Post by The BombTrax on Apr 16, 2016 19:02:52 GMT
Live from the El Paso County Colosseum
El Paso, TX
Thursday, April 28th, 2016 at 10 pm CST
Pure Amusement Wrestling
Proudly Presents:
BEFORE CURTAIN
ELSEWHERE OUTSIDE THE ARENA
BRANDY IRVING: Good evening, PAW. I have a guest with me and he's-GACK!
Opening Bout
Fatal Four Way
Trixie versus Al Envy versus Kelsey Spencer versus Jack Nomad
PERCY: Sounds to me like Jack Nomad might be out to hurt someone tonight.
CAT: God, i hope so.
PERCY: Cat! If we don't have wrestlers we can't have matches, and we don't have jobs!
CAT: Well, if we don't have people willing to hurt others, we have boredom, which means no fan base, which means no jobs.
PERCY: I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree, as Rhonda's in the ring, so take it away Mrs. Armstrong!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is the Fatal Four Way match, and will be fought under those rules. The first person to score a pinfall or submission will win the match.
"Take It Off" by The Donnas hits over the PA System, and the crowd reacts positively for the Blonde Bombshell's entrance. She doesn't make them wait long as she pushes through the curtain wearing a revealing top, and matching shorts, with boots up to her knee's. She stops at the top of the ramp, does a twirl that ends with her bending forward to adjust her boot and to give the crowd an ample show of her rear, before turning back towards the ring with a coy grin.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, standing at five foot six, and weighting in at 133 pounds. She hails from Las Vegas, Nevada...'The Blonde Bombshell'.....TRIXIE!!!
She bites her finger through a smile at the announcement before winking to the camera, and shimmying her way down to the ring, making sure her hips sway just so for the gentleman in attendance. When she reaches ringside, she hops up onto the ring apron, and pauses as she enters the ring in a bent over position just to get a little more bang for her buck, before coming into the ring completely with her arms raised over her head.
PERCY: Trixie looks gorgeous as ever. Let's hope she's ready to compete here tonight, as she's been having problems gaining momentum here in PAW.
CAT: Not to mention her ongoing backstage issues with CJ O'Donnell. Itching powder to the crotch is no joke, as Redrum found out when he got caught being a pantie sniffer.
"Swear it to the Sun" by Voodoo Johnson echoes off the arena, and after a few moments Al Envy emerges from the back wearing a jacket with 'Envy' written in gold across the back. He casts a gaze out over the crowd, who regard him with a mixed reaction, before starting down the ramp to ringside.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing next, he stands at six foot three, and weights in at 233 pounds. He hails from Fort Worth, Texas....he is 'Mr. Social Media'...AL ENVY!!
When Envy reaches ringside, he hops up onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and launches himself into the ring. He throws his fists over his head, and soaks in the mixed response, before taking a spot in a neutral corner opposite from Trixie.
PERCY: We don't know an incredible lot about Al Envy, only that he was recently the booker for Hate City Wrestling, and is wanting to use PAW to revitalize his career.
CAT: A win here tonight would help do that, but we'll just have to see if he can stand up to the challenge.
"Because I'm Awesome" by The Dollyrots replaces the previous song, and Kelsey Spencer bursts out of the curtain almost immediately, obviously hyped for the match, as she is brimming with energy. The fans begin to cheer as she bounces down to ringside with a smile on her face, stopping to high five fans as she goes.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing next, she stands at five foot seven, and weights in at 124 pounds, hailing from The Gold Coast, she is 'The Blue Thunder'....KELSEY SPENCER!!!
When Kelsey reaches ringside, she hops up onto the apron, scales the nearest turnbuckle, and hops off the top rope to the inside, throwing up horns with her fingers to the fans delight.
CAT: I think it's safe to say that Spencer is going to be a fan favorite.
PERCY: Most definitely. She's got this crowd fired up.
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making his way to the ring, he stands at six foot two, and weights in at 241 pounds. Hailing from Jersey City, New Jersey...
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, Jack throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he surveys the crowd. He then turns and enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: HARDCORE... JACK NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. He removes his vest and tosses it over to his corner where a ring attendant takes it.
PERCY: Well, if the crowd was happy, this guy just sucked the vibes from the room.
CAT: Hey, Jack Nomad's not out here to make nice with these fans. He's here to hurt somebody, which makes him my pick here tonight.
The four competitors in the ring loom close to their neutral corners as Rhonda Armstrong exits the ring, and A-Ref steps to the center, and calls for the bell. For a moment they tentatively look from one to the other, all on edge, and ready to strike. Finally, Jack Nomad and Al Envy lock eyes, and the two start towards the center of the ring.
CAT: Alright, it's showtime! Looks like the blokes are tired of waiting and ready to throw down.
PERCY: Yes, and the ladies seem content to hold back for a minute to see how this plays out.
When Nomad and Envy meet they come nose to nose, both men jawing back and forth. Suddenly, Al Envy takes a swing, but Nomad's able to block it, and returns fire. Before A-Ref even has the chance to make the first admonishment, all hell breaks loose, and the two men are standing toe to toe trading right after right. Nomad, the beefier of the two, begins to get the upper hand as Envy's blows come less often. After a few minutes, Al Envy has stopped putting up a fight, allowing Jack to hammer him back into the ropes before taking him by the wrist and shooting him off to the other side. On Envy's way back, he ducks a lariat attempt by Jack, and once more rebounds to duck a back elbow. On his third rebound, Nomad simply waits for him, arms spread wide so that he can't go anywhere but straight ahead, catching Al Envy when he arrives with a Samoan Drop. Both men impact off the mat, momentarily leaving Envy down.
PERCY: Big leverage move early out of Jack Nomad, but OH! Trixie from out of nowhere with a chop block to Nomad's knee, taking the man down to the mat!
CAT: She's sneaky like that. I'd almost like her if she weren't a human Barbie Doll!
Nomad rolls up to one knee, clutching at the other as he tries to regain his feet, but Trixie is there with forearms to her larger opponents jaw. Nomad is rocked, but not out of the fight, as he reaches up with one hand, and swats the 133 pound female away from him. Trixie stumbles backwards, and when she does, she ends up right into the waiting grasp of Kelsey Spencer, who hooks her between the legs, and takes her down to the mat in a school boy pin.
1...
2...
PERCY: Trixie Kick's out at two!
CAT: If Kelsey Spencer had just got a handful of tights, this could have been one of the shortest Fatal Four Way's that anyone's ever seen. What a dope!
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer is more dignified than that, and loves the spirit of true competition. She doesn't have to cheat to win. She has class.
CAT: Yeah, well we'll see how classy she is in just a second when Nomad takes her head off.
Both Spencer and Trixie pop up off the mat, and just when it looks like Trixie is going to have words with 'Blue Thunder', both women are taken off their feet by a vicious double clothesline by Nomad, who sprang from his recovery position by the ropes. Nomad, looking pleased with himself, pushes himself up to his feet just in time to catch a spinning back fist by Al Envy, knocking Jack back into the ropes. When he lands against them, somehow the top rope drops down, catching the middle rope, and Nomad finds himself inadvertently trapped, unable to get loose.
PERCY: Oh, no! Jack Nomad is tangled up in those ropes, and Al Envy is stalking forward like a man on a mission.
CAT: Well that was unforeseen. I'm changing my pick, Al Envy wins this thing for sure!
Envy moves in while Jack tries to kick at him to keep him at bay, A-Ref running from one side to the other like a chicken with his head cut off as to what to do. Envy doesn't leave him any room for debate, as he side steps one of Nomad's kicks, and moves in with brutal forearm shots to Nomad's unprotected face. Nomad's head is snapped back several times before A-Ref interjects himself between the two, arguing with Al Envy about the ethics of beating a defenseless man.
PERCY: A-Ref trying to reason with Envy, while it looks like Kelsey Spencer is taking matters into her own hands. She just helped Nomad get free from the ropes. I told you she's a class act.
CAT: She's a freakin' idiot! Who in the hell does that?
PERCY: She just wants to keep the spirit of the competition pure....oh, wait a minute! Envy just shoved A-Ref aside, and he's rushing at both Spencer and Nomad!
Envy reaches the two unsuspecting superstars with both arms extended fully at his sides, clotheslining both up and over the top rope, and down to the concrete below. Just as he turns to check on the status of his other opponent, he's met with a hard knee to the gut by Trixie, followed up with another, and then another. The Blonde Bombshell takes a step back, while Envy clutches his midsection, and she sails forward with a knee right into the side of Envy's head, the impact spinning him to hang precariously between the middle and top rope, overlooking the ring apron. Jack Nomad, back on his feet, notices this, springs forward, hops up onto the ring apron, hooks Envy around the head, and then falls straight back, yanking the man down to spike his head off the concrete floor. The fans go nuts.
PERCY: SPIKE DDT FROM THE APRON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR ON ENVY! Jack Nomad might have just killed that frickin' guy!
CAT: Trust me, Percy, if there were anytime in your career to go ahead and say 'fucking', that maneuver was it!
PERCY: Jack Nomad getting up to his feet, but you can't forget that Kelsey Spencer is out there too! OH! She just lit Jack up with a chop, and then another, OH MY GOD!!
CAT: THAT BLONDE CAN FLY!
While Kelsey Spencer chops away at Jack Nomad, and Al Envy lay lifeless at ringside, Trixie takes the opportunity to climb to the top rope, balance herself, and comes sailing off with a cross body that wipes out her remaining two opponents.
PERCY: Trixie just took out the rest of the match, and all four are down on the outside!
CAT: Yeah, and A-Ref is inside the ring, uncertain of what to do. There are no Count Out's in this match.
As A-Ref questions his usefulness, Trixie slowly gets to her feet by use of the steel barrier. When she turns to survey the damage, she sees that Spencer is already halfway to her feet as well, so she helps her the rest of the way up, and chunks her back into the ring. The Blonde Bombshell is quick to follow, and is back on her feet quickly to meet the rising Spencer with a forearm shot that sends her reeling back into one of the corners. From there, Trixie goes about the task of lighting her up with chops.
PERCY: Well we got Trixie chopping away at Kelsey Spencer in the ring, and it looks like Jack Nomad is getting to his feet on the outside. I don't know, but I think someone should consider getting Al Envy some medical treatment. I haven't seen him move since that DDT.
CAT: Oh, he's about to move alright. Nomad just reached down, and is jerking him up to his feet! Looks like he's not done inflicting punishment...
As Nomad pulls up Envy, he takes him by the wrist, and makes to sling him towards the steal barrier keeping the fans away from the action. By some miracle, Envy holds onto Nomads wrist as he goes, spinning, and reversing the whip sending Nomad instead. The reversal doesn't leave Jack enough time to turn to his back, so he crashes into the unforgiving steel abdomen first, flipping up and over to land in the laps of the front row. Al Envy reaches up to his forehead, still a bit dazed, before stumbling forward to finish what he started.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Trixie stops her tirade of chops, takes Spencer by the wrist, and whips her to the far side. The Blonde Beauty rushes in behind her, but much to her surprise, when Spencer reaches the corner, she grabs the top rope, sends her bottom half up into the air, easily allowing Trixie to strike the Turnbuckle instead. Spencer lands safely behind Trixie, and when she turns around, Kelsey rushes forwards, jumps up to land on Trixie's thighs, hooks her around the back of her head with her hands, and then falls back using her legs to send The Blonde sailing across the ring to land firmly on her back.
PERCY: Beautiful reversal and Monkey Flip by Spencer, while Jack Nomad's having his troubles with Al Envy out in the crowd. This is getting out of control!
CAT: Are you kidding me, Percy! These fans are getting an up close and personal visit from two PAW superstars! What more could you ask for?
Al Envy yanks the barricade out from the front row so he has room to hop over and land beside Jack Nomad, who's trying to get to his feet. The fans pat both men on the back as Security moves to try and separate the action from the crowd. This proves unsuccessful. Just as Nomad gets vertical, a fan slips Al Envy a chair, and without hesitation he spins, bringing it crashing into the side of Nomad's skull. The sound of steel meeting bone clangs throughout that section of ringside, and Nomad wobbles, falling back over the guardrail and to the confines of ringside. The fans go nuts as Envy thrusts the chair over his head, before tossing it to the ground. He hops the guardrail once again, and starts laying the boots to a downed Jack Nomad.
In the ring, Trixie gets back to her feet, only to be caught with a dropkick by Spencer that sends her crashing back into the corner she had landed in after the monkey flip. Upon impact, Trixie falls down into a seated position in the corner, and Spencer steps up, grabbing the woman by her feet, and yanking her a short way from the corner. She then steps over the prone Trixie, takes hold of the top rope, hops straight up, throws her feet forwards into a split, which sends her legs bouncing off the ropes while the rest of her body turns into a back flip.
PERCY: SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT BY SPENCER! And she's still down for the cover!
CAT: I'm changing my pick! Kelsey Spencer is going to win this!
1...
2...
Thre-Al Envy appears out of nowhere with a stomp to the back of Spencer's head, knocking her off of Trixie, and breaking up the almost three count.
PERCY: Al Envy with a down to the wire save there, and he's jerking Spencer up by the hair of the head, and just drove her face first into the very turnbuckle she performed the moonsault from!
CAT: That man looks like he means business! I told you he'd win!
Envy spins Kelsey around, and takes her by the wrist, sending her hard to the far side. She hits the turnbuckle back first, impacting so hard that it forces her to stumble back out towards the center of the ring. Envy comes rushing in, and leaps into the air, connecting his knee into Spencer's temple.
PERCY: CONCUSSION!!! Al Envy dropping for a cover!
1...
2...
Thre-The Count suddenly stops as A-Ref is yanked to the outside by Jack Nomad. Nomad doesn't give the disgruntled Ref a chance to complain, before he hops up onto the ring apron.
CAT: Jack Nomad is back in this thing!
PERCY: Not if Al Envy has anything to say about it!
Envy, upon noticing Nomad, hops up and rushes towards the corner closest to where Nomad is standing. He hops up to the second rope, spins while extending his leg, and goes for a springboard round house kick. Jack, however, is wise to the move, and ducks underneath the flying foot. Envy lands in front of Nomad, but facing away, and Jack quickly reaches over the ropes and traps Envy's left arm behind him, while reaching in front of him with the right, and pulling him all the way against the ropes into a chicken wing. Nomad slips one foot through the middle rope, then the other, and manages to trap Envy in a body scissors as well, making this a cross faced chicken wing by assist from the ropes.
PERCY: I've never seen anything like this! Jack Nomad has Al Envy locked into The Hurt Locker submission, through the freakin' ropes!
CAT: I knew it! That's my pick, right there, and Al Envy's got nowhere to go!
PERCY: Stop changing your pick every five seconds!
CAT: HEY! I'm a girl that needs options!
Al Envy calls out in pain as Jack Nomad rocks back on his seated position on the middle rope, adding even more torque to the unmerciful hold. Meanwhile, Trixie watches all of this from one knee in the corner where she took the moonsault. The Blonde Bombshell hops up to her feet, and rushes the two men locked in their fixed positions, and throws all of her might into a shoulder thrust that first strikes Al Envy, subsequently knocking Jack Nomad off balance. Nomad tumbles down to the concrete awkwardly from the ring apron, landing squarely on the back of his head, neck, and shoulders, while Envy falls to the mat in the ring, uncertain of which part of his anatomy hurts worse.
PERCY: Trixie stopped that submission attempt by Nomad, and really unsettled the scales of this match!
CAT: God damn it! Alright, alright....Trixie's my pick!
Kelsey Spencer crawls towards the ropes, using them to try and get back to her feet. Just as she's there, Trixie power walks over to her, and sends the tip of her shoe directly between her legs. Spencer's eyes bulge, and she shrinks back down to the mat in pain and surprise.
PERCY: COULDN'T HELP MYSELF TO SPENCER!!
CAT: She really couldn't, could she?
Al Envy, over in the corner where he fell, gingerly pulls himself up, holding his midsection with one hand, his neck with the other, when he turns around to survey the battlefield. Al Envy's eyes bulge in surprise at what he finds, and the deafening crowd doesn't help him keep it together as he looks down to find Trixie's fist firmly embedded right into his groin. He looks back up, opens his mouth to gasp something, and then falls back to the mat.
PERCY: This place is going ballistic! Trixie just kicked Spencer in the crotch, and now has punched Al Envy in his!
CAT: This girl is about to taste victory!
Trixie nods out at the crowd as she stumbles away from Envy, and the fans pour out their adulation at what has become an expected part of the show. Just as she's about to reach down and pull Kelsey away from the ropes, she looks up to notice Jack Nomad getting to his feet. She shakes her head, and makes her way towards the ropes, slipping out to land at ringside. She sneaks around the ring post, creeping her way to come up behind Nomad, who faces away from her unaware. The fans begin to boo, but she pays them no mind as he slowly turns to face her. She rares back, swinging her leg forward for her famous punt to the groin, but instead, finds it blocked by Nomad's outstretched hands. In those hands, are his barbed-wire silver mop handle, which Trixie's shin just bounced off of.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! JACK NOMAD USED THAT MOP HANDLE TO BLOCK TRIXIE'S LOW BLOW, AND SHE MIGHT HAVE JUST BROKEN HER LEG!
CAT: Ooooooo Now we're talking, Percy! It's bout to get bloody!
Trixie hits the ground with a howl of pain, grabbing at her injured limb to no avail. Nomad sneers down at her, before turning his attention back to the two opponents getting to their feet back inside the ring. Nomad slips in, and pops up to his feet, choking up on the handle of his modified mop handle, and prepares to waffle the first person to get vertical.
PERCY: This doesn't look good for either one of the superstars in the ring. Jack Nomad is out for blood!
CAT: The gorier he better, I always say.
Kelsey Spencer is the first to her feet, and Jack Nomad charges at her with his mop handle raised to strike. She looks up and sees his approach, and at the last second ducks a swipe, rolling forward, and back up to her feet in the center of the ring. At the same time, Al Envy comes charging in with a clothesline, but the heroine ducks this attempt as well, allowing Al Envy to run head long into a waiting Jack Nomad. Nomad swings the mop handle like he was teeing off at the golf coarse, and it connects flush with Al Envy's chin. The blow snaps Envy's head back, sending him crashing to the mat in a spray of blood.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! JACK NOMAD JUST DESTROYED AL ENVY'S FACE!
CAT: Oh come on, Percy. Don't be so dramatic. At worse, he just dislocated his jaw.
Envy rolls over onto his elbows and knees, his injured face buried in the palms of his hands. Blood drips down onto the canvas from the wound inflicted by the barbed wire mop handle, and Jack Nomad steps over the man's body, clearly not done. He raises the mop handle high over his head, much to the horror of Kelsey Spencer, who watches from the other side of the ring. He looks up at her with a wicked grin, before bringing the mop handle down across Al Envy's back again, again, and again. Finally the mop handle cracks in half, but the mark it's left across the back and shoulders of Al Envy is obvious.
PERCY: That was nothing short of a mugging. This Jack Nomad is dangerous, and seems more interested in creating terror than actual competition.
CAT: That's what makes him so sexy, Percy. He's a bad boy to the 9th degree!
Nomad tosses the useless mop handle to the side, and looks over at Kelsey Spencer who eyeballs him warily. Al Envy rolls over onto his back, a bloody mess, barely coherent. Suddenly Spencer rushes forwards, and Jack moves in for a strike. Blue Thunder ducks under the strike, hops up onto the second ropes, and just when Jack turns back to face her, she springboards into a drop kick that takes the man off his feet. He pops back up quickly as Kelsey moves in with right hands to his jaw, forcing him back into the ropes. She takes him by the wrist, and whips him to the far side, but he reverses it, sending her instead. She rebounds, and he rushes in to meet her, catching her around the head, and using their shared momentum to severely whip her over his shoulder into a vicious snap mare driver.
PERCY: CHRIST ALMIGHTY! THE SPINE JACKER ONTO KELSEY SPENCER!
CAT: That was bone chilling! And Nomad with the cover! He's got this thing sewed up!
1...
2...
Thre-The ref gets yanked from the ring just as his hand is about to come down for three, effectively stopping the count. When Nomad looks over his shoulder, A-Ref is on the outside arguing with Trixie, who's hopping up and down on one foot. He jerks himself off the mat, visibly irate as he makes his way towards the edge of the ring. Trixie sees him coming, and shoves A-Ref out of the way, as Nomad drops to the outside. She drives in forearm shots before he's even landed, driving her much larger opponent towards the steal post. Leaning up against it now, Jack Nomad makes to swat Trixie away, but she persistently continues with her attack. Finally, after taking several blows to his face, he reaches out with one of his boots, and kicks the woman's good leg out from under her.
PERCY: This is not going to be good. Trixie just went down cause she's essentially working with one leg, and now Nomad is grabbing her up by her blonde hair. You can tell by his face he has evil intentions.
CAT: Um...Percy....we've got a development in the ring.
While Jack Nomad leads Trixie around on the outside by the hair of her head, Kelsey Spencer slowly stirs in the center of the ring. She begins to gingerly roll towards the outside, until something causes her to come to a stop. She woozily looks over to see what's blocked her path, and Al Envy, still flat on his back, lies right beside her. She shakily raises her arm into the air, and completes one final roll that ends with her draping that arm over Envy's chest. A-Ref drops down for a cover.
1...
Jack drives Trixie face first into the guard rail, never letting go of her hair as she goes limp.
2...
Jack pulls her head back, driving it down again, for the first time hearing the mat being slapped a second time. He looks back over to the ring, eyes going wide, as he releases Trixie and makes a dash towards the apron.
3!!!
Jack slides in just in time to watch Kelsey Spencer roll over Al Envy and out to the other side, barely able to gain her footing, and falling back into the guard rail to help keep her upright.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The Winner of this match via pinfall, 'BLUE THUNDER' KELSEY SPENCER!!
Nomad's hands, covered in his victim's blood, shoot up to his hairline, and he shakes his head 'no' in complete disbelief. With a snarl of rage he shoots towards the side of the ring to go after Kelsey Spencer, who upon seeing this, hops the guard rail. The fans make a protective ring around their new hero, cutting Jack off from pursuit. Just when it looks like he's about to nail one of the more vocal fans, Security arrives at ringside to ensure that Jack Nomad leaves. Furious, Nomad spits on 4Loco's security patch, and stalks up the ramp, Jawing at the booing fans as he goes.
PERCY: Jack Nomad is not happy about losing this match, and damn near took it out on ringside. You gotta believe that this isn't over between any of these four here tonight.
CAT: Damn right, nor should it be. These fans might think Kelsey Spencer is some sort of hero, but she flat out stole this match. Jack Nomad's the one who took out Al Envy. If it hadn't been for that slut, Trixie, this thing would have been his all day long!
PERCY: Hey! Trixie was just doing what she had to do to try and stay in this match. As was Kelsey Spencer! Maybe if Jack Nomad wasn't such a loose cannon, he would have got the victory, but from where I'm sitting, that dude's certifiable.
CAT: I'm not going to debate this with you. There's more developments going on backstage.
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Singles Match
William Saint versus Tapioca Joe
PERCY: Well, it looks like Alex Blake is planning to make his return to PAW in two weeks time!
CAT: You sound awfully excited about that, Percy. I mean, isn't he a reality star washout?
PERCY: Maybe so, but Blake has all the tools in the world to make it in that ring. It should be interesting to see what he comes up with.
CAT: Well, I think the bigger story at this point is Redrum and our enhancement talent. What kind of plan do you think that sicko clown has up his sleeve?
