Post by The BombTrax on Jun 10, 2016 18:50:18 GMT
Live From Houma Terrabonne Civic Center
Houma, LA
Thursday, June 23rd, 2016 at 10 pm CST
Pure Amusement Wrestling
Proudly Presents:
BEFORE CURTAIN
PERCY: Welcome everyone to WICKED#13, and we are coming to you Live from Houma, Louisiana at the Houma Terrabone Civic Center! I am Percivail Banion Chord, and this lovely creatures to my left is my partner in crime, Caitlin Casey!
CAT: Aww, thanks, Percy.
PERCY: Man-O-Man what a feeling we have tonight, coming off of the heels of the biggest event that the PAW Universe has ever seen, Heat Stroke! What a night that was.
CAT: Damn right, Percy. We saw everything at that show, from the amazing to the ridiculous, which is what makes this show right here so important. Alot of the fall out from Heat Stroke is taking place right here tonight!
PERCY: That's right, Cat, and no better example of that is in our semi-main event which see's The French Mime Assassins take on The Original Carnies, a teaming up of 'The Midnight King' Nirvana and Redrum.
CAT: I still can't believe that. It was Nirvana that eliminated Redrum from the Sixteen Man Battle Royal, but the deranged clown came back out later in the night aid Nirvana, when The Midnight King and The French Mime Assassins brawled themselves out of the match.
PERCY: Yeah, and speaking of the Battle Royal, the winner will be competing here tonight against a brand spanking new superstar in Strick Plissken. I don't think he's ever even had a match!
CAT: Yeah, but thanks to his manager, 'Agent to the Stars' Tony Chu, he got to draw her out for his big debut. Hey, Percy, maybe you and I should get representation.
PERCY: Um...heh heh....I don't think that will be necessary. I am very happy with where I'm currently sitting. If you want to keep sitting beside me, you might want to shut up Cat.
CAT: Whatever. We also have another debut match of sorts, though both men are known far and wide around the wrestling world.
PERCY: That's right. Lex Collins will take on Aokigahara Zombie in what's sure to be an awesome contest.
CAT: Following that we have the newcomer Annabel Lee taking on Roy Baker, who is looking for his first win here in PAW.
PERCY: Then in our Main Event we have Johnny Raike taking on Jack Nomad in what will be a great fight, I'm sure. No one expected to see Johnny after that insane Three Stages of Hell match, as the brutality left him and Calvin Harris bloodied and marred, but The Thigh High Thriller would not be denied!
CAT: Speaking of Calvin, he's got a live mic tonight on The Box Office, so there's no telling what could happen there.
PERCY: Yeah, but up next, we have a tag team match in our opening bout that's sure to put a smile on the crowds faces, as fan favorites, Ava & Johnny Sykes take on Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander.
CAT: And it's almost guaranteed that if GZW is in the building, then there's going to be trouble, so what are we waiting for! Let's get this show on the road!
Opening Bout
Tag Match
Tapioca Joe & Jonathan Alexander (W/William Saint) versus Ava & Johnny Sykes
PERCY: This Match is an unknown, as Ava & Sykes have never been in the ring with one another. You got to believe that gives Tap and J.A. the advantage.
CAT: Maybe, but sometimes the unknown can play havoc on a game plan. Either way, we're about to find out.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall or submission, and is your opening tag team bout of the evening!
“Princes of the Universe” by Queen kicks in as Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander along with William Saint make their way down the ramp with Alice close beside her husband.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 461 pounds, accompanied by William Saint and Alice Alexander, they are The PAW Patrol, TAPIOCA JOE AND JONATHAN ALEXANDER!!
The two men slap hands with fans before rolling into the ring as William Saint stands on the outside. Alice claps as she makes her way over to the announce booth and takes a seat next to Percy, smiling at him.
PERCY: The PAW Patrol looking to keep the momentum rolling.
CAT: Jonathan had some not so nice words to say about these two so we’ll see what happens tonight.
Baby blue and light pink strobe lights begin to flash all around while "Come Down With Love" by Allstar Weekend blares over the arena's speakers. The fans begin to cheer as Ava comes rushing out onto the stage, pausing in the center to throw her arms into the air with a big smile on her face. She slowly lowers her arms, and nods to give the crowd their acknowledgement for the cheers. She begins to skip down the ramp, going from either side to slap hands with the fans.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, first, weighting in at 115 pounds, and hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota. She is 'Da Bomb Dot Com'...AVA!!!
When Ava reaches ringside she makes a short dash towards the ring and leaps up onto the apron spinning to the side using her knee. She pops up on the apron all smiles before placing one leg over the bottom rope and then ducking down under the middle rope to get herself into the ring. The mixture of blue and pink strobe lights shine down directly in the ring on her, placing Ava in the spotlight as she makes her way to the nearest corner. She leaps up onto the second rung of the corner and then raises her hands into the air to receive an eruption of cheers from those in attendance. The lights return to normal as she drops to the mat, ready for business.
CAT: Such a long entrance. Is that really necessary?
PERCY: The fans seem to love her.
CAT: Speaking of uselessly long entrances.
PERCY: Cat!
The “Party Boy” theme from Jackass blares through the speakers, and the fans came to their feet in excitement, some even dancing.
Out of the curtain steps Johnny Sykes, shopping cart and all, and he peers out the crowd with his hand over his eyes to see those in the low rent district. He greets them all with a grin as he gives the cart a shove, and seamlessly hops into the buggy in a super pose as it rockets towards the ring. Just as the cart strikes the ring apron, Johnny launches himself clear over the top rope, landing in a roll that brings him back up to his feet with his fists over his head.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing her partner, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighting in at 201 pounds. He is the 'Original Pranksta'...JOHNNY F'N SYKES!!
At the announcement, Sykes takes off towards the nearest corner, springing up to the second turnbuckle, and proceeds to unhook his batman cape, wads it up, and chunks it out into the excited crowd. As his music fades out he hops down from the turnbuckle, and spins so that he's now facing the ring, and leans into his corner with a boyish grin on his face. It didn’t seem to make much of a difference who he was going to be up against. He was out here to have a good time. He shakes hands with Ava before stepping out onto the apron. JA and Tap look at one another before Tap climbs out of the ring leaving Ava and JA inside the ring.
CAT: Now that everyone is officially asleep after those long entrances we can get this match started.
A-Ref calls for the bell as JA and Ava circle one another. The two quickly lock up in the center of the ring. JA quickly snaps into a side headlock. Ava backs JA into the ropes and shoots him off across the ring. She goes for a shoulder tackle but JA delivers one of his own knocking her firmly to the mat. JA charges the ropes and rebounds as Ava rolls onto her stomach allowing him to leap over and hit the opposite ropes. She leaps to her feet as he approaches and goes for a leapfrog but the larger man catches her. He spins around and slams her down hard with a spinebuster before making the cover.
PERCY: Jonathan with the power move on Ava.
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PERCY: Ava rolls the inside shoulder.
CAT: I figured she was a goner after that move.
JA pulls Ava to her feet and drags her to the corner tagging in Tapioca. The veteran climbs inside and grabs Ava lifting her high into the air and slamming her hard with a bodyslam.
CAT: That’ll rearrange some bones.
He grabs and lifts her to her feet shooting her across the ring. She rebounds and flies into the air with a forearm smash to his face that knocks him down. Ava is quick to get back to her feet and charge the ropes rebounding off. Joe sits up as she drops down with a low dropkick to his face putting him on his back again. She scrambles over and makes the cover.
PERCY: Ava with the cover.
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CAT: Tap easily kicks out. I mean seriously a pin on a dropkick? What does she think this is a video game?
Ava pulls Tap to his feet and pulls him over to the corner and tags in Sykes who climbs into the ring. Ava releases her grip as Sykes locks in a front facelock before hoisting him into the air. He stalls for a moment before twisting and dropping him forward causing him to land on his back between his spread legs. He leans forward and grabs a leg.
PERCY: Great move by Sykes but is it enough?
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PERCY: Tap pulls his leg free and kicks out. Not enough in that move.
Sykes gets to his feet and pulls Tap with him. He fights free and shoves Sykes away before charging in with a vicious closeline that floors them both. Tap is the first to his feet as he pulls Sykes up and shoves him into his corner before tagging in Jonathan. JA climbs into the ring and throws a hard shoulder into his midsection followed by another and then another. Sykes stumbles out of the corner as JA lifts him up for a sidewalk slam. Sykes throws a hard knee to the face causing JA to drop him to his feet. Sykes hooks him and swings backwards with a Russian leg sweep.
CAT: Desperation move by Johnny boy!
Both men lie on the mat as Sykes is the first one to his feet. He drops a hard knee into the midsection of JA who rolls onto his stomach towards the ropes trying to escape. Sykes puts a knee in his back and pulls on his head in a modified camel clutch. JA screams in pain as he pulls at the hands trying to get himself free. Tap pounds on the turnbuckle urging his partner on as he continues to scream. Sykes lifts his knee up and steps on his back still holding firmly on the chin lock, pulling harder on the head.
PERCY: Johnny working on that repaired back of Jonathan’s. This could be the end.
CAT: If you have a problem like that why risk your health?
JA stops moving for a moment as he appears to pass out from the pain. A-Ref walks over to check on him and grabs his right arm lifting it up only to have it drop quickly.
CAT: He’s done.
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He lifts the arm again and once more it drops.
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PERCY: You might be right Cat.
CAT: Of course I am.
He grabs the arm and lifts it a third time but JA holds it steady before shifting his weight and moving into the ropes breaking the hold.
CAT: Except this time.
Sykes releases the hold quickly and steps away as JA tries to pull himself to his feet. He stumbles away from the ropes and is blasted in the face with a superkick. JA hits the mat out cold as Sykes makes the cover.
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PERCY: JA throws the right shoulder.
JA rolls out of the ring and leans against the barricade trying to collect himself. Fans reach out and pat his back but he doesn’t stay long. Johnny runs the length of the ring before launching himself over the top for a senton but JA dives out of the way causing him to crash into the barricade. Both men lie on the outside as A-Ref starts his count.
CAT: High risk and no reward! Johnny boy is out of it!
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JA grabs the apron and pulls himself up slowly before rolling into the ring.
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Sykes starts to stir as he rolls onto his stomach and pushes up to all fours.
PERCY: Sykes needs to hurry.
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JA rolls out of the ring and walks over to Sykes helping him to his feet before rolling him into the ring before crawling in after him.
CAT: Hey dummy! You could have won!
JA rolls Sykes onto his stomach and stomps hard on the small of his back before dropping the tip of his knee down across him. JA grabs Sykes and pulls him to his feet shoving him into his corner and tagging in Tap who climbs in and fires off a hard right to the jaw followed by a knife edge chop across his chest.
CROWD: Whoooooo!
CAT: Why do people still do that? Isn’t that guy like a hundred years old?
PERCY: Who? Dick Blair?
CAT: No Bolk Bogan, of course Dick Blair!
Tap pulls Sykes out of the corner and flips him over his shoulder into a seated position on the mat before driving his knee into his back and pulling back on the chin. Sykes pulls on the hands trying to get free but Tap locks in the hold tighter as he pulls back bending him almost in half.
PERCY: Tap has massive hands and he’s got that locked in tight.
Tap yells at JA who reaches in and tags himself in. He climbs into the ring and charges the opposite ropes returning and hitting a sit down dropkick to the exposed chest. Tap releases the hold and climbs out of the ring as JA makes the cover hooking the far leg.
PERCY: Nice tag!
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Ava runs in and breaks up the count.
CAT: Hey! Super nice girl cheated!
PERCY: Not really Cat.
JA gets to his feet as A-Ref escorts Ava out of the ring. JA pulls Sykes up and tosses him into the corner tagging in Tap. The veteran climbs into the ring and throws several hard knees to the midsection before pulling him away from the corner and locking in a standing facelock. He hoists him up before spiking him in the center of the ring with a brainbuster. Tap walks over and tags in JA who climbs the turnbuckle before leaping off with a giant splash. He hooks the inside leg.
PERCY: More great teamwork from the PAW patrol.
CAT: Jonathan is a big ass dude. That’s a lot of man to fly through the air.
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CAT: Sykes rolls the outside shoulder. Wow I thought he was done.
JA pounds the mat in frustration as he pulls Sykes to his feet and shoots him across the ring. He goes for a closeline but he slides between his legs and pops up on the other side. JA turns around and walks right into a hard right that staggers him. Sykes fires off another before throwing a hard elbow to the jaw that drops him. Sykes gets to his feet and rolls towards Ava before leaping into the air and tagging her in.
PERCY: In comes Ava!
JA gets to one knee just in time to catch a shining wizard to the face putting him on his back. Ava makes the quick cover and hooks the outside leg.
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PERCY: Jonathan kicks out!
Ava pulls JA to a seated position before running the ropes and returning with a savate kick but he catches it and holds on as he rises to his feet. Ava hops on her free leg as JA backs towards his corner pulling her along with him. At the last moment she leaps up and connects with a hard enziguri to the back of his head. He falls backwards into the corner where Tap tags himself in.
CAT: Tapioca is ready to go!
Tap climbs into the ring but before he can get fully inside Ava runs over and kicks him in the face causing him to stumble inside. He regains his composure and grabs Ava around the throat with both hands. He hoists her up for a two handed powerbomb but she breaks free and lands on her feet before delivering a dropkick to his right knee dropping him down to one knee. She takes a step back and fires off a superkick that puts him on his back.
PERCY: Sweet Tooth!
She runs over and tags in Sykes who jumps up to the top rope. He balances himself before launching towards Tap and connecting with a shooting star senton.
PERCY: Eagle’s Landing!
He runs over and knocks JA off the apron and into the barricade before running back over and making the cover.
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CAT: Somehow they pulled it off.
PERCY: Jonathan and Tapioca were close but just not close enough.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here are your winners by pinfall, JOHNNY SYKES AND AVA!!
PERCY: You got to believe that this was an upset, wouldn't you say, Cat?
CAT: No doubt. Just goes to show that sometimes charisma can be instant, Percy.
PERCY: Wait, I'm receiving word from the back. Apparently the GZW Takeover has just arrived! Let's get backstage!
Singles Match
Lex Collins versus Aokigahara Zombie
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, THE BOMBTRAX HAVE JUST DESTROYED GZW!!!
CAT: Um....what did he mean by send a message? That looked like a pretty clear freakin' message to me!
PERCY: I have no idea, Cat, but if GZW wanted a war, I think they just found one!
CAT: Well I hate to be the one to call attention away from mayhem and carnage, but Rhonda's in the ring, and we're ready for our next bout.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission...
The lights dim, and the sound of a heartbeat fills the silence, growing a little louder and faster before being replaced with a driving rock beat. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against kicks into gear over the arena sound system, getting an ear-splittingly huge pop from the female fans in attendance.
Lex appears at the top of the ramp as orange and red spotlights fade up slowly, like the sun rising to reveal a fire in the sky. He stands with his head bowed and pauses before raising his arms, thrusting them directly into the path of the spotlight as the crowd erupts into cheers yet again. Hesitating for a moment, he adjusts his fight gloves and the tape on his forearms before unzipping his Brutal Apparel hoodie.
He makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as he can. Midway down, he stops and shrugs out of the hoodie, whipping it into the crowd.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New York, New York, he is 'FEARLESS' LEX COLLINS!!
He pauses for a few selfies with fans before hopping up on the apron. Grinning at the crowd, he presses his right fist over his heart to a huge pop before turning and springing over the rope.
PERCY: Lex Collins looks to be in tremendous shape here tonight, and this one should be a great contest considering the caliber of athletes that are involved.
CAT: Damn right, Percy. Lex here's done just about everything there is to do in the sport of Professional Wrestling, and he looks to add even more accolades to his resume here in PAW.
'Courage' by The Minutemen blares out of the speakers and Aokigahara Zombie comes out with his hands in the air. He lets out a roar, and points at the ring with a wide grin. He struts to the ring and high fives a couple of fans as he goes.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his opponent, weighting in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Yamanashi, Japan, he is 'THE MARTYR' AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!!
Zombie reaches the ringside area and hops up on the apron, slipping between the ropes, and throwing his hands into the air once more. The fans cheer as he ducks back into a corner, never letting his eyes leave Lex Collins.
PERCY: I wonder if Calvin Harris will take exception to Zombie calling himself 'The Martyr'.
CAT: Well, Calvin's 'THE Martyr of Professional Wrestling'. I think ole' Zombie there is more of the self sacrifice for the benefit of the fans type. At least that's what I get by all the high fives he handed out to the fans.
PERCY: Both of these guys have their followings, and certainly seem to have this crowd split down the middle on who they enjoy most.
A-Ref has completed his check of the two participants, and takes a step back, signaling for the bell. As soon as the bell chimes, the two men begin to circle one another before launching into a collar-and-elbow-tie-up. Zombie quickly goes for the go behind on Collins, grabbing the man by the waist, and lifting him clear off the ground to tossing him chest first to the mat. Zombie follows him down, never letting go of the waist lock, but spinning upon Collin's back to end up in front of him. He quickly shifts to a front face lock, but Collins manages to slip out of it immediately, and reaches up to hook Zombie by the head for a side head lock instead. Lex manages to hop up to his feet, putting all of his body weight and leverage down into the hold, forcing Zombie to fight to get back to his. Eventually, however, he does, and he fires a few right hands into Collin's stomach at the same time that he begins forcing him towards the ropes.
PERCY: These two men are evenly matched, both having a striking type background along with a well versed knowledge of submissions.
CAT: Yeah, well of the two options, I'd prefer they start hitting each other rather than play grab ass like this.
PERCY: Oh, Cat...You have absolutely no appreciation for the sport of wrestling do you?
CAT: Sure I do, Percy. I just like it better when they are bashing each other's brains out!
As Percy shakes his head at his color commentator, Zombie pushes Collins into the ropes, and shoots him off to the other side. Zombie meets him in the ring, but upon Collins rebounding, he barrels in with a shoulder tackle that sends Zombie thundering to the mat. Collins moves in to position, and leaps into the air for an elbow drop, but Zombie swiftly rolls out of the way. Lex eats nothing but mat, and Zombie hops up to his feet, and leaps for one of his own. This time it's Collins who rolls out of the way, and both men manage to get up to their feet at the same time.
PERCY: It's obvious that these two have done their homework.
CAT: They're reading each other like the back of their hand!
As Zombie moves in to grab for Collins, Lex suddenly drops to the ground, catching the man in a drop toe hold that sends him thundering to the mat. While their legs are still tangled, Collins shifts the rest of his body to come across Zombie's back, hooking him around the head with both arms, and wrenching back into an STF.
PERCY: Big time submission from Collins right out of the gate, and he's got Zombie almost dead center of the ring!
CAT: Yeah, The Martyr has no where to go!
