Post by The BombTrax on May 18, 2016 19:59:25 GMT
Live From Stopher Gym
Thibodaux, LA
Thursday, May 26th, 2016 at 10 pm CST
Pure Amusement Wrestling
Proudly Presents:
BEFORE CURTAIN
Opening Bout
SPECIAL HEAT STROKE PREVIEW
Fatal Four Way Elimination Match
Airborne versus Alexandra Kelly versus Roy Baker versus Kelsey Spencer
JUNE 9th, 2016 - From The Pure Arena
Singles Match
Ava versus S.O.B.
THE FIRST EVER PAW INTERFED HOSTED CONTESTStrike Towers versus PAW
Singles Match
Nirvana versus James Radford
{MAIN EVENT}
Tag Match
Calvin Harris & CJ O'Donnell versus Johnny Raike & Press
BEFORE CURTAIN
Lex looked around the Purity arena with an odd sense of nostalgia. He had never been here before, but some how being her reminded him of his first time watching a wrestling show. The excitement in the air was contagious, and the anticipation a palpable thing. Like butterflies in the stomach before you go over the bend on a roller coaster.
JI: Mr. Collins? Ah yes that is you sir. I have a seat for you in the VIP area. Do not worry about the concessions someone will come to take your order.
Lex Collins turned to face the polite young man. His sharp eyes taking in the expensive cut suit and confident exotic dark eyes. Despite his obvious Asian heritage his voice was crisp and noticeably devoid of accent. This was obviously not some backstage hand, this must be someone who worked very closely with the Lady of the company. A fox like grin curved Lex's head as he gave the young man a nod.
LEX COLLINS: By all means lead the way...
The PAW Enhancement talent consisting of the Lost Boyz, 'Country Fine' James Radford, and S.O.B. sit scattered around their locker room, three of the four lacing up their boots for tonight's event. Pan sat sullenly over in a corner close to his tag partner, Rufio, obviously sore at the fact that he was the only one currently not booked for later in the show. Rufio looked back of his shoulder, and shrugged, giving his friend a reassuring grin.
RUFIO: C'mon man! They're giving me this shot because of what happened at the St. Patrick's Day Super Show with Youth. I'm sure they are going to find a spot for you soon.
Pan crossed his arms over his chest, and sighed heavily.
PAN: Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
'Country Fine' looked up from where he was sitting, and shook his head with a hayseed smile.
JAMES RADFORD: It's comments like that that make me wonder if you two aren't funny.
S.O.B. snorted from his secluded corner, and all eyes fell on him as he let out a chuckle.
S.O.B.: That ain't all that makes somebody think their funny. Them boys are more fruity than a....than a....fruit stand.
The other three winced at the pitiful pun, and S.O.B. spit and sputtered at not being able to come up with anything better.
S.O.B.: Listen you cracker bastards! All I know is that none of you better go out there and embarrass me. Bad enough that I'm lumped together with you clowns, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you make an ass out of me.
As if on cue, a familiar painted face pops his head through the locker room door.
REDRUM: Did someone say clowns?
S.O.B. hung his head in disdain, and let out a whimpering sound. 'Why me, Lord? Why me?' The rest of the enhancement talent all greeted the clown with wide grins, and Radford even waved in the 'awe shucks' way that all fine country boys do.
REDRUM: Well look at you boys, all gussied up for a dance with destiny. First, I thought maybe we'd break into Lady Munin's office again, and then we could pants Ji and shove him through the curtain in front of everyone. After that, we can.....
His voice trailed off as the boys stared at him, shaking their heads 'no' in unison. It was 'Country Fine' that leaned forward in his seat to confront the clown.
JAMES RADFORD: Mr. Rum, sir. We're all real grateful for everything you've done for us...
S.O.B. snorted loudly, and James gave him a dirty look, before turning back to the clown with genuine conviction.
JAMES RADFORD: But three of us have matches here tonight, and we don't have time to run around smoking wacky backy or stealing panties, or playing pranks on that poor metro fella that Lady Munin hangs around with.
REDRUM: Who? Alex Cross?
JAMES RADFORD: No, that Ji fellah...you know what? Never mind. The point is, we might not have ever made it onto the DVD tapings if it hadn't been for being around you while the cameras were rolling, so we all got you a little something as a token of our appreciation.
S.O.B. held his hand up matter-of-factly to halt the procession before it could go any further.
S.O.B.: Let me makes myself clear. THEY....got you a little something. As far as I'm concerned, you'se is just some Cracker in face paint who I'm pretty sure also has Down Syndrome.
Redrum looks at S.O.B. with a confused expression.
REDRUM: Down Syndrome? DOWN SYNDROME? HOW COULD YOU EVER SAY THAT I'M DOWN! I'm the happiest mother fucker here!
S.O.B. shook his head in disgust as Pan and Rufio reached into their bag, and produced a huge plume of Cotton Candy still fresh sealed in the bag. Redrum's eyes light up like a Christmas Tree, and he takes the gift as it's handed to him, and crushes it to his chest.
REDRUM: This is for me! Really? There's nothing more than I love than cotton candy....well, unless you count used panties. GUYS! You shouldn't have!
S.O.B.: I didn't cracker!
Radford casts the surly black man a reproachful glance, before turning back to Redrum with a grin.
JAMES RADFORD: It's the least we could do, Mr. Rum. Cause of you, we're going to go out there and tear it up! YEEEEEEEHAWW!
Redrum grinned, nodding, as he turned to exit. When he had passed by the locker room, he paused in one of the empty halls, and looked into the camera with a sad expression, tears welling up in my eyes.
REDRUM: Awwwwwww!! My babies are all grown up!
The expression changes in the flash of an eye as he cackles out a wild laugh, stuffs some cotton candy into his mouth, and bounces down the hallway knocking over technicians and stage hands in his wake.
JI: Mr. Collins? Ah yes that is you sir. I have a seat for you in the VIP area. Do not worry about the concessions someone will come to take your order.
Lex Collins turned to face the polite young man. His sharp eyes taking in the expensive cut suit and confident exotic dark eyes. Despite his obvious Asian heritage his voice was crisp and noticeably devoid of accent. This was obviously not some backstage hand, this must be someone who worked very closely with the Lady of the company. A fox like grin curved Lex's head as he gave the young man a nod.
LEX COLLINS: By all means lead the way...
ELSEWHERE
The PAW Enhancement talent consisting of the Lost Boyz, 'Country Fine' James Radford, and S.O.B. sit scattered around their locker room, three of the four lacing up their boots for tonight's event. Pan sat sullenly over in a corner close to his tag partner, Rufio, obviously sore at the fact that he was the only one currently not booked for later in the show. Rufio looked back of his shoulder, and shrugged, giving his friend a reassuring grin.
RUFIO: C'mon man! They're giving me this shot because of what happened at the St. Patrick's Day Super Show with Youth. I'm sure they are going to find a spot for you soon.
Pan crossed his arms over his chest, and sighed heavily.
PAN: Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
'Country Fine' looked up from where he was sitting, and shook his head with a hayseed smile.
JAMES RADFORD: It's comments like that that make me wonder if you two aren't funny.
S.O.B. snorted from his secluded corner, and all eyes fell on him as he let out a chuckle.
S.O.B.: That ain't all that makes somebody think their funny. Them boys are more fruity than a....than a....fruit stand.
The other three winced at the pitiful pun, and S.O.B. spit and sputtered at not being able to come up with anything better.
S.O.B.: Listen you cracker bastards! All I know is that none of you better go out there and embarrass me. Bad enough that I'm lumped together with you clowns, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you make an ass out of me.
As if on cue, a familiar painted face pops his head through the locker room door.
REDRUM: Did someone say clowns?
S.O.B. hung his head in disdain, and let out a whimpering sound. 'Why me, Lord? Why me?' The rest of the enhancement talent all greeted the clown with wide grins, and Radford even waved in the 'awe shucks' way that all fine country boys do.
REDRUM: Well look at you boys, all gussied up for a dance with destiny. First, I thought maybe we'd break into Lady Munin's office again, and then we could pants Ji and shove him through the curtain in front of everyone. After that, we can.....
His voice trailed off as the boys stared at him, shaking their heads 'no' in unison. It was 'Country Fine' that leaned forward in his seat to confront the clown.
JAMES RADFORD: Mr. Rum, sir. We're all real grateful for everything you've done for us...
S.O.B. snorted loudly, and James gave him a dirty look, before turning back to the clown with genuine conviction.
JAMES RADFORD: But three of us have matches here tonight, and we don't have time to run around smoking wacky backy or stealing panties, or playing pranks on that poor metro fella that Lady Munin hangs around with.
REDRUM: Who? Alex Cross?
JAMES RADFORD: No, that Ji fellah...you know what? Never mind. The point is, we might not have ever made it onto the DVD tapings if it hadn't been for being around you while the cameras were rolling, so we all got you a little something as a token of our appreciation.
S.O.B. held his hand up matter-of-factly to halt the procession before it could go any further.
S.O.B.: Let me makes myself clear. THEY....got you a little something. As far as I'm concerned, you'se is just some Cracker in face paint who I'm pretty sure also has Down Syndrome.
Redrum looks at S.O.B. with a confused expression.
REDRUM: Down Syndrome? DOWN SYNDROME? HOW COULD YOU EVER SAY THAT I'M DOWN! I'm the happiest mother fucker here!
S.O.B. shook his head in disgust as Pan and Rufio reached into their bag, and produced a huge plume of Cotton Candy still fresh sealed in the bag. Redrum's eyes light up like a Christmas Tree, and he takes the gift as it's handed to him, and crushes it to his chest.
REDRUM: This is for me! Really? There's nothing more than I love than cotton candy....well, unless you count used panties. GUYS! You shouldn't have!
S.O.B.: I didn't cracker!
Radford casts the surly black man a reproachful glance, before turning back to Redrum with a grin.
JAMES RADFORD: It's the least we could do, Mr. Rum. Cause of you, we're going to go out there and tear it up! YEEEEEEEHAWW!
Redrum grinned, nodding, as he turned to exit. When he had passed by the locker room, he paused in one of the empty halls, and looked into the camera with a sad expression, tears welling up in my eyes.
REDRUM: Awwwwwww!! My babies are all grown up!
The expression changes in the flash of an eye as he cackles out a wild laugh, stuffs some cotton candy into his mouth, and bounces down the hallway knocking over technicians and stage hands in his wake.
“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#10. A shot of Johnathan Alexander getting the pin over Al Envy only to take a beat down by GZW's Red Dragon; Airborne performing a death defying aerial assault on Julian Justice; The finale of the epic encounter between Trixie and Kelsey Spencer where the two women shook hands in a sign of respect; The mayhem and violence that came from the Dick Reynold's Open Invitational between Alex Black and Stevie Harris; Security separating O'Donnell and Press from tearing each other apart after The Box Office; Alexandra Kelly and Jack Nomad standing victorious over Tapioca Joe and Johnathan Alexander; Ruby Ridge defeating Johnny Sykes, and celebrating in the ring afterwards; 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 Stopher Gym, in good ole Thibodaux. I am Percival Banion Chord, and this lovely lady to my left is Caitlin Casey, and this is WICKED#11!
CAT: Did you really just say good ole? Wow.
PERCY: We're home in the good state of Louisiana so who cares how I celebrate it.
CAT: We rarely leave but whatever.
PERCY: Moving right along tonight we kick off things with an awesome fatal four way pitting Alexandra Kelly versus Airborne versus Roy Baker versus Kelsey Spencer in what is sure to be a great match.
CAT: With Heatstroke just around the corner each of these wrestlers will be looking for any kind of advantage going into that big 16 person match.
PERCY: Very much so. After that we've got the debuting Ava taking on the racist as hell S.O.B.
CAT: Not sure I see a problem but whatever.
PERCY: Are you serious? Wow! Anyways, what else is on the schedule? I'm totally thrown off. Oh yes, Luke Knux takes on one half of the Lost Boys in Rufio. You have to know that he's keeping one eye open for Jack Nomad after recent events.
CAT: Yeah, well can't say I really blame Jack. Luke wrote a pretty awful song about him.
PERCY: You're really something you know that Cat? Following that we've got another edition of the Box Office with Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander. The two men who have been carrying the PAW banner proudly against GZW. You have to know that Joshua Samson and the rest of GZW will be watching.
CAT: Watching? Don't you mean getting involved? Anywhere those two go it seems GZW is right behind them, just look at what happened at Wicked #10 when Red Dragon attacked Jonathan after his win.
PERCY: Very true. I hope Tapioca and Jonathan have a surprise in their pocket because they'll need it.
CAT: It would need to be a pretty big one.
PERCY: No doubt. Though in an interesting turn we've got our first ever interfed match pitting Strike Towers very own Nirvana against James Radford. Now this should be a great match to watch. I've got to admit I'm looking forward to this one.
CAT: I agree but what will people think if Nirvana comes into PAW and wins against one of our own?
PERCY: It could happen.
CAT: I'm protesting this match under grounds of it being a stupid idea.
PERCY: I could say the same thing about hiring you but I won't.
CAT: Asshole.
PERCY: No argument here. Why do I feel like I'm missing something?
CAT: You mean like the main event? You forgot a match last week and this week you forget the main event. Who should never have been hired again?
PERCY: Everyone makes mistakes Cat, not my fault you're a walking one.
CAT: Whatever, I wasn't a mistake. Unlike that shit on your head you call hair.
PERCY: Hey this is a nice haircut.
CAT: Maybe if you're Prince.
PERCY: Too soon Cat, way too soon..
CAT: Unity!
PERCY: Dear God help me. Yes, how can we forget the main event?
CAT: You sure did.
PERCY: Yes but how could anyone else? We've got our PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press, teaming up with former Titan of the Midway Champion, Johnny Raike, going against the team of number one contender, CJ O'Donnell, and current Titan of the Midway Champion, Calvin Harris. None of these men have much love for the person standing across from them.
CAT: If these men make it through this match in one piece I'll be surprised.
PERCY: I agree completely. This match just looks like a problem waiting to happen.
CAT: I can only hope.
PERCY: With that being said welcome once again to Wicked#11!
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from the previous WICKED#10. A shot of Johnathan Alexander getting the pin over Al Envy only to take a beat down by GZW's Red Dragon; Airborne performing a death defying aerial assault on Julian Justice; The finale of the epic encounter between Trixie and Kelsey Spencer where the two women shook hands in a sign of respect; The mayhem and violence that came from the Dick Reynold's Open Invitational between Alex Black and Stevie Harris; Security separating O'Donnell and Press from tearing each other apart after The Box Office; Alexandra Kelly and Jack Nomad standing victorious over Tapioca Joe and Johnathan Alexander; Ruby Ridge defeating Johnny Sykes, and celebrating in the ring afterwards; 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 Stopher Gym, in good ole Thibodaux. I am Percival Banion Chord, and this lovely lady to my left is Caitlin Casey, and this is WICKED#11!
CAT: Did you really just say good ole? Wow.
PERCY: We're home in the good state of Louisiana so who cares how I celebrate it.
CAT: We rarely leave but whatever.
PERCY: Moving right along tonight we kick off things with an awesome fatal four way pitting Alexandra Kelly versus Airborne versus Roy Baker versus Kelsey Spencer in what is sure to be a great match.
CAT: With Heatstroke just around the corner each of these wrestlers will be looking for any kind of advantage going into that big 16 person match.
PERCY: Very much so. After that we've got the debuting Ava taking on the racist as hell S.O.B.
CAT: Not sure I see a problem but whatever.
PERCY: Are you serious? Wow! Anyways, what else is on the schedule? I'm totally thrown off. Oh yes, Luke Knux takes on one half of the Lost Boys in Rufio. You have to know that he's keeping one eye open for Jack Nomad after recent events.
CAT: Yeah, well can't say I really blame Jack. Luke wrote a pretty awful song about him.
PERCY: You're really something you know that Cat? Following that we've got another edition of the Box Office with Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander. The two men who have been carrying the PAW banner proudly against GZW. You have to know that Joshua Samson and the rest of GZW will be watching.
CAT: Watching? Don't you mean getting involved? Anywhere those two go it seems GZW is right behind them, just look at what happened at Wicked #10 when Red Dragon attacked Jonathan after his win.
PERCY: Very true. I hope Tapioca and Jonathan have a surprise in their pocket because they'll need it.
CAT: It would need to be a pretty big one.
PERCY: No doubt. Though in an interesting turn we've got our first ever interfed match pitting Strike Towers very own Nirvana against James Radford. Now this should be a great match to watch. I've got to admit I'm looking forward to this one.
CAT: I agree but what will people think if Nirvana comes into PAW and wins against one of our own?
PERCY: It could happen.
CAT: I'm protesting this match under grounds of it being a stupid idea.
PERCY: I could say the same thing about hiring you but I won't.
CAT: Asshole.
PERCY: No argument here. Why do I feel like I'm missing something?
CAT: You mean like the main event? You forgot a match last week and this week you forget the main event. Who should never have been hired again?
PERCY: Everyone makes mistakes Cat, not my fault you're a walking one.
CAT: Whatever, I wasn't a mistake. Unlike that shit on your head you call hair.
PERCY: Hey this is a nice haircut.
CAT: Maybe if you're Prince.
PERCY: Too soon Cat, way too soon..
CAT: Unity!
PERCY: Dear God help me. Yes, how can we forget the main event?
CAT: You sure did.
PERCY: Yes but how could anyone else? We've got our PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press, teaming up with former Titan of the Midway Champion, Johnny Raike, going against the team of number one contender, CJ O'Donnell, and current Titan of the Midway Champion, Calvin Harris. None of these men have much love for the person standing across from them.
CAT: If these men make it through this match in one piece I'll be surprised.
PERCY: I agree completely. This match just looks like a problem waiting to happen.
CAT: I can only hope.
PERCY: With that being said welcome once again to Wicked#11!
Opening Bout
SPECIAL HEAT STROKE PREVIEW
Fatal Four Way Elimination Match
Airborne versus Alexandra Kelly versus Roy Baker versus Kelsey Spencer
PERCY: Folks, I just received word through my head set that this match is no longer going to be a Fatal Four Way as Airborne had some trouble earlier this week re-entering the country. Something to do with his Passport.
CAT: Wait....I thought he was a U.S. Citizen.
PERCY: He is, but apparently there was a problem at the border, and they wouldn't let him pass. Since he's not going to be here, this match has been made a triple threat.
CAT: Hahahahahahahaha! Are you trying to tell me that he got turned away at his own border! I told you he was a light skinned Mexican! I knew it!
Percy shakes his head as Rhonda takes center stage in the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a special Heat Stroke Preview Match and will fall under Triple Threat Elimination Rules!!
'Break Me' by Six Side Die hits over the PA System, and as the melodic guitar shuffles through, it transitions into a much more aggressive pace. Roy Baker moves past the curtain right on cue with the music, very loosely walking down the ramp bobbing his head to the beat. He is focused on the ring and his entrance theme with a very cold look in his eye.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, hailing from West Hollywood, California, and weighting in at 205 pounds, he is 'The Prince'...ROY BAKER!!
Upon reaching ringside, he jumps on the apron and grabs the middle rope as he leans back. He slides under the bottom rope into the ring and quickly transitions to kneeling on one knee, holding his fists together to the camera. Roy snaps his arms back and quickly gets to his feet as he chills in the corner for the match to start.
PERCY: Roy Baker is an interesting character. No one can tell if he's an actual Prince, just thinks he's a Prince, or is trying to be like Prince.
CAT: Too soon, Percy! Too soon.
'Because I'm Awesome' by the Dollyrots hits over the audio system, and Kelsey Spencer bursts out from behind the curtain, brimming with energy. She's all smiles as she makes her way down the ramp with a spring in her step, slapping the outstretched hands of young fans as she passes.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way down to the ring, she hails from The Gold Coast, and weights in at 124 pounds. She is 'Blue Thunder' KELSEY SPENCER!!
Kelsey reaches ringside, and enters the ring by scaling the turnbuckle on the outside and jumping over the top rope, throwing up the sign of the horns with confidence. She settles back into a corner to await their final opponent.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer looking good out here tonight, as she should considering she hasn't lost a match yet here in PAW.
CAT: I know, and that last one against Trixie damn near made me sick. At least tonight I know if she tries to shake Alexandra Kelly's hand, that 'The Pixie' will rip her arm off and beat her to death with it.
No sooner had Cat said that when the lights in the arena suddenly cut out, leaving the crowd in complete darkness for a few moments, before the first notes of 'Fresh Blood' by The She Demons blast out of the speakers. Mixed reactions are given by the audience, but mostly positive chants start. There is a single purple spot light that falls onto the top of the entrance ramp, when Alexandra Kelly, better known as the Pixie, steps out. She just stands there for a moment, soaking in the atmosphere.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Now making her way to the ring, she hails from West Palm Beach, Florida, and weights in at 107 pounds. She is 'The Pixie' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
The Team Pixie chants erupt after the announcement, and the small devil starts walking down the ramp, here and there touching a few hands, wearing that famous business smile. With the music playing out loud by now, Pixie takes a moment to pose in front of the ring, pointing at some of the crowd, before finally sliding inside the ring and making her way onto one of the second turnbuckles. The crowd continues going nuts for her, and she plays up to them until finally hopping down, and turning to face her opponents.
PERCY: The Pixie has already captivated the audience, who isn't always sure whether to cheer or boo her in recent weeks. There's no denying that she has a mean streak.
CAT: Of coarse she does, and that's why the people like me love her so much.
Rhonda exits the ring, and A-Ref calls for the bell, while the three competitors in the match suspiciously look from one to the other. Finally it's Kelsey Spencer who steps forwards, placing her left hand behind her back, and offering her right to her other two competitors, assuring them with a nod to have a good match. Baker and Kelly stare at Spencer with what almost seems like disbelief, before Baker rockets out of his corner, and nails Spencer with a clothesline that drives her down to the mat. He looks up just in time to see Alexandra Kelly come sailing in with a drop kick that knocks him off balance, but doesn't take him off his feet. Kelly pops back up to her feet, takes a few steps back, and then rushes forwards once again with another drop kick. This time, Baker is sent down to the canvas, and Kelly pops back up once more only to get caught through the legs by Kelsey Spencer who takes her down into a school boy pin.
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2...
PERCY: Pixie easily gets out of that pin attempt, and both she and Kelsey Spencer back on their feet at the same time! Kelly goes for a swing but Spencer ducks it, hooks Pixie around the waist, and BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!
CAT: Damn! These bitches ain't here to play tonight!
PERCY: You got that right. Spencer back up to her feet, but so is Baker! He grabs her by the arm, spins her around, and OH! Scoops her right up, and puts her back down with a body slam! He hits off the ropes for added momentum, coming back now, and drops the leg down across her throat with a snap leg drop!
Baker hops up, and then falls right into another leg drop, before popping up, and dropping a third. Spencer rolls to the side holding her neck after the impact, and Baker turns his attention to Alexandra Kelly. Just as Baker turns in her direction she nails him with a boot to the midsection, doubling him over, and then swoops in with a stiff European Uppercut, then another, then one more for good measure. The vicious hits knock the much larger Roy back into the ropes, and she wades in after him with a knee to the midsection before grabbing him by the wrist, and going to shoot him off the ropes. Roy uses his size to reverse the maneuver, sending her towards the ropes instead. On her rebound, Kelly ducks a double ax handle smash attempt by Baker, and rebounds once again only to have Baker drop his shoulder for a back body drop. Kelly leap frogs over her larger opponent to land behind him, and then whirls around with a harsh kick to the back of his knee. Baker reaches for the appendage, but his fingers get stomped for his trouble as Kelly strikes once more. Finally, she takes a step back, and then falls forward with her elbow right into the insertion of the knee, dropping Baker down to the mat.
PERCY: Chop Block by Pixie, and she takes the six foot two Baker down to the mat! That just proves that dynamite comes in small packages!
CAT: Yeah, but while she's taking care of Baker, Kelsey Spencer has had all the time in the world to get to her feet on the other side of the ring and recover from those leg drops.
Spencer comes to stand right behind Kelly and waits for the woman to turn back in her direction before reaching down and grabbing her by the back of her legs, and yanking them out from under her. Kelly lies across the mat with her legs up in the air, when Spencer cinches up to Alex's knees, and then turns her over into a Boston Crab.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer has Alexandra Kelly locked into a submission dead center of the ring, and even though this is early on in the match, this could easily give her the first elimination of the night!
CAT: Yeah, you don't want to be put in that sort of predicament for long, cause even after you get out of it, it's still going to stick with you through the match.
Kelly reaches out for the ropes, which seem far away, but a wracking spasm in her back causes her to grit her teeth and slam her fist into the mat in frustration. Spencer can hear her opponents biting refusals to A-Ref, causing her to sit back even deeper on the hold. At this point, Kelly literally looks as if she's being folded in half, as Spencer calls out to the crowd for their support. Suddenly Roy Baker appears sailing through the air out of nowhere, hooks Spencer around the head, and then drives her face first into the mat with a bulldog. Kelly clutches at her back, thankful to be out of the hold, and rolls towards the ropes and eventually outside for some much needed recovery, while Baker gets to his feet, and yanks Spencer up as well.
PERCY: Well, I don't know how smart that was, saving Alexandra Kelly. I'm not so sure she would have done the same for him.
CAT: Instincts, Percy. He probably forgot this isn't a one fall match, but an elimination match.
Baker leads Spencer back to the center of the ring where he hooks her around the head, then reaches down and hooks her by the knee, and then snaps her over into a beautiful fisherman's suplex. He bridges for the pin.
1...
2...
PERCY: ThreKICKOUT! Kelsey Spencer gets the shoulder up in the nick of time, but the look on Roy Baker's face says he has some bad designs.
CAT: Nice...now it's time to get brutal!
Baker stares down at the prone Spencer, and shakes his head before falling back into the ropes for momentum. Just when he's about to spring forwards, Alexandra Kelly appears, hooking him around the ankles, and sending him toppling face first to the canvas. She quickly hops up on the ring apron, rushes to the nearest corner, and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once at the top, Baker has started to get back to his feet, and he turns just in time to see her take flight with a high cross body that catches him perfectly, taking both of them down to the mat. Kelly is able to stay on top for the cover.
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2...
PERCY: Thr-Baker with the shoulder up. Man, that Pixie can fly!
