Magnus Gunner vs Jack Noble

[Mighty Man Millson]

Main-Event
Steel Cage Match
Eagle Division Championship
Magnus Gunner vs Jack Noble
As we found out last week, Magnus Gunner was set to challenge for the Eagle Division title this week, and because John Simmons wants absolutely no interference, he has booked this match to be a Steel Cage match.
Referee: John Blackwood

[-Jack Noble-]

A man wearing a vintage looking Twinkies t shirt sits in a chair with his feet kicked up onto a glass coffee table. In the arm of the chair sits a gas station brand slushie drink, and on his lap sits two golden title, one being the United Glory Championship, and the other happens to be the Eagle Division. The man has some polish in one hand with a piece of cloth in the other as he is rubbing it in circles on the Eagle Division title. The man admires his work for a couple seconds as he stops the circular motion, however, the man grunts and shakes his head before he begins to polish up the title once again. His arm comes to a swift and sudden stop as he pulls the cloth away and, once again, begins to check out his work. A big, stupid, grin slides across his face, obviously being very pleased with his work. The man looks up to the camera, finally showing his face to the audience.

“I don't fuckin' get why I keep doing this to myself, I know it's going to get dirty within seconds, but it's just.so.pretty.”

Jack Noble smirks as he delivers that sentence. He then lowers his eyes to the two titles once again. Passion ignites a fire in his eyes as one can tell he does truly love being the champion. Jack slides his legs off of the coffee table before leaning forward and placing the two titles side by side on the glass surface. He then leans back into the chair once again, looking like a king on his throne. Out of the clear blue, three quick and precise knocks are heard echoing from Jack's screen door. The Spaceman snaps out of his chair, as fast as his chunky self could move, and makes his way around the couch, and to his back door. A beautiful young brunette woman stands before the glass door, this babe is none other than EVPW's own, Lizzie Morna. Jack Noble's mouth almost hits the floor as she is looking even more gorgeous than usual. He whips his hand over, grabs a hold of the door handle, and rips it open. He then takes a step back and greets the young interviewer into his house. Lizzie smiles as she steps over the threshold, making her way to the center of Jack's den. The Spaceman walks passed her before taking a seat in the chair he was previously relaxing in. Ms. Morna lounges back on Jack's infamous leather couch as she places some papers down next to the two titles on the coffee table.

“So, Jack, ready for this interview?”

“Babe, I was born ready. Got a good few tokes in me, and Twinkies galore.”

Lizzie Morna giggles as she then leans forward and picks up the papers she had just placed down. After leaning back, she begins to read questions off of the papers.

“You've been a bit M.I.A. Lately, any explanation?”

“Well, Lizzie, like I said in the middle of the ring last week, you can thank our General Manager, Mister French, for that. Otherwise, I would've been there putting on quite the show for the great EVPW fans.”

Lizzie nods before she reads off the next question to the Eagle Division Champion.

“You're opponent this week, Magnus, is very confident he will come out of this match as the new champion. What will be your game plan to slow down his momentum?”

“That's simple.. I beat him down into the ground. Gunner is good and all, but he's no Eagle Division champion. That's all me, Jack fuckin' Noble, and no one is going to change that. Come hell or high water, I'm gonna escape that cage as the victor. John Simmons can try to screw me out of this belt anyway he wants to, but at the end of the day, good old ass nuts won't get the best of me.”

Once again, Lizzie Morna nods her head up and down. She then stretches out her right leg before crossing it over her left as she reads off the next question.

“This is a question from a fan, just to make that clear. “You and Aiden Andrews aren't spending that much camera time together anymore, are things the same after Saturday Night Knockout as well?”

“We're fine. Aiden just can't keep up with my busy schedule now a days. As far as High and Mighty is concerned, we're still the United Glory champions, and I don't think any tag team around in EVPW can change that fact. Hell, even if he has to defend the titles by himself, I'm sure he can.. with the right opponents.”

Now appearing semi concerned about Jack's words towards his tag partner, Aiden Andrews, Lizzie asks a question that's not on the paper.

“Are you saying you're going to leave Aiden hanging when it comes time to defend the champions?”