The fans come to their feet as Collins torques back on Zombie, A-Ref firmly out in front of him, ready to make the call. Aoki doesn't let the hold settle in for long before he starts clawing at the canvas, dragging he and Lex towards the ropes. The fans come to their feet in anticipation as Zombie reaches out for the ropes, and just as he's about to get his fingertips to touch, Collins lets go. He untangles himself from Zombie, gets quickly to his feet, and then drops a knee down into the center of the mans spine, followed by another one. Zombie grabs hold of the ropes, and helps himself up to his feet, as Collins moves in with a stiff boot to the gut that knocks Zombie back into the corner. Collins moves in to continues his assault, but Aoki, as quick as a cat, ducks out of the way, drops to the ground, and delivers a drop toe hold to Lex that sends him crashing face first into the middle turnbuckle.
PERCY: Tit-for-Tat I suppose with the drop toe holds.
CAT: You just wanted to say Tit, Percy.
Zombie comes up quickly, massaging his lower back from the STF, and takes a few steps back towards the center of the ring. With Collins still partially draped across the middle turnbuckle, Zombies takes off in a sprint, bringing his knee up at the last second to drive it into the back of the man's head and driving it deeper into the turnbuckle.
PERCY: Wow, that'll give you a concussion!
CAT: No kidding!
Lex cradles his head, as Zombie lifts him up, and shoves him back first into the corner. He then proceeds to climb up to the second turnbuckle, and looks out at the crowd who cheers, while he raises his fist, and begins hammering down into Lex's head. The crowd gets into it, and begin to count along with him.
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10!!!
At Ten Aoki drops to the mat and steps out of the way, allowing Lex to stumble out of the corner. He hops up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle, before coming off the second rope, catching Lex around the head and driving him face first down to the mat with a bulldog. He quickly pushes him over and goes for the cover.
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PERCY: Thr-Kick Out! Lex got the shoulder up, but he's in trouble. Aokigahara Zombie is focusing on cracking the man's skull open!
CAT: See, now this is the kind of wrestling I can get behind!
Zombie comes up to his feet, pulling Lex with him, and takes the man by the wrist and forces him back into the ropes. He shoots him off, and as Lex rebounds, he moves in to catch him with what looks like a backdrop, but Lex is able to slow his momentum, and instead, leaps into the air, and brings the back of his leg down across Zombie's head for a famasser.
PERCY: Wrong Way Kid by Collins!
CAT: I'll say! And he's going for a cover of his own!
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Thre-Zombie kicks out at the last second, and immediately flips over and starts crawling towards the ropes. Lex shakes his head a few times to shake the cobwebs, and then gets to his feet about the same time that Aoki reaches the apron. He starts over that way, and just as he's about to reach down and grab Zombie, The Martyr slaps his hands away, causing Collins to return fire with vicious stomps to Zombie's midsection, knocking him all the way out of the ring to the concrete floor.
PERCY: Aokigahara Zombie is as tenacious as they come, and wouldn't let Collins grab hold of him there, but it only served to piss Lex off.
CAT: Yeah, if these two keep up with the back and forth they've maintained so far, I figure we'll see more frustrated outbursts like that.
The fans cheer as Lex Collins slips through the ropes to land on the outside beside Zombie, lifting him up to shove him back in the ring. Before he can even get a good hold, Zombie lashes out with a back elbow that catches Collins flush on the Jaw, knocking him back a step. As Collins tries to recover, and move back in on Zombie, The Martyr surprises everyone by jamming his fingers into Lex's mouth for his finisher.
PERCY: ITAI CLAW! ITAI CLAW! Zombie has his version of the mandible claw locked onto Lex Collins!
CAT: Ewwwww!! He's got his fingers in the other guy's mouth! There's no telling where they've been!!
While Caitlin can be heard dry heaving off camera, Lex Collins falls back against the guard rail with Aokigahara Zombie standing over him, his fingers still shoved down his gullet. The fans are on their feet, as Lex Collins begins to hammer right hands into Zombie's face. Aoki absorbs the first couple, but after the third he can be seen starting to buckle. Finally, he let's loose of Collins and stumbles back over to the ring apron, where A-Ref is going mad trying to get the men back in the ring. Zombie slides under the rope, and comes up to his feet in the ring, telling the official 'no' to a count out on Collins. A-Ref, confused, holds his hands out to his sides, while Zombie makes his way to the opposite side of the ring. Just as Collins pushes off the guard rail to get on his own two feet, Zombie takes off, sprinting across the ring, and dives through the middle and top rope. Collins, however, falls out of the way, and Aoki soars into the steel guard rail with a crash.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! Aokigahara Zombie may be dead!
CAT: Come on, Percy. You're always so dramatic. It was a nasty spill, but I'm sure he'll recover.
Lex steps over to where Zombie crashed and burned, and helps the man up to his feet, and then tosses him head first under the bottom rope into the ring. Collins slips in behind him, rolling him towards the center of the ring, and then goes for a cover.
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PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Good lord, how did he get out of that. His skull compressed down into his neck when he hit the guardrail.
CAT: I told you, Percy. This guy is oriental. They are into some real hardcore shit over there, and I'm not just talking about wrestling.
Collins and Zombie both lay there on the mat for a moment, and A-Ref looks each one of them over, and then begins the count. He only gets to five before either man begins to stir, and by seven both are up to one knee. On the count of eight both men get to their feet, and then eye one another from across the ring. The fans come to their feet with cheers for both men, and a chant breaks out.
CROWD: ZOMBIE!! COLLINS!! ZOMBIE!! COLLINS!!
Lex steps towards the center of the ring, when Zombie comes rushing towards him, looking for a clothesline. Collins quickly steps to the side, catching Zombie with his arms, lifting him up into a tilt-a-whirl, and then sits straight down into a side slam.
PERCY: THE MIND KILLER TO ZOMBIE FROM LEX!
CAT: He's going for the cover!
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Thre-At the last second Zombie shoots his arm up off the canvas, and the fans come alive, resuming their chant as Lex Collins checks with A-Ref to make sure it wasn't three. Not wanting to waste too much time, Lex peels Aoki off the mat, and pushes him into the ropes only to shoot him to the far side. Zombie comes sailing back, and Collins ducks the head for a back body drop, but Aoki rolls right over Lex's back to end up behind him. When Collins turns around, Zombie shows an amazing feat of strength as he gorilla presses Lex into the air, and then gives him a short toss before falling straight back, and tucking his knee's into his chest. Collins comes crashing down onto The Martyr's knees with a gut buster, and bounces off to the side clutching at his ribs.
PERCY: HIGHS AND LOWS BY ZOMBIE!!
CAT: Damn if this whole match hasn't been one signature right after another!
PERCY: Now that could be a mistake right there, as Aokigahara Zombie didn't go for the cover, but has opted instead to go up top.
CAT: Doesn't he do a head butt off the top shades of the Dynamite Kid?
PERCY: Indeed he does, but I think it would have been more prudent for him to try for the cover after such a devastating move rather than go for broke.
CAT: Well, I guess that's why you're an announcer, Percy, and not one of these guys in the ring.
Percival rolls his eyes at Caitlin just about the time that Zombie reaches the top turnbuckle. He gets himself in position, and slowly begins to rise to his full height, lifting his arms above his head to point up into the rafters. Just as it appears that he's going to leap, Collins comes up to one knee, and lunges at the ropes, catching the top with his hand, and jerking it profusely. Zombie teeters on the turnbuckle, his balance shaken, before falling straight down to crotch himself across the top turnbuckle. The fans cheer at the uncomfortable landing, and Collins stumbles in, shoving Zombie back up into a seated position from where he was hunkered over in surprise and pain. Collins, breathing heavy, steps up to the second turnbuckle, holding Zombie by a fistful of hair, and hammering right hands down into his forehead. The fans are so into it that they begin to count along as they did before for Zombie.
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10!!!
PERCY: This capacity crowd can't decide on which one of these superstars that they are going to rally behind.
CAT: With this kind back and forth action, why not both?
PERCY: Point taken, Cat.
With Zombie pretty well rocked by the right hands, Collins throws his opponents arm over his head, and hooks Zombie around his. The crowd come to their feet as Collins gets a hand full of pants, and lifts Aoki off the top turnbuckle, suspends him there for just a moment, and then falls back to come crashing down in the center of the ring with a super-plex. The roof dam near blows off the arena as A-Ref clutches his mask, unsure of what to do as both men writhe around clutching their backs.
PERCY: By God, if Aokigahara Zombie wanted someone to bring a fight to him, I think that he found it in Lex Collins!
CAT: No shit! And that Zombie guy....he's.....he's not even human. He just keeps rising back up from the brink, like a....a......hell, a Zombie!
PERCY: A-Ref's started the count, and he's already reached four. After all these guys have been through, I sure hope it doesn't end this way.
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At the count of eight Lex rolls over onto his side with his arm high into the air.
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And just before A-Ref can get to ten, he completes the roll, draping his arm over Aokigahara Zombie's chest. A-Ref instinctively drops to make the pin.
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THRE-----KICK OUT! The entire arena comes alive as Zombie somehow manages to lift his shoulder off the mat at the last possible nano-second. Lex Collins has a look of disbelief and misery on his face as he shakes his head in shock. Eventually he gets to one knee, and then pushes up, staring down at Zombie with his hands on his hips. After only a second, a look of determination washes over him, and he reaches down to grab Aoki by the arm.
PERCY: It looks like Lex Collins is going for that Fujiwara Armbar he calls Wreckage! He's dislocated shoulders with this move!
CAT: Awesome! Now we get to see if the little Asian dude pops!
PERCY: It looks like Lex is having a little trouble getting the hold on cause Zombie is wriggling against him.
CAT: I'm surprised he has anything left to struggle with.
Just then, Aoki manages to roll onto his back, pulling Lex down towards him, while thrusting his fingers back into Collin's mouth.
PERCY: ITAI CLAW AGAIN! I can't believe this....Lex is struggling, wait...He just dropped down onto Zombie, and hooked his leg, with the claw still rammed down his throat!
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PERCY: Thre...NO! Zombie kicked out, but that in turn forced the hold to be broken! Lex Collins back peddling now, spitting to try and clear his pallet.
CAT: Clear his pallet? Percy, the man just had a sweaty Asian guy named Zombie shove his fingers into his mouth! How does one clear their pallet after that without some strong alcohol.
PERCY: Either way, it's given Aoki time to get back to his feet, and her comes Lex with a Hay Maker like right hand, but Aoki ducks it...slips his head between Lex's arm, AND OH MY GOD!
CAT: Is his head supposed to bend like that?
PERCY: TO THE LOST ON LEX COLLINS! Zombie for the cover!
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The crowd erupts as Zombie falls off of Lex to lie flat on his back, sucking in wind, while Rhonda makes the call.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match by pinfall, 'The Martyr' AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!
PERCY: What a match put on by these guys! This one was insane!
CAT: You got that right. i thought Collins was going to take it for sure, but then the Zombie guy came out of nowhere! I guess that's one advantage to having what must be the most disgusting submission holds in wrestling in your arsenal.
PERCY: It definitely served it's purpose here...hey....wait, someone's coming over the barricade!
The fans rise to their feet as Caleb James O’Donnell jumps over the ring barricade and slides underneath the bottom ropes. Zombie, whose finally gotten to his feet, turns around and O’Donnell clobbers him with a weapon in his hand.
PERCY: What did Caleb hit him with?
CAT: I think it was a lead pipe or something.
Caleb turns around to the camera and shows that it was a shillelagh that Zombie was hit with. As Caleb stands over the body of Zombie he looks at Lex Collins in the ring and nods his head.
PERCY: Is Caleb and Lex forming an alliance in front of our eyes.
CAT: Well you know O’Donnell has a stable called Unstable and in that group is Lex’s wife Claire.
PERCY: Is Unstable starting to form before our very eyes tonight?
CAT: Maybe you never know what is going on inside the mind of one CJ O’Donnell like why did he attack Zombie tonight?
PERCY: Very true. I am sure we will find out the answers soon enough, but while Zombie receives some medical attention, I hear that Ji has finally caught up to Lady Munin over this BombTrax ordeal. Let's check it out.
Singles Match
Roy Baker versus Annabel Lee
Singles Match
Nova Wonder versus Strick Plissken
BEFORE CURTAIN
The scene opens up outside and you see Caleb James O’Donnell outside of the Houma Terrabonne Civic Center trying to enter but gets stopped by two security guards.
CJ O’DONNELL: Out of my way dumbasses.
SECURITY GUARD #1: We have very strict orders to keep you out of the arena tonight.
CJ O’DONNELL: Are you fucking kidding me? You know whom I am right?
SECURITY GUARD #2: Yes we do. Step aside CJ and please leave this property before you get arrested.
CJ O’DONNELL: This is fucking horseshit. I know why I can't be allowed inside! it's because Press paid you two buffoons off. Everyone knows I am the PAW Heavyweight Champion. I made the jolly green giant tap.
SECURITY GUARD #1: We are not going to tell you again.
CJ O’DONNELL: Fine! I will leave, but trust me I will find a way into the arena and cause some chaos along with some havoc. Then I am gonna make sure they fire both your asses as I’ll say you let me in.
Caleb begins to walk down the steps and just shakes his head while he is smirking. He pulls out his cell phone and makes a phone call.
CJ O’DONNELL: Hey can you do me a favor and go to the loading dock. Find a way to wedge it open as I have a statement to make tonight!
The scene moves into the arena as you see a smirk on the face of Caleb James O’Donnell.
The door to Lady Munin’s temporary office is opened by the Titan of the Midway champion, Johnny Raike. He is not yet dressed for battle, wearing skinny jeans despite the late June Louisiana heat, but bowing to it with a frilly, lilac tank top.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hey, good to see you up and moving after… well, you know. You wanted to see me?
Munin looked up from her computer, and graced her resident hedonistic with a smile. It was funny how quickly she had become fond of the young man, though they rarely had the chance to talk.
LADY MUNIN: Hello Raike, they will have to hit a lot harder than that to keep me down. I wanted to see you about your recent request…
Johnny doesn’t completely waver in his eye contact, but he doesn’t completely hold it either.
JOHNNY RAIKE: I was just, you know, trying to stay in form, I pretty much knew from the day I saw we signed him that this would happen. And you know, I figured Hardcore versus the Titan, that’ll sell tickets, unless you were saving it for just that reason. I hope I didn’t spoil any plans, oh Bowie-
LADY MUNIN: No Johnny quite the opposite.I think your idea is perfect.
Johnny blinks, then smiles in visible relief.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Oh, awesome. I’d hate to think the glue gun had been nothing but fun. Trying not to touch the glue, but you kinda like the burn, you know? Though, that might just be me.
Munin's eyes sparkled slightly with a hint of mischief.
LADY MUNIN: I find that to be more the case with wax myself. There was something else I wanted to discuss with you…
She leaned back in her chair with a slight squeak of hinges, and tucked a wayward strand of black hair behind her ear.
LADY MUNIN: I have been in contact with a number of federations, and it seems that in the future there may be a number of tournaments. I would like you to attend one as the representative of Pure Amusement...d
Johnny raises an eyebrow, curious
JOHNNY RAIKE: Well, I’m certainly intrigued on the face of it. Suppose it depends on what that would mean for working here in Pure Amusement, I’m not trying to take my eyes too far off the prize. But I do love exposure.
The other eyebrow comes up.
JOHNNY RAIKE: This isn’t a consolation prize for still not getting my hands on one of our so called invaders, is it?
LADY MUNIN: Not at all. It was merely an acknowledgement of your hard work and dedication to the company. As for our invaders…
Munin trailed off to search through a small stack of papers. Her black on black French manicured nails gleamed against the white papers. After a moment a small hum of satisfaction could be heard,and soon Munin was passing a paper to Raike. He takes the the paper after hesitating for a moment. His eyes quickly scanning the black and white before him. Moments tick by and as they do a smile blossoms on his face.
JOHNNY RAIKE: This will be fun...
MEANWHILE
The door to Lady Munin’s temporary office is opened by the Titan of the Midway champion, Johnny Raike. He is not yet dressed for battle, wearing skinny jeans despite the late June Louisiana heat, but bowing to it with a frilly, lilac tank top.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hey, good to see you up and moving after… well, you know. You wanted to see me?
Munin looked up from her computer, and graced her resident hedonistic with a smile. It was funny how quickly she had become fond of the young man, though they rarely had the chance to talk.
LADY MUNIN: Hello Raike, they will have to hit a lot harder than that to keep me down. I wanted to see you about your recent request…
Johnny doesn’t completely waver in his eye contact, but he doesn’t completely hold it either.
JOHNNY RAIKE: I was just, you know, trying to stay in form, I pretty much knew from the day I saw we signed him that this would happen. And you know, I figured Hardcore versus the Titan, that’ll sell tickets, unless you were saving it for just that reason. I hope I didn’t spoil any plans, oh Bowie-
LADY MUNIN: No Johnny quite the opposite.I think your idea is perfect.
Johnny blinks, then smiles in visible relief.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Oh, awesome. I’d hate to think the glue gun had been nothing but fun. Trying not to touch the glue, but you kinda like the burn, you know? Though, that might just be me.
Munin's eyes sparkled slightly with a hint of mischief.
LADY MUNIN: I find that to be more the case with wax myself. There was something else I wanted to discuss with you…
She leaned back in her chair with a slight squeak of hinges, and tucked a wayward strand of black hair behind her ear.
LADY MUNIN: I have been in contact with a number of federations, and it seems that in the future there may be a number of tournaments. I would like you to attend one as the representative of Pure Amusement...d
Johnny raises an eyebrow, curious
JOHNNY RAIKE: Well, I’m certainly intrigued on the face of it. Suppose it depends on what that would mean for working here in Pure Amusement, I’m not trying to take my eyes too far off the prize. But I do love exposure.
The other eyebrow comes up.
JOHNNY RAIKE: This isn’t a consolation prize for still not getting my hands on one of our so called invaders, is it?
LADY MUNIN: Not at all. It was merely an acknowledgement of your hard work and dedication to the company. As for our invaders…
Munin trailed off to search through a small stack of papers. Her black on black French manicured nails gleamed against the white papers. After a moment a small hum of satisfaction could be heard,and soon Munin was passing a paper to Raike. He takes the the paper after hesitating for a moment. His eyes quickly scanning the black and white before him. Moments tick by and as they do a smile blossoms on his face.
JOHNNY RAIKE: This will be fun...
