in the Scottrade Center, the night just getting more and more momentous…
…
…
…
…
…and out she comes from backstage! Bubbles drops to her bottom inside the ring, inches away from fainting in utter shock while Buttercup remains standing against the ropes with jaw agape, speechless! Blossom puts both of her hand on top of her head, not buying into what she's seeing at first but virtually having no choice! The crowd is STUNNED!
…
Long black hair and all, red skirt and shoes included, long white gloves with a white and red dress and a golden headband, there she stands on the XX stage staring at the Powerpuff Girls with focused eyes…intense eyes…
…
…large eyes…
…TOO large of eyes…
…
…
…and no fingers…and no nose…
…and it is at this moment where the CCW fans start to viciously boo.
"…OH MY GWEN, IT'S SAILOR MARS!" Cris begins to mark out. "SAILOR MARS IS HERE! ON XX 20! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, GUYS! THE SENSHI SHOWSTOPPER, THE FLAME SNIPER, THE TEN-TIME WCW WOMEN'S CHAMPION! SHE'S ARRIVED ON CCW'S SATURDAY NIGHT TELEVISION! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!"
"…Yeah…UNBELIEVABLE…" Jeremy gags at Cris's blatant mockery. "Unbelievable indeed because THAT AIN'T MARS! That's…that's… I don't even KNOW what that is!"
"I'll tell you what this is: this is DESPICABLE! They had the whole crowd fooled!" Al shouts. "They had US fooled! And look at them! Look at them acting up in there!" Al points to the Powerpuff Girls still being "shocked" inside the ring as "Sailor Mars" walks to the ring.
Jeremy looks closer at the caricature and blinks twice. "Wait a minute! …Does she even have a nose? …Does she even have HANDS? Those gloves don't look like they have fingers!"
"…What the hell…?!" Al is bewildered.
"…Al, this may be just me, but 'Sailor Mars' looks a little bit like…like a POWERPUFF GIRL…" Jeremy shares his discovery.
"WHAT?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THAT IS PLAIN-AS-DAY SAILOR MARS RIGHT THERE!" Cris shouts in "excitement".
"WILL YOU JUST BE QUIET, COLLINSWORTH?!" Al scolds his colleague. "DAMN IT!"
"Sailor Mars" enters the ring and stands in front of the Powerpuff Girls, who are doing their best to collect themselves after being completely floored by "Mars's" appearance. As the music dies down, there is no standing ovation for "Mars"; there is only a rousing round of boos and hisses as the Powerpuffs are quite passively taking delight in this. The crowd vulgarly chants "F**K YOU ALL! F**K YOU ALL! F**K YOU ALL!" quite livid with being fooled.
Blossom looks at "Sailor Mars" and says, "…I…I…I-I don't know what to SAY! …Sailor Mars?" Now the mention of her name garners a massive amount of boos as the fans know it's not Mars. "…SAILOR MARS? I know I left it open to everybody, but we have a match at Pride & Glory for the Tag Team Titles! I thought you would wait your turn, but…I guess when the challenge presents itself like that, not even a Hall of Famer can restrain herself, right? Heheh…oh man… Oh man, you've got to excuse me for a second—Bubbles and Buttercup need to collect themselves; girls, are you okay?"
Bubbles manages to nod her head and flash a quick smile while Buttercup raises her hand to give Blossom what would be a thumbs-up if she had hands.
Blossom nods. "Good, good… I was worried… I'll admit: none of us saw this coming, you know…but now that I think about it, maybe we should have considering the POWER behind the Powerpuffs. We've changed the entire landscape of women's tag team wrestling. We're doing things that are being replicated but will never, EVER be duplicated because THIS is the true deal. THIS is the real thing. And our reputations precede themselves now like they should, because NAME ME ANOTHER TAG TEAM that can get SAILOR MARS to show her face here unforeseen and unannounced! Who has that kind of power? The Starks? Koldblooded? Techno-Tongue? Think again!"
Blossom looks up and down at "Mars" and exhales. "So…'Flame Sniper'…I guess you'll be cashing in your Tag Team Title shot TONIGHT instead of at the Mega Event…but that leaves one important question: who and where's your partner?"
"Sailor Mars" hears Blossom…and points to the entrance stage, motioning for someone to appear there. The PPG all watch the stage, though the crowd is rather disgusted and doesn't exactly want to play along with this. Blossom waits for the arrival of "Mars's" companion…
…
…
…
…
…
…but not a soul appears there, much to "Sailor Mars's" bemusement.