Pixie hops up off the cover, and as Roy tries to get up, she sends a vicious side kick into his temple, sending him reeling back to the mat clutching his face. She turns to survey the ring, and watches as Spencer comes tearing out of a corner to try and bowl her over with a clothesline, but she ducks the maneuver. When Kelsey turns back to try and gain her bearings, Kelly reaches out and laces her hands behind Spencer's head, and then drops down to one knee, yanking Spencer face first down into her other knee. Blue Thunder snaps back to the canvas, clutching at her face, as Alex gets back up to her feet, satisfaction splayed across her face. She turns around to be caught off guard by Roy Baker, who grabs hold of her arm, falls back, dragging her to the mat, while he locks on a savage Fujiwara Arm Bar.
CAT: I don't think the arm's supposed to bend like that, Percy.
PERCY: It most certainly does not! Alexandra Kelly looks to be in considerable pain, as Baker savagely puts more torque on her arm and shoulder.
A-Ref drops in front of Kelly who shakes her head no defiantly, though the pain shows through every once in awhile with a harsh cry that echoes through out the arena. The fans start a 'Pixie' chant to try and revitalize the star, but the chant soon fades out and grows into loud cheers. Kelsey Spencer is seen climbing up the turnbuckles on the far side of the ring, and Roy Baker notices her just as she reaches the top. He quickly releases the hold on Kelly in order to try and get out of the way, but it's too late, as Spencer comes leaping off the turnbuckle with a frog splash. She lands on top of Kelly, crushing Baker beneath her, and bounces off to land in a heap to the side. She clutches at her midsection, as A-Ref looks at the devastation, shakes his head, and begins a count.
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CAT: Wait...Can he do that?
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PERCY: Do what?
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CAT: Count them all out!
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PERCY: Well, it looks like that's what he's doing.
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CAT: Then who get's eliminated?
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PERCY: I guess they all do.
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At eight Spencer has rolled over to the nearby ropes, and uses them to help herself to her feet, while at the same time in the center of the ring, Alexandra Kelly rocks her knee's up to her chest, and then pops up off the canvas with a kip-up. The crowd goes wild as the two women stare across the ring at one another. Spencer gives a nod of respect, before making her way to face off with 'The Pixie' who stares daggers through Blue Thunder. The two tie up, which finds Pixie with the go behind, hooking Spencer around the waist. She hoists upwards as if she might go for a German Suplex, but Kelsey kicks like mad, blocking the hold and putting them back in the same position. Spencer searches for an opening, or some way of reversal, and cocks her arm back to try for an elbow. Just as she fires off, Alex ducks under, still retaining her hold on Spencer's midsection, but allowing her to spin to where they are now face to face. Pixie smiles, just before taking Kelsey down with an overhead release belly to belly suplex. Spencer hits hard, and then continues to skid across the mat as Kelly pops back up to survey her handiwork.
PERCY: Good Lord! Kelsey Spencer just got launched across the ring by Pixie, and she looks the worse for wear after that maneuver.
CAT: Yeah, and Kelly doesn't look like she's going to give her a chance to catch her breath.
Alex stalks over to where Spencer landed, reaching down and getting a handful of hair before yanking her up to her feet. She still maintains a fistful of hair with one hand, before reaching down and getting a fistful of tights with the other, and then dosey-does Kelsey around the ring before sending her head first through the ropes to the concrete below. Spencer hits the floor hard, and Kelly smirks down at her from the ring. She doesn't get to gloat long, as Roy Baker sneaks up behind her, wraps his hands around her chin, and then falls back, placing both of his knee's directly into the center of her spine.
PERCY: BACKSTABBER TO ALEXANDRA KELLY!! Roy Baker going for the cover!
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Thre-At the very last nano-second, Kelly's shoulder thrusts off the canvas, and A-Ref signals no fall as Baker snaps up to argue. The Prince seems beside himself as he shakes his head in disbelief, and threatens A-Ref with a right hand if he doesn't learn to count. A-Ref shoves Baker right back, wagging his finger in the mans face, and putting him back on his heel. Baker throws his hands up in placation, and then slips around A-Ref to continue his assault on Kelly. He reaches down, jerking the woman up to her feet, and then takes her by the wrist and shoots her off the ropes. Kelly rebounds off the other side, and Baker catches her from the side, lifting her up, and dropping down with authority into a side slam. He looks confident as he hooks the leg, and settles back across the smaller woman's frame for another cover.
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PERCY: Thre-OH MY GOD! SHE KICKED OUT!!
CAT: I honestly didn't think she could take much more.
The fans come to their feet in cheers for their Pixie as Roy Baker just sits there slack jawed from shock. He angrily reaches down and grabs her leg once more, this time wrenching back even further, and putting all 205 pounds of his body on top of the petite starlet.
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PERCY: Thre-SHE KICKED OUT AGAIN, AND ROY BAKER LOOKS BESIDE HIMSELF!
CAT: You know, Roy Baker came out here cool, calm, and collected, and is usually all business, but I think that Alexandra Kelly kicking out that last time might have knocked a screw loose!
Baker snaps up to his feet, ignoring the cheering crowd, and hunkers down, waiting, almost begging, for Alexandra Kelly to get back to her feet. Much to everyone's surprise, the Pixie does just that, first rolling onto her stomach, and then slowly pushing up off the mat. Just as Baker is about to move in for the kill, he's caught square in the back by a springboard drop kick by Kelsey Spencer. Baker lurches forwards, crashing into the still groggy Kelly, sending her sailing backwards and right through the ropes to land on the outside. Baker moves to get back up to his feet, but while still in the push up position, Spencer rushes towards him, hops up onto his back like a step, then leaps from there to the top rope, where she promptly sits down, which snaps her legs backward as she completes the flip, crashing down across Roy Baker's back.
PERCY: SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT TO BAKER!!
CAT: Man, this action is getting intense! Everyone's pulling out all the stops!
Spencer doesn't stay prone for long before hopping back up, and signaling to the crowd that it's time to put Roy away.
CAT: She can't really expect to get him up for her finisher does she? He's a 205 pound man!
PERCY: Wilder things have happened here in PAW, Cat. We'll just have to see if she can do it.
Roy slowly gets up to his feet, and Spencer positions herself behind him every step of the way, until finally he's all the way up. She slips her head underneath his arm, and moves to try and get him up, and she's halfway successful, until Roy kicks his feet forwards, rolling right off of her shoulder to land on his feet behind her. Kelly spins around in surprise only to be caught with a boot to the midsection by Baker, and then a double under hook DDT.
PERCY: DETHRONE!!! Kelsey Spencer just got dropped in Roy Baker's patented finisher, and this one is all but over for Blue Thunder!
CAT: So much for that undefeated streak!
Roy rolls Spencer over for the cover, but looks up to spy Alexandra Kelly trying to sneak in the ring. Knowing that she'll probably break up the count, he hops up suddenly, and rushes at her with a clothesline. Kelly ducks under Roy's arm, catching hold of it as he goes. As he winds around, she yanks down on the arm causing him to lower his head, and she jumps into the air, hooking him around the head with her thighs, releases the hold on the arm, then spins through to slip in behind him and hook the arm again, this time from the opposite side.
PERCY: THE ALEX EFFECT!! Roy Baker is locked into the Alex Effect Submission, and He's got nowhere to go!
CAT: Yeah, but he sure is trying....stalking around the ring with Alexandra Kelly in tow, but she's yanking back on that arm so that he can't reach out for the ropes.
Roy Baker takes one more step before the toll of carrying an extra 115 pounds, plus the effects of this match, become too much, and he drops to one knee far from his saving grace, the ropes. He grunts out his denial as A-Ref continues to question him, until finally his protests cease to come. A-Ref takes Roy's dangling free arm, lifts it, then lets it go. It drops like dead weight to his side. A-Ref turns towards the time keeper, and signals one.
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He checks the arm again.
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And for a third time.
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PERCY: Alexandra Kelly just knocked out Roy Baker with her submission because he refused to quit!
CAT: That is one nasty move, Percy....and it doesn't look like Kelly is too keen on releasing it either.
A-Ref calls for the bell, and Rhonda lifts the microphone to her lips.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Roy Baker has just been eliminated!
Even after the announcement Kelly remains locked into her submission, and it isn't until A-Ref threatens to reverse the decision that The Pixie releases the hold. Baker falls to the mat, unsure of which part of his anatomy he want's to clutch at, while Alex smirks down at him. She then turns her full attention onto Kelsey Spencer, who has just gotten to her feet, and fallen back into a corner. Pixie rushes into the corner, reigning in vicious rights down onto Spencer, before pulling the woman out of the corner, hooking her around the head like a stunner, then running up the turnbuckles, and shoving off the top to spin over and drive Kelsey Spencer's head into the canvas.
PERCY: SHINIRUI BY KELLY TO SPENCER! GOD! This one has to be over!
CAT: That Pixie is brutal!
Kelly grabs for Spencer's leg, and yanks back for a cover.
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Thre-Just as A-Ref's hand was about to come down for a third time, Spencer's shoulder slipped off the canvas, causing him to angle the direction of his hand so as not to strike the mat.
PERCY: IT'S PIXIES TURN TO BE SHOCKED! SHE DIDN'T GET THE PIN!
CAT: I just saw it, and don't believe it!
Kelly stares down at Spencer in dismay, before that surprise turns to unbridled fury. A wicked smile turns up on Pixies face, and her eyes burn like dark orbs as she grabs Kelsey by the hair, and jerks her up off the mat. She hooks her around the head, and lifts her up into a suplex position, steps closer to the ropes, and then drops her forwards to land sternum first across the top rope. Spencer just dangles there, while Kelly begins to climb the turnbuckles from the inside. When she reaches the top, the crowd are on their feet as she signals, and then leaps off with a leg drop. At the last second Spencer pulls back from the ropes to land feet first on the ring apron, leaving Kelly to find nothing but air. She strikes the mat ass first, and reaches back to clutch at her bottom while Spencer groggily starts to ascend the same corner Pixie had flew off of. As Kelly rises to her feet, still clutching her bottom, she slowly turns only to find a leaping round house kick to the face from the top rope by Spencer.
PERCY: Alexandra Kelly just got thrown for a loop, and Spencer is stumbling around, but she's still on her feet. She's begging for Kelly to rise!
CAT: Could we some of that Blue Thunder magic?
Kelly holds her face in the palms of her hand as she slowly forces herself up to her feet, and Spencer is there waiting for her, dipping her head under the woman's arm, and lifting her up for the spin into her Blue Thunder Bomb. The only problem is that Alexandra Kelly hooks Kelsey around the head as she's spun, and somehow turns the maneuver into a head scissors take over. Kelsey skids across the mat from the impact, and Kelly sucks in great gasps of air from the effort. A-Ref starts to count, but holds off as both women grunt and grumble, making it to their feet at the same time on opposite sides of the ring. They both look at each other through curtains of hair, and a glint gleams out of their eyes as they both take off in a charge towards the other. Just as they are about to meet, Kelly goes for a clothesline, which Kelsey ducks. When The Pixie spins back around, her hands are out in front of her to catch the boot that Kelsey tried to thrust into her gut. She spins the leg to the right, causing Spencer to spin off balance, giving Kelly the time to bounce into the nearby ropes for momentum. When Kelsey finally comes to a stop she is dizzy from all the action and the spin, so she's unable to fend off Kelly, who with a leap, posts up on Kelsey's inside thigh, and then brings her other foot around to connect with the back of Spencer's head.
PERCY: SPOTLIGHT TO KELSEY SPENCER!! ALEXANDRA KELLY FOR THE DESPERATE PIN!
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CAT: I can't believe it! She got both of them!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here is your sole survivor of the night, and the winner by pin fall, 'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
Kelly sits in the center of the ring by Kelsey's prone body, lumps and bruises starting to show through on her face and midsection. She breathes heavily as A-Ref steps over to check on her, but she shoos him away. With some effort she gets herself onto one knee, and then finally pushes up to her full height, only to stumble over into the ropes. She lets them holder her up as she looks up with a wicked smile to her adoring fans, who start a Pixie chant.
PERCY: Alexandra Kelly picks up a huge victory here, but at what cost? She's one of the toughest competitors we have here in PAW, but this has been a war, and it's going to be even worse at Heat Stroke as she, along with fifteen other PAW superstars, head into an over the top rope Battle Royal with the #1 contendership to the Titans of the Midway Championship on the line!
CAT: Nice plug, captain obvious. Of coarse she's banged up! She just went through the match of her life here tonight, but the point is....SHE WON! She has a psychological advantage over Roy Baker and Kelsey Spencer going into Heat Stroke, and you gotta believe....she probably spooked the rest of the participants as well.
PERCY: Well, we'll just have to find out about that on June 9th, but for right now, let's hear a word from the advertising department.
CAT: Wait....I thought he was a U.S. Citizen.
PERCY: He is, but apparently there was a problem at the border, and they wouldn't let him pass. Since he's not going to be here, this match has been made a triple threat.
CAT: Hahahahahahahaha! Are you trying to tell me that he got turned away at his own border! I told you he was a light skinned Mexican! I knew it!
Percy shakes his head as Rhonda takes center stage in the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a special Heat Stroke Preview Match and will fall under Triple Threat Elimination Rules!!
'Break Me' by Six Side Die hits over the PA System, and as the melodic guitar shuffles through, it transitions into a much more aggressive pace. Roy Baker moves past the curtain right on cue with the music, very loosely walking down the ramp bobbing his head to the beat. He is focused on the ring and his entrance theme with a very cold look in his eye.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, hailing from West Hollywood, California, and weighting in at 205 pounds, he is 'The Prince'...ROY BAKER!!
Upon reaching ringside, he jumps on the apron and grabs the middle rope as he leans back. He slides under the bottom rope into the ring and quickly transitions to kneeling on one knee, holding his fists together to the camera. Roy snaps his arms back and quickly gets to his feet as he chills in the corner for the match to start.
PERCY: Roy Baker is an interesting character. No one can tell if he's an actual Prince, just thinks he's a Prince, or is trying to be like Prince.
CAT: Too soon, Percy! Too soon.
'Because I'm Awesome' by the Dollyrots hits over the audio system, and Kelsey Spencer bursts out from behind the curtain, brimming with energy. She's all smiles as she makes her way down the ramp with a spring in her step, slapping the outstretched hands of young fans as she passes.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way down to the ring, she hails from The Gold Coast, and weights in at 124 pounds. She is 'Blue Thunder' KELSEY SPENCER!!
Kelsey reaches ringside, and enters the ring by scaling the turnbuckle on the outside and jumping over the top rope, throwing up the sign of the horns with confidence. She settles back into a corner to await their final opponent.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer looking good out here tonight, as she should considering she hasn't lost a match yet here in PAW.
CAT: I know, and that last one against Trixie damn near made me sick. At least tonight I know if she tries to shake Alexandra Kelly's hand, that 'The Pixie' will rip her arm off and beat her to death with it.
No sooner had Cat said that when the lights in the arena suddenly cut out, leaving the crowd in complete darkness for a few moments, before the first notes of 'Fresh Blood' by The She Demons blast out of the speakers. Mixed reactions are given by the audience, but mostly positive chants start. There is a single purple spot light that falls onto the top of the entrance ramp, when Alexandra Kelly, better known as the Pixie, steps out. She just stands there for a moment, soaking in the atmosphere.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Now making her way to the ring, she hails from West Palm Beach, Florida, and weights in at 107 pounds. She is 'The Pixie' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
The Team Pixie chants erupt after the announcement, and the small devil starts walking down the ramp, here and there touching a few hands, wearing that famous business smile. With the music playing out loud by now, Pixie takes a moment to pose in front of the ring, pointing at some of the crowd, before finally sliding inside the ring and making her way onto one of the second turnbuckles. The crowd continues going nuts for her, and she plays up to them until finally hopping down, and turning to face her opponents.
PERCY: The Pixie has already captivated the audience, who isn't always sure whether to cheer or boo her in recent weeks. There's no denying that she has a mean streak.
CAT: Of coarse she does, and that's why the people like me love her so much.
Rhonda exits the ring, and A-Ref calls for the bell, while the three competitors in the match suspiciously look from one to the other. Finally it's Kelsey Spencer who steps forwards, placing her left hand behind her back, and offering her right to her other two competitors, assuring them with a nod to have a good match. Baker and Kelly stare at Spencer with what almost seems like disbelief, before Baker rockets out of his corner, and nails Spencer with a clothesline that drives her down to the mat. He looks up just in time to see Alexandra Kelly come sailing in with a drop kick that knocks him off balance, but doesn't take him off his feet. Kelly pops back up to her feet, takes a few steps back, and then rushes forwards once again with another drop kick. This time, Baker is sent down to the canvas, and Kelly pops back up once more only to get caught through the legs by Kelsey Spencer who takes her down into a school boy pin.
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PERCY: Pixie easily gets out of that pin attempt, and both she and Kelsey Spencer back on their feet at the same time! Kelly goes for a swing but Spencer ducks it, hooks Pixie around the waist, and BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!
CAT: Damn! These bitches ain't here to play tonight!
PERCY: You got that right. Spencer back up to her feet, but so is Baker! He grabs her by the arm, spins her around, and OH! Scoops her right up, and puts her back down with a body slam! He hits off the ropes for added momentum, coming back now, and drops the leg down across her throat with a snap leg drop!
Baker hops up, and then falls right into another leg drop, before popping up, and dropping a third. Spencer rolls to the side holding her neck after the impact, and Baker turns his attention to Alexandra Kelly. Just as Baker turns in her direction she nails him with a boot to the midsection, doubling him over, and then swoops in with a stiff European Uppercut, then another, then one more for good measure. The vicious hits knock the much larger Roy back into the ropes, and she wades in after him with a knee to the midsection before grabbing him by the wrist, and going to shoot him off the ropes. Roy uses his size to reverse the maneuver, sending her towards the ropes instead. On her rebound, Kelly ducks a double ax handle smash attempt by Baker, and rebounds once again only to have Baker drop his shoulder for a back body drop. Kelly leap frogs over her larger opponent to land behind him, and then whirls around with a harsh kick to the back of his knee. Baker reaches for the appendage, but his fingers get stomped for his trouble as Kelly strikes once more. Finally, she takes a step back, and then falls forward with her elbow right into the insertion of the knee, dropping Baker down to the mat.
PERCY: Chop Block by Pixie, and she takes the six foot two Baker down to the mat! That just proves that dynamite comes in small packages!
CAT: Yeah, but while she's taking care of Baker, Kelsey Spencer has had all the time in the world to get to her feet on the other side of the ring and recover from those leg drops.
Spencer comes to stand right behind Kelly and waits for the woman to turn back in her direction before reaching down and grabbing her by the back of her legs, and yanking them out from under her. Kelly lies across the mat with her legs up in the air, when Spencer cinches up to Alex's knees, and then turns her over into a Boston Crab.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer has Alexandra Kelly locked into a submission dead center of the ring, and even though this is early on in the match, this could easily give her the first elimination of the night!
CAT: Yeah, you don't want to be put in that sort of predicament for long, cause even after you get out of it, it's still going to stick with you through the match.
Kelly reaches out for the ropes, which seem far away, but a wracking spasm in her back causes her to grit her teeth and slam her fist into the mat in frustration. Spencer can hear her opponents biting refusals to A-Ref, causing her to sit back even deeper on the hold. At this point, Kelly literally looks as if she's being folded in half, as Spencer calls out to the crowd for their support. Suddenly Roy Baker appears sailing through the air out of nowhere, hooks Spencer around the head, and then drives her face first into the mat with a bulldog. Kelly clutches at her back, thankful to be out of the hold, and rolls towards the ropes and eventually outside for some much needed recovery, while Baker gets to his feet, and yanks Spencer up as well.
PERCY: Well, I don't know how smart that was, saving Alexandra Kelly. I'm not so sure she would have done the same for him.
CAT: Instincts, Percy. He probably forgot this isn't a one fall match, but an elimination match.
Baker leads Spencer back to the center of the ring where he hooks her around the head, then reaches down and hooks her by the knee, and then snaps her over into a beautiful fisherman's suplex. He bridges for the pin.
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PERCY: ThreKICKOUT! Kelsey Spencer gets the shoulder up in the nick of time, but the look on Roy Baker's face says he has some bad designs.
CAT: Nice...now it's time to get brutal!
Baker stares down at the prone Spencer, and shakes his head before falling back into the ropes for momentum. Just when he's about to spring forwards, Alexandra Kelly appears, hooking him around the ankles, and sending him toppling face first to the canvas. She quickly hops up on the ring apron, rushes to the nearest corner, and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once at the top, Baker has started to get back to his feet, and he turns just in time to see her take flight with a high cross body that catches him perfectly, taking both of them down to the mat. Kelly is able to stay on top for the cover.
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PERCY: Thr-Baker with the shoulder up. Man, that Pixie can fly!
Pixie hops up off the cover, and as Roy tries to get up, she sends a vicious side kick into his temple, sending him reeling back to the mat clutching his face. She turns to survey the ring, and watches as Spencer comes tearing out of a corner to try and bowl her over with a clothesline, but she ducks the maneuver. When Kelsey turns back to try and gain her bearings, Kelly reaches out and laces her hands behind Spencer's head, and then drops down to one knee, yanking Spencer face first down into her other knee. Blue Thunder snaps back to the canvas, clutching at her face, as Alex gets back up to her feet, satisfaction splayed across her face. She turns around to be caught off guard by Roy Baker, who grabs hold of her arm, falls back, dragging her to the mat, while he locks on a savage Fujiwara Arm Bar.
CAT: I don't think the arm's supposed to bend like that, Percy.
PERCY: It most certainly does not! Alexandra Kelly looks to be in considerable pain, as Baker savagely puts more torque on her arm and shoulder.
A-Ref drops in front of Kelly who shakes her head no defiantly, though the pain shows through every once in awhile with a harsh cry that echoes through out the arena. The fans start a 'Pixie' chant to try and revitalize the star, but the chant soon fades out and grows into loud cheers. Kelsey Spencer is seen climbing up the turnbuckles on the far side of the ring, and Roy Baker notices her just as she reaches the top. He quickly releases the hold on Kelly in order to try and get out of the way, but it's too late, as Spencer comes leaping off the turnbuckle with a frog splash. She lands on top of Kelly, crushing Baker beneath her, and bounces off to land in a heap to the side. She clutches at her midsection, as A-Ref looks at the devastation, shakes his head, and begins a count.
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CAT: Wait...Can he do that?
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PERCY: Do what?
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CAT: Count them all out!
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PERCY: Well, it looks like that's what he's doing.
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CAT: Then who get's eliminated?
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PERCY: I guess they all do.
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At eight Spencer has rolled over to the nearby ropes, and uses them to help herself to her feet, while at the same time in the center of the ring, Alexandra Kelly rocks her knee's up to her chest, and then pops up off the canvas with a kip-up. The crowd goes wild as the two women stare across the ring at one another. Spencer gives a nod of respect, before making her way to face off with 'The Pixie' who stares daggers through Blue Thunder. The two tie up, which finds Pixie with the go behind, hooking Spencer around the waist. She hoists upwards as if she might go for a German Suplex, but Kelsey kicks like mad, blocking the hold and putting them back in the same position. Spencer searches for an opening, or some way of reversal, and cocks her arm back to try for an elbow. Just as she fires off, Alex ducks under, still retaining her hold on Spencer's midsection, but allowing her to spin to where they are now face to face. Pixie smiles, just before taking Kelsey down with an overhead release belly to belly suplex. Spencer hits hard, and then continues to skid across the mat as Kelly pops back up to survey her handiwork.
PERCY: Good Lord! Kelsey Spencer just got launched across the ring by Pixie, and she looks the worse for wear after that maneuver.
CAT: Yeah, and Kelly doesn't look like she's going to give her a chance to catch her breath.
Alex stalks over to where Spencer landed, reaching down and getting a handful of hair before yanking her up to her feet. She still maintains a fistful of hair with one hand, before reaching down and getting a fistful of tights with the other, and then dosey-does Kelsey around the ring before sending her head first through the ropes to the concrete below. Spencer hits the floor hard, and Kelly smirks down at her from the ring. She doesn't get to gloat long, as Roy Baker sneaks up behind her, wraps his hands around her chin, and then falls back, placing both of his knee's directly into the center of her spine.
PERCY: BACKSTABBER TO ALEXANDRA KELLY!! Roy Baker going for the cover!
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Thre-At the very last nano-second, Kelly's shoulder thrusts off the canvas, and A-Ref signals no fall as Baker snaps up to argue. The Prince seems beside himself as he shakes his head in disbelief, and threatens A-Ref with a right hand if he doesn't learn to count. A-Ref shoves Baker right back, wagging his finger in the mans face, and putting him back on his heel. Baker throws his hands up in placation, and then slips around A-Ref to continue his assault on Kelly. He reaches down, jerking the woman up to her feet, and then takes her by the wrist and shoots her off the ropes. Kelly rebounds off the other side, and Baker catches her from the side, lifting her up, and dropping down with authority into a side slam. He looks confident as he hooks the leg, and settles back across the smaller woman's frame for another cover.
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PERCY: Thre-OH MY GOD! SHE KICKED OUT!!
CAT: I honestly didn't think she could take much more.
The fans come to their feet in cheers for their Pixie as Roy Baker just sits there slack jawed from shock. He angrily reaches down and grabs her leg once more, this time wrenching back even further, and putting all 205 pounds of his body on top of the petite starlet.
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PERCY: Thre-SHE KICKED OUT AGAIN, AND ROY BAKER LOOKS BESIDE HIMSELF!
CAT: You know, Roy Baker came out here cool, calm, and collected, and is usually all business, but I think that Alexandra Kelly kicking out that last time might have knocked a screw loose!
Baker snaps up to his feet, ignoring the cheering crowd, and hunkers down, waiting, almost begging, for Alexandra Kelly to get back to her feet. Much to everyone's surprise, the Pixie does just that, first rolling onto her stomach, and then slowly pushing up off the mat. Just as Baker is about to move in for the kill, he's caught square in the back by a springboard drop kick by Kelsey Spencer. Baker lurches forwards, crashing into the still groggy Kelly, sending her sailing backwards and right through the ropes to land on the outside. Baker moves to get back up to his feet, but while still in the push up position, Spencer rushes towards him, hops up onto his back like a step, then leaps from there to the top rope, where she promptly sits down, which snaps her legs backward as she completes the flip, crashing down across Roy Baker's back.
PERCY: SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT TO BAKER!!
CAT: Man, this action is getting intense! Everyone's pulling out all the stops!
Spencer doesn't stay prone for long before hopping back up, and signaling to the crowd that it's time to put Roy away.
CAT: She can't really expect to get him up for her finisher does she? He's a 205 pound man!