“A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat joins a long pan of the semi-darkened Houma Terrabonne Civic Center, 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 Heat Stroke scroll through. A shot of Johnny Raike and Calvin Harris in their first bout to open the show, and the underhanded tactics used by Harris to gain the first pinfall; Then several shots from the battle royal including Johnny Sykes hop scotching the Enhancement Talent to get back in the ring; Flaming Youth catching Comme Ci with his finisher, Slow Burn Super Kick; The French Mime Assassins and Nirvana eliminating one another, and brawling on the outside; The Pixie locking Johnny Sykes in The Alex Effect; The final moments of the match, when Nova Wonder took Kelly over the ropes, to win the whole thing; The scene of Johnny Raike and Calvin Harris in the dunking booth tank, and the shot of Johnny kicking Harris off the side of the building for the 10 count, becoming the New Titans of the Midway Champion; Jack Nomad driving knee strikes into Knuxy, causing the man to go unconscious; The PAW Patrol being waylaid by GZW, and Lady Munin taking a chair shot to the skull by John Champa; The Shadow's interference, sending GZW scattering; A Press Release Powerbomb on CJ O'Donnell that allows Press to retain the PAW Heavyweight Championship; Different snapshots of the Hell In A Cell Main Event from Johnny Raike beating Calvin Harris inside a trash can with a lead pipe, to the death defying corkscrew shooting star press from Harris off the cell; A shot of Calvin Harris hitting the Art of Betrayal for the win; And finally, a picture of TNT 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.
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from Heat Stroke scroll through. A shot of Johnny Raike and Calvin Harris in their first bout to open the show, and the underhanded tactics used by Harris to gain the first pinfall; Then several shots from the battle royal including Johnny Sykes hop scotching the Enhancement Talent to get back in the ring; Flaming Youth catching Comme Ci with his finisher, Slow Burn Super Kick; The French Mime Assassins and Nirvana eliminating one another, and brawling on the outside; The Pixie locking Johnny Sykes in The Alex Effect; The final moments of the match, when Nova Wonder took Kelly over the ropes, to win the whole thing; The scene of Johnny Raike and Calvin Harris in the dunking booth tank, and the shot of Johnny kicking Harris off the side of the building for the 10 count, becoming the New Titans of the Midway Champion; Jack Nomad driving knee strikes into Knuxy, causing the man to go unconscious; The PAW Patrol being waylaid by GZW, and Lady Munin taking a chair shot to the skull by John Champa; The Shadow's interference, sending GZW scattering; A Press Release Powerbomb on CJ O'Donnell that allows Press to retain the PAW Heavyweight Championship; Different snapshots of the Hell In A Cell Main Event from Johnny Raike beating Calvin Harris inside a trash can with a lead pipe, to the death defying corkscrew shooting star press from Harris off the cell; A shot of Calvin Harris hitting the Art of Betrayal for the win; And finally, a picture of TNT 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 WICKED#13, and we are coming to you Live from Houma, Louisiana at the Houma Terrabone Civic Center! I am Percivail Banion Chord, and this lovely creatures to my left is my partner in crime, Caitlin Casey!
CAT: Aww, thanks, Percy.
PERCY: Man-O-Man what a feeling we have tonight, coming off of the heels of the biggest event that the PAW Universe has ever seen, Heat Stroke! What a night that was.
CAT: Damn right, Percy. We saw everything at that show, from the amazing to the ridiculous, which is what makes this show right here so important. Alot of the fall out from Heat Stroke is taking place right here tonight!
PERCY: That's right, Cat, and no better example of that is in our semi-main event which see's The French Mime Assassins take on The Original Carnies, a teaming up of 'The Midnight King' Nirvana and Redrum.
CAT: I still can't believe that. It was Nirvana that eliminated Redrum from the Sixteen Man Battle Royal, but the deranged clown came back out later in the night aid Nirvana, when The Midnight King and The French Mime Assassins brawled themselves out of the match.
PERCY: Yeah, and speaking of the Battle Royal, the winner will be competing here tonight against a brand spanking new superstar in Strick Plissken. I don't think he's ever even had a match!
CAT: Yeah, but thanks to his manager, 'Agent to the Stars' Tony Chu, he got to draw her out for his big debut. Hey, Percy, maybe you and I should get representation.
PERCY: Um...heh heh....I don't think that will be necessary. I am very happy with where I'm currently sitting. If you want to keep sitting beside me, you might want to shut up Cat.
CAT: Whatever. We also have another debut match of sorts, though both men are known far and wide around the wrestling world.
PERCY: That's right. Lex Collins will take on Aokigahara Zombie in what's sure to be an awesome contest.
CAT: Following that we have the newcomer Annabel Lee taking on Roy Baker, who is looking for his first win here in PAW.
PERCY: Then in our Main Event we have Johnny Raike taking on Jack Nomad in what will be a great fight, I'm sure. No one expected to see Johnny after that insane Three Stages of Hell match, as the brutality left him and Calvin Harris bloodied and marred, but The Thigh High Thriller would not be denied!
CAT: Speaking of Calvin, he's got a live mic tonight on The Box Office, so there's no telling what could happen there.
PERCY: Yeah, but up next, we have a tag team match in our opening bout that's sure to put a smile on the crowds faces, as fan favorites, Ava & Johnny Sykes take on Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander.
CAT: And it's almost guaranteed that if GZW is in the building, then there's going to be trouble, so what are we waiting for! Let's get this show on the road!
Opening Bout
Tag Match
Tapioca Joe & Jonathan Alexander (W/William Saint) versus Ava & Johnny Sykes
PERCY: This Match is an unknown, as Ava & Sykes have never been in the ring with one another. You got to believe that gives Tap and J.A. the advantage.
CAT: Maybe, but sometimes the unknown can play havoc on a game plan. Either way, we're about to find out.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall or submission, and is your opening tag team bout of the evening!
“Princes of the Universe” by Queen kicks in as Tapioca Joe and Jonathan Alexander along with William Saint make their way down the ramp with Alice close beside her husband.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 461 pounds, accompanied by William Saint and Alice Alexander, they are The PAW Patrol, TAPIOCA JOE AND JONATHAN ALEXANDER!!
The two men slap hands with fans before rolling into the ring as William Saint stands on the outside. Alice claps as she makes her way over to the announce booth and takes a seat next to Percy, smiling at him.
PERCY: The PAW Patrol looking to keep the momentum rolling.
CAT: Jonathan had some not so nice words to say about these two so we’ll see what happens tonight.
Baby blue and light pink strobe lights begin to flash all around while "Come Down With Love" by Allstar Weekend blares over the arena's speakers. The fans begin to cheer as Ava comes rushing out onto the stage, pausing in the center to throw her arms into the air with a big smile on her face. She slowly lowers her arms, and nods to give the crowd their acknowledgement for the cheers. She begins to skip down the ramp, going from either side to slap hands with the fans.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, first, weighting in at 115 pounds, and hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota. She is 'Da Bomb Dot Com'...AVA!!!
When Ava reaches ringside she makes a short dash towards the ring and leaps up onto the apron spinning to the side using her knee. She pops up on the apron all smiles before placing one leg over the bottom rope and then ducking down under the middle rope to get herself into the ring. The mixture of blue and pink strobe lights shine down directly in the ring on her, placing Ava in the spotlight as she makes her way to the nearest corner. She leaps up onto the second rung of the corner and then raises her hands into the air to receive an eruption of cheers from those in attendance. The lights return to normal as she drops to the mat, ready for business.
CAT: Such a long entrance. Is that really necessary?
PERCY: The fans seem to love her.
CAT: Speaking of uselessly long entrances.
PERCY: Cat!
The “Party Boy” theme from Jackass blares through the speakers, and the fans came to their feet in excitement, some even dancing.
Out of the curtain steps Johnny Sykes, shopping cart and all, and he peers out the crowd with his hand over his eyes to see those in the low rent district. He greets them all with a grin as he gives the cart a shove, and seamlessly hops into the buggy in a super pose as it rockets towards the ring. Just as the cart strikes the ring apron, Johnny launches himself clear over the top rope, landing in a roll that brings him back up to his feet with his fists over his head.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing her partner, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighting in at 201 pounds. He is the 'Original Pranksta'...JOHNNY F'N SYKES!!
At the announcement, Sykes takes off towards the nearest corner, springing up to the second turnbuckle, and proceeds to unhook his batman cape, wads it up, and chunks it out into the excited crowd. As his music fades out he hops down from the turnbuckle, and spins so that he's now facing the ring, and leans into his corner with a boyish grin on his face. It didn’t seem to make much of a difference who he was going to be up against. He was out here to have a good time. He shakes hands with Ava before stepping out onto the apron. JA and Tap look at one another before Tap climbs out of the ring leaving Ava and JA inside the ring.
CAT: Now that everyone is officially asleep after those long entrances we can get this match started.
A-Ref calls for the bell as JA and Ava circle one another. The two quickly lock up in the center of the ring. JA quickly snaps into a side headlock. Ava backs JA into the ropes and shoots him off across the ring. She goes for a shoulder tackle but JA delivers one of his own knocking her firmly to the mat. JA charges the ropes and rebounds as Ava rolls onto her stomach allowing him to leap over and hit the opposite ropes. She leaps to her feet as he approaches and goes for a leapfrog but the larger man catches her. He spins around and slams her down hard with a spinebuster before making the cover.
PERCY: Jonathan with the power move on Ava.
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PERCY: Ava rolls the inside shoulder.
CAT: I figured she was a goner after that move.
JA pulls Ava to her feet and drags her to the corner tagging in Tapioca. The veteran climbs inside and grabs Ava lifting her high into the air and slamming her hard with a bodyslam.
CAT: That’ll rearrange some bones.
He grabs and lifts her to her feet shooting her across the ring. She rebounds and flies into the air with a forearm smash to his face that knocks him down. Ava is quick to get back to her feet and charge the ropes rebounding off. Joe sits up as she drops down with a low dropkick to his face putting him on his back again. She scrambles over and makes the cover.
PERCY: Ava with the cover.
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CAT: Tap easily kicks out. I mean seriously a pin on a dropkick? What does she think this is a video game?
Ava pulls Tap to his feet and pulls him over to the corner and tags in Sykes who climbs into the ring. Ava releases her grip as Sykes locks in a front facelock before hoisting him into the air. He stalls for a moment before twisting and dropping him forward causing him to land on his back between his spread legs. He leans forward and grabs a leg.
PERCY: Great move by Sykes but is it enough?
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PERCY: Tap pulls his leg free and kicks out. Not enough in that move.
Sykes gets to his feet and pulls Tap with him. He fights free and shoves Sykes away before charging in with a vicious closeline that floors them both. Tap is the first to his feet as he pulls Sykes up and shoves him into his corner before tagging in Jonathan. JA climbs into the ring and throws a hard shoulder into his midsection followed by another and then another. Sykes stumbles out of the corner as JA lifts him up for a sidewalk slam. Sykes throws a hard knee to the face causing JA to drop him to his feet. Sykes hooks him and swings backwards with a Russian leg sweep.
CAT: Desperation move by Johnny boy!
Both men lie on the mat as Sykes is the first one to his feet. He drops a hard knee into the midsection of JA who rolls onto his stomach towards the ropes trying to escape. Sykes puts a knee in his back and pulls on his head in a modified camel clutch. JA screams in pain as he pulls at the hands trying to get himself free. Tap pounds on the turnbuckle urging his partner on as he continues to scream. Sykes lifts his knee up and steps on his back still holding firmly on the chin lock, pulling harder on the head.
PERCY: Johnny working on that repaired back of Jonathan’s. This could be the end.
CAT: If you have a problem like that why risk your health?
JA stops moving for a moment as he appears to pass out from the pain. A-Ref walks over to check on him and grabs his right arm lifting it up only to have it drop quickly.
CAT: He’s done.
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He lifts the arm again and once more it drops.
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PERCY: You might be right Cat.
CAT: Of course I am.
He grabs the arm and lifts it a third time but JA holds it steady before shifting his weight and moving into the ropes breaking the hold.
CAT: Except this time.
Sykes releases the hold quickly and steps away as JA tries to pull himself to his feet. He stumbles away from the ropes and is blasted in the face with a superkick. JA hits the mat out cold as Sykes makes the cover.
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PERCY: JA throws the right shoulder.
JA rolls out of the ring and leans against the barricade trying to collect himself. Fans reach out and pat his back but he doesn’t stay long. Johnny runs the length of the ring before launching himself over the top for a senton but JA dives out of the way causing him to crash into the barricade. Both men lie on the outside as A-Ref starts his count.
CAT: High risk and no reward! Johnny boy is out of it!
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JA grabs the apron and pulls himself up slowly before rolling into the ring.
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Sykes starts to stir as he rolls onto his stomach and pushes up to all fours.
PERCY: Sykes needs to hurry.
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JA rolls out of the ring and walks over to Sykes helping him to his feet before rolling him into the ring before crawling in after him.
CAT: Hey dummy! You could have won!
JA rolls Sykes onto his stomach and stomps hard on the small of his back before dropping the tip of his knee down across him. JA grabs Sykes and pulls him to his feet shoving him into his corner and tagging in Tap who climbs in and fires off a hard right to the jaw followed by a knife edge chop across his chest.
CROWD: Whoooooo!
CAT: Why do people still do that? Isn’t that guy like a hundred years old?
PERCY: Who? Dick Blair?
CAT: No Bolk Bogan, of course Dick Blair!
Tap pulls Sykes out of the corner and flips him over his shoulder into a seated position on the mat before driving his knee into his back and pulling back on the chin. Sykes pulls on the hands trying to get free but Tap locks in the hold tighter as he pulls back bending him almost in half.
PERCY: Tap has massive hands and he’s got that locked in tight.
Tap yells at JA who reaches in and tags himself in. He climbs into the ring and charges the opposite ropes returning and hitting a sit down dropkick to the exposed chest. Tap releases the hold and climbs out of the ring as JA makes the cover hooking the far leg.
PERCY: Nice tag!
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Ava runs in and breaks up the count.
CAT: Hey! Super nice girl cheated!
PERCY: Not really Cat.
JA gets to his feet as A-Ref escorts Ava out of the ring. JA pulls Sykes up and tosses him into the corner tagging in Tap. The veteran climbs into the ring and throws several hard knees to the midsection before pulling him away from the corner and locking in a standing facelock. He hoists him up before spiking him in the center of the ring with a brainbuster. Tap walks over and tags in JA who climbs the turnbuckle before leaping off with a giant splash. He hooks the inside leg.
PERCY: More great teamwork from the PAW patrol.
CAT: Jonathan is a big ass dude. That’s a lot of man to fly through the air.
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CAT: Sykes rolls the outside shoulder. Wow I thought he was done.
JA pounds the mat in frustration as he pulls Sykes to his feet and shoots him across the ring. He goes for a closeline but he slides between his legs and pops up on the other side. JA turns around and walks right into a hard right that staggers him. Sykes fires off another before throwing a hard elbow to the jaw that drops him. Sykes gets to his feet and rolls towards Ava before leaping into the air and tagging her in.
PERCY: In comes Ava!
JA gets to one knee just in time to catch a shining wizard to the face putting him on his back. Ava makes the quick cover and hooks the outside leg.
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PERCY: Jonathan kicks out!
Ava pulls JA to a seated position before running the ropes and returning with a savate kick but he catches it and holds on as he rises to his feet. Ava hops on her free leg as JA backs towards his corner pulling her along with him. At the last moment she leaps up and connects with a hard enziguri to the back of his head. He falls backwards into the corner where Tap tags himself in.
CAT: Tapioca is ready to go!
Tap climbs into the ring but before he can get fully inside Ava runs over and kicks him in the face causing him to stumble inside. He regains his composure and grabs Ava around the throat with both hands. He hoists her up for a two handed powerbomb but she breaks free and lands on her feet before delivering a dropkick to his right knee dropping him down to one knee. She takes a step back and fires off a superkick that puts him on his back.
PERCY: Sweet Tooth!
She runs over and tags in Sykes who jumps up to the top rope. He balances himself before launching towards Tap and connecting with a shooting star senton.
PERCY: Eagle’s Landing!
He runs over and knocks JA off the apron and into the barricade before running back over and making the cover.
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CAT: Somehow they pulled it off.
PERCY: Jonathan and Tapioca were close but just not close enough.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here are your winners by pinfall, JOHNNY SYKES AND AVA!!
PERCY: You got to believe that this was an upset, wouldn't you say, Cat?
CAT: No doubt. Just goes to show that sometimes charisma can be instant, Percy.
PERCY: Wait, I'm receiving word from the back. Apparently the GZW Takeover has just arrived! Let's get backstage!
The scene opens up on the GZW Takeover making their way through the hallways to their locker room. Joshua Samson leads the troop, with Raze close by his side off in his own contemplation, while Amanda Reynolds takes up the middle, listening in on the conversation that Shane Lawrence and John Champa are having about their plans later tonight. When the troop reach their destination, Samson comes to a dead stop, almost causing the rest of them to bowl into him, but they catch themselves before that can happen. Dead ahead of them was their locker room, but it was obvious that something had been altered between their time out at ringside during the Opening Bout. The door frame had been replaced with a metal reinforcement, and even the door itself looked heavy duty. There was a bolt action front clasp on the door where someone could push it shut, and apply a pad lock, which would essentially lock it from the outside. Stranger yet, the door was slightly ajar.
Champa and Lawrence make to push past, but Raze throws his hand up to halt the movement, deciding that it was better that he earn his keep as GZW's Insurance Policy. He slowly slips by Samson to take the front, and slides up to the door with his back against the wall for cover. He edges closer to the altered door frame, allowing his head to tilt forward so as to try and see through the crack that the slightly open door makes. He sees some shadows dance across the floor from within, signaling that someone was still lurking, and he casts a warning eye towards Reynolds, Champa, and Lawrence to be ready. In one swift movement Raze peels off the wall, throws his boot forward into the door, and causes it to fly inward.
There, in front of them, lay Red Dragon. The man is barely conscious, and when he looks up to see who it is that has come for him now, they all can see blood pooling from a wound on top of his skull. He tries to croak a response, but his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he slumps lifelessly to the concrete. If it wasn't for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, they would have all thought him dead.
Suddenly a thunderous crack sounds out behind them, and all that are able pivot to see what it was. Amanda Reynolds stumbles forwards, her face a mask of pain and surprise. She falls to her knee's in front of them, revealing Flaming Youth, wielding a steel chair, directly behind her. He flashes the group a boyish grin followed by a wink.
FLAMING YOUTH: Hi, guys!
Muscles tense, bodies crouch backwards for spring, but before anyone can do anything two massive hands appear out of the locker room doorway. The hands snatch Raze and Joshua Samson by the collar of their shirts, twisting the fabric so that it chokes the two men, and then rips back into the confines of the locker room, dragging the two men inside. There's a thud from within, causing Lawrence to look back, and his eyes go wide as Press looms out of the locker room, pulling the door shut, and pushing closed the bolt. He even has time to place the padlock before either Lawrence or Champa have a chance to comprehend what all just happened.
