KA-BOOM! Twin explosions create twin rising plumes of purple smoke, and the Amazing Amarettos, Carlo and Gomez, “magically” appear on the stage. They regale the crowd as they flourish their capes, twirl their wands, and tip their top hats to the audience in perfectly coordination with each other. Their lovely assistant Suzie steps out through the entry-way in a rather normal, non-magical fashion, and her eyes roll back as she holds out her arms in a half-assed show of presentation. The brothers pose with absolute pomp and majesty before all three make their way down to the ring.
The Amarettos perform all manner of magic tricks as they walk down the ramp, conjuring up all manner of cards, quarters, scarves, confetti, pigeons, and flower bouquets seemingly out of thin air. Carlo and Gomez climb up to the ring from opposite corners and converge at the center of the apron, where they take Suzie by either hand and delicately “levitate” her off the floor, over the ropes, and into the ring before stepping through the ropes themselves. With all three in the ring, they again pose majestically for the audience.
Howley: Here come these two fine athletes.
Moss: They’re Magicians.
Howley: Yeah the only magic you’re gonna witness is their greatness.
The familiar guitar licks and drum beats to “Nothin’ But a Good Time” by Poison hit your eardrums and from the back bounds Bowie Abrams and Bradlee Nelson in matching long tights and miles-wide smiles. They play to the studio audience, getting them into the show as they make their way to the ring. Once they’re between the ropes, they’ll flex and pose a bit for the laaaaadies before the bell rings.
Moss: These two are making their debut here tonight with a chance to compete for the Titles in a few weeks time.
Howley: It’s balderdash! The Amarrettos should already BE in that match and it’s a disgrace.
Moss: Well that’s not the case. Looks like Bowie and Gomez are going to start off the match.
As the bell rings the two men come face to face. A quick flex from Bowie as Gomez waves him off. And with the quickest of hands produces a small bouquet of flowers. Bowie looks on in amazement when he is smacked across the face. Bowie chops the chest of the muscular surfer. As he recoils backwards Gomez advances and lands a stiff knee to the stomach and grabs an arm. Whipping Bowie into the ropes. Gomez goes for a lariat but Bowie sucks under and rebounds back as Gomez goes for a back body drop, but yet again Bowie leaps over him. Gomez begins to get frustrated, as Bowie leaps towards him and hits a cross body. Bowie lays on top of him and hooks a leg.
1!
Moss: Quick KICKOUT by Gomez.
Gomez crawls towards Carlo and his outstretched arm. They are inches apart when Bowie grabs his leg and drags him to the middle of the ring. Gomez kicks his legs wildly to free himself and ends up knocking Bowie to the mat with an errant kick. Gomez mounts Bowie and begins to hammer away, when the ref admonishes him for hitting with closed fists. Gomez holds his hands up and makes his way to his corner. Tagging in Carlo as Bradlee reaches his hand out for his partner. Gomez rushes at Bradlee and knocks him off the apron as Carlo grabs Bowie and lifts him to his feet. Holding both arms behind him Gomez punches Bowie repeatedly in the gut. Until Bradlee grabs Gomez by the ankle and drags him out of the ring.
Moss: The ref needs to get control of this match. Two men are fighting outside and two on the inside.
Howley: I hate to agree with you, but your right.
Carlo drops Bowie to the mat and locks in a sleeper hold. On the outside Bradlee shoves Gomez back to his side of the ring. As the ref checks on Bowie. Before the ref can check Bowie riles himself up as the crowd begins to get on their side. With a back elbow to the gut of Carlo he releases the hold. Carlo whips Bowie quickly into the ropes, as Bradlee reaches and blind tags himself into the match.
Moss: I don’t think the ref saw that.
As Bradlee gets into the ring and clotheslines Carlo to the mat and then as Gomez attempts to get in does the same to him, as Bowie rolls out to the floor winded. As Bradlee is getting g fired up, Gomez rolls under the bottom rope and rolls Bowie back into the ring. Bradlee goes to grab Carlo but the ref stops him.
Howley: That’s right! Get out of the ring and tag in the right way!
Moss: It’s not his fault the ref didn’t see it.
Bradlee is furious. Stomping around the ring pleading his case, feverishly trying to explain what happened. Meanwhile the Amaretto’s are stomping on the body of Bowie. The two men leap high into the air, landing hard together with their elbows firmly planted in the sternum of Bowie.
Moss: Amazing Atom-Smasher!
Howley: Yes! Justice!
As Bradlee is climbing out of the ring, Gomez runs behind him and knocks him from behind, knocking him hard into the guard rails. Gomez slides out of the ring as the ref turns his attention to Carlo who has both legs hooked on Bowie.
One!
Moss: Not like this!
Two!
Three!
Howley: And the Amaretto’s advance to face off for the Tag Team Titles!
Robbins: The Winners of this matchup, and going onto SLAM-A-THON, THE AMAZING AMARETTOS!
Moss: Don’t sleep on Surf Express Bro, they had a heck of a debut here tonight! I’m excited to see them get another crack at it.
Inside the ring the Amarettos stand together with their assistant. Carlo throws down a smoke bomb but it’s not large enough, we can still see all three bail out of the ring. They get back together outside and pose. The fans boo loudly.