Jack laughs and pats Lizzie's hand as a sign that she shouldn't worry, and shortly after this action he begins to speak.

“Liz, one half of those titles is mine. I don't plan on losing either one of my two titles, nothing to worry about. I'm just saying that there is going to be a day that some things change.. whether it be me or him, the future holds a lot of twists and turns, and you just gotta roll with the cock punches, ya know?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Anyway, here is the last question.. is there anything you want to say to your opponent in this week's steel cage match?”

Jack Noble seems taken back by the question, perhaps as a measure of thinking of the right thing to say. The Spaceman then shrugs his shoulders, and replies to the question asked mere moments ago.

“Magnus, you're going to need all the luck in the world, no, no, the universe to even come close to taking this Eagle Division title away from me. You're good and all, but you're no Jack Noble. Only Jack Noble is Jack Noble and Jack Noble is pure awesome. You can keep your fucking shag carpet for your Volkswagen van that's always parked right next to the park where all the kiddies play at. Hell, you might as well paint “Free Candy” on the side. Sure, Haven Silver is hot and all, but we all know that a grown woman isn't your type. But I digress, this weekend, at Global Domination, I will beat you around and tie your fucking mustache to the steel cage, I will make you a complete bitch. The title will stay slung over my shoulder, and you will go back to being the midcarder that you are.”

“Wow, powerful words from a powerful man. Thanks for your time, Jack. Now, do you still have that bowl laying around anywhere?”

Jack grins as he begins to pull something up from the side of the chair. Lizzie's eyes light up as she tosses Jack a lighter. Soon after, the feed fades to black, ending the segment.



I'll fix typos and make it prettier soon, I just don't have a lot of time on my hands right now since relatives are getting in soon. My mother's funeral is on Tuesday, so, if it's cool with everyone, I'd like to post my entrance on Wednesday.. that is if I don't get some time before than.

[Magnus Gunner]

*The Following Takes Place After Last Weeks Main Event*

Magnus Gunner has leaped through all of managements rings of fire, he's finally ascended to the top ranks to a coveted position. The adversities, the failures in the past have not derailed the young star. Months of rigorous training in Lion's Den Professional Wrestling, and months of mentoring from Hayden Hardkore, and years of clawing at the service from the abyss known as the mid-card have brought the Rock Messiah within days of the Eagle Division Championship. And of course he's recent success have come by questionable, even underhanded means, but it doesn't take away from the fact that Gunner vs Noble is going to happen. From day he cut his first promo, the day he took his first bump, the day he got his first victory, Gunner has been on a collision course in route to the apex of Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling. And the detractors will continue to talk no matter what, but at Global Domination, Magnus Gunner has the opportunity to silence them. And he knows what he's capable of, and that time is of the essence. His pursuit of a World Championship has stretched over three years and EVPW, and this is his third opportunity. Opportunity only knocks so many times, and Magnus intends to listen. He intends to win. Jack Noble will throw all he has at the Michigander, but he will not retain that Eagle Division Championship. Gunner will not allow it. We find the number once contender and his girlfriend in the back seat of a limo, bottles of champagne being popped as they cruise through Concord, California in celebration.

Gunner: "Driver get me out of this dump of a city. My Gal and I want to party in style. Take us all the way to the Sunset Strip, all the way to Hollywood, all the way to the top! And you better believe that's where I'm going"

Magnus bypasses the champagne glasses, deciding to just chug a bottle of Don Perignon, taking it straight to the head. Haven reclines back in here seat in amazement, clapping as if to cheer her man on as he indulges in a fashion that would make the most ardent connoisseur frown. Half the beverage is emptied into the Rock Messiah's belly, and that's all he can take as the rest overflows in his mouth, spilling all over his black blazer. Haven laughs at him, half mocking, half loving, Magnus even chuckles at himself. Champagne wasting is the least of his worries, they're more bottles, the night has just begun, the party has only just started.

Haven: "One more match baby! One more match baby! Just one more..."

Magnus half nods, half pops the cork off a bottle of Bollinger. He hands it to Silver, encouraging her to chug it down, much like he attempted. She refuses, grabbing a champagne glass off the limo counter and pouring herself a drink.

