Tag Team Championship Match!

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(Will edit the errors later. Theres a lot of them. XD)

The feed flickers n from a previously dark screen, coming to life with Alex Night’s happily smiling face greeting the fans. Behind him is a poster promoting today's PPV. They let out a collective boo as Night just smiles menacingly into the lens, in complete silence. Soon, the camera begins to zoom out, showing a greater setting. There slouching apathetically next to the Tag Team Title-Holder stands an annoyed appearing Charlie Coors. His hair is stingy and nappy looking- as if it hasn’t had a comb ran through it in well over a year. His large reflective sunglasses cover a large portion of his face as he begins speaking into the microphone.

“I‘m standing here with your Glory and Honor Tag Team champion, Alex Night.”

Night’s face flushes over- well contorted and very confused looking. He looks down at Coors, not sufficed with his introduction and violently rips the mic from his paws. Night continues to gander down at CC with disgust. Alex begins semi-shouting into the microphone as he talks, with his face still displaying his displeasure.

“You can‘t be serious Coors. Are you really that incapable of giving a true introduction to a man who single handily added not just a page- but a whole chapter into the GHW history book? Your ignorance has just rose to a new height Charlie! You‘re a utter disgrace to the company, in that what- two seconds, you some how went against everything I, and this company stand for. Pathetic. I guess if you want things done right, you must do it yourself. So Coors, you may be excused.”

Coors stands there for a moment before Night raises his hand in the air as if to slap poor Coors.

“I said SCRAM son!”

Hurriedly, the announcer rushes out of the view leaving Night standing there by his lonesome. Alex flips the brown locks from out of his eyes, before looking deeply into the camera with his memorizing sea-blue eyes. He licks his lips before speaking into the microphone.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at the man of the hour. This man is the first to ever hold both halves of the GHW tag team titles at once! He is pure perfection. He is the Hollywood Hunk, the Charming, Alex NIGHT!”

The fans’ boos can be heard all the way to backstage- making it’s way to Night’s ears. The “Hollywood Hunk” simply smiles and licks his lips not letting the negativity of the GHW fans get to him which is rather unlike him. The California Crybaby raises the mic back to his lips and begins to speak again, much to the displeasure of the audience.

“What ignorance. You‘s are staring at somebody who‘ll always be remembered as long as GHW is around- and even after it‘s dead and gone! You may mock me, make fun of me, call me names but at the end of the day, you all will know I am the best this industry has to offer, there is not a soul that could hold a candle to the amount of skill I possess.

But I think it‘s time I get down to business, don‘t you all think? A few weeks ago, a man who goes by the name Metal Dragon came to the aid of me while I was in the ring helplessly. A man who I once hated. Despised. Loathed! The only man smart enough to know that he had to do something. He saved the business! If he hadn‘t chased away that sorry piece-of-poop, Shawn Dreamer tonight I might‘ve been sitting in California watching from a hospital bed, but MD knew that GHW needed me for ratings so he put on a Superman costume and saved this PPV for all of you. Fun fact of the day: I‘m a strong believer in karma, so I think it‘s only fair that tonight I name my partner none other than Metal Dragon!”

The fans boo fractiously at the naming of Alex’s partner. They were hoping for somebody more liked and accepted by them, not someone as arrogant and snobbish as MD. Smiling a smile from ear-to-ear, the Metallic One himself steps into view. He takes some of the load off Night’s shoulders by putting a title over his own, polishing arrogantly with his wrist.

“Ready for this?“

“I was born ready!”

The mic lets out a static sound as it is dropped to the floor and the two walk off set.

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The feed picks up at the entrance way, where Alex and Metal Dragon are seen standing at the top of the ramp, both wearing matching arrogant smiles to compliment their cocky strides. Metal Dragon leads the way down the ramp, with Alex following behind trying to mock MD’s stride, but just fails and coerces a roar of laugher from the fans.

“Woah! I never saw this one coming!”
“Me either! I never though that MD would go as low to team with Night!”