Confusion quickly turns to anger, and Lawrence launches at Press, while Champa does the same to Youth. Youth brings the chair up in front of him as a shield, and Champa latches onto it, momentum knocking both men to the floor. They roll around struggling, both trying to take possession of the chair. Meanwhile, Press reaches down into his jeans pocket for something about the time that Lawrence bowls into him with a spear that knocks him hard into the concrete wall. He is forced to take a few hard fists to his rib cage before finally fishing the item out of his pocket and slipping it on his hand. With a hard shove he sends Lawrence back away from him, and as 'Ryder' makes to come in for more, he gets clocked right across the jaw with a pair of brass knuckles.
Lawrence falls back, but before he can hit the ground, Press catches him by the front of the shirt, spinning him around and slamming him up against the wall one handed. He rares back and sends in another shot, right across the top of the forehead, busting the man open, and sending a cascade of blood down into his face. It's pretty obvious that 'Ryder' is done, but Press continues his assault, placing another two shots into his stomach before finally releasing him. Ryder slides down the wall into a seated position, and looks out at the world through gloss covered eyes.
Press slips the knucks off, and drops them at Lawrence's feet before turning, and stalking towards where Champa and Youth are struggling over the chair. Before he can get there, Amanda Reynolds rises up off her knees, but she doesn't even get the chance to find her bearings before the big man grabs her by the forehead, and sends the back of her skull rushing to meet the hallway wall. There's a sickening splat when she hits, and her eyes flutter, before she goes tumbling to the ground. Press pauses to grimly glance at the blood stain where her skull met the wall.
By this time, the larger Champa manages to get the chair away from Youth, and sits straddling the young man with the chair above his head. Before he can bring it down, however, Press snatches the chair right from his grasp. Champa looks over his shoulder to find his new attacker, and doesn't even get the chance to change the surprise on his expression before the steel chair crashes off the side of his head. The blow throws him off of Youth, who quickly regains his feet, and Press tosses it back to him. Youth begins to drive the top of the seat into Champa's ribs repeatedly. Press turns back to survey the chaos, and can hear the thuds from the other side of the reinforced locker room, Samson talking shit even from behind the door. He looks over his shoulder, where Youth continues to torture Champa with the chair.
PRESS: Let's wrap this up. It's time to send a message.
Youth looks over at Press and nods, cracking Champa across the back one more time for good measure as the scene cuts back to ringside.
Champa and Lawrence make to push past, but Raze throws his hand up to halt the movement, deciding that it was better that he earn his keep as GZW's Insurance Policy. He slowly slips by Samson to take the front, and slides up to the door with his back against the wall for cover. He edges closer to the altered door frame, allowing his head to tilt forward so as to try and see through the crack that the slightly open door makes. He sees some shadows dance across the floor from within, signaling that someone was still lurking, and he casts a warning eye towards Reynolds, Champa, and Lawrence to be ready. In one swift movement Raze peels off the wall, throws his boot forward into the door, and causes it to fly inward.
There, in front of them, lay Red Dragon. The man is barely conscious, and when he looks up to see who it is that has come for him now, they all can see blood pooling from a wound on top of his skull. He tries to croak a response, but his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he slumps lifelessly to the concrete. If it wasn't for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, they would have all thought him dead.
Suddenly a thunderous crack sounds out behind them, and all that are able pivot to see what it was. Amanda Reynolds stumbles forwards, her face a mask of pain and surprise. She falls to her knee's in front of them, revealing Flaming Youth, wielding a steel chair, directly behind her. He flashes the group a boyish grin followed by a wink.
FLAMING YOUTH: Hi, guys!
Muscles tense, bodies crouch backwards for spring, but before anyone can do anything two massive hands appear out of the locker room doorway. The hands snatch Raze and Joshua Samson by the collar of their shirts, twisting the fabric so that it chokes the two men, and then rips back into the confines of the locker room, dragging the two men inside. There's a thud from within, causing Lawrence to look back, and his eyes go wide as Press looms out of the locker room, pulling the door shut, and pushing closed the bolt. He even has time to place the padlock before either Lawrence or Champa have a chance to comprehend what all just happened.
Confusion quickly turns to anger, and Lawrence launches at Press, while Champa does the same to Youth. Youth brings the chair up in front of him as a shield, and Champa latches onto it, momentum knocking both men to the floor. They roll around struggling, both trying to take possession of the chair. Meanwhile, Press reaches down into his jeans pocket for something about the time that Lawrence bowls into him with a spear that knocks him hard into the concrete wall. He is forced to take a few hard fists to his rib cage before finally fishing the item out of his pocket and slipping it on his hand. With a hard shove he sends Lawrence back away from him, and as 'Ryder' makes to come in for more, he gets clocked right across the jaw with a pair of brass knuckles.
Lawrence falls back, but before he can hit the ground, Press catches him by the front of the shirt, spinning him around and slamming him up against the wall one handed. He rares back and sends in another shot, right across the top of the forehead, busting the man open, and sending a cascade of blood down into his face. It's pretty obvious that 'Ryder' is done, but Press continues his assault, placing another two shots into his stomach before finally releasing him. Ryder slides down the wall into a seated position, and looks out at the world through gloss covered eyes.
Press slips the knucks off, and drops them at Lawrence's feet before turning, and stalking towards where Champa and Youth are struggling over the chair. Before he can get there, Amanda Reynolds rises up off her knees, but she doesn't even get the chance to find her bearings before the big man grabs her by the forehead, and sends the back of her skull rushing to meet the hallway wall. There's a sickening splat when she hits, and her eyes flutter, before she goes tumbling to the ground. Press pauses to grimly glance at the blood stain where her skull met the wall.
By this time, the larger Champa manages to get the chair away from Youth, and sits straddling the young man with the chair above his head. Before he can bring it down, however, Press snatches the chair right from his grasp. Champa looks over his shoulder to find his new attacker, and doesn't even get the chance to change the surprise on his expression before the steel chair crashes off the side of his head. The blow throws him off of Youth, who quickly regains his feet, and Press tosses it back to him. Youth begins to drive the top of the seat into Champa's ribs repeatedly. Press turns back to survey the chaos, and can hear the thuds from the other side of the reinforced locker room, Samson talking shit even from behind the door. He looks over his shoulder, where Youth continues to torture Champa with the chair.
PRESS: Let's wrap this up. It's time to send a message.
Youth looks over at Press and nods, cracking Champa across the back one more time for good measure as the scene cuts back to ringside.
Singles Match
Lex Collins versus Aokigahara Zombie
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, THE BOMBTRAX HAVE JUST DESTROYED GZW!!!
CAT: Um....what did he mean by send a message? That looked like a pretty clear freakin' message to me!
PERCY: I have no idea, Cat, but if GZW wanted a war, I think they just found one!
CAT: Well I hate to be the one to call attention away from mayhem and carnage, but Rhonda's in the ring, and we're ready for our next bout.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission...
The lights dim, and the sound of a heartbeat fills the silence, growing a little louder and faster before being replaced with a driving rock beat. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against kicks into gear over the arena sound system, getting an ear-splittingly huge pop from the female fans in attendance.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else
We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New York, New York, he is 'FEARLESS' LEX COLLINS!!
He pauses for a few selfies with fans before hopping up on the apron. Grinning at the crowd, he presses his right fist over his heart to a huge pop before turning and springing over the rope.
PERCY: Lex Collins looks to be in tremendous shape here tonight, and this one should be a great contest considering the caliber of athletes that are involved.
CAT: Damn right, Percy. Lex here's done just about everything there is to do in the sport of Professional Wrestling, and he looks to add even more accolades to his resume here in PAW.
'Courage' by The Minutemen blares out of the speakers and Aokigahara Zombie comes out with his hands in the air. He lets out a roar, and points at the ring with a wide grin. He struts to the ring and high fives a couple of fans as he goes.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his opponent, weighting in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Yamanashi, Japan, he is 'THE MARTYR' AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!!
Zombie reaches the ringside area and hops up on the apron, slipping between the ropes, and throwing his hands into the air once more. The fans cheer as he ducks back into a corner, never letting his eyes leave Lex Collins.
PERCY: I wonder if Calvin Harris will take exception to Zombie calling himself 'The Martyr'.
CAT: Well, Calvin's 'THE Martyr of Professional Wrestling'. I think ole' Zombie there is more of the self sacrifice for the benefit of the fans type. At least that's what I get by all the high fives he handed out to the fans.
PERCY: Both of these guys have their followings, and certainly seem to have this crowd split down the middle on who they enjoy most.
A-Ref has completed his check of the two participants, and takes a step back, signaling for the bell. As soon as the bell chimes, the two men begin to circle one another before launching into a collar-and-elbow-tie-up. Zombie quickly goes for the go behind on Collins, grabbing the man by the waist, and lifting him clear off the ground to tossing him chest first to the mat. Zombie follows him down, never letting go of the waist lock, but spinning upon Collin's back to end up in front of him. He quickly shifts to a front face lock, but Collins manages to slip out of it immediately, and reaches up to hook Zombie by the head for a side head lock instead. Lex manages to hop up to his feet, putting all of his body weight and leverage down into the hold, forcing Zombie to fight to get back to his. Eventually, however, he does, and he fires a few right hands into Collin's stomach at the same time that he begins forcing him towards the ropes.
PERCY: These two men are evenly matched, both having a striking type background along with a well versed knowledge of submissions.
CAT: Yeah, well of the two options, I'd prefer they start hitting each other rather than play grab ass like this.
PERCY: Oh, Cat...You have absolutely no appreciation for the sport of wrestling do you?
CAT: Sure I do, Percy. I just like it better when they are bashing each other's brains out!
As Percy shakes his head at his color commentator, Zombie pushes Collins into the ropes, and shoots him off to the other side. Zombie meets him in the ring, but upon Collins rebounding, he barrels in with a shoulder tackle that sends Zombie thundering to the mat. Collins moves in to position, and leaps into the air for an elbow drop, but Zombie swiftly rolls out of the way. Lex eats nothing but mat, and Zombie hops up to his feet, and leaps for one of his own. This time it's Collins who rolls out of the way, and both men manage to get up to their feet at the same time.
PERCY: It's obvious that these two have done their homework.
CAT: They're reading each other like the back of their hand!
As Zombie moves in to grab for Collins, Lex suddenly drops to the ground, catching the man in a drop toe hold that sends him thundering to the mat. While their legs are still tangled, Collins shifts the rest of his body to come across Zombie's back, hooking him around the head with both arms, and wrenching back into an STF.
PERCY: Big time submission from Collins right out of the gate, and he's got Zombie almost dead center of the ring!
CAT: Yeah, The Martyr has no where to go!
The fans come to their feet as Collins torques back on Zombie, A-Ref firmly out in front of him, ready to make the call. Aoki doesn't let the hold settle in for long before he starts clawing at the canvas, dragging he and Lex towards the ropes. The fans come to their feet in anticipation as Zombie reaches out for the ropes, and just as he's about to get his fingertips to touch, Collins lets go. He untangles himself from Zombie, gets quickly to his feet, and then drops a knee down into the center of the mans spine, followed by another one. Zombie grabs hold of the ropes, and helps himself up to his feet, as Collins moves in with a stiff boot to the gut that knocks Zombie back into the corner. Collins moves in to continues his assault, but Aoki, as quick as a cat, ducks out of the way, drops to the ground, and delivers a drop toe hold to Lex that sends him crashing face first into the middle turnbuckle.
PERCY: Tit-for-Tat I suppose with the drop toe holds.
CAT: You just wanted to say Tit, Percy.
Zombie comes up quickly, massaging his lower back from the STF, and takes a few steps back towards the center of the ring. With Collins still partially draped across the middle turnbuckle, Zombies takes off in a sprint, bringing his knee up at the last second to drive it into the back of the man's head and driving it deeper into the turnbuckle.
PERCY: Wow, that'll give you a concussion!
CAT: No kidding!
Lex cradles his head, as Zombie lifts him up, and shoves him back first into the corner. He then proceeds to climb up to the second turnbuckle, and looks out at the crowd who cheers, while he raises his fist, and begins hammering down into Lex's head. The crowd gets into it, and begin to count along with him.
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...
9...
10!!!
At Ten Aoki drops to the mat and steps out of the way, allowing Lex to stumble out of the corner. He hops up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle, before coming off the second rope, catching Lex around the head and driving him face first down to the mat with a bulldog. He quickly pushes him over and goes for the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Thr-Kick Out! Lex got the shoulder up, but he's in trouble. Aokigahara Zombie is focusing on cracking the man's skull open!
CAT: See, now this is the kind of wrestling I can get behind!
Zombie comes up to his feet, pulling Lex with him, and takes the man by the wrist and forces him back into the ropes. He shoots him off, and as Lex rebounds, he moves in to catch him with what looks like a backdrop, but Lex is able to slow his momentum, and instead, leaps into the air, and brings the back of his leg down across Zombie's head for a famasser.
PERCY: Wrong Way Kid by Collins!
CAT: I'll say! And he's going for a cover of his own!
1...
2...
Thre-Zombie kicks out at the last second, and immediately flips over and starts crawling towards the ropes. Lex shakes his head a few times to shake the cobwebs, and then gets to his feet about the same time that Aoki reaches the apron. He starts over that way, and just as he's about to reach down and grab Zombie, The Martyr slaps his hands away, causing Collins to return fire with vicious stomps to Zombie's midsection, knocking him all the way out of the ring to the concrete floor.
PERCY: Aokigahara Zombie is as tenacious as they come, and wouldn't let Collins grab hold of him there, but it only served to piss Lex off.
CAT: Yeah, if these two keep up with the back and forth they've maintained so far, I figure we'll see more frustrated outbursts like that.
The fans cheer as Lex Collins slips through the ropes to land on the outside beside Zombie, lifting him up to shove him back in the ring. Before he can even get a good hold, Zombie lashes out with a back elbow that catches Collins flush on the Jaw, knocking him back a step. As Collins tries to recover, and move back in on Zombie, The Martyr surprises everyone by jamming his fingers into Lex's mouth for his finisher.
PERCY: ITAI CLAW! ITAI CLAW! Zombie has his version of the mandible claw locked onto Lex Collins!
CAT: Ewwwww!! He's got his fingers in the other guy's mouth! There's no telling where they've been!!
While Caitlin can be heard dry heaving off camera, Lex Collins falls back against the guard rail with Aokigahara Zombie standing over him, his fingers still shoved down his gullet. The fans are on their feet, as Lex Collins begins to hammer right hands into Zombie's face. Aoki absorbs the first couple, but after the third he can be seen starting to buckle. Finally, he let's loose of Collins and stumbles back over to the ring apron, where A-Ref is going mad trying to get the men back in the ring. Zombie slides under the rope, and comes up to his feet in the ring, telling the official 'no' to a count out on Collins. A-Ref, confused, holds his hands out to his sides, while Zombie makes his way to the opposite side of the ring. Just as Collins pushes off the guard rail to get on his own two feet, Zombie takes off, sprinting across the ring, and dives through the middle and top rope. Collins, however, falls out of the way, and Aoki soars into the steel guard rail with a crash.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! Aokigahara Zombie may be dead!
CAT: Come on, Percy. You're always so dramatic. It was a nasty spill, but I'm sure he'll recover.
Lex steps over to where Zombie crashed and burned, and helps the man up to his feet, and then tosses him head first under the bottom rope into the ring. Collins slips in behind him, rolling him towards the center of the ring, and then goes for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Good lord, how did he get out of that. His skull compressed down into his neck when he hit the guardrail.
CAT: I told you, Percy. This guy is oriental. They are into some real hardcore shit over there, and I'm not just talking about wrestling.
Collins and Zombie both lay there on the mat for a moment, and A-Ref looks each one of them over, and then begins the count. He only gets to five before either man begins to stir, and by seven both are up to one knee. On the count of eight both men get to their feet, and then eye one another from across the ring. The fans come to their feet with cheers for both men, and a chant breaks out.
CROWD: ZOMBIE!! COLLINS!! ZOMBIE!! COLLINS!!
Lex steps towards the center of the ring, when Zombie comes rushing towards him, looking for a clothesline. Collins quickly steps to the side, catching Zombie with his arms, lifting him up into a tilt-a-whirl, and then sits straight down into a side slam.
PERCY: THE MIND KILLER TO ZOMBIE FROM LEX!
CAT: He's going for the cover!
1...
2...
Thre-At the last second Zombie shoots his arm up off the canvas, and the fans come alive, resuming their chant as Lex Collins checks with A-Ref to make sure it wasn't three. Not wanting to waste too much time, Lex peels Aoki off the mat, and pushes him into the ropes only to shoot him to the far side. Zombie comes sailing back, and Collins ducks the head for a back body drop, but Aoki rolls right over Lex's back to end up behind him. When Collins turns around, Zombie shows an amazing feat of strength as he gorilla presses Lex into the air, and then gives him a short toss before falling straight back, and tucking his knee's into his chest. Collins comes crashing down onto The Martyr's knees with a gut buster, and bounces off to the side clutching at his ribs.
PERCY: HIGHS AND LOWS BY ZOMBIE!!
CAT: Damn if this whole match hasn't been one signature right after another!
PERCY: Now that could be a mistake right there, as Aokigahara Zombie didn't go for the cover, but has opted instead to go up top.
CAT: Doesn't he do a head butt off the top shades of the Dynamite Kid?
PERCY: Indeed he does, but I think it would have been more prudent for him to try for the cover after such a devastating move rather than go for broke.
CAT: Well, I guess that's why you're an announcer, Percy, and not one of these guys in the ring.
Percival rolls his eyes at Caitlin just about the time that Zombie reaches the top turnbuckle. He gets himself in position, and slowly begins to rise to his full height, lifting his arms above his head to point up into the rafters. Just as it appears that he's going to leap, Collins comes up to one knee, and lunges at the ropes, catching the top with his hand, and jerking it profusely. Zombie teeters on the turnbuckle, his balance shaken, before falling straight down to crotch himself across the top turnbuckle. The fans cheer at the uncomfortable landing, and Collins stumbles in, shoving Zombie back up into a seated position from where he was hunkered over in surprise and pain. Collins, breathing heavy, steps up to the second turnbuckle, holding Zombie by a fistful of hair, and hammering right hands down into his forehead. The fans are so into it that they begin to count along as they did before for Zombie.
5...
6...
7...
8...
9...
10!!!
PERCY: This capacity crowd can't decide on which one of these superstars that they are going to rally behind.
CAT: With this kind back and forth action, why not both?
PERCY: Point taken, Cat.
With Zombie pretty well rocked by the right hands, Collins throws his opponents arm over his head, and hooks Zombie around his. The crowd come to their feet as Collins gets a hand full of pants, and lifts Aoki off the top turnbuckle, suspends him there for just a moment, and then falls back to come crashing down in the center of the ring with a super-plex. The roof dam near blows off the arena as A-Ref clutches his mask, unsure of what to do as both men writhe around clutching their backs.