"Do we even want to go clubbing? Hell I'm about to be champion, we can get a private plane. How does Fiji sound...Hawaii! Lets travel the world and make all these dilholes Shagadelic! Lets bring sleaziness back to this rotating little globe of paradise."

Haven puts down her drink, stopping Magnus from continuing, almost as if to remind him that he isn't necessarily on top just yet.

"You've still got Noble. You've got to beat him Mag."

Gunner scoffs to himself, deeming the mere thought that he wouldn't be champion by this time next week rather preposterous.

"Consider Jack Noble finished. This is it for him. I've got him cornered, and I'm gong to put him down. He's made a mockery of that Eagle Division Championship. I mean look at him! Running around eating twinkies, breaking scales! He's a buffoon Haven. Where has Noble been lately, nowhere, but the Rock Messiah has been everywhere. My EVPW merchandise rising in sales, my ascension up the rankings, continuous. He keeps struggling, but I keep excelling. Its hard winning a World Championship, but even harder to remain champion. And he has failed miserably to give that belt any prestige, any merit. This industry is a marathon, not a sprint, and in a race flukes happen all the time. Jack Noble winning the championship is proof of that. But the true great ones win in dominant, unanimous fashions, and continuously. And that's what I've been doing, and what I'm gonna do. I'm going to make it look easy."

"Driver, maybe we can stop and get something to eat on the way. Drive-thru I guess. Something quick-

The limousine driver just looks back through his mirror, giving a slight nod in acknowledgement of the blonds request. She turns her attention back to Gunner, the inebriated rocker having been rambling on the entire time.

"...He's done nothing since being champion. He's unworthy of such a title. Lord knows he isn't unbefitting of a champion. He's an fat slob, a closet disco queen sporting a twenty or something pound trophy pretending to have some semblance of wrestling ability. And he's fooled everyone in EVPW, except me. I've seen through him since day one. There's no wool over my eyes. My vision is not clouded. All I see is me standing over him, the referee raising my hand in victory. EVPW deserves a better class of champion, and I'm going to give it to them."

Haven gulps another glass of champagne, sitting it down on the counter before wrapping Gunner's arm around her and laying on his chest. Magnus leans back, his eyes looking at the ceiling of the limo, his demeanor a bit more serious, his voice a bit more lower, almost as if murmuring to himself.

"These wankers have laughed at me for three years. Come Global Domination, I'm going to be the last man laughing, and its going to be the longest, most hysterical chuckle anyone's ever heard."

"And I'll be there telling everyone I told you so..."

Jack Noble you've been partying since Prelude to Madness. Well I'm about to crash your soiree. And there won't be enough twinkies, or funyuns to stop me from Shattering Your Records, and making you Truly Shagadelic..."

Don't be fooled by the partying and the nonchalant attitude, the Rock Messiah is one hundred percent focused. Its been a long journey, filled with tremendous turmoil. But its all brought him to this point. He's just a few days away from his the biggest match of his career. Everyone will finally see and witness if his long trek to greatness will finally have meant he reached the top or if he will be forced to wait just a little while longer.

End of Promo

[-Jack Noble-]

The camera feeds begins with a passer-by's view of what looks to be a little “Ma and Pa” type traditional pancake house. The shot then begins to get closer to the establishment, step by step, before it peers through one of the windows. At a booth, sitting alone, is a hefty man looking over a menu. The cameraman then begins to walk to the doorway before a man who was leaving the pancake house opens the door for him. The EVPW cameraman grins and says a heart felt, “Thank you.” to the man. The good pedestrian grins back before nodding and walking through the door himself. Slowly, the feed begins to make it's way toward the man who had been in view through the window just moments ago. After stepping passed a few booths, the cameraman places the EVPW camera on the table across from the fat guy, angling it just right to shoot the man's body and the table that is placed before him. The big man then moves his arm up and scratches what looks to be a couple weeks amount of facial hair growth on his face, squinting his eyes as he does so. When he finally gets satisfied with the amount of scratching he has done, he places his arm back down on the table before looking the camera dead on. The fat man is now recognized as the EVPW Eagle Division champion, Jack Noble. The Spaceman looks down at the vintage table, appearing to be deep in thought. A small frown pops onto his brow as he bottom lip begins to pout.

