It's not even edge of your seat stuff. It's stood up beer in hand,open mouthed transfixed spectacle territory. These kind of matchups are always the best, much like most fantasies. In reality it probably ends early at the end of of one of Tommy's unraveling wrecking bombs. Tommy is just too multi-dimensional. Jackson is just so dangerous though that you can't ever blink, pull your shorts up or even grab another bottle from the fridge. Even Master cashes in his co-op stamp books to buy the PPV for this.
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