PERCY: No telling, but I bet it'll be something crazy. But right now, Rhonda's in the ring, and this match is a go!
A pair of bright, golden lights flash across existence as Queen's "Princes of the Universe" sounds out across the arena. At the :15 mark, the lights fall on the center of the platform, where Tapioca Joe stands still and prepared, wearing his trademark black wrestling pants. At the :27 mark, he turns around toward the ring and raises his arms, cueing a display of brilliant, showering golden fireworks shooting wonderfully up from the side of the ramp. He stands and looks around coolly as cheers from the diehard wrestling fans who recognize who he is rain down upon him from all sides, until the :45 mark, when he begins to make his way down to the ring, slapping a couple of hands on the way down the ramp. At the 1:11 mark, Joe removes his jacket and tosses it calmly down onto the floor. He ascends the steps of the ring and enters.
CAT: It appears that some of our fans are keen to ole' Joe there.
PERCY: That 'ole man may have some years on him, but he's tough as nails, and resilient to boot.
CAT: I knew we wouldn't make it through a taping without these asshats coming out.
CAT: Wait! Does that mean I'm out of a job already! I HAVEN'T EVEN MADE IT THROUGH MY FIRST DAY!
CAT: You know, I had stock in that company, and I wasn't smart enough to get out in time.
CAT: I agree. Take your ass back to Canada, where they'll apologize to you for being a douche bag!
He continues looking toward the backstage sure that the P.A.W. owner was playing close attention to his words.
CAT: You know what they say, you can't teach old dogs new tricks.
CAT: Maybe so, but it's Lady Munin who keep's letting them in the ring.
CAT: Does Lady Munin really believe that this is going to make people want to join her organization? Wanton destruction of talent?
PERCY: Send those bastards scattering!
Singles Match
Alexandra Kelly versus Muru
The Box Office
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Special Guest: Luke Knux & The Scumbag Society
Grudge Match
Tag Match
#I'mWithStevie (Lola and Harris) versus The BombTrax (Press & Youth)
{Main Event}
Ladder Match
-Titans of the Midway Championship-
Calvin Harris versus Johnny Raike(c)
BEFORE CURTAIN
As the show opens we see Johnny Raike backstage, whistling a jaunty tune and already dressed for battle, whiffleball bat slung over his shoulder. He searches around for a moment, before calling over a crew member.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hey, we got any of those tall directors chairs? You know, the ones with the arms, generally fold up?
CREW MEMBER: Uhhh...
JOHNNY RAIKE: Or at least something better than a folding chair? The arms would be perfect to prop the bat up while I gorilla glue thumb tacks to it.
CREW MEMBER: Wait, what?
JOHNNY RAIKE: I know, you'd think I could do that before the show, but Amtrak has made it very clear I'm not allowed to bring a bat full of tacks onto the train. Bat is fine, the box of tacks is fine, but put them together and suddenly you're violating corporate policy.
CREW MEMBER: ...let me see what I can do
As the man walks away, Johnny spots the camera and beckons it over.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hi guys! I'm so excited about my match tonight that I just had to get here a little early, get a great spot to watch the show. I usually don't watch in real time, things to do and time to do it in type situation, you understand. But for some strange reason, I just really want to keep a close eye on things tonight. Make sure Pure Amusement Wrestling is able to provide the level of intense competition that you've all come to expect. Plus, I like the amusement of using gorilla glue while sitting at the gorilla position. Makes me smile.
The American Wet Dream hits the camera with one of his high beam smiles.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Plus I wouldn't want to miss my cue. I've got some friends coming in to watch this match, how would they feel if I didn't get down to the ring at just the right time. And I'm really very interested in this whole William Saint vs Tapioca Joe match. Something about it, I just feel like I have to be keeping a very close eye on it. Could mean big things for this company, just on a hunch. And who knows, perhaps all the action I'll see tonight will inspire me even more to kick every bit of shit out of Calvin Harris. We can certainly hope so. I'd say I'd make him a true martyr, but the Bowie's honest of it is that he's merely going to die for his own sins. Namely his asshole way of approaching the world, willingness to use sexuality as an insult, and that fucking hair style. You know that doesn't look good, and yet, there it is; bad, half-fried dye job like you got halfway through a Rouge cosplay and said fuck it. At least you didn't also affect a bad Mississippi accent. But on the note of my desire to turn Calvin into a fine blood paste, where the hell is my chair?
As if on cue, the crew member returns, directors chair in hand. Johnny thanks the man with a big hug before plopping down and pulling glue and tack from his pockets.
JOHNNY RAIKE: See you soon guys. All of you.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hey, we got any of those tall directors chairs? You know, the ones with the arms, generally fold up?
CREW MEMBER: Uhhh...
JOHNNY RAIKE: Or at least something better than a folding chair? The arms would be perfect to prop the bat up while I gorilla glue thumb tacks to it.
CREW MEMBER: Wait, what?
JOHNNY RAIKE: I know, you'd think I could do that before the show, but Amtrak has made it very clear I'm not allowed to bring a bat full of tacks onto the train. Bat is fine, the box of tacks is fine, but put them together and suddenly you're violating corporate policy.
CREW MEMBER: ...let me see what I can do
As the man walks away, Johnny spots the camera and beckons it over.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hi guys! I'm so excited about my match tonight that I just had to get here a little early, get a great spot to watch the show. I usually don't watch in real time, things to do and time to do it in type situation, you understand. But for some strange reason, I just really want to keep a close eye on things tonight. Make sure Pure Amusement Wrestling is able to provide the level of intense competition that you've all come to expect. Plus, I like the amusement of using gorilla glue while sitting at the gorilla position. Makes me smile.
The American Wet Dream hits the camera with one of his high beam smiles.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Plus I wouldn't want to miss my cue. I've got some friends coming in to watch this match, how would they feel if I didn't get down to the ring at just the right time. And I'm really very interested in this whole William Saint vs Tapioca Joe match. Something about it, I just feel like I have to be keeping a very close eye on it. Could mean big things for this company, just on a hunch. And who knows, perhaps all the action I'll see tonight will inspire me even more to kick every bit of shit out of Calvin Harris. We can certainly hope so. I'd say I'd make him a true martyr, but the Bowie's honest of it is that he's merely going to die for his own sins. Namely his asshole way of approaching the world, willingness to use sexuality as an insult, and that fucking hair style. You know that doesn't look good, and yet, there it is; bad, half-fried dye job like you got halfway through a Rouge cosplay and said fuck it. At least you didn't also affect a bad Mississippi accent. But on the note of my desire to turn Calvin into a fine blood paste, where the hell is my chair?
As if on cue, the crew member returns, directors chair in hand. Johnny thanks the man with a big hug before plopping down and pulling glue and tack from his pockets.
JOHNNY RAIKE: See you soon guys. All of you.
ELSEWHERE OUTSIDE THE ARENA
The scene fades in outside the El Paso County Coliseum as the fans are entering into the building to attend Wicked Nine put on by Pure Amusement Wrestling. Within the crowd is a figure wearing a black hoodie covering his face from the camera as he makes his way through the crowd but not doing anything that will draw attention to himself.
RASPY VOICE: So this is Pure Amusement Wrestling.
He slowly walks up to the doors as he hands his ticket to the attendant who tears it in half and hands him the other part. A smile forms across his face as he walks into the arena and starts walking around but instead of going to his seat he disappears into the back. It seems that he is either invisible or the workers are too busy to even notice someone strange in the back area of the arena until he finds a ladder leading up the rafters above the stage. He glances around to make sure noone is watching as he slowly climbs the ladder until he reaches the top.
RASPY VOICE: This could get very interesting really quick.
He walks to the middle of the rafter until he is directly above the ring and takes a seat as he legs hang over the rafters as he looks down to watch the fans takes their seat. A sly grin forms across his face as pulls a remote from his pocket and pushes a button. The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as Behemoth - O Father O Satan O Sun begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as the fans look towards the stage trying to figure out who the music belongs to but noone comes out a demonic laugh fills the arena as the music slowly fades away.
RASPY VOICE: Damnation is coming to Pure Amusement Wrestling and tonight the wrestlers in the back should grow eyes in the back of their head and wonder what lurks in the shadows.
As the last word finishes a spotlight is pointed towards the rafters as you notice the figure as he removes the hoodie to reveal a black GZW2K1 t-shirt with red lettering on the front of it.
RASPY VOICE: I bet everyone is wondering who I am. I’m the demon that lurks in the shadows and I go by Red Dragon the Minister of Evil. I’m here for a purpose and that is To retrieve what was stolen. The warning has been issued.
Red Dragon lets out a demonic laugh as a lightning bolt strikes the spotlight making it shatter, By the time they get another spotlight on the rafters the only thing left is the GZW2K1 shirt.
“A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat joins a long pan of the semi-darkened El Paso County Colosseum, revealing within the spotlights that the turnout is packing the building to capacity, with some spilling out of their seats. The song plays and we sweep over the ring, the fans, the stands, the ramp, backstage where workers hurry to set up.
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from previous WICKED#8. A shot of Muru nailing the Muru Splash on Richard Stone; Then a scene of Jack Nomad driving knee's into Luke Knux's face; Alexandra Kelly locking in 'The Alex Effect' on Trixie while Johnny Sykes tries, and fails to make the save; John Champa and Joshua Dane standing triumphant over William Saint's body during The Box Office; Johnny Raike dropping for the cover over CJ O'Donnell after a vicious Full Frontal; The BombTrax standing at the top of the stage, staring down on Lola and Stevie in the ring; Then a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen before the speakers cut the music. The focus of the camera falls on the announce table where sits a scrawny man in glasses with a pocket protector in his white button up shirt, and a shapely female that looks like she walked right out of the pages of a Co-Ed Playboy issue.
PERCIVAL BANION CHORD: Welcome everyone one to a packed out crowd here at the El Paso County Colosseum here in downtown El Paso, Texas for Pure Amusement Wrestlings WICKED#9! I am one of your hosts for this evening, Percy Banion Chord, and this lovely lady to my right is my co-host for the evening, Caitlin Casey.
CAITLIN CASEY: That's Cat to these folks, Percy.
PERCY: You got it, Cat. Now I'm sure most of you are wondering what exactly it is we're doing out here, and where is Philo B. Pope and Charissa Clark. Well, unfortunately, those two are no longer employee's here at PAW, and we wish them the best of luck in all their future endeavors.
CAT: Speak for yourself, Percy. I don't wish luck to anyone who would fuck a goat! Well, maybe bad luck, but still. That's just sick.
PERCY: Please, Cat! Language! We have to make a good first impression out here, or unless you haven't noticed, these people go through announcers like Charissa Clark went through Philo B. Pope's anus!
CAT: God, you're right. I better watch my P's and Q's.
Cat rolls her eyes at Percy, who simply shakes his head before launching into his spiel.
PERCY: They say everything's bigger in Texas, and that's no exception for our show here tonight! Cat, we've got a main event that is going to rock the socks off this place!
CAT: Don't you mean boots?
PERCY: Them too! Johnny Raike defends his Titans of the Midway Championship against Calvin Harris in a ladder match! What could be more exciting than that?
CAT: Oh, I don't know, how about our Semi-Main Event where the I'm With Stevie Movement takes on The BombTrax? With the problems these men have had for the past couple of months, things are almost guaranteed to break down here tonight.
PERCY: That's putting it mildly. There is no love loss between Press and Stevie Harris, and adding Lola and Youth into the mix isn't going to stabilize it any. If I were a betting man, I'd wager that the rules will get thrown out early.
CAT: You know, Percy, if we're going to work together, you're going to have to figure out your own things to say. 'THAT' was pretty much exactly what I said, just nerdier.
PERCY: Well, I'm sorry, Cat. I'll try to do better next time when giving my description of events. Perhaps you can write down a few slang words I can use from time to time to sound like an uneducated ass with a three letter name for a feline.
CAT: Ooooo, Percival! I would have never guessed you had the stones.
PERCY: DO. NOT. CALL. ME. PERCIVAL!
CAT: Wow. Seems I've found a sore spot.
PERCY: Only my mother calls me Percival, and she's dead.
CAT: Did you kill her for naming you Percival.
Percy pauses for a minute to reach into his pants pocket and produces an inhaler. He closes his eyes, puts the inhaler to his lips, and takes a deep breath before setting it on the table, and looking over at Cat.
PERCY: I can already tell that this is going to be a long night, isn't it?
CAT: Oh, lighten up, Percy! We've got a packed house, loads of action coming up, AND...WE'RE IN TEXAS!
PERCY: Yeah, well, can we just get back to it then?
CAT: Sure, why don't you tell them about The Box Office?
PERCY: That's right folks, I'm seeing a lot of Scumbag Society T-shirts in the crowd, and right here tonight, we are going to be hearing from the Rock God himself, Luke Knux, and the Society's going to be playing us a few songs.
CAT: That Luke Knux....woooo......He might be getting flashed tonight.
PERCY: Try and tone it down, Cat. Anyways, we've also got The Pixie in action against Muru. That guy seems like he genuinely wants to make PAW a better place. Really nice guy, with a lot of good qualities.
CAT: Whatever. It's a hoax. This business isn't about nice, it's about kicking peoples teeth in, and I'm hoping that's exactly what Alexandra Kelly does to him tonight.
PERCY: Moving on, William Saint will be taking on Tapioca Joe, and I'll be honest, I'm surprised that those two went for this match. They were seen palling around with each other after WICKED#8, so for them to be going into battle tonight seems a little odd.
CAT: Hey, both are new to PAW, despite Saint's international resume, and when management says go, you go. This isn't a business for friends, Percy.
PERCY: So you've said, but with William Saint's problems of late with the GZW invaders, John Champa and Joshua Dane, I have to wonder if this match isn't a moot point from the start.
CAT: I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but our opening bout is what I'm really excited about. We got four PAW superstars ready to tear each other's heads off, and I can't wait.
PERCY: That's right, folks, we got Trixie, Al Envy, Kelsey Spencer, and Jack Nomad competing in a Fatal Four Way to kick things off. These matches are usually super exciting because of all the action, but the first person to score the pinfall wins the whole thing, and that's not an easy thing to do with this many bodies around the ring.
CAT: Well if it were easy, Percy, it'd be no fun.
PERCY: Can't deny that, and a win of this magnitude will definitely cause that superstars stock to rise. What are we waiting for? Let's get to it!
Suddenly darkness fills the arena as several lightning strikes strike the entrance ramp, each strike lighting up the arena brighter and brighter. After the fourth strike silence fills the arena as the giant screen above the stage comes to life with words scrolling across it.
As soon as the words appear on the screen they are quickly replaced by a shadowy figure. A loud boom sounds over head followed by another crack of lightning as the lights come back on.
CAT: Um.....what the fuck?
PERCY: I'm pretty sure this happened before on WICKED#8. Between these pyrotechnics, Johnny Raike's enthusiasm, and some Demon trying to get in the door outside.....this is already turning into one hell of a night.
CAT: Hey, I'm getting word in my headset that Brandy Irving has something brewing in the back. Let's check it out.
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from previous WICKED#8. A shot of Muru nailing the Muru Splash on Richard Stone; Then a scene of Jack Nomad driving knee's into Luke Knux's face; Alexandra Kelly locking in 'The Alex Effect' on Trixie while Johnny Sykes tries, and fails to make the save; John Champa and Joshua Dane standing triumphant over William Saint's body during The Box Office; Johnny Raike dropping for the cover over CJ O'Donnell after a vicious Full Frontal; The BombTrax standing at the top of the stage, staring down on Lola and Stevie in the ring; Then a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen before the speakers cut the music. The focus of the camera falls on the announce table where sits a scrawny man in glasses with a pocket protector in his white button up shirt, and a shapely female that looks like she walked right out of the pages of a Co-Ed Playboy issue.
PERCIVAL BANION CHORD: Welcome everyone one to a packed out crowd here at the El Paso County Colosseum here in downtown El Paso, Texas for Pure Amusement Wrestlings WICKED#9! I am one of your hosts for this evening, Percy Banion Chord, and this lovely lady to my right is my co-host for the evening, Caitlin Casey.
CAITLIN CASEY: That's Cat to these folks, Percy.
PERCY: You got it, Cat. Now I'm sure most of you are wondering what exactly it is we're doing out here, and where is Philo B. Pope and Charissa Clark. Well, unfortunately, those two are no longer employee's here at PAW, and we wish them the best of luck in all their future endeavors.
CAT: Speak for yourself, Percy. I don't wish luck to anyone who would fuck a goat! Well, maybe bad luck, but still. That's just sick.
PERCY: Please, Cat! Language! We have to make a good first impression out here, or unless you haven't noticed, these people go through announcers like Charissa Clark went through Philo B. Pope's anus!
CAT: God, you're right. I better watch my P's and Q's.
Cat rolls her eyes at Percy, who simply shakes his head before launching into his spiel.
PERCY: They say everything's bigger in Texas, and that's no exception for our show here tonight! Cat, we've got a main event that is going to rock the socks off this place!
CAT: Don't you mean boots?
PERCY: Them too! Johnny Raike defends his Titans of the Midway Championship against Calvin Harris in a ladder match! What could be more exciting than that?
CAT: Oh, I don't know, how about our Semi-Main Event where the I'm With Stevie Movement takes on The BombTrax? With the problems these men have had for the past couple of months, things are almost guaranteed to break down here tonight.
PERCY: That's putting it mildly. There is no love loss between Press and Stevie Harris, and adding Lola and Youth into the mix isn't going to stabilize it any. If I were a betting man, I'd wager that the rules will get thrown out early.
CAT: You know, Percy, if we're going to work together, you're going to have to figure out your own things to say. 'THAT' was pretty much exactly what I said, just nerdier.
PERCY: Well, I'm sorry, Cat. I'll try to do better next time when giving my description of events. Perhaps you can write down a few slang words I can use from time to time to sound like an uneducated ass with a three letter name for a feline.
CAT: Ooooo, Percival! I would have never guessed you had the stones.
PERCY: DO. NOT. CALL. ME. PERCIVAL!
CAT: Wow. Seems I've found a sore spot.
PERCY: Only my mother calls me Percival, and she's dead.
CAT: Did you kill her for naming you Percival.
Percy pauses for a minute to reach into his pants pocket and produces an inhaler. He closes his eyes, puts the inhaler to his lips, and takes a deep breath before setting it on the table, and looking over at Cat.
PERCY: I can already tell that this is going to be a long night, isn't it?
CAT: Oh, lighten up, Percy! We've got a packed house, loads of action coming up, AND...WE'RE IN TEXAS!
PERCY: Yeah, well, can we just get back to it then?
CAT: Sure, why don't you tell them about The Box Office?
PERCY: That's right folks, I'm seeing a lot of Scumbag Society T-shirts in the crowd, and right here tonight, we are going to be hearing from the Rock God himself, Luke Knux, and the Society's going to be playing us a few songs.
CAT: That Luke Knux....woooo......He might be getting flashed tonight.
PERCY: Try and tone it down, Cat. Anyways, we've also got The Pixie in action against Muru. That guy seems like he genuinely wants to make PAW a better place. Really nice guy, with a lot of good qualities.
CAT: Whatever. It's a hoax. This business isn't about nice, it's about kicking peoples teeth in, and I'm hoping that's exactly what Alexandra Kelly does to him tonight.
PERCY: Moving on, William Saint will be taking on Tapioca Joe, and I'll be honest, I'm surprised that those two went for this match. They were seen palling around with each other after WICKED#8, so for them to be going into battle tonight seems a little odd.
CAT: Hey, both are new to PAW, despite Saint's international resume, and when management says go, you go. This isn't a business for friends, Percy.
PERCY: So you've said, but with William Saint's problems of late with the GZW invaders, John Champa and Joshua Dane, I have to wonder if this match isn't a moot point from the start.
CAT: I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but our opening bout is what I'm really excited about. We got four PAW superstars ready to tear each other's heads off, and I can't wait.
PERCY: That's right, folks, we got Trixie, Al Envy, Kelsey Spencer, and Jack Nomad competing in a Fatal Four Way to kick things off. These matches are usually super exciting because of all the action, but the first person to score the pinfall wins the whole thing, and that's not an easy thing to do with this many bodies around the ring.
CAT: Well if it were easy, Percy, it'd be no fun.
PERCY: Can't deny that, and a win of this magnitude will definitely cause that superstars stock to rise. What are we waiting for? Let's get to it!
Suddenly darkness fills the arena as several lightning strikes strike the entrance ramp, each strike lighting up the arena brighter and brighter. After the fourth strike silence fills the arena as the giant screen above the stage comes to life with words scrolling across it.
Yea though I walk through the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil.
I do not fear the valley.
For I am the shadow.
As soon as the words appear on the screen they are quickly replaced by a shadowy figure. A loud boom sounds over head followed by another crack of lightning as the lights come back on.
CAT: Um.....what the fuck?
PERCY: I'm pretty sure this happened before on WICKED#8. Between these pyrotechnics, Johnny Raike's enthusiasm, and some Demon trying to get in the door outside.....this is already turning into one hell of a night.
CAT: Hey, I'm getting word in my headset that Brandy Irving has something brewing in the back. Let's check it out.
We cut immediately backstage to the interview area. There we find Brandy Irving standing side by side with Jack Nomad, who is already in full ring gear and ready to compete.
BRANDY IRVING: Good evening, PAW. I have a guest with me and he's-GACK!
Jack suddenly grabs the microphone and shoves her aside.
BRANDY IRVING: HEY, GIVE THAT BACK!!
He turns towards her and gives her an intense scowl. Without a word spoken, she backs away with her eyes suddenly widened. She then turns abruptly and walks off.
BRANDY IRVING: Ok... whatever! What an asshole!
Smirking, Mr. Nomad turns back towards the camera.
JACK NOMAD: Alright, long story short, I have three asses to beat in a couple minutes out in that ring. It's going to be hard, but you know what? That's why I'm Hardcore. I don't back down, I don't sweat the challenge, I get in that motherfucking ring and I beat that ass like a drum. That's what I do. They will bleed, they will scream, and if I'm really on my game, their mother's are going to cry when they see what I do to their precious children in that ring tonight!
His head tilts slightly as he moves in closer to the camera.
JACK NOMAD: You all know my thoughts on my opponents, that hasn't changed. Trixie? Blonde Fuck meat about to become dead meat. Al Envy? Washed up fucker trying to cling to his fading spotlight. Kelsey Spencer? The unknown... until now.
Jack chuckles, looking off from the camera briefly, then snapping those intense brown eyes right back to it.
JACK NOMAD: You talk about me making assumptions and yet there you were at the shoot, making an ass out of you and me. You see, I don't really make assumptions so much as educated guesses based on my past experiences. I've met your kind before. You're so full of optimism and positive energy and now my views are all but confirmed, sweetheart. You want to be a role model, a geniunely good human being that inspires people with your bubbly optimism and good intentions.
He snickers a bit.
JACK NOMAD: Role models don't last in a wrestling ring against me. They either harden the fuck up to reality or get broken by it. I'm sure you've had your battles over on that little patch of dirt you called home in Australia. You're hard enough to make the trip to a real wrestling promotion and test your metal, but here is where you prove yourself. This may be the opening bout, but I don't give a fuck where my match is on the card because my goal is to pull out the most brutal, violent, and bloody match on the card.
He's now inches from the camera, the light casting ominous shadows over his face as his head tilts forward. Those eyes practically bore into the soul of whoever is watching, most likely Kelsey Spencer's.
