DVD Taping - WICKED#10 - From The Pure Arena 05/12/2016

DVD Taping - WICKED#10 - From The Pure Arena 05/12/2016 Apr 29, 2016 23:58:32 GMT Tate and Knuxy like this

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Live From Pure Arena
Purity, LA
Thursday, May 12th, 2016 at 10 pm CST

Pure Amusement Wrestling
Proudly Presents:

BEFORE CURTAIN

The scene opens up to find the PAW Enhancement Talent sitting in the green room around the catering table, putting their backstage passes to good use in order to get free food. Just as S.O.B. was about to scoop out some more Mac N' Cheese onto his plate, Redrum rushes into the room, and comes to a dead stop in front of the table. The expression on his face is hard to read due to the excessive clown make up.

REDRUM: What the hell are you guys doing in here?

'Country Fine' James Radford sucks on the end of a tooth pick hanging out of his mouth, and tips his hat to the deranged clown.

JAMES RADFORD: We're just enjoying some vittles Mr. Rum. Would you like to join us?

Redrum's expression turns from unreadable to disbelieving, and he begins shaking his head violently.

REDRUM: No, James...I wouldn't like to join you. What I would like, is for you ass hats to join me, because we've got work to do!

Pan and Rufio, The Lost Boyz, exchange a glance, before stating the obvious.

PAN: We're not stealing anymore panties, dude.

RUFIO: Yeah, we all got fined like five hundred bucks from that little metro dude that hangs around Munin.

REDRUM: Who? Alex Cross?

PAN: Nah, man...I think his name is Ji.

REDRUM: You mean Gee.

RUFIO: That's what he said.

REDRUM: Spell it for me?

PAN: I think it's just J....I...

REDRUM: That can't be how you spell it. That spells Jigh.

RUFIO: No, man, I'm telling you...it's Ji. The I makes an 'Eeee' sound.

REDRUM: Well that just doesn't make any sense. A fucking E makes an 'Eeee' sound, not an I.

The spoon cradling the delicious Mac N' Cheese is sent crashing back down to the serving dish, and S.O.B. shoots up to a standing position before slamming both fists down on the table.

S.O.B.: Listen you Cracker Ass Cracker! I ain't trying to hear no more of your cock-a-mamey bullshit! We ain't going nowhere with you, and that's that. Now get the hell out of here so I can enjoy my God Damn Mac N' Cheese!

S.O.B. plopped back down, and shoveled a huge forkful of the stuff into his mouth, angrily staring out at nothing, feeling that that was the end of it. Redrum hung his head sadly, and threw his hands out at his sides in a placating gesture.

REDRUM: Listen, guys, I know the pantie caper didn't go off as well as I'd have liked, but this time I have a full proof plan. We all get some air time, and I promise.....it will go along way in making sure you guys get put on the show in the future. I mean, come on...what's five hundred dollars compared to having your faces next to Trixie's on a live show.

JAMES RADFORD: Mr. Rum, aren't all these shows taped?

REDRUM: GOD DAMN IT JAMES! That's not the point! They are live so long as we're here, in real time! We have to make some waves boys! Come on, wha'd'ya say?

Radford, Rufio, and Pan all exchange glances, shrug, and then scoot their chairs back to leave. S.O.B. looks up from another forkful of Mac N' Cheese in utter disbelief.

S.O.B.: Is you cracker's serious? Don't you remember what happened last time?

RUFIO: So what, man. It beats just sitting around here with nothing to do.

S.O.B.: You know what!

S.O.B. chunks his fork down into his plate, and thunders to his feet. He points at each of his Enhancement Talent brethren and shakes his head.

S.O.B.: I'm coming too! Not cause I believe a damn word this Cracker Clown says, but just so I can be there when all this shit blows up in yo Cracker Faces!

JAMES RADFORD: Aww...Mr. Bitch. You're all heart!

Redrum and the other three laugh before walking off leaving S.O.B. to sputter and curse behind them.

S.O.B.: There ain't no Mr. in front of it, you backwater inbred bastard!........GOD DAMN IT!

S.O.B. jerks violently in frustration, before stalking off to catch up to his compatriots.

MEANWHILE...

Ji rushed over to Munin as she went over all the last minute details before the show. To say the young man seemed nervous was an understatement.

JI: Munin we have a problem. Someone says they saw Jack stalking that GZW guy Ryder…

Munin barely looked up at Ji, and soon the young man trailed off in confusion. Her calm acceptance of his news was not what he expected this was Jack after all. The man could probably rip someone limb from limb and then have cookies.

LADY MUNIN: Ji don't worry I already talked to Jack...Just in time too. He looked like he was to tear something...or more than likely someone up.

Ji looked at his boss slightly dumbfounded.

JI: You talked to him?

LADY MUNIN: Jack can be reasoned with especially when it will benefit him in the long run. He knows there is a larger game at play. Did you make sure Pa Pa Nurvy has a VIP seat?

Ji shook himself out of his daze, and quickly nodded his head. In one practiced movement he pulled out his eye phone, and began to run through his lists.

JI: Mr. Nurvy was given VIP seating and an open tab on any and all refreshments.

Munin nodded her head with a pleased smile.

LADY MUNIN: Perfect, I will check on him myself once things are up and running. You can relax for now Ji, there really is very little left now but to throw open the gates and roll with the punches.

JI: Yeah punches, kicks, barbed wire bats…

Ji turns and walks away still going through his list.

JI: A Bonnie and Clyde like couple, some dude that thinks he's a demon, and oh yeah THE PSYCHOPATH THAT LIKES TO HANG PEOPLE. Relax she says…

Munin shook her head in amusement before turning back to her own lists.

“A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat joins a long pan of the semi-darkened Pure Arena, 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 the previous WICKED#9. A shot of Jack Nomad nailing Al Envy with his barb wire covered mop handle; Then Kelsey Spencer draped across Al Envy to pick up the victory; Tapioca Joe getting beat down by John Champa and Joshua Dane, and the eventual arrival of Johnathan Alexander to save him; Alexandra Kelly nailing Muru with her finisher, and then picking up the win; Luke Knux and The Scumbag Society jamming out on The Box Office; The BombTrax standing victorious over Team I'mWithStevie; The scene of Calvin Harris clutching the Titans of the Midway Championship as a dejected Johnny Raike makes his way up the ramp; Finally 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 Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.

PERCY: Welcome everyone to the sold out Pure Arena, right here in the Pure Amusement Park. I am Percival Banion Chord, and this lovely lady to my left is Caitlin Casey, and this is WICKED#10!

CAT: What's up everybody! Man, Percy, this place is packed!

PERCY: That's right, Cat. Everyone is here to witness first hand what everybody else is talking about! We've got a wrestling revolution going on down here in Louisiana!

CAT: Yeah, but we've also got an insurrection too, or are you forgetting that GZW continues to make headlines on our shows? When is it going to end?

PERCY: Fair question, but tonight we've got bigger things on our minds.

CAT: Like.....?

PERCY: Like the contract signing between the #1 Contender, CJ O'Donnell, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press on The Box Office. They will set the stipulations here tonight for their huge match on June 9th, at Heat Stroke!

CAT: Oh, I thought you might have been talking about our Main Event, where Johnny Sykes takes on former Titans of the Midway Champion, Johnny Raike, in what will be the first time we've seen Raike without that belt around his waist. I personally think he's going to fold.

PERCY: Are you kidding me? Johnny Raike is a professional! He's not going to let one loss out of several Main Event wins as of late stop his momentum.

CAT: Yeah, well at least Johnny Sykes finally drew an opponent that he won't be afraid to hit. What a nimrod.

PERCY: I guess we'll have to see about that, but folks, we got more Tag Team action here tonight, as in our Semi-Main Event the team of Tapioca Joe and William Saint will take on 'The Pixie' Alexandra Kelly and 'Hardcore' Jack Nomad. That should be exciting considering the tear that Nomad and Kelly have been on since entering PAW.

CAT: Yeah, it could be real exciting if Tapioca Joe doesn't have a partner. We still don't know for sure that William Saint will be here tonight because of his contract dispute with GZW. This could end up being a handicap match, and if so, Tapioca Joe is finished.

PERCY: On a lighter note, we have a single match between Kelsey Spencer and Trixie, in what should be a great match up. Kelsey Spencer went on record a few weeks ago in her promo, saying that Trixie was a big inspiration to her.

CAT: We'll see how big a fan she is when Trixie kicks her in her twat.

PERCY: Jesus, Cat! There might be kids watching.

CAT: Oh, no! You're right, Percy. I mean....in her cunt.

Percy shakes his head in dismay, as Cat gives the camera Cheshire Cat like grin.

CAT: Moving on, we've got two debut matches scheduled here tonight. Al Envy takes on Johnathan Alexander in our opening bout, and Airborne takes on Julian Justice following that. Any thoughts, Percy?

PERCY: Well, Al Envy got his ass handed to him on the last show by Jack Nomad, so you have to believe that he isn't planning on letting anything like that happen again, and Johnathan Alexander is a veteran of the ring who had to retire a few years ago due to an extensive spinal injury. We'll just have to see if Alexander can still stand up to the level of competition that PAW brings to the table. As for Airborne and Julian Justice, we've got two conflicting styles that should make for an awesome match up.

CAT: (yawns) You done? Al Envy is going to be pissed, and Johnathan Alexander is damn near a cripple if you hit him in the right spot. That's all we need is a lawsuit from a handicapped wrestler cause he was fool enough to get back in the ring despite what he was told by doctors years ago. I mean, we've already got Cross Recoba if we need a reminder of what people will do to each other in PAW.

PERCY: Point taken, but...

CAT: And furthermore....conflicting styles? Airborne is a star in Mexico. Big freakin' whoop. If I packed a suitcase full of clean water, I could be a star in Mexico too, but that ain't going to happen....cause that would mean I'd have to go to Mexico....Ewww. And what about Julian Justice. He's got an impressive Academy Wrestling career, whatever that means, but he's never been in a pro setting in his life. This might end up with another chance for lawsuit if that Mexican jumping bean ends up spiking him on his head or something.

PERCY: Fans, I apologize for the comments of Caitlin Casey. We here at PAW don't support her bigotry and ignorance.

CAT: Whatever, Percy. By the way, you forgot a match.

PERCY: Did I?

Percy shuffles through his papers, confusion set in on his face.

CAT: Duh? What about the Dick Reynolds Open Invitational, featuring his man, Alex Blake?

PERCY: Oh! Yeah, I remember now. I wonder how that could have slipped my mind.

CAT: Because Alex Blake is a disaster to television, and Dick Reynolds is one step away from being a sleaze ball pornographer?

PERCY: I don't know anything about that, but I wonder who will answer the challenge? It would be embarrassing if no one showed up.

CAT: Yeah, but for who?

PERCY: Now that you mention it, I don't know. What I do know, however, is that we're ready to kick this thing off right after these words from our.......

Percy is suddenly cut off by "Your Betrayal" by Bullett For My Valentine blaring over the arena's speakers. The fans immediately begin to boo, recognizing the music for what it is, and moments later, that reason slowly steps out from behind the curtain. 'The Martyr of Pro Wrestling', Calvin Harris, smugly smirks out at the crowd from the stage, the Titans of the Midway Championship firmly secured around his waist. From center stage he stretches his arms out to either side of him, encouraging the crowd to pour on even more hate. After a few seconds he drops his arms back to his sides, and saunters down the ramp towards the ring.

PERCY: Well this is just perfect. Calvin Harris is about to come out here and tell us how great he is.

CAT: Hey! He's the Titans of the Midway Champion isn't he? Sounds pretty great to me.

Calvin continues to smirk out at the crowd when he reaches ringside, reaching up to grab the ropes to help himself up onto the ring apron. He swings one leg into the ring, followed by the other, and then takes the nearest trurnbuckle, climbing to the second rope. He mimics the pose from the stage, staring out at the crowd so that they have to bask in all his glory. His taunting complete, he leaps down from the turnbuckle, and calls for a microphone. A ring tech hands him one through the ropes, and Calvin finds himself standing in the center of the ring.

PERCY: You know, this is uncalled for. Calvin Harris isn't even scheduled to appear at this event.

CAT: Hush, Percy. This is going to be important.

Sure enough all eyes were on the Martyr as he slowly raised the microphone up to his lips. As much as people didn’t want to hear from him they weren’t going to have much of a choice.

CALVIN HARRIS: So this is how I’m treated?

A brief pause filled the air.

CALVIN HARRIS: Two weeks ago I was out in this ring and I did what no one thought was possible. I did what you people didn’t think was possible. I did what no one in the back thought was possible. I did what Lady Munin herself didn’t think was possible. I came out here, I beat the dog shit out of Johnny Raike in a Ladder Match, and then yanked down this bad boy right here.

In that moment Calvin snatched the Titans of the Midway Championship from around his waist and proceeded to lift it high into the air. A thunderous loud sea of boos could be heard from those in attendance. They were letting it be known they did not like him. Not that it was a surprise and not that it was actually going to make a difference.

CALVIN HARRIS: I became the brand-spanking new Titans of the Midway Champion. In Raike’s very first defense I proved everything that I had been saying all along. He was overhyped. He was overrated and without someone backing him up he couldn’t beat me. I proved that I was a man of my word. I proved I could get the job done. I proved that I was the best thing going for this worthless company. Over and over again I told you so, yet no one wanted to listen. But on that night you had no choice. You had to listen and you had to see it with your own eyes. Now you would have figured that seeing with your own eyes. With everyone seeing it in the back with their own eyes. That they would have done something to give me some type of recognition for a job well done.

Calvin’s eyes started to narrow a little bit with each word that came out of his mouth. He glared right at the cameras filming him listening to the crowd boo him with legitimate hatred. To which was going in one ear and out the other with him. Much like it had always done.

CALVIN HARRIS: I was expecting to be in a match. I was expecting to be in the main event. Hell, the way I see it I am the main event around here. But that’s not what happened, instead they put someone who has proven to be a loser in the main event. They tossed Raike right back in the main event and not only did they toss him back in the main event. It seems the powers that be aka Lady Munin has decided to give Raike the easiest opponent in the world. More or less she’s doing nothing but feeding Raike a special needs kid. Anyone could beat and pin a mentally handicapped man-child in this business. Doesn’t take a lot of work. Guess when you favor someone so much and they let you down. You gotta do something in order to make sure they bounce back.

Rolling his eyes a little bit. Surely at this point quite a few people were fed up with Calvin and his accusations. Fed up with the things he had been letting spill from his mouth. All of which was nothing more than lies as far as everyone else was concerned.

CALVIN HARRIS: If I wasn’t going to be put in a match, you figure they would have put my name somewhere on the card - but they didn’t. You would figure that they would have some type of party or some type of celebration in my honor for my accomplishment - but they didn’t. You would figure that they would have at the very least named me the number one contender for the PAW Championship considering I did prove everything I had ever said. I beat CJ O’Donnell and then I beat Raike. I proved without a shadow of a doubt CJ doesn’t deserve that title. But of course as you can guess I didn’t get named number one contender. CJ is still getting his title shot and more importantly I am still being treated like shit by this crooked ass company.

His voice changed a bit as far as getting angrier went. This was a never ending situation with Calvin. Even after getting opportunity. Even after becoming champion. Even after supposedly proving himself. He still wasn’t happy and that much was known from the way he was carrying himself.

PERCY: Calvin Harris seems to think that the entire promotion should just bow down at his feet. I don't think he understands how professional wrestling works.

CAT: Percy, how can you say that? He's the Titans of the Midway Champion! He deserves our respect!

Calvin was pacing around the ring a little bit. Further proving just how upset he was over this situation. Fans continuously booing him in hopes that he would get the hint and just go away. Yet at this point people should have known better. They should have truly understood how this was going to work with him.

CALVIN HARRIS: What’s sad is the last time I had something like this to say, I warned Lady Munin, and I warned her minions to not make anymore mistakes. I warned them to stop ignoring me. I warned them to stop overlooking me. I warned them to stop robbing me of chances and opportunities. I warned them if their entire attitude didn’t change to me that I was going to take matters into my own hands. Which meant that some bad-very-bad things were going to stop happening around here. They didn’t listen then and that’s when I had to beat Raike within an inch of his life in that ladder match. Yet at the same time it seems like you’ve yet to learn your lesson. You’ve yet to take me seriously. You’ve yet to head my warnings which is a damn shame. Not only is it a damn shame but it proves just how stupid you people are.

Briefly shaking his head from side to side once more. The obvious disappointment was there on his end.

CALVIN HARRIS: Once again this company has forced my back against the wall. Once again this company is forcing my hand. Once again this company has crossed a line with me and therefore I have to handle things. I am letting it be known right here, right now. Whatever it is that I do next. Whatever line I cross. Whomever I end up hurting. There’s no one to blame but you!

As soon as those words came out of Calvin’s mouth he dropped the microphone in the center of the ring letting it hit with a loud thud, only for him to turn towards the ropes and roll out of the ring. "Your Betrayal" starts up once again, and Calvin from ringside raises his championship high above his head. Almost like it was his way of rubbing everything in one final time with whatever he had planned looming in the air.

CAT: Well, it looks like this won't be the last time we see Calvin Harris here tonight.

PERCY: God help us all. Folks, we have some prerecorded footage from earlier in the day. Let's check it out.

She had been waiting at the airport since around thirty minutes. The arrival of her friend Julian was delayed. She was passing time with tea and cookies. Eyes set on the exit gate. After a few minutes pass, Julian Savell, a former competitor from Inferno Wrestling and Pride Pro, appears at the exit gate and he’s wearing a leather jacket with black jeans while carrying a gym bag. As Julian sees his friend Alexandra a giant grin runs across his face. She would lift herself off of the chair, walking closer with big steps.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: You are late honey.

JULIAN SAVELL: Yeah, sorry about that. I guess the guys flying the airplane knew that I usually like to show up fashionably late.

A shit-eating grin crosses over Julian’s face before he lets out a laugh. She winked at him, wrapping her arms around him for a hug.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I will forgive you this one time. Its a blast you came. And your chance to check out PAW, which probably could become your home in the future.