Alex and Metal Dragon reach the ring at the same time and both slide in on their stomachs before pushing to a vertical base. At the center of the squared cirlcle, the two raise the titles only to be booed, then hand the titles over to the ref. MD stays in the ring, and Alex steps out on the apron, the farthest from the entry way. MD and Alex begin plotting with each other while doing some stetches and waiting for the Templar to arrive.

[The Templar]

The Templar’s contract: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=ttconrp&action=display&thread=11614

Pavor Nocturnus’ contract: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rpcontracts&action=display&thread=11486

Kabul’s contract: gahwo.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rpcontracts&action=display&thread=11613

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Standing proudly in the ring, Alex Night flaunts a large teeth bearing grin from cheek to cheek, clearly proud of his decision, while his partner Metal Dragon stands beside him almost indifferently, just ready for a fight. Charlie Coors paces back from foot to foot, getting ready for his cue for the introduction of the opponents while at ringside, quickly reading over their notes, Al Mulligan points down at something at the script and lets out a hearty laugh while Colin, knowing well ahead what Al is talking about, simply nods and smiles.

Suddenly, the arena lights entirely black out as a brand new entrance theme echoes throughout the arena. The fans, some partial and familiar with the origins, stand up to their feet as ”From Heads Unworthy” by Rise Against begins to play. Charlie Coors clears his throat and takes in a deep breath while the Alex Night pats the Metallic One on the shoulder, almost promising him an easy match; however the Tennessean seems unfazed regardless.

We are the children you reject and disregard,
These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts,
You can’t disown us now, we are your own flesh and blood,
And we don’t disappear just because your eyes are shut,
Now tell me...

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As smoke fills the entrance tunnel, it seems as though the entire arena anticipates on how exactly this match between the seasoned veterans and monster puppets will go. Looking down at his title and back up at the entrance tunnel, The Cry Baby can’t help but keep the grin on his face, defending his titles against relative nobodies would be an easy feat. Regardless, Pavor and his young puppets were ready to strip the “crowns” from “those unworthy”.

Charlie Coors:
“Introducing their opponents... Tonight representing The Templar; being accompanied to the ring by the Masked Monster, Beast... They both hail from a State of Dysphoria... They are the tag team of KABUL and, substituting himself into the match as a replacement, PAVOR NOCTURNUS!”

As your castles crumble slowly,
We watch them fall,
The crown slips from heads unworthy,
As we gain control...

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Emerging slowly from the entrance tunnel, first, is none other than the leader, Pavor Nocturnus, wearing his normal grimy and greasy suit and, most importantly, having his face concealed by the burlap sack. Pausing on the entrance tunnel, Pavor lowers his head and stands still before being flanked on either side by his two massive young minions. Both wearing matching, plain black ring attire, the two lumbering brutes stop a step short behind Pavor before, after his careful command, following him down even slower down the entrance ramp. In most cases, a large pyrotechnic or lighting display would be happening in the background but this time it was nothing but a dim spotlight in the middle of a blacked out arena. However, it was important to note the knee brace positioned on Beast’s right leg, flaunting off his battle wound from their match with Roadkill.

Read, you, like a polygraph,
Not, one, single bone in your back,
Own, up, to how you let us down...
As your castles crumble slowly,
We watch them fall,
The crown slips from heads unworthy,
As we gain control...

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”Big” Al Mulligan:
“And here they are, the new official number one contenders to the tag team titles... Minus the fact that Beast got his knee demolished at the hands of Thomas Walker...”

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“And Pavor automatically declares himself a suitable replacement as a partner? We haven’t even seen this masked bastard wrestle!”

”Big” Al Mulligan:
“But look at him and how confidently he leads them into battle! I mean, he has to have some know how to do what he does... Still though, replacing that monster with a smaller man in a suit? Not very intimidating...”

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“Yeah, it looks like Alex Night and Metal Dragon are going to have a first very clean title defence... I mean, the surprise of Metal Dragon coming in was enough but boy...”