JACK NOMAD: At the end of the match, I fully intend to be the only one standing, covered in mixed blood from each of my opponents. I want to set the standard here and now about the nature of violence and to show that it is as much an art as it is a display of dominance. I am much more than an opening card match. I'm Hardcore Jack, Fucking, Nomad and after this match is over, maybe they'll realize that my dear, sweet Alexandra is with me for more than just my good looks and sexual prowess. She and I are kindred spirits and P.A.W. I want you to realize that I am destined to become the bloodiest, sickest, and most violent motherfucker ever to hold the PAW Championship. This match? It's but a speed bump along the way and the competitors in it? They have no fucking clue that they are about to meet the Human Wood Chipper.
With that, Jack tosses the microphone aside and steps off to his left, disappearing from the camera's view. We cut back to ringside.
Opening Bout
Fatal Four Way
Trixie versus Al Envy versus Kelsey Spencer versus Jack Nomad
PERCY: Sounds to me like Jack Nomad might be out to hurt someone tonight.
CAT: God, i hope so.
PERCY: Cat! If we don't have wrestlers we can't have matches, and we don't have jobs!
CAT: Well, if we don't have people willing to hurt others, we have boredom, which means no fan base, which means no jobs.
PERCY: I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree, as Rhonda's in the ring, so take it away Mrs. Armstrong!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is the Fatal Four Way match, and will be fought under those rules. The first person to score a pinfall or submission will win the match.
"Take It Off" by The Donnas hits over the PA System, and the crowd reacts positively for the Blonde Bombshell's entrance. She doesn't make them wait long as she pushes through the curtain wearing a revealing top, and matching shorts, with boots up to her knee's. She stops at the top of the ramp, does a twirl that ends with her bending forward to adjust her boot and to give the crowd an ample show of her rear, before turning back towards the ring with a coy grin.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, standing at five foot six, and weighting in at 133 pounds. She hails from Las Vegas, Nevada...'The Blonde Bombshell'.....TRIXIE!!!
She bites her finger through a smile at the announcement before winking to the camera, and shimmying her way down to the ring, making sure her hips sway just so for the gentleman in attendance. When she reaches ringside, she hops up onto the ring apron, and pauses as she enters the ring in a bent over position just to get a little more bang for her buck, before coming into the ring completely with her arms raised over her head.
PERCY: Trixie looks gorgeous as ever. Let's hope she's ready to compete here tonight, as she's been having problems gaining momentum here in PAW.
CAT: Not to mention her ongoing backstage issues with CJ O'Donnell. Itching powder to the crotch is no joke, as Redrum found out when he got caught being a pantie sniffer.
"Swear it to the Sun" by Voodoo Johnson echoes off the arena, and after a few moments Al Envy emerges from the back wearing a jacket with 'Envy' written in gold across the back. He casts a gaze out over the crowd, who regard him with a mixed reaction, before starting down the ramp to ringside.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing next, he stands at six foot three, and weights in at 233 pounds. He hails from Fort Worth, Texas....he is 'Mr. Social Media'...AL ENVY!!
When Envy reaches ringside, he hops up onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and launches himself into the ring. He throws his fists over his head, and soaks in the mixed response, before taking a spot in a neutral corner opposite from Trixie.
PERCY: We don't know an incredible lot about Al Envy, only that he was recently the booker for Hate City Wrestling, and is wanting to use PAW to revitalize his career.
CAT: A win here tonight would help do that, but we'll just have to see if he can stand up to the challenge.
"Because I'm Awesome" by The Dollyrots replaces the previous song, and Kelsey Spencer bursts out of the curtain almost immediately, obviously hyped for the match, as she is brimming with energy. The fans begin to cheer as she bounces down to ringside with a smile on her face, stopping to high five fans as she goes.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing next, she stands at five foot seven, and weights in at 124 pounds, hailing from The Gold Coast, she is 'The Blue Thunder'....KELSEY SPENCER!!!
When Kelsey reaches ringside, she hops up onto the apron, scales the nearest turnbuckle, and hops off the top rope to the inside, throwing up horns with her fingers to the fans delight.
CAT: I think it's safe to say that Spencer is going to be a fan favorite.
PERCY: Most definitely. She's got this crowd fired up.
#What Scares us is... I think we needed.. Violence...
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
#BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
#I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
#I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
#SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
#DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
#I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making his way to the ring, he stands at six foot two, and weights in at 241 pounds. Hailing from Jersey City, New Jersey...
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, Jack throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he surveys the crowd. He then turns and enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: HARDCORE... JACK NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. He removes his vest and tosses it over to his corner where a ring attendant takes it.
PERCY: Well, if the crowd was happy, this guy just sucked the vibes from the room.
CAT: Hey, Jack Nomad's not out here to make nice with these fans. He's here to hurt somebody, which makes him my pick here tonight.
The four competitors in the ring loom close to their neutral corners as Rhonda Armstrong exits the ring, and A-Ref steps to the center, and calls for the bell. For a moment they tentatively look from one to the other, all on edge, and ready to strike. Finally, Jack Nomad and Al Envy lock eyes, and the two start towards the center of the ring.
CAT: Alright, it's showtime! Looks like the blokes are tired of waiting and ready to throw down.
PERCY: Yes, and the ladies seem content to hold back for a minute to see how this plays out.
When Nomad and Envy meet they come nose to nose, both men jawing back and forth. Suddenly, Al Envy takes a swing, but Nomad's able to block it, and returns fire. Before A-Ref even has the chance to make the first admonishment, all hell breaks loose, and the two men are standing toe to toe trading right after right. Nomad, the beefier of the two, begins to get the upper hand as Envy's blows come less often. After a few minutes, Al Envy has stopped putting up a fight, allowing Jack to hammer him back into the ropes before taking him by the wrist and shooting him off to the other side. On Envy's way back, he ducks a lariat attempt by Jack, and once more rebounds to duck a back elbow. On his third rebound, Nomad simply waits for him, arms spread wide so that he can't go anywhere but straight ahead, catching Al Envy when he arrives with a Samoan Drop. Both men impact off the mat, momentarily leaving Envy down.
PERCY: Big leverage move early out of Jack Nomad, but OH! Trixie from out of nowhere with a chop block to Nomad's knee, taking the man down to the mat!
CAT: She's sneaky like that. I'd almost like her if she weren't a human Barbie Doll!
Nomad rolls up to one knee, clutching at the other as he tries to regain his feet, but Trixie is there with forearms to her larger opponents jaw. Nomad is rocked, but not out of the fight, as he reaches up with one hand, and swats the 133 pound female away from him. Trixie stumbles backwards, and when she does, she ends up right into the waiting grasp of Kelsey Spencer, who hooks her between the legs, and takes her down to the mat in a school boy pin.
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PERCY: Trixie Kick's out at two!
CAT: If Kelsey Spencer had just got a handful of tights, this could have been one of the shortest Fatal Four Way's that anyone's ever seen. What a dope!
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer is more dignified than that, and loves the spirit of true competition. She doesn't have to cheat to win. She has class.
CAT: Yeah, well we'll see how classy she is in just a second when Nomad takes her head off.
Both Spencer and Trixie pop up off the mat, and just when it looks like Trixie is going to have words with 'Blue Thunder', both women are taken off their feet by a vicious double clothesline by Nomad, who sprang from his recovery position by the ropes. Nomad, looking pleased with himself, pushes himself up to his feet just in time to catch a spinning back fist by Al Envy, knocking Jack back into the ropes. When he lands against them, somehow the top rope drops down, catching the middle rope, and Nomad finds himself inadvertently trapped, unable to get loose.
PERCY: Oh, no! Jack Nomad is tangled up in those ropes, and Al Envy is stalking forward like a man on a mission.
CAT: Well that was unforeseen. I'm changing my pick, Al Envy wins this thing for sure!
Envy moves in while Jack tries to kick at him to keep him at bay, A-Ref running from one side to the other like a chicken with his head cut off as to what to do. Envy doesn't leave him any room for debate, as he side steps one of Nomad's kicks, and moves in with brutal forearm shots to Nomad's unprotected face. Nomad's head is snapped back several times before A-Ref interjects himself between the two, arguing with Al Envy about the ethics of beating a defenseless man.
PERCY: A-Ref trying to reason with Envy, while it looks like Kelsey Spencer is taking matters into her own hands. She just helped Nomad get free from the ropes. I told you she's a class act.
CAT: She's a freakin' idiot! Who in the hell does that?
PERCY: She just wants to keep the spirit of the competition pure....oh, wait a minute! Envy just shoved A-Ref aside, and he's rushing at both Spencer and Nomad!
Envy reaches the two unsuspecting superstars with both arms extended fully at his sides, clotheslining both up and over the top rope, and down to the concrete below. Just as he turns to check on the status of his other opponent, he's met with a hard knee to the gut by Trixie, followed up with another, and then another. The Blonde Bombshell takes a step back, while Envy clutches his midsection, and she sails forward with a knee right into the side of Envy's head, the impact spinning him to hang precariously between the middle and top rope, overlooking the ring apron. Jack Nomad, back on his feet, notices this, springs forward, hops up onto the ring apron, hooks Envy around the head, and then falls straight back, yanking the man down to spike his head off the concrete floor. The fans go nuts.
PERCY: SPIKE DDT FROM THE APRON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR ON ENVY! Jack Nomad might have just killed that frickin' guy!
CAT: Trust me, Percy, if there were anytime in your career to go ahead and say 'fucking', that maneuver was it!
PERCY: Jack Nomad getting up to his feet, but you can't forget that Kelsey Spencer is out there too! OH! She just lit Jack up with a chop, and then another, OH MY GOD!!
CAT: THAT BLONDE CAN FLY!
While Kelsey Spencer chops away at Jack Nomad, and Al Envy lay lifeless at ringside, Trixie takes the opportunity to climb to the top rope, balance herself, and comes sailing off with a cross body that wipes out her remaining two opponents.
PERCY: Trixie just took out the rest of the match, and all four are down on the outside!
CAT: Yeah, and A-Ref is inside the ring, uncertain of what to do. There are no Count Out's in this match.
As A-Ref questions his usefulness, Trixie slowly gets to her feet by use of the steel barrier. When she turns to survey the damage, she sees that Spencer is already halfway to her feet as well, so she helps her the rest of the way up, and chunks her back into the ring. The Blonde Bombshell is quick to follow, and is back on her feet quickly to meet the rising Spencer with a forearm shot that sends her reeling back into one of the corners. From there, Trixie goes about the task of lighting her up with chops.
PERCY: Well we got Trixie chopping away at Kelsey Spencer in the ring, and it looks like Jack Nomad is getting to his feet on the outside. I don't know, but I think someone should consider getting Al Envy some medical treatment. I haven't seen him move since that DDT.
CAT: Oh, he's about to move alright. Nomad just reached down, and is jerking him up to his feet! Looks like he's not done inflicting punishment...
As Nomad pulls up Envy, he takes him by the wrist, and makes to sling him towards the steal barrier keeping the fans away from the action. By some miracle, Envy holds onto Nomads wrist as he goes, spinning, and reversing the whip sending Nomad instead. The reversal doesn't leave Jack enough time to turn to his back, so he crashes into the unforgiving steel abdomen first, flipping up and over to land in the laps of the front row. Al Envy reaches up to his forehead, still a bit dazed, before stumbling forward to finish what he started.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Trixie stops her tirade of chops, takes Spencer by the wrist, and whips her to the far side. The Blonde Beauty rushes in behind her, but much to her surprise, when Spencer reaches the corner, she grabs the top rope, sends her bottom half up into the air, easily allowing Trixie to strike the Turnbuckle instead. Spencer lands safely behind Trixie, and when she turns around, Kelsey rushes forwards, jumps up to land on Trixie's thighs, hooks her around the back of her head with her hands, and then falls back using her legs to send The Blonde sailing across the ring to land firmly on her back.
PERCY: Beautiful reversal and Monkey Flip by Spencer, while Jack Nomad's having his troubles with Al Envy out in the crowd. This is getting out of control!
CAT: Are you kidding me, Percy! These fans are getting an up close and personal visit from two PAW superstars! What more could you ask for?
Al Envy yanks the barricade out from the front row so he has room to hop over and land beside Jack Nomad, who's trying to get to his feet. The fans pat both men on the back as Security moves to try and separate the action from the crowd. This proves unsuccessful. Just as Nomad gets vertical, a fan slips Al Envy a chair, and without hesitation he spins, bringing it crashing into the side of Nomad's skull. The sound of steel meeting bone clangs throughout that section of ringside, and Nomad wobbles, falling back over the guardrail and to the confines of ringside. The fans go nuts as Envy thrusts the chair over his head, before tossing it to the ground. He hops the guardrail once again, and starts laying the boots to a downed Jack Nomad.
In the ring, Trixie gets back to her feet, only to be caught with a dropkick by Spencer that sends her crashing back into the corner she had landed in after the monkey flip. Upon impact, Trixie falls down into a seated position in the corner, and Spencer steps up, grabbing the woman by her feet, and yanking her a short way from the corner. She then steps over the prone Trixie, takes hold of the top rope, hops straight up, throws her feet forwards into a split, which sends her legs bouncing off the ropes while the rest of her body turns into a back flip.
PERCY: SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT BY SPENCER! And she's still down for the cover!
CAT: I'm changing my pick! Kelsey Spencer is going to win this!
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Thre-Al Envy appears out of nowhere with a stomp to the back of Spencer's head, knocking her off of Trixie, and breaking up the almost three count.
PERCY: Al Envy with a down to the wire save there, and he's jerking Spencer up by the hair of the head, and just drove her face first into the very turnbuckle she performed the moonsault from!
CAT: That man looks like he means business! I told you he'd win!
Envy spins Kelsey around, and takes her by the wrist, sending her hard to the far side. She hits the turnbuckle back first, impacting so hard that it forces her to stumble back out towards the center of the ring. Envy comes rushing in, and leaps into the air, connecting his knee into Spencer's temple.
PERCY: CONCUSSION!!! Al Envy dropping for a cover!
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Thre-The Count suddenly stops as A-Ref is yanked to the outside by Jack Nomad. Nomad doesn't give the disgruntled Ref a chance to complain, before he hops up onto the ring apron.
CAT: Jack Nomad is back in this thing!
PERCY: Not if Al Envy has anything to say about it!
Envy, upon noticing Nomad, hops up and rushes towards the corner closest to where Nomad is standing. He hops up to the second rope, spins while extending his leg, and goes for a springboard round house kick. Jack, however, is wise to the move, and ducks underneath the flying foot. Envy lands in front of Nomad, but facing away, and Jack quickly reaches over the ropes and traps Envy's left arm behind him, while reaching in front of him with the right, and pulling him all the way against the ropes into a chicken wing. Nomad slips one foot through the middle rope, then the other, and manages to trap Envy in a body scissors as well, making this a cross faced chicken wing by assist from the ropes.
PERCY: I've never seen anything like this! Jack Nomad has Al Envy locked into The Hurt Locker submission, through the freakin' ropes!
CAT: I knew it! That's my pick, right there, and Al Envy's got nowhere to go!
PERCY: Stop changing your pick every five seconds!
CAT: HEY! I'm a girl that needs options!
Al Envy calls out in pain as Jack Nomad rocks back on his seated position on the middle rope, adding even more torque to the unmerciful hold. Meanwhile, Trixie watches all of this from one knee in the corner where she took the moonsault. The Blonde Bombshell hops up to her feet, and rushes the two men locked in their fixed positions, and throws all of her might into a shoulder thrust that first strikes Al Envy, subsequently knocking Jack Nomad off balance. Nomad tumbles down to the concrete awkwardly from the ring apron, landing squarely on the back of his head, neck, and shoulders, while Envy falls to the mat in the ring, uncertain of which part of his anatomy hurts worse.
PERCY: Trixie stopped that submission attempt by Nomad, and really unsettled the scales of this match!
CAT: God damn it! Alright, alright....Trixie's my pick!
Kelsey Spencer crawls towards the ropes, using them to try and get back to her feet. Just as she's there, Trixie power walks over to her, and sends the tip of her shoe directly between her legs. Spencer's eyes bulge, and she shrinks back down to the mat in pain and surprise.
PERCY: COULDN'T HELP MYSELF TO SPENCER!!
CAT: She really couldn't, could she?
Al Envy, over in the corner where he fell, gingerly pulls himself up, holding his midsection with one hand, his neck with the other, when he turns around to survey the battlefield. Al Envy's eyes bulge in surprise at what he finds, and the deafening crowd doesn't help him keep it together as he looks down to find Trixie's fist firmly embedded right into his groin. He looks back up, opens his mouth to gasp something, and then falls back to the mat.
PERCY: This place is going ballistic! Trixie just kicked Spencer in the crotch, and now has punched Al Envy in his!
CAT: This girl is about to taste victory!
Trixie nods out at the crowd as she stumbles away from Envy, and the fans pour out their adulation at what has become an expected part of the show. Just as she's about to reach down and pull Kelsey away from the ropes, she looks up to notice Jack Nomad getting to his feet. She shakes her head, and makes her way towards the ropes, slipping out to land at ringside. She sneaks around the ring post, creeping her way to come up behind Nomad, who faces away from her unaware. The fans begin to boo, but she pays them no mind as he slowly turns to face her. She rares back, swinging her leg forward for her famous punt to the groin, but instead, finds it blocked by Nomad's outstretched hands. In those hands, are his barbed-wire silver mop handle, which Trixie's shin just bounced off of.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! JACK NOMAD USED THAT MOP HANDLE TO BLOCK TRIXIE'S LOW BLOW, AND SHE MIGHT HAVE JUST BROKEN HER LEG!
CAT: Ooooooo Now we're talking, Percy! It's bout to get bloody!
Trixie hits the ground with a howl of pain, grabbing at her injured limb to no avail. Nomad sneers down at her, before turning his attention back to the two opponents getting to their feet back inside the ring. Nomad slips in, and pops up to his feet, choking up on the handle of his modified mop handle, and prepares to waffle the first person to get vertical.
PERCY: This doesn't look good for either one of the superstars in the ring. Jack Nomad is out for blood!
CAT: The gorier he better, I always say.
Kelsey Spencer is the first to her feet, and Jack Nomad charges at her with his mop handle raised to strike. She looks up and sees his approach, and at the last second ducks a swipe, rolling forward, and back up to her feet in the center of the ring. At the same time, Al Envy comes charging in with a clothesline, but the heroine ducks this attempt as well, allowing Al Envy to run head long into a waiting Jack Nomad. Nomad swings the mop handle like he was teeing off at the golf coarse, and it connects flush with Al Envy's chin. The blow snaps Envy's head back, sending him crashing to the mat in a spray of blood.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! JACK NOMAD JUST DESTROYED AL ENVY'S FACE!
CAT: Oh come on, Percy. Don't be so dramatic. At worse, he just dislocated his jaw.
Envy rolls over onto his elbows and knees, his injured face buried in the palms of his hands. Blood drips down onto the canvas from the wound inflicted by the barbed wire mop handle, and Jack Nomad steps over the man's body, clearly not done. He raises the mop handle high over his head, much to the horror of Kelsey Spencer, who watches from the other side of the ring. He looks up at her with a wicked grin, before bringing the mop handle down across Al Envy's back again, again, and again. Finally the mop handle cracks in half, but the mark it's left across the back and shoulders of Al Envy is obvious.
PERCY: That was nothing short of a mugging. This Jack Nomad is dangerous, and seems more interested in creating terror than actual competition.
CAT: That's what makes him so sexy, Percy. He's a bad boy to the 9th degree!
Nomad tosses the useless mop handle to the side, and looks over at Kelsey Spencer who eyeballs him warily. Al Envy rolls over onto his back, a bloody mess, barely coherent. Suddenly Spencer rushes forwards, and Jack moves in for a strike. Blue Thunder ducks under the strike, hops up onto the second ropes, and just when Jack turns back to face her, she springboards into a drop kick that takes the man off his feet. He pops back up quickly as Kelsey moves in with right hands to his jaw, forcing him back into the ropes. She takes him by the wrist, and whips him to the far side, but he reverses it, sending her instead. She rebounds, and he rushes in to meet her, catching her around the head, and using their shared momentum to severely whip her over his shoulder into a vicious snap mare driver.
PERCY: CHRIST ALMIGHTY! THE SPINE JACKER ONTO KELSEY SPENCER!
CAT: That was bone chilling! And Nomad with the cover! He's got this thing sewed up!
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Thre-The ref gets yanked from the ring just as his hand is about to come down for three, effectively stopping the count. When Nomad looks over his shoulder, A-Ref is on the outside arguing with Trixie, who's hopping up and down on one foot. He jerks himself off the mat, visibly irate as he makes his way towards the edge of the ring. Trixie sees him coming, and shoves A-Ref out of the way, as Nomad drops to the outside. She drives in forearm shots before he's even landed, driving her much larger opponent towards the steal post. Leaning up against it now, Jack Nomad makes to swat Trixie away, but she persistently continues with her attack. Finally, after taking several blows to his face, he reaches out with one of his boots, and kicks the woman's good leg out from under her.
PERCY: This is not going to be good. Trixie just went down cause she's essentially working with one leg, and now Nomad is grabbing her up by her blonde hair. You can tell by his face he has evil intentions.
CAT: Um...Percy....we've got a development in the ring.
While Jack Nomad leads Trixie around on the outside by the hair of her head, Kelsey Spencer slowly stirs in the center of the ring. She begins to gingerly roll towards the outside, until something causes her to come to a stop. She woozily looks over to see what's blocked her path, and Al Envy, still flat on his back, lies right beside her. She shakily raises her arm into the air, and completes one final roll that ends with her draping that arm over Envy's chest. A-Ref drops down for a cover.
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Jack drives Trixie face first into the guard rail, never letting go of her hair as she goes limp.
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Jack pulls her head back, driving it down again, for the first time hearing the mat being slapped a second time. He looks back over to the ring, eyes going wide, as he releases Trixie and makes a dash towards the apron.
3!!!
Jack slides in just in time to watch Kelsey Spencer roll over Al Envy and out to the other side, barely able to gain her footing, and falling back into the guard rail to help keep her upright.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The Winner of this match via pinfall, 'BLUE THUNDER' KELSEY SPENCER!!
Nomad's hands, covered in his victim's blood, shoot up to his hairline, and he shakes his head 'no' in complete disbelief. With a snarl of rage he shoots towards the side of the ring to go after Kelsey Spencer, who upon seeing this, hops the guard rail. The fans make a protective ring around their new hero, cutting Jack off from pursuit. Just when it looks like he's about to nail one of the more vocal fans, Security arrives at ringside to ensure that Jack Nomad leaves. Furious, Nomad spits on 4Loco's security patch, and stalks up the ramp, Jawing at the booing fans as he goes.
PERCY: Jack Nomad is not happy about losing this match, and damn near took it out on ringside. You gotta believe that this isn't over between any of these four here tonight.
CAT: Damn right, nor should it be. These fans might think Kelsey Spencer is some sort of hero, but she flat out stole this match. Jack Nomad's the one who took out Al Envy. If it hadn't been for that slut, Trixie, this thing would have been his all day long!
PERCY: Hey! Trixie was just doing what she had to do to try and stay in this match. As was Kelsey Spencer! Maybe if Jack Nomad wasn't such a loose cannon, he would have got the victory, but from where I'm sitting, that dude's certifiable.