“There's no easy way to say this...”

Jack peers his eyes to the right, looking directly into the camera. He then inhales deeply, holds it for a second, and then begins to exhale before informing us what is going on.

“There's just.. I'm... I'm... I'm out of chocolate milk.”

He slides an empty glass into the shot as it had been hidden behind his thick left arm, just out of sight due to the angle the camera was set at. Suddenly, the shot is overcome by a round, large, buttox. A voice is then heard asking Jack if he wants a refill, getting the reply, “Fuck yeah I do. Oh, also I'll have a Belgium waffle... with some Belgium waffle on the side.” A woman's giggle is then heard as the buttox begins to move across the screen, showing Jack Noble once again. He turns his head around slowly, watching “dat ass” walk away. He cocks an eyebrow while smirking subtly before turning back around in his seat.

“So, I've heard Gunner spew out some belligerent shit, surprise, surprise. You see, what it all comes down to is, I'm better in clutch situations. If you all remember, the dude lost in the Eagle Division tournament a while back, without even a glance of hope too. I just don't get why he suddenly deserves this shot, I mean, fuck.. I'd rather defend it against Rhapsy, or someone who isn't stuck in one time period or the other. None the less, I'm excited to get back in an EVPW ring and beat the living tar out of someone, and who is more deserving for an ass kicking than Magnus Gunner? Honestly, I probably should be down with the dingos and whatever in Australia right now, but I just couldn't hop on a plane without saying a final goodbye to this place, well.. at least for a while. I have some great memories in here, and I'm sure you will begin to see this place more and more as the weeks go on. Not to mention, some more of dat ass.”

Sir Dude turns his head around once again, catching the waitress bent over, trying to grab something that is not quite visible. Jack turns his head toward the camera, nodding his head slowly. He then slides himself back into the corner of the booth and kicks up a leg onto it, looking like he is at home in this small diner. He rests his right arm over the back of the booth before he begins to address the camera.

“Anyway, Australia should be pretty nice, as long as everyone there isn't like AJ Scally, could you imagine the whole population just being made out of giant douches? I'd feel like I'm in that shady aisle at the gas station where pedophiles lurk. Oh, and what the fuck is up with those kangaroos? Bastards get a built in pouch and everything while we sit here having to wear pants and shit. I mean, if I was a kangaroo, I'd steal all the Twinkies and just hide them in my pouch, and when people be like, “Hey, empty out your pouch!” I'd be all like, “Hey! You need a warrant for that you Aussie bastards. Till that y'all can suck on my kangaroo sack, bitches.” And then they'd leave me alone because they would realize I'm no kangaroo to mess with. Oh, but maybe they would get a warrant and come back, and want to search my pouch. Well, shit... I'd be a kangaroo on the run. A run-aroo.”

As Jack continues to ramble on, you can't help but wonder to yourself exactly how many bowls he head before coming to the restaurant. Thankfully, the waitress comes back to the table, buttox filling up the camera shot once again while giving Jack his food and a number written on a napkin she personally delivered. She then places her hand on his shoulder, but then begins to walk away, leaving her hand slowly running off of it. Jack wears a big grin on his face, one that you would probably see from a fat kid after giving him a piece of cake. He then unravels the fork and knife that where wrapped up in a napkin, doing it ever so delicately. He places the napkin on his lap before leaning over the table, looking like a graceful animal reaching out it's neck to drink some water. However, all of this daintiness exits stage left as he begins to shovel fork fulls off the Belgium waffle into his mouth, almost as if he hadn't eaten for days... but we all know that's not the case. He continues to push food into his mouth before he suddenly stops, like a light switched on in his brain. He then clears his throat, swallows the rest of the food that was in his mouth, and dabs each corner of his lips with a napkin. Once more, he clears his throat before looking into the camera yet again.

“Oh, yeah. I was supposed to give some input about this match at Global Domination. Well, Gunner.. it goes like this...”