I’m not after fame and fortune,
I’m after you,
I’ve served my time I swear,
I’ll come back for you...[/center][/color][/b][/i]
The lights grow brighter and brighter across the arena as Kabul climbs steadily into the ring while Pavor points to a spot beside the announce table where he typically sits for Beast to stand, who obliges without a word of protest. Pavor, grinning behind his grimy and smelly burlap mask, climbs into the ring and stands proudly behind his massive wall of a protégé. Peering from behind the big man, Pavor looks deeply into Metal Dragon’s eyes, disregarding Alex Night as a threat and a target for Kabul to deal with, and sends almost a look of despise at the man. Charlie Coors quickly scrambles out of the ring, hoping not to get into any crossfire, but the battlefield seems to be under a small respectful agreement as well. As their theme slowly dies down, Pavor climbs through the middle and top ropes allowing Kabul to start the match while Dragon does the same, giving the start to the official champ. While his monster eyes down the defending champion, Pavor removes only his suit coat and lowers it off of the apron, clearly proving he's ready to fight in old ratty dress pants and a dirty white dress shirt. Listening to the final words of the theme song, the approach of the Templar finally makes sense to Alex Night; the rightful heirs were ready to be crowned.

As your castles crumble slowly,
We watch them fall,
The crown slips from heads unworthy,
Right onto ours, but I’m after you...

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TBCB Alex Night or Metal Dragon

[Metal Dragon]

The resonating sound of the bell signifies the beginning of tonight's tag team championship bout, MD standing back against the ropes to assess the mountain of a man that he must overcome. The monstrous Kabul approaches his American prey without hesitation, walking toward Dragon's side of the ring only for MD to scurry out of the way. Kabul turns around and immediately receives a low kick to the leg from the middleweight, who slides away to safety immediately after delivering the strike. The 6'11" behemoth flinches slightly, but then immediately runs at the pesky ant that stands against him, throwing an arm out to attempt a Clothesline. The nefarious Tennessean Technician ducks, however, and the two legal men in the ring turn around to face each other. Kabul's lack of experience fails to damage his instinct, and he throws a leg up immediately to boot Dragon in the face, sending the 220-pounder crashing to the mat.

"Metal Dragon doesn't have much experience against really big guys, so despite all his in-ring skill, he might very well be dumbfounded in this situation."

"He's facing a monster with his speed and intellect. It shouldn't take long to tell if that's enough."

Kabul looks down at his opponent for a moment, then grabs him by the head with both hands and pulls him up. The superheavyweight then leads Metal Dragon over to the corner and tosses him into the corner. The Metallic One bounces off of the padding, stumbling forward into the grasp of Kabul. MD is scooped up between the legs and flipped over, but not before he manages to slip a thumb into Kabul's eye socket. Dragon escapes through the back door, sliding down and landing behind his massive opponent before walking over to Alex Night and reaching his hand out. Night reluctantly tags in and the referee acknowledges it. The Crybaby steps through the ropes, but MD sticks a hand out and waves his hand away, gesturing for Night to wait on the apron for a moment. Kabul finally turns around, eyes still blinking and slightly watering from the underhanded move by his opponent, which emboldens him to angrily storm after MD. Dragon backs away as Kabul pursues him, and Alex Night immediately realizes that it is his cue to step into the ring. The Titanic Tear-Jerker runs at Kabul and dives forward, driving his shoulder into the back of the giant's leg and toppling him over backwards. Kabul lies on the canvas for one moment whilst holding his knee in pain while a smirking MD gets up and approaches him. Dragon quickly drops down, slamming his elbow into the face of the mysterious 400-pounder before scrambling to his feet and escaping the confines of the ring. MD pays no respect to the barking of the official as he rolls out to the floor. Alex Night has now gotten up, and he takes a few steps back before running forward and jumping. The Crybaby leans back and lets his back land on the chest of Kabul, connecting a quick Senton Splash before he rolls over for a cover. The referee slides into position and begins counting: 1... 2... Kabul not only gets a shoulder up, but also proceeds to grab Night while lying down and throw him aside. Alex panics from the move, the throw having functioned more as a mind game than as a maneuver to inflict pain, and immediately rushes to his corner to tag in MD. The Man of Golden Words sighs, irritated that he has to go back to work already, but nods and pats his newest ally on the shoulder before stepping through the ropes.

"Night looks like he just caught the jitters from that! It could very well take both men to match one of the guys on the other team!"

"Yeah, but Night and Dragon DO have a chance. They have to pick their shots in this match, which is really why Night couldn't have picked a better partner for this first title defense."