CAT: I'm not going to debate this with you. There's more developments going on backstage.
The scene opens up to a shot of outside the arena where a few fans are seen milling about, trying to get concessions from carts positioned in the parking lot before the next match takes place. At a row of tables off to the side of the entrance, sits PAW's Enhancement talent, S.O.B., The Lost Boys (Pan and Rufio), and 'Country Fine' James Radford, with a row of 8x10 glossys of themselves, and a cup of black Sharpee's. It doesn't appear that anyone's been by in awhile, and S.O.B. crosses his arms over his chest, and mumbles something under his breath. Pan, from the Lost boys, looks over, and raises his eyebrows.
PAN: Did you say something, mate?
S.O.B.: I said, this is some of that ole' bulllllshit!
Pan exchanges a knowing glance with Rufio, before turning back to the colorful older black man, and grins.
PAN: Whatever do you mean, S.O.B.?
S.O.B.'s jaw sets, and he looks over at the two snickering young men with a disgruntled eye.
S.O.B.: You mother fuckers think this shit is cool, don't you? These mother fuckers don't give a fuck about us out here. Signing autographs for a bunch of Crackers, and they little Cracker kids. We call them Cracklin's! I been at this wrasslin game for three years now, and it ain't earned me nothing but trouble. It's a 'White' man's game. How many other brutha's you see up in here? Not a damn one. Uppity bastards. I guarantee, this is all just another plan from 'The Man' to keep us down.
RUFIO: So it is true! All black people can rap! You're a poet and didn't know it!
S.O.B. turned suddenly in his seat, and thrust a threatening finger in Rufio's direction.
S.O.B.: FUCK YOU WHITE BREAD! Bad enough I'm out here in this heat, but I sure as hell ain't bout to listen to any of your bullshit either!
RUFIO: Dude....I'm Hawaiian.
S.O.B.: I don't give a good god damn what ye are. Hawaiian is honky speak for flavored cracker!
'Country Fine' slammed his koozie down on the table, drawing everyone's attention his way. A thin half smile peaked out from his thick goatee.
JAMES RADFORD: I don't know what ya'll boys are in such an uproar about. It's a fine spring day, we're in the heart of Texas, and there's all these fine fillies running 'bout to look at. Maybe ye just need to chill out, and soak in the scenery. Be grateful for what Lady Munin's set up for us here.
S.O.B.'s eyes shot open comically wide as he began to spit and sputter.
S.O.B.: Moo-nin! MOO-NIN! Don't get me started on that yellow cracker, and all her bull-
FAMILIAR VOICE: Boys, boys, boys....that's part of your problem, right there. You guys have got it made!
S.O.B.: Da'Fuck!
The Enhancement talent all turn to see Redrum leaning against one of the columns leading into the El Paso County Colosseum, and taking a bite out of a large spool of pink cotton candy. He grins at the men as he moves to stand in front of their table, as some of the fans recognize him and start flashing pictures.
REDRUM: You're content to just sit out here, sign autographs, and hang about. What you should be doing, is sitting at the nearest monitor, and paying attention. These people aren't going to give you anything. If you want something, you've got to take it. What you yahoo's need is a leader, and I'm just the clown to give it to you.
The Lost Boys and James Radford regard the clown for a minute, and then begin to nod, as S.O.B. sits at the end of the table about to come unglued.
S.O.B.: Are you assholes serious? You gonna listen to this fucking pantie sniffer!?! That motherfucker ain't nothing but a Cracker in face paint!
REDRUM: No, what I am, is the guy that's going to take his people out of the mediocrity, and into the fire.
Redrum stood resolute, puffing his chest out, trying to look distinguished, which was laughable considering his clown get up.
S.O.B.: That don't even make sense Cracker! How the hell you expect to do anything? You is a god damn clown!
Redrum looked over at S.O.B. with a smirk.
REDRUM: I am a clown, a clown I am, and I'm a clown with a plan. If you want to be taken seriously, the first thing to do is make you relevant. Anyone who wants to do something more than sit on the sidelines waiting for their call, jump aboard the crazy train, otherwise, enjoy your seats from outside the arena.
Redrum takes another bite from his cotton candy, before starting back towards the entrance door. Radford, Rufio, and Pan exchange quick glances, and then jump up to follow, leaving S.O.B. to sit there dumbfounded by himself. After a few minutes of shaking his head obtusely, he looks up at the entrance where the four had disappeared.
S.O.B.: Them Cracker's gonna get fired, or worse. Fucking clown.
With a deep sigh, he stands up, scooping up his glossies, and making his way into the entrance to try and catch up.
PAN: Did you say something, mate?
S.O.B.: I said, this is some of that ole' bulllllshit!
Pan exchanges a knowing glance with Rufio, before turning back to the colorful older black man, and grins.
PAN: Whatever do you mean, S.O.B.?
S.O.B.'s jaw sets, and he looks over at the two snickering young men with a disgruntled eye.
S.O.B.: You mother fuckers think this shit is cool, don't you? These mother fuckers don't give a fuck about us out here. Signing autographs for a bunch of Crackers, and they little Cracker kids. We call them Cracklin's! I been at this wrasslin game for three years now, and it ain't earned me nothing but trouble. It's a 'White' man's game. How many other brutha's you see up in here? Not a damn one. Uppity bastards. I guarantee, this is all just another plan from 'The Man' to keep us down.
RUFIO: So it is true! All black people can rap! You're a poet and didn't know it!
S.O.B. turned suddenly in his seat, and thrust a threatening finger in Rufio's direction.
S.O.B.: FUCK YOU WHITE BREAD! Bad enough I'm out here in this heat, but I sure as hell ain't bout to listen to any of your bullshit either!
RUFIO: Dude....I'm Hawaiian.
S.O.B.: I don't give a good god damn what ye are. Hawaiian is honky speak for flavored cracker!
'Country Fine' slammed his koozie down on the table, drawing everyone's attention his way. A thin half smile peaked out from his thick goatee.
JAMES RADFORD: I don't know what ya'll boys are in such an uproar about. It's a fine spring day, we're in the heart of Texas, and there's all these fine fillies running 'bout to look at. Maybe ye just need to chill out, and soak in the scenery. Be grateful for what Lady Munin's set up for us here.
S.O.B.'s eyes shot open comically wide as he began to spit and sputter.
S.O.B.: Moo-nin! MOO-NIN! Don't get me started on that yellow cracker, and all her bull-
FAMILIAR VOICE: Boys, boys, boys....that's part of your problem, right there. You guys have got it made!
S.O.B.: Da'Fuck!
The Enhancement talent all turn to see Redrum leaning against one of the columns leading into the El Paso County Colosseum, and taking a bite out of a large spool of pink cotton candy. He grins at the men as he moves to stand in front of their table, as some of the fans recognize him and start flashing pictures.
REDRUM: You're content to just sit out here, sign autographs, and hang about. What you should be doing, is sitting at the nearest monitor, and paying attention. These people aren't going to give you anything. If you want something, you've got to take it. What you yahoo's need is a leader, and I'm just the clown to give it to you.
The Lost Boys and James Radford regard the clown for a minute, and then begin to nod, as S.O.B. sits at the end of the table about to come unglued.
S.O.B.: Are you assholes serious? You gonna listen to this fucking pantie sniffer!?! That motherfucker ain't nothing but a Cracker in face paint!
REDRUM: No, what I am, is the guy that's going to take his people out of the mediocrity, and into the fire.
Redrum stood resolute, puffing his chest out, trying to look distinguished, which was laughable considering his clown get up.
S.O.B.: That don't even make sense Cracker! How the hell you expect to do anything? You is a god damn clown!
Redrum looked over at S.O.B. with a smirk.
REDRUM: I am a clown, a clown I am, and I'm a clown with a plan. If you want to be taken seriously, the first thing to do is make you relevant. Anyone who wants to do something more than sit on the sidelines waiting for their call, jump aboard the crazy train, otherwise, enjoy your seats from outside the arena.
Redrum takes another bite from his cotton candy, before starting back towards the entrance door. Radford, Rufio, and Pan exchange quick glances, and then jump up to follow, leaving S.O.B. to sit there dumbfounded by himself. After a few minutes of shaking his head obtusely, he looks up at the entrance where the four had disappeared.
S.O.B.: Them Cracker's gonna get fired, or worse. Fucking clown.
With a deep sigh, he stands up, scooping up his glossies, and making his way into the entrance to try and catch up.
It was backstage within the communal locker room of the El Paso Colosseum and Tapioca Joe was finishing up lacing his final boot. In little under ten minutes time he would be making his first recorded wrestling match for Pure Amusement Wrestling. It had been some time since he had wrestled at the caliber that P.A.W. had readily available and even a longer time since he had wrestled against the caliber of talent that he would be facing tonight against the nearly seven foot giant named William Saint. Tap was more than ready though. This was his time once again to travel the road to the promised land: holding a Heavyweight Championship.
Two relatively unknowns from an independent promotion in Texas chatted it up next to him about their dark match before the official taping began earlier. Tap could barely make out their conversation other than words of exclamation such as “yeehaw” and “Hell Yeah”. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested but was focusing in on the upcoming task. It made him miss the private locker rooms one attained when climbing the proverbial ladder of success; Press, the PAW Heavyweight Champion, was most likely kicked back in an elaborate plush room.
He couldn’t let that or them distract him now. Although Saint and he had formed a new alliance at the Wicked Eight, he still had to face the man as an opponent. And that wasn’t going to be a small feat he knew. He bit the adhesive tape to separate it from the roll to his wrist.
TAP: Finished.
He dropped the roll of tape into his gym bag before lifting the bag and tossing it into the open locker in front of him. Taped onto the inside of the locker door was a photo of what appeared to be a red headed teenage female. He smiled upon laying his eyes upon the picture, becoming lost in the memory forest of his mind. A voice from the double doors of the communal locker room jars him back to the present.
VOICE: Tapioca Joe, you’re up in five minutes. Gorilla position…go!
Reassuming his focused expression, Tap closes the locker door.
TAP: Time to do this.
He turns, walks toward the open double doors, and into the hallway when something, or someone, catches his attention out the corner of his eye.
TAP: Holy shit....it can’t be?!
Looking in the direction down the hall he catches a dapper dressed male turning the corner, moving out of sight.
TAP: There is no way in hell that Johnathan’s here especially not to wrestle. That back injury ended his career.
The 52-year-old shakes the possible illusion from his mind. He had to get refocused. The road to the promised land started right now.
ALEX BLAKE: Ninety nine, one hundred! Still got it.
We find Alex Blake backstage, just finishing up another set of pushups. He jumps to his feet and looks into the camera.
ALEX BLAKE: Just doin’ my daily ‘shups. Ever since Dick and I commentated Johnny Raike verses CJ O’Donnell last week I’ve been itching. I’ve been needing that fix which is why I’m here right now getting in match condition. Ladies and gents, mates around the world, be prepared to witness the return of the Aussie sensation Alex Blake as he makes his return for Pure Entertainment Wrestling.”
Off camera someone can be heard shouting “Amusement” at him.
ALEX BLAKE: There’s going to be nothing amusing about the entertainment I plan on bringing to Purity, Louisiana when Wicked 10 hits on May 12th. I don’t care who my opponent is, I’m calling you all out. Doesn’t matter if it’s Flaming Youth, Luke Knux, Nomad, Trixie, Djimon Sanders, my old mate Alex Cross or the premier talent in Pure Amusement, Johnny Raike, heck I’d even take you all on at once I’m that pumped. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to my ‘shups.
The camera follows Blake as he drops to the floor to begin his next set up pushups.
We find Alex Blake backstage, just finishing up another set of pushups. He jumps to his feet and looks into the camera.
ALEX BLAKE: Just doin’ my daily ‘shups. Ever since Dick and I commentated Johnny Raike verses CJ O’Donnell last week I’ve been itching. I’ve been needing that fix which is why I’m here right now getting in match condition. Ladies and gents, mates around the world, be prepared to witness the return of the Aussie sensation Alex Blake as he makes his return for Pure Entertainment Wrestling.”
Off camera someone can be heard shouting “Amusement” at him.
ALEX BLAKE: There’s going to be nothing amusing about the entertainment I plan on bringing to Purity, Louisiana when Wicked 10 hits on May 12th. I don’t care who my opponent is, I’m calling you all out. Doesn’t matter if it’s Flaming Youth, Luke Knux, Nomad, Trixie, Djimon Sanders, my old mate Alex Cross or the premier talent in Pure Amusement, Johnny Raike, heck I’d even take you all on at once I’m that pumped. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to my ‘shups.
The camera follows Blake as he drops to the floor to begin his next set up pushups.
Singles Match
William Saint versus Tapioca Joe
PERCY: Well, it looks like Alex Blake is planning to make his return to PAW in two weeks time!
CAT: You sound awfully excited about that, Percy. I mean, isn't he a reality star washout?
PERCY: Maybe so, but Blake has all the tools in the world to make it in that ring. It should be interesting to see what he comes up with.
CAT: Well, I think the bigger story at this point is Redrum and our enhancement talent. What kind of plan do you think that sicko clown has up his sleeve?
PERCY: No telling, but I bet it'll be something crazy. But right now, Rhonda's in the ring, and this match is a go!
A pair of bright, golden lights flash across existence as Queen's "Princes of the Universe" sounds out across the arena. At the :15 mark, the lights fall on the center of the platform, where Tapioca Joe stands still and prepared, wearing his trademark black wrestling pants. At the :27 mark, he turns around toward the ring and raises his arms, cueing a display of brilliant, showering golden fireworks shooting wonderfully up from the side of the ramp. He stands and looks around coolly as cheers from the diehard wrestling fans who recognize who he is rain down upon him from all sides, until the :45 mark, when he begins to make his way down to the ring, slapping a couple of hands on the way down the ramp. At the 1:11 mark, Joe removes his jacket and tosses it calmly down onto the floor. He ascends the steps of the ring and enters.
CAT: It appears that some of our fans are keen to ole' Joe there.
PERCY: That 'ole man may have some years on him, but he's tough as nails, and resilient to boot.
“Welcome to Ground Zero” by The Diplomats erupts as the crowd, unsure of who is coming out, rises to their feet.
PERCY: What the hell...that's Ground Zero Wrestling's music!
CAT: I knew we wouldn't make it through a taping without these asshats coming out.
Walking out from the backstage area is longtime GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 color commentator, Joshua Samson. Many of the fans in the crowd familiar with who he is whether it be from watching him on Ground Zero Global Network or following him on Twitter give him a solid boo. The brash and opinionated man pats his GZW2K1 promotional t-shirt and sneers out at the crowd before making his way toward the ring.
PERCY: Well, we were expecting Champa or Dane, but instead we've got GZW's color commentator.
CAT: Wait! Does that mean I'm out of a job already! I HAVEN'T EVEN MADE IT THROUGH MY FIRST DAY!
Grabbing a microphone before climbing into the ring, Samson encourages the crowd to get even louder with the boos. Of course without fail, the crowd does just that.
PERCY: What a dick.
Samson chuckles as he shakes his head.
SAMSON: You people are mindless idiots…
If it is even possible the crowd gets even louder.
SAMSON: You want to boo me….boo GZW2K1…just because somewhere somehow false info has been put out and you bums ran with it without seeking to get the truth. No wonder my guys think this is a backwater clown show.
Another chuckle.
SAMSON: But before we get into all of that allow me to introduce myself….I am THE Voice of the Ground Zero Globalverse….I am Joshua Samson, color commentator and business advisor. Of course over half you won’t recognize me because you can’t afford cable television and only interested in indy feds that produce DVDs twice a month.
The crowd explodes in boos again which elicits yet another chuckle from Samson.
SAMSON: What?! It’s not like this company has any television deals on the table. It’s not like it doesn’t produce DVDs events twice a month. I’m just saying…
PERCY: Yeah, I'm pretty sure you have to have a product left in order to be considered global.
CAT: You know, I had stock in that company, and I wasn't smart enough to get out in time.
SAMSON: Anyway…if you’re not following me on Twitter whip out your antiquated flip phone and do that immediately. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say about this paltry Wicked Number Nine show. But for right now I’m out here to address a certain “invasion”…
He shifts his weight ever so slightly as he peers out to the crowd and toward the backstage area.
SAMSON: What really makes you stupid fuckers think a global conglomerate such as GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 needs to invade a county fair based wrestling “business” located in the heart of swamp land? GZW2K1 operates in location such as Japan, Hong Kong, and Canada just to name a few. Why in the hell would we need to invade Pure Amusement Wrestling?! Get the hell out of here with that bullshit!
PERCY: For these guys to be so down on PAW, it's interesting how many of them are showing up on our broadcasts.
CAT: I agree. Take your ass back to Canada, where they'll apologize to you for being a douche bag!
SAMSON: We’re not trying to destroy this stupid little place….hell we didn’t even realize it even existed until Lady Itty Bitty took hostage of something that was no longer hers to have. That’s right, PAW’s precious little owner isn’t all fairy droppings and unicorn milk. She’s a manipulative minx that managed to con her way into not one but two championships at the same damn time….the “Wild Card” Eddie Knoxville Television Championship and the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship.
He continues looking toward the backstage sure that the P.A.W. owner was playing close attention to his words.
SAMSON: I’m not going to say you slept your way to those titles but you did sleep two Globalstars out of position for them. Both Alex Cross and Raze the Murderer literally got into bed with you and were driven stone cold fucking crazy in the process of it effectively taking them out of the running.
CROWD: FUCK YOU, SAMSON! FUCK YOU, SAMSON!
SAMSON: Shut up….I’ve already tried to get the little sushi girl in the bed but she’s playing hard to get. She would rather screw her “boyfriends” out of championships. She would rather take championships that, yes she righteously won, but refuses to give them back once she left. Yet GZW2K1 is viewed as the bad guys….the big bad invaders coming to the backwoods to take out the has beens and never were's. Pleaseeeee….
PERCY: I think that's there he's confused. We're the here and now, and GZW is the has beens.
CAT: You know what they say, you can't teach old dogs new tricks.
SAMSON: This isn’t a “takeover”….this is a goddamn TAKE BACK!! Give us back what is rightfully ours, Lady Itty Bitty!
CROWD: PAW! PAW! PAW!
Samson, sarcastic expression upon his face, leans over the top rope to listen to the very pro Pure Amusement Wrestling crowd.
SAMSON: Mindless idiots…
He pushes himself back up from the rope and makes his way back to center ring.
SAMSON: Oh, I almost forgot that there was supposed to be a wrestling debut match happening right now. This old guy over there…
He points to Tap who has stood quietly and patiently in the far corner.
SAMSON: …against a former GZW2K1 Globalstar known formerly as The Mongrel.
CROWD: WILLIAM SAINT! WILLIAM SAINT!
CAT: I can’t believe that our fans are cheering for William Saint! Have they forgotten that less than two months ago he was a contracted member of GroundZero Wrestling 2K1?!
PERCY: Well Saint has been defending P.A.W. honor since he arrived here. Besides he is the lesser of two evils.
SAMSON: Where is that big bald, toothless, scarred face sack of skin at anyway? Oh yeah that was one of the reasons why I came out here. You see it seems that ol’ William is in violation of his contract…big boy hasn’t quite rode out the end of his no compete clause back at home in GZW2K1.
CAT: WHAT?!
PERCY: GOD ALMIGHTY!
SAMSON: So the stupid crazy lucrative contract he signed with Lady Itty Bitty is null and void! And since it’s null and void, that means Big Bad William won’t be wrestling here tonight.
Another explosion of boos erupts from the crowd. Samson shrugs his mockingly shrugs his shoulders and holds up his hands while stifling a laugh.
CAT: So what does this do about our debut match tonight?
PERCY: Not even that, but if what Joshua Samson is saying is true, how much longer until Saint comes off of his no compete clause?
SAMSON: Hey, Jell-O Pudding Pop, don’t worry you still going to get a match tonight but it’ll be against two of my homies. Come on down, fellas!
The lights go out as the opening guitar of Ministry's “Eureka Pile” begins to play through the arena. The crowd boos as the drums kick in and the stage is soaked in a dark red. Joshua Dane and John Champa slowly walk out, standing at the top of the ramp, staring straight down to the ring. The main bass line of the song kicks in and the two of them make their way down to the ring, the boos getting louder with each step. They stop at the bottom of the ramp, both chuckling at the reaction they get.
PERCY: GOD ALMIGHTY! There is no way in the world that this is a sanctioned match! Neither one of these GZW2K1 hooligans are contracted wrestlers to P.A.W.
CAT: You know I don’t think these two are here to actually have a match with old man Tap. Judging by what we’ve heard from Joshua Samson and the actions from John Champa and Joshua Dane at previous Wicked tapings they’re here to whoop some ass!
Both men, GZW2K1’s elite, continue to saunter their way to the ring while ignoring the jeers from the PAW crowd. Tapioca Joe stands his ground in the ring, knowing that he’s about to be in for the fight of his life. Samson makes his way out of the ring and stands near the apron.
PERCY: Security needs to get out here and shut these men down!
CAT: Maybe so, but it's Lady Munin who keep's letting them in the ring.
Champa and Dane circle the ring as Tap stands inside bracing for a fight. Champa and Dane each stand on the apron across from each other. Tap runs at Dane catching him with a stiff shot to the jaw. Tap then catches Champa attempting to enter the ring and knocks him down with a kick to the gut.
Dane slides into the ring and tries to attack Tap from behind, but Tap is able to duck the attack and unload a few stiff shots to the head of Dane. As Dane leans against the turnbuckle, Tap runs to the ropes, but Champa hits him in the back with a chairshot. Tap stumbles forward and is taken down by a vicious spear from Dane.
PERCY: This is ridiculous!
Dane picks Tap up and holds him as Champa delivers another chairshot, this time to the head, giving Tap an instant crimson mask.
CAT: The Ole' man is busted wide open....man...this isn't right.
Champa and Dane continue to stomp on the fallen, and now bloodied, body of Tapioca Joe. Dane slips through the ropes to the outside, grabs a table from under the ring, slides it under the bottom rope, and then slides back in, setting it up in the center of the ring. Champa drags Tap over to the table and places Tap in the powerbomb position. He and Dane deliver a double team powerbomb, driving Tap through the table.
PERCY: POWERBOMB! WITH THE ASSIST TO JOSHUA DANE!
Champa and Dane stand above the beaten and bloodied body of Tapioca Joe. They glance around at the crowd who continue to show their disapproval of their actions. Samson, mic in hand, hops onto the apron.
SAMSON: Jell-O Pudding Pop, you want to be buddies with Big Bad William? Well this is what you get with being friends with him….this is what ANYONE and EVERYONE will get if you side with Big Bad William….if you stand up for that GODDAMN thief Lady Itty Bitty!
Samson gestures to the downed Tap.
SAMSON: FINISH THAT OLD FUCKER OFF!!
Champa points to Dane to get another chair. Both Champa and Dane now have chairs in their hands as each one takes turns bringing the chairs down onto the head of Tapioca Joe.
PERCY: GOD DAMN IT! THEY'RE KILLING HIM!
CAT: Does Lady Munin really believe that this is going to make people want to join her organization? Wanton destruction of talent?
Tap lies motionless in the ring. Champa and Dane toss the chairs out of the ring. All three men, finding pleasure in their work, smile as they glare down at the barely conscious Tap.
PERCY: This is uncalled for! Simply uncalled for!
“You’re Going Down” by Sick Puppies blares from the El Paso Colosseum sound system as another newcomer, Johnathan Alexander, steel chair in hand, bolts down the rampway and slides into the ring.