The Spaceman takes a deep breath, looking as if he is gearing up for a well thought out verbal onslaught. He then begins to deliver what he had been thinking.

“Fuck you.”

He then grins, cocking his head to the left before going back to stuffing his face. Slowly the camera fades to black, bringing an end to this awkward promo.


Once again, sorry for the poor layout.
I'm about to take off to a family cookout due to some people not being able to make my mom's funeral on Tuesday.

I'll get my entrance up after it.

[Magnus Gunner]

The two superstars collide in the center of the ring, quickly locking up in a collar and elbow tie. Having put on a few more pounds over recent weeks, the Eagle Division Champion holds the size and weight advantage, which he exploits as he backs the challenger into the nearest corner. With the referee barking at him, Jack breaks cleanly, yet reluctantly, every fiber in his being wanted to rip apart the loud mouthed Rock Messiah. Noticing this, Gunner looks to test Noble's psyche, quickly slapping the twinkie loving champion across his bearded face. Before the Heavyweight can exact retribution for the reprehensible act, Magnus cowardly slips between the ropes, forcing the referee's hand. John Blackwood steps in, and like a crowbar removing a wood cover, he breaks the two apart. The expression of rage on the usually even keel champion's face conveys the story; the Michigander was beginning to get under his skin, forfeiting the psychological battle, the match within the match so to speak. Knowing this, Gunner sports a supercilious smirk, taping his temple repeatedly, the gesture eliciting jeers from the crowd and scorn from his opponent.

Jimmy Pate: "Look at that smug smirk. That was totally disrespectful. This man has no class."
Ray White: "Oh come on Jim you know half the battle is mental. He's pushing Noble's buttons, making up for his physical limitations."

Magnus confidently leaves the corner, both men cautiously circling around the ring once more, eyes burning with intensity as they lock on the other. The once again meet in the center, once again locking up in a collar and elbow tie. The repeat of the previous grappling doesn't happen, Noble deciding to flourish his technical ability, quickly grasping one of Gunner's arm and spinning under it, whilst twisting the arm and wrist. Magnus winces in agony as he is subdued and immobilized by the top wristlock, Noble's face remained stern and unyielding, totally apathetic to his adversaries' yelps of pain. With his free hand, the Bostonian immediately lights of the Loaded Pistol's chest, assaulting his hairy sternum with his palm, the flesh wrenching knife-edge chop reverberating throughout the Solid Core Gymnasium. With his arm extended once again, Noble pulls back and laces the Michigander's chest with another Flair-grade chop, Jack and the fans "Whooing"along - with a painful shriek from the recipient. The champion lines Gunner up, before clacking his forearm into the sleazebag rocker's jaw. The bewildering shot causes Magnus' head to jerk back, whilst sending him staggering into the ropes, with the cables being used as a support system to keep the Motor City native upright. He doesn't remain vertical for long however, as Noble sizes him up before charging forward, swinging his arm. His aforementioned limb collides with Gunner's chest, the force behind the maneuver sending the Rock Messiah tumbling over the ropes and to the padded floor. As the degenerate rocker begins attempts to recuperate, Noble makes his way to the corner, quickly ascending the turnbuckle, the notion uncharacteristic of the champion yet somehow considering the caliber of the opponent he's facing and the high stakes a Eagle Division Championship holds. Nevertheless, we find the heroic, pastry loving Bostonian at the top rope, the cables slightly buckling beneath his tremendous weight. The fans begin cheering, applauding his desire for risks, and reckless behavior. As Gunner stumbles to his feet Noble leaps off the top rope, arching his body horizontally as gravity is activated, pulling him down through the electric atmosphere like an anchor plummeting through a body of water. Obliviously, Mangus turns, unable to brace himself as the two hundred and sixty pound champion lands on top of him, coercing him to the floor. The two competitors lie in a heap on the floor, with Gunner convulsing spasmodically, and Noble sprawling inertly.

"Kung-Fu Panda just landed on the challenger. That hurt watching it."
"Noble took a massive risk, and the Crossbody off the top rope paid off. That just goes to show how for he'll go to shut Gunner up once and for all."