The former King of Deathmatches stalks the recovering monster, waiting for him to get to one knee, then charges. MD raises a knee, but the wary Kabul puts his hands out and catches the leg before a Shining Wizard can connect with his face. The dysphoria-ridden Fighty fighty person gets to his feet with the leg still in his grasp and shoves MD away with ease, making the technical Fighty fighty person fall to the mat. Pavor claps his hands and then sticks a hand out, showing that he is now eager to enter the combat. Kabul turns around and tags in his well-dressed comrade. Nocturnus comes into the squared circle just as his opponent gets up, and the intriguing match-up begins. The two legal men stick their hands out and lock them together, Pavor quickly gaining the advantage by turning MD's arms down and pushing him up, but receives a swift kick to the midsection immediately. Dragon wraps his arm around Pavor's head only to be taken down under the legs, then the mysterious bag-headed man performs a somersault over him. The Jackknife pin move now applied, the referee counts, but MD kicks out before the official's hand can hit the mat once. Both men get up and step forward, Dragon wisely hooking his arm under that of his foe and falling to the ground, dragging Pavor over him. The Tennessean maintains control of the arm as he gets up to one knee, now putting it under his arm and trying to bar it, but Nocturnus quickly rolls backward to end up on a vertical base. Dragon stands up straight as well only to receive an elbow to the face courtesy of Pavor's free arm, then the master of the two beasts at ringside slips his arm out of MD's grasp. Pavor immediately spins around and jumps, swinging his legs up so that one smacks into the side of Dragon's head. The smooth Enzuigiri sends the Man of Golden Words spinning down to the canvas, but he gets up rather quickly, albeit in a somewhat groggy state.

"Well, I guess it isn't all Kabul's job in this match! Two brilliant wrestling minds are colliding here, and that shot to the head just showed that this match is heavily in The Templar's favor!"

"Nothing is ever for sure when Metal Dragon or Alex Night are around, though. They're a couple of sneaky snakes."

Pavor quickly continues his offense, wringing MD's arm to keep him captive long enough to deliver a vicious chop to the southerner's chest. The manager-turned-Fighty fighty person then whips Dragon across the ring, standing in wait for him to rebound off the ropes. As the former New Age Champion makes his return trip, the Sharp-Dressed Suplexer jumps up and kicks both feet out to attempt a Dropkick. Dragon, however, catches his adversary's feet as Nocturnus lands on the mat. Pavor already having landed on his stomach from the Dropkick attempt, his legs are parted and he is pulled into MD's grasp. The Man of Golden Words bends forward and proceeds to wrap his arms around Pavor's waist, pulling him off of the ground before falling back and throwing his fellow middleweight backwards. The latest victim of an MD-delivered German Suplex lands on his neck and shoulders with a thud, then Dragon rolls away to collect himself.

The Metallic One gets up and instantly realizes how close he has thrown his opponent to tagging range of his partner, so he grabs Pavor by the ankles and drags him to the center of the ring. MD steps in between the legs of the blue slacks that his victim is wearing while trying to cross Pavor's feet over one another, but Nocturnus resists. After a few more seconds of struggling with a failed Sharpshooter attempt, Dragon accidentally allows one of Pavor's legs to get free, and suffers a kick to the chest because of it. Pavor rolls backwards and attains a standing position, then runs forward and rolls at MD with one leg extended. The mysterious Fighty fighty person's heel slams into Dragon's face and sends him to the mat while the deliverer of the kick simply ends up in a seated position. Pavor rolls back again and gets up, then makes his way to his own corner and puts out his hand, which is tagged by Kabul.

"Pavor has brought the momentum back his way with a Rolling Koppou Kick and now the monster Kabul is back in the ring!"

"Metal Dragon needs to make a tag as soon as he can, but he's in a daze right now!"