JULIAN SAVELL: I’m not going to lie, I haven’t been this excited to check out a company in quite some time. Can’t say I enjoyed my time in Inferno very well and I tried the whole thing in Japan for a couple of months but that shit wasn’t for me.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: You won't regret coming here. Its an awesome place. Very different from all you know. Thanks for coming to watch my match, means a lot to me. Having friends in the audience is rare.

He nods and smiles.

JULIAN SAVELL: Hey, no matter what I end up deciding for the future, I definitely wouldn’t of passed up on the opportunity to see you crack open a couple of skulls.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I will make certain you consider PAW as an option. But for now, hungry?

JULIAN SAVELL: You read my mind, I’m starving. I couldn’t be damned to eat that garbage on the flight. All I could do was drink their shitty beer.

Julian shakes his head and laughs. Alexandra would giggle a little, not commenting. Instead she linked her arm with him, dragging him towards one of the restaurants.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: They got decent ribs and steak.

JULIAN SAVELL: Sounds good to me. I’ve always been a meat and potatoes kind of a guy anyway! Well, as long as it’s cooked right! But the real question is, how’s their beer?

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I wouldn't know love. I never tasted beer in my whole life. But you find out any moment and then you might tell the world.

She sat down on one of the wooden benches, waiting for him to join. Wearing that sweet smile.Julian follows suit and takes a seat as well as he looks quite surprised at her statement.

JULIAN SAVELL: Never tasted beer!? How come?

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Just never was my type of poison. But I am sure the waitress will make you happy.

She laughed while looking at the curvy blonde coming closer. Julian glances up and his eyes widen a bit when he catches sight of the waitress. If you know Julian, you’d know that he has a thing for curvy blondes.

JULIAN SAVELL: Excuse me Miss, can I get a boob… I mean beer!

Julian grimaces as he looks back at Alex. She punched him against his arm softly. Looking at the menu.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: And for me, some iced tea and honey wings. Thanks.

JULIAN SAVELL: Yeah and I’d also like some breasts.

He nudges Alexandra with his elbow, trying not to burst out into laughter. Taking a look on her face, she has a hard time herself.

JULIAN SAVELL: Some chicken breasts that is!

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I gotta say it, did we enter silicon valley?

He can’t help but laugh at her statement as he shakes his head.

JULIAN SAVELL: Possibly but that T.J. Miller guy wishes that he were as hilarious as I am!

She would stick out her tongue at him, looking at him. The girl had walked off by then.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Tell me love, what keeps you busy nowadays? Apart from visiting awesome people like me.

JULIAN SAVELL: Honestly? Nothing. It’s only been a few months since the girl who I thought was ‘the one’ split and Inferno closing shop at the end of the second season. I guess I’ve just been trying to find that mojo that I had a year ago when I was on top of the world in this sport.

She looked at him with those serious, dark eyes.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Sometimes it helps to change crowd you know? And start at a new place.

He smiles and nods in agreement.

JULIAN SAVELL: I wholeheartedly agree. Getting attached to things and people and just what my life used to be is what has been holding me back. It’s time to bring back the old Julian. The ruthless version of me who didn’t give a damn who he injured or hurt. Some people think that’s the wrong way to go about it but that’s what made me successful…. Not caring at all about the well being of others.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Well you can't hurt me darling, I am untouchable like that.

He laughs and shakes his head. It was easy to see she was not serious about her comment, but just being her usual self.

JULIAN SAVELL: I’d never want to anyway.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: I got Pixie protection. After the show you and Ty are welcome to stay at my place.

JULIAN SAVELL: How does one get this Pixie protection, hm? And that sounds like a plan to me! Can I bring the hot waitress?

She laughed out rather loud.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Didn't know you liked plastic.

He shrugs innocently.

JULIAN SAVELL: Didn’t you see my last girlfriend? Lizzy Taylor, look her up!

ALEXANDRA KELLY: You are my friend and all..but how did that happen?

He sighs and shrugs.

JULIAN SAVELL: Well, despite the fake knockers, she was surprisingly real. At least she used to be. But things changed and she couldn’t accept the man that I am anymore even though I never really changed. I’ll be better off without her. I guess I should look for someone without the fake boobs, hmm?

He laughs.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Maybe Alexandra Kelly plays armor for you. I got a hand for it.

JULIAN SAVELL: That works for me. How come I couldn’t of found a friend like you a few months ago? Everyone else I know is just a bunch of assholes. Except my buddy Tyson, he’s alright I guess.

Julian lets out a chuckle.

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Ty is awesome, a little eccentric but awesome. And you have me now. Which is a huge plus.

She laughed a little.

JULIAN SAVELL: I do! So how’re you feeling about your tag match? Is this the first time you’re teaming with Jack?

ALEXANDRA KELLY: Yeah. Actually we have met through a feud. Beating the living hell out of each other. I don't know if anyone can understand our relationship.- I know I can. But when you have seen each other beaten like that, you have seen it all. You either run scared or get soaked up. Which happened to us. It helps our team building. Because as i said, there is nothing that I wouldn't do for him. Not sure our opponents would go that far.

Their food had arrived, delivered by a male this time. Alexandra nearly laughed at the funny face Julian made. She was taking a look down on her plate and for the first time in weeks that match was forgotten. Sitting at a table with her friend, chatting up about possible career turns. Till it was business time, she would just get lost in those honey wings. Listening to Julian whistling after the waitress.

The camera catches up with Flaming Youth as he goes be bopping down one of the hallways backstage. The lights suddenly go out leaving him in the dark save for the emergency lights that barely lit up anything. He looks around trying to find his way around when a mechanized voice is heard from behind him.

VOICE: Did you not think I would notice your handiwork Youth? Did you really think that you and Press would be able to avoid my attention because of your affiliation with the owner? I don’t care who you’re affiliated with or who you think protects you. No one goes unpunished.

Youth looks for the source of the voice but finds nothing. As quick as the lights went out Youth finds himself face down on the hard floor. Standing over him holding two small pipes is the masked Shadow looking down.

VOICE: Everyone must face judgement. From the highest of them, to the lowest. You my friend are just the first of many. Consider yourself warned.

The lights suddenly come back on showing Youth alone in the hallway unconscious, a small pool of blood underneath his face.

Opening Bout
Singles Match
Al Envy versus Johnathan Alexander

PERCY: Well, that was intense...

CAT: That spooky bastard gives me the creeps.

PERCY: Yeah, well he looks to have laid Youth out, and you got to wonder how that will affect Press going into his contract signing.

CAT: Well, seeing as Youth has no business in the PAW Heavyweight Championship scene, I don't guess it will at all.

PERCY: How can you say that? CJ O'Donnell kept Youth out of action for over two and a half months. If that doesn't give you reason to mix it up with someone, I don't know what does.

CAT: Oh, Percy. That wasn't CJ's fault, that was Youth's, for having such a soft skull.

PERCY: Whatever. Rhonda's in the ring, so take it away m'lady!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall...

“Swear it to the Sun” by Voodoo Johnson begins and after a few seconds Al appears on the ramp. He is wearing a green jacket with Envy written in gold across the back, and it is zipped up as he stares out at the crowd from the stage.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, standing at six foot three, and weighting in at 238 pounds, he hails from Fort Worth, Texas....He is 'The Trendsetter'...AL ENVY!!

Al makes his way to the ring and ignores the outstretched hands of fans, jawing with a few of them instead. When he reaches ringside, he climbs up onto the apron, and leaps over the ropes into the ring and throws his arms up in the air, absorbing the reaction from the fans.

PERCY: Al Envy looking to try and get momentum on his side after that crushing defeat a couple of weeks ago.

CAT: He lost, it happens to everyone. Even that big dumb bastard from ages ago lost, it just took forever for it to happen.

Lights flicker around the arena as the opening guitar riff to "You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies plays.

Define your meaning of war

To me it's what we do when we're bored

I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop

And it makes me want it more

Because I'm hyped up out of control

If it's a fight, I'm ready to go

I wouldn't put my money on the other guy

If you know what I know that I know

The curtains fly open as Jonathan Alexander and his wife Alice emerges from the back. He throws his arms into the air before pointing to the right side of the arena and then to the left. The crowd roars as the couple make their way down the ramp towards the ring, Several fans reach out to touch him and he slaps a couple of them.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his opponent, being escorted to the ring by his wife Alice Alexander, he stands at six foot eleven, and weights in at 268 pounds, he hails from Hollywood, Florida....he is JOHNATHAN ALEXANDER!!!

He stops at the base of the ring and allows his wife to step in front of him. He wraps his hands around her waist and lifts her up to the apron allowing her to climb in before he rolls inside under the bottom rope. The music continues to play as he leans into the ropes and points at the crowd before turning and walking to the other side repeating the process. He repeats the process on all four sides of the ring before stepping to the center and removing the white vest he wears and tossing it out of the ring. He kisses his wife's lips before walking over and parting the ropes for her, letting her climb out of the ring and stand on the outside.

PERCY: Jonathan looking to start his PAW career off with a win.

CAT: Oh look, he brought his wife to the ring with him. Why do men feel the need to have women escort them? Can’t pull their own weight?

PERCY: I don’t think that’s how he looks at it.

CAT: By the way have you seen these two’s twitter? It’s like reading softcore porn.

PERCY: Moving on.

The two men looked at one another as A-Ref called for the bell. The two men lock up in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Jonathan is quick to snap Al Envy into a side headlock before grinding him down to his knees. Al Envy forces his way to his feet and throws several stiff elbows to his right rib before forcing him into the ropes. Al shoots him across the ring into the opposite side ropes only to be taken down by a shoulder tackle.

PERCY: Jonathan with the size and power advantage.

Jonathan hits the ropes charging back and leaping over Al who rolls onto his stomach. He hits the ropes again as Al gets to his feet and goes for a hip toss but Jonathan floats over and connects with a hip toss of his own. Alice showing her support for her husband clapped on the outside.

CAT: Can we get rid of her already?

Jonathan pulled Al up and locked him in a front facelock, lifting him up high and spiking him into the mat with a brainbuster. He floats over and makes the cover.

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2…

Al easily kicks out.

PERCY: Jonathan in complete control tonight.

Jonathan got back to his feet quickly and dropped a knee Al’s chest. He got back to his feet and drove another one into his chest followed by another and another and another. Jonathan mounted Al and grabbed a handful of hair as he threw several hard rights into his face connecting flush with the bridge of his nose.

CAT: Now that’s a streak I can get behind. Look at those punches.

A-Ref yells at Jonathan to open up his fist but he ignores at he throws several more hard rights before finally getting to his feet. Jonathan pulls him up to his feet with force and shoves him into the ropes, throwing him into the air and driving him into the mat with a pop-up powerbomb.

PERCY: This is insane!

Jonathan makes the cover and hooks both legs.

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2…

Th….Al just rolls the shoulder.

PERCY: Jonathan is just destroying Al Envy here tonight.

Jonathan grabs a handful of Al’s hair again and slowly pulls him up only to catch a hard right to the midsection for his troubles. Al gets to his feet and connects with a leg lift to the face standing Jonathan up straight before hitting him with a closeline that takes them both to the mat.

CAT: You spoke too soon.

Al pushes himself slowly to his feet as Jonathan rolls over and grabs the nearby bottom rope to help himself up. Both men are on their feet but Al is a hair quicker as he fires off a solid right to the jaw of Jonathan knocking him back into the ropes. Jonathan stepped away from the ropes only to catch a stiff kick to the midsection the doubled him over and dropped him to one knee. Al charges the ropes and returns with a swinging neckbreaker.

PERCY: Al picking up the pace.

Jonathan tries to get to his feet but Al cuts him off, helping him up before pushing him into the ropes. He drives his knee into his midsection before shooting him across the ring. Jonathan rebounds off and catches a flying forearm smash to the face on his return. Alice pounds on the mat outside the ring trying to rally her husband. Al makes the cover and hooks both legs.

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Jonathan powers out.

PERCY: Jonathan not beaten yet.

Al gets to his feet and grabs Jonathan, pulling him up with him. He grabs him around the waist and flips him over his head with a belly to belly suplex sending him crashing into the mat. The force of the impact sends him rolling out of the ring.

CAT: Why do they always end out in front of us?

Al refuses to give him any breathing room as he climbs out after him. He picks him up and throws him back first into the barricade. He charges in looking for a closeline but Jonathan fires off a huge spear that catches him off guard. The two men lie motionless on the ground outside as A-Ref continues his count.

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Jonathan gets to his feet using the apron for support as Al grabs onto the announcer's table.

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Jonathan rolls into the ring as Al stumbles away from the table and over to the apron.

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Al rolls into the ring stopping the count. Jonathan gets back to his feet and pulls Al up but finds himself caught in a small package.

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Jonathan grabs the bottom rope stopping the count.

PERCY: Good ring awareness by the veteran.

Jonathan gets to his feet but Al gets to his a second quicker and drives a forearm into his lower back. Jonathan freezes up as he drops to his knees in pain.

PERCY: Al taking advantage of that injured back.

CAT: Maybe he should have taken old man rivers advice and stayed retired if it still gives him problems.

Al pulls Jonathan away from the ropes, lifting him up and dropping him across his knee with a back breaker. Jonathan flops around on the mat as Al makes the cover.

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Thr……Jonathan rolls the inside shoulder.

PERCY: Jonathan is still in this thing.

Al gets to his feet and pulls Jonathan to a seated position, driving his knee into his back and pulling back on the head and neck with a reverse chin lock. Jonathan flails his arms as he pulls on the hands trying to get free. Alice runs around the ring and stands in front of her husband pounding on the mat trying to will him to his feet.

PERCY: Jonathan is in a bad way right now.

CAT: He will be if he doesn’t get out of that hold.

Jonathan pulls at the hands giving himself a bit of breathing room as he slowly gets to his feet. Before he’s able to get fully vertical Al grabs hold of his neck and leaps into the air falling back driving both knees into his back. Jonathan grabs at his back and rolls out of the ring screaming in pain. Alice runs over and checks on her husband but is quickly forced away as Al climbs out onto the apron and drops down with a knee to his back.

PERCY: Al has found another gear here tonight as he’s targeting that back.

Al grabs Jonathan and rolls him into the ring making a quick cover.

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Thr…..Jonathan barely rolls the outside shoulder.

CAT: I figured that would be the end of it.

Al pulls Jonathan to his feet and shoots him into the ropes going for a spinning back fist on the return but Jonathan ducks underneath and hits the far ropes. He charges back at Al who looks for a high angle dropkick but Jonathan catches his legs causing him to fall flat on his back. Jonathan pulls him into the air by his legs and drops him to the mat with a powerbomb before falling to the mat himself.

PERCY: Both men are down after that move.

Jonathan struggles to his feet still favoring his lower back. He grabs a handful of hair and pulls Al to his feet lifting him up onto his shoulders and walking to the center of the ring. With a grunt he lifts him up flipping him forward and driving him into the mat with a over the shoulder belly to belly piledriver.

PERCY: Holy cow what a move.

Jonathan crawls over and throws an arm across the chest of Al.

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Thr…..Al throws the outside shoulder up with ease.

PERCY: If Jonathan hooks the leg he might have won with that move.

CAT: I’m shocked he’s still standing.

Jonathan pulls himself to his feet using the ropes and waits patiently as Al struggles to his. Once on his feet Jonathan fires off a superkick but Al sees it and goes for one of his own, both men connecting.

PERCY: Both men went for superkicks and they both connected. They’re both out!

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Jonathan rolls onto his stomach and pushes up to his knees.

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Al rolls over and grabs the ropes pulling himself up.

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Both men get to their feet. Jonathan takes a step forward spinning around and connecting with a discuss closeline before roaring and pumping his arms at his side.

PERCY: Jonathan is feeling it now!

Jonathan grabs the back of Al's head and pulls him into a front facelock before lifting him high into the air. With one fluid motion he drops him down planting him hard with a vertical suplex into a powerbomb.

PERCY: Final Rest! That should do it.

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3!!!

A-Ref calls for the bell as Jonathan rolls onto his back putting his face in his hands. Alice slides into the ring and hugs her husband kissing his lips in the process as "You're Going Down" kicks back in.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest...JOHNATHAN ALEXANDER!!

Just as Johnathan gets to his feet, the arena fades to almost complete darkness.

CAT: Guess Lady Munin didn't pay the electricity bill around here!

PERCY: Really, Cat?!

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 Red Dragon rises to the stage from below.

PERCY: GOD ALMIGHTY! That's GroundZero Wrestling 2K1's Red Dragon. We saw him at Wicked Nine hanging out in the rafters putting P.A.W. on notice.

CAT: Looks like he's got something more to say.

Jonathan glances towards the stage as Red Dragon scans the crowd as he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Jonathan has a confused look on his face, but that doesn't stop him from telling Alice to get out of the ring. Just as she slips through the ropes, Red Dragon slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring.

CAT: What the hell is this devil worshiping weirdo doing?

Fire erupts from all four corner post as he walks around the ring circling Jonathan. He places the femur across a turnbuckle as he grabs a microphone from his back pocket.

RED DRAGON: Jonathan Alexander who the fuck do you think you're messing with? Do you not realize that GZW does not care if we have to go through you or anyone else to get our property back.

Crowd: PAW! PAW! PAW!

Red Dragon just shakes his head as he continues to circle Jonathan as the chant turns to "Jonathan."

RED DRAGON: Jonathan you decided to stick your nose in GZW business. Are you that fucking stupid or do you have a death wish. Either way it don’t matter to me since you just put a target on your back.

Red Dragon is still circling Jonathan as he tries to keep up with where Red Dragon is located.

RED DRAGON: How does it feel to have a target on your back? Does it send a chill down your spine knowing that we could strike at any moment. Is it going through your head of whether I’m just here to talk or send a message to you and anyone else stupid enough to get involved in our quest.

Red Dragon is still circling Jonathan as he keeps his eyes on Red Dragon the entire time. “Welcome to Ground Zero” by The Diplomats erupts as the crowd, also takes Jonathan's attention away from Red Dragon to glance towards the stage as he waits for someone else to come out.