PERCY: By God, if Aokigahara Zombie wanted someone to bring a fight to him, I think that he found it in Lex Collins!
CAT: No shit! And that Zombie guy....he's.....he's not even human. He just keeps rising back up from the brink, like a....a......hell, a Zombie!
PERCY: A-Ref's started the count, and he's already reached four. After all these guys have been through, I sure hope it doesn't end this way.
6...
7...
8...
At the count of eight Lex rolls over onto his side with his arm high into the air.
9...
And just before A-Ref can get to ten, he completes the roll, draping his arm over Aokigahara Zombie's chest. A-Ref instinctively drops to make the pin.
1...
2...
THRE-----KICK OUT! The entire arena comes alive as Zombie somehow manages to lift his shoulder off the mat at the last possible nano-second. Lex Collins has a look of disbelief and misery on his face as he shakes his head in shock. Eventually he gets to one knee, and then pushes up, staring down at Zombie with his hands on his hips. After only a second, a look of determination washes over him, and he reaches down to grab Aoki by the arm.
PERCY: It looks like Lex Collins is going for that Fujiwara Armbar he calls Wreckage! He's dislocated shoulders with this move!
CAT: Awesome! Now we get to see if the little Asian dude pops!
PERCY: It looks like Lex is having a little trouble getting the hold on cause Zombie is wriggling against him.
CAT: I'm surprised he has anything left to struggle with.
Just then, Aoki manages to roll onto his back, pulling Lex down towards him, while thrusting his fingers back into Collin's mouth.
PERCY: ITAI CLAW AGAIN! I can't believe this....Lex is struggling, wait...He just dropped down onto Zombie, and hooked his leg, with the claw still rammed down his throat!
1...
2...
PERCY: Thre...NO! Zombie kicked out, but that in turn forced the hold to be broken! Lex Collins back peddling now, spitting to try and clear his pallet.
CAT: Clear his pallet? Percy, the man just had a sweaty Asian guy named Zombie shove his fingers into his mouth! How does one clear their pallet after that without some strong alcohol.
PERCY: Either way, it's given Aoki time to get back to his feet, and her comes Lex with a Hay Maker like right hand, but Aoki ducks it...slips his head between Lex's arm, AND OH MY GOD!
CAT: Is his head supposed to bend like that?
PERCY: TO THE LOST ON LEX COLLINS! Zombie for the cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
The crowd erupts as Zombie falls off of Lex to lie flat on his back, sucking in wind, while Rhonda makes the call.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match by pinfall, 'The Martyr' AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!
PERCY: What a match put on by these guys! This one was insane!
CAT: You got that right. i thought Collins was going to take it for sure, but then the Zombie guy came out of nowhere! I guess that's one advantage to having what must be the most disgusting submission holds in wrestling in your arsenal.
PERCY: It definitely served it's purpose here...hey....wait, someone's coming over the barricade!
The fans rise to their feet as Caleb James O’Donnell jumps over the ring barricade and slides underneath the bottom ropes. Zombie, whose finally gotten to his feet, turns around and O’Donnell clobbers him with a weapon in his hand.
PERCY: What did Caleb hit him with?
CAT: I think it was a lead pipe or something.
Caleb turns around to the camera and shows that it was a shillelagh that Zombie was hit with. As Caleb stands over the body of Zombie he looks at Lex Collins in the ring and nods his head.
PERCY: Is Caleb and Lex forming an alliance in front of our eyes.
CAT: Well you know O’Donnell has a stable called Unstable and in that group is Lex’s wife Claire.
PERCY: Is Unstable starting to form before our very eyes tonight?
CAT: Maybe you never know what is going on inside the mind of one CJ O’Donnell like why did he attack Zombie tonight?
PERCY: Very true. I am sure we will find out the answers soon enough, but while Zombie receives some medical attention, I hear that Ji has finally caught up to Lady Munin over this BombTrax ordeal. Let's check it out.
Ji ran through the backstage halls like a man possessed, and despite there being something obviously wrong, it was hard to put a handle on exactly what that could be. Judging by his eyes, one would think fear, excitement, disgust, shock, maybe even a dash of satisfaction. Either way, the production crew and wrestlers who saw him coming, made sure to give him a wide berth, as this was the kind of expression that spelled out trouble. He turned the corner at break neck speed, almost falling over himself before regaining his balance, and speeding on. When he reached the door that led him to Munin's office, he barreled in without his usual courtesy knock, launching into his concerns before he even looked to see if anyone was there.
JI: Lady Munin...(breath)....BombTrax...(breath)....Bad....(breath)....so very bad.
Munin looked up from latest contract with a look tinged with more exasperation than panic.
LADY MUNIN: Ji...use your words.
Ji hung his head for a minute to try and calm down and catch his breath. When he looked up again, his eyes still spoke panic, but his voice was clearer.
JI: The BombTrax just attacked GZW! It was terrible. I've never seen anything like it, and they took John Champa prisoner. I think they mean to kill him.
Munin bit the inside of her mouth, she knew that she shouldn't be as amused as she was.
LADY MUNIN: Well that wouldn't be covered by our insurance.
Ji blew out a gust of air, and stared at Munin, exasperated.
JI: I know what they did to you, but I'm not joking. If you had seen what I just saw, you wouldn't be so cavalier. The last anyone saw of them, they were heading for the roof access. What good do you think will come of them taking John Champa to the roof?
Munin looked at her assistant with a look full of innocence.
LADY MUNIN: Maybe they just thought he could use a little air.
JI: Munin for the love of Prada, think of what will happen if that dip shit gets tossed off the building. Think of the insurance, and the criminal charges!
Setting her paper to the side Munin just barely resisted rolling her eyes.
LADY MUNIN: True...
Standing with a sigh she smoothed her hands down her red dress front.
LADY MUNIN: Let's go.
Lady Munin rises from her desk and follows Ji out the door as the scene fades back to ringside.
JI: Lady Munin...(breath)....BombTrax...(breath)....Bad....(breath)....so very bad.
Munin looked up from latest contract with a look tinged with more exasperation than panic.
LADY MUNIN: Ji...use your words.
Ji hung his head for a minute to try and calm down and catch his breath. When he looked up again, his eyes still spoke panic, but his voice was clearer.
JI: The BombTrax just attacked GZW! It was terrible. I've never seen anything like it, and they took John Champa prisoner. I think they mean to kill him.
Munin bit the inside of her mouth, she knew that she shouldn't be as amused as she was.
LADY MUNIN: Well that wouldn't be covered by our insurance.
Ji blew out a gust of air, and stared at Munin, exasperated.
JI: I know what they did to you, but I'm not joking. If you had seen what I just saw, you wouldn't be so cavalier. The last anyone saw of them, they were heading for the roof access. What good do you think will come of them taking John Champa to the roof?
Munin looked at her assistant with a look full of innocence.
LADY MUNIN: Maybe they just thought he could use a little air.
JI: Munin for the love of Prada, think of what will happen if that dip shit gets tossed off the building. Think of the insurance, and the criminal charges!
Setting her paper to the side Munin just barely resisted rolling her eyes.
LADY MUNIN: True...
Standing with a sigh she smoothed her hands down her red dress front.
LADY MUNIN: Let's go.
Lady Munin rises from her desk and follows Ji out the door as the scene fades back to ringside.
Singles Match
Roy Baker versus Annabel Lee
PERCY: Sounds to me like Lady Munin didn't really care that John Champa's life might be in danger.
CAT: Why should she, Percy? It was Champa who blasted her over the head with that steel chair at Heat Stroke.
PERCY: Well, we'll see how this all plays out I guess when she catches up with The BombTrax, but for right now we've got action scheduled for the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission...
'Break Me' by Six Side Die begins over the arena speakers, melodic guitar calmly picked as 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 it, 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 made it to the middle of the road in the Sixteen Man Battle Royal at Heat Stroke, but ended up getting eliminated by the French Mime Assassins. It should be interesting to see what he can do here against a relatively new comer in Annabel Lee.
As the opening notes of “Best Day of My Life” hit the sound system Annabel appears at the entrance. A glowing smile is plastered across her face as she starts down the ramp toward the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his opponent, coming to us from Portland, Oregon, and weighting in at 121 pounds. This marks her debut match here in PAW, and she is...ANNABEL LEE!!
She can't help but start to dance along with the music about half way to the ring, and her smile grows even wider at the announcement of her name. She slaps a few hands before rolling in under the bottom rope and springing up to her feet. Pressing the fingertips of both hands to her lips, she blows a big kiss out to the audience and bounces up and down in her corner, loosening up for the match.
PERCY: Little is known about Annabel Lee other than her father helped to train her and get her the gig. From what I understand, this is going to be her first real wrestling match ever.
CAT: Must be nice to have that kind of pull right out of the gate, but she better be willing to earn it here in PAW.
The bell sounds, and Roy Baker and Annabel Lee begin to circle one another. Baker moves in for a tie up, but Annabel Lee uses her size and quickness to duck under, and ends up behind Baker with a waist lock. She struggles to move the bigger man, and a well placed elbow to her jaw sends her sprawling back into the ropes. Baker is quick on the attack, as he moves in with right hands that rock the greenhorn's head back. Finally, he takes her by the wrist, and whips her to the far side, stepping out to the center of the ring only to send her crashing to the mat with a shoulder tackle.
PERCY: Well, Roy Baker has definitely taken control of this match early.
CAT: I bet Daddy didn't hit her like that.
Baker sneers down at Lee, and falls back against the ropes for some momentum. Annabel flips over onto her stomach, forcing Roy to hop over her or trip, but he continues on to the ropes to continue his spring. Lee hops up to her feet quickly, and as Roy comes rushing back towards her, she springs into the air and nails him with a drop kick. Baker drops to one knee, a product of the sudden stop of his momentum than any result of real damage, and quickly pops back to vertical. Lee comes right in with another drop kick, this one sending him farther back towards the ropes. With the crowd behind her, Lee pops back up, and goes for one more drop kick, however, this time, Roy swats her feet away so that all she finds is unforgiving canvas.
PERCY: It's obvious that Annabel Lee has had training, but that just shows you what ring experience will buy you. She's telegraphing all of her moves to Roy.
CAT: Yep. It's like a calf being led to slaughter.
Roy moves in, grabbing Annabel by a handful of her hair, and leads her to a corner where he drives her face first into the top turnbuckle. He grabs her by the arm, and sends her sailing across the ring to the opposite side. Just when it looks like she's about to strike the turnbuckles, she throws her foot out to catch the middle one, stopping her momentum. Baker rushes in from across the ring, but Lee deftly slips through the ropes to the apron, while Roy runs chest first into the top turnbuckle. He stumbles out in surprise as Annabel grabs hold of the top rope, and uses it to springboard herself into the ring, throwing both feet into Roy's chest, and finally sending him down to the mat. Roy makes a move to get up, but Annabel, never letting loose the top rope, turns to face the corner, hops up to the second rope for spring, and then sends the rest of her flying out of the corner to land on Roy with an elbow drop.
PERCY: Now we're seeing some fire out of the newcomer!
CAT: Question is, can she keep it?
Annabel goes for a quick cover, but Roy powers out before A-Ref can even make with one, and she quickly gets to her feet. Roy gets to one knee when Lee takes a few steps back, and rushes forwards to go for an Inzuguri. Roy ducks her foot as it whizzes over his head, and Annabel ends up face first on the canvas in front of him. She quickly scrambles to get to her feet, but Roy catches her by the arm, spins her around, locks his fingers behind her head, and then drops straight back with his knees pulled to his chest. Annabel comes down chest and face first across his knees, and then snaps back to the canvas from the impact.
PERCY: GOODNIGHT, SWEET PRINCE!
CAT: Exactly!
PERCY: No, that's the name of the move. Roy's going for a cover, and this could be over!
1...
2...
THRE-KICK OUT! Roy Baker pops up off of Lee and makes a B-Line for A-Ref, slapping his hands three times right in the mans face. The two men argue over the count as Annabel groggily sits up cradling her chest. She looks over to where Roy's back is to her, and she scurries on all fours only to hook him through the legs, and trip him over into a roll up pin.
1...
2...
PERCY: Th-Kick Out by Roy, and he's back up and doesn't look happy. OH, DAMN! Reigning stomps down into Annabel Lee like a man possessed!
CAT: That'll teach her!
Roy finishes the series of stomps with one final boot to Annabel's head, before reaching down and grabbing the woman's leg. He steps through as if he might be going for a figure four, but Annabel suddenly comes alive, squirming, and kicking for all she's worth. One of the random flailing feet catches Roy in the jaw, and he drops the leg, stumbling away holding his face. He turns back around with intentions of violence clear on his expression, but as he moves in towards her, Lee quickly reaches up, hooks him around the head, and takes him down into a small package.
1...
2...
PERCY: Kick Out by Roy, and he's back up again, but this time so is Annabel Lee!
CAT: I think she's learning just how to piss Roy Baker off in this match. She better come up with some real offense quick, or he's going to destroy her.
Roy goes for a right hand, but Annabel ducks it, slipping to the side of Roy, and sending a stiff kick into his midsection. Roy turns into the blow, and goes for a clothesline, but nimbly Annabel ducks this as well. When Roy spins to face her, he's caught with a spin kick to the face that sends him stumbling back into the ropes. When he's sprung forwards, he walks right into another one that sends him crashing down to the mat. Annabel quickly drops for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Roy Baker got rocked by those spin kicks, and I think she calls them the AnnaBELL Ringer.
CAT: Cute, but wasn't enough to put Baker away. She's going to have to get a little nastier than that.
Annabel excitedly gets to her feet, pulling Baker up along with her, and hooks him around the head for a suplex. Try as she might she can't get him off the ground, and eventually he hooks her by the tights, and takes her over instead. Baker gets up rubbing his jaw, and jerks Annabel Lee up with authority, before tucking her head under his arm, and hooking both of her arms. He looks out at the crowd with a smug grin, and they answer him with boo's.
PERCY: Looks like Roy is setting Lee up for the Dethrone...OH! Annabel with unbelievable strength sent Roy up and over with a back body drop!
CAT: Yeah, but it was pretty sloppy. That was way too much weight for her to handle, and only worked because she caught him off guard.
PERCY: Yeah, but did you see how Roy landed on his head on the way down. He's back on his feet, but he just propped up in the corner holding his neck. A-Ref is over there checking on him, but he's waving him off. Roy starting out of the corner now, BUT HERE COMES ANNABEL LEE WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE KNEE TO THE CHEST! Roy just got hammer and anviled between the impact from the knees and the turnbuckles, and Lee rocking backwards into a Monkey Flip, and she actually got him over! There's a pin!
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: I can't frickin' believe it!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pin fall, ANNABEL LEE!!
PERCY: This is amazing! The fans are actually on their feet applauding this newcomer, who just got a major upset over Roy Baker.
CAT: Who knows, maybe the roles were reversed here. Maybe she taught Roy Baker that he shouldn't play with his food.
PERCY: Right. There were several times it looked like Roy had this match in the bag, but Annabel Lee just surprised the crap out of all of us.
CAT: Oh, Shit! Percy....I'm getting word from the back. A camera's finally caught up to The BombTrax!
PERCY: What are we waiting for...Go, go, go!
CAT: Why should she, Percy? It was Champa who blasted her over the head with that steel chair at Heat Stroke.
PERCY: Well, we'll see how this all plays out I guess when she catches up with The BombTrax, but for right now we've got action scheduled for the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission...
'Break Me' by Six Side Die begins over the arena speakers, melodic guitar calmly picked as 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 it, 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 made it to the middle of the road in the Sixteen Man Battle Royal at Heat Stroke, but ended up getting eliminated by the French Mime Assassins. It should be interesting to see what he can do here against a relatively new comer in Annabel Lee.
As the opening notes of “Best Day of My Life” hit the sound system Annabel appears at the entrance. A glowing smile is plastered across her face as she starts down the ramp toward the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his opponent, coming to us from Portland, Oregon, and weighting in at 121 pounds. This marks her debut match here in PAW, and she is...ANNABEL LEE!!
She can't help but start to dance along with the music about half way to the ring, and her smile grows even wider at the announcement of her name. She slaps a few hands before rolling in under the bottom rope and springing up to her feet. Pressing the fingertips of both hands to her lips, she blows a big kiss out to the audience and bounces up and down in her corner, loosening up for the match.
PERCY: Little is known about Annabel Lee other than her father helped to train her and get her the gig. From what I understand, this is going to be her first real wrestling match ever.
CAT: Must be nice to have that kind of pull right out of the gate, but she better be willing to earn it here in PAW.
The bell sounds, and Roy Baker and Annabel Lee begin to circle one another. Baker moves in for a tie up, but Annabel Lee uses her size and quickness to duck under, and ends up behind Baker with a waist lock. She struggles to move the bigger man, and a well placed elbow to her jaw sends her sprawling back into the ropes. Baker is quick on the attack, as he moves in with right hands that rock the greenhorn's head back. Finally, he takes her by the wrist, and whips her to the far side, stepping out to the center of the ring only to send her crashing to the mat with a shoulder tackle.
PERCY: Well, Roy Baker has definitely taken control of this match early.
CAT: I bet Daddy didn't hit her like that.
Baker sneers down at Lee, and falls back against the ropes for some momentum. Annabel flips over onto her stomach, forcing Roy to hop over her or trip, but he continues on to the ropes to continue his spring. Lee hops up to her feet quickly, and as Roy comes rushing back towards her, she springs into the air and nails him with a drop kick. Baker drops to one knee, a product of the sudden stop of his momentum than any result of real damage, and quickly pops back to vertical. Lee comes right in with another drop kick, this one sending him farther back towards the ropes. With the crowd behind her, Lee pops back up, and goes for one more drop kick, however, this time, Roy swats her feet away so that all she finds is unforgiving canvas.
PERCY: It's obvious that Annabel Lee has had training, but that just shows you what ring experience will buy you. She's telegraphing all of her moves to Roy.
CAT: Yep. It's like a calf being led to slaughter.
Roy moves in, grabbing Annabel by a handful of her hair, and leads her to a corner where he drives her face first into the top turnbuckle. He grabs her by the arm, and sends her sailing across the ring to the opposite side. Just when it looks like she's about to strike the turnbuckles, she throws her foot out to catch the middle one, stopping her momentum. Baker rushes in from across the ring, but Lee deftly slips through the ropes to the apron, while Roy runs chest first into the top turnbuckle. He stumbles out in surprise as Annabel grabs hold of the top rope, and uses it to springboard herself into the ring, throwing both feet into Roy's chest, and finally sending him down to the mat. Roy makes a move to get up, but Annabel, never letting loose the top rope, turns to face the corner, hops up to the second rope for spring, and then sends the rest of her flying out of the corner to land on Roy with an elbow drop.