TBC Templar

[The Templar]

Dazed and lucky to be conscious, Metal Dragon raises his weary head from the mat and shakes the cobwebs out before, seemingly out of nowhere, a veil of darkness covers his world. Opening his eyes wide and looking up, the Man of Golden Words watches as Kabul takes slow and tedious steps towards him, the massive man’s shadow completing covering the Tennessean’s body. However, before the behemoth even has a chance to mount any form of offense on the decorated champion, desperation mode kicks in for the Dragon, scrambling back from flattened position and throwing his arm back as he reaches the edge of the ring, connecting just his finger tips onto Alex Night. Watching his tag partner roll out of the ring to avoid impending assault, the Hollywood Hunk seems more than unwilling to enter the ring, protesting the tag. The referee, acknowledging the tag, points to the ring, declaring him the legal man, but Kabul decides to ignore the charades of both men and takes action himself. Wrapping an arm under Night’s left arm and bringing it up to brace his back and placing his free arm on Alex’s shoulder, Kabul throws the Californian Cry Baby almost effortlessly. Landing flat on his back, the youngest champion in the history of GHW reaches back for where the stinging sensation shoots up and down his spine before being engulfed in the same dark shadow that covered his tag partner only moments earlier. Deciding to vouch for the same retreat plan Dragon did, Alex scrambles up to his feet and stumbles back to the far turnbuckles away from his lumbering opponent.

”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Look at that, look at Night scamper away! Jesus, you’d think Alex had coals in his boots! Kabul is just stalking him ring post to ring post...”

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“Come on Alex, you’d have to defend your titles somehow! You can’t- Oh! Spoke too soon! Referee, what are you doing! That was a blatant eye rake!”

”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Colin, how could you not let Dragon and Night have one or two little moves? Look who they’re up against! A man with cinder blocks for hands and is pretty well a freight train! Sometimes you gotta let something give...”

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“Yeah, and the one thing that’s going to give is the bones underneath the Cry Baby’s face after Kabul regains his sight...”

Recoiling back from the blinding strike, the Dysphorian Destroyer covers his eyes with his right hand and holds his left in front of his body, hoping it would somehow hold off a vehement Alex Night. However, for the Californian native, the blood was in the water. Like a hyena preying on a wounded elephant, Alex slowly paces himself around Kabul with a smile spread from cheek to cheek before bolting straight for the ring ropes right behind his Mastodon of an adversary. Charging on back, Mrs. Night’s favourite boy dives his shoulder low into the back of Kabul’s left knee, the big man’s entire body weight practically buckling underneath itself causing him to fall back first to the canvas. Clearly proud of his take down, like a lumberjack taking down a large redwood, Alex stands up to his feet and raises his right hand high in the air, the smile still firmly in place. The audience very divided on whom to be backing in the match, simply roar out a low series of boos, despising Alex Night no matter what. Rotating himself around the downed elephant, the Cry Baby grabs onto the massive size twenty-two left boot and tucks it underneath his arm, intentionally looking to hamper the monster’s size. With it tightly in his grasps, the California Native creatively falls back and drives the foot into the mat with a modified version of a DDT, causing the majority of the pain in Kabul’s left knee to ignite and flood throughout the rest of the man’s leg.

Now standing back up at ring side on the apron, Metal Dragon claps his hands loudly and out stretches an arm to Alex Night, apparently wanting back in on the action. Alex Night, not one to protest being removed from the ring especially when such a massive opponent has the potential to comeback, eagerly makes his way back to his partner and tags out. Climbing through the ropes, the one half of the former tag team dynasty Stone Orchard tells his partner to come along with him, looking to teach the young man a thing or two while defending the titles. Grabbing onto Kabul’s left leg, the Tennessee Titan drags it over the minion of the Masked Messiah and forces the behemoth onto his chest. Conducting orders in the squared circle like a ring leader, Dragon points over at the large man’s right leg to which Night, catching on right away, grabs onto. With both men holding on to each of the large man’s ankles, the tag champions lower themselves before lifting with their legs and practically tossing Kabul’s lower body up into the air. With his legs flying up, the face painted fury is helpless as both of his knees and especially his damaged left one fall with a thud against the interior ring mats, causing even more damaging and neutralizing the monster even more.

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“Looks like that intimidating presence Kabul had has now floundered, now that he’s cowering away from the dual assault of the tag champions...”

”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Yeah, a single monstrous man isn’t so scary now that he’s just being held down by two fully grown men... Kabul literally just needs to flail his body around like a helicopter and a rebound just like that!”