PERCY: Wilder things have happened here in PAW, Cat. We'll just have to see if she can do it.
Roy slowly gets up to his feet, and Spencer positions herself behind him every step of the way, until finally he's all the way up. She slips her head underneath his arm, and moves to try and get him up, and she's halfway successful, until Roy kicks his feet forwards, rolling right off of her shoulder to land on his feet behind her. Kelly spins around in surprise only to be caught with a boot to the midsection by Baker, and then a double under hook DDT.
PERCY: DETHRONE!!! Kelsey Spencer just got dropped in Roy Baker's patented finisher, and this one is all but over for Blue Thunder!
CAT: So much for that undefeated streak!
Roy rolls Spencer over for the cover, but looks up to spy Alexandra Kelly trying to sneak in the ring. Knowing that she'll probably break up the count, he hops up suddenly, and rushes at her with a clothesline. Kelly ducks under Roy's arm, catching hold of it as he goes. As he winds around, she yanks down on the arm causing him to lower his head, and she jumps into the air, hooking him around the head with her thighs, releases the hold on the arm, then spins through to slip in behind him and hook the arm again, this time from the opposite side.
PERCY: THE ALEX EFFECT!! Roy Baker is locked into the Alex Effect Submission, and He's got nowhere to go!
CAT: Yeah, but he sure is trying....stalking around the ring with Alexandra Kelly in tow, but she's yanking back on that arm so that he can't reach out for the ropes.
Roy Baker takes one more step before the toll of carrying an extra 115 pounds, plus the effects of this match, become too much, and he drops to one knee far from his saving grace, the ropes. He grunts out his denial as A-Ref continues to question him, until finally his protests cease to come. A-Ref takes Roy's dangling free arm, lifts it, then lets it go. It drops like dead weight to his side. A-Ref turns towards the time keeper, and signals one.
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He checks the arm again.
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And for a third time.
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PERCY: Alexandra Kelly just knocked out Roy Baker with her submission because he refused to quit!
CAT: That is one nasty move, Percy....and it doesn't look like Kelly is too keen on releasing it either.
A-Ref calls for the bell, and Rhonda lifts the microphone to her lips.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Roy Baker has just been eliminated!
Even after the announcement Kelly remains locked into her submission, and it isn't until A-Ref threatens to reverse the decision that The Pixie releases the hold. Baker falls to the mat, unsure of which part of his anatomy he want's to clutch at, while Alex smirks down at him. She then turns her full attention onto Kelsey Spencer, who has just gotten to her feet, and fallen back into a corner. Pixie rushes into the corner, reigning in vicious rights down onto Spencer, before pulling the woman out of the corner, hooking her around the head like a stunner, then running up the turnbuckles, and shoving off the top to spin over and drive Kelsey Spencer's head into the canvas.
PERCY: SHINIRUI BY KELLY TO SPENCER! GOD! This one has to be over!
CAT: That Pixie is brutal!
Kelly grabs for Spencer's leg, and yanks back for a cover.
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Thre-Just as A-Ref's hand was about to come down for a third time, Spencer's shoulder slipped off the canvas, causing him to angle the direction of his hand so as not to strike the mat.
PERCY: IT'S PIXIES TURN TO BE SHOCKED! SHE DIDN'T GET THE PIN!
CAT: I just saw it, and don't believe it!
Kelly stares down at Spencer in dismay, before that surprise turns to unbridled fury. A wicked smile turns up on Pixies face, and her eyes burn like dark orbs as she grabs Kelsey by the hair, and jerks her up off the mat. She hooks her around the head, and lifts her up into a suplex position, steps closer to the ropes, and then drops her forwards to land sternum first across the top rope. Spencer just dangles there, while Kelly begins to climb the turnbuckles from the inside. When she reaches the top, the crowd are on their feet as she signals, and then leaps off with a leg drop. At the last second Spencer pulls back from the ropes to land feet first on the ring apron, leaving Kelly to find nothing but air. She strikes the mat ass first, and reaches back to clutch at her bottom while Spencer groggily starts to ascend the same corner Pixie had flew off of. As Kelly rises to her feet, still clutching her bottom, she slowly turns only to find a leaping round house kick to the face from the top rope by Spencer.
PERCY: Alexandra Kelly just got thrown for a loop, and Spencer is stumbling around, but she's still on her feet. She's begging for Kelly to rise!
CAT: Could we some of that Blue Thunder magic?
Kelly holds her face in the palms of her hand as she slowly forces herself up to her feet, and Spencer is there waiting for her, dipping her head under the woman's arm, and lifting her up for the spin into her Blue Thunder Bomb. The only problem is that Alexandra Kelly hooks Kelsey around the head as she's spun, and somehow turns the maneuver into a head scissors take over. Kelsey skids across the mat from the impact, and Kelly sucks in great gasps of air from the effort. A-Ref starts to count, but holds off as both women grunt and grumble, making it to their feet at the same time on opposite sides of the ring. They both look at each other through curtains of hair, and a glint gleams out of their eyes as they both take off in a charge towards the other. Just as they are about to meet, Kelly goes for a clothesline, which Kelsey ducks. When The Pixie spins back around, her hands are out in front of her to catch the boot that Kelsey tried to thrust into her gut. She spins the leg to the right, causing Spencer to spin off balance, giving Kelly the time to bounce into the nearby ropes for momentum. When Kelsey finally comes to a stop she is dizzy from all the action and the spin, so she's unable to fend off Kelly, who with a leap, posts up on Kelsey's inside thigh, and then brings her other foot around to connect with the back of Spencer's head.
PERCY: SPOTLIGHT TO KELSEY SPENCER!! ALEXANDRA KELLY FOR THE DESPERATE PIN!
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CAT: I can't believe it! She got both of them!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here is your sole survivor of the night, and the winner by pin fall, 'THE PIXIE' ALEXANDRA KELLY!!
Kelly sits in the center of the ring by Kelsey's prone body, lumps and bruises starting to show through on her face and midsection. She breathes heavily as A-Ref steps over to check on her, but she shoos him away. With some effort she gets herself onto one knee, and then finally pushes up to her full height, only to stumble over into the ropes. She lets them holder her up as she looks up with a wicked smile to her adoring fans, who start a Pixie chant.
PERCY: Alexandra Kelly picks up a huge victory here, but at what cost? She's one of the toughest competitors we have here in PAW, but this has been a war, and it's going to be even worse at Heat Stroke as she, along with fifteen other PAW superstars, head into an over the top rope Battle Royal with the #1 contendership to the Titans of the Midway Championship on the line!
CAT: Nice plug, captain obvious. Of coarse she's banged up! She just went through the match of her life here tonight, but the point is....SHE WON! She has a psychological advantage over Roy Baker and Kelsey Spencer going into Heat Stroke, and you gotta believe....she probably spooked the rest of the participants as well.
PERCY: Well, we'll just have to find out about that on June 9th, but for right now, let's hear a word from the advertising department.
JUNE 9th, 2016 - From The Pure Arena
Singles Match
Ava versus S.O.B.
PERCY: Folks, this next match should be awesome as it is a PAW debut matc.....
Percy is suddenly cut off by “Mz. Hyde” by Halestorm blaring through the Stopher Gym, bringing the capacity crowd to their feet in anticipation of this unknown arrival.
PERCY: I wonder who this could be as it isn’t Ava’s or S.O.B.’s entrance music?
CAT: We’ve had so many people coming into the company lately I’ve completely lost count!
PERCY: I’m starting to question why we even have a format anymore!
Walking out onto the entranceway stage is a young woman dressed in tight blue jeans and a black GZW promotional shirt. The front has the phrase “GZW2K1 is Real Wrestling” emblazoned on it while the back simply stated “P.A.W. is a Joke!” A black flat bill GZW hat sits backwards on her head finishes off the outfit. Closely behind her walks the Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esq., dressed to the nines in a black suit. A few steps behind him was Samson’s newly acquired “Insurance Policy”, Jericho “Raze” Cross, who was simply dress in rugged blue jeans and a black band shirt. Upon sight of the Mouthpiece of the Takeover, the crowd instantly explodes into boos.
PERCY: It is clear that that man, Joshua Samson, has in no way endeared himself to the fans of Pure Amusement Wrestling.
CAT: Heat magnet.
The trio make their way down the rampway toward the ring. The crowd lets them have it verbally the entire way. They make their way into the ring to stand center in it. Raze methodically peers about in constant look out for any danger to his client. Samson and the woman stand in front of Raze soaking in the hate from the crowd. Samson whispers something to her which causes her to laugh. He produces a microphone and begins to address the crowd.
JOSHUA SAMSON: My client and I both agree that you swamp swimming country folk are some of the most inbred yahoos walking upright today!
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
JOSHUA SAMSON: Anyway….I am out here before this debut match to introduce the Amusement Park fans to arguably the greatest female athlete in the world today, bar none! This physical specimen of a human machine is a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai specialist. Utilizing these attributes, she has had a stint in GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 where she was a Women’s Champion of the highest order soundly defeating some of the most notable women competitors of the time. Before and following her time in GZW2K1 she also spent an extensive tour in the Land of the Rising Sun further honing her skillset with true masters of the artform.
CROWD: WE DON’T CARE! WE DON’T CARE!
CAT: This crowd is SOOO disrespectful! I mean, Joshua Samson is a representative of a company that is looking to do our boss all kinds of wrong, but still...geez!
JOSHUA SAMSON: Oh, you yokels will care when she wrecks havoc through the ranks of the Amusement Park. Ladies and gentlemen, and I use those terms very loosely, I introduce to you the FIRST former GZW2K1 Globalstar to officially sign with Pure Amusement Wrestling….she is the FORCE OF NATURE…..Amandaaaaa Reynoldddddsssssss!!!!!
The crowd continues with their “We Don’t Care” chant mixed in with a chorus of boos. Amanda chuckles and gives them a middle finger before taking the microphone from her Executive Representative.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: I will say this nicely one time, and one time only. You see, I'm not a bad person. I'm actually very nice just ask your beloved Alex Cross. But I can understand that perhaps by my standing beside Mr. Samson here that my intentions are misconstrued. So with that I ask you to please lower your tone and let me speak.
The crowd gets even louder. Chants of “Fuck you!” fill the arena.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: I said shut the fuck up!
CROWD: Kiss our ass! Kiss our ass! Kiss our ass!
PERCY: Well that's a new chant.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: Fine, be that way. I wanted to come out here and be civil but it's apparent you inbred hicks won't allow that. So please allow me to be very clear with what I'm about to say. This ring no longer belongs to PAW, it belongs to GZW and its employees. I've sat at home and watched as your company has sat on its ass and watched us do as we please. The only reason I can think that's happening is because they have no faith in this company or in their leadership.
She paused as her words are almost drowned out by the booing crowd.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: Who could blame them? Who would want to follow a self centered stuck up bitch into the lion's den? She doesn’t give a shit about any of you or about any of the so called “wrestlers” backstage. She only cares about one person and that’s herself. This company could burn to the ground, and mind you it will. But do you think she’ll do anything to stop it? No she’ll pretend like none of this ever happened and she’ll move on with her life. That’s the kind of woman you’ve got in charge right now. And trust me, I use that term very loosely. We’re not here to discuss Munin though, instead we’re here to lay witness to the debut of Ava. Ava I’ve got my eye on you dear, I pray you don’t disappoint like Munin has.
Samson and Amanda make their way out of the ring and over to sit near the announce table in order to get a close up look at Ava’s debut match. "Come Down With Love" by Allstar Weekend starts up over the arena's speakers, and after a couple of seconds pass the newest PAW Superstarlett Ava comes rushing out onto the stage. She pauses in the middle of the stage, and throws her arms up into the air with a big smile on her face. The crowd cheers loudly as she slowly lowers her arms, and nods to the crowd in acknowledgment. She begins to skip down the ramp to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring at this time. Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. "Da Bomb Dot Com" ... AVA!
On her way down the ramp Ava makes her way from one side of the ramp to the other slapping the outstretched hands of fans until reaching ringside where she makes a short dash towards the ring, leaps onto the apron, and slips between the middle and bottom rope before popping up into the ring with her arms over her head once again. The blue and pink strobe lights shine down directly on her, following her as she takes a corner, and thrust her arms upwards once more, before finally hopping down to face her opponent. The music and lights fade, as A-Ref steps over and starts going over the rules.
PERCY: I'm really excited to see what this young beauty brings to the table, and it's obvious that the fans are already firmly behind her. She has a pretty large following over in Japan, and it should be interesting to see if that style followed her over to the states.
CAT: Blah, blah, blah, Percy. You have a lilly assed white girl against an angry black man. If that doesn't sell tickets, I don't know what will!
Percy shakes his head as A-Ref calls for the bell, and Ava and S.O.B. begin to circle one another in the center of the ring. The two move in to lock up in the center of the ring, but at the last second Ava ducks under S.O.B.'s clutches, and slips in behind her much larger opponent. She back peddles over to a neutral corner, when S.O.B. spins around hurling curses. The fans laugh at his expense, and he rushes over to the ropes and yells back at them, before turning back to take stock of his situation.
PERCY: Looks like Ava's having a little fun with S.O.B., and the crowds loving it!
CAT: We'll see how much they love it when he clobbers the little ho!
PERCY: CAT! Where is all this hostility coming from? What? Are you jealous?
CAT: Jealous. JEALOUS! We're here to see a blood bath, not watch this bitch prance around the ring like My Little Pony!
Ava innocently stares at S.O.B. from the corner, which seems to infuriate the nasty racist even further, and he charges into the corner. Waiting til the last possible second before being caught, Ava slips out of the way, causing S.O.B. to ram into the top turnbuckle sternum first. As he stumbles backwards, she quickly hooks him through his legs, and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin.
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PERCY: S.O.B. kicked out of that with some authority, and damn near knocked Ava over in the process. She's recovered now, moving in to capitalize, but OH! Stiff elbow to her midsection doubles her over. S.O.B. back up tohis full height now, has her by the hair of the head, and nails her with right hand that sends her falling back into the ropes!
CAT: Now we'll see how much fun she's gonna have.
S.O.B. wades in with rights and lefts that ring the much smaller females bell, causing her to lean heavily across the ropes to stay upright. He takes her by the wrist and shoots her to the far side where she rebounds off the ropes to come back. He meets her in the center of the ring with a stiff shoulder tackle that sends her thundering hard down to the mat, and then he hits the ropes himself, coming back to leap into the air only to come down knee first into the side of the woman's head. The fans boo raucously as he pins her, hooking the leg deep.
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PERCY: Ava kicking out after two, but S.O.B. looks to be in complete control. To be honest, that's a little surprising considering all the hype we've had over her arrival.
CAT: What do you expect, Percy? She might have been hot shit in Japan, but she's coming in here facing a guy that dwarfs her by about 170 pounds.
PERCY: Be that as it may, S.O.B. now has Ava back up on her feet, and he scoops her up from the side...and brings her BACK DOWN FOR A VICIOUS BACK BREAKER!!
Upon AVA landing across S.O.B.'s knee, he doesn't let her simply fall down to the mat, but keeps her there, using one hand to push down against her thigh, and the other to push down against her chin, turning the move into a submission.
PERCY: S.O.B. has got Ava racked across his knee, and the young woman looks to be in considerable pain from the maneuver.
CAT: I guess he wants to find out how far a white bitch will bend.
S.O.B. continues applying pressure to the unorthodox submission while A-Ref kneels beside Ava, looking for any indication of tap out. Ava begins to squirm a bit, worming her thigh out from under S.O.B.'s hand, and then bringing her freed knee right up into the black man's jaw, causing him to abandon his hold on her chin, which mercifully sends her down to the mat. S.O.B. comes up to his feet furious, and begins stomping away at the downed diva. The attack is so brutal that A-Ref eventually interjects himself, and pushes the brawler back, before checking to see if Ava want's to continue. 'Da Bomb Dot Com' nods her head as she crawls over to the ropes to help herself up, but she doesn't get time to rest before S.O.B. is already moving in on the attack. He rushes at the woman to try and clothesline her right out of the ring, but at the last second Ava ducks her head, using S.O.B.'s momentum to help back body drop him up and over the top rope. He crashes to the concrete with a sick thud, and she stumbles out to the center of the ring holding her back as the fans cheer for her to get some offense.
PERCY: Well, that back fired on S.O.B., and now Ava has a chance to recuperate. Let's see what she can do to get some momentum going her way.
Ava looks up to see S.O.B. slowly rising on the outside, and she doesn't hesitate before rushing the ropes, hopping to the top for spring, and then taking to the air in a forward momentum back flip that finds her crashing firmly down upon the cranky old man. Both strike the concrete, but Ava lands mostly on S.O.B., allowing her to get back to her feet quicker.
PERCY: SHOOTING AVA PRESS! And S.O.B. looks to be out of it!
CAT: Ok, ok....that was impressive.
The crowd starts up an Ava chant as she reaches down, and helps S.O.B. up to his feet, before taking him by the wrist and whipping him towards the ring. Or she would have, if he didn't reverse it, sending her instead. Rather than crash into the apron, she hops onto the edge to stop her momentum, then grabs the top rope before bouncing off the second into a Moonsault Splancha that finds it's mark. S.O.B. falls back to the concrete with Ava on top of him, and she hops up immediately after, rolling into the ring to break the count out, and then back out to the floor.
PERCY: Two death defying aerial strikes, back to back, and Ava is in complete control at this point!
CAT: I can't believe it. I genuinely thought that S.O.B. would have this one sewn up.
Ava helps S.O.B. back to his feet, and grabs a handful of waistband to help force him under the bottom rope and into the ring. She struggles a bit under the extra weight, but eventually shoves him in, hopping up onto the ring apron herself. She grabs the top rope with both hands, and then brings herself up and over the top rope into a front roll, dropping into a Senton across S.O.B.'s back before rolling up to her feet with her hands over her head. The fan's go nuts as she turns to face her opponent.
PERCY: More impressive ring work by Ava, and S.O.B. is having trouble getting up to his feet. Using the ropes now...and he's up! Slowly turns toward's the center of the ring, and here comes Ava.....WELCOME TO CANDY MOUNTAIN!!
CAT: Damn! I've never seen anything like that before!
S.O.B. impacts off of Ava's shoulder, and snaps back down to the mat, while she spins around and goes for a cover.
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CAT: I can't believe it! This one is over!
PERCY: A big victory for Ava here in her debut match! She looks like she's on top of the world with that gorgeous smile of her's beaming out into the crowd.
A-Ref confers with Rhonda before she steps back, and brings her mic to her lips.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match via pin fall......'DA BOMB DOT COM' AVA!!
Ava hops around in bubbly excitement as A-Ref takes her by the wrist, and holds her hand up in victory. The fans cheer as S.O.B. clears out of the ring, shaking his head in disbelief, and making his way up the ramp way. Ava runs over and takes the second turnbuckle, thrusting both hands up into the air much to the crowds delight. Another Ava chant starts up as she hops down, and takes the opposite turnbuckle, mimicking her pose from before. Joshua Samson and Amanda Reynolds watch on with piqued interest, and share a quiet conversation between themselves, before they and their insurance policy get up, and make their way towards the back.
PERCY: You have to wonder what all that was about? Is GZW trying to undermine PAW by stealing their fledgling talent before they even get their start?
CAT: IF that's the case, how much are they paying?
PERCY: CAT!
CAT: Hey, I'm just saying, a girls gotta eat!
PERCY: Speaking of needing to eat, why don't we cut to one of our sponsors, and put some food on the plate, shall we?
CIRCLE TELEVISION NETWORK
(The Home of Kenzi Grey and Sid Rulez The World)
Singles Match
Luke Knux versus Rufio
PERCY: We're back folks!
CAT: So what's next on our docket.
PERCY: Well, Rufio is already in the ring, ready for action, so all we're waiting for is Luke Knux.
Slash ft. Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators 'World On Fire' hits the sound system and the lights go down. Smoke begins filling the stage as we hear the opening of the song. A few riffs of a guitar, then when the drums hit and lyrics kick in, Luke Knux comes out from the back in his usual attire. A cigarette hangs from his lips, a protective mask covering his damaged nose. He walks from one end of the stage to the other staring down the crowd before returning to the middle and then raising the metal horns. He puts them down and begins down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Hailing from Castle Knux on Knuxy Island, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is PAW's resident Rock God, the Suicidal Scumbag, LUKE KNNNNNUUXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luke is now at the end of the ramp as he stops to look around the arena. Knux takes the last hit of the cigarette and then tosses it on the ground and stomps it out. He then runs and slides into the ring before hopping up to his feet, and leans over the ropes while pointing to his head, fingers like a gun, and firing. He walks backwards and spins around before handing off his entrance gear. He then leans against the corner and waits for the match to begin.
PERCY: I wonder how that protective nose gear will impede Luke in this match?
CAT: Protective? Yeah, right! That things a weapon!
PERCY: No it's not, Cat. Luke has to wear that or he won't be able to compete. Not after Jack Nomad broke his nose.
CAT: Whatever. Wait and see, Percy, I'm telling you....that's a weapon!
A-Ref calls for the bell, and then signals to the two combatants to go ahead and go at it. Rufio and Luke circle each other cautiously, the fans firmly behind the rock star, who reaches up and adjusts his mask just before the lock up. The two jockey around the ring, Rufio getting the upper hand and forcing Luke back over into a corner. Both guys hold their hands up in the air to signify a clean break, and Rufio slowly begins stepping away from the corner.
PERCY: Well, there's a clean break from that collar and elbow....That's nice to see.
CAT: Yeah, if this were a school yard, they'd get a gold star.
Rufio and Luke begin circling one another once again, and fall right back into a collar and elbow tie up, except this time, Luke ducks his head to the right, and brings his knee up into Rufio's gut.
CAT: YES! So much for sportsmanship!
Rufio doubles over, and Luke responds by nailing the man with an elbow down across the back of his head that drops the Lost Boy down to one knee. Luke grabs Rufio by a handful of his wild spiked hair, and delivers another knee lift, but this one catching the man flush with his opponents jaw. Rufio snaps the short distance down to the mat, and Luke back peddles to the ropes for some extra spring. Rufio, quick to react, floats over onto his stomach, causing Luke to have to hop over him or trip. As Luke rebounds off the opposite side, Rufio hops to is feet, and goes for a hip toss. Luke buckles down, not allowing the toss, but instead drives another knee into Rufio's midsection, and throws his leg over his opponents head for a famasser. Rufio, however, lifts up suddenly, sending Luke up into a back flip. Luke miraculously lands on his feet, and the minute Rufio stands back to his full height, his head is taken clear off with a vicious short arm clothesline.
PERCY: That clothesline was brutal, and Rufio is now cradling the back of his head from where he struck the mat.
CAT: Yeah, and Luke isn't giving him much time to think about it...reigning down the stomps on the downed Lost Boy! I guess that's one way to ground a faerie!
PERCY: I believe that was Tinker Bell, Cat, not Rufio.
Knuxy continues stomping Rufio, each kick forcing the youngster closer and closer to the ring apron until he's finally teetering on the edge. Luke delivers one more well placed boot that sends Rufio tumbling out to the concrete, and he steps away from the ropes with his fists over his head. The fans cheer, despite the tactics, and Luke points out to a large section of the crowd holding up a 'Suicidal Scumbags' banner. Rufio slowly gets to his feet as Knuxy turns back to check on the position of his opponent, and as soon as Rufio begins to approach the ring apron, Luke takes off in a sprint, and then drops down feet first into a baseball slide that sends Rufio thundering back against the steel barrier.
PERCY: OH! Rufio just slumping down to the ground after that shot against the steel, and Luke is rolling out here to get more personal with the fans.
CAT: God, you have to love a Rock Star!
Luke steps over to two blonde beauty's in the front row and leans against the guard rail, chit chatting with the buxom ladies, while Rufio struggles to get back to his feet. Knuxy pauses for a moment to turn back to where Rufio is stumbling towards the ring, and he holds up a cautionary hand to the girls, followed by a wink, before turning to approach his groggy opponent. He reaches out to grab Rufio by the hair once more, and drags him away from the ring apron, despite the fact that A-Ref is threatening to count them out if he doesn't get it back in the ring. Luke waves A-Ref off with his free hand, using the other to force Rufio's head down between his legs.
PERCY: Oh God! You don't think he's going to try and Powerbomb him on the concrete do you? That might kill him!
CAT: That's why I love Knuxy. He thinks of all the things that I want to see. Nail him Luke!
The crowd calls for him to 'Do It, Do It, Do It' while A-Ref goes nuts trying to get the situation under control. Luke allows a smirk out to the crowd, adjusts his mask, and then reaches down to get into position. Suddenly, Rufio grabs Luke by the back of his knee's, and snaps upwards while yanking back with his arms, causing Luke to slam down hard on the concrete. Never letting go of Luke's legs, Rufio cinches up to where his arms are locked behind the knee's, and then falls backwards, Sling Shotting Luke up off the ground to sail through the air, eventually coming to a stop when he crashes face first into a metal ring post.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! RUFIO WITH A COMEBACK!
CAT: FORGET THAT! What about Luke's nose?!?!
Luke clutches at his nose guard in shock and dismay, before being helped up to his feet by Rufio. The Lost Boy grabs the Rock Star by the seat of his pants, and thrusts him under the bottom rope and back into the ring, following him in for a quick pin.
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Luke drapes his foot on the rope at the count of two, and A-Ref signals to Rufio that the count is over. Frustrated, the Lost Boy snaps up to his feet, bringing Luke up with him, takes him by the wrist, and then whips him to the far side. Luke rebounds off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt, and when he comes back for a second time, Rufio attempts a leap frog. Much to his surprise, Luke stops short, catching the man in midair, and bringing him down across his shoulders. With him firmly in position, he throws him up off his shoulders, and in one fluid motion brings his knee up to meet Rufio's face on the way down.
PERCY: SUICIDE NOTE!! THIS ONE'S OVER!!
CAT: Yeah, and you know what! I think it's cause that mask protected his face when he was thrown into the ring post. He was playing a little opossum with the lost boy!
Luke signals to the crowd, and drops down for the cover.
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RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest by pinfall.....LUKE KNUX!!!!!
PERCY: Well there you have it, folks! Luke Knux is victorious over the Lost Boy, Rufio, and that means that Redrum's crew is 0-3 here tonight. That doesn't bode well for their being called up here in the future.
CAT: Yeah, who cares about that. Luke's celebrating in the ring, and I'd rather watch that than worry about that deranged clown and his misfits.
