Two dings in succession, the match begins.
"Peanut Butter Hellstorm" versus "Exit Prince."
Running down the streets; don't want to miss a thing.
Hellstorm hits a suplex; and it shakes the ring.
The match only intensifies; they cheer within.
I knew I should have stayed at home; a pinch I'm in.
Hellstorm gains momentum, grasps the Prince's hand.
I'm almost home and hear the cheers; can barely stand.
Jumps him off the high ropes; makes an ending slam.
The ring was broken; Prince was down; and Peanut stands.
I slow my stride; fall to my knees, face in my hands.