PERCY: That's Johnathan Alexander! He's set to make his debut at WICKED#10, but it looked like Tapioca Joe recognized him earlier before this debacle took place. Is he friend or foe?
Johnathan is quickly up to his feet and swinging his chair at the GZW2K1 trio. Samson nimbly falls back out of the ring, yanking Champa with him. Dane just manages to duck the chair swing and rolls out of the ring.
CAT: There's your answer, Percy! Fuck yeah!
PERCY: Send those bastards scattering!
The GZW2K1 Trio back their way up the rampway. Champa and Dane aggressively point to Johnathan, who is checking on the barely conscious Tap while keeping an eye on the trio. Samson is yelling into his microphone all the way backstage.
SAMSON: GIVE US BACK WHAT’S RIGHTFULLY OURS! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK!
PERCY: Folks, these GZW assholes have lost their minds. If they want their damn belts back, they could use legal means...but instead, are trying to create a hostile work environment for the PAW superstars and fans. Something has to be done about this!
CAT: I think Johnathan Alexander just did 'DO' something about it! If we can get more of the PAW roster on board, we can send these chumps packing.
PERCY: EMT's are heading to the ring to check on Joe, and wait a minute....there's something going on in the back!
PERCY: Folks, these GZW assholes have lost their minds. If they want their damn belts back, they could use legal means...but instead, are trying to create a hostile work environment for the PAW superstars and fans. Something has to be done about this!
CAT: I think Johnathan Alexander just did 'DO' something about it! If we can get more of the PAW roster on board, we can send these chumps packing.
PERCY: EMT's are heading to the ring to check on Joe, and wait a minute....there's something going on in the back!
Standing backstage, still covered in blood from his match, is Jack Nomad. Before he has the chance to change into his street clothes a voice is heard whispering off camera.
You have failed this company Jack.
He quickly turns in the direction of the voice but sees nothing.
Your time is coming. You will be held responsible for your actions.
He walks in the direction of the voice to investigate but finds nothing out of the ordinary.
You will face justice soon I promise you. Your time is coming. I am judge, jury and executioner and you've been found guilty.
The lights shut off as a figure appears in the doorway staring at Jack Nomad. He goes to approach the figure but before he can reach him the lights turn back on and the figure is gone leaving him alone in the room once more.
She hated that time of the night. Sitting inside that locker room feeling like a caged animal. And that was exactly how she behaved, running from one corner to the other. Already dressed in her ring gear, including her lucky charm.- the boots. Better said custom made high top sneakers. Ever since starting her career she wore them, they probably had as many stitches as she did. Viewable on the outside.
ALEXANDRA KELLY: Might have to replace you one day… .
There was a strange smile on her face when she looked down, stretching out her left leg. Yeah they had seen better days, but still seemed good enough for another night. For the tenth time she was checking the huge clock on the wall, hearing the annoying tick tock noise. Alexandra Kelly had watched the show backstage, too hyper to go near that curtain yet. Why? Cause she was tempted to just storm out and beat the shit out of whoever.
It was around that time when there was a knock on the door, rather quietly. Which meant two things, it wasn’t Jack or Alex. Maybe Munin. She had a way of calming her Pixie down. With a grin on her face she made towards the door, opening it. Seeing someone she had not expected till later. Xavier Laroux. For a moment she just stared at him, not quite sure if this was real. They hadn’t seen each other in many months.
ALEXANDRA KELLY: You kidding me? You really made it… .
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging tightly. He returned that squeeze, even lifting her up off of her feet before setting her back down. Taking a step back, Xavier looked her up and down as he laughed out.
XAVIER LAROUX: Of course I did. But damn, look at you. Like you're ready to go tear someone's head off.
Alexandra looked at him a little longer before letting him step in fully, closing the door behind them. She kept that smile on her face, looking down on herself.
ALEXANDRA KELLY: You know it love. I have been ready for my return ever since I left. And as confusing as that sounds.- I know you understand it. So how did you fit me into your busy schedule?!
They had been sitting down on the chairs standing around, Alexandra crossing her arms in front of her chest. It still felt a little unreal to sit here with him. Yet it was a rather welcome surprise after the past months of horror and idiocy. She had been traveling a lot. Feeling restless.- unless she was in the middle of a ring. He knew the feeling all too well.
XAVIER LAROUX: I had to shift around a few things, but here I am. I expect nothing but your best tonight. Or every other night. Who is this loser anyhow, Muru. What a name.
ALEXANDRA KELLY: I was thinking the same, not the loser bit.- but the name. But this is a free country, so to each their own.... .
She would punch his arm moments later, causing him to let out a playful ouch. He would rub the spot she had hit, raising his eyebrow.
ALEXANDRA KELLY: ... expecting my best? When the fuck have I ever given you less? I remember a certain someone tapping out once or twice while sparing with me. Not that I wanna mention any names but… Xavier FUCKING Laroux. Thank you ladies and gentleman, I am here all week. But all jokes aside, you know how I am. I take every opponent serious.- even if they do not show me the same respect. I am still overlooked, even after ten years in this business. People come towards me and wanna hug the shit out of me. Why? Cause I am small. But you remember this Xavier, the smallest dog can give you blood poison.
Both looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Truth to be told they had some bloody fights.- both never willing to give up. But eventually their friendship was bigger than their urge to kill each other. Leading back to her saying, you do not learn to be a fighter. You either have it in you or not. She wanted to speak up again as her eyes fell on the clock. Where did time go? Didn’t he only just enter her room?
XAVIER LAROUX: I know that look on your face. Either you need the bathroom or it is time to get ready.
ALEXANDRA KELLY: Damn man, watch your mouth. Girls do not use the bathroom. We do not poop or burp, learn the rules.
XAVIER LAROUX: I remember that time in Indy… .
ALEXANDRA KELLY: SHUT UP! I promised to kill you… shall you ever mention it. You got your ticket right? Munin promised front row seats and what not. Hope you brought an umbrella.
He pointed to his jeans pocket before giving her another smile. They would hug each other again before she gently shoved him out. It was always double edged knife having friends watching your matches. While it was lovely to have that kind of support, it also made her nervous.
ALEXANDRA KELLY: Time to erase another fucker from my plate.
Grabbing her iPod from the little desk next to the door she walked outside. Not looking back. Not giving a damn. It was time to get in the mood. Team Pixie. Wild and Free.
Singles Match
Alexandra Kelly versus Muru
PERCY: It looks like while Alexandra Kelly was getting a pep talk from her friend Xavier, her boyfriend, Jack Nomad was getting visited by PAW's resident shadow of justice.
CAT: I don't care what that guy says, he gives me the creeps. Fading in and out like some sort of specter...Gah!
PERCY: Well, neither of those superstars has time to worry about it now, cause 'The Pixie' is set for action, and Rhonda's in the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Allen Park, Michigan...Muru!!!
Up on the tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Playground" by Plankeye begins to play. Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp. Along the way to the ring he slaps the hands of a few fans and the he slides into the ring. He then raises his hands to the air as the crowd cheers.
PERCY: Muru made his debut at Wicked #8 defeating “Rock Hard” Richard Stone. That wasn't his scheduled opponent, so it was an impressive win.
CAT: Impressive? In this business you should be ready to face anyone at anytime. Stone looked more like someone who works at the park than a wrestler.
The lights in the arena suddenly dims till it fades out fully. The crowd is left in complete darkness for a few moments, before the first notes of 'Fresh Blood' by The She Demons blast out of the speakers. Mixed reactions were given by the audience, but mostly positive chants start. There is a single purple spot falling onto the top of the entrance ramp, which moments later gets filled by a petite person. Alexandra Kelly. Or better known as the Pixie. She would stand still for a few moments, soaking in the atmosphere.- getting a good bit of this adrenaline rush.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: His opponent from West Palm Beach, Florida....she is 'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
The Team Pixie chants would soon errupt when the small devil starts walking down the ramp. Here and there touching a few hands, wearing that famous business smile. With the music playing out loud by now, Pixie took some moments posing in front of the ring. Taking time to point at some of the crowd. Before finally sliding inside the ring in a rather graceful manner, making her way ontop of the tunrbuckle.
PERCY: The Pixie won her debut match as well. She picked up a submission victory over Trixie and Johnny Sykes when she made Trixie tapout. She has also found favor with Lady Munin.
CAT: She took care of business in the ring Percy. In doing so she proved that the women of PAW might be better than the men.
PERCY: All I know is that we should be in for a great match.
The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway.
PERCY: The two circle each other. It looks like Muru might be a little hesitant to lock up with The Pixie.
CAT: He needs to get over that and man up. We all saw what happened last week when Sykes didn't want to lay a hand on the women on PAW.
The two lock up and Muru takes control early with a side headlock. Kelly breaks the hold with a couple of well placed elbows to the midsection and then bounces off the ropes. When she comes back she slides between the legs of Muru and quickly gets to her feet. She then slaps Muru right across the face.
PERCY: Alexandra Kelly just bitched slapped Muru and the crowd is eating it up.
CAT: Can you blame them? She is cute and deadly.
The Pixie plays to the crowd a bit as Muru rubs his left cheek. The two lock up again and this time Muru delivers a forearm to the chin of Kelly. The crowds boos him. Muru just shrugs his shoulders and follows it up with a couple move.
PERCY: It looks like even with the crowd disapproving Muru is going to take it to Alexandra Kelly.
CAT: I'm sure he will pay for that.
Muru sends Kelly into the ropes and hits a hip toss. While she is on the mat Muru drops an elbow to her back. He turns her over and goes for a quick cover.
1...
Kelly is able to kick out at one.
PERCY: Muru looking to end it early.
CAT: Didn't he see her match last week? It's going to take much more than that for him to beat her.
The Pixie and Muru both get back to their feet quickly When the two lock of Kelly takes control with a knee to the gut of Muru. She then starts throwing right hands that Muru tries to block. She backs him into the corner and then kicks him right in the face.
PERCY: Muru is staggering out of the corner and The Pixie just went to the second rope. She plants Muru into the mat with a bulldog!
CAT: She follows that up with a leg drop onto the back of Muru's neck.
Kelly stays in control as she pulls Muru to his feet. She whips him into the ropes and he is able to springboard back toward her. He hits a crossbody.
1...
PERCY: Another pin attempt by Muru.
CAT: The Pixie kicks out easily once again.
Muru looking to keep the advantage pulls Kelly to her feet. He goes for a suplex but she is able to reverse it and land behind him. She then catches Muru off guard with a belly to back suplex that sends him the mat.
PERCY: Great counter by The Pixie.
CAT: Great strength as well. Muru is twice her size!
While Muru is on the mat Kelly takes to the top rope and comes down with a double stomp.
PERCY: PAINKILLERS by The Pixie!
CAT: That's exactly what Muru is going to need tonight.
The Pixie goes for the pin
1...
2...
Muru gets his shoulder up.
PERCY: Close one for Alexandra Kelly. She really drove the wind out of Muru.
CAT: I know the fans were hoping she would have gotten the win there.
Kelly doesn't let up and she mounts Muru and starts hitting him with right hands. Muru is able to push her off but as he is getting to his feet she staggers him with a European uppercut.
PERCY: Nice European uppercut by The Pixie that she calls the X-RAY!
CAT: I think Muru is seeing stars.
Alexandra Kelly is then able to hit a cradle DDT on Muru which leads to another pin attempt.
1...
2...
Thre-Another kick out by Muru.
PERCY: The Pixie is really taking it to Muru. She just won't let up.
CAT: We are getting to see just how good she is, or how bad Muru is. Either thing is fine with me.
The Pixie changes up tactics and goes for a guillotine choke. She is able to wrap her legs around Muru as she applies pressure.
PERCY: She really has it locked in! It looks Muru might be out of this match.
CAT: Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Muru is struggling with all he has to try and break free from the hold. He finally is able to pick up the lighter opponent and drop her on her back breaking the hold.
PERCY: Desperation move by Muru! He may have been seconds away from tapping out.
CAT: I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have.
PERCY: Why is that?
CAT: Would you want The Pixie to stop wrapping her legs around you?
PERCY: No comment...
Kelly is to her feet fist but when she grabs Muru he is able to buy himself some time with a sit down jawbreaker. He then follows that up with a Russian leg sweep which puts The Pixie on her back.
CAT: It looks like Muru is going to have a chance to catch his breath after all.
PERCY: If he wants to have any chance in this match he needs to.
With The Pixie on the mat Muru slowly heads to the top turnbuckle.
PERCY: It looks like we are going to see The Greatest Show on Earth in action!
CAT: If it was up to me the show would be canceled.
Muru is on the top rope but Kelly gets to her feet quicker than expected. He still leaps from the top able to connect with one foot to the side of her head. When he lands he falls right to the mat.
PERCY: Muru just came down hard on his left knee! He is grabbing at it and it looks like the referee is checking on him.
CAT: For someone who fancies himself as a high flier he sure didn't stick the landing.
Muru pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes. He is unable to put any weight on his left leg. He hobbles to where Kelly is on the mat and pulls her to her feet. Muru tries to body slam her to the mat but he isn't able to on one leg.
PERCY: I'm not sure what kind of offense Muru is going to be able to pull off if he can't walk or even lift The Pixie.
CAT: That's just too bad for him isn't it?
Kelly is back to her feet and she is finally able to see that Muru is injured. This brings a smile to her face.
PERCY: The Pixie realizes Muru is in a bad way! Her fan are getting behind her. They want her to finish him off.
CAT: You mean but him out of his misery Percy!
Kelly looks like she is going to lock up with Muru but instead she hits a dropkick to his knee. This sends him quickly to the mat clutching it once again.
PERCY: C'mon! The referee has no choice but to stop it now.
CAT: These Texas fans really are loving Alexandra Kelly.
CROWD: PIX-IE PIX-IE PIX-IE
The referee is checking on Muru as he tries to get to his feet. Taking no mercy on her injured opponent Kelly connects with a shining wizard which has the referee diving out of the way to avoid being hit himself.
PERCY: She calls that the Spotlight, and the spotlight is definitely on her.
CAT: As it should be!
With Muru out on the mat Kelly makes the cover and the referee recovers and counts the pin fall.
1...
2...
3!!!!
He signals for the bell signifying that Alexandra Kelly is the victor.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of the match...'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
PERCY: The Pixie picks up yet another victory here in PAW. Though you have to wonder if the result might have been different if Muru didn't injure his knee.
CAT: Do we? The Pixie is one to watch. She just picked up another win. If I were a member of the locker room I would pray I'm not facing her next.
As she makes her way back up the ramp, Kelly's fans cheer for her loudly. Medical personnel pass her as they make their way to the ring to check on Muru, as the scene fades to backstage.
CAT: I don't care what that guy says, he gives me the creeps. Fading in and out like some sort of specter...Gah!
PERCY: Well, neither of those superstars has time to worry about it now, cause 'The Pixie' is set for action, and Rhonda's in the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Allen Park, Michigan...Muru!!!
Up on the tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Playground" by Plankeye begins to play. Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp. Along the way to the ring he slaps the hands of a few fans and the he slides into the ring. He then raises his hands to the air as the crowd cheers.
PERCY: Muru made his debut at Wicked #8 defeating “Rock Hard” Richard Stone. That wasn't his scheduled opponent, so it was an impressive win.
CAT: Impressive? In this business you should be ready to face anyone at anytime. Stone looked more like someone who works at the park than a wrestler.
The lights in the arena suddenly dims till it fades out fully. The crowd is left in complete darkness for a few moments, before the first notes of 'Fresh Blood' by The She Demons blast out of the speakers. Mixed reactions were given by the audience, but mostly positive chants start. There is a single purple spot falling onto the top of the entrance ramp, which moments later gets filled by a petite person. Alexandra Kelly. Or better known as the Pixie. She would stand still for a few moments, soaking in the atmosphere.- getting a good bit of this adrenaline rush.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: His opponent from West Palm Beach, Florida....she is 'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
The Team Pixie chants would soon errupt when the small devil starts walking down the ramp. Here and there touching a few hands, wearing that famous business smile. With the music playing out loud by now, Pixie took some moments posing in front of the ring. Taking time to point at some of the crowd. Before finally sliding inside the ring in a rather graceful manner, making her way ontop of the tunrbuckle.
PERCY: The Pixie won her debut match as well. She picked up a submission victory over Trixie and Johnny Sykes when she made Trixie tapout. She has also found favor with Lady Munin.
CAT: She took care of business in the ring Percy. In doing so she proved that the women of PAW might be better than the men.
PERCY: All I know is that we should be in for a great match.
The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway.
PERCY: The two circle each other. It looks like Muru might be a little hesitant to lock up with The Pixie.
CAT: He needs to get over that and man up. We all saw what happened last week when Sykes didn't want to lay a hand on the women on PAW.
The two lock up and Muru takes control early with a side headlock. Kelly breaks the hold with a couple of well placed elbows to the midsection and then bounces off the ropes. When she comes back she slides between the legs of Muru and quickly gets to her feet. She then slaps Muru right across the face.
PERCY: Alexandra Kelly just bitched slapped Muru and the crowd is eating it up.
CAT: Can you blame them? She is cute and deadly.
The Pixie plays to the crowd a bit as Muru rubs his left cheek. The two lock up again and this time Muru delivers a forearm to the chin of Kelly. The crowds boos him. Muru just shrugs his shoulders and follows it up with a couple move.
PERCY: It looks like even with the crowd disapproving Muru is going to take it to Alexandra Kelly.
CAT: I'm sure he will pay for that.
Muru sends Kelly into the ropes and hits a hip toss. While she is on the mat Muru drops an elbow to her back. He turns her over and goes for a quick cover.
1...
Kelly is able to kick out at one.
PERCY: Muru looking to end it early.
CAT: Didn't he see her match last week? It's going to take much more than that for him to beat her.
The Pixie and Muru both get back to their feet quickly When the two lock of Kelly takes control with a knee to the gut of Muru. She then starts throwing right hands that Muru tries to block. She backs him into the corner and then kicks him right in the face.
PERCY: Muru is staggering out of the corner and The Pixie just went to the second rope. She plants Muru into the mat with a bulldog!
CAT: She follows that up with a leg drop onto the back of Muru's neck.
Kelly stays in control as she pulls Muru to his feet. She whips him into the ropes and he is able to springboard back toward her. He hits a crossbody.
1...
PERCY: Another pin attempt by Muru.
CAT: The Pixie kicks out easily once again.
Muru looking to keep the advantage pulls Kelly to her feet. He goes for a suplex but she is able to reverse it and land behind him. She then catches Muru off guard with a belly to back suplex that sends him the mat.
PERCY: Great counter by The Pixie.
CAT: Great strength as well. Muru is twice her size!
While Muru is on the mat Kelly takes to the top rope and comes down with a double stomp.
PERCY: PAINKILLERS by The Pixie!
CAT: That's exactly what Muru is going to need tonight.
The Pixie goes for the pin
1...
2...
Muru gets his shoulder up.
PERCY: Close one for Alexandra Kelly. She really drove the wind out of Muru.
CAT: I know the fans were hoping she would have gotten the win there.
Kelly doesn't let up and she mounts Muru and starts hitting him with right hands. Muru is able to push her off but as he is getting to his feet she staggers him with a European uppercut.
PERCY: Nice European uppercut by The Pixie that she calls the X-RAY!
CAT: I think Muru is seeing stars.
Alexandra Kelly is then able to hit a cradle DDT on Muru which leads to another pin attempt.
1...
2...
Thre-Another kick out by Muru.
PERCY: The Pixie is really taking it to Muru. She just won't let up.
CAT: We are getting to see just how good she is, or how bad Muru is. Either thing is fine with me.
The Pixie changes up tactics and goes for a guillotine choke. She is able to wrap her legs around Muru as she applies pressure.
PERCY: She really has it locked in! It looks Muru might be out of this match.
CAT: Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Muru is struggling with all he has to try and break free from the hold. He finally is able to pick up the lighter opponent and drop her on her back breaking the hold.
PERCY: Desperation move by Muru! He may have been seconds away from tapping out.
CAT: I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have.
PERCY: Why is that?
CAT: Would you want The Pixie to stop wrapping her legs around you?
PERCY: No comment...
Kelly is to her feet fist but when she grabs Muru he is able to buy himself some time with a sit down jawbreaker. He then follows that up with a Russian leg sweep which puts The Pixie on her back.
CAT: It looks like Muru is going to have a chance to catch his breath after all.
PERCY: If he wants to have any chance in this match he needs to.
With The Pixie on the mat Muru slowly heads to the top turnbuckle.
PERCY: It looks like we are going to see The Greatest Show on Earth in action!
CAT: If it was up to me the show would be canceled.
Muru is on the top rope but Kelly gets to her feet quicker than expected. He still leaps from the top able to connect with one foot to the side of her head. When he lands he falls right to the mat.
PERCY: Muru just came down hard on his left knee! He is grabbing at it and it looks like the referee is checking on him.
CAT: For someone who fancies himself as a high flier he sure didn't stick the landing.
Muru pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes. He is unable to put any weight on his left leg. He hobbles to where Kelly is on the mat and pulls her to her feet. Muru tries to body slam her to the mat but he isn't able to on one leg.
PERCY: I'm not sure what kind of offense Muru is going to be able to pull off if he can't walk or even lift The Pixie.
CAT: That's just too bad for him isn't it?
Kelly is back to her feet and she is finally able to see that Muru is injured. This brings a smile to her face.
PERCY: The Pixie realizes Muru is in a bad way! Her fan are getting behind her. They want her to finish him off.
CAT: You mean but him out of his misery Percy!
Kelly looks like she is going to lock up with Muru but instead she hits a dropkick to his knee. This sends him quickly to the mat clutching it once again.
PERCY: C'mon! The referee has no choice but to stop it now.
CAT: These Texas fans really are loving Alexandra Kelly.
CROWD: PIX-IE PIX-IE PIX-IE
The referee is checking on Muru as he tries to get to his feet. Taking no mercy on her injured opponent Kelly connects with a shining wizard which has the referee diving out of the way to avoid being hit himself.
PERCY: She calls that the Spotlight, and the spotlight is definitely on her.
CAT: As it should be!
With Muru out on the mat Kelly makes the cover and the referee recovers and counts the pin fall.
1...
2...
3!!!!
He signals for the bell signifying that Alexandra Kelly is the victor.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of the match...'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
PERCY: The Pixie picks up yet another victory here in PAW. Though you have to wonder if the result might have been different if Muru didn't injure his knee.
CAT: Do we? The Pixie is one to watch. She just picked up another win. If I were a member of the locker room I would pray I'm not facing her next.
As she makes her way back up the ramp, Kelly's fans cheer for her loudly. Medical personnel pass her as they make their way to the ring to check on Muru, as the scene fades to backstage.
The scene opens up to the women's locker room where Redrum, Pan, Rufio, and James Radford are sifting through various duffle bags that appear to have women's clothing in it. Suddenly, Redrum pulls a handful of lacy garments from the side compartment of the bag he's been searching in, and beams at the other three.
REDRUM: Ureka, Boys! We've hit the mother load!
The three men exchange concerned glances, but it's 'Country Fine' that steps forward to state the obvious question.
JAMES RADFORD: Mr. Rum, Sir. What does finding women's panties have to do with getting us better standing here in PAW?
Redrum looks up from his treasure chest of goodies, shocked and dismayed.
REDRUM: Isn't it obvious! I..WE..Need these!