CAT: Now who the hell else is coming out?

PERCY: It could be any of the GZW2K1 Globalstars but the last time that music was played it was used by the business advisor of The Takeover, Joshua Samson.

CAT: Well right now I don't see anybody coming out.

Sure enough no one comes out. Red Dragon uses the distraction though to get behind Jonathan and nails him with a forearm to the back of the head which sends him crashing to the mat. Red Dragon circles him as he starts to nail Jonathan in the head with kicks. The crowd is booing louder as it only puts a sadistic grin across his face.

RED DRAGON: Look at the piece of trash lying in the middle of the ring. I warned him that we could strike at any moment. Did he listen or did he think that it was never going to happen to him.

Red Dragon lifts Jonathan up by his hair. He then lifts him into position for a vertical suplex before being dropped into a piledriver onto the ring mat. Jonathan is flopping around as Red Dragon slides out of the ring and reaches under the ring. He pauses for a second as he pulls out a trashcan before tossing it into the ring.

RED DRAGON: I enjoy when you idiots boo me. It feeds the inner demon

Red Dragon throws the microphone down to the padded concrete floor as he slides into the ring. He grabs Jonathan by the hair and drags him over to a corner, sits him up in it before placing the trashcan over his head.

PERCY: NO DON'T DO IT!!!

Red Dragon goes to the corresponding end of the ring corner as he climbs up before running his thumb across his throat. Red Dragon jumps off the turnbuckle, nailing the trashcan making it crush onto Jonathan's face and head.

CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!

CAT: HOLY SHIT!

Red Dragon gets back to his feet as he glances down at Jonathan as he reaches down to grab him by his feet to drag his limp body to the center of the ring. Jonathan is lying on his stomach, Red Dragon kneels down and grabs his leg and places it over his shoulders and neck. Lifting Jonathan into a modified crab position Red Dragon kneels over them and applies pressure to the thigh and shin with his left arm, bending Jonathan’s knee across the back of his neck.

CAT: I'm always down for some dastardly evil action but this is some straight up bullshit!

PERCY: We need some help out here! Somebody! Anybody!

Like a bullet shot from a high velocity gun, Tapioca Joe, Singapore cane in hand, bolted down the rampway. Upon seeing him, the crowd explodes in a thundering cheer.

PERCY: IT'S TAPIOCA JOE!

Tap dives under the bottom rope into the ring and is quickly up to his feet. By the time Red Dragon realizes there is a third person in the ring he is cracked over the head with the Singapore cane.

CAT: BEAT HIS ASS, TAP!

Dragon falls to his side and Tap is quickly upon him raining down cane shots. Realizing that the damage and his point was made, Red Dragon manages to roll out of the ring to make it back to the rampway. Tap keeps his eyes on the GZW2K1 Globalstar while he kneels down to check on the fallen Jonathan Alexander. The scene fades to the backstage.

The scene opens up to a close up shot of Redrum that has him framed in from his shoulders up. (Like 'That 70s Show') Hanging out of his mouth appears to be a half smoked joint, and he gives it a deep drag, before passing it to his right. The camera stays on him, however, as he holds the burn in for a solid minute, before exhaling a huge plume of smoke followed by a wheezing cough. He giggles slightly, while giving the camera a huge grin.

REDRUM: I told you I had a fucking plan!

The camera swings to the right where 'Country Fine' James Radford has just taken his own sizable hit from the joint, and passes it off camera to whomever is on his right.

JAMES RADFORD: Mr. Rum, sir, I'm not saying I don't appreciate this and all, but how is smoking Wacky Backy going to help us get screen time on WICKED?

The camera shoots back over to Redrum.

REDRUM: God damn it, James....does everything have to have an answer for you? Have you ever considered that the reason you don't succeed is cause you're looking for answers in a world that holds none. I mean, just....just.....What the fuck were we talking about? Heee Heee!

The camera pans past James, and comes to rest on Pan & Rufio who are sharing the edge of one chair.

PAN: Man....I just want to be a wrestler, dude.

RUFIO: I know...

PAN: Cause...you know...to get chicks.

RUFIO: Hee hee! I know....

The camera shoots back to Redrum.

REDRUM: Wait.....you two aren't gay?

Back to The Lost Boyz, who's eyebrows have bunched up in comical frustration.

PAN: Fuck you, man.

RUFIO: Why does everyone always assume we're fucking gay.

PAN: Not that there's anything wrong with that....

RUFIO: Yeah....what he said.

Back to Redrum.

REDRUM: I just always assumed. I mean....what red blooded heterosexual guys would come up with a gimmick based around something as fruity as Peter Pan?

Back to the Lost Boyz. Where Rufio shoves a finger in Pan's face triumphantly.

RUFIO: BAM! I told you it was fucking fruity!

PAN: FUCK YOU MAN! It's gotten us this far hasn't it? And who the fuck doesn't love Peter Pan!

Over to 'Country Fine'.

JAMES RADFORD: If it's any consolation, I always thought you guys were playing gay vampires. I never put the Peter Pan thing together.

The camera shoots over to S.O.B., who starts laughing uncontrollably, only a few lines of dialogue comprehensible.

S.O.B.: You...hahahahahahahaha....God damn...hahahahahahaha....Crackers...hahahahahahahahaha!

S.O.B. falls off the stool he was sitting on, but the laughter can still be heard, as the camera pans back over to Redrum.

REDRUM: Do you guys ever get the feeling we're all just pawns on a giant chess board, and we as pieces have no idea who the players are. I mean...what if we're being controlled by an asshole!

Over to James Radford.

JAMES RADFORD:.............

Over to The Lost Boyz:

THE LOST BOYZ: ...........

Over to S.O.B., which is now an empty stool.

S.O.B.: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Crackers....Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Suddenly the door bursts open, and the camera shoots up to find Ji standing inside the frame with a fraught expression on his face.

JI: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU IDIOT'S DOING IN HERE! This is Lady Munin's office!

The camera sweeps back, and shows that Redrum has been sitting behind Munin's desk the entire time, with the other Enhancement talent sitting on chairs in a semi-circle around the desk. The Joint still burns brightly, having made it's way all the way back to the deranged clown. He smiles sheepishly at Ji.

REDRUM: Relax, bro.

JI: Relax? RELAX?!? She's going to kill me!

REDRUM: Even more reason to chill. Here...have some.

Redrum extends his hand holding the joint carefully between forefinger and thumb towards Ji, and winks at him. Ji's face says that he is not amused, nor that he plans on doing any such thing.

5 MINUTES LATER

The camera has settled back to it's original view, but this time it's focus is on Ji, who takes a huge hit off the joint.

JI: Hahaha....You guy's are in sooooooooo much trouble...

Laughter can be heard from all corners of the room as the scene switches back to ringside.

Singles Match
Airborne versus Julian Justice

PERCY: Ummmm....Oooook!

CAT: Listen, I'm gonna go take five.

PERCY: Caitlin Casey! You are not going back there to smoke up with those idiots! They are all probably about to lose their jobs!

CAT: Oh, You're no fun Percy!

PERCY: How about we just focus on what's about to happen right here in front of us, cause Rhonda's already in the ring and ready to go...

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall....

As Cat pouts, 'The Sound of Madness' by Shinedown blares through the arena speakers. Suddenly Airborne appears, flying through the curtain after leaping off a jump board. He lands in the middle of the Ramp to the ring, while the fans erupt into cheers.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Coming to the ring from Montgomery, Alabama...This is the Gravity Breaking, Death defying....AIRBORNE!!

Airborne makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands and giving out hugs as he goes. Once he reaches the ring apron, he hops to the ring apron with a single bound, grabs the top rope, and then launches himself into the ring with a front flip. He lands on his feet, spinning around, and pointing to the sky.

PERCY: Airborne is an exciting prospect who's garnered quite a following in Mexico. This should be an exciting match.

CAT: So basically he's like a jumping bean on crack!

PERCY: Well, No. He's not Mexican.

CAT: Jesus, Percy! That's pretty freakin' racist. I didn't think you had it in you!

"Summer Sixteen" blasts of the speakers and the fans roar with excitement. A spotlight sifts through the crowd as fans through out the venue are wearing Guy Fawkes masks. One man in particular, dressed in a hoodie with "Veni, Vidi, Vici" printed across the back of it, drops the hood to his shoulders and looks down from the rafters.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And his opponent, standing at six foot one, and weighting in at 210 pounds. He hails from West Texas, this is The Conqueror..... JULIAN JUSTICE!!!

The fans roar with madness as Julian Justice descends from the rafters and lands at ringside. He removes his mask and hoodie and gives it to a fan before sliding into the ring and hopping to his feet in the center of the ring. The two men stare across the ring at one another as Rhonda makes her exit, and A-Ref goes over his rules. Once everyone is ready, he signals for the bell, and the match is underway.

PERCY: Airborne and Justice circling one another, and shoot in for the tie up.

CAT: Oh...so it's going to be one of those kind of matches.

PERCY: What do you mean?

CAT: You know...the kind without blood and guts.

PERCY: Not every match has blood and guts, Cat. Sometimes they are true contests of sportsmanship.

CAT: Whatever. I like blood and guts.

Airborne drops to one knee out of the tie up, hooks Julian through the legs, and then takes him over into a short fireman's carry. Julian hits the mat, and Airborne immediately grabs him into a headlock, cinching up tight. Justice rolls up to a knee, forcing Airborne up as well, and drives a forearm into the high flyers gut. Then another. A third breaks the hold, and Justice fires those same rights into the young mans jaw. Airborne is knocked back into the ropes, and Justice grabs for his wrist, shooting him off to the other side. Airborne rebounds and ducks a lariat, and then the back elbow past the follow through. When he returns, Justice is there to catch him in a tilt-a-whirl, but Airborne locks his legs around Julian's head, and takes him over to the mat with lightening speed.

PERCY: Tilt-a-whirl head scissors take over by Airborne, but Justice popped up to his feet just as soon as he landed! Rushes in at Airborne, but he catches him with a Japanese Arm Drag! Back up, and Walks into another!

CAT: This is some fast and furious action!

Justice is slower to get up after the second Japanese arm drag, and Airborne helps him to his feet before sending him off the ropes. Justice rebounds and Airborne catches him with a dropkick right to the mush sending him crashing to the mat.

PERCY: That was some impressive elevation on that standing drop kick! Airborne back on his feet, hit's off the ropes, and springs high into the air with a Knee drop right down across the forehead of Julian Justice!

CAT: That'll split your cantaloupe open!

PERCY: Damn right! Airborne for the cover!

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PERCY: Kick Out! It's a little early in the contest, but if Airborne keeps rolling like this, it's going to be over sooner than later.

Airborne pulls Julian up to his feet, hooks him around the head, and goes for a suplex. Julian, however, puts his leg between Airborne's, effectively blocking the maneuver. Airborne attempts again, but once more Julian blocks it. Stiff forearm shots to the gut cause Airborne to abandon the hold, but the right hand to the jaw sends the man stumbling over to a corner. Julian rubs his forehead for just a second before following him in, dropping his shoulder down into the high flyers midsection. Another shoulder thrust tucks Airborne between the turnbuckles, and Julian steps back to plant him with a European Uppercut that damn near takes his head off.

PERCY: What a shot from Julian Justice! Justice taking Airborne by the wrist now, shoots him to the far side, and following him in. AIRBORNE JUST RAN UP THE TURNBUCKLES! Moonsault attempt but Justice ducks it, and AIRBORNE LANDS ON HIS FEET! Airborne rushing in from behind, but Julian grabs hold of the top rope, bounces off the bottom, and throws his legs out behind him. Airborne ducks the mule kick to end up right back in the corner with Justice landing behind him. Airborne turns around, and OH! Boot to the midsection doubles Airborne over, Justice hopping up to the second rope for some spring, and HOOKS AIRBORNE AROUND THE HEAD ON HIS WAY DOWN FOR A DDT!!!

CAT: Ok, even by my standards that was awesome!

Justice goes for a cover, but both men are partially under the ropes, and A-Ref calls it. Julian grabs Airborne by a leg and an arm, and drags him towards the center of the ring, and then drops, with A-Ref close behind.

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PERCY: KICK OUT! Justice looks a little frustrated with A-Ref. If he had been allowed to get the immediate cover, this one might have been over quickly, but the rules are the rules for a reason.

CAT: (Mocking) The rules are the rules for a reason. GOD! Can you be anymore cheesy, Opie?

Justice pulls Airborne up to his feet, and pushes him back into the ropes before sending him to the other side. Airborne rebounds and Justice is there, lifting the man up for what appears to be a Spine Buster until Airborne uses the added boost into the air to change directions, turning the move into a Missile Drop Kick instead. Justice slams off the mat as Airborne picks himself up, falling back into a corner and holding the top of his head from the previous exchange. Justice slowly gets to his feet, and Airborne rushes out of the corner to take advantage of his opponent by hooking him around the midsection from behind, and taking him over into a devestating German Suplex. He maintains his hold around the waist, bridging to create a pin.

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Thre-Justice manages to kick out at the last second, causing Airborne to roll away from him in surprise. The young man wastes little time getting up to his feet, and heading for a corner, springing all the way up to perch himself on the top. Justice groggily gets up to his feet, signaling Airborne to stand to his full height, subsequently bringing everyone in attendance to their feet as well. Justice looks around the area, and not seeing Airborne, turns slowly in the opposite direction, just as the young man takes flight with a Spinning Heel Kick. Justice, however, dives out of the way, leaving nothing but hard canvas to break Airborne's fall.

PERCY: Oh, crash and burn for Airborne, giving Julian Justice time to recover after that German Suplex.

CAT: Yep. Mexican jumping bean just planted himself.

Airborne rolls up to his feet, and turns to see Justice standing by the ropes collecting himself. He takes off in that direction, but Justice drops his shoulder at the last minute, sending Airborne up and over the top rope. The high flyer has the where-with-all to grab the top rope on his way, and safely lands on the ring apron. Justice turns to survey the damage, and much to his surprise catches a forearm to the jaw from Airborne. Julian stumbles back, giving Airborne enough time to springboard to the top rope, and come flying off. Much to his surprise, he is caught in mid air by justice, turning the maneuver into a modified power slam. Airborne is slammed viciously to the mat, with Justice remaining on top of him for a pin.

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PERCY: Thre--KICK OUT! Man, I really thought that was it this time!

CAT: These two guys seem pretty evenly matched. It's as if one can't get over on the other.

Justice pulls himself up and stumbles for a corner while Airborne writhes on the mat clutching at his lower back. Julian steps through the ropes to the ring apron, and then begins to climb up the turnbuckles until positioned on top.

PERCY: Looks like it's Justice's turn to take a risk....

CAT: When will these guys ever learn?

With Airborne still flat on the mat, Justice stands to his full height, and twirls his hands out in front of him signaling the fans to cheer loudly. With a bounce from the top rope for spring, Justice launches himself into a flip, then another partial flip after the first, and comes crashing down on his opponent. Unfortunately, his opponent had the move scouted.

PERCY: AIRBORNE GETS HIS KNEES UP! My god, a beautiful 450 Splash by Julian Justice, but he came down chest and ribs first across Airborne's knees!

CAT: What'd I tell you?!? Now both of these guys are down!

As both men writhe around on the mat, Justice holding his injured ribs, and Airborne clutching at his bruised spine, A-Ref shrugs, and begins the count.

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PERCY: Both of these guys have til the count of 10 to get to their feet, or this one is over.

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CAT: That would be a bull shit way to end this match, Percy.

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PERCY: I agree that it isn't optimal, but they've done a great job of thwarting one another's momentum. HEY! WAIT! Airborne is moving!

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CAT: So is Julian Justice!

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At the count of eight both men pull themselves up on opposite sides of the ring by way of the ropes. They both lock eyes from across the ring, and both take off into a sprint towards the other. Airborne launches himself for a cross body, and at the same exact moment Julian Justice goes for one as well. The two men collide in the center of the ring with enough impact to cause their bodies to twist in the air and then separate, only to come crashing down in a heap to the canvas. A-Ref does a double take, and then starts his ten count again.

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PERCY: I can't believe this!

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CAT: These guys are like attack of the clones or something!

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PERCY: No, they are just that good, Cat. I've never seen two guys so evenly matched.

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CAT: It's almost like they are clairvoyant or something.

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PERCY: Justice just got to one knee, and Airborne has rolled out onto the ring apron, but neither man is out of the woods yet!

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Just before A-Ref can get to 10, Justice pushes up off his knee, and stumbles over to the ropes clutching his ribs. Airborne reaches up grabbing the top rope, and pulls himself to his feet on the ring apron. Justice notices Airborne across the ring, and takes off in a sprint. Just as he's about to reach the man, he brings one leg up, and throws his boot out for a Yakuza Kick, but Airborne drops back down to the apron, taking the top rope with him. Justice's leg passes over the rope, and Airborne lets it go just in time to spring back up and crotch Justice, who bounces there for a moment in shock and pain.

PERCY: Julian Justice just got crotched on that top rope, and Airborne rolls back inside the ring. Up to his feet now, and he takes a stutter step towards the corner closest to where Justice is teetering....OH! Springboard Back Elbow catches Justice right in the face, and knocks him from the ropes to the concrete floor!

CAT: That'll smart for awhile!

Airborne hops back up to his feet, and watches Julian Justice from inside the ring as he crawls to the guardrail to try and pull himself up. The crowd comes to their feet, anticipating an epic flight from the arsenal of the enigmatic high flyer, and they are not to be disappointed. As soon as Justice reaches his feet, Airborne takes off to the far side, hitting the ropes for added momentum as he rushes back across the ring, springboards up to the top rope, and then launches himself off in a corkscrew splancha. He lands firmly on Justice, driving the man down to the concrete hard, but landing in such a way that he's able to pop right back up to his feet. This gets a huge reaction from the fans, who laud the aerial savant with their cheers. He salutes them just before jerking Justice up to his feet, and shooting him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He crawls in behind him quickly, and hooks the leg for a cover.

