Wrestling Match 1: Beesting Jim Script

ANNOUNCER: Now entering, we’ve got a special competitor for you tonight folks. Originally from Reamesbury but now residing in the 2nd level of Hell, Standing 24 hands high and weighing in at a long ton, a Lady in the streets and a demon in the ring, please put your hands together for Lady Constans!   [enter Lady Constans]   ANNOUNCER: Entering the ring at a whopping 7’ 11” is the local legend, BEESTING JIM! A beast of a man, Jim fell into a meadery’s hive fields at the tender age of 45. After being stung repeatedly, he came to realize the power that lies in the stinger. Through sheer will, or by some divine intervention, Jim became Beesting Jim, commanding a swarm of the fierce insects to prove his superiority in the ring!   [enter Beesting Jim]   BSJ: You there! I see you’re a local lady! You think you can just come back here and reclaim your old turf? This here is MY ring now, Constans. Reamesbury is MY HIVE, not your stable. I’d like to see you try your best to reclaim it though! But I wouldn’t count on it. You can probably count on one hoof how many rounds it’ll take me to knock you out of here.     LC: Jim, bees? Really? I would think a man your age would have retired by now. Once you're under my hooves, you'll wish you had, or that the bees had finished you the first time. I'll have you out of the ring soon enough, you worm.     BSJ: I’d like to see you try, MY LADY. Better get some disinfectant ready, because this is gonna…. STING!   ANNOUNCER: IT SEEMS THINGS ARE GETTING HEATED! LET’S GO AHEAD AND START THE MATCH BEFORE THESE TWO TEAR THIS LOVELY VINEYARD TO THE GROUND!   [Gong]     [Beesting Jim is allowed to get three free guaranteed hits once the match begins, as sponsored by Reamesbury Trellis-Makers est. 8399. Method will be at his discretion]     [After the three guaranteed hits are made, both LC and BSJ are authorized to disengage from the script]