JAMES RADFORD: So you said, but....why?
REDRUM: Listen, Country. Sometimes you just have to trust in the fact that I know more about what you need than you do, and right now, we need panties, cause panties.....well, their panties.
The door suddenly burst open, and standing at it's center was S.O.B. The older black man took one look at what the other four were doing, and he shook his head in disbelief.
S.O.B.: What the fuck is you cracker's doin?!? You trying to get kicked out!
REDRUM: Relax, relax. Just get in here and help us cart these gems off.
S.O.B.: Is you serious? I ain't helping you steal panties! Dem bitches libel to come back any minute, and when they do, you cracker bastards gonna get it.
At that moment, a voice trails in from behind S.O.B. and he freezes where he stands, like a deer caught in the headlights.
FEMALE VOICE: What the hell is going on in there?
Trixie shoves past S.O.B. and into the room, obviously having just come from the medical area, as her leg has been heavily wrapped. When she sees the handful of panties in Redrum's hand, her eyes narrow in on the clown. S.O.B. crosses his arms over his chest behind her, and confidently nods at his fellow enhancement talent in a way of saying, 'I told you so.' Redrum sighs heavily in disappointment, and throws the fistful of panties down on the bench, looking up at Trixie under his brow.
REDRUM: Alright, boys. The gig is up. Why don't you all go out for a nice cotton candy. Just tell the vendor I sent you.
Pan, Rufio, and Radford look at the clown, then to the vengeful face of Trixie, then to S.O.B.'s smug look by the door, and decide this would be as good a time as any to make their exit. Quickly they run past Trixie, with S.O.B. bringing up the rear, a trailing string of curse words and 'crackers' fading down the hallway. Just as Redrum is about to try and make with an explanation, Trixie hobbles the distance between them and brings a jaw jarring slap across his face. Redrum recoils, grabbing at his jaw, inadvertently still holding onto one of the panties that looks more like a string than underwear. With the panties that close to his face, he can't help himself, and gives it a little sniff. Trixie's eyes go wide, and she stalks forward with her palm raised to slap the clown again.
REDRUM: WAIT! I SURRENDER!
Trixie halts in her attack, and instead reaches up, grabbing the panties, and jerks them out of his hand. Now, with her property back in her possession, she places her hands on her hips and eyeballs the clown.
TRIXIE: You've got three seconds to explain to me why I don't call security and press charges!
REDRUM: Well, it's a really long story, you see...
TRIXIE: ONE!
REDRUM: And I don't know if we'll have time to get into the semantics...
TRIXIE: TWO!
REDRUM: Plus those guys are probably lost without me, I should get...
TRIXIE: THREE! SECUR.....
REDRUM: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I LOVE PANTIES!! New ones, used ones, the ones that have a hole in them from where the thighs rub together! I love them all!
Trixie stared at the clown for a minute, and shook her head.
TRIXIE: Well......go buy some from the store! Stop stealing mine!
REDRUM: It's just not the same. (cries) They don't have that lived in smell.....
Trixie blinked, unable to even come up with the words to respond. Meanwhile, Redrum drops to his knee's in front of her, tears streaming down his clown face. He mumbles 'I'm sorry' through the torrid of emotion, before leaning in closer to beg for her forgiveness. Of coarse, being on his knee's in front of the five foot four Blonde Bombshell put him eye level with her crotch. Or more accurately, nose level. And just when it looks like Trixie is about to give the clown a reprieve, she hears the faint sound of a sniff from down below. Her eyes go wide again, as the crowd out in the arena can be heard going ballistic with laughter.
TRIXIE: WHAT THE FUCK! GET OUT YOU SICKO!
REDRUM: No! Please! I can't help myself! My pantie sniffing ways saved your life!
Trixie fell back a step in confusion, still pointing at the door, but being unable to keep her self from asking.
TRIXIE: What the hell are you talking about?
REDRUM: Those panties....they had itching powder in them. I got them in my eyes, my nose, down my chest! I had to go to the ER! If I hadn't sniffed those panties....if I hadn't put that velvety crotch in my face.....you'd have had it on you!
Trixie stares dumbfounded at the clown, realizing that he was right. She slowly lowers her arm, and sighs.
TRIXIE: Fine. But you have to stop stealing my panties. If you want a pair, you have to ask me.
Redrum's face lit up like Christmas, and he hopped up off his knee's in excitement.
REDRUM: Do you mean....?
Trixie rolled her eyes, grabs a pair of panties, and then tosses them at the clown.
TRIXIE: There. Now go.
Redrum giggles in triumph, excitedly lifting the panties to his face for a ginormous sniff. Trixie shakes her head in disgust, but the clown doesn't seem to notice. He holds his prize out in front of him with glee, and then rushes out the door before the Blonde Bombshell could change her mind. Trixie watches as he goes, unable to believe what she just heard, or what she just did. With a final shake of her head, she mumbles under her breath.
TRIXIE: Fucking clown.
REDRUM: Ureka, Boys! We've hit the mother load!
The three men exchange concerned glances, but it's 'Country Fine' that steps forward to state the obvious question.
JAMES RADFORD: Mr. Rum, Sir. What does finding women's panties have to do with getting us better standing here in PAW?
Redrum looks up from his treasure chest of goodies, shocked and dismayed.
REDRUM: Isn't it obvious! I..WE..Need these!
JAMES RADFORD: So you said, but....why?
REDRUM: Listen, Country. Sometimes you just have to trust in the fact that I know more about what you need than you do, and right now, we need panties, cause panties.....well, their panties.
The door suddenly burst open, and standing at it's center was S.O.B. The older black man took one look at what the other four were doing, and he shook his head in disbelief.
S.O.B.: What the fuck is you cracker's doin?!? You trying to get kicked out!
REDRUM: Relax, relax. Just get in here and help us cart these gems off.
S.O.B.: Is you serious? I ain't helping you steal panties! Dem bitches libel to come back any minute, and when they do, you cracker bastards gonna get it.
At that moment, a voice trails in from behind S.O.B. and he freezes where he stands, like a deer caught in the headlights.
FEMALE VOICE: What the hell is going on in there?
Trixie shoves past S.O.B. and into the room, obviously having just come from the medical area, as her leg has been heavily wrapped. When she sees the handful of panties in Redrum's hand, her eyes narrow in on the clown. S.O.B. crosses his arms over his chest behind her, and confidently nods at his fellow enhancement talent in a way of saying, 'I told you so.' Redrum sighs heavily in disappointment, and throws the fistful of panties down on the bench, looking up at Trixie under his brow.
REDRUM: Alright, boys. The gig is up. Why don't you all go out for a nice cotton candy. Just tell the vendor I sent you.
Pan, Rufio, and Radford look at the clown, then to the vengeful face of Trixie, then to S.O.B.'s smug look by the door, and decide this would be as good a time as any to make their exit. Quickly they run past Trixie, with S.O.B. bringing up the rear, a trailing string of curse words and 'crackers' fading down the hallway. Just as Redrum is about to try and make with an explanation, Trixie hobbles the distance between them and brings a jaw jarring slap across his face. Redrum recoils, grabbing at his jaw, inadvertently still holding onto one of the panties that looks more like a string than underwear. With the panties that close to his face, he can't help himself, and gives it a little sniff. Trixie's eyes go wide, and she stalks forward with her palm raised to slap the clown again.
REDRUM: WAIT! I SURRENDER!
Trixie halts in her attack, and instead reaches up, grabbing the panties, and jerks them out of his hand. Now, with her property back in her possession, she places her hands on her hips and eyeballs the clown.
TRIXIE: You've got three seconds to explain to me why I don't call security and press charges!
REDRUM: Well, it's a really long story, you see...
TRIXIE: ONE!
REDRUM: And I don't know if we'll have time to get into the semantics...
TRIXIE: TWO!
REDRUM: Plus those guys are probably lost without me, I should get...
TRIXIE: THREE! SECUR.....
REDRUM: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I LOVE PANTIES!! New ones, used ones, the ones that have a hole in them from where the thighs rub together! I love them all!
Trixie stared at the clown for a minute, and shook her head.
TRIXIE: Well......go buy some from the store! Stop stealing mine!
REDRUM: It's just not the same. (cries) They don't have that lived in smell.....
Trixie blinked, unable to even come up with the words to respond. Meanwhile, Redrum drops to his knee's in front of her, tears streaming down his clown face. He mumbles 'I'm sorry' through the torrid of emotion, before leaning in closer to beg for her forgiveness. Of coarse, being on his knee's in front of the five foot four Blonde Bombshell put him eye level with her crotch. Or more accurately, nose level. And just when it looks like Trixie is about to give the clown a reprieve, she hears the faint sound of a sniff from down below. Her eyes go wide again, as the crowd out in the arena can be heard going ballistic with laughter.
TRIXIE: WHAT THE FUCK! GET OUT YOU SICKO!
REDRUM: No! Please! I can't help myself! My pantie sniffing ways saved your life!
Trixie fell back a step in confusion, still pointing at the door, but being unable to keep her self from asking.
TRIXIE: What the hell are you talking about?
REDRUM: Those panties....they had itching powder in them. I got them in my eyes, my nose, down my chest! I had to go to the ER! If I hadn't sniffed those panties....if I hadn't put that velvety crotch in my face.....you'd have had it on you!
Trixie stares dumbfounded at the clown, realizing that he was right. She slowly lowers her arm, and sighs.
TRIXIE: Fine. But you have to stop stealing my panties. If you want a pair, you have to ask me.
Redrum's face lit up like Christmas, and he hopped up off his knee's in excitement.
REDRUM: Do you mean....?
Trixie rolled her eyes, grabs a pair of panties, and then tosses them at the clown.
TRIXIE: There. Now go.
Redrum giggles in triumph, excitedly lifting the panties to his face for a ginormous sniff. Trixie shakes her head in disgust, but the clown doesn't seem to notice. He holds his prize out in front of him with glee, and then rushes out the door before the Blonde Bombshell could change her mind. Trixie watches as he goes, unable to believe what she just heard, or what she just did. With a final shake of her head, she mumbles under her breath.
TRIXIE: Fucking clown.
Ever since last week Johnny had been struggling with getting his mind right. He had been struggling with getting focused. More than the usual with him. There was a good reason for it though. A good reason that was sure to come into the light. Johnny found himself walking along the back. He hadn’t been set to compete - something he had completely forgot about. Last time he forgot he was booked. This time he forgot that he wasn’t booked. There was so much to remember, and remembering wasn’t his strong suit.
Though the good thing was, he did seem to be walking with a mission. That boyish grin spread all across his lips, which was part of his charm. That charm made people gravitate towards him even if he didn’t realize it, or even have an understanding of what charm was. His feet finally carried him to his destination. Well sort of anyway. It just so happened that his destination was only a couple of feet in front of him. All of the sudden he brought his hands up to his face, and blew his hot breath into his hands.
He wasn’t sure what this did, but he did know that he had seen it done in like every movie ever before a guy approached someone - specifically a girl. Johnny then took a couple more steps forward, proceeding to reach out with his hand and tap someone on the shoulder.
JOHNNY SYKES: Excuse me miss. I believe we have some cotton candy to get together!
Alexandra Kelly almost jumped out of her skin, caught completely off guard. Alexandrara had not expected him in the slightest, and spun to see who it was. She was still wearing her ring gear, and beads of sweat glistened on her tight body. She was almost ready to take a swing, but seeing Johnny, with his boyish grin, she smiled back.
Alexandra Kelly: Say what, Johnny?
JOHNNY SYKES: You and I... Cotton Candy! We decided on this!
Alright so that wasn’t exactly the truth. He had decided on it. Following their first encounter two weeks ago with their match. He was just trying to make it seem like she agreed. A tactic that he had used on others to just get them to do what he wanted. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t work. Thing was Johnny couldn’t help but find Alexandra pretty. He wasn’t exactly open about it but he did find her super pretty. So what did pretty girls deserve? Cotton candy of course. Alex would look at him a little surprised and not quite sure what he was on about. At the very beginning of their meeting she had figured him out. He seemed a little confused, but in the harmless way. Looking at what she had been doing and the time, she put away her phone.
Alexandra Kelly: Not sure we agreed on this, but I got a little time. So, cotton candy it is.
JOHNNY SYKES: You totally agreed on it! I’m not crazy ya know?!
He was grinning from ear to ear. He was pleased that he had gotten his way. Even if was a little forced but nevertheless he got what he wanted. Johnny started to lead the way. Kind of sticking around next to her.
JOHNNY SYKES: Oh yeah and after I totally promised I’d show you my pokemon collection. It’s sick as heck!
This was 2016 and not 1996. Seemed like that much had registered to the thirty year old man. He was still collecting cards and watching re-runs of TMNT the cartoon. There was something that wasn’t too right with him but he was careless indeed. In his mind though Alexandra was tagging along. She seemed somewhat interested which had to mean she was digging him. Props to Johnny for being a pimp. Every now and then she would look over to the boyish guy walking next to her. It was not easy to figure him out, remembering the match they had.
Alexandra Kelly: I have to ask you something Johnny and I expect a truthful answer. At the match we had, why did you not fight from the beginning on? And now do not give me this, oh I don’t hit girls.
His face had kind of twisted up with a confused expression. Looking right at her as she had made her statement or rather had asked her question.
JOHNNY SYKES: But I don’t hit girls.
Johnny seemed truly confused that she thought he was lying about the situation at hand. Did he give her the illusion that he was lying? Did something about his remarks just not seem true? Now truth be told Johnny couldn’t lie. At least not lie and meant for it to be a lie. He just wasn’t for the lack of a better word. Smart enough to lie.
JOHNNY SYKES: You’re not supposed to hit girls... ever!
Nodding his head for that brief moment.
JOHNNY SYKES: Besides you’re super duper uber cute!
You know the heart emoji icon? Yeah, that was totally Johnny’s expression at that moment when looking Alexandra directly in her eyes. She looked back at him, almost feeling sorry for him. It was obvious that the boy was confused. Not retarded. But confused. She tried her best smile.
Alexandra Kelly: But you do realise you hit me in the match?
JOHNNY SYKES: ... Yeah.
Instantly he found himself looking down at the ground and shuffling his feet around. The instant amount of guilt that he felt consumed his entire being. He couldn’t even bring himself to look her in the face now.
JOHNNY SYKES: I know I messed up. I know I made a mistake. I kind of... just felt pushed... and kind of uhm... lashed out?
Johnny’s voice had changed some into a bit of a somber tone.
JOHNNY SYKES: I’m sorry...
Alexandra Kelly: But Johnny that is the problem. You are not supposed to be sorry. This is your job honey.
JOHNNY SYKES: Job or not. You’re never meant to hit women.
Shaking his head intensely for the moment before finding himself looking upward again.
JOHNNY SYKES: I’ve always wrestled for fun. I always wanted to be like the greats. Win championships. Main event big shows. All that jazz. It was fun growing up watching it and it’s fun now! That’s all I care about. Having fun!
She ran her fingers through her hair, grabbing some cotton candy from the stand. She handed him one too. Pixie tried to not show it, but she felt really sorry for this boy.
Alexandra Kelly: Well, we gotta do what we gotta do. But if you don't wanna wrestle females, might talk to the boss. Or you will end up with a losing streak.
For a brief moment Johnny had completely lost track of their conversation. It was like the moment that Cotton Candy had been handed to him. He was in complete and utter heaven. Though her speaking caused him to pay somewhat attention. A small amount of cotton candy sticking to the side of his mouth.
JOHNNY SYKES: Pfft winning isn’t everything. As long as I’m having fun and people are having fun with me. Then I’ll keep loving what I do!
She slowly nodded.
JOHNNY SYKES: Soooo...
There was a very brief and awkward pause between the two of them.
JOHNNY SYKES: I totally brought my Gameboy color. We can totally link up and play!
Yes, folks. Yes he had truly gone there. Gameboy color. That’s how outdated this gentlemen was, but couldn’t blame him for doing whatever he could to get one step closer to a woman that he deemed very attractive. He watched as Alexandra slowly shook her head in his direction starting to walk off eating her Cotton Candy. This kind of left Johnny standing there in confusion seeing as she hadn't said anything. Instead just walked off. Yet like a lost puppy dog he found himself following close behind.
The Box Office
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Special Guest: Luke Knux & The Scumbag Society
The announce team has disappeared for a brief intermission, and when the cameras shift over to the ring, it has been transformed into a stage set for a rock show. Drums sit off in the background, a couple of guitars, a bass stand, monitors and other gear. Dead center of all this is a microphone stand with multicolored strands of scarfs streaming from the top. The backdrop provided is a familiar sign made up of hundreds of light bulbs that read 'The Box Office', with a flag that hangs below it that says Scumbag Society.
The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' comes across the speakers, and the sign in the ring flashes to life, along with a montage on the screen above the ramp way of tickets being tacked off of a roll. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they already know what to expect from the cocksure owner of the sign and song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain, wearing a neatly pressed Armani suit, with a brown leather brief case in one hand, and a cane in the other. He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd, instinctively clutching the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, albeit slower because of the use of his cane, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd. He makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, and smiles at his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes. He sets his briefcase down, produces a microphone from inside of his jacket, and steps to the center of the ring. The lights remain dim everywhere else in the arena, except for directly over the ring where Cross Recoba prepares to address the PAW Universe.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, here we are, ladies and gentleman, and trust me, I use those terms for you hillbilly trash very loosely. After all, we are in the state of Texas.
Cross pauses to smile at the booing crowd, who jeer and taunt him.
CROSS RECOBA: They say everything's bigger in Texas, and they are absolutely correct....
Cross indicates with his hand two women in the front row of a portly size.
CROSS RECOBA: I haven't seen heifers this size anywhere else in the world.
The boo's come in even louder, and Cross chuckles a bit before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
CROSS RECOBA: You people just don't get it, do you? Hell, I bet you're the type of idiots that cheer for people like The BombTrax, Johnny Raike, and that idiot Muru.
At the mention of those names, the PAW Universe comes alive with cheers, while Recoba shakes his head in disgust.
CROSS RECOBA: You people make me sick. It's no wonder this state is in the shape it's in. While the rest of the world has moved on with it's progression, Texans have managed to hold onto every stereotypical norm in the book, not excluding Racism, Religious Bigotry, and Social Intolerance. You're all nothing but a bunch of backwater hicks who can't fight their way out of the stone age, and mired in your own ignorance. Well, here's something that even you idiots can understand. In that case is $50,000 to the man who can knock Press off the mountain! I thought last week that Stevie Harris was going to do it, but once again he fell short of the mark, and now, if the rumors are true, CJ O'Donnell is finally going to get his shot at the 'so called' Champion.
The fans boo at Cross Recoba's obvious disrespect for them, and the fan favorite champion.
CROSS RECOBA: Now, CJ, I don't know your motivations. I don't whether you're doing this for money, for championships, or just the pure spirit of competition. To tell you the truth, I don't really care. Either way, if you can do what no one else has done, and take that son of a bitches championship, then you, my friend, will be $50,000 richer!
Cross runs his fingers through his hair, almost as if the gesture would somehow erase the animosity that even talking about this subject created. He calmly smiled, and lifted the mic to speak once more.
CROSS RECOBA: Enough about that. Let's get to the reason we're here. Several weeks ago Luke Knux was faced with a reality check. Put up or shut up, so to speak. PAW threw him in a match where he had to save his job, and not only did he come out on top, he went on to have a string of wins that proved why he's supposed to be here. No one was certain when that streak would end, not even me, until Jack Nomad showed up on the scene. After that bitter loss, Luke didn't just walk away from a streak, but he left the match with a broken nose. Watching all this unfold over the past month or so, I have to wonder what's in store for the Rock Star now, and that's exactly what I intend to find out. So welcome to the ring at this time, The Rock God himself, LUKE KNUX!
Slash ft. Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators 'World On Fire' hits the sound system and the lights go down. Smoke begins filling the stage as we hear the opening of the song. A few riffs of a guitar, then when the drums hit and lyrics kick in, Luke Knux comes out from the back in his usual attire. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he walks from one end of the stage to the other, staring down the crowd before returning to the middle, and then raising the metal horns above his head. He puts them down, and gives a wave of his hand, and the rest of the Scumbag Society appears, causing a burst of excitement from the raucous crowd. The Rock Star gives a confident nod over his shoulder, and then begins leading the band down the rampway. When Knux reaches ringside, he takes the last hit off the cigarette and then tosses it on the ground and stomps it out, before he slides under the bottom rope. He pops up to his feet, and begins leaning over the ropes with his hands turned up like devil horns before he points to his head, fingers like a gun, and fires. He walks backwards and spins around, allowing the Scumbag Society to catch him as he falls back. They hoist him forwards onto his feet, and he grins out at the crowd, before reaching into his vest for another cigarette. He cups his hand in front of his mouth to light it with his custom lighter, and then eyes Cross Recoba from across the ring.
CROSS RECOBA: Mr. Knux, welcome to The Box Office.
Knux lets out a ball of smoke before sucking it back in and letting it out with a sigh.
LUKE KNUX: Nice set-up here bro. Let's see if your interviewing skills are as good as your ring designing.
CROSS RECOBA: So glad you like it. That means alot coming from a man of your tastes.
Recoba rolls his eyes before continuing.
CROSS RECOBA: Why don't we get down to business. That nose of yours isn't looking to good. Got anything to say about how Jack Nomad took you from pillar to post last show?
Knux takes a hit as he shakes his head.
LUKE KNUX: First off, did you even watch the match? I beat the piss out of Jackie Boy! I almost had him, but then the fucker had to beat my face in. So the rumors keep going around about the nose. Yes, I broke my nose. He got me in the bridge of the nose like thirty damn times! I had to cancel my photo shoot with Rolling Stones magazine and now I have to worry about competing! Jack should be in handcuffs with what he did to me! I'm a GOD for fucks sake!
CROSS RECOBA: Be that as may, last I checked, you're only as good as your last match. That being said, you were on a high note, as it were, that is, til you ran into Jack. That has to sting a little.
LUKE KNUX: He had a lucky week. It's that simple man. Coming in as a new guy he caught me unexpectedly. I can't prepare for someone I've never seen in action.
CROSS RECOBA: Alright, I'll give you that, but I think the question on every bodies mind is, what are you going to do about it?
LUKE KNUX: Well I've been working on something special just for Jackie Boy. And I think you all would love to hear it!
CROSS RECOBA: Oh! That's right. There's to be a song. I prefer classical, but these cretins paid their last shillings just to see this, so take it away, I guess.
The Scumbag Society take their places as Luke smirks, blows out a plume of smoke, and then tosses the butt out at ring side. He grabs his own guitar, and throws the strap over his head, pulling it into position. Cross Recoba, his job done, makes his exit from the ring while Knux steps up to the mic that's center stage. He grins out at the crowd who are already on their feet, screaming out for the Rock God.
LUKE KNUX: How the fuck ya'll doing tonight?
The fans go ballistic, and Luke winks at some ladies in the front row before running his fingers down the neck of his guitar eliciting a screaming sound.
LUKE KNUX: So this one goes out to all those people in the crowd who have ever known what it's like to have to put up with a bitch in their life, and then, on one specific occasion, you end up having to put that bitch in her place.
At that line, the crowd grows even louder, and Luke leads the band by hitting the hard opening chords to something that's somewhere between rock and metal. The drummer keeps time perfectly as the intro cuts into the main theme of the song, which has a quick hard tempo. Luke leans into the microphone, and starts laying out the first stanza.