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PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Man, I thought this thing was over!

CAT: You and me both!

Airborne doesn't waste any time arguing with A-Ref as he gets to his feet, rushes over to one of the corners, and then pops up to perch himself on the top. He calls out to the fans who call back to him, just before he leaps out into the air on a downed Julian Justice. He seems to hang in the air as if time itself has stopped. Then his body begins to spin, then goes into a corkscrew, and ultimately ends it's movement with a Senton Bomb down across Justice's midsection.

PERCY: OH MY GOD! Airborne calls that maneuver Invertigo! What a beautiful move.

CAT: Is that guy part eagle?

PERCY: Airborne going for the cover!

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A-Ref calls for the bell, and Airborne thrusts up in excitement from his win.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pin fall....AIRBORNE!!

A-Ref takes Airborne by the wrist, and lifts his hand in victory, and he nods along with the crowd who have taken up a chant. Julian Justice clutches at his midsection as he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, and slowly makes his way towards the back, leaving Airborne to celebrate in the ring.

PERCY: Big win for Airborne here tonight, and I think we can bet on seeing great things out of this kid. He has a bright future here in PAW!

CAT: Yeah, I have to admit, the jumping bean didn't do too poorly, but I wouldn't count Julian Justice out yet. He just had a tough break this go around.

PERCY: Indeed. Well folks, while Airborne celebrates, why don't we check and see if anything's going down backstage?

When the cameras reach backstage they find 4Loco and his security team standing in the security office. He has them gathered in a circle for a team meeting.

4LOCO: Alright boys, we need a team meeting. Too much has gone on in recent shows. It looks bad on Munin and most of all, we look incompetent when you have invaders, cult’s running amok on main events and a madman trying to hang people in the ring.

SECURITY GUARD 1: Boss, not to go against you. But wouldn’t it have been better to do this before the show. Or during the week?

4LOCO: When your boss we’ll do it your way but I’m the Hefe here and we’ll have meetings when I say so. Got it?

4Loco looks the group over, eyeing them off.

4LOCO: Okay, now back to it.

He claps his hands and suddenly the door to the room slams shut. One of the guards tries to open in but when it won’t open, he throws a shoulder into it but the door and frame are reinforced steel, a cost cutting measure to prevent it from being destroyed on a weekly basis by wrestling brawling backstage.

SECURITY GUARD 2: Boss, I think we’re stuck in here.

Singles Match
Trixie versus Kelsey Spencer

PERCY: What the hell?!? Security's been locked up in their office!

CAT: Looks like someone has something planned here tonight, and doesn't want to be stopped.

PERCY: Yeah, but who? There are a number of suspects, especially when you have people like Stevie Harris and Jack Nomad hanging around. What does this mean for the show?

CAT: Well, until that person reveals themselves, I don't think there's any reason to sit around speculating on it. Especially when Rhonda's in the ring, ready to get this show on the road!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This next match is scheduled for one fall or submission....

"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: Well, it doesn't appear that Trixie is favoring that leg any after her brutal encounter with Jack Nomad last show, however, looks can be deceiving.

CAT: Yeah, she's looking good, but we'll see if she can pull it off this time. She hasn't won a match in like...how many shows now?

PERCY: Hey! Trixie's had a rough go of it, but I'm certain once she finds her stride, she's going to do just fine here in PAW.

CAT: Damn, Percy. You almost sound defensive. Does someone have a crush?

PERCY: No comment.

"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 her opponent, 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.

PERCY: Kelsey Spencer got a huge win in her debut match last show, but suffered much the same effects as Trixie at the hands of Jack Nomad.

CAT: Yeah, that should make this match pretty even, since both women aren't necessarily one hundred percent.

PERCY: A-Ref just called for the bell, and this one is underway!

Trixie and Kelsey begin to circle one another, and just before they tie up, they slap each other's hands in a sign of respect. Both women jockey for position out of the tie up, until Trixie comes away with the upper hand, taking Spencer by the wrist, and pulling it into an arm wringer. The Blonde Bombshell spins under the arms, increasing the torque on Spencer's shoulder socket, as Blue Thunder smacks at her shoulder in pain. Spencer pulls Trixie towards the ropes, but the blonde positions herself between them so that Kelsey can't make a grab to break the hold. Seeing no alternative, Kelsey ducks her head and rolls forward, untwisting her arm, pops back up to her feet, grabs Trixie by the arm, and turns it into a reversal, locking Trixie into the arm twist. Trixie waists little time reversing this hold by slipping under Kelsey's arm, using her free hand to grab her elbow, and then pulls back, trapping the arm in a hammerlock from behind. Spencer, not to be outdone, quickly reverses the hammer lock into one of her own, but as soon as she's settled behind Trixie, she finds the point of one of the Blonde Bombshell's elbows right in her face. Kelsey let's loose of the hold, hands shooting up to guard her nose, while Trixie reaches back, and hooks her opponent around the head, snapmaring her over into a seated position, and then dropping down for a deep headlock.

PERCY: That was some fine chain wrestling right there, but it ended with Trixie ontop, and she is now in full control with that head lock.

CAT: Yeah, she's damn near laying on top of Spencer, forcing her to fight for every breath she takes.

Spencer rocks her leg for momentum, her half of the fans starting to drown out Trixie's half. The crowd and the rocking fall into unison, and it's all the woman needs to roll onto one knee, forcing Trixie up to her feet. She refuses to let loose the hold, however, and Kelsey Spencer finds herself having to dig down deep to finally regain her vertical base. She wraps her arms around Trixie's torso, and falls back into the ropes, shoving the woman forward to force a separation.

PERCY: Spencer's got Trixie off of her now, and The Blonde Bombshell's rebounding off the ropes...Oh, ducked the clothesline from Spencer! Ducks the back elbow on the follow through! Spencer drops her head for what looks to be a back body drop..and OH! Trixie just football kicked the woman right in the face!

CAT: Serves her right, she telegraphed that maneuver.

Spencer's body snaps upright from the force of the kick, and Trixie takes the opportunity to fall back into the ropes once more, and shoots off towards her opponent. This time, however, it's Spencer who has a response, as she leaps into the air out of no where with a drop kick that catches Trixie flush in the face. Both women come down to the mat, but Spencer is back up a second sooner than Trixie, catching the woman by the wrist, and shooting her off the ropes. As Trixie rebounds back, Spencer rushes the woman, hopping up into the air and wrapping her legs around Trixie's head. She then flips her body backwards, taking Trixie over head first into a Hurricanrana. Spencer stays in position for the cover, her legs still wrapped around the Blonde Bombshell's head.

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Rather than kick out, Trixie lifts her legs up and hooks Spencer around the shoulders, taking her over and down to the mat while simultaneously sitting up, forcing Kelsey's own legs to come down on top of her in a pin reversal.

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Kelsey kicks her legs backwards, rolling up to her feet while grabbing at Trixie's ankles, and yanking the woman flat on her back. She then rolls forwards, landing on top of the prone Trixie, while pulling her legs up with her for the added leverage to the pin.

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In an amazing bout of strength, Trixie wraps her arms around Spencer's midsection, bridges up out of the pin, and lifts her and the other woman's body up into the air, spins, hooks Spencer's arms, and then spins again with the arms still hooked to where they are now back to back. Trixie drops down to her knee's, taking Spencer over into a backslide pin.

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Kelsey kicks backwards, rolling herself up to her feet, and as Trixie lifts her head up to see what's going on, Spencer reaches out with a vicious reverse side kick that catches the Blonde Bombshell right in the face. The blow snaps Trixie the short distance down to the mat, and she clutches at her jaw as Spencer regroups to try and figure out what to do next.

PERCY: Amazing series of pin combinations there, but it came to an abrupt halt with that vicious boot by Kelsey!

CAT: Yeah, that looked like she might have just knocked some teeth out.

Trixie rolls up to one knee, still holding her jaw, and groggily gets to her feet as Spencer closes the distance between them, hooks the blonde around the head, and then takes her over with a snap suplex. They bang against the mat in unison, and Spencer immediately floats over into a cover.

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PERCY: Kickout! Trixie able to get out at two, and Spencer isn't slowing down here in the least. She just pulled Trixie up by the neck, and scoop slams her back down to the canvas!

CAT: That was some ring positioning, Percy! She's already heading to the corner, and starting to climb. Girl wastes no motion!

The fans come to their feet as Kelsey reaches the top turnbuckle, turning her body to face the prone Trixie. She signals to the crowd who cheer even louder, before she takes flight, pulling her knee's into her chest with her arms, and then releasing them to come down with a beautiful frog splash. Or, it would have been beautiful, if Trixie didn't roll towards the turnbuckle and out of the way. Spencer slams into the canvas stomach and chest first, recoiling up to her feet holding her ribs, and then falling back down to drape herself across the middle rope on the far side of the ring. Trixie, slow to get to her feet, glances over to see this, and as quickly as she can, rushes at Spencer, turning at the last possible second so that her ass lands firmly on the back of Spencer's shoulders and neck, causing her to clothesline herself on the middle rope.

PERCY: Modified hot shot from Trixie, and Kelsey Spencer is rolling around the ring trying to catch a breath of air!

CAT: Trixie is rubbing at her spine, but she doesn't look like she's going to give Spencer that chance!

Trixie pulls Spencer up by the scruff of the neck, and drives her knee into the woman's gut, then pushes her back while holding onto her wrist, only to pull her back into another knee. This one strikes with such impact that Spencer cuts a flip and lands flat on her back, with Trixie never letting go of the wrist. She drops her knee down into Kelsey's face, and cinches further up on the arm to the elbow, locking in an armbar.

PERCY: Kelsey Spencer looks to be in trouble, as she's searching with her free hand for some sort of escape.

CAT: I don't know, Trixie's got that armbar pretty well cinched in, and with her knee grinding Spencer's face into the mat, it makes it kind of hard for her to make her way to the ropes.

Trixie maintains control of the wrist, but hops up to her feet real quick, pulling the injured arm out away from Kelsey's body, and then sends a vicious knee into the woman's joint causing her to cry out. Trixie quickly drops back down into the armbar, putting all of her weight onto Spencer's back, and really pulling tight against the shoulder. Spencer continues to anguish in pain, clawing at the canvas to try and find some reprieve, but vehemently screaming 'no' to A-Ref's question of submission. Finally, after the arm has been worked over for nearly three minutes, Kelsey Spencer, in one final tug, finds her hand on the bottom rope. A-Ref shoots around to in front of Trixie, who promptly releases the woman, and holds her hands up, backing away. The Blonde Bombshell looks out at the crowd with a coy grin, and does a little grind near the ropes causing the males in attendance to cheer wildly.

PERCY: Trixie playing up to the crowd while A-Ref makes sure that Spencer can continue, and he's saying have at it, so here we go!

CAT: OH! Vicious stomp on Kelsey Spencer's hand by Trixie! That girls playing for keeps.

PERCY: Well, she sort of has to, Cat. She needs this victory after everything that's happened over the past several weeks.

Spencer makes her way up to her feet, rotating her shoulder, and holding her arm from the damage that's been done. Trixie shoves her opponent back into the corner, and winds up with a thunderous chop. Then another. THEN ANOTHER! The crowd winces in unison with each echoing blow, and Trixie drags her out of the corner only to hook her around the head, and lift her so that she's now sitting on the top turnbuckle. Trixie grabs the ropes and pulls herself up into a standing position in front of Spencer from the second rope, and hooks the woman around the head as if she were thinking of going for a superplex. Suddenly Kelsey Spencer comes alive, driving her fist into Trixie's ribs with abandon. The stunned Trixie is forced to release the front face lock, and this allows Spencer to drive a few right hands directly into the surprised Bombshell's jaw. Trixie teeters on the second rope for a second, until finally Spencer is able to tuck her leg up to her chest, put her boot on Trixie's midsection, and shove her from her perch. Trixie is sent crashing down to the mat, and sprawls out on the canvas holding her neck.

PERCY: Kelsey Spencer not willing to go for the ride on that occasion, and she's standing up to her full height now on the top turnbuckle...

CAT: What's she going to do?

PERCY: FROG SPLASH DOWN ONTO TRIXIE!!!

CAT: Well, I guess the second time's the charm!

Kelsey Spencer impacts off of Trixie, and it causes her to bounce up and over onto her side, clutching at her own ribs after the high risk maneuver. The pain is not so great, however, that it keeps her from making a cover, as she rolls back towards Trixie and hooks a leg.

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PERCY: Thre-KICKOUT! Trixie able to get the arm up, and it looks like we've still got a match to call in this one.

CAT: Those are some tough ladies right there, Percy.

Spencer gets up to her feet still holding her ribs, but beckons for Trixie to do the same, taking up a position off to the side of her. Trixie slowly gets one knee under her, then a foot, until finally pushing up to a vertical base. Spencer is there waiting for her, slipping her head under Trixie's armpit in a side suplex position.

PERCY: Kelsey Spencer looks like she's about to go for the Blue Thunder Bomb...HAS TRIXIE UP, COMMITS TO THE SPIN....WAIT!! TRIXIE GOT HER BY THE WRIST ON HER WAY UP, AND USED THE SPIN TO TURN IT INTO AN ARM BAR DDT!!

CAT: Ouch! That looked like it was painful!

PERCY: Yeah, and Kelsey Spencer just rolling around on the mat holding that injured arm, and Trixie getting gingerly back up to her feet.....She doesn't look like she's in the mood to take prisoners!!

Trixie steps over to where Spencer is writhing, and proceeds to start laying the boots to the woman also known as Blue Thunder. The fans boo a bit at this vicious side of Trixie, but not fully ready to completely give over to hatred like with a Calvin Harris. Trixie relents in her attack, and reaches down to grab Spencer by the injured arm, jerking her up to her feet. She takes her by the wrist, pushes her back into the ropes, and then shoots her to the other side. Spencer rebounds, and on her way back Trixie lowers her head for a back body drop. Spencer jumps the roadblock like a hurdle, comes to a dead stop, and when Trixie turns back around, she catches the Blonde Bombshell around the midsection, and sends her crashing down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. She goes for a cover.

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PERCY: Thre-LAST MINUTE KICK OUT BY TRIXIE! And Kelsey Spencer is in shock! She doesn't know what to do!

CAT: She better stay on her, and stop worrying about whether she's within the rules or not!

Spencer helps a dazed Trixie up to her feet, and without any warning, the Blonde Bombshell knocks Spencer's hands off her, shoves her back a step, and then drives the point of her boot right up into the other woman's crotch.

PERCY: COULDN'T HELP MYSELF TO SPENCER!!

CAT: Every damn time. You'd think her opponents would have that scouted by now.

Spencer's eyes bulge from her head as she falls backwards to the mat holding her nether regions, while A-Ref admonishes Trixie, giving her opponent a chance to catch her breath. The fans, despite being split between the two, cheer wildly for the now familiar favorite from the spirited blonde. Trixie quickly drops onto Spencer for a cover.

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Thre...Just as A-Ref's hand is about to slap the mat for the third time, Spencer is able to roll her shoulder off the mat, causing him to have to redirect his falling arm. Trixie hops up, throwing her hands over her head, and the fans look on confusedly, unsure what just happened.

PERCY: Trixie think's she's won this thing, but it looked to me like Spencer may have got out of it at the last possible nano-second.

CAT: Yeah, I think that's what A-Ref is trying to tell her...and she's not having any of it.

A-Ref takes Trixie by the wrist, and pulls her hand down, waving his own hands out in front of him to signal 'No fall'. The two begin to argue back and forth, and he makes a rolling motion with his shoulder to show that Kelsey got the shoulder up in time despite his hand position. In frustration Trixie waves him off, and turns back to where Kelsey is trying to get back to her feet. She reaches out to take the woman by the head, and is suddenly caught in a small package.

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PERCY: Kelsey Spencer with a surprise pin, and Trixie can't believe it!

CAT: Hell, I don't believe it!

Trixie hops up and argues with A-Ref as he helps Spencer up to her feet, and raises her hand in victory.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest by pin fall, 'BLUE THUNDER' KELSEY SPENCER!!!

The fans cheer for Spencer as she forces a smile despite the anguish she still felt in the pit of her stomach after the low blow. Trixie finally stopped her arguing, and waved A-Ref and Spencer off, making her way towards the ropes to exit the ring. Just as she's about to slip between the middle ropes, Kelsey Spencer rushes over and stops her from departing. She begs her to come back into the ring, and at first Trixie seems not to care, but after some more coaching, she finally steps back to the center of the ring. She throws her hands out at her sides in confusion, and then places them on her shapely hips.

PERCY: Not sure what this is all about....wait......Kelsey Spencer is offering her hand to Trixie!

CAT: What an idiot! Bash her brains in Trixie!

Trixie looks out at the fans, then back to Kelsey, and while still shaking her head reaches out and takes the other female competitors hand. Kelsey pulls Trixie into a hug, and hops up and down in excitement, causing even Trixie to smile after awhile. The two women shake hands one more time, and Trixie salutes her before exiting the ring. The fans cheer loudly for both women, as Spencer takes a turnbuckle, and celebrates in the ring.

PERCY: Now that's refreshing to see....hell, I think those two young women just made PAW history!

CAT: How?!? On making everyone spontaneously vomit at the same exact time?

PERCY: No! They are the first PAW competitors to actually shake hands after a contest, and show mutual respect towards one another.

CAT: Well, La-Dee-Da! What a bunch of ass hats.

PERCY: Kelsey Spencer takes home a well earned victory in a very back and forth match, and Trixie is all class for taking the loss in stride. Speaking of classy ladies...I hear we've got something going on backstage with one of our newest talents. Let's check it out!

So far Wicked 10 had proven to be an event that no one wanted to miss. In that being said there happened to be a camera crew that found themselves cutting away from the action that had just ended in the ring. Right away their focus was on a young blonde woman that seemed to be just walking around with no real purpose. She almost looked a little lost, but when her beautiful blue eyes found themselves settling on those cameras. When her adorable little dimples popped out from her smile. It became clear to everyone watching that there was a reason for her existence.