Everyone fails to notice that a hoodie and jeans wearing Jack Nomad crosses the guard rail outside the ring. In his hand is a rather heavy looking medium sized sack, it's noisy contents otherwise unheard as he slides into the ring behind Luke. Jack smiles at the man as he leans into the ropes, recovering from his match as the music plays loud and proud. Giving the bag a bit of a heave-ho motion, he swings it overhand upon the top of Luke's head with a devastating chunk impact that drops him where he stands, the entire crowd erupting in a mixed reaction to what just happened. Jack stands over him as a bit of blood steaks down Rock Star's cheek. Opening up the bag, he rains upon Luke Knux roughly two hundred dollars in nickels, which would equal around fifty pounds. As security rushes down the ramp, Jack drops the now empty bag on Luke Knux's head, then falls back and rolls out of the ring, disappearing into the crowd through which he came. Meanwhile medical staff rush the ring along with security to help Luke after taking a fifty pound impact from a bag of hot nickels to the head.
PERCY: Jack Nomad just leveled Luke Knux with what appears to be a bag of nickels!
CAT: Man, that's nasty. Hey, I wonder if he would mind if I cleared the ring of a few of those. You know what they say, bling comes in all forms.
PERCY: Luke's going to need assistance to the back after this, and Jack Nomad needs to be fined! It's bad enough that he broke the guys nose a few weeks ago, but now he might have given him a concussion.
CAT: Oh, Percy, don't be so dramatic. That's just the nature of the business, and in our business, we depend heavily on backstage interest. So why don't we go back there and see if something hasn't churned up?
The announce team has disappeared for a brief intermission, and when the cameras shift over to the ring, there is a custom desk with the PAW Logo on the front, along with a comfortable looking chair positioned on one side of the squared circle. On the other side is a plush sofa, a few decorative potted plants, and 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: Hello, and welcome once again to The Box Office!
Cross pauses for the applause he feels he deserves, but instead is showered with boo's.
CROSS RECOBA: You know...I shouldn't have expected any less from a group of cretins from a place called Thibodaux, LA. That sounds strangely like something one would find at a tractor pull, or a rodeo. Better yet, it sounds like some gadget that you inbred's would probably buy at three o'clock in the morning off of some infomercial. After all, why go to bed early, most of you are unemployed and living off the government. And of coarse you just have to have the gadget, cause it's going to make your lives more convenient, as if there's anything more convenient than cutting a government check and having a house on wheels.
The crowd is deafening as it jeers and condemns Recoba, who adjusts his expensive tie, while looking out at them all in disgust.
CROSS RECOBA: But you know what? None of that matters. We are a short two weeks away from the biggest event in most of your eager lives, which mostly revolves around entertainment and sporting events anyways, so there you have it. Heat Stroke, folks! I'm talking about Heat Stroke!
A few of the fans cheer at the mention of the upcoming event, excited for what all it will hold.
CROSS RECOBA: That's right! We have three matches already announced for the card. There's going to be a sixteen man battle royal to determine the #1 Contender to the Titans of the Midway Championship. There's going to be a Three Stages of Hell match between Johnny Raike and Calvin Harris! And of coarse, the PAW Heavyweight Championship will be on the line when the most neanderthalithic man in the world takes on the #1 Contender, CJ O'Donnell. O'Donnell, as we saw last week, will more than likely take the champions head off, which won't really improve things that much, considering he doesn't use it for anything other than shoving up Munin's ass!
The crowd starts an 'asshole' chant at this point, and Recoba waves them off with an arrogant expression.
CROSS RECOBA: But that's not why we're here tonight. No, Tonight, we're here to talk with two gentleman who continue to stand up in the face of overwhelming odds. Two men who, in recent weeks, have spent more time on their back than this towns Prom Queen. Two men, who despite the odds, despite their age, and despite their various injuries through the years, just won't do us all a favor and die. I'm talking about none other than, Tapioca Joe and Johnathan Alexander!
'Princes of the Universe' by Queen begins to blare through out the arena as the lights dim, and a golden spotlight focuses on the entrance. The curtain pushes apart and out steps Tapioca Joe and Johnathan Alexander. Joe has on a pair of blue jeans and a PAW T-shirt, while Johnathan is wearing a grey leisure suit with a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Both men stare out at the crowd who cheer for them, and as they make their way down the ramp, Joe reaches out to slap a few hands as Alexander remains focused on the ring. Once at ringside, Johnathan hops up onto the ring apron, while Joe climbs the steps, and both enter the ring at about the same time. Alexander leans against the ropes facing the main camera, and points out at the crowd while Joe leans against a corner with his arms folded over his chest. The Box Office sign pulses behind them, before the lights finally come back on completely. Johnathan and Tapioca turn to face Recoba to find that he has made his way into the seat behind the desk, and he indicates to them the couch. Both men grab a mic before stepping over to take a seat on the sofa.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, gentleman, welcome to The Box Office! I guess the first order of business is letting everyone know who you are. After all, this is a new generation of fans out here, and some people might not no a washed up old fogy and a guy who's been on the shelf for six years due to injury.
TAP: Washed up, huh? I’m pretty sure I could take you through the paces, boy. But anyway I’m Tapioca Joe, ring mat veteran from a bygone time when wrestling was just wrestling who is still trying to ply his trade and entertain the fans.
JOHNATHAN ALEXANDER: It's true I have been on the shelf for six years because of my stupidity. But I think I proved last week in my debut match that I still have something left in me. I proved to everyone in attendance that I can still put a beating on anyone that steps between those ropes.
TAP: Don’t forget you further proved it when you came out and helped me in my handicap tag match against Jack Nomad and Alexandria Kelly after taking a beat down by one of the Takeover goons.
JOHNATHAN ALEXANDER: This is true, Tap. There is-
Suddenly the tron flickers from static to blackness as footfalls can be heard moving about. A flame bursts to life in the darkness illuminating the top of a lone candle before the flame gently flicks the wick of the candle setting it ablaze. An exhalation of air is heard and the flame which lit the candle fades out of existence. The candle sits flickering in the darkness as the footfalls are once again heard first moving away from the candle and then moving back towards it. Red Dragon’s face comes into view near the candle and a slight smile is evident on his face
RED DRAGON: How does it feel to be alone in your quest Jonathan? Are you cowering in the dark somewhere hoping that I will not find you? Do not worry Jonathan; there is nothing in the dark that cannot hurt you in the light. Did you sink in that I had time to unleash that much carnage upon you. That your own PAW roster sat back and finally one wrestler came out. But the question you must ask yourself did he come out to help you or just to get some publicity for himself?
Red Dragon steps away from the illumination of the candle and vanishes into the surrounding blackness
RED DRAGON: Similar to that candle you stand alone against forces that can easily end your existence. Jonathan….Jonathan the pain you felt last week was just the beginning of what I have in store for you. You stuck your nose in the wrong people's business and you did not listen to the warning that I put out. I’m not a man to take lightly and I could easily end your career. But I’m not here to do that. I’m here for one purpose and that is to get back what belongs to GZW.
A hand reaches out of the darkness and snuffs the flame between two of it fingers plunging the scene into blackness
RED DRAGON: Have no worry Jonathan, it is not about how I can beat you. It is about how much torment we can put you through before we finally get our property back.
A flame bursts to life near the top of the candle re-igniting it. The flame once again fads from existence with the exhalation of air
RED DRAGON: By the way Jonathan you have such a lovely wife. That was so sweet that she escorted you down to the ring. However what a shame that she had to sit back and watch as I tore you apart piece by piece. It sure would be a shame if something happened to her. You never know when something that lurks in the shadows that could just reach out and grab her.
Air can be heard being exhaled and the candle flame begins flickering fighting to stay lit against the force being exerted against it
RED DRAGON: I hope you have the same fight for life as this candle. Anything less than you fighting for your life with all your heart are going to end with yet another victim added to the Minister of Evil. Your condition does not matter to me. The punishment you receive during the match however does. Your day of reckoning is coming...are you prepared for the pain you are about to suffer at the hands of the Minister of Evil?
The hand once again reaches out of the darkness snuffing the flame between two fingers plunging the scene into total darkness. Footfalls are heard moving away from the camera before it fills with static and eventually fades to black.
When the lights return to the arena standing on the entranceway stage is Joshua Samson, standing center with microphone in hand, Jericho “Raze” Cross standing over his right, Amanda Reynolds to his left, John Champa to Amanda’s left, Shane “Ryder” Lawrence to Raze’s left, and Red Dragon to Raze’s right. The crowd explodes in a hail of jeers at the sight of the Takeover.
JOSHUA SAMSON: Did you swamp frogs not think we wouldn’t show up en mass tonight?! You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think we weren’t going to be here to once again to put a member of the PAW Patrol on his back!
CROWD: Fuck you! Fuck you!
In the ring Cross Recoba has hastily made his way out of the ring to seek safety. Tap and Jonathan lean against the ropes listening and facing the GZW2K1 collective.
JOSHUA SAMSON: Are you slothed footed gremlins finished?! Trust me we’ve got all night. Your jeers only make us that much stronger around this bitch!
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Looking about at his cohorts, the Executive Representative chuckles before talking over the amped crowd.
JOSHUA SAMSON: In case you people have forgotten or just too ignorant to comprehend, let me refresh your memory on who the hell we are. This is the vanguard of GroundZero Wrestling 2K1. This is the group that will relieve Lady Itty Bitty of the title that she still is holding hostage. We are the Takeover!
Samson begins pacing back and forth.
JOSHUA SAMSON: So it seems that the PAW Patrol...Old Man Pudding Pop and Male Model Boy...are the defacto defenders of the Amusement Park. How many times do we have to beat you two down before you get it into your thick skulls that there is no stopping this holy mission that we’re on? When will you realize that you are fighting a futile battle….an uphill struggle against an avalanche that is inevitably going to crush both of you under it’s weight? Probably never but I’m sure you won’t stopping trying, huh?
All of the fans suddenly hold up their middle fingers and begin chanting.
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
The hostility of the crowd has garnered several dirty looks from Shane Lawrence. He looks over at Joshua and motions for the microphone.
SHANE RYDER: Hey! Hey! You people need to shut the hell up and show some respect! You are looking at some of the best god damn wrestlers in the world right now! You should be basking in our glory! We have come to save you from PAW. You fans claim to love wrestling, but you follow these worthless amusement park losers around like lost puppy dogs. Don’t you all want to witness REAL wrestling again? I would think so, but you fans don’t give me much hope to be honest.
A chorus of boos puts smiles on the faces of the Takeover.
SHANE RYDER: I mean come on. Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander? This has to be some sort of running joke right? Seriously...I think you two have had enough ass whoopings. You should be tucking your tails and beating feet to get out of here while you still have what’s left of your careers. Go somewhere else. BWF, CWF, OWF...go anywhere else and live out your pathetic lives. But no...you both want to stay in the amusement park. Huge mistake on your part. Hell...I’d enjoy beating some sense into both of you...on my own. But why keep all the fun for myself?
Shane takes a few steps forward and points towards the ring yelling vulgarities. In the ring Tap and J.A. motion to the Takeover to “bring it on” and as a result Shane hands the microphone back to Samson.
JOSHUA SAMSON: See what I mean….there are six of us ready to bring the goddamn thunder but you two retarded idiots are more than ready to take an ass whooping in defense of a chick that gives two flying monkeys for your well being whatsoever. Instead she would rather remain hidden in the back like the average suit and tie wearing executive clutching onto the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship title belt while sending out cannon fodder. If you PAW Patrol had any inkling of sense you wouldn’t be standing against us….you’d be fighting with us!
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
JOSHUA SAMSON: But of course not. That’s why it only makes sense for us to come down there and WHOOP….THAT...ASS!
At that Champa, Red Dragon, and Shane Lawrence rush down the rampway heading for the ring. Tap and Johnathan Alexander ready themselves for the oncoming onslaught. Champa, Red Dragon, and Shane Lawrence slide into the ring as Tap and Alexander charge them. Johnathan stomps on the back of Champa while Tap kicks Shane Lawrence in the chest as he scurries to his feet. Red Dragon grabs Tap from behind and plants him with a release German suplex. Johnathan turns to see Tap grab at his neck, taking his eyes off Champa, allowing him to get to his feet. He turns back just in time to be blasted in the face with a pair of brass knuckles.
Both men struggle to get up as Champa, Shane Lawrence, and Red Dragon all ascend on them. Tap tries to cover up as Red Dragon and Shane stomp away at the back of his head and neck while Champa is dropping several knees into the back of Jonathan Alexander’s neck. The crowd pops loudly as running down the ramp, holding a steel chair in his hand, is William Saint. He slides into the ring and blasts Red Dragon across the face with the chair sending him out of the ring, catching the attention of Shane and Champa. Tap grabs Shane while his attention is elsewhere and lifts him up, planting him in the center of the ring with an Olympic Slam before he rolls out of the ring and leans against the barricade next to Red Dragon. Johnathan Alexander grabs Champa and spins him around before hoisting him up and connecting with an exploder suplex sending him out of the ring and next to his cohorts.
"Ladies and Gentleman" by Saliva suddenly hits over the arena causing all at ringside to turn towards the stage, as Lady Munin steps out onto the stage, a vision in leather and silk, and the crowd goes wild at the sight of her. Leather rockers that reached her knees, partially covering the sheer black tights that ran into her short leather shorts. A silver silk shirt topped the outfit with a black and silver corset molding everything just right. As delectable as she looked with lights caressing her small frame it was her gold accessory that had all members of GZW ready to knock heads. The GZW World Title was carefully draped over one shoulder, the way some women might drape a mink. Before anyone could attempt to relieve the lady of here title the Goliath form of Press joined her on stage with his ever present partner Youth by his side with a wicked grin that just dared someone to make his day. They were soon joined by the Bonnie and Clyde of PAW, Jack Nomad and Alexandra Kelly. The bloody pixie looked ready and willing to reach out and “hug” someone. Battle worn, yet ready for more, they stared down the “Vanguards” of GZW. After a moment Youth passed a microphone to Munin's waiting hand, which she took with a devilish grin focused on none other than Joshua Samson.
LADY MUNIN: Joshua, don’t you think it's about time for you to stop putting words in my mouth...and start putting a little bit of truth in yours? Have you told anyone even in private the truth about this invasion, or more importantly our recent meeting?
She looked over the defiant faces of GZW with a smile full of mock sympathy.
LADY MUNIN: Have any of you stopped to wonder why you are here? Why has GZW not taken legal action instead of sending their rag tag group to invade another company? No, I doubt it. You lot likely just blindly stumbled forward to do the bidding of a corporate machine. Never questioning why...because let's be honest you don't actually care about any kind of principal or sense of honor. All you want is the chance for top gold. A chance at a title you would never get close enough to breath on otherwise. To be honest I hope that’s the case. I hope that none of you are actually here due to some misguided sense of justice. That would be pathetically sad.
Her eyes scan the faces of each person, resting for a moment on Jericho with a fleeting look of disappointment, before returning to Samson. A near Hush has fallen over the crowd.
LADY MUNIN: The truth is I haven't technically stolen anything since I am still under contract.
Munin pulls the microphone away from her mouth to chuckle at the various reactions of shock all around.
LADY MUNIN: It is a contract I have refused to uphold,and they have refused to tear up. Now they could take me to court but then...are you ready for this? I could have you all arrested for trespassing and aggravated assault.
At this point even Press was having a hard time keeping a smile off his face, while Youth didn't even bother.
LADY MUNIN: My employees have been VERY careful only to engage you in self defense, or in defense of another. To be honest this could have turned into an even stickier situation, but thankfully Samson and I worked out a compromise...A written contract in fact. Just in time too because Raike has been itching to take his pound of flesh. I gave them the TV Title in exchange for William Saint to be released for his contract. That part none of you likely care about, but oh it gets better. I then agreed to defend this title against one of you at a reasonably future date...In exchange for: temporary contracts, waivers,and merchandise rights on all of you. Per mandate of GZW you will be required to sign these any time you enter a PAW arena.
She pauses for a moment as Press whispers something in her ear that makes her chuckle.
LADY MUNIN: You're right I probably do need to clarify. What that means boys and girls is that you no longer have a free hall pass. If you want to step into this building or this ring, and stir up the hornet's nest, you can expect instant retribution...
By this time J.A., Tap, and Saint have made their way up the rampway to stand near their PAW counterparts. Samson, Raze, and Amanda have made their way into the way to stand with their Takeover comrades.
JOSHUA SAMSON: There…there...are no secrets amongst the Takeover, Lady Itty Bitty! You think I haven’t told my guys everything?!
Showing a tad bit of nervousness, Samson looks over his group assuring them that he has this handled.
JOSHUA SAMSON: The Takeover doesn’t give a damn about signing temporary contracts to the Amusement Park if it means getting back what is rightfully ours! And if it means going through every has-been never-was to achieve that then so be it!
Munin looked on in amusement knowing all too well that at least one person in their merry band wasn't drinking the kool aid.
LADY MUNIN: How admirable of you. If that's how you all truly feel than allow me to announce GZW's first match in Pure Amusement. There will be a six man tag match at Heat Stroke. Tapioca Joe, Jonathan Alexander, and William Saint Versus John Champa, Red Dragon, and Shane Lawrence.
She pauses for a moment as a thought occurs to her, an idea so perfect and wicked that it was impossible to pass up.
LADY MUNIN: With myself acting as the referee.
She looks up at Press and Youth.
LADY MUNIN: If anyone tries to interfere in the match you have my blessing to knock their heads off.
JOSHUA SAMSON: The PAW Patrol against Red Dragon, Champa, and Shane….that’s no freaking problem. It’s not even a problem that you’re stacking the deck in the Amusement Park’s favor by putting yourself in the ring. But you want to paint us as the bad guys...whatever! Do whatever it takes to show your insecurity with your rosters’ abilities, Lady Itty Bitty. Come Heat Stroke the first three of your human shields will be put to the wayside!
At this Munin was outright laughing,and making no secret of it.
LADY MUNIN: GZW has thus far been given a free ride in this company, but that stops tonight. If they can't handle this match then perhaps they can't handle the company. You can bluster all you like Joshua, but the match is what it is. You're a big boy so act like it.
“ Ladies and Gentlemen “ kicks back in as the two groups stare each other down from a distance before the scene fades to a scene backstage.
Percy is suddenly cut off by “Mz. Hyde” by Halestorm blaring through the Stopher Gym, bringing the capacity crowd to their feet in anticipation of this unknown arrival.
PERCY: I wonder who this could be as it isn’t Ava’s or S.O.B.’s entrance music?
CAT: We’ve had so many people coming into the company lately I’ve completely lost count!
PERCY: I’m starting to question why we even have a format anymore!
Walking out onto the entranceway stage is a young woman dressed in tight blue jeans and a black GZW promotional shirt. The front has the phrase “GZW2K1 is Real Wrestling” emblazoned on it while the back simply stated “P.A.W. is a Joke!” A black flat bill GZW hat sits backwards on her head finishes off the outfit. Closely behind her walks the Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esq., dressed to the nines in a black suit. A few steps behind him was Samson’s newly acquired “Insurance Policy”, Jericho “Raze” Cross, who was simply dress in rugged blue jeans and a black band shirt. Upon sight of the Mouthpiece of the Takeover, the crowd instantly explodes into boos.
PERCY: It is clear that that man, Joshua Samson, has in no way endeared himself to the fans of Pure Amusement Wrestling.
CAT: Heat magnet.
The trio make their way down the rampway toward the ring. The crowd lets them have it verbally the entire way. They make their way into the ring to stand center in it. Raze methodically peers about in constant look out for any danger to his client. Samson and the woman stand in front of Raze soaking in the hate from the crowd. Samson whispers something to her which causes her to laugh. He produces a microphone and begins to address the crowd.
JOSHUA SAMSON: My client and I both agree that you swamp swimming country folk are some of the most inbred yahoos walking upright today!
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
JOSHUA SAMSON: Anyway….I am out here before this debut match to introduce the Amusement Park fans to arguably the greatest female athlete in the world today, bar none! This physical specimen of a human machine is a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai specialist. Utilizing these attributes, she has had a stint in GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 where she was a Women’s Champion of the highest order soundly defeating some of the most notable women competitors of the time. Before and following her time in GZW2K1 she also spent an extensive tour in the Land of the Rising Sun further honing her skillset with true masters of the artform.
CROWD: WE DON’T CARE! WE DON’T CARE!
CAT: This crowd is SOOO disrespectful! I mean, Joshua Samson is a representative of a company that is looking to do our boss all kinds of wrong, but still...geez!
JOSHUA SAMSON: Oh, you yokels will care when she wrecks havoc through the ranks of the Amusement Park. Ladies and gentlemen, and I use those terms very loosely, I introduce to you the FIRST former GZW2K1 Globalstar to officially sign with Pure Amusement Wrestling….she is the FORCE OF NATURE…..Amandaaaaa Reynoldddddsssssss!!!!!
The crowd continues with their “We Don’t Care” chant mixed in with a chorus of boos. Amanda chuckles and gives them a middle finger before taking the microphone from her Executive Representative.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: I will say this nicely one time, and one time only. You see, I'm not a bad person. I'm actually very nice just ask your beloved Alex Cross. But I can understand that perhaps by my standing beside Mr. Samson here that my intentions are misconstrued. So with that I ask you to please lower your tone and let me speak.
The crowd gets even louder. Chants of “Fuck you!” fill the arena.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: I said shut the fuck up!
CROWD: Kiss our ass! Kiss our ass! Kiss our ass!
PERCY: Well that's a new chant.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: Fine, be that way. I wanted to come out here and be civil but it's apparent you inbred hicks won't allow that. So please allow me to be very clear with what I'm about to say. This ring no longer belongs to PAW, it belongs to GZW and its employees. I've sat at home and watched as your company has sat on its ass and watched us do as we please. The only reason I can think that's happening is because they have no faith in this company or in their leadership.
She paused as her words are almost drowned out by the booing crowd.
AMANDA REYNOLDS: Who could blame them? Who would want to follow a self centered stuck up bitch into the lion's den? She doesn’t give a shit about any of you or about any of the so called “wrestlers” backstage. She only cares about one person and that’s herself. This company could burn to the ground, and mind you it will. But do you think she’ll do anything to stop it? No she’ll pretend like none of this ever happened and she’ll move on with her life. That’s the kind of woman you’ve got in charge right now. And trust me, I use that term very loosely. We’re not here to discuss Munin though, instead we’re here to lay witness to the debut of Ava. Ava I’ve got my eye on you dear, I pray you don’t disappoint like Munin has.
Samson and Amanda make their way out of the ring and over to sit near the announce table in order to get a close up look at Ava’s debut match. "Come Down With Love" by Allstar Weekend starts up over the arena's speakers, and after a couple of seconds pass the newest PAW Superstarlett Ava comes rushing out onto the stage. She pauses in the middle of the stage, and throws her arms up into the air with a big smile on her face. The crowd cheers loudly as she slowly lowers her arms, and nods to the crowd in acknowledgment. She begins to skip down the ramp to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring at this time. Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. "Da Bomb Dot Com" ... AVA!
On her way down the ramp Ava makes her way from one side of the ramp to the other slapping the outstretched hands of fans until reaching ringside where she makes a short dash towards the ring, leaps onto the apron, and slips between the middle and bottom rope before popping up into the ring with her arms over her head once again. The blue and pink strobe lights shine down directly on her, following her as she takes a corner, and thrust her arms upwards once more, before finally hopping down to face her opponent. The music and lights fade, as A-Ref steps over and starts going over the rules.
PERCY: I'm really excited to see what this young beauty brings to the table, and it's obvious that the fans are already firmly behind her. She has a pretty large following over in Japan, and it should be interesting to see if that style followed her over to the states.
CAT: Blah, blah, blah, Percy. You have a lilly assed white girl against an angry black man. If that doesn't sell tickets, I don't know what will!
Percy shakes his head as A-Ref calls for the bell, and Ava and S.O.B. begin to circle one another in the center of the ring. The two move in to lock up in the center of the ring, but at the last second Ava ducks under S.O.B.'s clutches, and slips in behind her much larger opponent. She back peddles over to a neutral corner, when S.O.B. spins around hurling curses. The fans laugh at his expense, and he rushes over to the ropes and yells back at them, before turning back to take stock of his situation.
PERCY: Looks like Ava's having a little fun with S.O.B., and the crowds loving it!
CAT: We'll see how much they love it when he clobbers the little ho!
PERCY: CAT! Where is all this hostility coming from? What? Are you jealous?
CAT: Jealous. JEALOUS! We're here to see a blood bath, not watch this bitch prance around the ring like My Little Pony!
Ava innocently stares at S.O.B. from the corner, which seems to infuriate the nasty racist even further, and he charges into the corner. Waiting til the last possible second before being caught, Ava slips out of the way, causing S.O.B. to ram into the top turnbuckle sternum first. As he stumbles backwards, she quickly hooks him through his legs, and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin.
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PERCY: S.O.B. kicked out of that with some authority, and damn near knocked Ava over in the process. She's recovered now, moving in to capitalize, but OH! Stiff elbow to her midsection doubles her over. S.O.B. back up tohis full height now, has her by the hair of the head, and nails her with right hand that sends her falling back into the ropes!
CAT: Now we'll see how much fun she's gonna have.
S.O.B. wades in with rights and lefts that ring the much smaller females bell, causing her to lean heavily across the ropes to stay upright. He takes her by the wrist and shoots her to the far side where she rebounds off the ropes to come back. He meets her in the center of the ring with a stiff shoulder tackle that sends her thundering hard down to the mat, and then he hits the ropes himself, coming back to leap into the air only to come down knee first into the side of the woman's head. The fans boo raucously as he pins her, hooking the leg deep.
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PERCY: Ava kicking out after two, but S.O.B. looks to be in complete control. To be honest, that's a little surprising considering all the hype we've had over her arrival.
CAT: What do you expect, Percy? She might have been hot shit in Japan, but she's coming in here facing a guy that dwarfs her by about 170 pounds.
PERCY: Be that as it may, S.O.B. now has Ava back up on her feet, and he scoops her up from the side...and brings her BACK DOWN FOR A VICIOUS BACK BREAKER!!
Upon AVA landing across S.O.B.'s knee, he doesn't let her simply fall down to the mat, but keeps her there, using one hand to push down against her thigh, and the other to push down against her chin, turning the move into a submission.
PERCY: S.O.B. has got Ava racked across his knee, and the young woman looks to be in considerable pain from the maneuver.
CAT: I guess he wants to find out how far a white bitch will bend.