The guitar squeals and then cuts right back into the rhythm.
A quick pick up, and then right back into the rhythm.
Much the same as before, but this time with a squelch.
Luke screams the last line before really laying the hammer down on the guitar. The song somehow increases speed, while the fans bellow and chant, women flashing the Rock God on stage as he bears down into the chorus.
Luke rams down on the chords, backing up from the mic, and leading right into an epic guitar solo. The rest of the band keeps up the original temp of the song as Luke continues to thrash on the guitar til no tomorrow. Lighters and Camera flashes go off in the crowd in unison, as Luke finally reaches the end of the solo, and launches back into the original fast paced section of the second stanza.
Three quick strikes, and he launches forwards.
Squelch and guitar scream through the amps.
Luke hits his pedals so that the rhythm keeps going, so that he can free his hands up to shoot the camera double birds.
The guitar seems to take on a mind of it's own as Luke thrashes away at it, and then leads the rest of the band right back into the furious chorus.
The Lead Guitarist, Luke, and the Bassist along with the drummer do five threads at once, and on the fifth they hold the notes for an incredible 34 seconds.
Luke steps back up to the microphone with a Cheshire grin.
LUKE KNUX: If you're confused about the message, Jacky Boy, let me say it one more time. FUCK YOU!
The crowd goes nut as the amplifiers continue to hum from the last note played, and a small pyro display fires off overhead. Luke hands his guitar off to a roadie, seemingly quite pleased with himself as he and the Scumbag Society celebrate in the ring. The fans continue to cheer as the rest of the Society make their exit, leaving Luke to hop up on the second turnbuckle and bask in the glory of the crowds adulation. The camera zooms in on the Rock God, as he grins out at the crowd, calling for women to toss him their bras. The scene quickly cuts to backstage.
The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' comes across the speakers, and the sign in the ring flashes to life, along with a montage on the screen above the ramp way of tickets being tacked off of a roll. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they already know what to expect from the cocksure owner of the sign and song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain, wearing a neatly pressed Armani suit, with a brown leather brief case in one hand, and a cane in the other. He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd, instinctively clutching the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, albeit slower because of the use of his cane, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd. He makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, and smiles at his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes. He sets his briefcase down, produces a microphone from inside of his jacket, and steps to the center of the ring. The lights remain dim everywhere else in the arena, except for directly over the ring where Cross Recoba prepares to address the PAW Universe.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, here we are, ladies and gentleman, and trust me, I use those terms for you hillbilly trash very loosely. After all, we are in the state of Texas.
Cross pauses to smile at the booing crowd, who jeer and taunt him.
CROSS RECOBA: They say everything's bigger in Texas, and they are absolutely correct....
Cross indicates with his hand two women in the front row of a portly size.
CROSS RECOBA: I haven't seen heifers this size anywhere else in the world.
The boo's come in even louder, and Cross chuckles a bit before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
CROSS RECOBA: You people just don't get it, do you? Hell, I bet you're the type of idiots that cheer for people like The BombTrax, Johnny Raike, and that idiot Muru.
At the mention of those names, the PAW Universe comes alive with cheers, while Recoba shakes his head in disgust.
CROSS RECOBA: You people make me sick. It's no wonder this state is in the shape it's in. While the rest of the world has moved on with it's progression, Texans have managed to hold onto every stereotypical norm in the book, not excluding Racism, Religious Bigotry, and Social Intolerance. You're all nothing but a bunch of backwater hicks who can't fight their way out of the stone age, and mired in your own ignorance. Well, here's something that even you idiots can understand. In that case is $50,000 to the man who can knock Press off the mountain! I thought last week that Stevie Harris was going to do it, but once again he fell short of the mark, and now, if the rumors are true, CJ O'Donnell is finally going to get his shot at the 'so called' Champion.
The fans boo at Cross Recoba's obvious disrespect for them, and the fan favorite champion.
CROSS RECOBA: Now, CJ, I don't know your motivations. I don't whether you're doing this for money, for championships, or just the pure spirit of competition. To tell you the truth, I don't really care. Either way, if you can do what no one else has done, and take that son of a bitches championship, then you, my friend, will be $50,000 richer!
Cross runs his fingers through his hair, almost as if the gesture would somehow erase the animosity that even talking about this subject created. He calmly smiled, and lifted the mic to speak once more.
CROSS RECOBA: Enough about that. Let's get to the reason we're here. Several weeks ago Luke Knux was faced with a reality check. Put up or shut up, so to speak. PAW threw him in a match where he had to save his job, and not only did he come out on top, he went on to have a string of wins that proved why he's supposed to be here. No one was certain when that streak would end, not even me, until Jack Nomad showed up on the scene. After that bitter loss, Luke didn't just walk away from a streak, but he left the match with a broken nose. Watching all this unfold over the past month or so, I have to wonder what's in store for the Rock Star now, and that's exactly what I intend to find out. So welcome to the ring at this time, The Rock God himself, LUKE KNUX!
Slash ft. Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators 'World On Fire' hits the sound system and the lights go down. Smoke begins filling the stage as we hear the opening of the song. A few riffs of a guitar, then when the drums hit and lyrics kick in, Luke Knux comes out from the back in his usual attire. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he walks from one end of the stage to the other, staring down the crowd before returning to the middle, and then raising the metal horns above his head. He puts them down, and gives a wave of his hand, and the rest of the Scumbag Society appears, causing a burst of excitement from the raucous crowd. The Rock Star gives a confident nod over his shoulder, and then begins leading the band down the rampway. When Knux reaches ringside, he takes the last hit off the cigarette and then tosses it on the ground and stomps it out, before he slides under the bottom rope. He pops up to his feet, and begins leaning over the ropes with his hands turned up like devil horns before he points to his head, fingers like a gun, and fires. He walks backwards and spins around, allowing the Scumbag Society to catch him as he falls back. They hoist him forwards onto his feet, and he grins out at the crowd, before reaching into his vest for another cigarette. He cups his hand in front of his mouth to light it with his custom lighter, and then eyes Cross Recoba from across the ring.
CROSS RECOBA: Mr. Knux, welcome to The Box Office.
Knux lets out a ball of smoke before sucking it back in and letting it out with a sigh.
LUKE KNUX: Nice set-up here bro. Let's see if your interviewing skills are as good as your ring designing.
CROSS RECOBA: So glad you like it. That means alot coming from a man of your tastes.
Recoba rolls his eyes before continuing.
CROSS RECOBA: Why don't we get down to business. That nose of yours isn't looking to good. Got anything to say about how Jack Nomad took you from pillar to post last show?
Knux takes a hit as he shakes his head.
LUKE KNUX: First off, did you even watch the match? I beat the piss out of Jackie Boy! I almost had him, but then the fucker had to beat my face in. So the rumors keep going around about the nose. Yes, I broke my nose. He got me in the bridge of the nose like thirty damn times! I had to cancel my photo shoot with Rolling Stones magazine and now I have to worry about competing! Jack should be in handcuffs with what he did to me! I'm a GOD for fucks sake!
CROSS RECOBA: Be that as may, last I checked, you're only as good as your last match. That being said, you were on a high note, as it were, that is, til you ran into Jack. That has to sting a little.
LUKE KNUX: He had a lucky week. It's that simple man. Coming in as a new guy he caught me unexpectedly. I can't prepare for someone I've never seen in action.
CROSS RECOBA: Alright, I'll give you that, but I think the question on every bodies mind is, what are you going to do about it?
LUKE KNUX: Well I've been working on something special just for Jackie Boy. And I think you all would love to hear it!
CROSS RECOBA: Oh! That's right. There's to be a song. I prefer classical, but these cretins paid their last shillings just to see this, so take it away, I guess.
The Scumbag Society take their places as Luke smirks, blows out a plume of smoke, and then tosses the butt out at ring side. He grabs his own guitar, and throws the strap over his head, pulling it into position. Cross Recoba, his job done, makes his exit from the ring while Knux steps up to the mic that's center stage. He grins out at the crowd who are already on their feet, screaming out for the Rock God.
LUKE KNUX: How the fuck ya'll doing tonight?
The fans go ballistic, and Luke winks at some ladies in the front row before running his fingers down the neck of his guitar eliciting a screaming sound.
LUKE KNUX: So this one goes out to all those people in the crowd who have ever known what it's like to have to put up with a bitch in their life, and then, on one specific occasion, you end up having to put that bitch in her place.
At that line, the crowd grows even louder, and Luke leads the band by hitting the hard opening chords to something that's somewhere between rock and metal. The drummer keeps time perfectly as the intro cuts into the main theme of the song, which has a quick hard tempo. Luke leans into the microphone, and starts laying out the first stanza.
You say you're hardcore,
But that shits a bore,
You produce a snorefest in here.
You came in with a bang,
Beat me in the rang,
And celebrated with a cold beer.
But I'll tell you this bro,
Take you and your ho,
And get the fuck out of my Park!
Much the same as before, but this time with a squelch.
Cuz I warn you my friend,
I got your future ahead,
And its stained with blood and my mark!
Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Right In Your ASSS!
You Came In Here, Tried To Embarrass Me, and I Can't Give That A PASSS!
So Next Time We Meet, We'll Take It To The Streets, and I'll Make You Run Out of GASS!
Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Right In Your ASSS!
Luke rams down on the chords, backing up from the mic, and leading right into an epic guitar solo. The rest of the band keeps up the original temp of the song as Luke continues to thrash on the guitar til no tomorrow. Lighters and Camera flashes go off in the crowd in unison, as Luke finally reaches the end of the solo, and launches back into the original fast paced section of the second stanza.
So you broke my nose,
Cause your jealous of me bro,
It's alright, that I can forgive.
Three quick strikes, and he launches forwards.
But then you go on to pose,
acting like we're super hero foes,
and that's something you can't outlive.
Squelch and guitar scream through the amps.
Cuz when I'm done with you,
You'll be crying in your booze,
Wishing that you had stayed clear.
Luke hits his pedals so that the rhythm keeps going, so that he can free his hands up to shoot the camera double birds.
And I'll be out at another gig,
Cranking out my tunes,
while you're hunkered down in fear!
The guitar seems to take on a mind of it's own as Luke thrashes away at it, and then leads the rest of the band right back into the furious chorus.
Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Right In Your ASSS!
You Came In Here, Tried To Embarrass Me, and I Can't Give That A PASSS!
So Next Time We Meet, We'll Take It To The Streets, and I'll Make You Run Out of GASS!
Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Jack Nomad, Fuck You Right In Your ASSS!
The Lead Guitarist, Luke, and the Bassist along with the drummer do five threads at once, and on the fifth they hold the notes for an incredible 34 seconds.
Bamp. Bamp. Bamp. Bamp. Bampppppppppppppppp!
LUKE KNUX: If you're confused about the message, Jacky Boy, let me say it one more time. FUCK YOU!
The crowd goes nut as the amplifiers continue to hum from the last note played, and a small pyro display fires off overhead. Luke hands his guitar off to a roadie, seemingly quite pleased with himself as he and the Scumbag Society celebrate in the ring. The fans continue to cheer as the rest of the Society make their exit, leaving Luke to hop up on the second turnbuckle and bask in the glory of the crowds adulation. The camera zooms in on the Rock God, as he grins out at the crowd, calling for women to toss him their bras. The scene quickly cuts to backstage.
Panning to the back the cameras caught up with "The Martyr." himself. Calvin was carrying a rather large ladder over his shoulder. There was an intense look in his eyes. An intense look of determination, pride, and arrogance. He spoke coldly to the cameras in front of him.
CALVIN HARRIS: I warned you last time. I warned you not to waste my time. Not to overlook me. Not to ignore me. Not to deprive me of what I have earned. I warned you not to screw me over to which every last bit of it fell upon deaf ears.
There was a slight shake in his head. Not that it would be that much of a surprise. Calvin had proven to be someone that was simply never happy. He was always bitter about something.
CALVIN HARRIS: I don't deserve second place and that's exactly the spot you put me in. You ignored my right as the number one contender. You ignored my right to put in the ring with Press for the PAW Championship. Only for you to think that competing for the Titan of the Midway Championship was going to satisfy me. Thinking that it was going to please me. Thinking it was going to shut me up. Of course that's where you're wrong. You're dead wrong.
Each step that he made he dragged that ladder behind him. As the intense look in his eye seemed to only intensify.
CALVIN HARRIS: That's alright though. I now know what I have to do. As much as I don't deserve second place and as much as I don't want to be a step blow. I'll take it for now... only because of what that means I get to do tonight. Tonight, I have been presented with the opportunity to make word on my promise on what would happen if you ignored me. Tonight, I am presented with the opportunity to put Johnny Raike in his place. Tonight, I am presented with the opportunity to hurt you real... real... real bad Raike.
Those words prompt Calvin to just stop. Leaning the ladder against himself as he did. As much as people didn't want to hear from him any longer. It was becoming a little obvious that there was a lot that needed to be said. A lot that had to come off his chest and he was going to make sure it was heard.
CALVIN HARRIS: It amuses me so much that have had so much to say about me. You want to call me a whiner. You want to say I complain too much. You want to get all butt-hurt because I told the world the last time we met that I didn't know who the hell you were. It was legitimate. I didn't know who you were. I still don't know who you are. I know what you're telling people but that doesn't mean shit. And on top of that Raike, I don't really give a shit to know who you are. Because as far as I'm concerned. You're always going to be blow me. You've never been to the places I've been, competed against the names I've competed against, or been done the things I've done. Simply put Raike as much as this might piss you off. You're just a really small fish in a really in the ocean of professional wrestling.
A small grin crossed his lips for the slightest moment. Almost like he truly enjoyed insulting Raike.
CALVIN HARRIS: After you told all the worthless people why you don't like me. Expecting it to get you a little cheer. A little pop. A little bit of recognition. But then you had to cross the line and you had the balls to imply that you were better than me...
Almost instantly he could be seen grinding his teeth. He shut his eyes and cocked his neck to the side a bit. Leaving the impression that that was something that just got under his skin like no tomorrow. Letting out a short breath with force behind it. His eyes opened again to reveal that same intense look.
CALVIN HARRIS: I don't know how you can sleep at night thinking that. For one, you've never proven that. The first time we were in that ring with each other. You were so threatened by me. Alex Cross was so threatened by me. That the two of you jumped me out that night we faced off to crown the first ever Titan of the Midway Championship. You double teamed me. You did everything you could as a team effort to screw me out of winning. That didn't prove that you were better than me. All it proved is you were soft ass baby back bitch!
Anytime a grown man called another grown man a bitch in any form. That's when it became crystal clear there was no respect between them. That is when it became clear that there was nothing to change that person's opinions and the only way for there to be any kind of solution was for there to be a fight. A fight that was indeed looming around the corner.
CALVIN HARRIS: And for two, you have no ground to stand on to say you're better than me. Not when you've clearly got the machine behind you. Lady Munin is walking around here with a lady boner for you. Why? I don't know. I don't get it. You aren't anything special, but I've seen how this has worked. Far too many times in wrestling to be honest. Once the person in charge gets a hard on, once they start stroking said hard on because of someone, and once they start to ejaculate to someone they are just blown away with. There's no getting them to go back from there. Munin is behind you. She's got the machine behind you. She's going to push you to the fucking moon and back if she can. Only problem is... I've been in enough shady promotions. There's not a chance in hell I am letting her screw me like the others have and there's not a chance on God's green earth I am going to allow you to be better than me Raike. That's just not in the cards.
The Martyr did nothing more than shake his head from side to side with that remark. Course, many people were going to peg him for being someone that was starting rumors. Or might have even pegged him for someone that was implying that there was favoritism that went on. That is something that could cause a whole bunch of issues. Issues that he didn't seem to care about. Calvin would call it the way he saw it. Didn't matter if there was actual truth to it or not.
CALVIN HARRIS: It's a guarantee that I am going to do what I have to do out there. I'm a man that's got got no problem going to the extreme when it's called for. I've got no problem being hardcore when the time is right. I've got no problem throwing you off a fifteen foot ladder just to see you crash and burn. Let these words ring through that hallow head of yours. It does not matter what you want. It does not even matter what Lady Munin wants. It damn sure don't matter what any of these idiots in the crowd want. All that matters is what I want and therefore I will have it. Kiss that silver goodbye because it's leaving me at the end of the night!
Not another word to be said Calvin snatched that ladder right back up and proceeded to start walking again. He walked right on past the camera crew and continued his way down the hall. This left everyone to wonder what was going to happen at the end of the night. There were those that could talk about it and there was those that could be about it. Question was which one would Calvin be?!
Grudge Match
Tag Match
#I'mWithStevie (Lola and Harris) versus The BombTrax (Press & Youth)
PERCY: Calvin Harris with some pretty bold words there. We'll find out later tonight if he can back those up in the Titans of the Midway Championship match against Johnny Raike.
CAT: But now is the time, and I want everyone to know that I'm With Stevie!
PERCY: What's with you color commentators? Every single one of you have been Stevie Harris supporters.
CAT: It's cause we know a winner when we see one.
PERCY: Well we'll just have to see about that, as The BombTrax are one of the most dominant teams here in PAW.
CAT: Whatever, Percy. Rhonda's in the ring, and this thing's about to go down!
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown, Press strides out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd. When the first lines bellow out, Youth appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spins a few times reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making their way down to the ring, weighting in at a combined weight of 556 pounds, they are PAW Heavyweight Champion Press, and Flaming Youth....THE BOMBTRAX!!
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner, waiting for their opponents to appear.
CAT: But now is the time, and I want everyone to know that I'm With Stevie!
PERCY: What's with you color commentators? Every single one of you have been Stevie Harris supporters.
CAT: It's cause we know a winner when we see one.
PERCY: Well we'll just have to see about that, as The BombTrax are one of the most dominant teams here in PAW.
CAT: Whatever, Percy. Rhonda's in the ring, and this thing's about to go down!
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown, Press strides out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd. When the first lines bellow out, Youth appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spins a few times reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making their way down to the ring, weighting in at a combined weight of 556 pounds, they are PAW Heavyweight Champion Press, and Flaming Youth....THE BOMBTRAX!!
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner, waiting for their opponents to appear.
PERCY: Fun fact, this is the first tag team match in PAW history to not feature the Lost Boyz!
The Riverbed by Gallows blasts out over the speakers. The beat really begins to kick in when Stevie Harris steps through, a scornful grin on his face as he looks out at the crowd. Stevie slowly makes his way down to the ring, eyeing back up the ramp repeatedly. Rhonda, uncertain of what to call...opts to simply step out of the ring, foreseeing trouble.
CAT: Where’s Lola?
PERCY: Good question.
PERCY: Good question.
Stevie looks up the ramp and shrugs. Lola is nowhere to be found and The-Ref is quickly urging the competitors on. Press stands in his corner, stretching his shoulders in preparation. Harris looks over to Press and urges his foe on, demanding the fight start.
PERCY: Not sure what’s going on here but Lola is nowhere to be found and Stevie’s acting like it’s… oh geez I bet this is part of some hideous scheme.
CAT: Scheme’s? It’s called strategy, duh!
Press wants to wait for Lola to show up but The-Ref calls for the bell and the match is officially on the way. Stevie rushes in and he and Press start throwing wild punches that are barely hitting their mark. Harris lands a knee to the champions gut and runs to the ropes, returning with an attempted boot that Press easily avoids, extending an arm out to Flaming Youth who tags himself in, leaping up and springboarding off the top rope to catch Stevie with a leg lariat as the madman came running back. Press looks around at the crowd as he gets to the apron, a mixed bunch of PAW fanatics and #ImWithStevie fanatics. Back in the ring, Youth has Stevie by a handful of his head and runs the man into the turnbuckle corner. As Stevie stumbles back, he’s lined up for an enziguri that sends him stumbling forward back into the turnbuckle.
PERCY: Good strategy being shown by Stevie. Show up against one of the most dangerous tag teams in wrestling and take them on by yourself.
CAT: Hey, he has a plan. I guarantee it!
CAT: Hey, he has a plan. I guarantee it!
Flaming Youth tags his partner in and the Florida native comes in to find Youth holding Stevie up and runs in, delivering the Sudden Stop! Harris falls backwards, nearly somersaulting in the process from the sheer force. Press drops down to cover him.
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PERCY: One, Two, Kickout at three by Stevie Harris. The fans here are going nuts as Stevie’s getting his ass kicked. You gotta think the championship tournament, the matches for the PAW championship, they’ve taken their toll on the challenger. Now his partner is nowhere to be found.
Harris tries to crawl towards the ropes, his face busted open already from the Sudden Stop. Press drags him back closer to the centre of the ring and stomps on the back of his head once before walking over to tag Youth in. The duo take the time to bust out an old tag team move out of their recipe book, with Press picking Stevie up for a backbreaker as Youth jumps on the middle rope, springboarding off with a leg drop in perfect synch. The-Ref starts to threaten disqualifying the duo as Press casually exits the ring.
PERCY: I’m glad one of these ref’s has a clue of what’s fair. A-Ref probably would have let that go on.
Youth tries dragging Stevie back up again but Harris is wonky on his feet, so the highflyer lets him fall. Up the top of the ramp we see Lola burst through the curtain, shoving one foot through her left boot. She runs as fast as she can to her leader, diving in and under the bottom rope to find Youth waiting with a clothesline. It’s ducked and Lola keeps running in Press’ direction, aiming a sliding dropkick to his legs that knock the heavyweight champion stumbling. The-Ref watches on as Youth grabs Lola from behind and whips her across the ring. She hits the ropes and comes back fast, leap frogging over whatever Youth had in mind. She tries for a quick Pele kick but it’s off the mark and misses Flaming Youth by a close margin. The-Ref takes his eyes off the in-ring action to check on Press and misses seeing Stevie roll behind Youth and catch him with a low blow. Lola follows it up quickly with a low blow of her own. Ref turns just in time to see Youth falling to the ground and starts pushing Lola to her corner
Stevie struggles to take control, both of the match and his body. He drags himself up against the ropes and watches on as Youth is rolling to his feet as well, then runs in with all his effort and unleashes a boot to the smaller man’s body. Press is back up on the apron and tries to climb in but The-Ref stops him. Harris tags out to Lola and tries to hang onto the ropes as she comes in with speed and delivers a sliding dropkick. The fierce vixen straddles Youth and takes a hold of his hair, slamming his head up and down into the canvas. Press tries to get in once more and The-Ref rushes to block him, determined on calling this match down the line.
She gets off him and drags him over towards Stevie’s corner, extending an arm out which he slaps. Harris glares at Lola when she tries to do a double team move, shoving her out of the ring.
PERCY: I guess she’s out of the circle of trust. Youth with the roll up out of nowhere
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Lola leaps in and breaks it up. Press comes barging into the ring and The-Ref tries to maintain order but he’s tossed aside by the big man. He runs at Lola and tries for the Sudden Stop but she’s quick enough to duck under. He turns to meet a kick to the midsection but Lola can’t follow up on it because Youth shoves her into Press who grabs her by the throat. She’s raised up high but wraps her legs around Press’ neck to try and stop him. It almost works but instead he switches his hold up and has her perfect for the Press Release Powerbomb. Stevie rolls up slowly and sees Lola laid out. He tries to attack Press as he’s getting up but the Slow Burn superkick by Flaming Youth catches him from out of nowhere!
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PERCY: Well that's all there is folks! The BombTrax have put the nail in the coffin of Stevie Harris and Lola!
CAT: I can't believe this! I was sure this would be it.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here are your winners by pinfall, The BombTrax!