AVA: Hiiiiiiiiiii!

The overly excited young woman waved her hand from side to side greeting the official PAW cameras.

AVA: Most of you don't know who I am. I am very understanding of that. It's not like I'm holding championship gold like Press or Calvin Harris. It isn't like I've been places and got my name out there like Pixie or Johnny Raike. It isn't like I am in some type of position of power where my name just commands attention like Lady Munin. I'm just a girl who isn't very known who happens to exist in professional wrestling...

She found herself leaving everyone with a bit of a cliff hanger with her statement. There was still some confusion on just exactly who she was or what her purpose was being on PAW television.

AVA: I assure you though ladies and gentlemen. There is a reason that I exist in professional wrestling. That has everything to do with the fact that ever since I was a little girl. Wrestling has caught my attention. Ever since I was a little girl and watched my first wrestling match. I knew that's what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. A dream that started when I was seventeen and has carried on for the last three years. I've already done more than most people. I've actually began to chase after my dreams. Though I'm not satisfied with just chasing my dream. Instead I am a girl that must make my dream a reality and what I want most is to be the best professional wrestler there ever was. Not to best female wrestler, but the best PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER there ever was!

Her pearly white teeth could be seen as she made the statement with confidence and excitement all rolled up into one.

AVA: That's why I've come to Pure Amusement Wrestling. Right now some of the best wrestlers in the world have come to this place. Right now some of the best wrestling in the world is taking place in PAW. Right now PAW is without a doubt the place to be when it comes to wanting to prove yourself. I could have chosen anywhere. I could have continued to wrestle in Japan. I could have chose to go to the UK and wrestle. I could have went down to Mexico and focused on my craft. I could have found somewhere else in the United States. But I didn't and that's because I want to be where the best of the best is so I can learn to be the best.

The young woman's pacing had come to an end. She kept that smile spread across her lips. It had started to set in to the fans that there was going to be a new star on the horizon. Something the fans seemed to be all for as their cheers could be heard for the young woman.

AVA: Pure Amusement Wrestling... My name is Ava and I vow to be someone that you can admire. I'll never be a quitter, I'll never back down from a fight, no task will ever be too much for me to overcome, and more importantly I'll never let you down!

Finally in learning the young woman's name. She proceeded to make a heart like shape with her hands and then gave a small wink towards the cameras. Her message was made loud and clear to the PAW audience. Now it was a matter of seeing what was going to happen with this young woman's career. Talking a big game and then actually proving to have a big game were two different things. She was right though PAW was the place to be in order to prove herself. Soon enough the audience would see how it pans out for her.

The Dick Reynold's Open Invitational
Singles Match
Alex Blake versus (Unknown)

PERCY: Well, it looks like we have another beautiful woman who want's to make the PAW Universe happy.

CAT: These women and their good vibes....God, it makes me sick!

PERCY: Come on, Cat! Even you have to admit that every once in awhile it's nice to have some sportsman like conduct out here.

CAT: Hell no I don't! I like Nomad and Pixie's type of conduct alot better.

The two commentators are cut off by Gold, Guns and Girls by Metric hitting the speakers, and Alex Blake rushing out on stage! In white trunks and a black leather jacket, he waves out to the crowd who politely cheer him. The reality TV show star makes his way down to the ring where Rhonda is waiting with a mic for him.

ALEX BLAKE: Thank you Purity! It’s been a while since I stepped foot in a ring. I had some big German dingus powerbomb and suplex me thirty times. I may have won but it left me sidelined… Until tonight! Last week I issued an open challenge to anyone at all and the rumors going around are that Alex Cross is looking to settle the issue between us once and for all although personally I’m hoping for the premier talent himself, Johnny Ra-

Blake’s mic is cut off by the sounds of The Riverbed. The Gallows song speeds up as portions of the crowd begin to cheer that they’re with Stevie. At the top of the ramp, Stevie Harris slowly steps out from below the curtain in jeans and a singlet.

PERCY: Oh no.

CAT: Oh yes! Shut that douchebag up.

Harris slowly walks down the ramp with an intense focus on Alex. A portion of the crowd near the ramp goes rabid with enthusiasm as he passes them, trying to get a touch of their idol. He makes his way into the ring and goes toe to toe with Blake. The two men are a similar build but the Aussie is more toned and oiled up compared to his grittier and much older counterpart. Harris begins to say something to Alex, who looks up the ramp confused then back to Stevie.

PERCY: What did he say? Blake looks concerned about something.

Stevie keeps talking in a low enough voice that the mic’s don’t catch it until Blake uses the mic in his hand to bash Stevie over the head. He throws it out of the ring as the bell goes and stalks Harris as he’s turning, looking for his signature Blake Out (RKO). Stevie turns and is caught in the Blake Out but reverses it into the Stranglehold! Alex fights as the bell rings, The-Ref sliding into the ring to officiate. Blake struggles in the sleeperhold and fights his way to the ropes, draping a leg over the middle rope. The-Ref starts a five count and makes it to four when he realizes that Stevie isn’t going to let go and tries to break it up by force.

PERCY: DQ the man, what kind of message is this sending to prospective Pure Amusement employees.

Stevie lets go of the Stranglehold, then shoves The-Ref out of the way and runs in to Blake, striking him with a kick to the side of the head as he’s tangled in the ropes. Blake stumbles out of the ring and Stevie follows, grabbing him by the hair and running the Aussie into the ring post.

CAT: I got a bad feeling about this… Why isn’t The-Ref counting them out?

Blake gets lead to the announce table where his head is slammed down hard. Stevie then whips Blake into the ring steps, running in after with a knee strike that slams into his ribs. He slowly takes his belt off, looking at the Aussie who’s barely holding his own weight up. The crowd begins to boo Stevie, watching on as the belt wraps itself around his fist like a python constricting its prey. Stevie grabs a handful of hair and unloads with a right hook that sends Blake tumbling over the ring steps. He follows, landing a shot to the back of Alex’s head as he’s struggling on the ground.

PERCY: Come on, I know the officiating on Stevie Harris matches has been a bit lax but he can’t be allowed to continue using his belt as a weapon.

Stevie’s close enough to the commentary table to hear this and snarls at them, uncoiling the belt and whipping the table to make them both jump. The-REF slides out of the ring and gets in between Stevie and the announcers pointing into the ring and saying something in Spanish that disgusts Stevie enough to get him focused back on the match. Harris grabs Blake and rolls him into the ring. He climbs the ring steps and slowly makes his way along the apron, eyeing off his prey as the Aussie lays sprawled out with blood beginning to cover his face. Stevie climbs in through the ropes and stands over Blake, coiling the belt around his fist once more much to the annoyance of The-REF. He doesn’t get to do anything about it though as Alex reaches up and pulls Stevie forward with an inside cradle.

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He’s enraged and starts whipping Blake with the belt, getting him with shots over the back and front as he tries to roll out of the ring. Blake makes it to safety and rolls out and under the bottom rope, only to have the belt buckle swing around over the top rope and make contact with his eye.

CAT: OUCH! That one could do some permanent damage. The-REF’s coming out to look over Alex as he’s huddled against the ring steps clutching his eye.

PERCY: That’s why we don’t allow belts in wrestling matches. Why is he being allowed to use this?

CAT: Oh so it’s fair for Lady Munin to give Alexandra Kelly permission to injury people and use weapons but not Stevie?

Stevie slides out of the ring and throws The-REF aside, grabbing Blake by his hair and pulling in in for the elevated pile driver he calls The Feast of Crows.

CAT: Feast of Crows on the floor, this one’s done. Alex can go get that medical attention he needs.

The-REF pushes Harris away, creating distance between the sadistic madman and Blake. He looks him over but Alex’s eyes are glazed over so he starts a 10 count, moving very fast in doing so.

PERCY: Just call the match off, he’s done. He wouldn’t even be able to answer a 20 count. Somebody in the back needs to make sure the ambulance is ready to roll.

The-REF makes it to seven quickly with no sign of movement from Blake. Stevie steps in and The-REF cautions him to stay away, so Harris rolls in and out of the ring and flips the latino ref off, finding the loophole in the ref’s plan to end the match. The-REF looks to the time keeper and goes to call the match off but before he can Stevie knocks him down with a belt wrapped right hand, sending the ref down. He looks over Blake and drags him up, propping him against the announce table. Blake falls to the ground the moment he’s not being held up but it doesn’t deter Stevie. He heads to the crowd and looks an audience member in the eye who had been booing him. The fan smiles and hands Stevie his chair.

PERCY: We need to vet the fans before they come in here. It’s not a safe environment having so many loons in the audience.

CAT: Wait, if we get paid by PAW and PAW makes its money from ticket sales. And tickets are being bought in bulk by Stevie… does that make him our boss? Where is this money coming from?

Stevie drops the chair on the floor next to Blake and picks the Aussie up, positioning him for another Feast of Crows – this time bringing him down head and neck first onto the steel chair. Harris picks Alex up and pushes him into the ring. The-REF starts to stir as Stevie is doing this, so Harris throws him into the ring as well. Following, he cover Alex Blake with one hand on his chest and the other covering his blood soaked face. The-REF rolls over for the pin, counting faster than usual.

1...

2...

3!!!

PERCY: Usually fast counts are frowned upon but that was more of a mercy killing by The-REF. Although I don’t understand why Stevie wasn’t DQ’d early on. Dark times here in PAW.

CAT: Alex bought this on himself. Saying he wanted to fight the top talent and then naming the likes of Cross, Flaming Youth and Johnny Raike, all men who fell in Stevie Harris championship bracket. Was Stevie supposed to let a slight like that pass?

The-REF is calling for medical attention but it’ll be for naught as Stevie Harris is digging around under the apron for his trademark

PERCY: That deranged lunatic has got his noose out again. That thing is banned in Pure Amusement Wrestling, get security out here before this taping gets placed on the cutting room floor like Wicked 4

CAT: Security and one of our camera men are trapped backstage.

PERCY: STILL???

Stevie hooks the noose around Alex’s neck and climbs out of the ring, dragging the limp Aussie out of there with one yank at a time. The-REF tries to stop him but Stevie’s dragged him all the way out and with the noose around the neck, he pulls Blake up for another Feast of Crows on the floor. The-REF gets shoved out of the way into the ring steps, where he slumps into them. Harris stands with the rope in hand and looks out to the crowd, who are a mix of happy faces and sickened paying fans. A young couple are standing near the guard rail wearing #ImWithStevie shirts so he tosses them the rope, urging them to pull on it.

PERCY: It’s St. Patrick's Day all over again. Those two in the crowd, now more are joining in and they’re dragging Alex Blake into the audience up the aisle. Why are no wrestling coming to help? No staff?

CAT: Alex was universally hated it seems. The only friend he had was Dick Reynolds.

PERCY: It’s hard to tell what’s going on but it looks like there’s a large circle forming around Blake and these so-called fans are beating him while Stevie Harris is standing ringside laughing his horrifying laugh. Blood of Alex Blake staining his shirt. This is a disgrace – Folks, I’m being told through my headset that security are free and the medical team is standing by, refusing to come out while Stevie Harris is ringside.

4Loco and his team come sprinting down the ramp. Stevie sees this and heads to the barrier on the other side of where his fans are assaulting Alex Blake, leaping the guardrail. The guards rush to Blake’s aid, throwing the fanatics aside and providing a safe passage for the medics to rush in with a stretcher. The-REF watches on, his concern concealed by his mask. 4Loco grabs him by the shirt collar and slaps A-REF’s brother, causing his mask to half fall off revealing blond hair underneath. 4Loco’s confused as shit and rips the mask off, revealing a blond haired man who sprints off around the ring and exits the same way Stevie did.

CAT: A-Ref’s brother is white?

PERCY: I don’t think that was A-REF’s brother… It was an IMPOSTOR!

CAT: Ohhhh...well that explains things. Well, No, Not really.

PERCY: The real story here is that Stevie Harris has once again maimed another PAW Superstar! This guy has got to be stopped!

CAT: Orrrrrr we could go to commercial break instead. I think that's a good plan. Lets cut to commercial.

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 Samson, John Champa, and Shane Ryder slowly walk out, standing at the top of the ramp, staring out to the booing crowd.

CAT: Well the GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 contingency dubbed as The Takeover are in the building for yet another Wicked taping!

PERCY: I heard that our very own Lady Munin had a closed door meeting with Joshua Samson over the weekend. I can only imagine that conversation between the two of them.

CAT: “Closed door?” I heard they were in a public restaurant in New Orleans.

The main bass line of the song kicks in and the three make their way down to the ring, the boos getting louder with each step. They stop at the bottom of the ramp, chuckling at the reaction they get.

PERCY: I wonder if there is any taped evidence of that meeting?

They make their way into the ring where Samson is quickly handed a microphone.

SAMSON: Guess who’s back?!

If it’s possible the crowd gets even louder.

SAMSON: That’s right you, swamp dancing muddy footed Bobby Bouche clones, we are back again. And once again we’re here to let Lady Itty Bitty know to GIVE IT BACK!

CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

PERCY: The P.A.W. fans have spoken once again!

SAMSON: Blah, blah, blah….as if I give a damn about what you people think! Get over yourself because whether you like it or not, WE, the men in this ring, are not going anywhere until we get back what belongs to us!

Champa and Ryder look out to the crowd as Samson stands center speaking into the mic.

SAMSON: So until we get the “Wild Card” Eddie Knoxville Television Championship and the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship back, you might as well get use to us coming and going as we please.

CAT: Where in the hell is Joshua Dane and Red Dragon?

Samson hands over the microphone to John Champa.

CHAMPA: For weeks the Ground Zero Crew has come in and began to take over. For Weeks the Ground Zero crew has ran unopposed, none of your so called heros have dared to try and stop us. None of your so called "Fight for the Right" good ole' boys has attempted to stand in the way of our movement. It's as if they don't even give a damn, and are just sitting by and willingly allowing us to destroy the very foundation of P.A.W. Ground Zero was a place that prided itself on being the absolute best in the fucking world. We took pride in knowing that we were the end all, be all in the realm of professional wrestling. We stood head and shoulders above all others who attempted to compete with us. But then Munin came along and tried to change everything, and we let her do it. We allowed her to become a household name, we allowed her to become the Lady of the Coliseum, we allowed her to become the Ground Zero World Heavyweight Champion, and we allowed her to walk her ass out of our company to try and fly with her own two wings.

The Big Shot begins to pace the ring.

CHAMPA: But when we asked for, and demanded our Championships back, that bitch high tailed it and has outright made a mockery of the name of Ground Zero Wrestling. You people think we're here ONLY for those Championships, no we're here to restore order, to restore the balance of power in this industry. You people are thinking that you can compete with the Goliaths of Wrestling, but we're here to put you back in your place and back at the bottom of the barrel where you fucks belong.

Champa smirks.

CHAMPA: I've begged and pleaded for someone, anyone, on the roster of PAW to step foot in the ring with the best that Ground Zero has to offer, but the only person that has even made a wimper at an attempt is Johnny Raike. The man who is the darling of PAW. It’s resident super hero, the man who has took it upon himself to stand up for Pure Amusement Wrestling. What a noble gesture, but like I told you weeks ago, Johnny, this isn’t a war that you can win. Pretty soon all of you will be out-numbered, out-gunned and over powered with the talent that Ground Zero brings to the table. But now Johnny has saw the light, now Johnny realizes what he's up against and has wisely back off of his challenge.

PERCY: I don’t think Johnny Raike in no way has backed off any challenge. His attention has been on regaining that Titan of the Midway Championship back from Calvin Harris!

CHAMPA: Not only does he have me to deal with, but he has Joshua Dane and now we have another GZW elite that will join the cause. This man, Shane Ryder has dedicated his life to showing you fucks just what real wrestling looks like. And if any of you feel the need, the urge, or the want to find out just what we are really about, we ain't hard to find. Just like my theme song says you will remember my name.

John hands the mic to Shane.

SHANE: PUUURRREEEE AMUSEMENT WRESTLING! How's everybody doing?

The crowd immediately lets out a chorus of boos and jeers as Shane looks around smiling.

SHANE: Wow! I must admit that this is pretty amusing! How many people are in here? Four maybe five thousand? And you guys call this the "Pure Arena"?

Shane looks over at Joshua and they both start laughing. After a few moments, they collect themselves and he continues.

SHANE: You've gotta be kidding me? I'm used to wrestling in front of crowds ten times this size! This is the place that you all have flocked to! Are you now merely birds in the rafters shitting all over the history of MY wrestling ring? Huh? Are you?!

Instantly the crowd starts throwing their drinks and popcorn into the ring. Several of the drinks hit their mark yet Shane stands there defiantly. Champa swats a drink out of the air before it makes contact with him while Samson dodges back and forth from getting hit.

SHANE: You people make me sick! You fans claim to love wrestling! But you would defile this ring with your garbage? How dare you! I am one of the reasons your asses are in those seats! I've been busting my ass day in and day out for wrestling since I was old enough to lace up my own god damn boots. I've busted my ass for GROUND ZERO WRESTLING since two thousand and two. Sure I've had my disputes with the company, but my loyalty has never wavered. I have been bleeding for GZW for fourteen fucking years and there is no group of talent anywhere on this planet that can match up to us. When GZfuckingW wants something accomplished...it happens. Plain and simple. And what does GZW want right now?

Shane kicks some trash around the ring and picks up a toy wrestling belt. He looks at it with a smile and proceeds to rip it to pieces before throwing it down to the mat.

SHANE: WE WANT OUR TITLES BACK!!! You have stolen something that does not belong to you! I'm speaking directly to you, Munin. I don't care about your "Coliseum" victory. You are no "Lady" to me. You are but a thief. A coward who ran away with something more valuable than her own life. You disgust me. You have brought shame and dishonor with you to Pure Amusement Wrestling. You have spit on the history of the W.C.E.K. Television Title. You have shat upon the history of the legendary World Heavyweight Title. You have disgraced yourself. And for all of this you deserve to suffer greatly. I shall make you scream in agony as I break every bone in your body...one by one. Until you realize what you have done, I will not stop coming for you. However, I will not do this immediately. In order to truly make you suffer, I feel the need to take what you love and destroy it. Pure Amusement Wrestling. Your new home. One by one, I will rip apart every man...or woman that gets in my way. Every piece that holds this place together will crumble as I make my way towards you.