S.O.B. continues applying pressure to the unorthodox submission while A-Ref kneels beside Ava, looking for any indication of tap out. Ava begins to squirm a bit, worming her thigh out from under S.O.B.'s hand, and then bringing her freed knee right up into the black man's jaw, causing him to abandon his hold on her chin, which mercifully sends her down to the mat. S.O.B. comes up to his feet furious, and begins stomping away at the downed diva. The attack is so brutal that A-Ref eventually interjects himself, and pushes the brawler back, before checking to see if Ava want's to continue. 'Da Bomb Dot Com' nods her head as she crawls over to the ropes to help herself up, but she doesn't get time to rest before S.O.B. is already moving in on the attack. He rushes at the woman to try and clothesline her right out of the ring, but at the last second Ava ducks her head, using S.O.B.'s momentum to help back body drop him up and over the top rope. He crashes to the concrete with a sick thud, and she stumbles out to the center of the ring holding her back as the fans cheer for her to get some offense.
PERCY: Well, that back fired on S.O.B., and now Ava has a chance to recuperate. Let's see what she can do to get some momentum going her way.
Ava looks up to see S.O.B. slowly rising on the outside, and she doesn't hesitate before rushing the ropes, hopping to the top for spring, and then taking to the air in a forward momentum back flip that finds her crashing firmly down upon the cranky old man. Both strike the concrete, but Ava lands mostly on S.O.B., allowing her to get back to her feet quicker.
PERCY: SHOOTING AVA PRESS! And S.O.B. looks to be out of it!
CAT: Ok, ok....that was impressive.
The crowd starts up an Ava chant as she reaches down, and helps S.O.B. up to his feet, before taking him by the wrist and whipping him towards the ring. Or she would have, if he didn't reverse it, sending her instead. Rather than crash into the apron, she hops onto the edge to stop her momentum, then grabs the top rope before bouncing off the second into a Moonsault Splancha that finds it's mark. S.O.B. falls back to the concrete with Ava on top of him, and she hops up immediately after, rolling into the ring to break the count out, and then back out to the floor.
PERCY: Two death defying aerial strikes, back to back, and Ava is in complete control at this point!
CAT: I can't believe it. I genuinely thought that S.O.B. would have this one sewn up.
Ava helps S.O.B. back to his feet, and grabs a handful of waistband to help force him under the bottom rope and into the ring. She struggles a bit under the extra weight, but eventually shoves him in, hopping up onto the ring apron herself. She grabs the top rope with both hands, and then brings herself up and over the top rope into a front roll, dropping into a Senton across S.O.B.'s back before rolling up to her feet with her hands over her head. The fan's go nuts as she turns to face her opponent.
PERCY: More impressive ring work by Ava, and S.O.B. is having trouble getting up to his feet. Using the ropes now...and he's up! Slowly turns toward's the center of the ring, and here comes Ava.....WELCOME TO CANDY MOUNTAIN!!
CAT: Damn! I've never seen anything like that before!
S.O.B. impacts off of Ava's shoulder, and snaps back down to the mat, while she spins around and goes for a cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: I can't believe it! This one is over!
PERCY: A big victory for Ava here in her debut match! She looks like she's on top of the world with that gorgeous smile of her's beaming out into the crowd.
A-Ref confers with Rhonda before she steps back, and brings her mic to her lips.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match via pin fall......'DA BOMB DOT COM' AVA!!
Ava hops around in bubbly excitement as A-Ref takes her by the wrist, and holds her hand up in victory. The fans cheer as S.O.B. clears out of the ring, shaking his head in disbelief, and making his way up the ramp way. Ava runs over and takes the second turnbuckle, thrusting both hands up into the air much to the crowds delight. Another Ava chant starts up as she hops down, and takes the opposite turnbuckle, mimicking her pose from before. Joshua Samson and Amanda Reynolds watch on with piqued interest, and share a quiet conversation between themselves, before they and their insurance policy get up, and make their way towards the back.
PERCY: You have to wonder what all that was about? Is GZW trying to undermine PAW by stealing their fledgling talent before they even get their start?
CAT: IF that's the case, how much are they paying?
PERCY: CAT!
CAT: Hey, I'm just saying, a girls gotta eat!
PERCY: Speaking of needing to eat, why don't we cut to one of our sponsors, and put some food on the plate, shall we?
CIRCLE TELEVISION NETWORK
(The Home of Kenzi Grey and Sid Rulez The World)
Singles Match
Luke Knux versus Rufio
PERCY: We're back folks!
CAT: So what's next on our docket.
PERCY: Well, Rufio is already in the ring, ready for action, so all we're waiting for is Luke Knux.
Slash ft. Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators 'World On Fire' hits the sound system and the lights go down. Smoke begins filling the stage as we hear the opening of the song. A few riffs of a guitar, then when the drums hit and lyrics kick in, Luke Knux comes out from the back in his usual attire. A cigarette hangs from his lips, a protective mask covering his damaged nose. He walks from one end of the stage to the other staring down the crowd before returning to the middle and then raising the metal horns. He puts them down and begins down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Hailing from Castle Knux on Knuxy Island, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is PAW's resident Rock God, the Suicidal Scumbag, LUKE KNNNNNUUXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luke is now at the end of the ramp as he stops to look around the arena. Knux takes the last hit of the cigarette and then tosses it on the ground and stomps it out. He then runs and slides into the ring before hopping up to his feet, and leans over the ropes while pointing to his head, fingers like a gun, and firing. He walks backwards and spins around before handing off his entrance gear. He then leans against the corner and waits for the match to begin.
PERCY: I wonder how that protective nose gear will impede Luke in this match?
CAT: Protective? Yeah, right! That things a weapon!
PERCY: No it's not, Cat. Luke has to wear that or he won't be able to compete. Not after Jack Nomad broke his nose.
CAT: Whatever. Wait and see, Percy, I'm telling you....that's a weapon!
A-Ref calls for the bell, and then signals to the two combatants to go ahead and go at it. Rufio and Luke circle each other cautiously, the fans firmly behind the rock star, who reaches up and adjusts his mask just before the lock up. The two jockey around the ring, Rufio getting the upper hand and forcing Luke back over into a corner. Both guys hold their hands up in the air to signify a clean break, and Rufio slowly begins stepping away from the corner.
PERCY: Well, there's a clean break from that collar and elbow....That's nice to see.
CAT: Yeah, if this were a school yard, they'd get a gold star.
Rufio and Luke begin circling one another once again, and fall right back into a collar and elbow tie up, except this time, Luke ducks his head to the right, and brings his knee up into Rufio's gut.
CAT: YES! So much for sportsmanship!
Rufio doubles over, and Luke responds by nailing the man with an elbow down across the back of his head that drops the Lost Boy down to one knee. Luke grabs Rufio by a handful of his wild spiked hair, and delivers another knee lift, but this one catching the man flush with his opponents jaw. Rufio snaps the short distance down to the mat, and Luke back peddles to the ropes for some extra spring. Rufio, quick to react, floats over onto his stomach, causing Luke to have to hop over him or trip. As Luke rebounds off the opposite side, Rufio hops to is feet, and goes for a hip toss. Luke buckles down, not allowing the toss, but instead drives another knee into Rufio's midsection, and throws his leg over his opponents head for a famasser. Rufio, however, lifts up suddenly, sending Luke up into a back flip. Luke miraculously lands on his feet, and the minute Rufio stands back to his full height, his head is taken clear off with a vicious short arm clothesline.
PERCY: That clothesline was brutal, and Rufio is now cradling the back of his head from where he struck the mat.
CAT: Yeah, and Luke isn't giving him much time to think about it...reigning down the stomps on the downed Lost Boy! I guess that's one way to ground a faerie!
PERCY: I believe that was Tinker Bell, Cat, not Rufio.
Knuxy continues stomping Rufio, each kick forcing the youngster closer and closer to the ring apron until he's finally teetering on the edge. Luke delivers one more well placed boot that sends Rufio tumbling out to the concrete, and he steps away from the ropes with his fists over his head. The fans cheer, despite the tactics, and Luke points out to a large section of the crowd holding up a 'Suicidal Scumbags' banner. Rufio slowly gets to his feet as Knuxy turns back to check on the position of his opponent, and as soon as Rufio begins to approach the ring apron, Luke takes off in a sprint, and then drops down feet first into a baseball slide that sends Rufio thundering back against the steel barrier.
PERCY: OH! Rufio just slumping down to the ground after that shot against the steel, and Luke is rolling out here to get more personal with the fans.
CAT: God, you have to love a Rock Star!
Luke steps over to two blonde beauty's in the front row and leans against the guard rail, chit chatting with the buxom ladies, while Rufio struggles to get back to his feet. Knuxy pauses for a moment to turn back to where Rufio is stumbling towards the ring, and he holds up a cautionary hand to the girls, followed by a wink, before turning to approach his groggy opponent. He reaches out to grab Rufio by the hair once more, and drags him away from the ring apron, despite the fact that A-Ref is threatening to count them out if he doesn't get it back in the ring. Luke waves A-Ref off with his free hand, using the other to force Rufio's head down between his legs.
PERCY: Oh God! You don't think he's going to try and Powerbomb him on the concrete do you? That might kill him!
CAT: That's why I love Knuxy. He thinks of all the things that I want to see. Nail him Luke!
The crowd calls for him to 'Do It, Do It, Do It' while A-Ref goes nuts trying to get the situation under control. Luke allows a smirk out to the crowd, adjusts his mask, and then reaches down to get into position. Suddenly, Rufio grabs Luke by the back of his knee's, and snaps upwards while yanking back with his arms, causing Luke to slam down hard on the concrete. Never letting go of Luke's legs, Rufio cinches up to where his arms are locked behind the knee's, and then falls backwards, Sling Shotting Luke up off the ground to sail through the air, eventually coming to a stop when he crashes face first into a metal ring post.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! RUFIO WITH A COMEBACK!
CAT: FORGET THAT! What about Luke's nose?!?!
Luke clutches at his nose guard in shock and dismay, before being helped up to his feet by Rufio. The Lost Boy grabs the Rock Star by the seat of his pants, and thrusts him under the bottom rope and back into the ring, following him in for a quick pin.
1...
2...
Luke drapes his foot on the rope at the count of two, and A-Ref signals to Rufio that the count is over. Frustrated, the Lost Boy snaps up to his feet, bringing Luke up with him, takes him by the wrist, and then whips him to the far side. Luke rebounds off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt, and when he comes back for a second time, Rufio attempts a leap frog. Much to his surprise, Luke stops short, catching the man in midair, and bringing him down across his shoulders. With him firmly in position, he throws him up off his shoulders, and in one fluid motion brings his knee up to meet Rufio's face on the way down.
PERCY: SUICIDE NOTE!! THIS ONE'S OVER!!
CAT: Yeah, and you know what! I think it's cause that mask protected his face when he was thrown into the ring post. He was playing a little opossum with the lost boy!
Luke signals to the crowd, and drops down for the cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest by pinfall.....LUKE KNUX!!!!!
PERCY: Well there you have it, folks! Luke Knux is victorious over the Lost Boy, Rufio, and that means that Redrum's crew is 0-3 here tonight. That doesn't bode well for their being called up here in the future.
CAT: Yeah, who cares about that. Luke's celebrating in the ring, and I'd rather watch that than worry about that deranged clown and his misfits.
Everyone fails to notice that a hoodie and jeans wearing Jack Nomad crosses the guard rail outside the ring. In his hand is a rather heavy looking medium sized sack, it's noisy contents otherwise unheard as he slides into the ring behind Luke. Jack smiles at the man as he leans into the ropes, recovering from his match as the music plays loud and proud. Giving the bag a bit of a heave-ho motion, he swings it overhand upon the top of Luke's head with a devastating chunk impact that drops him where he stands, the entire crowd erupting in a mixed reaction to what just happened. Jack stands over him as a bit of blood steaks down Rock Star's cheek. Opening up the bag, he rains upon Luke Knux roughly two hundred dollars in nickels, which would equal around fifty pounds. As security rushes down the ramp, Jack drops the now empty bag on Luke Knux's head, then falls back and rolls out of the ring, disappearing into the crowd through which he came. Meanwhile medical staff rush the ring along with security to help Luke after taking a fifty pound impact from a bag of hot nickels to the head.
PERCY: Jack Nomad just leveled Luke Knux with what appears to be a bag of nickels!
CAT: Man, that's nasty. Hey, I wonder if he would mind if I cleared the ring of a few of those. You know what they say, bling comes in all forms.
PERCY: Luke's going to need assistance to the back after this, and Jack Nomad needs to be fined! It's bad enough that he broke the guys nose a few weeks ago, but now he might have given him a concussion.
CAT: Oh, Percy, don't be so dramatic. That's just the nature of the business, and in our business, we depend heavily on backstage interest. So why don't we go back there and see if something hasn't churned up?
And so Francis Ford Cuppola sat there in the lovely Lady Munin’s Pure Amusement Headquarters office eyeing her matter-of-factly.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: So, it’s been brought to my attention that this ‘Pure Amusement’ thing is actually a wrestling company? Is that correct?
Munin eyed the older gentleman with amusement, and a slight amount of exasperation. Suddenly, she wondered if perhaps she should have added Irish cream to her coffee instead of half and half.
LADY MUNIN: Yes sir, that is correct. Pure Amusement is a theme park and a wrestling promotion.
Francis seemed put out as he leaned forward in his chair and egregiously pointed an accusing finger at The Lady.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Now you listen to me you little yellow--oh.
His arm overextended oh so slightly as he pointed at her, accidentally knocking Munin’s coffee cup and it’s contents at her.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Whoop.
Munin paged Ji to the office with the push of a button, before moving a stack of papers away from a stray puddle of liquid. Any amusement that was once on her face was gone, replaced with a look of frosty indifference. Francis watched ignorantly befuddled by the tiny commotion he’d caused. Ji entered the room not a moment later, his face pale when he took in the scene. Francis looked innocent.
LADY MUNIN: Ji, will you please have a new outfit sent to my office along with a dry cleaning bag. A towel would also be appreciated, though it seems most of the mess was absorbed by my silk.
Ji nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: That silk’s a helluva fabric.
Francis obliviously stirred his cup of coffee before tipping it at Munin before taking a ginger sip.
LADY MUNIN: Allow me to be clear. I will not tolerate any racial comments, sir. I am the owner of this company, and your host. If you want me to be a pleasant host I suggest you behave like proper guest.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I couldn’t agree with you more, Mooney. I can’t stand racing. And I do apologize, your cup got in the way of my arm there, but look, I guess I was just upset you weren’t more specific about what precisely PAW was when you named it, you know? PAW. It’s an animal’s hand…
Francis shook his head, not realizing his welcome was close, if not well, overstayed at this point. He stirred his coffee ignorantly and sat back more amiably.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I suppose it’s nothing to be worried about, Monie, since it actually works out even better for the both of us that your Park of Amusement also houses a Wrestling promotion. It’s like adding jam to toast. My movie? The French Mime Assassins, is about, get this, WRESTLERS trying to make it, are you ready? In An amusement park! Imagine my surprise at our mutual luck that you happen to house both. I guess I got excited at the cross-brand promotional capabilities your establishment houses. My mind was literally on fire, Muginn, no word of a lie, about the beautiful way this alters my project for the better.
Francis eyed her expectantly. Throughout his dramatics Munin had taken her seat once more, and watching him with all the perplexity of a scientist that had discovered a new species of bug...make that a stink bug. For once she was at a near loss for how to deal with someone. Was he truly that oblivious? Slowly Munin relaxed into her seat, it was hard to stay insulted when the person insulting you could be senile.
LADY MUNIN: That is fortuitous indeed, sir. I can understand your...excitement. So tell me, how will this alter our previous arrangements. Do you want your Mimes to actually compete? Will you yourself be making appearances at the show?
Francis barely seemed to hear her as he slid forward once more on his chair with startling quickness,
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Here’s what I’m thinking, Moogie--
The contents of his cup spilled partially on his pant leg, momentarily distracting his sentence.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh…
He frowned at the cup of coffee, withholding disparagement of the cup on account of the presence of the lady and returned to his sentence.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Do the words: “NETWORK”, “TELEVISION” mean anything to you?
He eyed her as expectantly as ever.
LADY MUNIN: Those words mean plenty to me sir.
She paged Ji once more, but this time she actually used the intercom.
LADY MUNIN: Ji I am still waiting on those towels.
She considered refilling both of their cups, but quickly decided the spilling hazard wasn't worth it. So instead she rested her her arms on the desk, and offered her guest a small smile of interest.
LADY MUNIN: Please continue sir.
Francis had, by now perched at the edge of his seat, eyeing her with enough anticipation for the both of them.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: All right. I’ll be honest. I caught one of your “What’sUp” shows. It’s not bad. And I hear you’re marketing and selling them a little over cost in, what, *stifles a mocking chuckle* DVD format. Excuse me. Now… what if I told you that not only can I bring you my French Mime Assassins as COMPETITORS, as well as an array of quality French and miscellaneous wrestling talent to make your shows infinitely more buyable when I bring your programming… Are you ready?
He literally eyed her a moment as if to wait for her to answer. (In reality he lost his train of thought, then regained it).
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: TO NETWORK TELEVISION!!!!! What would you say to that, Ms. Moogey?
She blinked for a moment internally debating what was more shocking, the fact that this man could help move her plans for the company forward so quickly, or his complete and utter slaughter of her name. Circumstances being what they are she decides to focus on Network Television.
LADY MUNIN: I believe we should begin the contract process.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Great! Lady Mugatu, this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership.
Francis smiled his coy ‘I’ve still got it’ grin and stood, extending his hand to shake hers, the cup of coffee he was holding spilling forth at her once again before anything practical could be done to prevent it.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh dear.
Francis looked disappointed.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I seemed to have ruined your dress again.
Munin looked down at her already once stained dress, and had the ridiculous urge to start laughing. Perhaps she should look into plastic attire for future meetings with Mr.Cuppola, and begin prepping her office for his visit.
LADY MUNIN: It's fine sir Ji should be back any moment with a change of clothes. This has been a very...interesting meeting. I look forward to working with you.
Francis awkwardly set the now nearly empty cup of coffee down on Munin’s desk, and nodded to her.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Agreed, my lady. Been a helluva meeting. And don’t worry about the dress, a few runs through the washing machine will fix that silk right up good as new.
Mentally Munin sighed, nothing save the hand of Jesus Christ himself could fix this dress.
LADY MUNIN: Yes...good as new.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: So, it’s been brought to my attention that this ‘Pure Amusement’ thing is actually a wrestling company? Is that correct?
Munin eyed the older gentleman with amusement, and a slight amount of exasperation. Suddenly, she wondered if perhaps she should have added Irish cream to her coffee instead of half and half.
LADY MUNIN: Yes sir, that is correct. Pure Amusement is a theme park and a wrestling promotion.
Francis seemed put out as he leaned forward in his chair and egregiously pointed an accusing finger at The Lady.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Now you listen to me you little yellow--oh.
His arm overextended oh so slightly as he pointed at her, accidentally knocking Munin’s coffee cup and it’s contents at her.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Whoop.
Munin paged Ji to the office with the push of a button, before moving a stack of papers away from a stray puddle of liquid. Any amusement that was once on her face was gone, replaced with a look of frosty indifference. Francis watched ignorantly befuddled by the tiny commotion he’d caused. Ji entered the room not a moment later, his face pale when he took in the scene. Francis looked innocent.
LADY MUNIN: Ji, will you please have a new outfit sent to my office along with a dry cleaning bag. A towel would also be appreciated, though it seems most of the mess was absorbed by my silk.
Ji nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: That silk’s a helluva fabric.
Francis obliviously stirred his cup of coffee before tipping it at Munin before taking a ginger sip.
LADY MUNIN: Allow me to be clear. I will not tolerate any racial comments, sir. I am the owner of this company, and your host. If you want me to be a pleasant host I suggest you behave like proper guest.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I couldn’t agree with you more, Mooney. I can’t stand racing. And I do apologize, your cup got in the way of my arm there, but look, I guess I was just upset you weren’t more specific about what precisely PAW was when you named it, you know? PAW. It’s an animal’s hand…
Francis shook his head, not realizing his welcome was close, if not well, overstayed at this point. He stirred his coffee ignorantly and sat back more amiably.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I suppose it’s nothing to be worried about, Monie, since it actually works out even better for the both of us that your Park of Amusement also houses a Wrestling promotion. It’s like adding jam to toast. My movie? The French Mime Assassins, is about, get this, WRESTLERS trying to make it, are you ready? In An amusement park! Imagine my surprise at our mutual luck that you happen to house both. I guess I got excited at the cross-brand promotional capabilities your establishment houses. My mind was literally on fire, Muginn, no word of a lie, about the beautiful way this alters my project for the better.
Francis eyed her expectantly. Throughout his dramatics Munin had taken her seat once more, and watching him with all the perplexity of a scientist that had discovered a new species of bug...make that a stink bug. For once she was at a near loss for how to deal with someone. Was he truly that oblivious? Slowly Munin relaxed into her seat, it was hard to stay insulted when the person insulting you could be senile.
LADY MUNIN: That is fortuitous indeed, sir. I can understand your...excitement. So tell me, how will this alter our previous arrangements. Do you want your Mimes to actually compete? Will you yourself be making appearances at the show?
Francis barely seemed to hear her as he slid forward once more on his chair with startling quickness,
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Here’s what I’m thinking, Moogie--
The contents of his cup spilled partially on his pant leg, momentarily distracting his sentence.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh…
He frowned at the cup of coffee, withholding disparagement of the cup on account of the presence of the lady and returned to his sentence.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Do the words: “NETWORK”, “TELEVISION” mean anything to you?
He eyed her as expectantly as ever.
LADY MUNIN: Those words mean plenty to me sir.
She paged Ji once more, but this time she actually used the intercom.
LADY MUNIN: Ji I am still waiting on those towels.
She considered refilling both of their cups, but quickly decided the spilling hazard wasn't worth it. So instead she rested her her arms on the desk, and offered her guest a small smile of interest.
LADY MUNIN: Please continue sir.
Francis had, by now perched at the edge of his seat, eyeing her with enough anticipation for the both of them.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: All right. I’ll be honest. I caught one of your “What’sUp” shows. It’s not bad. And I hear you’re marketing and selling them a little over cost in, what, *stifles a mocking chuckle* DVD format. Excuse me. Now… what if I told you that not only can I bring you my French Mime Assassins as COMPETITORS, as well as an array of quality French and miscellaneous wrestling talent to make your shows infinitely more buyable when I bring your programming… Are you ready?
He literally eyed her a moment as if to wait for her to answer. (In reality he lost his train of thought, then regained it).
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: TO NETWORK TELEVISION!!!!! What would you say to that, Ms. Moogey?
She blinked for a moment internally debating what was more shocking, the fact that this man could help move her plans for the company forward so quickly, or his complete and utter slaughter of her name. Circumstances being what they are she decides to focus on Network Television.
LADY MUNIN: I believe we should begin the contract process.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Great! Lady Mugatu, this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership.
Francis smiled his coy ‘I’ve still got it’ grin and stood, extending his hand to shake hers, the cup of coffee he was holding spilling forth at her once again before anything practical could be done to prevent it.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh dear.
Francis looked disappointed.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I seemed to have ruined your dress again.
Munin looked down at her already once stained dress, and had the ridiculous urge to start laughing. Perhaps she should look into plastic attire for future meetings with Mr.Cuppola, and begin prepping her office for his visit.
LADY MUNIN: It's fine sir Ji should be back any moment with a change of clothes. This has been a very...interesting meeting. I look forward to working with you.
Francis awkwardly set the now nearly empty cup of coffee down on Munin’s desk, and nodded to her.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Agreed, my lady. Been a helluva meeting. And don’t worry about the dress, a few runs through the washing machine will fix that silk right up good as new.
Mentally Munin sighed, nothing save the hand of Jesus Christ himself could fix this dress.
LADY MUNIN: Yes...good as new.
THE BOX OFFICE
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Special Guest: Johnathan Alexander and Tapioca Joe
CROSS RECOBA: Hello, and welcome once again to The Box Office!
Cross pauses for the applause he feels he deserves, but instead is showered with boo's.
CROSS RECOBA: You know...I shouldn't have expected any less from a group of cretins from a place called Thibodaux, LA. That sounds strangely like something one would find at a tractor pull, or a rodeo. Better yet, it sounds like some gadget that you inbred's would probably buy at three o'clock in the morning off of some infomercial. After all, why go to bed early, most of you are unemployed and living off the government. And of coarse you just have to have the gadget, cause it's going to make your lives more convenient, as if there's anything more convenient than cutting a government check and having a house on wheels.
The crowd is deafening as it jeers and condemns Recoba, who adjusts his expensive tie, while looking out at them all in disgust.
CROSS RECOBA: But you know what? None of that matters. We are a short two weeks away from the biggest event in most of your eager lives, which mostly revolves around entertainment and sporting events anyways, so there you have it. Heat Stroke, folks! I'm talking about Heat Stroke!
A few of the fans cheer at the mention of the upcoming event, excited for what all it will hold.
CROSS RECOBA: That's right! We have three matches already announced for the card. There's going to be a sixteen man battle royal to determine the #1 Contender to the Titans of the Midway Championship. There's going to be a Three Stages of Hell match between Johnny Raike and Calvin Harris! And of coarse, the PAW Heavyweight Championship will be on the line when the most neanderthalithic man in the world takes on the #1 Contender, CJ O'Donnell. O'Donnell, as we saw last week, will more than likely take the champions head off, which won't really improve things that much, considering he doesn't use it for anything other than shoving up Munin's ass!
The crowd starts an 'asshole' chant at this point, and Recoba waves them off with an arrogant expression.
CROSS RECOBA: But that's not why we're here tonight. No, Tonight, we're here to talk with two gentleman who continue to stand up in the face of overwhelming odds. Two men who, in recent weeks, have spent more time on their back than this towns Prom Queen. Two men, who despite the odds, despite their age, and despite their various injuries through the years, just won't do us all a favor and die. I'm talking about none other than, Tapioca Joe and Johnathan Alexander!