Press and Youth raises their fists in victory, stepping over the bodies of Lola and Stevie. Press looks down at Stevie one last time, and with a shake of his head, steps through the ropes to make his way back up the ramp. The fans cheer their celebration exit, as the scene fades to backstage.
PERCY: Well that's all there is folks! The BombTrax have put the nail in the coffin of Stevie Harris and Lola!
CAT: I can't believe this! I was sure this would be it.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here are your winners by pinfall, The BombTrax!
Press and Youth raises their fists in victory, stepping over the bodies of Lola and Stevie. Press looks down at Stevie one last time, and with a shake of his head, steps through the ropes to make his way back up the ramp. The fans cheer their celebration exit, as the scene fades to backstage.
Luke heads through the Gorilla position, his entourage hanging back as he takes the lead. That was his mistake. Suddenly a man lunges out at him so quickly that it takes us a few seconds to realize it's Jack Nomad! A hard thrusting knee shot to the gut doubles Luke over, followed by a flurry of slicing elbow shots and forearm blows to Knux's face. The nose is rebroken in a heartbeat, blood flowing down his face.
Luke tries to fight back with a few fast jabs, but they don't stop Jack in the slightest. Jack grabs him and hurls his entire body into a brick wall. Hitting head first, Luke crumples in a heap with his bloodied face sliding down the wall and leaving streaks. Luke's entourage bursts through the curtains just as Jack disappears off camera and out of sight. One of his groupies shouts out...
GROUPIE 1: OH MY GOD! GET HELP! KNUXY IS HURT!!!!
The group gathers around him, trying to revive his unconscious body.
{Main Event}
Ladder Match
-Titans of the Midway Championship-
Calvin Harris versus Johnny Raike(c)
PERCY: Jesus! Jack Nomad just nailed Luke Knux again, and it looks like that nose has received further injury! That could knock him out of competition for awhile.
CAT: Those are the breaks from being a Rock God, I guess. He came out and sang his heart out about what he thinks of Jack Nomad, and I guess that was Nomad's rebuttal. Who knew he'd be such a hardcore music critic.
PERCY: Well, if we get any further updates on Luke's condition we'll let you know, but right now we have a Championship Title defense to call, and Rhonda's already in the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING, and is a Ladder Match for the TITANS OF THE MIDWAY CHAMPIONSHIP!
The fans are sitting on the edge of their seats after witnessing the brutal attack on Knuxy when Bullet For My Valentine's "Your Betrayal" begins to hit the arena's speakers. The guitar riff kicks it all off, and the fans immediately begin to shower the stage with boos before the superstar ever even appears. After a few seconds, the curtain is pulled back, and "The Martyr of Pro Wrestling" Calvin Harris appears. He doesn't stop to do his usual theatrics at the top of the stage, but rather takes off in a sprint towards ringside. He grabs a ladder that is already set up in front of the ring, and throws it inside before sliding in after it. Rhonda Armstrong wisely bails out of the ring, while Cavlin sets the ladder up in the center, and quickly charges up it.
CAT: Those are the breaks from being a Rock God, I guess. He came out and sang his heart out about what he thinks of Jack Nomad, and I guess that was Nomad's rebuttal. Who knew he'd be such a hardcore music critic.
PERCY: Well, if we get any further updates on Luke's condition we'll let you know, but right now we have a Championship Title defense to call, and Rhonda's already in the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING, and is a Ladder Match for the TITANS OF THE MIDWAY CHAMPIONSHIP!
The fans are sitting on the edge of their seats after witnessing the brutal attack on Knuxy when Bullet For My Valentine's "Your Betrayal" begins to hit the arena's speakers. The guitar riff kicks it all off, and the fans immediately begin to shower the stage with boos before the superstar ever even appears. After a few seconds, the curtain is pulled back, and "The Martyr of Pro Wrestling" Calvin Harris appears. He doesn't stop to do his usual theatrics at the top of the stage, but rather takes off in a sprint towards ringside. He grabs a ladder that is already set up in front of the ring, and throws it inside before sliding in after it. Rhonda Armstrong wisely bails out of the ring, while Cavlin sets the ladder up in the center, and quickly charges up it.
PERCY: Can he do this? Can he win before his opponent even shows up?
CAT: He's gonna try.
He reaches for the title but just misses it as Johnny Raike comes charging down the aisle and sliding into the ring head first, stopping just short of the ladder. He quickly runs up the ladder, catching Calvin off guard with a hard right to the midsection, doubling him over.
PERCY: Johnny just saved his title, and A-Ref is calling for the bell!
Johnny slams Calvin's face off the top rung of the ladder causing him to lose his balance, struggling to keep himself up. With a smile Johnny leaps into the air clearing the top of the ladder and drop kicks Calvin off, sending both crashing to the mat.
PERCY: Wow! This things been live for all of 30 seconds, and there's already been a spill off the ladder!
Johnny is the first to his feet, using the ladder to get himself up. Calvin grabs hold of the ropes, and pulls himself up, both men looking at one another from across the ring. Johnny charges Calvin and closelines him, sending both of them out of the ring over the top rope.
CAT: They're right in front of us!
Johnny gets to his feet, and pulls Calvin up throwing him hard into the ring, his back slamming against the edge. He grabs him and shoots him across the outside into the nearby railing in front of the fans who reach out to touch Calvin as he slouches against the rail. Johnny charges in, but Calvin bends over and sends him into the crowd with a back body drop.
PERCY: I guess we’re going into the crowd now.
CAT: Calvin needs to take this chance to climb that ladder.
Calvin turns around and hops over the guardrail, grabbing Johnny by his head, and leading him towards the concession area, slamming his face into a nearby wall. He turns and throws him hard into a pile of chairs, sending them flying upon impact. Calvin picks Johnny up, who grabs one of the chairs he just landed in, and cracks Harris over the head with it, causing him to stumble backwards. Johnny stumbles forward, and swings hard at Calvin, connecting in the face with the chair, knocking him down to the ground in a heap.
PERCY: Johnny back on the offensive.
Johnny leaps into the air, and places the chair underneath him before landing across the chest of Calvin with a senton, driving the chair into his chest. Johnny drops the chair, and holds onto his back in pain as he rolls beside him.
CAT: Talk about brilliant. Hurt yourself trying to hurt your opponent.
Both men roll onto their stomachs and struggle to their feet. Johnny charges in to spear Calvin who catches him, and drops him with a DDT on the hard floor leaving both men laid out on the floor. Calvin gets to his feet first, and stumbles back towards the ring, shoving fans out of the way before falling over the guardrail back to ringside.
CAT: Calvin's about to make a play for the title. Come on Calvin!
Calvin rolls into the ring and gets to his feet before slowly climbing up the ladder. Johnny gets to his feet, and sees Calvin halfway up the ladder, and rushes towards the ring hopping over the guardrail. He slides into the ring, and climbs up behind Cavin who reaches for the title, just barely touching it with his hand. Johnny climbs up behind Calvin, and locks him in a sleeperhold before falling off the ladder, still holding on to Calvin, driving him into the mat back first.
PERCY: What impact!
Johnny gets to his feet, and grabs Calvin shoving him into the ropes. He rebounds off as Johnny charges in with a boot to the face, but Calvin ducks underneath. Johnny turns around only to be closelined over the top to the outside, landing on the ramp. Calvin turns around and grabs the ladder, dragging it towards the edge of the ring, and leans it against the top rope. He runs back, hits the ropes, rebounds off, and runs up the ladder, launching himself off the end onto Johnny with a plancha.
CROWD: PAW! PAW! PAW!
CAT: Holy Shit!
PERCY: The crowd is loving this.
Both men lie on the ground as A-Ref checks on them. Calvin is the first to his feet as he rolls onto his stomach, and pulls himself up using the apron. He rolls into the ring, and drags the ladder away from the ropes, setting it back up in the center. He starts to climb back towards the top at a slow pace.
PERCY: Johnny still isn’t moving.
CAT: That title belongs to Calvin if he can get up that ladder.
He slowly makes his way up the ladder, making it just a few rungs from the top, when Johnny slides in and grabs his leg. Calvin tries to shake himself loose, but Johnny holds on, climbing up behind him, and grabs him around the waist.
PERCY: This might not be good.
Johnny tries to climb over Calvin, but Harris rears back and head butts him in the face with the back of his head. He starts to fall, but he holds on to Calvin, which inadvertently keeps him on the ladder. Johnny plants his feet on the ladder and pulls back, lifting Calvin up, and falling off the ladder with a German Suplex.
PERCY: He could have killed him!
Both men lie motionless for what seems like forever, until Johnny finally rolls over and shoves Calvin out of the ring to the outside. He drags himself to his feet using the ladder, and holds on to it before looking up and shaking his head. He slowly makes his way up the ladder one rung at a time, but he only gets halfway up before Calvin slides back into the ring and grabs the ladder, shoving it over. Johnny lands on his feet, and charges in with a closeline that puts them both on the mat.
CAT: Johnny still with some life in him.
He pulls Calvin to his feet, and shoots him into the corner, charging in with a shoulder block to the midsection. Calvin stumbles out, and Johnny kicks him in the midsection before driving him into the mat with a DDT.
PERCY: He planted him hard with that one.
Johnny gets back to his feet and rolls out of the ring before yanking back the apron and fishing underneath. He climbs underneath and grabs a table, pulling it out ,and sliding it into the ring before going back under and grabbing another, and sliding it in as well.
PERCY: That’s a lot of lumber.
CAT: No shit. He’s got bad intentions written all over his face.
Johnny slides in and grabs one of the tables, setting it up underneath the ladder. He pulls Calvin to his feet and kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over. He grabs him in a front facelock, and hoists him up, placing him face down on the table. Johnny moves the ladder back a few feet before climbing up it backwards. He gets halfway up, and looks down on Calvin with a smile before leaping off. Calvin rolls off the table at the last second, causing Johnny to crash through the table.
CAT: Down goes the champ!
PERCY: He just destroyed that table.
Calvin pulls himself up, and slowly walks to the ladder, moving it back to the center, and starts his climb. He slowly reaches the top of the ladder, stopping to reach for the title, coming up just short, his fingers dragging across the plate.
PERCY: He’s so close.
He takes another step, and gets his hand on the belt, but before he can pull it down, Johnny manages to climb out of the rubble and lift up the ladder, sending Calvin flying out of the ring.
PERCY: Move!
CAT: Incoming!!
Percy and Cat dive in opposite directions as Calvin Harris crashes through the announce table, causing it to explode upon impact. Johnny lies on the mat trying to catch his breath as officials run over and check on Calvin, who is motionless.
PERCY: Can you still hear me?
CAT: What?
PERCY: Can you hear me?
CAT: What?
PERCY: Is this thing still on?
CAT: What?
Johnny grabs the bottom rope and starts to stir, dragging himself up to his knees.
PERCY: Johnny is starting to get up. He can win this if he can just climb that ladder.
CAT: What?
Johnny leans against the ropes and looks out at the carnage as Calvin still hasn’t moved.
PERCY: Stop stalling and climb that ladder.
CAT: What?
PERCY: Can you really not hear me?
CAT: Of course I can, I’m just messing with you.
Johnny grabs the ladder, and sets it up in the center of the ring as officials continue to check on Calvin who hasn’t moved an inch. Rung by rung, Johnny makes his climb, stopping to grab his back, the pain still getting to him from the table.
CAT: Oh dear God, just climb the ladder already! Why does everyone have to go so slow?
PERCY: Calvin is starting to stir!
Johnny looks back and sees Calvin pulling himself out of the wreckage against the advice of the officials checking on him. Johnny turns and starts to climb again as Calvin rolls into the ring. He grabs the bottom rung and shakes it, stopping Johnny’s climb.
PERCY: They’re going to have to kill one another.
CAT: I’d pay to see that.
Johnny turns around and leaps off with a double axe handle to the head of Calvin, dropping him back down to the mat. Johnny pulls Calvin to his feet, and hurls him into the ladder face first, knocking it over. Harris recoils into a turn to face Raike once more, and walks right into a superkick that floors him.
PERCY: Hard kick to the face!
CAT: He’ll be tasting that one for awhile.
Johnny pulls Calvin to his feet, and kicks him hard in the right side, followed by a swift kick to the left side that drops him to one knee holding his midsection. He takes a step back before swinging in and dropping him with an ace crusher.
PERCY: Calvin’s down. This could be his opening.
Johnny walks over and grabs the ladder off the ground, and opens it up, setting it back in the center of the ring. He looks back at Calvin who is starting to stir. He walks over to the other table, and sets it up nearby before walking over to Calvin, and hoisting him up to his feet. He rolls him onto the table and climbs up after him before picking him back up, and applying a standing headscissor.
CAT: Johnny with a little table action. That last one bit him in the ass.
He goes to lift him up, but Calvin pulls his head out and knees Johnny in the midsection, doubling him over. He grabs him in a front facelock, and lifts him up before driving him head first into the table, shattering it upon impact with a brainbuster DDT.
PERCY: Johnny having no luck with those tables!
Both men lie in the wreckage, but Calvin stirs first, throwing pieces of table out of the way as he slowly gets to his feet. He shoves the ladder away as he pulls Johnny to his feet before running towards the ladder and springboarding off for a high angle springboard tornado DDT, driving him hard into the mat.
CAT: The ball is now in Calvins court.
Calvin can feel the moment in his favor as he mounts Johnny and reigns down hard rights to his face, busting him wide open in the process. Leaving him splayed out on the mat, Calvin slides out of the ring and grabs another table, throwing it into the ring followed by a chair, another ladder, and another table, before sliding back inside. Calvin grabs the chair and waits for Johnny to get to his feet, and blasts him hard in the face with the chair, knocking him into the corner. He turns the chair on its end, and drives it into his midsection, doubling him over, before bringing it down across his back, dropping him to the mat.
PERCY: He’s lethal with that chair.
CAT: As Denzel would say, 'he’s surgical with that bitch!'
PERCY: Training Day? Really?
Calvin walks over and sets the table up before going back and grabbing the chair again, slamming it across Johnny’s back once more. He throws the bent chair out of the ring, and sets the ladder back up in the center before grabbing the other ladder, and setting it up a few feet away. He grabs the loose table, and drags it up the ladder with him, before lifting it up and placing it on the top of the two ladders.
PERCY: What does he have in mind?
Calvin is halfway up the ladder when Johnny starts to stir, and heads up the opposite ladder trying to beat him. Calvin tries to climb quicker, making it all the way to the top just as Johnny reaches the top of the other ladder.
PERCY: All either man has to do is reach up and grab it, and they’re champion!
CAT: Is it that obvious?
Both men stand on the table and walk towards the center slowly. Johnny reaches for the title first, but Calvin punches him in the midsection stopping him. Calvin locks in a standing headscissor before lifting Johnny up.
PERCY: He’s not.
CAT: He is.
He leaps off with Johnny, and drives him through the table with a package piledriver.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! ART OF BETRAYAL OFF THE LADDERS!
CROWD: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
CAT: I agree with crowd. Holy shit!
Both men are motionless in the debris as the referee throws table scraps out of the ring, trying to get to the two men. Calvin is still on top of Johnny, who looks to be unconscious from the move, but Calvin lies still, not sure where he is.
PERCY: I think Calvin struck his head on that table on his way down.
CAT: Yeah, he doesn’t seem to know where he is.
Calvin slowly crawls towards one of the ladders, using it as a partial crutch to get up to his feet. He stumbles to the center of the ring, kicking debris from the outrageous landing after his finisher out of the way. He gingerly sets up the ladder, and grabs hold of a high rung, and slowly begins to make his ascent.
PERCY: I think Calvin Harris has this thing.
CAT: I think you're right.
Just as Calvin's hand reaches up to touch the top of the ladder, the unthinkable happens. Johnny Raike begins to stir. He rolls over onto his stomach, pushes up to his elbows, and belly crawls over to the other side of the ladder, using the rungs to pull himself up to his knees. Johnny looks up, and see's how close Calvin is to the title, and with unbelievable will and determination pulls himself up to his feet, and onto the first rung of the ladder. Calvin paws at the title, teetering, his own injuries severely crippling his progress. Once he steadies himself, he notices Raike for the first time, making his way up the other side of the ladder at a slugs pace.
PERCY: I can't believe this! Johnny Raike should be dead, but he's mustering up the last bit of gas in the tank to try and prevent Calvin Harris from taking his title! What a Champion!
CAT: There's no denying that Raike is tough. Hell, that's the reason he is the champion!
Calvin shakes his head in despair, and steps one rung up to where his knee's are now pressing against the very top rung. Just as he's about to make a reach for the belt, Johnny Raike makes a grab for Calvin's waist. Harris grabs the belt, Johnny grabs hold of Calvin's midsection, and the Ladder dumps out from under both men in the process.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! The ladder just got knocked out from under both men, and they are dangling in the air above the ring! But it's Calvin Harris who has the belt!
CAT: Johnny's trying to climb up Harris, and Calvin's trying to dislodge Johnny with everything that he has.
Calvin relaxes a bit, allowing Johnny to get a better hold on the man, but in turn, giving Calvin a chance to take a chance, and reach up with his hand and unfasten the belt. Both competitors come crashing down to the mat and onto the wreckage that they had created throughout this match. Johnny Raike lay over in a heap by the destroyed table, while Calvin Harris lay across a piece of twisted ladder. Neither man is moving when the bell rings.
PERCY: He did it!
CAT: To be honest, I wouldn't have seen it going this way, but he's proven us all wrong here tonight.
Road Crew begin pulling mutilated ladders and pieces of table out of the ring as EMT crews come rushing down to check on the two gladiators. Rhonda steps forward, and brings the mic to her lips.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match.....AND NEW TITANS OF THE MIDWAY CHAMPION....CALVIN HARRIS!!
The camera pans around the ring to get a good view, and there it is, still in Calvin Harris' clutches, the Titans of the Midway Championship. He shoves the EMT's off of him, eyes closed, soaking in the moment as the crowd boos the results. He slides over to the ropes, and pulls himself up, looking over to where Johnny Raike is being slid to the edge of the ring to be loaded onto a cart. He smirks, tilting his gaze to the crowd, and lifts the belt over his head while wincing from the pain. The fans erupt in a chorus of boos, and he nods his head, the smile growing bigger.
PERCY: Both of these men put their bodies on the line in this contest, but love him or hate him, Calvin Harris pulled out the victory.
CAT: I have to agree. In my mind this has to be one of the toughest matches we've seen to date in PAW.
When Johnny Raike reaches the gurney, he shakes his head no, and EMT's help him up into a seated position on the apron. He shoves off, leaning against a medic until he feels he can go it alone, and then he begins up the ramp towards the back. The fans give him a standing ovation, and he turns, putting his hands on his hips, staring longingly back at the ring, where Calvin Harris continues his celebration on equally shaky legs. Raike sighs heavily, and continues his trek to the back as the fans reach out to touch the Most Liberated Man in Wrestling.
The ring has been mostly cleared of the wreckage, and Calvin Harris drops to his knees in the center, cradling the championship in his arms. He's beaming, despite the crowds disdain for him, and he pulls the title up to his lips to kiss it on the face plate. He then pushes back up to his feet, and takes the second turnbuckle, thrusting the title up over his head with both hands, and screaming out at the fans, 'I TOLD YOU SO'. The last shot of the night is a close up of Calvin Harris's smug expression, before cutting to the PAW logo. Fade to black.
Calvin slowly crawls towards one of the ladders, using it as a partial crutch to get up to his feet. He stumbles to the center of the ring, kicking debris from the outrageous landing after his finisher out of the way. He gingerly sets up the ladder, and grabs hold of a high rung, and slowly begins to make his ascent.
PERCY: I think Calvin Harris has this thing.
CAT: I think you're right.
Just as Calvin's hand reaches up to touch the top of the ladder, the unthinkable happens. Johnny Raike begins to stir. He rolls over onto his stomach, pushes up to his elbows, and belly crawls over to the other side of the ladder, using the rungs to pull himself up to his knees. Johnny looks up, and see's how close Calvin is to the title, and with unbelievable will and determination pulls himself up to his feet, and onto the first rung of the ladder. Calvin paws at the title, teetering, his own injuries severely crippling his progress. Once he steadies himself, he notices Raike for the first time, making his way up the other side of the ladder at a slugs pace.
PERCY: I can't believe this! Johnny Raike should be dead, but he's mustering up the last bit of gas in the tank to try and prevent Calvin Harris from taking his title! What a Champion!
CAT: There's no denying that Raike is tough. Hell, that's the reason he is the champion!
Calvin shakes his head in despair, and steps one rung up to where his knee's are now pressing against the very top rung. Just as he's about to make a reach for the belt, Johnny Raike makes a grab for Calvin's waist. Harris grabs the belt, Johnny grabs hold of Calvin's midsection, and the Ladder dumps out from under both men in the process.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! The ladder just got knocked out from under both men, and they are dangling in the air above the ring! But it's Calvin Harris who has the belt!
CAT: Johnny's trying to climb up Harris, and Calvin's trying to dislodge Johnny with everything that he has.
Calvin relaxes a bit, allowing Johnny to get a better hold on the man, but in turn, giving Calvin a chance to take a chance, and reach up with his hand and unfasten the belt. Both competitors come crashing down to the mat and onto the wreckage that they had created throughout this match. Johnny Raike lay over in a heap by the destroyed table, while Calvin Harris lay across a piece of twisted ladder. Neither man is moving when the bell rings.
PERCY: He did it!
CAT: To be honest, I wouldn't have seen it going this way, but he's proven us all wrong here tonight.
Road Crew begin pulling mutilated ladders and pieces of table out of the ring as EMT crews come rushing down to check on the two gladiators. Rhonda steps forward, and brings the mic to her lips.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match.....AND NEW TITANS OF THE MIDWAY CHAMPION....CALVIN HARRIS!!
The camera pans around the ring to get a good view, and there it is, still in Calvin Harris' clutches, the Titans of the Midway Championship. He shoves the EMT's off of him, eyes closed, soaking in the moment as the crowd boos the results. He slides over to the ropes, and pulls himself up, looking over to where Johnny Raike is being slid to the edge of the ring to be loaded onto a cart. He smirks, tilting his gaze to the crowd, and lifts the belt over his head while wincing from the pain. The fans erupt in a chorus of boos, and he nods his head, the smile growing bigger.
PERCY: Both of these men put their bodies on the line in this contest, but love him or hate him, Calvin Harris pulled out the victory.
CAT: I have to agree. In my mind this has to be one of the toughest matches we've seen to date in PAW.
When Johnny Raike reaches the gurney, he shakes his head no, and EMT's help him up into a seated position on the apron. He shoves off, leaning against a medic until he feels he can go it alone, and then he begins up the ramp towards the back. The fans give him a standing ovation, and he turns, putting his hands on his hips, staring longingly back at the ring, where Calvin Harris continues his celebration on equally shaky legs. Raike sighs heavily, and continues his trek to the back as the fans reach out to touch the Most Liberated Man in Wrestling.
The ring has been mostly cleared of the wreckage, and Calvin Harris drops to his knees in the center, cradling the championship in his arms. He's beaming, despite the crowds disdain for him, and he pulls the title up to his lips to kiss it on the face plate. He then pushes back up to his feet, and takes the second turnbuckle, thrusting the title up over his head with both hands, and screaming out at the fans, 'I TOLD YOU SO'. The last shot of the night is a close up of Calvin Harris's smug expression, before cutting to the PAW logo. Fade to black.