Shane walks over to a ring corner and leans his back against the turnbuckles. He smirks and looks towards the entranceway.

SHANE: Now to start with numero uno. First on my list. Jack Nomad. You, sir, have a problem. There I was having a nice conversation with your lady on Twitter and you just had to interject. Now admittedly, Joshua was saying some things about Alexandra that would obviously get any boyfriend upset, but he is not a wrestler. Joshua is an Executive Representative for GZW here and you can't touch him. Of course, if you do, there will be consequences. But that is neither here nor there at the moment.

Samson mouths “untouchable”.

SHANE: I have merely been admiring Miss Kelly from a distance. Something about her is very intriguing to me. When a man sees something he likes...he goes after it. No matter the consequences. I am content with just being friendly with her for now. But if that changes and I have to go through you...well...so be it. Two birds, one stone. Of course you could just back off and let the better man through, but somehow I just don't think you are smart enough to do that. You seem like you enjoy a little bit of pain. So I can guarantee some for you. I'm willing to give Pure Amusement Wrestling a little taste of what is to come. So come on. Let's see if some of those threats can become promises. I could use some fun in my life. Or maybe I'll just ask Miss Kelly for some fun? Decisions...decisions. Oh well, time is up. This is all you people deserve from me for tonight. Despicable...

Shane goes to set the mic down on the mat, but quickly stands back up instead.

SHANE: Oh...by the way! Hey Alexandra! I'll be seeing you after the show sweetheart! Count on it!

The three men laugh as “Eureka Pile” kicks back in, and they parade around the ring. The announce team are spotted shaking their heads without anything further to say, and the scene fades to commercial.

THE CIRCLE TELEVISION NETWORK
Home of Kenzi Grey and Sid Rulez The World

The Box Office
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Contract Signing: Press & CJ O'Donnell

The announce team has disappeared for a brief intermission, and when the cameras shift over to the ring, there is a table in the center of the ring, with a table cloth with the PAW logo wrapping around it. Above all of this is a sign made up of hundreds of light bulbs that read 'The Box Office'. 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 steps over to the desk and sets his briefcase down, grabbing up one of the three microphones sitting upon the surface. 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: Welcome, one and all, ingrates and trailer trash, puritans and carnival folk, to The Box Office!

The fans shower Recoba with boo's as his smug expression scans the audience.

CROSS RECOBA: That Stevie Harris is something, isn't he? He absolutely destroyed Alex Blake just a few short moments ago, hung the man by his neck. Hell, he even got a little fan participation out of the act. Yet...

Cross holds his finger up, shaking his head in disappointment.

CROSS RECOBA: The one thing that Stevie Harris hasn't been able to do is knock Press off the mountain.

The fans cheer at the mention of the PAW Heavyweight Champion, and Cross shakes his head once more, this time in disdain.

CROSS RECOBA: You see, when I posted that $50,000 to the man that could leave that man laying, I thought for sure that Stevie Harris would be the one receiving the money. I mean, look at him. He's a certifiable nut job, capable of all manner of violence and destruction. From the minute that he stepped foot into this promotion he's cost people years from their career, got DVD's banned from production, had the censorship bureau breathing down our necks. He was the perfect candidate to destroy Press' life the way that he destroyed mine, but....well there it is. BUT!

Cross' lip curls around the word.

CROSS RECOBA: He has failed to do the job. On three separate occasions he has come against this seemingly immovable object, and failed to put him away. That's not saying that Stevie hasn't left a dent. Oh, he's put his mark all over Press, with belts, brass knucks, chair shots, even with the man's own title, BUT....he didn't put him down.

Cross shakes his head 'no', the smug expression returning.

CROSS RECOBA: And that's why, my next guest, is so important. He has an opportunity to finish what Stevie started. He has the opportunity to take a battered and bruised champion, and finally deliver the killing blow that we've all been waiting for. At Heat Stroke, when that happens, that man will be $50,000 richer. Hey, he might not be motivated by the money, but god damn....it sure couldn't hurt. That man, ladies and germs, is none other than the #1 Contender, CJ O'Donnell!

When the sun rises

I wake up and chase my dreams

I won't regret when the sun sets

Cause I live MY LIFE like I'm a beast

I'm a mothafucking beast

Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire

I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva

Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer

While I beat you in your head until you tire

I'm a motherfucking beast

As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena. As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.

I'ma motherfucking beast

I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast

I'ma mothafuckin' beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

I'm a motherfucking beast right

Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside

We playing war games, please hide

Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride

Bust shots from a car seat

Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke

Choke with you with a Stethoscope

That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street

Caleb reaches the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.

I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!

I'ma mothafuckin' beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

CJ enters the ring, smoothing out his black Unstable shirt, and joins Cross Recoba by the table. Recoba extends his hand, and CJ looks down at it for a minute before reaching out and taking it himself as the music fades, and the fans continue to boo. The two men release their handshake, and CJ takes one of the microphones sitting on the table as Cross steps forwards to address the less than enthusiastic crowd once again.

CROSS RECOBA: You neanderthals need to learn some fucking respect! How on earth can you boo this man! He's your NEXT PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!

The crowds reaction explodes back against Recoba, as an 'asshole' chant starts somewhere in the back. Before you know it, the entire arena becomes one, taking up the mantra, and leaving Cross Recoba to stand there in utter dismay. He turns to CJ, and point to the crowd in disbelief, before bringing the mic back up to his lips.

CROSS RECOBA: If you idiots wouldn't mind, I'd like to talk to my guest for a minute. (Turns back to CJ) CJ O'Donnell, welcome to The Box Office.

O'Donnell offers a smile, and nods, lifting the microphone to his lips.

CJ O'DONNELL: Appreciate you having me, Mr. Recoba, and although I'm sure these people out here would love to hear all that I have to say, I'd much rather just get this show on the road, get this contract signed, and make sure that everything is ready for when I become the NEW PAW Heavyweight Champion...

Recoba beamed, nodding his head in understanding.

CROSS RECOBA: Spoken like a true champion, indeed. Well....

A look of disgust flashes across Cross' face.

CROSS RECOBA: Let's go ahead and get that big lummox out here. If nothing else, it will be entertaining watching him try to spell his own name....

The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" begins to blare across the arena. Red strobe-lights begin to flicker all around the ring and ramp way, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of the massive Press can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the four small screens.

WITH THIS PASS

I CAN GO ANYWHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE!

At the chorus of the song Press bursts through the curtain, and thrusts his PAW Heavyweight Championship high into the air with a grimace spread across his face. He scans the crowd as he stalks down towards the ring, and upon reaching ringside he hops up on the apron, and enters the ring by swinging his leg up and over the top rope. He stops to stare at CJ O'Donnell and Cross Recoba for a long second, before lifting the belt once more, never taking his eyes from them. The crowd goes wild, and he holds the pose for a minute, flash photography going off all around the arena. He smirks a bit, tossing the championship over his shoulder, and raises the mic he brought with him from the back.

PRESS: You know, I like that, O'Donnell. Straight and to the point. No need for long drawn out banter, or the needless words of a glorified mic stand....

Press pauses to look at Recoba, who's face goes red at the remark, fuming.

PRESS: Nah, let's just get this over with.

With that, Press slips his mic into his pocket, steps past the two men over to the table, takes one of the pens, and signs the contract without hesitation. He drops the pen, steps back away from the table, and crosses his arms over his chest, awaiting O'Donnell. CJ stares at him for a moment, and then slides over to the table as well, making sure to put it between him and the big man. He slides the contract over, lifts and reads a few lines on each page, then shrugs, and signs it himself. He throws the pen down, and stands to his full height, looking over at the Champion confidently.

CROSS RECOBA: Well, there you have it folks! We've got a date with destiny on June 9th, right here in the Pure Arena at Heat Stroke. On that night, we will finally see the dethroning of the illegitimate champion, and if we're lucky, maybe there will be just enough Irish Knowledge left to put his idiot partner back on the shelf for another three months!

Press bristled at the words, and made a step forward, fishing out his mic.

PRESS: You know, Cross, when we had our match way back when, I never actually intended to cripple your ass....it was just an inadvertent accident. But I never lost any sleep over it, because of all the people who've faced me and gotten hurt, you are the one who most deserved it. You fuc...

Out of nowhere, mid-sentence, a voice blasts through a megaphone cutting through all other noise like the white-hot focused beam of a laser.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: All right people fan out. Let’s get these walls properly measured.

All heads turn to the top of the ramp where holding the megaphone in a collared button-up dress shirt is a man few of these people recognize: Francis Ford Cuppola. He is flanked by a small group of skilled trades people bearing measuring tape, voltmeters and similar surveying equipment. Some from his entourage fan out to either side along the walls of the El Paso County Coliseum, extending their tape towards the ceiling and recording their findings on little notepads. Francis maintains the megaphone.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Excellent.

In lockstep, barely conscious of the impact he’s made, Francis leads his little group down the ramp.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I want the voltage accurately gauged on those plugs there.

He points out and someone drops away from the mini parade to use their voltmeter, and the rest of the Cuppola train keeps moving. In the ring, everything’s ground to a halt and Francis is noticeably confused and uncertain the closer he gets. Some in the crowd boo, and parts of Francis’ entourage seem offended. Francis scales the ring steps and looks around himself obliviously clueless. Before he steps through the ring ropes, Francis is handed a microphone he takes but clearly isn’t sure why he has it. With a shrug he steps to a confused Cross Recoba, lifts the megaphone, and the microphone in front of it and,

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?

The speaker system nearly blows, everyone covers their ears and winces. Cross Recoba is nearly blasted out of the ring by the volume. Francis is bewildered, looking to the microphone with a blink before lowering it, and preferring the megaphone just as Cross Recoba had recovered.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?

With apparent irritation Cross Recoba reaches to grab the megaphone out of Francis’ hand. It’s a mild scuffle where Francis’ small group is unsure of how to react, Francis himself is unsure of its purpose. His and Cross Recoba’s voices are amplified by the various voice amplification devices now close by.

CROSS RECOBA: GIVE ME THAT….

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: WHAT ARE YOU… UNHAND ME YOU…. FOOL! SWINE! THIS IS… MY… LOUD…SPEAKER.. GAH!

Recoba wrests control of the megaphone and angrily tosses it from the ring with smug satisfaction. Francis straightens his collar proudly and remembers his microphone.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Clearly that’s why I was given this thing.

Shouts of ‘who are you’ ring out through crowd. Francis ignores that and is instead hung up on the presences in the ring, first eyeing C.J. with a frown, then Press, whose height takes him a back. He motions back to his entourage.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Somebody measure this man. I need to know what kind of focal length we’re looking at for clean portraiture.

At once he’s obeyed, much to Press’ chagrin. The look of dismay at Francis’ presence doesn’t seem to clue him in. He inspects the turnbuckle before looking to one of his coterie.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Dwayne, if I didn’t know better I’d say this is a wrestling ring.

Barely audible is a “that’s right, sir” which makes Francis do a double take at him. Finally, the unhappiness of the actual talented people in the ring at being subjected to this auteur’s interruption spurs someone to interject.

CROSS RECOBA: Yes… this is a wrestling ring. And you, old man, are interrupting a very important—

Francis looks back to whomever it was who responded to the name ‘Dwayne’.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: See? I told you. It IS a wrestling event.

Francis looks back to C.J., Cross, and Press apologetically.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Now it appears there’s been a miscommunication. Earlier this week when I showed up in Purity Louisiana for the location scout of my movie: French Mime Assassins (Due out in 2017, probably December,) I was told this “WICKET” show was taking place in an AMUSEMENT PARK. Is that wrong?

Shouts of “NO”, and shakes of the head make Francis reconsider with a clueless, but amiable frown that hints at an idea being formed.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: So… you’re saying this is BOTH an Amusement Park AND a Wrestling promotion?

Return shouts of “YES” and “Get out of the Ring”. Francis nods a slow nod of realization as the consensus comes in and turns back to his team who have all gathered with him in the ring.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Take a knee boys.

Oblivious to the fact that those in the ring may want to continue their signing, Francis’ group takes a football huddle around him as he continues with the microphone.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Originally we came here to location scout for my movie, again: French Mime Assassins, (due out in 2017), but it appears we may be sitting on an even bigger cash cow than originally surmised. Let’s wrap this for now and rethink this project.

There’s a consensus within the circle. Like a break they all rise and begin to exit the ring. Francis looks back to the three confused men.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Sorry for the interruption. Minor inconvenience. I’ll be back next WITCHY with a retooled focus.

Francis struggles to exit the ring, his foot caught on the ropes. He takes a last look back at those in the ring once he’s on the apron.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh right, don’t forget: French Mime Assassins. 2017. Save the date.

Ignorant and oblivious, he strides back down the steps with his team and they exit the arena the way they entered. Press watches him go with a bewildered expression, never noticing Recoba slipping out on the other side of the ring to give O'Donnell plenty of room. As soon as Press returns his attention back to the center of the ring, CJ O'Donnell springs into action, leaping into the air with his knee extended to crack Press right in the face with Irish Knowledge. The blow sends the championship off of his shoulder and down to the canvas, as Press sails through the top and middle rope to the concrete floor. O'Donnell smirks, reaching down and lifting the PAW Championship off the mat. He stares at the face plate for a moment, before looking out at the crowd with a devious grin, and thrusting the championship over his head. The fans shower him with boo's, while Press gets up to his feet on the outside. Upon seeing his opponent in the ring with his belt, Press makes to jump up on the ring apron, but security is already there, keeping him at bay.

4Loco appears at ringside, and he confers a hasty message to O'Donnell, who concedes, tossing him the championship with a smirk. He then stares down at the champion, who has six other security personnel restraining him from reentering the ring. CJ shrugs, causing another flash of rage to cross Press' face, as he moves all six men with a grunt. They are able to hold him steady, however, and 4Loco offers him his championship, and then points towards the back. He finally relents, knocking the restraining hands off of him with a bristling shake. He back peddles slowly up the ramp, never taking his eyes off of O'Donnell, who returns the stare ten folds. The scene cuts to backstage.

We see Alex Blake being loaded into an ambulance. The blood having been mostly cleared off and some tubes having been inserted. Blake’s stretcher is bound in place by the men. One medics in the back with him and just as the other goes to close the doors, the ambulance starts up and takes off at full throttle with the siren blaring, forcing the medic to tumble out the open back doors.

The camera follows as the ambulance takes off out through the parking lot and out of sight.

PERCY: What the hell is going on?

The camera man starts sprinting, still able to hear the ambulance. He turns a corner to see the ambulance parked on the side of the road, driver’s door wide open. A truck comes out of nowhere and plows straight into the side of the ambulance, causing it to flip multiple times in a destructive impact. A feminine figure slinks out of the truck holding her neck and jumps into a car that pulls up alongside her.

PERCY: OH MY GOD THIS IS MADNESS

Tag Match
William Saint & Tapioca Joe versus Alexandra Kelly & Jack Nomad

PERCY: Folks, we're back, and I'm not sure exactly what to say. Fire & Rescue teams are attending to Alex Blake, and the moment we hear word, we'll let you know of his condition.

CAT: The bigger story here, Percy, is who was that? It had to be a I'm With Stevie follower, or worse, that chick looked a lot like Lola. What do you think this means for the future?

PERCY: I can only speculate, but I'm betting nothing good. This won't stand with management. Not at all.

CAT: I don't know. Stevie's gotten away with a lot in his career thus far here in PAW, but this might have gone over the line.

PERCY: Might have? MIGHT HAVE? Alex Blake is fighting for his life after that heinous act! If this was Stevie Harris, he won't have to worry about his career! He'll have to worry about going to prison!

CAT: You could very well be right, but right now we have a shot to do, and Rhonda's in the ring with the particulars.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Tag Team Match....

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 Tapicoa 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 die-hard 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.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, standing at six foot four inches tall, and weighting in at 216 pounds, he hails from Denver, Colorado....He is...TAPIOCA JOE!!

Joe reaches ringside, and climbs the steps, stepping through the top and middle rope after wiping his feet on the ring apron. Joe removes his jacket and tosses it calmly down to the ring attendant, and then steps over to the far corner, and leans against it to await whatever is to happen next.

PERCY: Well, here's the moment of truth. Will William Saint be here, or won't he?

CAT: That is the question, Percy.

After a few moments of waiting, the time keeper hops up onto the ring apron, and he, Rhonda, and A-Ref confer with one another. Joe steps over for a second, adds his comments, and then nods his head, making a motion with his hand to get on with it.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentleman, we appreciate your patience. There has been a change up in this match. William Saint will NOT be participating due to legal concerns, therefore, this match is now a Handicap Match!

The fans boo a little bit, but Joe nods, holding up his hands to placate the concerned crowd.

PERCY: Oh, no. This is not good. I'm not certain Joe realizes what he's stepping into right here.

CAT: Lighten up, Percy. If the old dog want's to wrassle, let him wrassle.

Cat grins over at Percy while he shakes his head in disgust, when suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, leaving the crowd in complete darkness. Then the first notes of 'Fresh Blood' by The She Demons blast out of the speakers, creating a mixed reaction by the audience, but mostly positive chants start. There is a single purple spotlight that falls onto the stage, which moments later gets filled by the one and only, Alexandra Kelly, or better known as 'The Pixie'. She stands still for a few moments, soaking in the atmosphere.- getting a good bit of this adrenaline rush.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Coming to the ring at this time, standing at five foot two, and weighting in at 107 pounds, she hails from West Palm Beach, Florida....She is 'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!

The Team Pixie chants soon erupt when the small devil starts walking down the ramp, touching a few hands, wearing that famous business smile. She stops halfway down, staring at Tapioca Joe by his lonesome in the ring like a jungle cat ready for dinner. Her music trails off, and is replaced by the sounds of....