Blossom says, "…Well? Where is she?!"
"Mars" just shakes her head and shrugs at Blossom, who rolls her eyes.
"…Seriously? You don't KNOW?" Blossom would have raised an eyebrow if she had a defined one. "Did you FORGET? I don't see how you could have forgotten. I mean, come on! You have ZERO partners? Did you prepare for this AT ALL? …I'm flabbergasted here. It doesn't exactly seem like you to have absolutely no backup whatsoever in a situation when it calls for it. I mean…you had backup with the Sailor Scouts in that Toon Women's Championship reign that Sailor Moon won for you… You had backup when WCW first went under and you were out of a job…"
"Sailor Mars" nods in agreement with these statements from Blossom.
"You had the PERFECT fallback plan laid out for you as soon as the merger went public!" Blossom states. "Force the Fox was RIGHT THERE to pick you up to make you feel loved again and keep that career moving, wasn't he? Isn't he a great guy? Saw something in you even though your foot only got in the door because of a Title reign you had to share with, what, four, five other people? Do I sound upset right now, Mars? Do I sound upset to you?" Blossom asks.
"Sailor Mars" takes a moment…and she nods her head to affirm that Blossom does seem mad.
"Well, I AM upset, Mars! I'm upset, but it has nothing to do with that shared reign," Blossom says. "If I was upset over that, I'd be a hypocrite, right? Bubbles, Buttercup and I did almost the EXACT same thing when WE were Toon Women's Champion together. We can't judge on that…but we CAN judge on what happened after WCW, after 2001. How long were you waiting in that unemployment line before that freaking fox pulled you out of it and gave you a home? How long was it, Mars? A month? A few months? A few WEEKS? A year? It couldn't have been that long… You were already covered; you already had the spoon in your mouth…even though there's no such anime as 'Sailor Mars' but there's a SHOW, a MOVIE and even an ANIME for the POWERPUFF GIRLS. …While it only took you TICKS to get another line of work, the three of us had to WAIT. We had to sit on our hands and almost FADE the hell away for HALF OF A DECADE when WWE dropped us like hot potatoes. WE DIDN'T HAVE ANYONE begging to sign us! Not UCA, not UWE—there was no such thing as CCW so we didn't even HAVE that outlet for us. And so we had to WORK. We had build up our talent again. We had to cling to what we had, to keep the rest of the world in the know on our existence while we SAVED THEIR LIVES countless times without so much as a 'good job'. You didn't have to do any of that though, Mars. That Hall of Fame ring was already shined up the moment you signed your contract… And how convenient it is that WCW SPRINGS back up to the surface giving you yet ANOTHER home without so much as a second thought. It didn't matter that you called a match in 2005 against Tifa Lockhart your RETIREMENT MATCH; WCW was back and that meant you had to come back too! Months after the decree, you're back in the ring having a match! And the rest of the world just catered to it all because they didn't know any better."
Blossom's tone grows more and more bitter while "Sailor Mars" listens to her, looking down at the canvas between the two of them, the crowd noticing Blossom's anger showing. Blossom runs an arm end in her hair as she looks at "Sailor Mars".
"You needed hand after hand after hand to even stay RELEVANT…but no one wants to look our way and recognize the fact that while YOU WERE BEING GIVEN STUFF, WE HAD TO TAKE THINGS OURSELVES!" Blossom screams. "WE HAD TO TAKE MATTERS INTO OUR OWN HANDS! WE HAD TO SEARCH! WE HAD TO HUNT! NOBODY CAME TO US! WE HAD TO COME TO THEM!" Blossom breathes heavier and heavier. "AND WHEN CCW SIGNED US, WE VOWED TO EACH OTHER—ME, BUBBLES, AND BUTTERCUP TOGETHER—THAT WE WERE GOING TO SHOW EVERYONE WHAT THEY MISSED OUT ON WHILE THEY WERE PROSTITUTING THEMSELVES OUT FOR OVERRATED GARBAGE LIKE YOU!"
The crowd takes serious umbrage to Blossom referring to Sailor Mars as overrated, booing profusely while Blossom grabs at her hair with her free hand, letting her frustration flow.