PERCY: Now we're seeing some fire out of the newcomer!
CAT: Question is, can she keep it?
Annabel goes for a quick cover, but Roy powers out before A-Ref can even make with one, and she quickly gets to her feet. Roy gets to one knee when Lee takes a few steps back, and rushes forwards to go for an Inzuguri. Roy ducks her foot as it whizzes over his head, and Annabel ends up face first on the canvas in front of him. She quickly scrambles to get to her feet, but Roy catches her by the arm, spins her around, locks his fingers behind her head, and then drops straight back with his knees pulled to his chest. Annabel comes down chest and face first across his knees, and then snaps back to the canvas from the impact.
PERCY: GOODNIGHT, SWEET PRINCE!
CAT: Exactly!
PERCY: No, that's the name of the move. Roy's going for a cover, and this could be over!
1...
2...
THRE-KICK OUT! Roy Baker pops up off of Lee and makes a B-Line for A-Ref, slapping his hands three times right in the mans face. The two men argue over the count as Annabel groggily sits up cradling her chest. She looks over to where Roy's back is to her, and she scurries on all fours only to hook him through the legs, and trip him over into a roll up pin.
1...
2...
PERCY: Th-Kick Out by Roy, and he's back up and doesn't look happy. OH, DAMN! Reigning stomps down into Annabel Lee like a man possessed!
CAT: That'll teach her!
Roy finishes the series of stomps with one final boot to Annabel's head, before reaching down and grabbing the woman's leg. He steps through as if he might be going for a figure four, but Annabel suddenly comes alive, squirming, and kicking for all she's worth. One of the random flailing feet catches Roy in the jaw, and he drops the leg, stumbling away holding his face. He turns back around with intentions of violence clear on his expression, but as he moves in towards her, Lee quickly reaches up, hooks him around the head, and takes him down into a small package.
1...
2...
PERCY: Kick Out by Roy, and he's back up again, but this time so is Annabel Lee!
CAT: I think she's learning just how to piss Roy Baker off in this match. She better come up with some real offense quick, or he's going to destroy her.
Roy goes for a right hand, but Annabel ducks it, slipping to the side of Roy, and sending a stiff kick into his midsection. Roy turns into the blow, and goes for a clothesline, but nimbly Annabel ducks this as well. When Roy spins to face her, he's caught with a spin kick to the face that sends him stumbling back into the ropes. When he's sprung forwards, he walks right into another one that sends him crashing down to the mat. Annabel quickly drops for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Roy Baker got rocked by those spin kicks, and I think she calls them the AnnaBELL Ringer.
CAT: Cute, but wasn't enough to put Baker away. She's going to have to get a little nastier than that.
Annabel excitedly gets to her feet, pulling Baker up along with her, and hooks him around the head for a suplex. Try as she might she can't get him off the ground, and eventually he hooks her by the tights, and takes her over instead. Baker gets up rubbing his jaw, and jerks Annabel Lee up with authority, before tucking her head under his arm, and hooking both of her arms. He looks out at the crowd with a smug grin, and they answer him with boo's.
PERCY: Looks like Roy is setting Lee up for the Dethrone...OH! Annabel with unbelievable strength sent Roy up and over with a back body drop!
CAT: Yeah, but it was pretty sloppy. That was way too much weight for her to handle, and only worked because she caught him off guard.
PERCY: Yeah, but did you see how Roy landed on his head on the way down. He's back on his feet, but he just propped up in the corner holding his neck. A-Ref is over there checking on him, but he's waving him off. Roy starting out of the corner now, BUT HERE COMES ANNABEL LEE WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE KNEE TO THE CHEST! Roy just got hammer and anviled between the impact from the knees and the turnbuckles, and Lee rocking backwards into a Monkey Flip, and she actually got him over! There's a pin!
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: I can't frickin' believe it!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pin fall, ANNABEL LEE!!
PERCY: This is amazing! The fans are actually on their feet applauding this newcomer, who just got a major upset over Roy Baker.
CAT: Who knows, maybe the roles were reversed here. Maybe she taught Roy Baker that he shouldn't play with his food.
PERCY: Right. There were several times it looked like Roy had this match in the bag, but Annabel Lee just surprised the crap out of all of us.
CAT: Oh, Shit! Percy....I'm getting word from the back. A camera's finally caught up to The BombTrax!
PERCY: What are we waiting for...Go, go, go!
When the scene opens up, the camera is focused on the face of John Champa. 'The Big Shot' has seen better days. He has multiple lacerations and contusions all over his face, his left eye has been almost completely shut due to swelling, and his bottom lip has been busted open as well. As the camera scrolls back to encompass the entire scene, it is seen that his arms have been stretched out to either side of him by chords of rope that are tied around his wrists. He's being suspended by two polls sticking up out of the gravel surface, so much so that his feet barely touch the ground. His shirt has been partially ripped from his body, and he hangs in this awkward position limply, barely able to lift his head. A crunching sound signals that someone is approaching, and after a few seconds, The BombTrax appear on camera. Press steps right up to Champa with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and pours it over the mans head, drenching him. This brings some new life into 'Greatness in the Flesh' as he writhes, spits, and sputters, letting out a moan before settling back down. Press never takes his eyes off of him, but Youth slips in front of the camera to take center stage.
YOUTH: I know, I know. This shit probably seems a little intense right now, but lest we forget, this guy right here put hands on Munin, and that just doesn't stand. Now before you GZW bastards get all up in arms, and decide you want to go after The Lady one more time, make no mistake. This...
He waves his hand back at Champa.
YOUTH: This was all our doing. We orchestrated it. We put it into motion. We laid this fight down at your doorstep. You've been running those cum dumpsters you call mouths for the better part of three months now, ever since fucking March, and up til now, we haven't really had much of a response. We decided to let Saint, Tap, and Alexander have their shot at you. Seemed only fair really, considering they are the ones that you guys have been dumping on week in and week out.
Youth sighs, and holds up a wagging finger.
YOUTH: But then you just had to go there at Heat Stroke. You couldn't settle on cracking those three eggs. No, you had to go for broke. You just had to put your hands on Munin. Newsflash, boys, if you haven't figured out tonight that that was a fucking mistake, then I'm not sure we can beat it into you anymore clearly, but god damn if we won't try.
Youth winks, but retains his grim face as he grabs hold of the camera lens, and directs it to show exactly where they are. As the camera pans, it becomes evident that they are not in a gravel parking lot, but on the roof of the Houma Terrabonne Civic Center. A muted explosion from the crowd inside and below them can be heard even out on the roof, and Youth grins as Press, in the background, cuts Champa down from his restraints. It's obvious that 'The Big Shot' wants nothing more than to hit the ground, but Press doesn't allow it, half dragging/helping the man towards the edge of the roof where Youth now leads the camera. Press grabs a handful of what little shirt is left on Champa's body, and whirls him around to where now, the only thing keeping him from teetering over the edge to the street below is that thin piece of fabric.
YOUTH: You see, what happened earlier tonight, that wasn't the message. That was just to get your attention. The beating we just laid on John Champa, that wasn't the message. That was just retribution for a misdeed. This, what's about to happen, now that's the fucking message!
Youth snarls, getting right back into the face of the camera.
YOUTH: GZW is fucking dead, and we are about to prove it.
Just then a loud boom can be heard from behind the camera, and it swings around to see Lady Munin standing in the roof access doorway, flanked by a terrified Ji, and a scornful 4Loco. Munin holds up her hand for the other two to stay where they are, and she slowly makes her way further out onto the roof. She comes to a stop just in front of the camera, the wind whipping her dress and hair around in a mesmerizing way. Youth backed up, and she searched the man's eyes for any sign if they would go through with this mad plan. She saw that he didn't know, so turned her gaze to Press. In the big man's eyes she saw the universe turn in on itself til it was a pin prick, and then explode like the stories of the galaxies creation. She saw tribal men stalking their prey, she saw children playing with toys made from wood and bone, and saw man and woman making love. Then she see's man standing over man, bloodied stone in his hand, perhaps the first murder, and that's when she knows. Press had every intention of going through with this.
She stepped forward, now standing closer to Youth, and the camera panned around so that all four people were now in this precarious shot.
LADY MUNIN: Press, don't do this. Not even he deserves it.
If it were possible, Press' face went even darker as he regarded his boss, and he snorted. He shook his head, and pulled John Champa from the edge of the roof, and turned him loose so that he could fall to his knees at their feet. Press looked back up at Munin, and something flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed Champa by the sides of his head with his massive grip, jerked the man forward, tucking his head between his legs. He reached forward around his waist, and turned to look the Lady in the face.
PRESS: You're right. He deserves this.
Hoisting him up onto his chest in a seated position, he takes a step towards the edge of the roof before tossing him out for a Press Release Powerbomb right over the side. There's only a few seconds of silence before a tremendous crash echoes up to the roof, where Press and Youth both stare over the edge. Munin steps up beside them, looking over to see the damage for herself. Finally, the camera moves in, peering over the side to view John Champa laid out, bloody and broken, poetically inside the destroyed confines of an ambulance. Stunned medical officials and EMT's run around the scene, a few climbing up into the ambulance to attend to the wounded directly. A chuckle brings the view back up to Press, and Youth and Munin both look up at him as well. The big man shrugs, and turns to walk towards the roof exit.
PRESS: At least I got him to the right place.
Youth snickers, and takes off after his partner, before the camera swings back over to Munin, who watches the two men go. She shakes her head, her expression unreadable, as she turns to look back over the side onto John Champa.
LADY MUNIN: God damn it.
With that, she turns and makes her way back towards Ji and 4Loco, who look as shocked as everyone else in the arena at this moment. The scene cuts back to ringside.
YOUTH: I know, I know. This shit probably seems a little intense right now, but lest we forget, this guy right here put hands on Munin, and that just doesn't stand. Now before you GZW bastards get all up in arms, and decide you want to go after The Lady one more time, make no mistake. This...
He waves his hand back at Champa.
YOUTH: This was all our doing. We orchestrated it. We put it into motion. We laid this fight down at your doorstep. You've been running those cum dumpsters you call mouths for the better part of three months now, ever since fucking March, and up til now, we haven't really had much of a response. We decided to let Saint, Tap, and Alexander have their shot at you. Seemed only fair really, considering they are the ones that you guys have been dumping on week in and week out.
Youth sighs, and holds up a wagging finger.
YOUTH: But then you just had to go there at Heat Stroke. You couldn't settle on cracking those three eggs. No, you had to go for broke. You just had to put your hands on Munin. Newsflash, boys, if you haven't figured out tonight that that was a fucking mistake, then I'm not sure we can beat it into you anymore clearly, but god damn if we won't try.
Youth winks, but retains his grim face as he grabs hold of the camera lens, and directs it to show exactly where they are. As the camera pans, it becomes evident that they are not in a gravel parking lot, but on the roof of the Houma Terrabonne Civic Center. A muted explosion from the crowd inside and below them can be heard even out on the roof, and Youth grins as Press, in the background, cuts Champa down from his restraints. It's obvious that 'The Big Shot' wants nothing more than to hit the ground, but Press doesn't allow it, half dragging/helping the man towards the edge of the roof where Youth now leads the camera. Press grabs a handful of what little shirt is left on Champa's body, and whirls him around to where now, the only thing keeping him from teetering over the edge to the street below is that thin piece of fabric.
YOUTH: You see, what happened earlier tonight, that wasn't the message. That was just to get your attention. The beating we just laid on John Champa, that wasn't the message. That was just retribution for a misdeed. This, what's about to happen, now that's the fucking message!
Youth snarls, getting right back into the face of the camera.
YOUTH: GZW is fucking dead, and we are about to prove it.
Just then a loud boom can be heard from behind the camera, and it swings around to see Lady Munin standing in the roof access doorway, flanked by a terrified Ji, and a scornful 4Loco. Munin holds up her hand for the other two to stay where they are, and she slowly makes her way further out onto the roof. She comes to a stop just in front of the camera, the wind whipping her dress and hair around in a mesmerizing way. Youth backed up, and she searched the man's eyes for any sign if they would go through with this mad plan. She saw that he didn't know, so turned her gaze to Press. In the big man's eyes she saw the universe turn in on itself til it was a pin prick, and then explode like the stories of the galaxies creation. She saw tribal men stalking their prey, she saw children playing with toys made from wood and bone, and saw man and woman making love. Then she see's man standing over man, bloodied stone in his hand, perhaps the first murder, and that's when she knows. Press had every intention of going through with this.
She stepped forward, now standing closer to Youth, and the camera panned around so that all four people were now in this precarious shot.
LADY MUNIN: Press, don't do this. Not even he deserves it.
If it were possible, Press' face went even darker as he regarded his boss, and he snorted. He shook his head, and pulled John Champa from the edge of the roof, and turned him loose so that he could fall to his knees at their feet. Press looked back up at Munin, and something flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed Champa by the sides of his head with his massive grip, jerked the man forward, tucking his head between his legs. He reached forward around his waist, and turned to look the Lady in the face.
PRESS: You're right. He deserves this.
Hoisting him up onto his chest in a seated position, he takes a step towards the edge of the roof before tossing him out for a Press Release Powerbomb right over the side. There's only a few seconds of silence before a tremendous crash echoes up to the roof, where Press and Youth both stare over the edge. Munin steps up beside them, looking over to see the damage for herself. Finally, the camera moves in, peering over the side to view John Champa laid out, bloody and broken, poetically inside the destroyed confines of an ambulance. Stunned medical officials and EMT's run around the scene, a few climbing up into the ambulance to attend to the wounded directly. A chuckle brings the view back up to Press, and Youth and Munin both look up at him as well. The big man shrugs, and turns to walk towards the roof exit.
PRESS: At least I got him to the right place.
Youth snickers, and takes off after his partner, before the camera swings back over to Munin, who watches the two men go. She shakes her head, her expression unreadable, as she turns to look back over the side onto John Champa.
LADY MUNIN: God damn it.
With that, she turns and makes her way back towards Ji and 4Loco, who look as shocked as everyone else in the arena at this moment. The scene cuts back to ringside.
Singles Match
Nova Wonder versus Strick Plissken
PERCY: Folks....we don't even have words for what we've just seen.
CAT: THAT MOTHER FUCKER'S DEAD!
PERCY: Folks...some of us don't have words for what we've just seen.
CAT: Didn't you hear me Percy! D. E. A. D. DEAD!
PERCY: Let's just try and move onto this next match, cause i'm in serious danger of having a panic attack.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission...
he arena is silent as the lights dim. Suddenly, there’s the announcement of a motorcycle engine. The sound grows until finally a 1975 Norton Commando emerges from the entrance. Atop the bike is none other than Strick Plissken. He stops on the entrance ramp and lets the engine roar. Some audience members are forced to cover their ears due to the loud pops of the exhaust. Finally, Strick lets loose and the motorcycle roars down the ramp and he brings the bike to an abrupt sliding stop, parallel with the ring apron.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, hailing from Appomattox, Virginia, and weighting in at 205 pounds. he is STRICK PLISSKEN!
Strick kicks out the kick stand before stepping off of the motorbike. He takes his jacket off and drapes it over the seat. He takes off his rose colored sunglasses and sets them on the speedometer of the bike before walking to the ring steps. He wipes his boots on the ring apron before stepping into the ring. He’s ready to go and it looks like he’s eager to get things done as he waits.
PERCY: This is our first look at this guy, and much like Annabel Lee, he's a virtual unknown.
CAT: Yeah, but he's sort of got a groovy looking haircut, don't you think.
PERCY: No comment.
The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eery, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to "Sex Metal Barbie" began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the titan tron video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.
At the sound of Maria Brink's scream, a single, glowing, red eye emerges in the darkness. There's just enough light to see Nova Wonder crouched on one knee, lifting her head and opening her eyes. One red glow in the dark contact is placed in, the other half of her face covered in a dystopian robot cybernetic half-mask. The spotlights all form into one at the turn of a dime, on the crouching Nova.
Slowly - mechanically - she rose from one knee to two. Her head glancing at the ground, her feet shoulder width apart. Her long, platinum blonde hair hid her already half-hidden face.
CAT: THAT MOTHER FUCKER'S DEAD!
PERCY: Folks...some of us don't have words for what we've just seen.
CAT: Didn't you hear me Percy! D. E. A. D. DEAD!
PERCY: Let's just try and move onto this next match, cause i'm in serious danger of having a panic attack.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission...
he arena is silent as the lights dim. Suddenly, there’s the announcement of a motorcycle engine. The sound grows until finally a 1975 Norton Commando emerges from the entrance. Atop the bike is none other than Strick Plissken. He stops on the entrance ramp and lets the engine roar. Some audience members are forced to cover their ears due to the loud pops of the exhaust. Finally, Strick lets loose and the motorcycle roars down the ramp and he brings the bike to an abrupt sliding stop, parallel with the ring apron.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, hailing from Appomattox, Virginia, and weighting in at 205 pounds. he is STRICK PLISSKEN!
Strick kicks out the kick stand before stepping off of the motorbike. He takes his jacket off and drapes it over the seat. He takes off his rose colored sunglasses and sets them on the speedometer of the bike before walking to the ring steps. He wipes his boots on the ring apron before stepping into the ring. He’s ready to go and it looks like he’s eager to get things done as he waits.
PERCY: This is our first look at this guy, and much like Annabel Lee, he's a virtual unknown.
CAT: Yeah, but he's sort of got a groovy looking haircut, don't you think.
PERCY: No comment.
The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eery, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to "Sex Metal Barbie" began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the titan tron video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.
Excuse me can you tell me what you've heard about my life?
Maybe a dirty little fairy tale, a girl of the night
I heard that I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen
Drop out pregnant statistical teen
I know you've heard about the bloody knife
About my daddy's perfect virgin and my mother's wife
You know I heard I don't belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let's go!
Maybe a dirty little fairy tale, a girl of the night
I heard that I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen
Drop out pregnant statistical teen
I know you've heard about the bloody knife
About my daddy's perfect virgin and my mother's wife
You know I heard I don't belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let's go!
At the sound of Maria Brink's scream, a single, glowing, red eye emerges in the darkness. There's just enough light to see Nova Wonder crouched on one knee, lifting her head and opening her eyes. One red glow in the dark contact is placed in, the other half of her face covered in a dystopian robot cybernetic half-mask. The spotlights all form into one at the turn of a dime, on the crouching Nova.
Baby go ahead
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying, we are the damned!
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying, we are the damned!
Slowly - mechanically - she rose from one knee to two. Her head glancing at the ground, her feet shoulder width apart. Her long, platinum blonde hair hid her already half-hidden face.