'Princes of the Universe' by Queen begins to blare through out the arena as the lights dim, and a golden spotlight focuses on the entrance. The curtain pushes apart and out steps Tapioca Joe and Johnathan Alexander. Joe has on a pair of blue jeans and a PAW T-shirt, while Johnathan is wearing a grey leisure suit with a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Both men stare out at the crowd who cheer for them, and as they make their way down the ramp, Joe reaches out to slap a few hands as Alexander remains focused on the ring. Once at ringside, Johnathan hops up onto the ring apron, while Joe climbs the steps, and both enter the ring at about the same time. Alexander leans against the ropes facing the main camera, and points out at the crowd while Joe leans against a corner with his arms folded over his chest. The Box Office sign pulses behind them, before the lights finally come back on completely. Johnathan and Tapioca turn to face Recoba to find that he has made his way into the seat behind the desk, and he indicates to them the couch. Both men grab a mic before stepping over to take a seat on the sofa.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, gentleman, welcome to The Box Office! I guess the first order of business is letting everyone know who you are. After all, this is a new generation of fans out here, and some people might not no a washed up old fogy and a guy who's been on the shelf for six years due to injury.
TAP: Washed up, huh? I’m pretty sure I could take you through the paces, boy. But anyway I’m Tapioca Joe, ring mat veteran from a bygone time when wrestling was just wrestling who is still trying to ply his trade and entertain the fans.
JOHNATHAN ALEXANDER: It's true I have been on the shelf for six years because of my stupidity. But I think I proved last week in my debut match that I still have something left in me. I proved to everyone in attendance that I can still put a beating on anyone that steps between those ropes.
TAP: Don’t forget you further proved it when you came out and helped me in my handicap tag match against Jack Nomad and Alexandria Kelly after taking a beat down by one of the Takeover goons.
JOHNATHAN ALEXANDER: This is true, Tap. There is-
Suddenly the tron flickers from static to blackness as footfalls can be heard moving about. A flame bursts to life in the darkness illuminating the top of a lone candle before the flame gently flicks the wick of the candle setting it ablaze. An exhalation of air is heard and the flame which lit the candle fades out of existence. The candle sits flickering in the darkness as the footfalls are once again heard first moving away from the candle and then moving back towards it. Red Dragon’s face comes into view near the candle and a slight smile is evident on his face
RED DRAGON: How does it feel to be alone in your quest Jonathan? Are you cowering in the dark somewhere hoping that I will not find you? Do not worry Jonathan; there is nothing in the dark that cannot hurt you in the light. Did you sink in that I had time to unleash that much carnage upon you. That your own PAW roster sat back and finally one wrestler came out. But the question you must ask yourself did he come out to help you or just to get some publicity for himself?
Red Dragon steps away from the illumination of the candle and vanishes into the surrounding blackness
RED DRAGON: Similar to that candle you stand alone against forces that can easily end your existence. Jonathan….Jonathan the pain you felt last week was just the beginning of what I have in store for you. You stuck your nose in the wrong people's business and you did not listen to the warning that I put out. I’m not a man to take lightly and I could easily end your career. But I’m not here to do that. I’m here for one purpose and that is to get back what belongs to GZW.
A hand reaches out of the darkness and snuffs the flame between two of it fingers plunging the scene into blackness
RED DRAGON: Have no worry Jonathan, it is not about how I can beat you. It is about how much torment we can put you through before we finally get our property back.
A flame bursts to life near the top of the candle re-igniting it. The flame once again fads from existence with the exhalation of air
RED DRAGON: By the way Jonathan you have such a lovely wife. That was so sweet that she escorted you down to the ring. However what a shame that she had to sit back and watch as I tore you apart piece by piece. It sure would be a shame if something happened to her. You never know when something that lurks in the shadows that could just reach out and grab her.
Air can be heard being exhaled and the candle flame begins flickering fighting to stay lit against the force being exerted against it
RED DRAGON: I hope you have the same fight for life as this candle. Anything less than you fighting for your life with all your heart are going to end with yet another victim added to the Minister of Evil. Your condition does not matter to me. The punishment you receive during the match however does. Your day of reckoning is coming...are you prepared for the pain you are about to suffer at the hands of the Minister of Evil?
The hand once again reaches out of the darkness snuffing the flame between two fingers plunging the scene into total darkness. Footfalls are heard moving away from the camera before it fills with static and eventually fades to black.
When the lights return to the arena standing on the entranceway stage is Joshua Samson, standing center with microphone in hand, Jericho “Raze” Cross standing over his right, Amanda Reynolds to his left, John Champa to Amanda’s left, Shane “Ryder” Lawrence to Raze’s left, and Red Dragon to Raze’s right. The crowd explodes in a hail of jeers at the sight of the Takeover.
JOSHUA SAMSON: Did you swamp frogs not think we wouldn’t show up en mass tonight?! You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think we weren’t going to be here to once again to put a member of the PAW Patrol on his back!
CROWD: Fuck you! Fuck you!
In the ring Cross Recoba has hastily made his way out of the ring to seek safety. Tap and Jonathan lean against the ropes listening and facing the GZW2K1 collective.
JOSHUA SAMSON: Are you slothed footed gremlins finished?! Trust me we’ve got all night. Your jeers only make us that much stronger around this bitch!
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Looking about at his cohorts, the Executive Representative chuckles before talking over the amped crowd.
JOSHUA SAMSON: In case you people have forgotten or just too ignorant to comprehend, let me refresh your memory on who the hell we are. This is the vanguard of GroundZero Wrestling 2K1. This is the group that will relieve Lady Itty Bitty of the title that she still is holding hostage. We are the Takeover!
Samson begins pacing back and forth.
JOSHUA SAMSON: So it seems that the PAW Patrol...Old Man Pudding Pop and Male Model Boy...are the defacto defenders of the Amusement Park. How many times do we have to beat you two down before you get it into your thick skulls that there is no stopping this holy mission that we’re on? When will you realize that you are fighting a futile battle….an uphill struggle against an avalanche that is inevitably going to crush both of you under it’s weight? Probably never but I’m sure you won’t stopping trying, huh?
All of the fans suddenly hold up their middle fingers and begin chanting.
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
The hostility of the crowd has garnered several dirty looks from Shane Lawrence. He looks over at Joshua and motions for the microphone.
SHANE RYDER: Hey! Hey! You people need to shut the hell up and show some respect! You are looking at some of the best god damn wrestlers in the world right now! You should be basking in our glory! We have come to save you from PAW. You fans claim to love wrestling, but you follow these worthless amusement park losers around like lost puppy dogs. Don’t you all want to witness REAL wrestling again? I would think so, but you fans don’t give me much hope to be honest.
A chorus of boos puts smiles on the faces of the Takeover.
SHANE RYDER: I mean come on. Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander? This has to be some sort of running joke right? Seriously...I think you two have had enough ass whoopings. You should be tucking your tails and beating feet to get out of here while you still have what’s left of your careers. Go somewhere else. BWF, CWF, OWF...go anywhere else and live out your pathetic lives. But no...you both want to stay in the amusement park. Huge mistake on your part. Hell...I’d enjoy beating some sense into both of you...on my own. But why keep all the fun for myself?
Shane takes a few steps forward and points towards the ring yelling vulgarities. In the ring Tap and J.A. motion to the Takeover to “bring it on” and as a result Shane hands the microphone back to Samson.
JOSHUA SAMSON: See what I mean….there are six of us ready to bring the goddamn thunder but you two retarded idiots are more than ready to take an ass whooping in defense of a chick that gives two flying monkeys for your well being whatsoever. Instead she would rather remain hidden in the back like the average suit and tie wearing executive clutching onto the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship title belt while sending out cannon fodder. If you PAW Patrol had any inkling of sense you wouldn’t be standing against us….you’d be fighting with us!
CROWD: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
JOSHUA SAMSON: But of course not. That’s why it only makes sense for us to come down there and WHOOP….THAT...ASS!
At that Champa, Red Dragon, and Shane Lawrence rush down the rampway heading for the ring. Tap and Johnathan Alexander ready themselves for the oncoming onslaught. Champa, Red Dragon, and Shane Lawrence slide into the ring as Tap and Alexander charge them. Johnathan stomps on the back of Champa while Tap kicks Shane Lawrence in the chest as he scurries to his feet. Red Dragon grabs Tap from behind and plants him with a release German suplex. Johnathan turns to see Tap grab at his neck, taking his eyes off Champa, allowing him to get to his feet. He turns back just in time to be blasted in the face with a pair of brass knuckles.
Both men struggle to get up as Champa, Shane Lawrence, and Red Dragon all ascend on them. Tap tries to cover up as Red Dragon and Shane stomp away at the back of his head and neck while Champa is dropping several knees into the back of Jonathan Alexander’s neck. The crowd pops loudly as running down the ramp, holding a steel chair in his hand, is William Saint. He slides into the ring and blasts Red Dragon across the face with the chair sending him out of the ring, catching the attention of Shane and Champa. Tap grabs Shane while his attention is elsewhere and lifts him up, planting him in the center of the ring with an Olympic Slam before he rolls out of the ring and leans against the barricade next to Red Dragon. Johnathan Alexander grabs Champa and spins him around before hoisting him up and connecting with an exploder suplex sending him out of the ring and next to his cohorts.
"Ladies and Gentleman" by Saliva suddenly hits over the arena causing all at ringside to turn towards the stage, as Lady Munin steps out onto the stage, a vision in leather and silk, and the crowd goes wild at the sight of her. Leather rockers that reached her knees, partially covering the sheer black tights that ran into her short leather shorts. A silver silk shirt topped the outfit with a black and silver corset molding everything just right. As delectable as she looked with lights caressing her small frame it was her gold accessory that had all members of GZW ready to knock heads. The GZW World Title was carefully draped over one shoulder, the way some women might drape a mink. Before anyone could attempt to relieve the lady of here title the Goliath form of Press joined her on stage with his ever present partner Youth by his side with a wicked grin that just dared someone to make his day. They were soon joined by the Bonnie and Clyde of PAW, Jack Nomad and Alexandra Kelly. The bloody pixie looked ready and willing to reach out and “hug” someone. Battle worn, yet ready for more, they stared down the “Vanguards” of GZW. After a moment Youth passed a microphone to Munin's waiting hand, which she took with a devilish grin focused on none other than Joshua Samson.
LADY MUNIN: Joshua, don’t you think it's about time for you to stop putting words in my mouth...and start putting a little bit of truth in yours? Have you told anyone even in private the truth about this invasion, or more importantly our recent meeting?
She looked over the defiant faces of GZW with a smile full of mock sympathy.
LADY MUNIN: Have any of you stopped to wonder why you are here? Why has GZW not taken legal action instead of sending their rag tag group to invade another company? No, I doubt it. You lot likely just blindly stumbled forward to do the bidding of a corporate machine. Never questioning why...because let's be honest you don't actually care about any kind of principal or sense of honor. All you want is the chance for top gold. A chance at a title you would never get close enough to breath on otherwise. To be honest I hope that’s the case. I hope that none of you are actually here due to some misguided sense of justice. That would be pathetically sad.
Her eyes scan the faces of each person, resting for a moment on Jericho with a fleeting look of disappointment, before returning to Samson. A near Hush has fallen over the crowd.
LADY MUNIN: The truth is I haven't technically stolen anything since I am still under contract.
Munin pulls the microphone away from her mouth to chuckle at the various reactions of shock all around.
LADY MUNIN: It is a contract I have refused to uphold,and they have refused to tear up. Now they could take me to court but then...are you ready for this? I could have you all arrested for trespassing and aggravated assault.
At this point even Press was having a hard time keeping a smile off his face, while Youth didn't even bother.
LADY MUNIN: My employees have been VERY careful only to engage you in self defense, or in defense of another. To be honest this could have turned into an even stickier situation, but thankfully Samson and I worked out a compromise...A written contract in fact. Just in time too because Raike has been itching to take his pound of flesh. I gave them the TV Title in exchange for William Saint to be released for his contract. That part none of you likely care about, but oh it gets better. I then agreed to defend this title against one of you at a reasonably future date...In exchange for: temporary contracts, waivers,and merchandise rights on all of you. Per mandate of GZW you will be required to sign these any time you enter a PAW arena.
She pauses for a moment as Press whispers something in her ear that makes her chuckle.
LADY MUNIN: You're right I probably do need to clarify. What that means boys and girls is that you no longer have a free hall pass. If you want to step into this building or this ring, and stir up the hornet's nest, you can expect instant retribution...
By this time J.A., Tap, and Saint have made their way up the rampway to stand near their PAW counterparts. Samson, Raze, and Amanda have made their way into the way to stand with their Takeover comrades.
JOSHUA SAMSON: There…there...are no secrets amongst the Takeover, Lady Itty Bitty! You think I haven’t told my guys everything?!
Showing a tad bit of nervousness, Samson looks over his group assuring them that he has this handled.
JOSHUA SAMSON: The Takeover doesn’t give a damn about signing temporary contracts to the Amusement Park if it means getting back what is rightfully ours! And if it means going through every has-been never-was to achieve that then so be it!
Munin looked on in amusement knowing all too well that at least one person in their merry band wasn't drinking the kool aid.
LADY MUNIN: How admirable of you. If that's how you all truly feel than allow me to announce GZW's first match in Pure Amusement. There will be a six man tag match at Heat Stroke. Tapioca Joe, Jonathan Alexander, and William Saint Versus John Champa, Red Dragon, and Shane Lawrence.
She pauses for a moment as a thought occurs to her, an idea so perfect and wicked that it was impossible to pass up.
LADY MUNIN: With myself acting as the referee.
She looks up at Press and Youth.
LADY MUNIN: If anyone tries to interfere in the match you have my blessing to knock their heads off.
JOSHUA SAMSON: The PAW Patrol against Red Dragon, Champa, and Shane….that’s no freaking problem. It’s not even a problem that you’re stacking the deck in the Amusement Park’s favor by putting yourself in the ring. But you want to paint us as the bad guys...whatever! Do whatever it takes to show your insecurity with your rosters’ abilities, Lady Itty Bitty. Come Heat Stroke the first three of your human shields will be put to the wayside!
At this Munin was outright laughing,and making no secret of it.
LADY MUNIN: GZW has thus far been given a free ride in this company, but that stops tonight. If they can't handle this match then perhaps they can't handle the company. You can bluster all you like Joshua, but the match is what it is. You're a big boy so act like it.
“ Ladies and Gentlemen “ kicks back in as the two groups stare each other down from a distance before the scene fades to a scene backstage.
The scene opens in a quiet little spot, far away from anyone. There isn't much detail as other than a single candle light, Jack is surrounded in darkness as he sits upon a dirt floor with his back against a plank wood wall. He has one leg stretched out, the other drawn in, the hood on his hoodie down. There is a somber expression upon it as he stares upon the floor, not even looking into the camera.
JACK NOMAD: Some idiots get on the internet and think that because they are on twitter, typing shit, it's all harmless fun and games. The professional courtesy is to blow it off as nothing, which I do up until a point. You see, in truth I'm a guy that probably shouldn't have a twitter account. I mean sure, shit amuses the fuck out of me and is better than TV on a particularly boring night. However I've had instances where some motherfuckers just don't know when to shut the fuck up.
A beep from his pocket sounds and Jack sighed softly as he brought his phone up, plucking at it for a second to reply to some random dumbfuck on his feed.
JACK NOMAD: Some of you may think that what happened this evening was retaliation for the twenty pound acoustic equalizer shot from Fuck Knux last week. To be honest, it was only the start of what lead into the reason for this. You see, I was actually proud of little Fuck Knux. He actually grew a pair and came at me, rather than writing a stupid song about ass rape involving myself in one of his twisted little fantasies. I gave him his props and promised retribution, but I wanted it to be settled in the ring as a show of respect. However, I never got there as the little fuck decided to be the immature, insecure little shit that he's more known for being.
Jack shakes his head as a look of disappointment crosses his face.
JACK NOMAD: So he goads me, prods me, and at this point, I'm saying to myself, 'Fuck this little insecure bitch, I'm not about to give him a match for being a disrespectful cunt.' The receipt given for the check that had been written by the alligator mouth overrunning his mocking bird ass was initially going to be less severe. A simple beating and move on with my life but then he made one fatal mistake.
His head lifts and he finally looks directly into the camera with a venomous scowl.
JACK NOMAD: You see, I care about abso-fucking-lutely nothing in this life with only one exception. Alexandra Kelly. Fuck Knux had said, 'Why don't you go back to your whore before she finds another dick to jump on.' Now in the context of everyday twitter interactions, that is pretty much a dime a dozen quote that would usually be met with something equally childish like, 'Oh you mean that slut you call your mother?' That one exception happens to be the love of my life and when you degrade her and call her a fucking whore then I take exception. You would have been just fine, Lucas Fuck Knux, if you had just accepted the respect I had given you, took a match, and shut the fuck up.
He leans his head back, tilting it slight as he gazes down his nose at the lens.
JACK NOMAD: It's bad enough that you cost me a rematch against Kelsey Spencer because medical in PAW is too chicken shit to clear me after the twenty pound dirt guitar shot. Let's see if you're fit enough to wrestle at Heat Stroke after taking a fifty pound bag of hot nickels to the top of your fucking skull, boy. Let's see if the forty year old going on twelve can come back like the tough guy he thinks he is or show us that he's just another inked up pretender to the throne. See you at Heat Stroke, Fuck Knux.
Lifting his boot clad foot up, Jack then launches it into the camera lens, effectively killing the feed. As it was picked as one of the cheaper live feed models, He had no problem paying for it. Most likely the two hundred in heated nickels he spilled all over Luke Knux would more than pay for it for certain. The feed itself wasn't exactly stellar or even very high resolution, giving it a bit of a grainy quality overall.
Suddenly another camera flashes on to replace the feed that just went dark, and we come into focus on the same spot where Jack Nomad looms over the camera, his scowl still in place as he ruminates over what he plans to do to Luke Knux, wishing that the camera he had just destroyed was Luke's head. His dark thoughts are suddenly interrupted, however, by an equally gravely voice.
SHADOW: I warned you Jack. I warned you that I was watching your every move and that it wasn't going unnoticed. From here on out things are done on my time and not yours.
Jack eyes dart out into the darkness, and he scans the area, trying to find the source of the mechanized voice only to find the empty space he had chosen to say his piece.
SHADOW: I find you guilty.
The candles light goes out completely, plunging everything into darkness. Through out the Stopher Gym people can hear the sound of metal clanking against metal, like a billy club clanking against iron bars in the nostalgic cinema days. A dim light casts a glow over the area, and Jack Nomad stands exactly where he was, fists balled up, coiled, ready to strike, but it is only words that reach out and caress his cheek like a gentle wind.
SHADOW: Pray you don't attract my attention any further.
The candle flickers again, and Jack looks over his shoulder, only to find himself completely alone. The look on his face is not amused as the secondary camera fades out.
JACK NOMAD: Some idiots get on the internet and think that because they are on twitter, typing shit, it's all harmless fun and games. The professional courtesy is to blow it off as nothing, which I do up until a point. You see, in truth I'm a guy that probably shouldn't have a twitter account. I mean sure, shit amuses the fuck out of me and is better than TV on a particularly boring night. However I've had instances where some motherfuckers just don't know when to shut the fuck up.
A beep from his pocket sounds and Jack sighed softly as he brought his phone up, plucking at it for a second to reply to some random dumbfuck on his feed.
JACK NOMAD: Some of you may think that what happened this evening was retaliation for the twenty pound acoustic equalizer shot from Fuck Knux last week. To be honest, it was only the start of what lead into the reason for this. You see, I was actually proud of little Fuck Knux. He actually grew a pair and came at me, rather than writing a stupid song about ass rape involving myself in one of his twisted little fantasies. I gave him his props and promised retribution, but I wanted it to be settled in the ring as a show of respect. However, I never got there as the little fuck decided to be the immature, insecure little shit that he's more known for being.
Jack shakes his head as a look of disappointment crosses his face.
JACK NOMAD: So he goads me, prods me, and at this point, I'm saying to myself, 'Fuck this little insecure bitch, I'm not about to give him a match for being a disrespectful cunt.' The receipt given for the check that had been written by the alligator mouth overrunning his mocking bird ass was initially going to be less severe. A simple beating and move on with my life but then he made one fatal mistake.
His head lifts and he finally looks directly into the camera with a venomous scowl.
JACK NOMAD: You see, I care about abso-fucking-lutely nothing in this life with only one exception. Alexandra Kelly. Fuck Knux had said, 'Why don't you go back to your whore before she finds another dick to jump on.' Now in the context of everyday twitter interactions, that is pretty much a dime a dozen quote that would usually be met with something equally childish like, 'Oh you mean that slut you call your mother?' That one exception happens to be the love of my life and when you degrade her and call her a fucking whore then I take exception. You would have been just fine, Lucas Fuck Knux, if you had just accepted the respect I had given you, took a match, and shut the fuck up.
He leans his head back, tilting it slight as he gazes down his nose at the lens.
JACK NOMAD: It's bad enough that you cost me a rematch against Kelsey Spencer because medical in PAW is too chicken shit to clear me after the twenty pound dirt guitar shot. Let's see if you're fit enough to wrestle at Heat Stroke after taking a fifty pound bag of hot nickels to the top of your fucking skull, boy. Let's see if the forty year old going on twelve can come back like the tough guy he thinks he is or show us that he's just another inked up pretender to the throne. See you at Heat Stroke, Fuck Knux.
Lifting his boot clad foot up, Jack then launches it into the camera lens, effectively killing the feed. As it was picked as one of the cheaper live feed models, He had no problem paying for it. Most likely the two hundred in heated nickels he spilled all over Luke Knux would more than pay for it for certain. The feed itself wasn't exactly stellar or even very high resolution, giving it a bit of a grainy quality overall.
Suddenly another camera flashes on to replace the feed that just went dark, and we come into focus on the same spot where Jack Nomad looms over the camera, his scowl still in place as he ruminates over what he plans to do to Luke Knux, wishing that the camera he had just destroyed was Luke's head. His dark thoughts are suddenly interrupted, however, by an equally gravely voice.
SHADOW: I warned you Jack. I warned you that I was watching your every move and that it wasn't going unnoticed. From here on out things are done on my time and not yours.
Jack eyes dart out into the darkness, and he scans the area, trying to find the source of the mechanized voice only to find the empty space he had chosen to say his piece.
SHADOW: I find you guilty.
The candles light goes out completely, plunging everything into darkness. Through out the Stopher Gym people can hear the sound of metal clanking against metal, like a billy club clanking against iron bars in the nostalgic cinema days. A dim light casts a glow over the area, and Jack Nomad stands exactly where he was, fists balled up, coiled, ready to strike, but it is only words that reach out and caress his cheek like a gentle wind.
SHADOW: Pray you don't attract my attention any further.
The candle flickers again, and Jack looks over his shoulder, only to find himself completely alone. The look on his face is not amused as the secondary camera fades out.
THE FIRST EVER PAW INTERFED HOSTED CONTEST
Singles Match
Nirvana versus James Radford
Due to Technical Difficulties this match will be featured as a DVD Bonus Feature upon WICKED#11's release.
Two men made their way through packed parking lot. One wearing a suit worth enough to part rent on a small house, while the other sufficed for a pair of rugged blue jeans and a black band shirt. They were an odd pair, as opposite as night and day, and this showed in more than their clothes and general attitude. The man in the suit was unmistakably Joshua Samson, the Executive Representative of The Takeover was as vocal as usual while tugging at the corner of his collar. His companion seemed happier to remain quiet, though a bit less than content with his company.
SAMSON: Overall we had a good night, Raze. Further putting the Amusement Park on notice and one step closer to getting back the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight title.
Finally they made their way to their destination a shiny new red Mercedes. It seemed that Joshua had particular taste even when it came to rental cars.
SAMSON: That goddamn Lady Itty Bitty making that match for Heat Stroke was a bit unexpected though...caught me off guard. But if she wants to make a sanctioned match to see the professional death of her PAW Patrol so be it.
Joshua got into the car feeling better now that he felt he had the last work. Yes indeed despite the setbacks he was sure that everything was going according to plan. Looking over at Raze who was still beside his car a thought occurred to him. A thought that brought a downright devilish smile to his puckish face. He rolled down the window just enough for his voice to carry through.
SAMSON: Maybe when this is all over and you and Man Munin have torn each other apart...I can console Lady Itty Bitty...see what all the hypes about.
He twisted the key as he began to laugh only to be silenced by the sound of a small explosion. His face was a study of terror as bright pink glitter spewed throughout the luxury car, mixed with larger pieces of sparkling purple confetti.
SAMSON: WHAT THE FU...
When the glitter settled no surface had been left untouched, and no crevice of Joshua Samson had been missed. At this point a still shocked Samson noticed a small white card stuck to his steering wheel.
Raze whips round to face the car after hearing the bang, uncertain of the nature of its origin. His instinct to act quickly kicked in as he lowered his stocky, powerful frame to look in the window. Upon seeing his employer- as well as the car's interior- covered in pink and purple glitter his eyes widen and his lips press together in an effort to keep from laughing.
RAZE: What the fuck? Where did that come from?
Rolling down the window further, a glittered faced Samson looks up at his bodyguard.
SAMSON: Do you see this shit?! DO YOU SEE THIS SHIT?!
The Mouthpiece pushes the door open and steps out revealing himself to be entirely covered with the glitter and confetti. Spitting constantly to get what was in his mouth out, Samson incredulously looks at Raze.
SAMSON: Do you know how long…*cough*... it’s going to take…*spit*... to get rid of all…*gag*... this shit?!
Raze can't stop a snigger from escaping as he shakes his head. It wasn't difficult to figure out who was behind this.
RAZE: Well... it could be worse.
SAMSON: How in the hell could it be worse?!
RAZE: She could have wired a blasting cap to the fuel line. Then we wouldn't be having this conversation. I'm just saying there's a silver lining here.
He looks around the interior of the car again, before giving a shrug as he looks back at Joshua.
RAZE: Or rather, a pink one.
SAMSON: Shaddup! Let’s see if any of the other guys are still around so we can get a lift out of here. I got to figure out what in the hell I’m going to tell the rental company...
SAMSON: Overall we had a good night, Raze. Further putting the Amusement Park on notice and one step closer to getting back the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight title.
Finally they made their way to their destination a shiny new red Mercedes. It seemed that Joshua had particular taste even when it came to rental cars.
SAMSON: That goddamn Lady Itty Bitty making that match for Heat Stroke was a bit unexpected though...caught me off guard. But if she wants to make a sanctioned match to see the professional death of her PAW Patrol so be it.
Joshua got into the car feeling better now that he felt he had the last work. Yes indeed despite the setbacks he was sure that everything was going according to plan. Looking over at Raze who was still beside his car a thought occurred to him. A thought that brought a downright devilish smile to his puckish face. He rolled down the window just enough for his voice to carry through.
SAMSON: Maybe when this is all over and you and Man Munin have torn each other apart...I can console Lady Itty Bitty...see what all the hypes about.