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“... I hardly think that would be effective to anyone, whatsoever. Spinning around like a helicopter? Really Al?”

”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Hey, it’s like getting hit with a Volvo in a hurricane! Sure, it’s not the most heroic death or anything but it’s still a fatality, now isn’t it Colin?”

It takes the referee’s own body to separate Alex Night from the wounded man to get him out of the ring but the damage was already done. Unable to even push himself up from off the canvas in such a precarious position in the middle of the ring, the Dysphorian Destroyer tries to hold off an attack but Metal Dragon, buzzing around the carcass like a fly in a feeding frenzy, hammers a few shoot kicks into the body of the much larger adversary. With each kick hardly making a major impact but every strike making him even weaker in his vulnerable state, Kabul looks around for an opening and eyes his master, his saviour Pavor Nocturnus with his arm out stretched between the top and middle ropes looking for a tag into the match. The Metallic One, however, is ruthless on his attack and, as Kabul pushes himself up to a kneeled position, drills a stiff kick flat into the chest of his opponent. The echo of the foot colliding against the muscular chest of Kabul drowns out the rest of the sounds of the arena even deafening the already loud and wild audience. On impact, every bead of sweat on the large man’s back flings off and to the mat at ring side, dampening the outside ring mats impressively showing just how hard Kabul was fighting in the match. Looking to put the nail in the coffin, Metal Dragon bounces off the ropes just in front of his gigantic opponent but gets a response he certainly wasn’t looking for. Like a turtle emerging his head from his shell, Kabul shoots his head forward violently into the Tennessean’s gut with a battering ram headbutt. It’s at this opening Kabul allows his tyrannical leader back into the match.

Watching the seasoned veteran double over inside the ring Pavor Nocturnus stretches his arm out as far as he possibly could, knowing better than almost anyone that a currently taken down Dragon doesn’t mean he still will be seconds from now. Clearly benefiting over the fact that his massive protégé had a definite advantage with his reach, the Suited Saviour slaps the monsters out stretched hand and brings himself into the ring. Climbing quickly into the ring between the top and middle ropes, the Masked Messiah holds off from his attack and out stretches a hand and gestures for the Man of Golden Words to get up to his feet. Confused but not stupid enough to ignore the gesture, Metal Dragon pushes himself up to his feet and removes his hand from his stomach, allowing the pain to go untendered. Raising both of his arms up Pavor signals for a collar and elbow tie-up to which Dragon, still confused by the initial offer, agrees. Grappling on at an awkward angle, Pavor sacrifices the initial lead as the Man of Golden Words pivots and locks the masked man in a simple side headlock. From his position, the master of the Dysphorian duo reaches across Dragon’s waist and brings him back with a simple backdrop suplex and holds it for the pin. Not evening registering a one count, Dragon kicks out and rolls over keeping Pavor in the headlock but in a seated position. Reaching up and grabbing onto the arm, the Masked Messiah slips back and brings the arm with him putting the Tennessee native in a modified hammerlock. Climbing up to a standing position, Pavor looks to gain the vertical advantage before Dragon ducks as low as he could go and forces Pavor to roll over his back, effectively getting out of the move. Pavor Nocturnus crawls back and charges straight back at Dragon but the sneaky opponent responds accordingly, quickly placing his shoulder into the shirted midsection of Pavor and brings him back with a Northern Lights Suplex.

”Big” Al Mulligan:
“Another impressive technical display by both men and yet Dragon could have it here with that Northern Lights Suplex out of nowhere!”

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“Dragon has perfect form with that one, it could really have it here... No! Pavor kicks out just at two! If there is one thing I wasn’t expecting it would be the chemistry...”

”Big” Al Mulligan:
“The biggest surprise in this match so far, besides the mystery partner of Alex Night and Pavor’s substitution, is how well Metal Dragon and Pavor are blending... It’s almost like they’ve been at it for years!”

Colin “The Fuzz” Jennings:
“No kidding! Who would’ve thought that masked freak would have the ability to go toe-to-toe with the former New Age champion just like he did...”

TBCB Alex Night or Metal Dragon