"WE ARE THE SUPERIOR HEROINES! WE ARE THE GREATEST UNIT OF ALL TIME! AND DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, WE ARE NOT GOING TO JUST BEAT YOU! WE ARE GOING TO BEAT YOU SENSELESS, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE HAD COMING FROM THESE HARDER-WORKING SAVIORS, FROM THIS THREESOME OF TALENTS, FROM THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!" Blossom hollers, stepping even closer to "Mars", such that now her forehead pushes "Mars" back. "YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME, MARS! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SECONDHAND SAILOR SCOUT—and I said you had a spoon in your mouth earlier but I take it back, because in reality it was more like a PACIFIER, FOR HOW MUCH YOU'VE BEEN CODDLED! BUT NO LEVEL OF CODDLING FROM ANYTHING OR ANYONE IS GOING TO GIVE YOU OUR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!"
"Sailor Mars" continues looking down at the canvas underneath her, Blossom's eyes on their own fire as they glare directly at the caricature. The crowd is lit up from Blossom's yelling and screaming, feeling the heartfelt tension from the Powerpuff Commander and Leader against Mars…even in front of a fabrication of her. Blossom seethes in front of the creation, "Mars" having yet to look up at Blossom for the past minute or so.
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF, MARS?! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME, SAILOR MARS!" Blossom orders. "LOOK AT ME AND TRY TO TELL ME ANYTHING I SAID IS WRONG! LOOK AT ME AND DENY IT! LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TRY TO KNOCK MY TEETH DOWN MY THROAT WITH A MARS FIRE IGNITE IF THIS GETS TO YOU! GO AHEAD! MAKE MY DAY! WE ALL WANT TO SEE IT, RIGHT?! DO IT! DO IT—I DARE YOU!"
The crowd gives cheers for the notion of someone kicking Blossom's lights out, Bubbles and Buttercup standing by and watching at this point. "Sailor Mars" hears Blossom's demand…
…
…takes a step back…
…walks to the corner…
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…and lightly taps her foot onto the canvas…Bubbles and Buttercup lightly gasping as they see this.
"Huh…? …HUH…?" Jeremy blinks twice.
The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as the foot-tapping of "Mars" goes from light…
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…to moderate…
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…to rather heavy…Blossom seeing it with her own eyes from the false Flame Sniper in front of her, teeth gritted and eyes twitching with crazed fury.
"Mars is going for it… Mars is GOING FOR IT… SAILOR MARS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS ABOUT TO SUPERKICK BLOSSOM! CAN SHE HIT IT?! CAN SHE HIT IT?!" Cris calls it like it's real.
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The fans get louder and louder as "Sailor Mars" lines up Blossom upon command…
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…starts to sidestep…
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…and…before she can lift her leg, "Sailor Mars" is bopped in the side of the head with the microphone by Blossom!
"OHHHHHH!" Jeremy exclaims. "DAMN!"
"DOWN GOES HINO! DOWN GOES HINO! DOWN GOES THE FLAME SNIPER!" Cris exclaims.
"BLOSSOM WITH A KNOCKOUT BLOW, AND CRIS COLLINSWORTH, YOU AND ALL OF US KNOW THAT'S NOT MARS!" Al shouts.
"Perhaps more like a message TO Mars!" Jeremy states.
"AND IT'S NOT OVER!" Al exclaims.
Blossom mounts the now down "Sailor Mars" and starts to whack her in the skull repeatedly and frantically with microphone shots to the side of the head! Bubbles and Buttercup actually look at each other in surprise from the outburst of emotions from their sister as Blossom relentlessly pummels "Mars" with the microphone! Blossom yells at her, "DOESN'T FEEL SO EASY NOW, HUH, MARS?! WHO'S GOING TO BAIL YOU OUT OF THIS ONE?! WHERE'S UCA NOW?! WHERE'S WCW?! WHERE ARE THEY TO HELP YOU?!" Blossom continues to pound away at "Mars", her mind leaving her with every punch!
"BLOSSOM'S GONE MANIC!" Jeremy shouts.
"SAILOR MARS IS GETTING PULVERIZED BY BLOSSOM! WHAT A SIGHT THIS IS TO SEE! YEARS IN THE MAKING! FRUSTRATIONS POURING OUT!" Cris shouts out.
"IT'S NOT MARS!" Al yells.