He twisted the key as he began to laugh only to be silenced by the sound of a small explosion. His face was a study of terror as bright pink glitter spewed throughout the luxury car, mixed with larger pieces of sparkling purple confetti.
SAMSON: WHAT THE FU...
When the glitter settled no surface had been left untouched, and no crevice of Joshua Samson had been missed. At this point a still shocked Samson noticed a small white card stuck to his steering wheel.
“Eat my glitter. <3 Munin”
Raze whips round to face the car after hearing the bang, uncertain of the nature of its origin. His instinct to act quickly kicked in as he lowered his stocky, powerful frame to look in the window. Upon seeing his employer- as well as the car's interior- covered in pink and purple glitter his eyes widen and his lips press together in an effort to keep from laughing.
RAZE: What the fuck? Where did that come from?
Rolling down the window further, a glittered faced Samson looks up at his bodyguard.
SAMSON: Do you see this shit?! DO YOU SEE THIS SHIT?!
The Mouthpiece pushes the door open and steps out revealing himself to be entirely covered with the glitter and confetti. Spitting constantly to get what was in his mouth out, Samson incredulously looks at Raze.
SAMSON: Do you know how long…*cough*... it’s going to take…*spit*... to get rid of all…*gag*... this shit?!
Raze can't stop a snigger from escaping as he shakes his head. It wasn't difficult to figure out who was behind this.
RAZE: Well... it could be worse.
SAMSON: How in the hell could it be worse?!
RAZE: She could have wired a blasting cap to the fuel line. Then we wouldn't be having this conversation. I'm just saying there's a silver lining here.
He looks around the interior of the car again, before giving a shrug as he looks back at Joshua.
RAZE: Or rather, a pink one.
SAMSON: Shaddup! Let’s see if any of the other guys are still around so we can get a lift out of here. I got to figure out what in the hell I’m going to tell the rental company...
{MAIN EVENT}
Tag Match
Calvin Harris & CJ O'Donnell versus Johnny Raike & Press
PERCY: Wow! Looks like Lady Munin got a measure of revenge on GZW's Joshua Samson after some of his antics on Twitter. And what about her huge announcement! Not only does PAW and GZW go head to head at Heat Stroke in a six man tag, but she's going to be the guest Referee!
CAT: Yeah, the whole thing looks like a bedazzling situation, Percy.
Percy glances over at Cat with a sidelong expression, before turning back to the camera and plunging forward with his duties.
PERCY: Well, folks, it's time for the Main Event!
CAT: I can't wait! We got three sexy men and an woolly mammoth!
PERCY: Maybe, but Johnny could come out at Ruby again. That would would make things interesting!
CAT: You're right! What are we waiting for! Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening, and is a Tag Match scheduled for one fall!
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.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!
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.
Caleb has reached 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.
CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell looks like he's ready for action. It will be interesting to see how he coexists with his tag partner here tonight considering the animosity they've exhibited in the past.
CAT: Well, I for one hope they don't get along. I'm all about the blood and guts, Percy, and I'm looking forward to when this whole thing breaks down into a blood bath.
Bullet For My Valentine's "Your Betrayal" begins to split the arena's speakers, and it takes only a few seconds before the 'Martyr of Pro Wrestling', Calvin Harris, strolls out onto the stage, the Titans of the Midway Championship firmly around his waist. He lets a casual hand rest across the top of the face plate as he scans the crowd with a smug expression, before throwing both hands out at his sides, encouraging the boos that were forthcoming.
After a few seconds he lowers his arms, and begins making his way down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his partner, coming all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling, and is the current Titans of the Midway Champion.......CALVIN HARRIS!
Calvin casually makes his way down to the ring, chuckling at the booing fans, and patting the championship around his waist for good measure. When he reaches ringside, he reaches out, grabbing the middle rope, and in one fluid motion, pulls himself up onto the ring apron, and through the ropes into the ring. When he comes up he swiftly takes a neutral corner as O'Donnell watches on, and throws his hands out at his side again, tilting his head back a bit so as to soak in the jeers and insults being thrown his way. He obnoxiously grins as his hands return to his sides, and he hops down off the turnbuckle. He looks over to O'Donnell with that same grin, and pats his championship as a message to the #1 Contender.
PERCY: Calvin Harris in no uncertain terms letting CJ O'Donnell know that he made it to gold here in PAW before he did.
CAT: God, you could stir the tension in the ring with a wooden spoon! It would be like a hate stew!
'Pure Morning' by Placebo blares through out the arena, and the fans erupt as Johnny Raike emerges from the back, casually strolling towards ringside. He scans the crowd, trailing his finger over his chest with a Cheshire grin, and waves at a group of Ruby Ridge supporters holding up signs.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, first...coming from Astoria, Queens, New York, and weighting in at 195 pounds....He is The Sissy Boy Savior, The Thigh High Thriller, The Most Liberated Man In Wrestling.....JOHNNY RAIKE!!
Just as Johnny reaches the ring he notices a pair of attractive fans in the front row, and he bites his fist playfully before sauntering over and leaning against the guard rail to chat with them. From inside the ring Harris shakes his head in disgust as O'Donnell watches both men warily, even though one is supposed to be his partner for tonight. After passing the couple one of his 'Kissing Booth' cards, he finally turns his attention to the ring where he steps up onto the steps, but pauses before fully entering.
PERCY: Looks like Johnny is going to wait for back up.
CAT: Probably a good idea. And why does he never come over in this direction and pass out one of those 'kissing booth' cards? What? I'm not good enough!
While Cat complains about her love life, the light go dim as the opening salvo of 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent crackles over the Stopher Gym. The fans remain on their feet, lighters thrust into the air, while red strobe lights flash overhead until finally uniting to settle upon the entrance. The curtain peels back, and Press appears on the stage wearing black leather pants, a BombTrax t-shirt, and the PAW Heavyweight Championship casually slung over his shoulder. In his left hand he carries a black steel folding chair with the words 'Press Pass' written across the seat, and he chokes up on it as he surveys the two men in the ring in front of him.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his partner, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, and weighting in at 365 pounds, he is one half of The BombTrax, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion....This is PRESS!!!
With little in the way of playing up the crowd he stalks down the ramp until he reaches ring side, where he tosses the Chair down in his and Johnny's corner, before climbing up on the ring apron. He looks over to Raike, who shrugs, and both enter the ring to face their opponents. Neither Harris or O'Donnell have made their way over to a corner yet, opting to stand apart from one another and stare at the two men across the ring from them.
PERCY: Well this should be interesting, as Press and Johnny converse casually in their corner, while Harris and O'Donnell seem like they are worlds apart.
CAT: Hey, those two will do what needs to be done when the time comes. No one wants a loss going into those epic matches that are scheduled for Heat Stroke.
PERCY: Maybe they heard you, Cat, cause Harris just unstrapped himself of the Titans of the Midway Championship and handed it to the ring attendant, and is walking over to where O'Donnell is.
Harris steps up to O'Donnell, and says something smug, which CJ responds in kind. The two begin to jaw back and forth with one another, neither apparently willing to get out of the ring so that the match can start. Finally, Harris shrugs, a smug expression on his face as he steps past CJ and slips between the ropes to the apron. Over in the other corner, the team of Press and Raike play a competitive game of rock, paper, scissors, to which Raike wins with a tantalizing paper over rock. Press can be seen mouthing a mock, 'damn it', before smirking to the crowd and exiting into his corner. As Raike and O'Donnell begin to circle one another, A-Ref calls for the bell.
PERCY: Well, it looks like CJ O'Donnell and Johnny Raike are going to kick this match off. I wonder what Harris' motives were for finally conceding to CJ?
CAT: If we're lucky, Percy, we're going to find out the answer to that question as this match unfolds.
As Raike and O'Donnell move in to tie up, O'Donnell swiftly moves in with a go behind, wrapping his arms around Johnny's waist, and without letting go he lifts him up and drops both of them down to the canvas. CJ quickly floats over Raike to end up infront of him, and locks him into a front face lock. Raike, not to be held down, almost immediately forces O'Donnell back up to a standing position, though he refuses to release the face lock. Raike searches for a counter, finally settling on grabbing CJ by the ankle, and yanking the leg out from under him. To keep his balance on his remaining foot CJ is forced to release the hold, and Raike takes the opportunity to slip behind him, still holding the ankle, and forces CJ face first down to the mat. Raike tries to lock in a single leg Boston Crab, but CJ squirms enough to eventually flip over onto his back, and pushes Raike off of him with his free foot. Raike hits against the ropes, and rebounds just as CJ rolls up to his feet, forcing him to leap frog the Thigh High Thriller. Raike rebounds once more, as CJ lowers his head for a back body drop, but Johnny rolls right across his back to land on his feet behind him. CJ spins only to find himself walking into a stiff buzzsaw like kick to his outer thigh.
PERCY: That kick by Johnny Raike caused O'Donnell to recoil a bit, but I think there's more where that came from.
CAT: Looks like it's time for Johnny to put those fancy feet of his to work. I hear he's just as good on them as he is off of them, so it should be awesome!
Percy casts Cat a sidelong glance before returning his attention to the ring where Johnny Raike fires in another kick to the same thigh. This forces O'Donnell to drop to one knee, and Raike waists little time driving another kick, this time with the other foot, into CJ's other hip. O'Donnell drops down to both knee's now, and Raike unloads on him with kick after kick to the chest that echoes through out the arena like a chop. The fans come to their feet in cheers as O'Donnell swivels back and forth like a bobble head, before Raike ends the flurry with short round house that catches the Irishman flush in the jaw. CJ thunders down to the mat holding his chest and jaw, as Raike drops down for the early cover.
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PERCY: Easy kick out for O'Donnell. He won't be put away that easily.
CAT: Who's to say that Johnny was really trying to put him away. Sometimes an early pin is just a way of getting inside of someone's head. A Psyche out.
PERCY: Whatever it is, Raike is in control as he helps O'Donnell to his feet.
Johnny Raike takes O'Donnell by the wrist and fires him into a neutral corner, following him in with a running knee lift that drives deep into the turnbuckles. He rares back with a chop, then another, then another that's so loud that the crowd is forced to gasp and 'oooo'. Finally, he takes him by the hand, and with a few backwards steps of his own, sends him hurtling towards the opposite side. He quickly follows him in like before, but this time O'Donnell is quick to change directions, as he grabs the top rope coming in and catapults himself up and over to land safely on the ring apron next to the turnbuckle. The oncoming Johnny Raike throws his foot out, and catches the middle turnbuckle, keeping himself from crashing into the corner chest first, but is unable to fend off the vicious right hands from O'Donnell on the apron. Once O'Donnell has Raike reeling, he grabs the Most Liberated Man in Wrestling by the scruff of the neck, and drives him face first several times into the top turnbuckle. Dazed, Raike allows O'Donnell to spin him around to where he can lean into the corner, while CJ begins to dart up the ropes. When he arrives on his perch, he sits down on the top turnbuckle, and hooks Raike around the head for what looks like a dragon sleeper but Raike shows an amazing amount of flexibility when one of his feet comes up off the mat to strike O'Donnell right in the face. O'Donnell shakes the cobwebs, retaining the hold, only to catch another boot. Then another.
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell finally has to let loose of that dragon sleeper from the top. Looked like he might have wanted to go for a spinning inverted DDT, which would have been devestating, but Raike wouldn't allow it. OH SHIT!
Raike takes a few steps out of the corner to put distance between him and O'Donnell, but quickly turns, rushing back towards the danger only to spring up to the top rope beside O'Donnell, and damn near take his head off with a modified Inzuguri. As Raike hits the mat inside the ring, O'Donnell's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he falls right off the top rope to the concrete below.
PERCY: JOHNNY RAIKE WITH A DEATH DEFYING MOVE THERE, and CJ O'Donnell is sent to a gruesome landing out here on the floor.
CAT: Heh-Heh....Splat!
Raike picks himself up off the mat, and slips through the ropes to the outside where O'Donnell landed. CJ crawls towards the guard rail to pull himself up, and Raike assists him before taking him by the hand, and attempting to whip him towards the nearest ring post. Before he can actually execute this, O'Donnell reaches up and drives a thumb into Raike's eyes, causing the Sissyboy Savior to recoil and clutch at his brow. The Irishman stumbles forward, grabbing Raike around the head and takes a running go, driving him face first into the ring post that had been intended for him.
PERCY: Wow! That'll scramble a few brain cells.
CAT: Yeah, and just a few seconds ago it looked like O'Donnell was trying to stick his finger in there to check and see if there were any.
O'Donnell scoops Raike up off the floor and shoots him back into the ring over near his corner, and then follows him back in. As soon as CJ gets up to his feet to commence with whatever he has planned, Calvin Harris reaches out, and forcefully tags himself in by slapping O'Donnell across the shoulders.
CAT: Seems like Harris wants into the match.
PERCY: Maybe so, but O'Donnell doesn't much care for how he interjected himself.
As Harris gets in the ring, O'Donnell steps right up into his face, and the two begin to jaw with one another as A-Ref tries to worm his way between them. Harris finally breaks the stare down, and steps past O'Donnell, making a 'shooing' motion with his hand towards the Irishman. CJ starts to react, but A-Ref is there, slapping his hands together to indicate that a tag was made, and forcing O'Donnell out of the ring.
PERCY: Well if that's how this is going to go every time those two make a tag, this match is going to be interesting.
In the meantime, Johnny Raike has made his way over into a neutral corner, and Harris steps in with a vicious boot to the man's midsection, followed by a stiff right hand. He continues with the fist-o-cuffs until Raike is driven down into a seated position, his back resting against the bottom and middle turnbuckle. Harris takes a few steps back, and then rushes forwards, throwing both feet out in front of him to nail Johnny right in the chest with a short Drop Kick that hammers him in the corner.
PERCY: Innovative drop kick by Harris to Raike, just crushing him between his momentum and the turnbuckles.
CAT: That could crush a man's pelvis or sternum.
Raike clutches at his midsection as he falls out of the corner and rolls towards the center of the ring, while Calvin Harris turns so that his back is facing the turnbuckles, and then pushes up onto the second rope.
PERCY: Harris is perched up there on the second turnbuckle, and Raike is trying to pull himself up to his feet....he just looked up and saw Harris as he leaps....OH! HURRICANRANA BY HARRIS ONTO RAIKE, AND HE HOOKED THE LEGS FOR THE PIN UPON LANDING IT!
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Thre-Raike thrusts his shoulder up to break the count, and Harris shakes his head in disappointment as he pulls the American Wet Dream up to his feet and hooks him around the head for what looks like a suplex. He lifts Raike up into the vertical position, but somehow Johnny is able to shift position and spin around to land on his feet behind Harris. He swiftly drops down, hooking Harris between the legs, and rolls him up into a school boy pin.
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PERCY: Harris kicks out of that pin attempt by Raike, and thunders to his feet, and starts reigning down the stomps on Raike! This is a mugging!
CAT: Press is just yelling at the Ref from over in their corner. Why isn't the big lummox getting in there and putting a stop to this!
PERCY: Maybe because both men knew what they were getting into when they took this match, and he doesn't want to get his team disqualified.
With one final boot to the top of Raike's head, Harris pauses to look over at the big man and mouth something, before turning back to his own partner with a smug expression. O'Donnell points at Harris to stay on top of Raike, but the Martyr of Pro Wrestling steps closer to O'Donnell and starts jawing with him as well.
PERCY: Calvin Harris is being a complete ass, and he doesn't seem to notice Raike making his way over to his own corner!
CAT: That fool better turn around!
Harris turns around just in time to see Raike slap Press' hand, and the big man swing his leg up and over the ropes to enter the ring. The surprise wears off quickly as he rushes at Press, who side steps him, and slaps him on the back to add to his momentum. Harris rebounds off the ropes and attempts a cross body, but finds himself brought to a dead stop in the clutches of the Champion. Harris' expression is one of dismay as Press stalks around the ring with him in tow, before finally lurching forward to land firmly on top of him with all of his girth.
PERCY: JESUS!
CAT: I know we've said it a lot in this match, but.......SPLAT!
Press pops back up to his feet, back peddles to the ropes for momentum, and then springs back, dropping a heavy elbow down across Harris' chest. Calvin's eyes bulge out of his sockets as he sucks air into his lungs, and press remains casually draped across him for a cover.
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PERCY: Harris able to pop the shoulder up to break the count, and Press now rising to his feet, and pulling Harris by a handful of hair to his. I don't think anyone knows exactly what man handling feels like until they are in the ring against someone that massive!
CAT: The only kind of manhandling I appreciate is in the bedroom, Percy. That big bastard is doing something else.
With one shove Press sends Harris crashing into the corner, and he wades in with a stiff left to the ribs, followed by a right to the jaw. Harris looks waylaid as Press takes him by the wrist, and then sends him careening towards the far side. Despite being pummeled, Calvin has the where-with-all to bring himself to a stop by hopping up to the second rope, and as Press comes rushing in to squash the smaller man, he uses that rope to give himself some spring, turns, and drives a superman like punch down into the big mans face taking them both down to the mat.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE TO THE CHAMPION!!
CAT: Looks like Doomsday just met Superman!
Press lies flat on his back holding his jaw as Harris rolls over to the nearest ropes, and uses them to pull himself up. What he doesn't realize is that he's come dangerously close to his corner, which he realizes when he feels a slap to the back of his head. He spins ready to brawl as O'Donnell hops over the ropes into the ring with a smirk, and gives him the 'shooing' motion he had received earlier. A-Ref interjects, and talks Calvin Harris out of the ring as O'Donnell turns his sights on his opponent at Heat Stroke. Not even giving Press the chance to get to one knee, CJ rushes at the big man, leaps into the air, and brings his foot down on the back of his head, driving him face first down into the canvas with a curb stomp.
PERCY: IRISH KISS!! Jesus, Press has taken two signatures back to back, and O'Donnell would love to put him away here, giving him all the momentum going into Heat Stroke.
CAT: I'd just like to point out that Press has taken Irish Knowledge at least twice now, but hasn't landed one Press Release Powerbomb on O'Donnell. Sounds to me like he's already got the momentum.
PERCY: Hush, he's going for the cover!
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Thre-Just before A-Ref's hand can slap the mat, Press' shoulder shoots off the canvas, breaking the count. O'Donnell pops up to get in A-Refs face, arguing with him, while Press rolls over to the ropes to gain some leverage. O'Donnell doesn't waste much time with his argument before turning back to deal with his opponent, driving home a few vicious rights to keep him reeling. CJ takes Press by the wrist, and moves to whip him across the ring, but the big man easily reverses this, sending the Irishman instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and ducks a sloppy clothesline, and comes back once more to duck the back elbow. As he comes back for a third pass, the big man ducks his head for a back body drop, but O'Donnell hooks him around the head and spikes him off the mat with a DDT.
PERCY: Big DDT out of O'Donnell, and....OH! Harris just slapped O'Donnell on the shoulder when he got to close to the corner, and A-Ref's allowing it as a tag!
CAT: These guys need to get on the same page, or they are going to lose this thing.
O'Donnell and Harris come nose to nose this time, and A-Ref has to physically force himself between them, pointing CJ towards the apron, and pointing Harris towards Press. O'Donnell spits on the canvas, and then steps through the ropes while Harris smirks, and turns his attention to the half on his feet champion. He swaggers over to make a grab for the big man's hair when Press suddenly shoves Harris' hands away from him, grabs him around the waist, and then lifts him up before driving him back down with a massive spine buster.
PERCY: DAMN! That spine buster might have broke Calvin Harris in half!
Press doesn't remain on Harris for the cover, opting to collapse in the direction of his corner, where Johnny Raike awaits him for the hot tag. Press lurches forwards on his hands and knee's, and just as Harris is about to get back to his feet, he slaps the awaiting hand of his partner. Raike clears the ropes with lightening speed, and as Harris raises up to see what's going on, he takes the Martyr of Wrestling's head clear off with a running Yakuza kick. Harris smacks the mat, and more on instinct pops back up, only to receive a stiff front kick to the chest, followed by two more. Raike then takes his dazed opponent by the wrist, fires him into the ropes, turns and winks to the couple in the front row he had spoken to earlier, and then turns just in time to nail Harris with a Pele Kick.
PERCY: Johnny Raike kicking ass, and taking names!
CAT: Yeah, and he's about to win this thing!
Raike drops down for a cover, and A-Ref quickly gets into position.
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Thre-At the last possible second Harris just barely rolls his shoulder up off the mat, and Raike hops up, and shrugs to the crowd who burst out in cheers. Harris tries to get to his feet, but he's helped up by Raike who takes him by the wrist, and shoots him back into the ropes. Harris rebound back, and Johnny catches him off to the side for a tilt-a-whirl, but Harris spins all the way through to land on his feet. Johnny goes for a high kick, which Harris ducks under, traps the leg, grabs hold of Raike, and then takes him over with a release T-Bone Suplex.
PERCY: GOOD LORD! Johnny Raike sent flying across the ring to crash down in his opponents corner, and that looked like a desperation move by Harris to try and put some distance between him and Raike.
CAT: Doesn't matter what it was as long as Calvin gets the chance to rest....both men are down...and it looks like A-Ref is going for the ten count!
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PERCY: Johnny landed kind of awkwardly out of that suplex, but he's rolled over onto his stomach now, and is trying to crawl over to the ropes. I don't think he realizes that he's going to the wrong corner!
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CAT: Yeah, and meanwhile, Harris is sucking in some deep breaths after all those kicks he took from Johnny, but he's got an eye on A-Ref's count.
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Harris rolls up to one knee, and pushes all the way up just as Raike gets to his feet in front of CJ O'Donnell. The Irishman smirks, before driving a hard forearm into Raike's jaw, sending him back down to the mat. Harris stumbles over, and reaches down to grab Raike up, but not before using his free hand to sign #1 right in O'Donnell's face. The #1 Contender's eyes light up, and he tags himself in by slapping the taste right out of Calvin Harris' mouth.
PERCY: OH! Harris recoils, and O'Donnell just hopped into the ring, and started laying the boots to Raike!
CAT: Harris is just standing there holding his jaw in shock, and A-Ref is trying to get him out of the ring.
Harris shakes his head in disbelief, before dropping down to the canvas, and rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. Once there, he stalks forwards like a man possessed towards the time keepers table. He grabs the time keeper by his tie, and shoves him out of his seat, scooping up the steel folding chair, and closing it shut. Meanwhile, in the ring, O'Donnell pulls Raike up to his feet, and shoves him into the ropes, then shoots him to the far side. Or he would have, if Raike hadn't reversed it, and sent O'Donnell instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and on his way back tries to go for a clothesline on Raike, but The Beautiful Nightmare ducks the maneuver, causing CJ to continue on to bounce off the ropes once more. Just as his back hits the ropes for spring, a loud crack thunders through out the arena, and instead of coming back towards the waiting Raike, O'Donnell crumples to his knee's instead.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! CALVIN HARRIS JUST NAILED HIS OWN TAG PARTNER IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
CAT: Well....looks like this match is over.
Harris looks on satisfied with what he's done when Johnny Raike rushes towards that side of the ring, past the downed O'Donnell, and flips over the ropes into a rolling splancha that wipes both him and Harris out. The chair skids across the floor as both men hit the concrete.
PERCY: Raike taking matters into his own hands as he takes out his opponent for Heat Stroke!
CAT: Yeah, and that big bastard we call Champion just swung his leg over the top rope, and is lumbering in the ring!
As Press stalks towards O'Donnell, A-Ref tries to get in his way, but the big man knocks him on his ass in one shove. A-Ref just sits there in shock and dismay, shaking his head 'no', and then reaches over and calls for the bell. Seeing that the time keeper is still knocked silly where Harris left him, he rolls out of the ring, rushes over, and starts banging on the bell himself.
CAT: Does A-Ref really think that making all that racket is actually going to stop this?
PERCY: I don't know, but what else can he do?
Press grabs O'Donnell by the throat, and hoists him right off of his knees into the air, choking him in the center of ring. The bell continues to sound, but he doesn't seem to pay it any attention, if nothing else, the chimes spurring him on to grip even tighter.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match has been deemed a no contest, as both teams have been disqualified!
CAT: Really, Rhonda? No one here would have ever guessed!
PERCY: Cat, could you be serious! This whole situation is out of hand!
Press continues to choke the life out of O'Donnell, until 'The Distinguished' places his fingers into the Champion's eyes, and rakes them savagely. Press drops O'Donnell to the canvas, and stumbles backwards, clutching at his face. CJ gets back to his feet, coughing and fighting for air, but not about to let this opportunity slip him by. He falls back into the ropes, and rockets forward, leaping into the air with his knee extended for Irish Knowledge. At the last second, Press side steps the maneuver, and the Irishman barely has enough time to catch himself before running chest first into the ropes on the opposite side. He turns around to see the big man rushing him this time, throwing his massive boot forwards for a Sudden Stop. CJ lurches forwards into a front roll, slipping right under Press' boot and a ways past him, before rolling back up to his feet. The champion brings his boot down, and skitters to a stop, turning back around with a swinging fist. It connects, but so does the one that CJ was trying for, and both men end up standing toe to toe, despite the obvious size difference, just hammering away at each other. The fans come to their feet in excitement as security comes swarming down to the ring to try and gain some control.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Harris and Raike both make it to their feet at about the same time, but it's Harris who Tee's off on Raike's head, sending him stumbling into the announce table.
PERCY: Security might have Press and O'Donnell separated, but they need to get their asses out here and protect us!
CAT: Fuck this, Percy! I'm too pretty to catch any stray table bits! I'm out of here!
Caitlin tosses her headset on the table, and bails from the announce position as Percival tries to do the same. Harris moves in on the attack, but is met with a stiff boot to the midsection by Johnny Raike, who grabs him by the hair of the head, and tosses him onto the announce tables surface just before hopping up to join him. With a fist full of Calvin's hair, Johnny pulls him up to his feet, and the crowd cheer's wildly as he sets Harris up for a Full Frontal onto the table. Suddenly Harris comes alive with desperation, flailing and striking the best he can at Johnny's ribs. Finally he fights his way up to a standing position, and he waylays Raike with strong right hands. When he feels that Raike is sufficiently dazed, he yanks his head down between his legs, and signals to the crowd for the Art of Betrayal. It's Raike's turn to squirm and struggle, and he somehow worms his way out, driving a forearm into Calvin's midsection, and then snapping upwards to catch the man in the chin with the back of his head. Their skull's striking leaves both men a little groggy, and they stumble backwards dangerously close to their respective edges of the table. They teeter there for a minute, off balance, and then both do a small hop to the side, and throw their boots out for identical super kicks that catches one another right across the jaw. The blows send both competitors careening in different directions off the table and down to the concrete, as security finally works their way around ringside to try and keep them at bay.