Magnus is the first to stir, slowly crawling across the ringside area, trying to gather himself, finding it difficult to breath after having Noble's body mass collapse his chest. With the wind visibly knocked out of him, Gunner tries to make it back to his feet, until a hand grabs him by the hair, pulling him to a vertical base. Having convalesced, Jack bounces the Rock Messiah's head off the ring barrier, the Michigander immediately dazed upon having his cranium used as a human pinball. From there he repositions both he and the challenger, so that their backs are facing the crowd, before reaching around and grabbing his far shoulder. Afterward he wraps his right leg around Gunner's right, looking for a Russian Legsweep into the guardrail, a move that will definitely debilitate him. Marked by desperation, and the sensing of impeding danger, Magnus counter, elbowing Noble repeatedly in the skull, before clawing him in the eyes. The underhanded tactic, the ocular raking impairs Jack's vision, causing him to relinquish his grasp and giving the loquacious rocker time to clear the cobwebs and contemplate his next offensive sequence. He slowly plods in front of Noble and seizes his nearest arm before pulling him forward and sidestepping, executing an Irish Whip and effectively launching him forward. With the world a blur, the Eagle Division Champion is unable to protect himself, as his shoulder impinges the steel post. The reverberation of the collision between human flesh and steel is audible, with the sound serving also as an indicator to the change in momentum.

A smile flashes on Gunner's grizzled mug, his confidence and ego beginning to swell as he watches his opponent writhe in pain. Sauntering, the egomaniac approaches his fallen foe, slowly lifting Noble's carcass off the padded floor, the double champion cringing in pain as he gingerly holds his injured shoulder. With vigor, Gunner clacks his upper arm underneath Noble's chin, leaving his head whiplashing and sending him vaulting backward in the apron from the impact of the European Uppercut. As Jack stands on his feet, albeit groggily, Gunner quickly spins at three hundred and sixty degrees, before lifting his arm and maliciously driving his elbow into his foe's head. The vicious Roaring Elbow knocks Noble into a stupor, the momentum sending him sliding back inside the squared hell. As he rolls under the bottom rope, Magnus follows suit, quickly sliding in and going for a cover.

"ONE!"
"TWO!"

The champion answers the count with a spasm, mustering enough strength to jolt his shoulder off the mat to break the count. Gunner rises to his knees, twisted thoughts spewing in his head as he ponders ways to further exert his dominance and superiority.

"Gunner is in control. Rarely do we see Jack Noble at such a disadvantage, but that shoulder injury could be his undoing.
"Twinkies can't repair separated shoulders either."

TBCB by Noble

[-Jack Noble-]

“Twinkies might not repair that shoulder, but they have given Noble the size advantage here. I'm sure that will all play a part in the rest of the match, if Noble is able to continue, that is.”

After the seasoned commentator's statement, the EVPW referee bends down and asks Jack if he is good enough to continue the bout. Without hesitation, Jack replies, “Get the fuck out of here with that shit.” Looking a git disgruntled, John Blackwood nods and straightens up his body, standing tall. The Eagle Division Champion clutches his shoulder with the opposite hand before shaking it out, thinking that he will just be able to shake this injury off like he has many others in his career. An evil grin crosses Gunner's face as he sees Noble push himself off the mat to a sitting position. Suddenly, from behind the Spaceman, Magnus drops his weight against the top rope and propels himself toward the champion. Once he has almost reached his intended destination, he swings his right leg backward before whipping it forward, meeting Jack's injured shoulder blade in an ever so sickening way. Thunderous boos echo from the Aussie crowd at the disgusting act.

“Damn it to hell! It may be a good strategy, but it shows just the kind of man the challenger is.”

“A damn sexy one, if I do say so myself, Jim-Jim.”

Jack balls his fingers in towards the palms of his hands, making fists, trying to flex out the pain. However, it is obvious this tactic is not relieving any of the symptom. The middle aged villian, Magnus Gunner, then drops to his knees and places his hands on Nobles chest as he then proceeds to push the man to his back, making a cover attempt.

“New champion, new champion!”