#What Scares us is... I think we needed.. Violence...

The lights around the steel girded Entrance Arch remain dim, while amber and red emergency lights start to spin, casting 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: And her partner, standing at six foot two inches, and weighting in at 241 pounds. He hails from Jersey City, New Jersey....he is 'HARDCORE' JACK NOMAD!!

The fans are unsure what to do at this point as the monstrous Jack Nomad stalks down the ramp, coming to a stop behind Pixie, but never taking his eyes off the ring. Kelly leans back into him playfully, before she steps forwards, continuing on down to ringside. Jack follows, Pixie taking the steps up to the ring apron as Jack reaches up, and pulls himself up from the ground by the top rope. Both of them enter the ring at the same time, Pixie turning to take a turnbuckle and getting several cheers, while Nomad rocks his head from side to side to pop his neck, never letting his gaze fall from Tap.

PERCY: I reiterate...this is not going to be good!

CAT: Well, there's nothing to do now, but watch, Percy. Cause Rhonda's out of the ring, and A-Ref is calling for the bell.

Tap watches from his position as Nomad and Kelly confer with one another for a moment, and then Nomad steps between the ropes to stand in their corner. He doesn't wait for Kelly to turn and face him before launching himself across the ring and nailing the woman around the midsection with a spear. As soon as they make contact with the mat, he moves to a mounted position, and starts driving piston like right hands down into the woman's skull. The initial shock of the moment fades, and Jack Nomad swings his leg through the middle rope to enter the ring, but Tap quickly hops off of Kelly and boots the rope, driving it up into Nomad's crotch. Nomad grabs at himself in dismay, but doesn't have time for much else before Tap begins driving his fist into the mans head. The blows force Nomad to dangle back from the ropes, his leg still partially trapped on the middle, and Tap takes a few steps back before rushing forward with a shoulder thrust that launches Nomad out to the unforgiving concrete.

PERCY: Tap know's he's all alone out here, and he's taking matters into his own hands, but he doesn't see that Kelly has made her way to her feet behind him!

CAT: I think that's where this brief advantage is about to end.

Tap turns back to survey his downed opponent, but finds that she is no longer there on the mat. He looks up just in time to catch a running version of a European Upper Cut that launches him back into the ropes. He recoils back towards Pixie, and she hooks him around the head, hopping into the air, and then drives him face first down into one of her knees.

PERCY: GOOD GOD! A vicious X-Ray followed by the National Anthem!

CAT: Yeah, this isn't looking good for ole Tapioca. I hate that flavor anyways...

Pixie grabs Tap by the hair of the head and yanks him up to his feet, driving a knee into his midsection forcing him to drape himself across the ropes. With his chest exposed, she nails him with a knife edged chop. Then another. Then one more for good measure, echoing through the arena with each strike. She then takes him by the wrist, and shoots him to the far side. When Tap rebounds she's waiting for him with a hip toss, but the wily veteran has it scouted, and he floats over in front of her, hooking her arm, and hip tossing her instead. As soon as she hits the mat, Tap back peddles to the ropes for some momentum, but Kelly rolls over onto her stomach forcing Tap to hop over her or be tripped. She hops up to her feet, and on his way back, she leap frogs over him as he passes through her legs. When he reaches the ropes for this third time, however, the top rope is yanked down by a recovered Jack Nomad, and Tapioca Joe is sent tumbling out of the ring.

PERCY: This is impossible odds for Tapioca Joe! There's no way he can keep eyes on both of them.

CAT: Exactly what makes this so fun to watch, Percy!

'Pixie' blows Jack Nomad a kiss followed by a wicked grin as Nomad smirks, dropping down from the apron to the floor out beside Joe. He reaches down and picks up the veteran, while A-Ref berates him from the ring. Kelly steps over and gets A-Ref's attention, giving Nomad a brief amount of time to do his worst. He scoops the older man up onto his shoulder, and then stalks over to the ring steps where he thrusts Joe up into the air, and swiftly gets out of the way so that Tap has no choice but to come down face and chest first across the steel. Tap stumbles away from the steps clutching at his face and chest with both arms, as Jack Nomad moves in behind him, and in one solid motion, hooks his head and the seat of his pants, and drives him face first into the ring post. Joe makes contact and spins away from the support beam and down to the unceremoniously down to the floor. At that moment, A-Ref pulls away from Kelly, and hops out of the ring, inserting himself between Nomad and Tap, warning him that he will disqualify him. Pixie, being the level headed of the two, calls Jack back over to their corner for strategy.

PERCY: Good lord. Tap's been busted open thanks to these two, and A-Ref should consider calling this thing before any permanent damage is done.

CAT: Well that would be all well and fine, but look at Tap. He's shaking his head 'no' to A-Ref. He still wants to fight!

Tap pulls himself up by use of the apron, and point at A-ref, and then points back to the ring. Blood trickles down from a small gash above Tap's left eye, but he wipes at the wound, and rolls back into the ring. The fans applaud and cheer the veterans spirit. Pixie watches all of this, and implores that Nomad stay on the ring apron this time, before turning her attention back to Tap. As soon as he's gotten to his feet she rushes across the ring at him with a lariat, but Tap lowers his shoulder and sends her up and over with a back body drop. She lands hard on the canvas, but instinctively starts rolling up to her feet. Tap comes into meet her with a few hard right hands that knock the woman off balance, and puts her back into his corner. He then lowers his head under her arm, and lifts her up to sit on the top turnbuckle. Just as he's about to try and follow her up, she reaches out with a stiff boot to the face that knocks him away. He spins back around to attempt at another grab, but this time, she throws both boots right into his face, sending him crashing to the mat right in front of her.

PERCY: Tap's down, and Kelly is going all the way up top....She spins around to face the crowd, SPLIT LEGGED CORKSCREW MOONSAULT down onto Tap!

CAT: Looks like she's going to hook the leg, and go for the cover.

1...

2...

Thre-Kick Out! At the last second Tap gets his shoulder up off the mat, and Kelly hops up to her feet and stares down at the older man. She smirks, reaching down, and jerking him up by a handful of his silver hair, dragging him out to the center of the ring. She lifts his head up so he can look her in the eyes, and smacks him disrespectfully across the jaw before letting loose of him, and falling back into the ropes for momentum. She sails forwards at break neck speed, and uses Tap's on thigh to hop up and swing her other leg around to clock him in the back of the head. Tap, however, has other plans, as he ducks the other foot, while reaching out and grabbing the one on his thigh with both hands. When Kelly's foot completes it's rotation without finding impact, it sends her face first down to the mat. Tap immediately takes the leg he still had hold of, and circles around it, dropping back into a Single Leg Boston Crab.

PERCY: OH MY GOD! Kelly just went for The Spotlight, but Tap got out of it, and was able to get his hands on a single leg Boston Crab!

CAT: I really don't believe this! That old man's spunk must be wearing off on me.

The fans explode for the underdog, Tapioca Joe, as Alexandra Kelly calls out in pain, reaching with both hands for the bottom rope that seems so far away. She doesn't have to agonize long, however, as Jack Nomad slips into the ring, and with a running go, plants his boot upside Tap's skull. Joe falls forwards to the mat, releasing the hold, while Nomad is forced back out of the ring by A-Ref, whose ready to call the whole thing for his interference. Tap holds the back of his head, flat on his face, as Kelly clutches at her knee.

PERCY: Both of these competitors need to make a tag here, but only one of them actually has the option! This just isn't fair!

CAT: Well life isn't fair, Percy. That's just the way it goes. Maybe if Tap had just kept his mouth shut, and not offered to watch William Saint's back, then none of this mess would have happened, but he did. That'll teach him to be all genuine and noble.

Kelly begins to edge her way towards her corner, still clutching at her knee, looking up to see the out stretched hand of Jack Nomad, who looks eager to get in the ring. Tap, likewise, edges towards his corner, even though he knows that there isn't anybody there for him to tag in. Out of nowhere, Johnathan Alexander appears at ringside, rushing around the ring to Joe's corner, and hopping up onto the ring apron with his hand extended.

CAT: What the hell is this? He can't do that, can he?

PERCY: As far as I'm concerned he can! Johnathan Alexander has already competed here tonight against Al Envy, and had his own problems with the GZW Invaders, but he's decided to come out here and stand by his friend despite the fact!

CAT: Yeah, well where's he been? Tap's done took an ass whipping from Kelly and Nomad while he's been in the back getting 'medical' attention.

PERCY: It doesn't matter now, as it looks like A-Ref agrees with me, and is going to allow this to stand.

With one last effort, Kelly gets close enough to her corner, and slaps Nomad's hand. At the same time, across the ring, Tap makes a desperate leap of faith, extending his hand, and slapping Alexander's. Both Johnathan and Jack enter the ring at about the same time and rush at each other to meet in the center. Jack goes for a lariat, but Johnathan ducks it, and when Nomad spins around, he's met with hard right hands that rock him towards the ropes. He takes Jack by the hand, and sends him to the other side, and when he rebounds, damn near takes his head off with a discus clothesline.

Kelly gets back up to her feet by use of the turnbuckles, and sees that Alexander's back is to her, so she takes the opportunity to leap onto him, wrapping her arms around his throat in a rear naked choke. Jack gets up to his feet just in time to have Alexander reach back and grab Kelly, and then thrust his upper body violently forward, tossing the woman into her boyfriend's waiting arms. Instead of going down as Johnathan had expected, Jack lifts Kelly up into a powerbomb position, tosses her out to the side, bringing her legs around to face Alexander. She catches the man around the head with her thighs, and then flips into a head scissors that sends him hurtling towards the ropes. He lands on the middle rope, his chest and throat draped across it.

PERCY: This is not a good position for Johnathan Alexander to be in. Not with Tap still out on the ring apron recuperating.

Jack hits off the ropes on the opposite side for momentum, and springs back across the ring, throwing his legs and body down across the back of Johnathan Alexander's shoulders. Alexander grabs at his throat, choking, when Pixie ascends to the top rope on that same side, and leaps off with a leg drop that brings his head snapping back down across the middle cable. Alexander snaps onto his back, clutching at his throat, kicking with his feet trying to find air. Pixie, who landed safely on the outside, makes a gesture with her hand that Jack can finish him off.

PERCY: Well, his intentions were good, but he already had a match earlier tonight, plus that beat down by GZW. I think this is all she wrote for Johnathan Alexander.

CAT: Serves him right for coming out here and sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong.

Nomad positions himself behind Alexander, begging him to get to his feet, while Johnathan groggily tries to comply. Once he's vertical, Nomad takes off in a sprint, and catches the man around the head as he goes, torquing it over into a spinning snap mare driver. Johnathan's head bounces off the mat, and Nomad grins at his handiwork before crawling over to make the cover.

1...

2...

Thre-Out of nowhere Tapioca Joe appears with a double axe handle down across the back of Jack's head, breaking the count. Tap drives the point of his elbow into the back of Nomad's head as the fresher of the two starts to make it up to his feet, and then slides in behind him, slips his head between his arm, and lifts him up for a beautiful Olympic slam. With Nomad down for the moment, Tap gets up, looking exhausted, and then grabs Alexander by the arm, dragging him towards their corner.

PERCY: Looks like Tap is trying to get Alexander over to their corner after that devastating Spine Jacker from Nomad.

CAT: Yeah, and Pixie is calling for Jack to make the tag to prevent it...but he's getting up over in the wrong corner!

Tap brings Johnathan most of the way, drops him, slips out to the apron, reaches in and tags his downed partner, making him the legal man. Just as he slips back into the ring, Jack get's up to his feet, and charges out of the neutral corner with a lariat. Tap ducks the maneuver, and when Jack spins around, he's met with piston like right hands from the fiery veteran. The blows knock him over into the ropes, and Tap takes him by the wrist and shoots him off to the far side.

PERCY: Jack just rebounded off the ropes, and I'm.....I'm pretty sure Pixie slapped him on the shoulder as he went by. Kelly's getting in the ring, and A-Ref is signaling that she's the legal man now!

Jack ducks a back elbow attempt by Tap, who see's Kelly enter the ring. Caught up in the confusion, he doesn't see Jack Nomad rebound once more, hooking the veteran around the head as he passes by, and taking him down with a running bulldog. As soon as they land, Jack continues to roll until he exits the ring, leaving Pixie to stalk the downed Joe.

CAT: The old timer looks dazed after that bulldog. Barely able to get to his feet.

PERCY: Something tells me he's about to regret that....OH! ALEXANDRA KELLY OFF THE ROPES, GRAPEVINE'S TAP....THE ALEX EFFECT!

Tap is firmly bound up in the Black Widow submission, and the pain etched on his face tells the tale. He manages to take a step with the leg that's not bound, but it eventually buckles under the added weight of Pixie, and he drops to one knee while she continues to torque back on his left arm.

PERCY: Tap has no where to go, and Alexandra Kelly has the hold locked in pretty solid. I think this one's over.

CAT: Yeah, if the ole' bastard knew what was good for him, he'd just tap out already. Live to fight another day.

PERCY: You know what, Cat, that man has courage! Honor! Respect! He came out here knowing that he would have to take these two on by himself, and if Johnathan Alexander hadn't already been through a grueling match with Al Envy, not to mention a beat down by GZW's Red Dragon, then his assistance probably would have turned the tides.

CAT: Buttttttttt......it didn't.

Percy shakes his head in dismay as Tap calls out in pain, before tapping Pixie on her thigh to signal submission. A-Ref calls for the bell, but Pixie doesn't immediately release the hold.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this contest by submission, 'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY and 'HARDCORE' JACK NOMAD!!

Even after the announcement, Pixie maintains the submission, and A-Ref steps in and begins to admonish her. It isn't until he threatens to overturn the decision that she finally releases Joe, letting the veteran slump down to the mat holding his wounded shoulder. The fans boo at Kelly a little, but the die hard Pixie fans continue their cheers and chants. She smiles down at Tap wickedly, and then over to Nomad who enters the ring, and winks in her direction. She jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and they share a dark grin before locking lips. The sweat, blood, and sex appeal mix together, the violence like an aphrodisiac mixture. Finally, he sets her back down, and the two head towards the exit, arms raised in victory.

PERCY: Those two.....well, they're fucking scary.

CAT: I think it's kind of sexy. I mean, I get it.

PERCY: Well, I don't think there's much more to be said about it than that. Let's go check out what our sponsors have to say...

Jack Nomad wipes at the blood on his face as he nears his locker room, Alexandra going off to powder her nose for a quick moment. He opens the door to find his locker room in complete disarray and yet all he can do is muster an unsurprised smirk. He looks to his left only for the smirk to become complete surprise as Luke Knux, still wearing a partial nose brace, lunges out at him with a guitar. The impact is heavier and much more solid than it should be. With an explosion of wood splinters and white beach sand, Jack falls to the floor in an unconscious heap!

KNUX: THAT is for my face!

He then brutally stomps the unconscious Nomad in the gut.

KNUX: ...and THAT is for costing me my Rolling Stone's Cover gig!

And finally one last stomp to the groin that seems to momentarily bring Jack out of his unconscious state as he briefly sits up and rolls onto his side, curled up with both hands between his legs. There's a groan of pain followed by a croaking cough.

KNUX: and that... fuck if I know what that was for.

On that note, Luke Knux steps out of the open door, leaving Jack in a heap of pain on the floor of the locker room.

{Main Event}
Singles Match
Johnny Sykes versus Johnny Raike

PERCY: Luke Knux just cracked Jack Nomad over the head with a sand filled guitar!

CAT: That's a measure of revenge for the Rock God after all he's been through in the past few weeks thanks to Nomad. Plus, there's just something about watching someone that savvy wield a guitar for something that violent.

PERCY: Well, I don't know about that, but with the tear that Jack and Pixie have been on as of late, you have to believe that this thing is NOT over between those two.

CAT: Well, we can speculate all day long, Percy, but we got a Main Event to call, and Rhonda's set up in the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is yoooour MAAAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!! Introducing first, contestant number one!

Much to the delight of those in attendance what comes next is a bit of a funky techno beat. In fact the theme pumping through the speakers happened to be an iconic theme song to a specific episode of Jackass. “Party Boy” plays over the speaker, bringing the fans out of their seats in excitement, some joining in on the iconic “Party Boy” dance that had been made famous.

After a couple of brief seconds pass the curtain to the gorilla position could be seen being pushed to the side. The first thing that was noticed was a standard shopping cart. Pushing that cart is “The Original Pranksta” himself, Johnny Sykes. Decked out in his ring gear, with a Batman cape to match it all. Sykes pushes the cart to the center of the ramp with a smirk spread across his lips. He waves to the crowd a little as they began to cheer him on, even starting to get a chant going featuring his name. With the cart now at the center of the stage Sykes takes a leap, landing himself in the cart, standing straight up and waving to the people.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Coming to us from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at two hundred and one pounds. He may or may not be a Superhero in disguise. The Half Man, Half Amazing Original Pranksta... JOHNNY F'N SYKES!

His name announced, Sykes could be seen rocking the shopping cart forward. With just a couple of rocks the cart begins to move forward, speeding down the ramp towards the ring. In the few seconds it takes to traverse the ramp Sykes leans down with his arm forward in a “superhero” pose and eyes focused on the ring. The shopping cart is just about to hit the side of the ring when Sykes leaps from the cart and soars through the air for a brief moment. As gravity takes over and starts to bring him down inside the ring he tucked his head and rolls as soon as he hit the ring. Rolling all the way through, Sykes lands on his feet. The crowd is amazed by the stunt performed , starting up another round of Johnny Sykes cheers.

Johnny takes a moment to soak in what happened, before running himself over towards the nearest corner and hoping up onto the second rung of the ropes. This is where he proceeds to unhook his Batman cape. Once it was removed he wads it up and launches it into the crowd for one of his lucky fans. Sykes turns himself around and leaps down from the corner. Backing himself up into the corner Sykes leans against the ropes with a boyish grin spread across those lips. It didn’t seem to make much of a difference who he was going to be up against. He was out here to have a good time

PERCY: Sykes in in the ring, looking ready to go, but we don't know if Raike will show up for the match or not.