Baby go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex Metal Barbie, Homicidal Queen
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex Metal Barbie, Homicidal Queen
The guitar riff gets a little heavier, as she raised her head. The look on her face is one that is completely stoic, heavy black makeup on the contact-wearing eye. One hand raises, at a snail's pace. Her fist unfurls, opening to reveal the tattoo on the inside of her right palm: the Illuminati pyramid, including its all-seeing eye. That hand furls back into a fist, then fingers pointed into a gun, pointed at the center of the ring.
Excuse me can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me?
Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen
You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene
Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, attention fiend
You know I heard that I'm a hater's dream
No class, White Trash - I'm so obscene
You know I heard that I should be ashamed
Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name
Come on!
Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen
You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene
Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, attention fiend
You know I heard that I'm a hater's dream
No class, White Trash - I'm so obscene
You know I heard that I should be ashamed
Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name
Come on!
Her pace down the ramp is slow and calculated, eyes focused on the ring in front of her. Everything seems methodical, from the slow pace of her breathing to each dragging step. At the foot of the ramp, there's finally a break. A wicked grin curling her lips up to the sky.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And his opponent, weighing in at 112 pounds, from Seattle, Washington. She is the #1 Contender to the Titans of the Midway Championship....she is NOVA WONDER!
Baby go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
"The Deathbringer," as she calls herself, gave a stern glance to the camera - allowing it to take in every intricate detail of her half-mask and the piercing glow of her single, red eye. A machine built for destruction is the best way to describe the robotic appearance of Nova Wonder. Climbing into the ring underneath the second rope, she retreats to one corner, resuming her crouching position with both arms outstretched and taking hold of the top rope, to pull herself up at the toll of the bell. "Sex Metal Barbie" faded off into the distance as the lights slowly returned to normal.
PERCY: This young lady right here performed phenomenally at Heat Stroke in the Sixteen Man Battle Royal, taking home the crown, and serving up some tough competitors to boot.
CAT: Yeah, I'm excited to see how she fares here against old Strick, one on one. A Battle Royal is sort of anyone's bag, but strictly one on one contests is where we see how she really shines.
As soon as the bell sounds, Nova runs across the ring to get things started. She hits Strick in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third. Strick starts to fight back with a few hard punches of his own, as the fans get to their feet in support of the brawl that they are witnessing. The two continue to exchange blows with one another, with Strick finally taking control. He grabs hold of Nova and shoots her across the ring. Strick steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Nova on the rebound and lifts her into the air, delivering a huge back body drop! Nova pulls herself back up to her feet relatively quickly and rolls over to the ropes, grabbing hold of them and using them to speed things up a bit. Strick lines himself up with his opponent, charging at her and trying to send her to the floor with a clothesline. Unfortunately for Strick, Nova gets a foot in the air and blocks the attempt with a kick. Nova closes the gap between the two of them and tries to wear Strick down with a chop to the chest.
CROWD: Wooo!
PERCY: Well the crowd seems to be appreciating this fast and furious action.
CAT: As they should, Percy, as they should.
Nova steps forward and nails Strick in the mouth with an elbow shot to send him staggering. She then kicks Strick in the ribs to get him to double over. Nova follows it up with a second kick for good measure before pulling Strick in toward her and snapping off a quick DDT! She then hooks his leg and goes for the cover.
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2…
PERCY: Thr…Strick powers out! I think the big difference we're seeing in this contest that we didn't see in our previous contest is the fact that Nova Wonder is a veteran. It's obvious that Strick has picked up some wrestling tips from his manager, Tony Chu, but he's still relatively green.
CAT: What are you talking about Percy, the man is as pink, or whatever complexion that is, as the day is long.
PERCY: I mean that he is new to the sport, Cat.
Strick tries to bring himself back up to his feet. Though he attempts to create space between himself and Nova, Wonder Woman is able to close the gap between the two of them rather quickly. She nails Strick with a hard knee shot to start wearing him down, and then a second, and then a third. Nova then pulls Strick in and tries to lock in a front face lock in hopes of further wearing Strick down. Unfortunately for her, Strick is quickly able to gain control, using his strength to shove Nova away from him. Strick charges at Nova and hits her with a quick clothesline that sends her crashing down to the mat. Nova starts to pull herself back up to her feet as Strick bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. Before Strick can do anything to Nova, she leaps into the air and catches Strick by surprise with a leg lariat! Strick crashes hard to the mat. Nova covers him.
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2…
PERCY: Th…Strick powers out again! And that's just some of what I'm talking about when I say Ring General.
CAT: Now we're playing Army Man? Come on, Percy, get it together.
Percy shakes his head in dismay, as Nova glares down at Strick with frustration etched on her face. She nonetheless shrugs her shoulders just seconds later and begins to stomp away on Strick's body to try and wear him down further. Strick ignores the stomps and does what he can to pull himself back up to his feet. Nova notices that Strick's going to make it up regardless and grabs him by the head. She tries to set Strick up for a neckbreaker to send him back down to the mat. She spins Strick into position, but before she can send Strick down to the mat, Plissken shoves Nova away. Nova tries to use Strick's counter to her advantage by bouncing off of the ropes, but as soon as she leaps into the air to try and take Strick down, Strick steps forward, catches Nova in the air and slams her to the mat with a devastating spinebuster! The fans rise to their feet as Strick hooks the leg for the cover.
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2…
CAT: Th…Nova kicks out! See, I can sell it all melodramatic too!
PERCY: Either way you look at it, Strick just gave Nova Wonder a surprise.
Strick grabs Nova by the head to drag her up to her feet. Strick hits her with a few right hands before grabbing Nova and lining her up with the turnbuckle on the opposite end of the ring. Strick pauses for just a second before launching her across the ring. Nova's body crashes hard into the turnbuckle just moments later. She staggers around aimlessly after the impact. Strick closes the gap between the two and CRUSHES Nova's body with a splash. He then grabs Nova and hoists her onto his shoulders, smirking as he takes a step forward and delivers a big powerslam! Strick once again hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
1…
2…
PERCY: Thre…Nova manages to kick out in time again! It was all Nova in the beginning of this contest, but it looks like Strick Plissken came to PAW to prove something.
CAT: What's that? That hairstyle went out in the 70's?
Strick looks down at Nova, seeming more impressed by the amount of fight that she's shown than anything. Nonetheless, he drags the battle royal winner back up to her feet and nails her with a back elbow smash that sends her staggering. Strick follows it up with a second blow as well. Strick then pushes Nova back against the ropes and goes to shoot her across the ring. He steps toward the center of the ring to meet Nova, but before he can actually do anything to her on the rebound, Nova responds by catching Strick by surprise with a head scissors take down! Strick staggers back up to his feet and walks toward Nova, who leaps into the air and catches Strick in the back of the head with an enziguri! Strick falls to the mat face-first, giving Nova an opening to roll Strick over and go for yet another cover.
1…
2…
PERCY: Thre…Strick powers out just in time! My God, what a see-saw match up!
CAT: These two do seem to have the other's ticket. It's uncanny, considering this is Strick's first time out of the gate.
Nova quickly mounts Strick and starts to pound away on him with a series of elbow shots despite Strick's best efforts to reach his feet. This continues even when Strick continues to drag himself up, forcing Nova to pop up as well. Once Strick is standing, Nova tries to get him into position for a Russian leg sweep! She tries to snap it off as quickly as she can, but Strick reverses the attempt and instead lifts Nova into the air for a back suplex! Nova flips her way out of Strick's grasp and lands on the mat behind him. She grabs Strick from behind and rolls him up.
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2…
PERCY: Th…Strick kicks out again! What is Nova Wonder going to have to do to put the man away.
CAT: I want to see her get nasty on that mofo. Maybe she'll give him a nut shot or something to make this thing more interesting.
PERCY: CAT!
CAT: HEY! You have your way, I have mine.
Nova runs at Strick and hits him with a European uppercut that knocks him groggily to the mat. While Strick is trying to recover, Nova turns around and heads over to the nearest turnbuckle. She climbs up to the top and steadies herself for a moment. Strick manages to roll onto his knees, and lunges over in Nova's direction and knocks her off balance before Nova can actually leap off, causing Nova to nearly fall to the mat. Strick grabs the unsteady Nova and pulls her off of the top rope and onto his shoulders. Strick takes a few steps toward the center of the ring with Nova still in position, dropping her to the mat just seconds later with a muscle buster!
PERCY: WHAT A MOVE!
Strick tries to go for the cover afterwards, though Nova somehow drags herself out of the way. She uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet, clearly in pain. She charges at Strick from the ropes and tries to shift the momentum back to her favor—only to walk right into a gore from Plissken that tears right through the woman all the way to the mat.
PERCY: PUSCIFIER!
CAT: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME!
PERCY: That's the name of his finisher, Cat! The Puscifier!
CAT: It had better be...oh, look, there's the cover.
1…
2…
3!!!
Some of the fans cheer, while the hardcore Nova fans sit down in their seats in disappointment.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match by pin fall, STRICK PLISSKEN!
PERCY: What a match between these two. Very back and forth at the end there, but Strick pulled it out.
CAT: It's a huge win, considering this is his first time out of the gate. Is this what we have to look forward to with new signee's?
PERCY: Well, Nova Wonder wins the Battle Royal, Annabel Lee wins over Roy Baker, and now Strick over Nova. Looks like a trend to me.
CAT: Awesomesauce! Now my partner and I are going to take a short break so that Cross Recoba can come out here and talk to our new #1 Contender to the PAW Heavyweight Championship, Calvin Harris. Maybe we'll see some more brutality out of The BombTrax if Harris gets too out of line.
PERCY: Only time will tell, Cat. We'll see you guys in a few.
THE BOX OFFICE
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Special Guest: Calvin Harris
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: What a night it was at Heat Stroke, huh?
The crowd cheers, not for Recoba, but the mention of the star studded event. Recoba smirks, nodding his head in agreement.
CROSS RECOBA: Yes, yes. We saw all sorts of incredible action, just like we saw a whole big, steaming, pile of horse shit.
The cheers turn to boo's as Recoba's face draws up in disgust.
CROSS RECOBA: We saw that gargantuan bastard, Press, defend the PAW Heavyweight Championship against CJ O'Donnell, and in the travesty of the night, put him down with that infernal powerbomb of his. Well I tell you right now, you cretinous heathens, I agree with O'Donnell! He deserves his rematch against the so-called-champion, but we already know that probably isn't going to happen. No, management isn't going to allow that. Not when that big oaf draws you idiots into the building, and you keep buying up his merchandise. What the hell is wrong with you? He's little more than a neanderthal, but you people have latched onto him like he's the second coming. It makes me fucking sick!
The fans boo even harder now, and Cross begins pacing the ring, shaking his head.
CROSS RECOBA: But I digress, let's move on to a more positive note. There's still hope for those of us that want to see the ginormous bastard get his comeuppance, and that hope lies in the form of the New #1 Contender to the PAW Heavyweight Championship, CALVIN HARRIS!
"Your Betrayal" by Bullet For My Valentine bursts through the speakers of the arena, and the capacity crowd automatically turn to a chorus of boo's. After a few moments, The Martyr of Wrestling, Calvin Harris, stepped through the curtain, and out on the stage. The smug expression on his face returned the crowds reaction to him, showing them that he didn't care, and that there was nothing they could do to take this moment away from him. He smirks, just before throwing his hands out at his sides, and soaking in the vehement backlash from his mere presence. After a few seconds, his hands drop, and he make an arrogant gait to the ring, chuckling at fans he deemed pathetic. When he finally reached ringside, he hopped up onto the apron, slipped between the ropes, and stalked to the nearest corner. He jumped up to the second turnbuckle, throwing his hands out at his sides again, but this time talking shit to the crowd as they continued to boo him. Their disdain seemed to only entice him, and he dropped from the turnbuckle, turning back to face Cross Recoba who clapped for him before handing him a mic.
CROSS RECOBA: Mr. Harris, welcome to The Box Office. The floor is yours.
Cross bows his head with a wicked grin, as he takes a step back to sit on the edge of his desk, eager to hear what the #1 Contender has to say. For a moment or two there was nothing but the sound of the booing crowd. Calvin standing there in the middle of the ring just glaring at the fans sending hate in his direction. Licking his lips that started to curve into a bit of a smirk. That’s when Calvin brought the microphone up to his lips to begin speaking.
CALVIN HARRIS: Is this ever going to get old for you guys?
Pausing for that moment while walking towards the ropes and leaning against them some. His eyes peering on the fans in the front row.
CALVIN HARRIS: I have been with this company since February and here it is June. That’s five long months that I have been part of Pure Amusement Wrestling. In those five long months it is the same thing with you people. Week in and week out. You boo me like I am simply the worst human being to have ever been born. Week in and week out, you’re rooting against me. Hoping that I fail. Hoping that I lose. Telling me that I don’t have what it takes to go the distance. It never fails, you people always expect me to fall right on my face but then when I don’t. You’re pissed off about it. Well who’s fault is it that you set yourselves up to be disappointed by rooting against the single greatest wrestler on this roster?! Huh?!
That hateful glare of his was still very much featured in his eyes with the crowd starting to get a little louder with their boos. Something that at this point was expected. That’s exactly what brought all of this out in the first place. Calvin pushed himself off those ropes and started to make his way back to the center of the ring near the table.
CALVIN HARRIS: Who’s fault is it that you thought I could never beat Johnny Raike? It’s your fault! Who’s fault is it that you thought that I could never become the Titan of the Midway Champion? Again, that’s your fault. Who’s fault is it that none of you, literally none of you thought or even believed for a single second that I was the man that was going to leave Heat Stroke the number one contender? That I was going to be the man that made it out of those three stages of hell with a victory?!
Pausing once again for that very brief moment. Fans booed the rhetorical question at hand for they knew exactly where this was going. Calvin’s smirk continued to cross his lips listening to those boos.
CALVIN HARRIS: That’s right, it’s your fault and it’ll be your fault when I face the Heavyweight Champion: Press in a few weeks, because once again you’ll boo me. Once again you’ll doubt me. Once again, you’ll say that I don’t have what it takes and then I’ll prove you wrong when I go on to become the new PAW Heavyweight Champion!
From that statement alone the fans were so loud from their boos, it almost sounded like at any given moment that a riot was going to take place. Not a single fan in attendance liked the idea of Calvin going on to become the PAW Heavyweight Champion. Not that it was a surprise to the Martyr by any means. On that note he turned his attention over to Cross for the first time, assuming that the man had a few questions to ask. Cross looks up from where he had been nodding along with everything that Harris had been saying.
CROSS RECOBA: I couldn't agree more, Mr. Harris. As I'm sure you know, I put out a bounty on that big oaf the minute that he became champion, fifty thousand dollars of my own money, but so far, no one has managed to do the job. Stevie Harris tried, and failed. CJ O'Donnel tried, and failed. But you, Mr. Harris, you are the one I feel this money belongs to. You are the one that is going to finally put an end to his reign of tyranny! These people, they lack vision, Mr. Harris. The only reason they hate people like you and I, is because they wish they could stand where we are. They are all too aware of their low station, and that....That, Mr. Harris, is where that fool Press belongs. How can a man like that be champion, when he stands in the presence of great-....
Recoba is cut off abruptly by the sudden sound of the opening chords to "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent. After a few moments, Press stalks out from behind the curtain, absent his tag team partner who he was busy with earlier in the night. He makes a B-line towards the ring, a scowl on his face, and John Champa's blood still on his hands. When he reaches ringside he hoists himself up onto the ring apron, and throws one boot over the top rope, followed by the other. He comes to stand right in front of Calvin Harris, paying Cross no mind, except to snatch the mic right out of his hand. The #1 Contender and the Champion commence in a stare down, before Press finally lifts the microphone up to his face.
PRESS: Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...
He pauses, takes in a deep breath, as the fans cheer and laugh at the display. He exhales deeply before continuing.
PRESS: Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, MOAN!
He holds a finger up to show that he's changed the direction of his thought process, and the fans howl with laughter as he allows a slight smile to form at the corner of his mouth.
PRESS: Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch. Is that all you're going to do out here, Calvin, or are you planning to eventually get to the fucking point?
The eruption is thunderous as Press takes a step back, dropping the mic to his side. The crowd was hot for Press and his words, but as one would have expected Calvin was not. He stood there holding his ground just glaring at Press. Course he had to look up in order to do so considering the giant man had not only some size but some height to him compared to the Martyr. He was not one to back down bringing the microphone up to his lips to speak and hold his ground.
CALVIN HARRIS: I know you’re big. I know you’re dumb. I know there isn’t much going on up there in that small brain of yours, but that’s the best you’ve got? You are going to come out here and say the same thing that everyone else has been saying about me from the start? C’mon Press, I expected a little more creativity from you. I expected a little more originality out of you.
He let the mic fall from his lips for the brief moment. Anytime that the Martyr had something to say, the fans were going to boo him. This was very much like clockwork as they started to boo heavily. Right away though the Martyr brought the microphone back up in order to prevent the crowd from taking over.
CALVIN HARRIS: And along with being stupid, it seems like you’re hard of hearing as well Press. You want me to get to the point? There is no point to get to for I have already said what needed to be said. I’ve done made it clear that I’m taking that PAW Heavyweight Championship from you. And I know that it doesn’t mean anything to you. I know that is something that you can’t wrap your simple mind around. You think I am no better than Stevie Harris, which is the furthest thing from the truth. On day one when I talked into this company I was better than Stevie Harris. He was by far one of the most overrated person that’s ever been on this roster and that’s saying something considering CJ O’Donnell works here.
As soon as those words came out of his mouth there was a small interaction from the crowd that went “Oooh” when it came to the Martyr taking a jab at the former number one contender.
CALVIN HARRIS: Stevie never had what it took to beat you and since I just dropped the little prick, CJ never had what it took to beat you either. They are just like the wolf in the children’s book the three pigs. They huffed, they puffed, and they tried their hardest to blow your house down, Press. Yet they didn’t have it in them, but me? I’m different. I’m very different and I know for a fact that I’m going to be able to accomplish the goal of becoming the PAW Heavyweight Champion. You go ahead and keep doubting me. Go ahead and keep lumping me in with everyone else. In the end though, don’t cry about it when I leave you lying in this ring drowning in a pool of your own blood, just like I did Johnny Raike.
Sure enough Calvin’s lips had curled back up into that arrogant smirk that he was known for giving. His eyes still very much focused on Press for there was no way the man was going to back down. Too many people in the past had backed down from Press, but he damn sure wouldn’t be one. Press allowed a grin to flash over his face before lifting the mic, flashing Harris a wink before speaking.