John Blackwood jogs over and slides to all fours before he raises his hand up and slaps it to the mat for a count of one. Just as he brings his hand back up to the ready position, Jack flings his body upward while breathing heavily. The champion has a “no bullshit” twinkle, not Twinkie, look in his eyes, as he has obviously had enough of this abuse. Gunner takes notice of the champion coming to life and places both hands up, signaling he meant no harm, but the Twinkie loving, crowd pleaser is having none of it at all. The cocky rock n roller then places his hands to the mat and begins to scoot himself back, away from the angered heavy set man, thus allowing Noble to get up to a knee.

“Oh, my.. I think we've just witnessed a change of fate. Jack doesn't seem to care about the pain anymore, just what he needs to do to retain that gleaming title waiting outside of the ring.”

“Run, Gunner, run!”

Magnus Gunner takes Ray's sure fire advice, and exists stage left through the second rope. The pumped up Eagle Division Champion lunges toward him, however, he is unable to grab a hold of the fleeing challenger. Magnus looks him dead in the eyes before shaking his head and turning his back. He then flaps his hands down, symbolizing that he has had enough and begins to walk around the outside of the squared circle. The High Livin' SOB drops down to his back in the ring, as he then begins to roll out of it. John Blackwood then raises his hand, index finger extended as he yells out, “One!” this obviously being the count out number. Gunner, who is completely unaware of the pursuing champion, places his hands on his hips and looks down to the concrete that surrounds the ring area. A fan then yells, “This is why you'll never be the champ!” directly in his face. Obviously not liking the statement, Gunner spits a few words back at the EVPW fan, “Don't you have to be at home fucking your mom or something?” before laughter is heard all around that specific fan. However, will all this commotion surrounding the challenger, Jack is able to run up behind him, grab a solid hold of his tights, and then proceeds to have his momentum carry him. He whips his arms forward, sending Gunner head fist into the steel barricades outside of the ring, this gaining major pop from the sold out crowd.

“Payback time, Gunner! Noble sends him flying noggin' first into the cold steel.”

EVPW's local rock n roller drops to the ground like a ton of groovy bricks while Jack, on the other hand, quickly rolls into the ring, breaking the ten count the referee had begun moments ago before rolling back out, landing on his feet. The Spaceman then begins to go to work on his downed opponent. Holding on to the barricade for leverage, he begins to rain down kick after kick. Suddenly, Magnus Gunner's ever so sexy manager and girlfriend, Haven, pops up out of nowhere, and distracts the referee by shouting, “Hey, man, want a look at my disco?” John Blackwood, being a sucker for a good old fashion "disco", turns his head and nods. This allows Magnus to thunder out of the corner of the barricdes, throwing a trust worthy forearm directly into the champion's groin. This cheap shot causes Jack to stumble back and lean against the ring for assistance to stay standing.

“John, damn it, disqualify that man!”

“What? I didn't see anything, and neither did he! An opportunity opened up, and Gunner now has the advantage.”

“Even after all these years, I'm still appalled to hear you say that.”

Scurrying back to his feet, the challenger wraps an arm around Noble's head, rolling him back into the ring. Gunner then slides under the bottom ring rope himself and crawl on top of his blue balled opponent. Haven, who is still standing on the ring apron, points in the direction of the pin attempt, rallying the referee to direct his attention towards it. Blackwood quickly jolts his head around before jumping to the canvas in front of the two men. He slaps the mat for a one count, but he then realizes Jack had been aware enough of his surroundings to place his left foot on the bottom rope. The EVPW ring official points at the rope break while getting back up to his feet, telling Magnus that his attempt to win the match failed. Gunner immediately pops up to his own vertical base and begins to throw a verbal onslaught to the referee. However, this was a poor move by the challenger. Suddenly, Jack springs to life and sends his arm between the legs of his opponent, an obvious low blow, but the champion disguises it by rolling Gunner over for an old fashion school boy pin. The referee drops down where he has a vantage point to begin the pin count.

“This may be it for Gunner as Noble got himself some sweet, sweet payback!”

“Oh, sure, now it's fine if the champion does it, just not the Disco loving challenger...”

“Whatever, Ray.. whatever you say.”