CAT: Indeed not. Uncharacteristic of Raike, we haven't seen him all night. He usually has a few snippets for his followers, but as of yet, nothing.

As the lights in the arena dim, the opening guitar and drum beat of “Pure Morning” begin to play over the sound system. The PAW faithful cheer, especially the group sitting by the Team Fuckboi sign, but the cheers turn to confusion as the music stops.

CAT: He's not here. Guess Raike's had enough choking.

Before too much of a delay the PA begins to play out again, with the sound of a pouring glass and some thumbing bass, followed by the vocals of Lady Gaga.

I am so fab

Check out, I'm blonde

I'm skinny

I'm rich

and I'm a little bit of a bitch

From the back steps a tall blonde, hair streaked with a rainbow of colors, matching the multi-colored and multi-piece skirt trailing to mid-thigh, a lacy white corset to bring it all together.

CAT: Who the hell is that?

PERCY: I only know one person with all those tattoos

As the blonde turns around it quickly becomes apparent that what we have is Johnny Raike, though the makeup, half perfect and half looking like he's been sleeping in a gutter while drunk, makes it hard to tell. As Johnny bops and twirls his way to the ring to the sounds of Donatella he stops to pose for a picture, and slap some hands. As he slides into the ring he hands Rhonda a card. Sykes, in the meanwhile, is in a desperate conversation with A Ref, insisting that he's fighting either Johnny Raike or a real rake, not this women. A Ref struggles to get through, before finally threatening to DQ Sykes if he doesn't shut up. Grumbling, he returns to his corner.

PERCY: Sykes seems unhappy with this turn of events. Do you think someone should tell him that's not a biological women?

CAT: Probably, but it won't be me. This is too funny.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the Challenger, from Owatonna, Minnesota, weighing in tonight at Goddamn sexy, she is the American Tragedy, RUUUUUUBYYYYYY RIDGE!!!!

PERCY: I guess it's not quite Johnny Raike in there after all. He did say his replacement would be his equal in beauty and talent though.

CAT: Not true, Johnny looks way better as a man. Not that I think anyone would look good in that skirt.

Johnny Ruby extends a hand to Johnny Sykes, who examines it for a moment before listening to the crowds chant of 'Shake her hand.' The two shake and back away, as A Ref calls for the bell.

*DING*

Ruby wastes no time closing the distance and calling Sykes in for a test of strength. Sykes seems unwilling to go for it, saying something about it not being fair to over power a girl. Ruby just smirks and mimes flapping a set of chicken wings. Sykes, taking umbrage, comes in for the test of strength, only to be surprised by the strength of the girl in front of him. Johnny Ruby uses his leverage to apply a standing headlock, back into the ropes, and launches Sykes across the ring to rebound, before laying a standing leg lariat into the chest of the Original Pranksta. Sykes keeps his feet but stumbles back, as Ruby follows up with a suplex attempt. Sykes blocks and pushes himself away from Ruby, bringing a hand back as if to strike before stopping.

PERCY: Sykes still not willing to hit a women, even after his loss in the triple threat.

CAT: Loss in the triple threat nothing, he still doesn't seem to understand that's Johnny Raike!

Ruby giggles, quite exaggeratedly, and makes a kissy face at Sykes, side stepping his attempt at a lock up and firing in a kick to the midsection. Ruby is less quick on the second grapple attempt, and Sykes is prepared for her strength, allowing him to go behind and pick up Johnny for a belly-to-back suplex. Ruby escapes the hold and lands in a crouch, sweeping the legs of Johnny Sykes, who nimble rolls over, grabs the crouching opponent, and hits a quick, if a little sloppy, Northern lights suplex.

PERCY: Sykes showing great foresight there with a quick counter.

CAT: Good counter to be sure, but he didn't get all of it. Raike is already back to his feet.

Indeed Ruby Raike is, circling and pirouetting to stay out of Sykes effective grapple range. A kick to the gut gives the American Tragedy more space as she hits the ropes and lands a cross body. Ruby is quick to apply a count.

1..

Kickout!

Ruby is back up and running the ropes before Sykes, but still runs right into a scoop slam from Sykes. Immediately after completing the move Sykes eyes go wide as saucers, and he looks at his hand in disbelief for a moment. After a second he rounds on A Ref, launching into an angry tirade about no one telling him that Ruby is a man in a dress. The frustration on A Refs face is visible to all.

PERCY: Looks like he's just figured it out, and Sykes is none to pleased to be in there with PAWs own drag queen.”

CAT: Expecting slick, instead he found stick, and now he looks sick!

Ruby is back to her feet by this point, stalking Sykes, waiting for him to turn around, which he does while still commenting on the unfairness of this unexpected plot twist. For his trouble he receives a standing Yakuza, followed by a snap suplex. Ruby gets a headlock and begins to bring Sykes back to standing, but the man struggles mightily and pushes himself away from Ruby. Putting his dukes up, Sykes begins to circle with Raike, the drag queen throwing out testing kicks, Sykes staying out of range. After a few moment of this Sykes steps forward, blocks a kick, and tags Ruby with a right hook to the jaw. The Original Pranksta follow as Johnny Ruby is rocked back a half step, following up with a left hook, an Irish whip to the ropes, and finally taking Ruby to the ground with a stiff clothesline.

PERCY: Match fairly even in the early going, with Sykes now in control after that clothesline.

CAT: Some real power behind that, I don't think the Prankster likes being pranked.

Sykes drops a pair of quick elbows, before hitting the ropes and crushing Ruby against the mat with a senton, popping back up to his feet lightning quick to run the ropes. As Johnny Ruby begins to recover Sykes charges in with a huge knee to the head, knocking The American Tragedy senseless to the mat. Sykes seems hesitant to make the cover, but finally does with a lateral press.

1...

2...

PERCY: Kick Out! Sykes could have had it there, but he just can't quite get comfortable about fighting a man in a dress.

CAT: I'm wondering if that wasn't Raike's plan all along here.

Using his dancers legs, Johnny Ruby returns to standing, ducks a clothesline attempt, sidesteps out of the way of a back kick, and catches the arm of Sykes as he attempts another left hook. Ruby locks in the standing armbar, kicks Sykes knee out from under him, and brings him down to the mat to transition into the seated armbar. Johnny Sykes fights and inches his way toward the ropes, Johnny Ruby keeping the torque on his arm up the entire time, releasing the hold at the count of three. A roll back to her feet is followed by a dropkick to the rising Sykes, sending the slightly shorter Johnny to the floor. As he slowly rises Johnny bounces on the ring to gain momentum, hits the ropes and charges. Sykes, seeing Johnny coming, falls to the ground, guarding his head and neck. Ruby manages to stop in time and rolls her eyes, backing up to lean against the ropes and await Sykes return to the ring.

PERCY: Smart move by Sykes to drop down there, it looked like Ruby was going for a tope suicida.

CAT: First of all, don't indulge him, second... well, actually I agree, that was good tactics by Sykes. Hey, is he crawling under the ring?

As the count gets higher and higher Ruby begins to look chagrined. At about count six Ruby walked to the other side of the ring, looks out, but doesn't see Sykes. Confused, she looks around the room, asking the crowd where he went. Ruby turns in the direction they point, only to eat a missile dropkick from the top rope.

CAT: How about that for a prank, Sykes punks out Raike by sliding under the ring and nails him with that top rope dropkick!

PERCY: Definitely scored some prankster points there. Is he going up top again?

Quickly following up on the damaged drag queen, Sykes is quick leap back to the top turn buckle. Taking a moment to play to the crowd he kisses his elbow then leaps with a deadly accurate top rope elbow drop. The crowd responds with an 'Oh, yeah!' Sykes plays to the crowd a bit more after the landing, asking to hear them. The PAW arena audience obliges with a 'lets go Johnny!' chant, counter measured with a 'Ruby Ridge!' dueling chant.

PERCY: And the PAW faithful pretty evenly split here. Team Fuckboi is up there going nuts, they want their hero back in this fight.

CAT: If Sykes keeps showboating, they just might get it. They say God blesses fools and children, but that doesn't mean he has carte blanche to screw around.

Sykes returns his focus to Johnny Ruby, shaking his head as if to clear the image of the rainbow skirted Johnny Raike from his mind. Once more he goes for a lateral press.

1...

2...

Kickout!

CAT: What did I say about showboating?

Sykes can't believe it and is to his feet in a moment, anger pushing him forward, to begin stomping on Ruby. The drag queen takes quite a few blows before managing to grab a hold of a foot and pull, bringing Sykes down hard face first on the mat. Johnny Ruby quick to roll Sykes to his side and lock in the sleeper hold with body scissors. He grinds his pelvis into Sykes back, cause the Original Pranksta to thrash about wildly in his attempt to escape, but instead only wasting energy. By the time Sykes settles down Raike has him firmly in the middle of the ring, and the hold locked tight.

PERCY: Smart move by Ruby. He- She- They need to keep the hold cinched in, but being down on the mat give them some time to catch a breath.

CAT: Rather unlike Sykes at the moment. We've all seen Raike dance and kick, a lot of his strength is in those legs, and he's got them right around the Original Pranksta.

Despite his best efforts, Sykes eyes begin to grow heavy, slowly beginning to close as his attempts to remove Johnny Ruby's arms from his neck grow less and less fruitful. Finally he stops moveing all together and A-Ref comes over to make the check. He raises Sykes arm all the way up and lets it drop to the mat. A second lift gives the same results, and A-ref lift the arm for the third and final time. Almost to the mat, Sykes hand stops. His eyes open again, and despite the constriction around his neck, Sykes grunts in guttural effort, rolls, and gets a foot on the ropes. Once more Ruby breaks at three.”

PERCY: Fighting spirit flowing through the veins of Johnny Sykes, and smart on him to stay in the ropes for a moment.

CAT: It might be smarts, but I'm thinking he just doesn't have it in him to stand right now.

Ruby backs off when A-Ref tells her so, hands up to show she means no ill. Taking the moment to play to the crowd elicits another dueling chant of 'let's go Johnny!' 'Ruby Ridge!' Ruby blows a double handful of air kisses to the Team Fuckboi section, who respond with a 'Fuck Hate!' chant.

CAT: Fuck hate, is that like angry sex, or fuck the haters?

PERCY: Probably the second one, but looks like Ruby might be about to learn your lesson on showboating.

Sykes, seeing a moment, rushes off the ropes and delivers a thudding elbow to the back of the American Tragedy's head, drawing boos from the Ruby supporters and cheers from the pro Sykes crowd. Ruby pitches forward into the ropes and uses the momentum to bail to the floor, leaning against the guardrail as she catches a breath. Ruby keeps her eyes firmly on Sykes, who is currently giving a Superman pose. Ruby tries to use the moment to reenter the ring, but Sykes has been waiting for just that, and he sends the drag queen back to the guardrail hard way, nailing a baseball slide, popping to his feet and launching himself with a Runnin' Wild Brother guillotine leg drop, smashing Ruby's face into the rail. A holy shit chants irrupts from the crowd as A-Ref admonishes Sykes for his use of the rail, but neither competitor seems to notice. As Ruby slowly rolls over the crowd, or at least part of it, can see the blood running from a cut above the eye.

CAT: Looks like Ruby Ridge is about to have a Ruby face!

PERCY: GOD ALMIGHTY! Absolute carnage at ringside, both Sykes and Raike trying to catch a breath! A-Ref wisely not starting a count yet, but he's going to have to soon.

Indeed, A-Ref does at long last start a count, getting to four before Sykes can make it back to his feet. With his arms all the way extended, as though keeping something unpleasant away from himself, he gets Johnny Ruby back into the ring, pops in the break the count, and begins climbing the turnbuckle.

PERCY: Sykes is going up top, I think he aims to end this.

CAT: I don't know about this, I think he could have won right there, this is just showing off.

PERCY: Well, it's a ring with Johnny Raike and Johnny Sykes, did you think there wouldn't be showing off?

As Sykes makes it to the top he give a big grin, watching Ruby lay helpless just before him. He waves to the crowd first with his left, then his right, drops down into a crouch, and is just about to leap when Ruby surges to her feet, hits the ropes to crotch Johnny Sykes, and collapses against the rope. Sykes blanches in pain, loud, clear 'fuck!' echoing across the Pure Arena. Summoning up her strength, Ruby springboards off the second rope and hits a dropkick to the torso of Sykes, sending him tumbling to lie on the apron. Wiping blood from her face, Ruby slides out of the ring, lays an elbow into Sykes midsection, and roll him back under the rope. Ruby ascends to the apron, allows Sykes to make his feet, and launches herself into a spear through the top and middle ropes.

PERCY: The apron spear, haven't seen Raike pull that out in years!

CAT: Maybe he bequeathed the move to Ruby.

PERCY: You're being sarcastic, but you might be correct.

Following up on her spear, Ruby Ridge rolls Sykes to his belly before pulling him over her knees with a bow and arrow lock. Sykes struggles, forcing Ruby's shoulders down for a one count, but the American Tragedy rallies, lifting her shoulders and pulling back even harder to bend Sykes back across her knees. A-Ref asks is Sykes give us, and through the yelling he shakes he head. Fighting the pain he find a way to shift his weight, once more putting Ruby's shoulder to the mat. Rather than fight back into position, Ruby release the hold after the one count.

PERCY: Ruby still trying to wear down the back of Sykes. It's not a bad strategy, but I have to wonder if they shouldn't be trying to end this quicker. That blood is still flowing.

CAT: Raike's bled plenty of times, I'm sure he knows how much he can take. Or he's making a fatal error, one of the two.

Ruby keeps the momentum and rises to her feet to begin stomping across the back of Johnny Sykes. A knee drop to the head to keep Sykes dazed, and she bring him back to standing and whips him to the ropes, where Johnny counters by grabbing the top rope. Ruby gives him a small nod of the head and a golf clap, to which Sykes responds by sticking out his tongue. Sykes stalks forward to be met in the middle of the ring by Ruby. He throws a kick to the thigh, gets one back from Ruby, and throws another. For a few moments the two wrestlers trade hard kicks to the legs, before Ruby counters with a grab, and pulls Sykes in. With a strength born of panic he pushes himself away, but finds out a second to late that he's in perfect range for a Ruby Ridge super kick. Ruby takes the moment while Sykes slowly crumbles to the ground to once more wipe the blood from her eyes, giving the crowd a pose of chin on hands, big smile.

PERCY: Sykes gets away from Raike, but away was just what the former Titan of the Midway needed to deliver a crisp super kick. Got to stay on him though.

CAT: No one ever listens about the showboating.

Ridge finishes with her pose and begins bringing Sykes to his feet, throwing chops to the chest to keep him from recovering. Johnny shoots in with a waist lock, but Sykes, sensing danger or at least not wanting Raike behind him, pushes desperately, and runs the pair of them, Ruby's back first, into the ropes. Sykes twists, breaking the hold and sending Ruby bouncing off the ropes and into a super kick of his own, delivered with enough force to send a spray of blood across the canvas.

CAT: If you're drinking along at home, that's two!

PERCY: That's gotta be it.

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2...

Th-Kickout! Dazed and sucking wind, Ruby Ridge is still in the fight, to the massive support of the audience. A chant of “you're both awesome” springs forth from the crowd, though if Sykes hears it through his shock is hard to say. Sykes sits still as a statue, look of surprise on his face, hands on either side of his head. After a moment he begins to argue with A-Ref, but A-Ref holds firm on the two count. Abandoning his argument with a loud 'bah', Sykes returns his attention to where Ruby Ridge was a moment ago, only to instead be rocked by a knee to the side of the jaw, which spins him into perfect position for Johnny Ruby to apply a one handed straight jacket choke. With their free hand the drag queen applies the standing dragon sleeper, locking in La Petit Mort.

PERCY: We saw this against CJ O'Donnell two tapings ago, Johnny Raike calls this La Petit Mort. I assume Ruby calls it the same.

CAT: Call it painful, because it has to be. Raike is torquing the back he's been working on all night, while also making sure Sykes won't catch his breath.

Blood runs down the face of Ruby Ridge as she bellows out her desire to win, Sykes quiet as he struggles to breath. A-Ref asks him if he give, but he refuses to respond, giving all the answer he needs. Sykes pushes up on his toes to relieve the pressure, but Ruby takes a step back and pulls him into position again. Face tomato red, blood starting to drip from Ruby's chin to Sykes chest, A-Ref checks another time. After a pause, Sykes taps, and Ruby releases the hold, stumbling back against the ropes in smiling exhaustion.

*DING*

PERCY: And Ruby Ridge does it! The change of costume seems to have done Johnny Raike well.

CAT: Maybe, but I feel like playing on Sykes not wanting to hit a women was a bit unfair. And I do feel we owe Sykes a thanks for busting Raike open so we didn't have to look at that busted ass makeup job.

PERCY: Fair or not is not for us to decide, though I personally see no issue. Ruby Ridge, aka Johnny Raike and Johnny Sykes each came out here to fight, and fight they did.

RHONDA ARMSRTONG: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match, the American Tragedy, RUBY RIDGE!

Ruby holds her hands up in victory as the fans cheer on their favorite lady boy. Ruby continues her celebration as Johnny Sykes rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, and holds his throat after the painful submission. He shakes his head in dismay, not believing the events that transpired here tonight, and not really sure if he just got beat by a man or a woman. Either way, Sykes makes his way up the rampway to applause from his own cheering section. Ruby flashes a smile at the crowd, pointing out a few people in the stands who continue to whistle and cat call.

PERCY: Well, that's all the time we have for tonight. Look for us in Thibidoux, Louisiana for our next installment of WICKED! I'm Percy Chord....

CAT: And I'm Caitlin Casey....

PERCY: And we bid you a good night!

The camera focuses one more time on Johnny/Ruby still celebrating in the ring, before fading to the PAW logo, and then to black.

DVD Taping - WICKED#10 - From The Pure Arena 05/12/2016

Post by The BombTrax on Apr 29, 2016 23:58:32 GMT

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