Blossom stands up off of "Mars" and tosses the microphone away, hands on her head as she paces around the ring in a near-psychotic state. Blossom kicks the mic out of the ring…and then grabs "Sailor Mars" to pick her up from the mat. The side of "Mars's" head is shown to be bleeding profusely from the hard microphone-aided strikes to the temple of the being. Blossom then puts "Mars" in a Fireman's Carry…crosses the legs…
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…and drops her down with a Flower Pot!
"FLOWER POT TO THE FORMER UCA WOMEN'S CHAMP—"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, CRIS, IT'S NOT MARS!" Al shouts. "BLOSSOM HAS ALMOST LOST HER ENTIRE MIND RIGHT NOW!"
"SHE LET OUT A DARK OPINION OF MARS I DON'T THINK WE'VE HEARD OR SEEN UNTIL NOW!" Jeremy yells. "MY, HAVE THINGS EVER COME TO LIGHT HERE!"
Blossom is still in a hot rage…
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…and with her sisters still watching, Blossom picks "Sailor Mars" up a second time, putting her in yet another Fireman's Carry…
"Oh man, not this again… NOT AGAIN!" Jeremy hollers.
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…and Blossom hits another Flower Pot!
"FLOWER POT for the second time!" Al shouts.
Blossom simmers as she stands over the writhing "Sailor Mars", the Powerpuff-esque interpretation of the real Flame Sniper whom the PPG will meet at Pride & Glory.
"Blossom is leaving the one and only Rei Hino as a MESS!" Cris proclaims.
Bubbles and Buttercup slowly walk towards Blossom to check on her and make sure she is okay…concerned for her sister's well-being…
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…and Blossom utters, "Pick her up…"
Bubbles and Buttercup didn't quite catch it. "What…?" Bubbles asked.
"I SAID PICK HER UP!" Blossom shrieks.
Bubbles and Buttercup are taken aback by the exclamatory imperative of their sister…and they're not about to question her one iota. They immediately bend over to grab "Sailor Mars" off of the canvas…pick her up to a standing position while Blossom is now standing in the middle.
Buttercup looks to Blossom and says, "I'm usually the one who—"
"I'M DOING IT FOR THIS ONE! PUT HER ON MY SHOULDERS!" Blossom cuts Buttercup off.
Buttercup gets the message, as does Bubbles; the two Powerpuffs lift "Sailor Mars" up and place her onto Blossom's shoulders…the three of them hoisting her up…
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…and then dropping her down with a Triple Powerbomb!
"AT BLOSSOM'S BEHEST, THE TRIPLE POWERBOMB!" Al calls.
"…And you notice that BLOSSOM wanted to be the one in the middle that time; usually, it's BUTTERCUP, but this time, the incensed LEADER wanted to do it herself…" Jeremy points out.
"First they laid out Koldblooded and the Stark Sisters…sending a message to XX and the tag teams…and now THIS…a message to Sailor Mars…" Al says.
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup stare down at the fallen made-up Sailor Mars, Blossom taking the most delight in their work this time. Bubbles gives Blossom a glance to make sure she is okay, her sanity seemingly failing her earlier on. Buttercup exhales, putting an arm on Blossom's shoulder…and Blossom in a gravelly tone, still eying the downed "Mars", simply says, "…WE ENTER PRIDE & GLORY BETTER THAN YOU… WE LEAVE PRIDE & GLORY…BETTER THAN YOU…"
"Sailor Mars down and out thanks to the Powerpuffs…and at Pride & Glory…they're gonna do it all over again…" Cris says with an impressed grin.
"…That wasn't Mars…" Jeremy mumbles in disdain.
Backstage, on a split-screen, Daenerys Targaryen and Artemis Crock are shown walking towards the curtain to head for the XX arena. As they're both on their way there, CCW XM Zero Kazama approaches Dany to share some words with her—possibly words amounting to "good luck" or something of the kind—while CCW CCO Woody Paige talks with Artemis on the other side, saying some words—perhaps of the same kind—to her.
"Well, on THAT note…" Al tries to switch gears, "we've got ourselves a Special Attraction Match to call coming up next. It's Daenerys Targaryen of Game of Thrones versus Artemis Crock of Young Justice. The two FWM 2014 Draftees go head-to-head in their CCW debut match!"
"Time to make a name for yourselves, ladies!" Cris says.
"XX 20 continues live in St. Louis—stay tuned for the Special Attraction Match next AND, of course, your main event!" Al says.
{Commercial Break}