In the ring, six men hold Press over in the corner, as another four try and remove O'Donnell from the ring. Suddenly O'Donnell breaks free, diving into the air and into the security holding the big man, driving in a few right hands to the subdued champion. The frazzled security officers rush to O'Donnell, subduing him once more, and pull him away from the champion who struggles against his own detail. Just as they get O'Donnell back to the ropes, Press roars, shoving three of his would be captors to the right, and the other three to the left, before rushing forward and damn near bowling over the four trying to hold O'Donnell. Press manages to get a hold of O'Donnell's hair, and jerks his head forward enough to land a few vicious rights of his own, til once again the officers rush him, this time tackling him all the way down to the mat. They finally manage to pull O'Donnell from the ring, but the challenger and the champion continue to hurl insults and threats. The camera rises from the ring to zoom in on the Heat Stroke banner hanging over the ring entrance, and then switches to the PAW logo. Fade to black.
CAT: Yeah, the whole thing looks like a bedazzling situation, Percy.
Percy glances over at Cat with a sidelong expression, before turning back to the camera and plunging forward with his duties.
PERCY: Well, folks, it's time for the Main Event!
CAT: I can't wait! We got three sexy men and an woolly mammoth!
PERCY: Maybe, but Johnny could come out at Ruby again. That would would make things interesting!
CAT: You're right! What are we waiting for! Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening, and is a Tag Match scheduled for one fall!
"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.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!
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 has reached 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 has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.
I'm a motherfucking beast!
CAT: Well, I for one hope they don't get along. I'm all about the blood and guts, Percy, and I'm looking forward to when this whole thing breaks down into a blood bath.
Bullet For My Valentine's "Your Betrayal" begins to split the arena's speakers, and it takes only a few seconds before the 'Martyr of Pro Wrestling', Calvin Harris, strolls out onto the stage, the Titans of the Midway Championship firmly around his waist. He lets a casual hand rest across the top of the face plate as he scans the crowd with a smug expression, before throwing both hands out at his sides, encouraging the boos that were forthcoming.
After a few seconds he lowers his arms, and begins making his way down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his partner, coming all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling, and is the current Titans of the Midway Champion.......CALVIN HARRIS!
Calvin casually makes his way down to the ring, chuckling at the booing fans, and patting the championship around his waist for good measure. When he reaches ringside, he reaches out, grabbing the middle rope, and in one fluid motion, pulls himself up onto the ring apron, and through the ropes into the ring. When he comes up he swiftly takes a neutral corner as O'Donnell watches on, and throws his hands out at his side again, tilting his head back a bit so as to soak in the jeers and insults being thrown his way. He obnoxiously grins as his hands return to his sides, and he hops down off the turnbuckle. He looks over to O'Donnell with that same grin, and pats his championship as a message to the #1 Contender.
PERCY: Calvin Harris in no uncertain terms letting CJ O'Donnell know that he made it to gold here in PAW before he did.
CAT: God, you could stir the tension in the ring with a wooden spoon! It would be like a hate stew!
'Pure Morning' by Placebo blares through out the arena, and the fans erupt as Johnny Raike emerges from the back, casually strolling towards ringside. He scans the crowd, trailing his finger over his chest with a Cheshire grin, and waves at a group of Ruby Ridge supporters holding up signs.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, first...coming from Astoria, Queens, New York, and weighting in at 195 pounds....He is The Sissy Boy Savior, The Thigh High Thriller, The Most Liberated Man In Wrestling.....JOHNNY RAIKE!!
Just as Johnny reaches the ring he notices a pair of attractive fans in the front row, and he bites his fist playfully before sauntering over and leaning against the guard rail to chat with them. From inside the ring Harris shakes his head in disgust as O'Donnell watches both men warily, even though one is supposed to be his partner for tonight. After passing the couple one of his 'Kissing Booth' cards, he finally turns his attention to the ring where he steps up onto the steps, but pauses before fully entering.
PERCY: Looks like Johnny is going to wait for back up.
CAT: Probably a good idea. And why does he never come over in this direction and pass out one of those 'kissing booth' cards? What? I'm not good enough!
While Cat complains about her love life, the light go dim as the opening salvo of 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent crackles over the Stopher Gym. The fans remain on their feet, lighters thrust into the air, while red strobe lights flash overhead until finally uniting to settle upon the entrance. The curtain peels back, and Press appears on the stage wearing black leather pants, a BombTrax t-shirt, and the PAW Heavyweight Championship casually slung over his shoulder. In his left hand he carries a black steel folding chair with the words 'Press Pass' written across the seat, and he chokes up on it as he surveys the two men in the ring in front of him.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his partner, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, and weighting in at 365 pounds, he is one half of The BombTrax, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion....This is PRESS!!!
With little in the way of playing up the crowd he stalks down the ramp until he reaches ring side, where he tosses the Chair down in his and Johnny's corner, before climbing up on the ring apron. He looks over to Raike, who shrugs, and both enter the ring to face their opponents. Neither Harris or O'Donnell have made their way over to a corner yet, opting to stand apart from one another and stare at the two men across the ring from them.
PERCY: Well this should be interesting, as Press and Johnny converse casually in their corner, while Harris and O'Donnell seem like they are worlds apart.
CAT: Hey, those two will do what needs to be done when the time comes. No one wants a loss going into those epic matches that are scheduled for Heat Stroke.
PERCY: Maybe they heard you, Cat, cause Harris just unstrapped himself of the Titans of the Midway Championship and handed it to the ring attendant, and is walking over to where O'Donnell is.
Harris steps up to O'Donnell, and says something smug, which CJ responds in kind. The two begin to jaw back and forth with one another, neither apparently willing to get out of the ring so that the match can start. Finally, Harris shrugs, a smug expression on his face as he steps past CJ and slips between the ropes to the apron. Over in the other corner, the team of Press and Raike play a competitive game of rock, paper, scissors, to which Raike wins with a tantalizing paper over rock. Press can be seen mouthing a mock, 'damn it', before smirking to the crowd and exiting into his corner. As Raike and O'Donnell begin to circle one another, A-Ref calls for the bell.
PERCY: Well, it looks like CJ O'Donnell and Johnny Raike are going to kick this match off. I wonder what Harris' motives were for finally conceding to CJ?
CAT: If we're lucky, Percy, we're going to find out the answer to that question as this match unfolds.
As Raike and O'Donnell move in to tie up, O'Donnell swiftly moves in with a go behind, wrapping his arms around Johnny's waist, and without letting go he lifts him up and drops both of them down to the canvas. CJ quickly floats over Raike to end up infront of him, and locks him into a front face lock. Raike, not to be held down, almost immediately forces O'Donnell back up to a standing position, though he refuses to release the face lock. Raike searches for a counter, finally settling on grabbing CJ by the ankle, and yanking the leg out from under him. To keep his balance on his remaining foot CJ is forced to release the hold, and Raike takes the opportunity to slip behind him, still holding the ankle, and forces CJ face first down to the mat. Raike tries to lock in a single leg Boston Crab, but CJ squirms enough to eventually flip over onto his back, and pushes Raike off of him with his free foot. Raike hits against the ropes, and rebounds just as CJ rolls up to his feet, forcing him to leap frog the Thigh High Thriller. Raike rebounds once more, as CJ lowers his head for a back body drop, but Johnny rolls right across his back to land on his feet behind him. CJ spins only to find himself walking into a stiff buzzsaw like kick to his outer thigh.
PERCY: That kick by Johnny Raike caused O'Donnell to recoil a bit, but I think there's more where that came from.
CAT: Looks like it's time for Johnny to put those fancy feet of his to work. I hear he's just as good on them as he is off of them, so it should be awesome!
Percy casts Cat a sidelong glance before returning his attention to the ring where Johnny Raike fires in another kick to the same thigh. This forces O'Donnell to drop to one knee, and Raike waists little time driving another kick, this time with the other foot, into CJ's other hip. O'Donnell drops down to both knee's now, and Raike unloads on him with kick after kick to the chest that echoes through out the arena like a chop. The fans come to their feet in cheers as O'Donnell swivels back and forth like a bobble head, before Raike ends the flurry with short round house that catches the Irishman flush in the jaw. CJ thunders down to the mat holding his chest and jaw, as Raike drops down for the early cover.
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PERCY: Easy kick out for O'Donnell. He won't be put away that easily.
CAT: Who's to say that Johnny was really trying to put him away. Sometimes an early pin is just a way of getting inside of someone's head. A Psyche out.
PERCY: Whatever it is, Raike is in control as he helps O'Donnell to his feet.
Johnny Raike takes O'Donnell by the wrist and fires him into a neutral corner, following him in with a running knee lift that drives deep into the turnbuckles. He rares back with a chop, then another, then another that's so loud that the crowd is forced to gasp and 'oooo'. Finally, he takes him by the hand, and with a few backwards steps of his own, sends him hurtling towards the opposite side. He quickly follows him in like before, but this time O'Donnell is quick to change directions, as he grabs the top rope coming in and catapults himself up and over to land safely on the ring apron next to the turnbuckle. The oncoming Johnny Raike throws his foot out, and catches the middle turnbuckle, keeping himself from crashing into the corner chest first, but is unable to fend off the vicious right hands from O'Donnell on the apron. Once O'Donnell has Raike reeling, he grabs the Most Liberated Man in Wrestling by the scruff of the neck, and drives him face first several times into the top turnbuckle. Dazed, Raike allows O'Donnell to spin him around to where he can lean into the corner, while CJ begins to dart up the ropes. When he arrives on his perch, he sits down on the top turnbuckle, and hooks Raike around the head for what looks like a dragon sleeper but Raike shows an amazing amount of flexibility when one of his feet comes up off the mat to strike O'Donnell right in the face. O'Donnell shakes the cobwebs, retaining the hold, only to catch another boot. Then another.
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell finally has to let loose of that dragon sleeper from the top. Looked like he might have wanted to go for a spinning inverted DDT, which would have been devestating, but Raike wouldn't allow it. OH SHIT!
Raike takes a few steps out of the corner to put distance between him and O'Donnell, but quickly turns, rushing back towards the danger only to spring up to the top rope beside O'Donnell, and damn near take his head off with a modified Inzuguri. As Raike hits the mat inside the ring, O'Donnell's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he falls right off the top rope to the concrete below.
PERCY: JOHNNY RAIKE WITH A DEATH DEFYING MOVE THERE, and CJ O'Donnell is sent to a gruesome landing out here on the floor.
CAT: Heh-Heh....Splat!
Raike picks himself up off the mat, and slips through the ropes to the outside where O'Donnell landed. CJ crawls towards the guard rail to pull himself up, and Raike assists him before taking him by the hand, and attempting to whip him towards the nearest ring post. Before he can actually execute this, O'Donnell reaches up and drives a thumb into Raike's eyes, causing the Sissyboy Savior to recoil and clutch at his brow. The Irishman stumbles forward, grabbing Raike around the head and takes a running go, driving him face first into the ring post that had been intended for him.
PERCY: Wow! That'll scramble a few brain cells.
CAT: Yeah, and just a few seconds ago it looked like O'Donnell was trying to stick his finger in there to check and see if there were any.
O'Donnell scoops Raike up off the floor and shoots him back into the ring over near his corner, and then follows him back in. As soon as CJ gets up to his feet to commence with whatever he has planned, Calvin Harris reaches out, and forcefully tags himself in by slapping O'Donnell across the shoulders.
CAT: Seems like Harris wants into the match.
PERCY: Maybe so, but O'Donnell doesn't much care for how he interjected himself.
As Harris gets in the ring, O'Donnell steps right up into his face, and the two begin to jaw with one another as A-Ref tries to worm his way between them. Harris finally breaks the stare down, and steps past O'Donnell, making a 'shooing' motion with his hand towards the Irishman. CJ starts to react, but A-Ref is there, slapping his hands together to indicate that a tag was made, and forcing O'Donnell out of the ring.
PERCY: Well if that's how this is going to go every time those two make a tag, this match is going to be interesting.
In the meantime, Johnny Raike has made his way over into a neutral corner, and Harris steps in with a vicious boot to the man's midsection, followed by a stiff right hand. He continues with the fist-o-cuffs until Raike is driven down into a seated position, his back resting against the bottom and middle turnbuckle. Harris takes a few steps back, and then rushes forwards, throwing both feet out in front of him to nail Johnny right in the chest with a short Drop Kick that hammers him in the corner.
PERCY: Innovative drop kick by Harris to Raike, just crushing him between his momentum and the turnbuckles.
CAT: That could crush a man's pelvis or sternum.
Raike clutches at his midsection as he falls out of the corner and rolls towards the center of the ring, while Calvin Harris turns so that his back is facing the turnbuckles, and then pushes up onto the second rope.
PERCY: Harris is perched up there on the second turnbuckle, and Raike is trying to pull himself up to his feet....he just looked up and saw Harris as he leaps....OH! HURRICANRANA BY HARRIS ONTO RAIKE, AND HE HOOKED THE LEGS FOR THE PIN UPON LANDING IT!
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Thre-Raike thrusts his shoulder up to break the count, and Harris shakes his head in disappointment as he pulls the American Wet Dream up to his feet and hooks him around the head for what looks like a suplex. He lifts Raike up into the vertical position, but somehow Johnny is able to shift position and spin around to land on his feet behind Harris. He swiftly drops down, hooking Harris between the legs, and rolls him up into a school boy pin.
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PERCY: Harris kicks out of that pin attempt by Raike, and thunders to his feet, and starts reigning down the stomps on Raike! This is a mugging!
CAT: Press is just yelling at the Ref from over in their corner. Why isn't the big lummox getting in there and putting a stop to this!
PERCY: Maybe because both men knew what they were getting into when they took this match, and he doesn't want to get his team disqualified.
With one final boot to the top of Raike's head, Harris pauses to look over at the big man and mouth something, before turning back to his own partner with a smug expression. O'Donnell points at Harris to stay on top of Raike, but the Martyr of Pro Wrestling steps closer to O'Donnell and starts jawing with him as well.
PERCY: Calvin Harris is being a complete ass, and he doesn't seem to notice Raike making his way over to his own corner!
CAT: That fool better turn around!
Harris turns around just in time to see Raike slap Press' hand, and the big man swing his leg up and over the ropes to enter the ring. The surprise wears off quickly as he rushes at Press, who side steps him, and slaps him on the back to add to his momentum. Harris rebounds off the ropes and attempts a cross body, but finds himself brought to a dead stop in the clutches of the Champion. Harris' expression is one of dismay as Press stalks around the ring with him in tow, before finally lurching forward to land firmly on top of him with all of his girth.
PERCY: JESUS!
CAT: I know we've said it a lot in this match, but.......SPLAT!
Press pops back up to his feet, back peddles to the ropes for momentum, and then springs back, dropping a heavy elbow down across Harris' chest. Calvin's eyes bulge out of his sockets as he sucks air into his lungs, and press remains casually draped across him for a cover.
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PERCY: Harris able to pop the shoulder up to break the count, and Press now rising to his feet, and pulling Harris by a handful of hair to his. I don't think anyone knows exactly what man handling feels like until they are in the ring against someone that massive!
CAT: The only kind of manhandling I appreciate is in the bedroom, Percy. That big bastard is doing something else.
With one shove Press sends Harris crashing into the corner, and he wades in with a stiff left to the ribs, followed by a right to the jaw. Harris looks waylaid as Press takes him by the wrist, and then sends him careening towards the far side. Despite being pummeled, Calvin has the where-with-all to bring himself to a stop by hopping up to the second rope, and as Press comes rushing in to squash the smaller man, he uses that rope to give himself some spring, turns, and drives a superman like punch down into the big mans face taking them both down to the mat.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE TO THE CHAMPION!!
CAT: Looks like Doomsday just met Superman!
Press lies flat on his back holding his jaw as Harris rolls over to the nearest ropes, and uses them to pull himself up. What he doesn't realize is that he's come dangerously close to his corner, which he realizes when he feels a slap to the back of his head. He spins ready to brawl as O'Donnell hops over the ropes into the ring with a smirk, and gives him the 'shooing' motion he had received earlier. A-Ref interjects, and talks Calvin Harris out of the ring as O'Donnell turns his sights on his opponent at Heat Stroke. Not even giving Press the chance to get to one knee, CJ rushes at the big man, leaps into the air, and brings his foot down on the back of his head, driving him face first down into the canvas with a curb stomp.
PERCY: IRISH KISS!! Jesus, Press has taken two signatures back to back, and O'Donnell would love to put him away here, giving him all the momentum going into Heat Stroke.
CAT: I'd just like to point out that Press has taken Irish Knowledge at least twice now, but hasn't landed one Press Release Powerbomb on O'Donnell. Sounds to me like he's already got the momentum.
PERCY: Hush, he's going for the cover!
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Thre-Just before A-Ref's hand can slap the mat, Press' shoulder shoots off the canvas, breaking the count. O'Donnell pops up to get in A-Refs face, arguing with him, while Press rolls over to the ropes to gain some leverage. O'Donnell doesn't waste much time with his argument before turning back to deal with his opponent, driving home a few vicious rights to keep him reeling. CJ takes Press by the wrist, and moves to whip him across the ring, but the big man easily reverses this, sending the Irishman instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and ducks a sloppy clothesline, and comes back once more to duck the back elbow. As he comes back for a third pass, the big man ducks his head for a back body drop, but O'Donnell hooks him around the head and spikes him off the mat with a DDT.
PERCY: Big DDT out of O'Donnell, and....OH! Harris just slapped O'Donnell on the shoulder when he got to close to the corner, and A-Ref's allowing it as a tag!
CAT: These guys need to get on the same page, or they are going to lose this thing.
O'Donnell and Harris come nose to nose this time, and A-Ref has to physically force himself between them, pointing CJ towards the apron, and pointing Harris towards Press. O'Donnell spits on the canvas, and then steps through the ropes while Harris smirks, and turns his attention to the half on his feet champion. He swaggers over to make a grab for the big man's hair when Press suddenly shoves Harris' hands away from him, grabs him around the waist, and then lifts him up before driving him back down with a massive spine buster.
PERCY: DAMN! That spine buster might have broke Calvin Harris in half!
Press doesn't remain on Harris for the cover, opting to collapse in the direction of his corner, where Johnny Raike awaits him for the hot tag. Press lurches forwards on his hands and knee's, and just as Harris is about to get back to his feet, he slaps the awaiting hand of his partner. Raike clears the ropes with lightening speed, and as Harris raises up to see what's going on, he takes the Martyr of Wrestling's head clear off with a running Yakuza kick. Harris smacks the mat, and more on instinct pops back up, only to receive a stiff front kick to the chest, followed by two more. Raike then takes his dazed opponent by the wrist, fires him into the ropes, turns and winks to the couple in the front row he had spoken to earlier, and then turns just in time to nail Harris with a Pele Kick.
PERCY: Johnny Raike kicking ass, and taking names!
CAT: Yeah, and he's about to win this thing!
Raike drops down for a cover, and A-Ref quickly gets into position.
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Thre-At the last possible second Harris just barely rolls his shoulder up off the mat, and Raike hops up, and shrugs to the crowd who burst out in cheers. Harris tries to get to his feet, but he's helped up by Raike who takes him by the wrist, and shoots him back into the ropes. Harris rebound back, and Johnny catches him off to the side for a tilt-a-whirl, but Harris spins all the way through to land on his feet. Johnny goes for a high kick, which Harris ducks under, traps the leg, grabs hold of Raike, and then takes him over with a release T-Bone Suplex.
PERCY: GOOD LORD! Johnny Raike sent flying across the ring to crash down in his opponents corner, and that looked like a desperation move by Harris to try and put some distance between him and Raike.
CAT: Doesn't matter what it was as long as Calvin gets the chance to rest....both men are down...and it looks like A-Ref is going for the ten count!
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PERCY: Johnny landed kind of awkwardly out of that suplex, but he's rolled over onto his stomach now, and is trying to crawl over to the ropes. I don't think he realizes that he's going to the wrong corner!
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CAT: Yeah, and meanwhile, Harris is sucking in some deep breaths after all those kicks he took from Johnny, but he's got an eye on A-Ref's count.
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Harris rolls up to one knee, and pushes all the way up just as Raike gets to his feet in front of CJ O'Donnell. The Irishman smirks, before driving a hard forearm into Raike's jaw, sending him back down to the mat. Harris stumbles over, and reaches down to grab Raike up, but not before using his free hand to sign #1 right in O'Donnell's face. The #1 Contender's eyes light up, and he tags himself in by slapping the taste right out of Calvin Harris' mouth.
PERCY: OH! Harris recoils, and O'Donnell just hopped into the ring, and started laying the boots to Raike!
CAT: Harris is just standing there holding his jaw in shock, and A-Ref is trying to get him out of the ring.
Harris shakes his head in disbelief, before dropping down to the canvas, and rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. Once there, he stalks forwards like a man possessed towards the time keepers table. He grabs the time keeper by his tie, and shoves him out of his seat, scooping up the steel folding chair, and closing it shut. Meanwhile, in the ring, O'Donnell pulls Raike up to his feet, and shoves him into the ropes, then shoots him to the far side. Or he would have, if Raike hadn't reversed it, and sent O'Donnell instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and on his way back tries to go for a clothesline on Raike, but The Beautiful Nightmare ducks the maneuver, causing CJ to continue on to bounce off the ropes once more. Just as his back hits the ropes for spring, a loud crack thunders through out the arena, and instead of coming back towards the waiting Raike, O'Donnell crumples to his knee's instead.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! CALVIN HARRIS JUST NAILED HIS OWN TAG PARTNER IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
CAT: Well....looks like this match is over.
Harris looks on satisfied with what he's done when Johnny Raike rushes towards that side of the ring, past the downed O'Donnell, and flips over the ropes into a rolling splancha that wipes both him and Harris out. The chair skids across the floor as both men hit the concrete.
PERCY: Raike taking matters into his own hands as he takes out his opponent for Heat Stroke!
CAT: Yeah, and that big bastard we call Champion just swung his leg over the top rope, and is lumbering in the ring!
As Press stalks towards O'Donnell, A-Ref tries to get in his way, but the big man knocks him on his ass in one shove. A-Ref just sits there in shock and dismay, shaking his head 'no', and then reaches over and calls for the bell. Seeing that the time keeper is still knocked silly where Harris left him, he rolls out of the ring, rushes over, and starts banging on the bell himself.
CAT: Does A-Ref really think that making all that racket is actually going to stop this?
PERCY: I don't know, but what else can he do?
Press grabs O'Donnell by the throat, and hoists him right off of his knees into the air, choking him in the center of ring. The bell continues to sound, but he doesn't seem to pay it any attention, if nothing else, the chimes spurring him on to grip even tighter.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match has been deemed a no contest, as both teams have been disqualified!
CAT: Really, Rhonda? No one here would have ever guessed!
PERCY: Cat, could you be serious! This whole situation is out of hand!
Press continues to choke the life out of O'Donnell, until 'The Distinguished' places his fingers into the Champion's eyes, and rakes them savagely. Press drops O'Donnell to the canvas, and stumbles backwards, clutching at his face. CJ gets back to his feet, coughing and fighting for air, but not about to let this opportunity slip him by. He falls back into the ropes, and rockets forward, leaping into the air with his knee extended for Irish Knowledge. At the last second, Press side steps the maneuver, and the Irishman barely has enough time to catch himself before running chest first into the ropes on the opposite side. He turns around to see the big man rushing him this time, throwing his massive boot forwards for a Sudden Stop. CJ lurches forwards into a front roll, slipping right under Press' boot and a ways past him, before rolling back up to his feet. The champion brings his boot down, and skitters to a stop, turning back around with a swinging fist. It connects, but so does the one that CJ was trying for, and both men end up standing toe to toe, despite the obvious size difference, just hammering away at each other. The fans come to their feet in excitement as security comes swarming down to the ring to try and gain some control.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Harris and Raike both make it to their feet at about the same time, but it's Harris who Tee's off on Raike's head, sending him stumbling into the announce table.
PERCY: Security might have Press and O'Donnell separated, but they need to get their asses out here and protect us!
CAT: Fuck this, Percy! I'm too pretty to catch any stray table bits! I'm out of here!
Caitlin tosses her headset on the table, and bails from the announce position as Percival tries to do the same. Harris moves in on the attack, but is met with a stiff boot to the midsection by Johnny Raike, who grabs him by the hair of the head, and tosses him onto the announce tables surface just before hopping up to join him. With a fist full of Calvin's hair, Johnny pulls him up to his feet, and the crowd cheer's wildly as he sets Harris up for a Full Frontal onto the table. Suddenly Harris comes alive with desperation, flailing and striking the best he can at Johnny's ribs. Finally he fights his way up to a standing position, and he waylays Raike with strong right hands. When he feels that Raike is sufficiently dazed, he yanks his head down between his legs, and signals to the crowd for the Art of Betrayal. It's Raike's turn to squirm and struggle, and he somehow worms his way out, driving a forearm into Calvin's midsection, and then snapping upwards to catch the man in the chin with the back of his head. Their skull's striking leaves both men a little groggy, and they stumble backwards dangerously close to their respective edges of the table. They teeter there for a minute, off balance, and then both do a small hop to the side, and throw their boots out for identical super kicks that catches one another right across the jaw. The blows send both competitors careening in different directions off the table and down to the concrete, as security finally works their way around ringside to try and keep them at bay.
In the ring, six men hold Press over in the corner, as another four try and remove O'Donnell from the ring. Suddenly O'Donnell breaks free, diving into the air and into the security holding the big man, driving in a few right hands to the subdued champion. The frazzled security officers rush to O'Donnell, subduing him once more, and pull him away from the champion who struggles against his own detail. Just as they get O'Donnell back to the ropes, Press roars, shoving three of his would be captors to the right, and the other three to the left, before rushing forward and damn near bowling over the four trying to hold O'Donnell. Press manages to get a hold of O'Donnell's hair, and jerks his head forward enough to land a few vicious rights of his own, til once again the officers rush him, this time tackling him all the way down to the mat. They finally manage to pull O'Donnell from the ring, but the challenger and the champion continue to hurl insults and threats. The camera rises from the ring to zoom in on the Heat Stroke banner hanging over the ring entrance, and then switches to the PAW logo. Fade to black.