PRESS: Here's the sad part about that little diatribe, Calvin. You drone on and on and on about how great you were, are, and will be, but it never sounds like you're saying that from a true place of confidence. More like a little boy who's trying to convince everyone else that he's old enough to sit at the big boy table. Hell, it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself. The thing is Calvin, you've already made it to the dance. You don't need to sell yourself anymore. We all saw what you could do at Heat Stroke, know what it's worth to you. We even know how far you're willing to go to get it. But you call me stupid when you yourself just said that this little fracas you're causing doesn't mean anything to me. Let me spell it out for you, Calvin. What I did here tonight to GZW might have looked real personal, but, son, that was just business. You're coming into my house, throwing those stones like it's made of glass, trying to take something away from me that means the world to me. No, boy, that's personal, and when I get personal....
Press points a swiping finger at Cross Recoba, and a dangerous glint comes into his eye as he takes a step forward, leaning down so that he's nose to nose with the challenger.
PRESS: People get fucking broke.
CALVIN HARRIS: Is that supposed to scare me Press? Am I meant to be afraid of starting a personal war with you? Is that the reason behind you puffing your chest up like you’re the ultimate bad ass?
The cameras cut a close up of Calvn’s face as he raised his eyebrow up into the air. Course it was a given that he wasn’t actually wanting a response out of the Heavyweight Champion. In fact he didn’t even give Press a chance to speak before he had raised that microphone back up to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: You don’t scare me Press. There’s nothing you could possibly ever say that would make me tuck my tail between my legs and run away. Much like there’s nothing that you could ever do that would make me do that. You’re all hype. But since you want to speak about people getting broke. Let me make this as perfectly clear as I can. The only person that’s going to get broken out of the two of us is...
Before he could finish making his statement out of nowhere the entire arena went dark. It was as if someone had shut the lights off completely leaving everyone in a blackout. There was a bit of confusion and buzz among the fans as they chatted among themselves with this blackout occurring for everyone. For a second or two the lights remained out before suddenly flashing themselves back on. In doing so the arena found itself falling silent just like that. The reason for the silence is what had taken place in the ring. Lying on the mat writhing in pain was the PAW Heavyweight Champion himself. Press was coughing and clutching his ribs from what appeared to be an apparent attack as Calvin stood directly over the champion in the ring. He was not alone, as Alexandra Kelly stood on the left of him and Jack Nomad was standing on the right of him. The three of them bore hateful glares in their eyes as Calvin brought the microphone up to his lips speaking with a cold tone of voice.
CALVIN HARRIS: YOU!
As Press tried to rise off the mat, the three vultures moved in to attack, laying the boots to the champion and driving him back down to the canvas. After a few more well placed shots to the ribs and skull, the three stepped back to survey the damage, while the crowd booed them for everything they were worth. Press lay there underneath them as Calvin Harris' smug expression returned, and he nodded. The camera panned the ring, the power trio standing triumphant in all their glory, before the scene faded backstage.
CROSS RECOBA: What a night it was at Heat Stroke, huh?
The crowd cheers, not for Recoba, but the mention of the star studded event. Recoba smirks, nodding his head in agreement.
CROSS RECOBA: Yes, yes. We saw all sorts of incredible action, just like we saw a whole big, steaming, pile of horse shit.
The cheers turn to boo's as Recoba's face draws up in disgust.
CROSS RECOBA: We saw that gargantuan bastard, Press, defend the PAW Heavyweight Championship against CJ O'Donnell, and in the travesty of the night, put him down with that infernal powerbomb of his. Well I tell you right now, you cretinous heathens, I agree with O'Donnell! He deserves his rematch against the so-called-champion, but we already know that probably isn't going to happen. No, management isn't going to allow that. Not when that big oaf draws you idiots into the building, and you keep buying up his merchandise. What the hell is wrong with you? He's little more than a neanderthal, but you people have latched onto him like he's the second coming. It makes me fucking sick!
The fans boo even harder now, and Cross begins pacing the ring, shaking his head.
CROSS RECOBA: But I digress, let's move on to a more positive note. There's still hope for those of us that want to see the ginormous bastard get his comeuppance, and that hope lies in the form of the New #1 Contender to the PAW Heavyweight Championship, CALVIN HARRIS!
"Your Betrayal" by Bullet For My Valentine bursts through the speakers of the arena, and the capacity crowd automatically turn to a chorus of boo's. After a few moments, The Martyr of Wrestling, Calvin Harris, stepped through the curtain, and out on the stage. The smug expression on his face returned the crowds reaction to him, showing them that he didn't care, and that there was nothing they could do to take this moment away from him. He smirks, just before throwing his hands out at his sides, and soaking in the vehement backlash from his mere presence. After a few seconds, his hands drop, and he make an arrogant gait to the ring, chuckling at fans he deemed pathetic. When he finally reached ringside, he hopped up onto the apron, slipped between the ropes, and stalked to the nearest corner. He jumped up to the second turnbuckle, throwing his hands out at his sides again, but this time talking shit to the crowd as they continued to boo him. Their disdain seemed to only entice him, and he dropped from the turnbuckle, turning back to face Cross Recoba who clapped for him before handing him a mic.
CROSS RECOBA: Mr. Harris, welcome to The Box Office. The floor is yours.
Cross bows his head with a wicked grin, as he takes a step back to sit on the edge of his desk, eager to hear what the #1 Contender has to say. For a moment or two there was nothing but the sound of the booing crowd. Calvin standing there in the middle of the ring just glaring at the fans sending hate in his direction. Licking his lips that started to curve into a bit of a smirk. That’s when Calvin brought the microphone up to his lips to begin speaking.
CALVIN HARRIS: Is this ever going to get old for you guys?
Pausing for that moment while walking towards the ropes and leaning against them some. His eyes peering on the fans in the front row.
CALVIN HARRIS: I have been with this company since February and here it is June. That’s five long months that I have been part of Pure Amusement Wrestling. In those five long months it is the same thing with you people. Week in and week out. You boo me like I am simply the worst human being to have ever been born. Week in and week out, you’re rooting against me. Hoping that I fail. Hoping that I lose. Telling me that I don’t have what it takes to go the distance. It never fails, you people always expect me to fall right on my face but then when I don’t. You’re pissed off about it. Well who’s fault is it that you set yourselves up to be disappointed by rooting against the single greatest wrestler on this roster?! Huh?!
That hateful glare of his was still very much featured in his eyes with the crowd starting to get a little louder with their boos. Something that at this point was expected. That’s exactly what brought all of this out in the first place. Calvin pushed himself off those ropes and started to make his way back to the center of the ring near the table.
CALVIN HARRIS: Who’s fault is it that you thought I could never beat Johnny Raike? It’s your fault! Who’s fault is it that you thought that I could never become the Titan of the Midway Champion? Again, that’s your fault. Who’s fault is it that none of you, literally none of you thought or even believed for a single second that I was the man that was going to leave Heat Stroke the number one contender? That I was going to be the man that made it out of those three stages of hell with a victory?!
Pausing once again for that very brief moment. Fans booed the rhetorical question at hand for they knew exactly where this was going. Calvin’s smirk continued to cross his lips listening to those boos.
CALVIN HARRIS: That’s right, it’s your fault and it’ll be your fault when I face the Heavyweight Champion: Press in a few weeks, because once again you’ll boo me. Once again you’ll doubt me. Once again, you’ll say that I don’t have what it takes and then I’ll prove you wrong when I go on to become the new PAW Heavyweight Champion!
From that statement alone the fans were so loud from their boos, it almost sounded like at any given moment that a riot was going to take place. Not a single fan in attendance liked the idea of Calvin going on to become the PAW Heavyweight Champion. Not that it was a surprise to the Martyr by any means. On that note he turned his attention over to Cross for the first time, assuming that the man had a few questions to ask. Cross looks up from where he had been nodding along with everything that Harris had been saying.
CROSS RECOBA: I couldn't agree more, Mr. Harris. As I'm sure you know, I put out a bounty on that big oaf the minute that he became champion, fifty thousand dollars of my own money, but so far, no one has managed to do the job. Stevie Harris tried, and failed. CJ O'Donnel tried, and failed. But you, Mr. Harris, you are the one I feel this money belongs to. You are the one that is going to finally put an end to his reign of tyranny! These people, they lack vision, Mr. Harris. The only reason they hate people like you and I, is because they wish they could stand where we are. They are all too aware of their low station, and that....That, Mr. Harris, is where that fool Press belongs. How can a man like that be champion, when he stands in the presence of great-....
Recoba is cut off abruptly by the sudden sound of the opening chords to "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent. After a few moments, Press stalks out from behind the curtain, absent his tag team partner who he was busy with earlier in the night. He makes a B-line towards the ring, a scowl on his face, and John Champa's blood still on his hands. When he reaches ringside he hoists himself up onto the ring apron, and throws one boot over the top rope, followed by the other. He comes to stand right in front of Calvin Harris, paying Cross no mind, except to snatch the mic right out of his hand. The #1 Contender and the Champion commence in a stare down, before Press finally lifts the microphone up to his face.
PRESS: Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...
He pauses, takes in a deep breath, as the fans cheer and laugh at the display. He exhales deeply before continuing.
PRESS: Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, MOAN!
He holds a finger up to show that he's changed the direction of his thought process, and the fans howl with laughter as he allows a slight smile to form at the corner of his mouth.
PRESS: Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch. Is that all you're going to do out here, Calvin, or are you planning to eventually get to the fucking point?
The eruption is thunderous as Press takes a step back, dropping the mic to his side. The crowd was hot for Press and his words, but as one would have expected Calvin was not. He stood there holding his ground just glaring at Press. Course he had to look up in order to do so considering the giant man had not only some size but some height to him compared to the Martyr. He was not one to back down bringing the microphone up to his lips to speak and hold his ground.
CALVIN HARRIS: I know you’re big. I know you’re dumb. I know there isn’t much going on up there in that small brain of yours, but that’s the best you’ve got? You are going to come out here and say the same thing that everyone else has been saying about me from the start? C’mon Press, I expected a little more creativity from you. I expected a little more originality out of you.
He let the mic fall from his lips for the brief moment. Anytime that the Martyr had something to say, the fans were going to boo him. This was very much like clockwork as they started to boo heavily. Right away though the Martyr brought the microphone back up in order to prevent the crowd from taking over.
CALVIN HARRIS: And along with being stupid, it seems like you’re hard of hearing as well Press. You want me to get to the point? There is no point to get to for I have already said what needed to be said. I’ve done made it clear that I’m taking that PAW Heavyweight Championship from you. And I know that it doesn’t mean anything to you. I know that is something that you can’t wrap your simple mind around. You think I am no better than Stevie Harris, which is the furthest thing from the truth. On day one when I talked into this company I was better than Stevie Harris. He was by far one of the most overrated person that’s ever been on this roster and that’s saying something considering CJ O’Donnell works here.
As soon as those words came out of his mouth there was a small interaction from the crowd that went “Oooh” when it came to the Martyr taking a jab at the former number one contender.
CALVIN HARRIS: Stevie never had what it took to beat you and since I just dropped the little prick, CJ never had what it took to beat you either. They are just like the wolf in the children’s book the three pigs. They huffed, they puffed, and they tried their hardest to blow your house down, Press. Yet they didn’t have it in them, but me? I’m different. I’m very different and I know for a fact that I’m going to be able to accomplish the goal of becoming the PAW Heavyweight Champion. You go ahead and keep doubting me. Go ahead and keep lumping me in with everyone else. In the end though, don’t cry about it when I leave you lying in this ring drowning in a pool of your own blood, just like I did Johnny Raike.
Sure enough Calvin’s lips had curled back up into that arrogant smirk that he was known for giving. His eyes still very much focused on Press for there was no way the man was going to back down. Too many people in the past had backed down from Press, but he damn sure wouldn’t be one. Press allowed a grin to flash over his face before lifting the mic, flashing Harris a wink before speaking.
PRESS: Here's the sad part about that little diatribe, Calvin. You drone on and on and on about how great you were, are, and will be, but it never sounds like you're saying that from a true place of confidence. More like a little boy who's trying to convince everyone else that he's old enough to sit at the big boy table. Hell, it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself. The thing is Calvin, you've already made it to the dance. You don't need to sell yourself anymore. We all saw what you could do at Heat Stroke, know what it's worth to you. We even know how far you're willing to go to get it. But you call me stupid when you yourself just said that this little fracas you're causing doesn't mean anything to me. Let me spell it out for you, Calvin. What I did here tonight to GZW might have looked real personal, but, son, that was just business. You're coming into my house, throwing those stones like it's made of glass, trying to take something away from me that means the world to me. No, boy, that's personal, and when I get personal....
Press points a swiping finger at Cross Recoba, and a dangerous glint comes into his eye as he takes a step forward, leaning down so that he's nose to nose with the challenger.
PRESS: People get fucking broke.
CALVIN HARRIS: Is that supposed to scare me Press? Am I meant to be afraid of starting a personal war with you? Is that the reason behind you puffing your chest up like you’re the ultimate bad ass?
The cameras cut a close up of Calvn’s face as he raised his eyebrow up into the air. Course it was a given that he wasn’t actually wanting a response out of the Heavyweight Champion. In fact he didn’t even give Press a chance to speak before he had raised that microphone back up to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: You don’t scare me Press. There’s nothing you could possibly ever say that would make me tuck my tail between my legs and run away. Much like there’s nothing that you could ever do that would make me do that. You’re all hype. But since you want to speak about people getting broke. Let me make this as perfectly clear as I can. The only person that’s going to get broken out of the two of us is...
Before he could finish making his statement out of nowhere the entire arena went dark. It was as if someone had shut the lights off completely leaving everyone in a blackout. There was a bit of confusion and buzz among the fans as they chatted among themselves with this blackout occurring for everyone. For a second or two the lights remained out before suddenly flashing themselves back on. In doing so the arena found itself falling silent just like that. The reason for the silence is what had taken place in the ring. Lying on the mat writhing in pain was the PAW Heavyweight Champion himself. Press was coughing and clutching his ribs from what appeared to be an apparent attack as Calvin stood directly over the champion in the ring. He was not alone, as Alexandra Kelly stood on the left of him and Jack Nomad was standing on the right of him. The three of them bore hateful glares in their eyes as Calvin brought the microphone up to his lips speaking with a cold tone of voice.
CALVIN HARRIS: YOU!
As Press tried to rise off the mat, the three vultures moved in to attack, laying the boots to the champion and driving him back down to the canvas. After a few more well placed shots to the ribs and skull, the three stepped back to survey the damage, while the crowd booed them for everything they were worth. Press lay there underneath them as Calvin Harris' smug expression returned, and he nodded. The camera panned the ring, the power trio standing triumphant in all their glory, before the scene faded backstage.
Tag Match
The Original Carnies (Nirvana & Redrum) versus The French Mime Assassins
CAT: I know! Wasn't it great?
PERCY: If you're one for chaos, this is your show here tonight. I can only imagine what else is bound to happen.
CAT: I can tell you this next match has some unknown variables. Rhonda's in the ring, so let's check it out.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a tag team match, and will be set for one fall or submission....
"Instant Major Felony" By The Goddamn Gallows hits and after the intro plays out REDЯUM rides out from the back with a great big smile across his lips. He is sat upon a tiny tricycle that has an array of colorful balloons tied to the handle. He waves out to the crowd as he laughs and honks the tiny clown horn on the tricycle. He then takes a big push and begins rolling to the ring, smiling like a happy kid on the way there. Nirvana follows behind, his walk to the ring less bravado, and more serious.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, hailing from The Creature Feature Odditorium and part's unknown, weighting in at a combined weight of 518 pounds, they are The 'Sultan of Strange' Redrum, 'The Midnight King' Nirvana, THE ORIGINAL CARNIES!!!
REDЯUM makes it to the ring before he stops and takes the balloons and the horn off of the tricycle before walking around the ring, handing balloons to little kids and slapping hands. He rolls into the ring and stands up before chasing the referee around the ring wildly flailing his arms. The referee does a lap before jumping out of the ring. REDЯUM laughs as he hops on the top rope and waves out to the crowd, while Nirvana enters the ring, and stretches along the ropes.
PERCY: Redrum looks happy to be here.
CAT: Why wouldn't he? He managed to used those idiot Enhancement Talent bozo's to get a legit contract, and now he's fighting alongside Papa Nurvy. What's not to be happy about?
Just then, "La Marseillaise" begins, and The French Mime Assassins appear from behind the curtain side by side, looking to be ready for a fight. They make their way to the ring, occasionally pausing to Mime high fiving the fans along the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, hailing from Paris, France, and weighting in at a combined weight of 240 pounds, they are Comme Ci and Comme Ca, THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!!
When the Mimes reach the ringside area, they make to deliver handshakes to a few fans, but promptly snatch their hands away at the last second, and reaching back and hinting that the person should kiss their posterior. Finally, they climb the steps up onto the apron, and simutaniously enter the ring, where they make extravagant, arrogant gestures towards the fans, and then their opponents.
PERCY: I'm not sure what to make of these mimes, but they put on a pretty good showing in that Sixteen Man Battle Royal, which is how this match came about in the first place.
CAT: That's right. The Mimes and Nirvana were brawling, and with a little help from Ava, they eliminated each other. That's when Redrum showed up at ringside, and they brawled all the way up the ramp to the backstage area.
PERCY: Well that was then, and this is now, and these two teams look like their ready to go. There's the bell, and we're off!
Redrum and Comme Ca (Or Comme Ci, who the hell can tell?) decide they are going to start the match, and begin circling one another inside the ring. Just when it looks like they are going to go into a tie up, Comme Ca holds up his hands, miming for Redrum to stop. The deranged clown complies with the order, though no one could ever tell you why, and the Mime extends his hand in a gesture of good faith, even putting his other hand behind his back so there can be no fear of a sucker punch. Redrum looks around the arena in confusion, and much to the fans chagrin, he reaches out to take the hand. The Mime Promptly jerks his hand back, sliding it through his jet black hair, and joins his partner in the corner so that they can both mime laughter. Redrum stalks around the ring with his hands on his hips, and Nirvana slaps the top turnbuckle, pointing at their opponents as to say stay focused dummy.
PERCY: Looks like the Mime's are playing a few head games with the clown.
CAT: Yeah, I get the feeling that if they keep it up, they'll figure out that there isn't anything there to play with.
Redrum and Comme Ca enter the center of the ring once more, and this time it's Redrum who extends his hand, the crowd booing the respectful effort. The Mime looks to his partner, who shrugs, and then back to the clowns extended hand, before finally making to take hold of it. As soon as their hands touch, the Mime begins to convulse violently, and he falls back clutching his hand, which smokes a bit from something burning. Redrum falls back into a neutral corner and guffaws, holding his hand palm up so that the fans and the camera can see the electric buzzer attached to his glove. The crowd erupts, as A-Ref steps over to check Redrum, and forces him to give over the glove.
PERCY: Redrum not happy about having to give over his toys, but that buzzer looked like it packed a little more wollop than a normal prop.
CAT: Well, that's what these black and white French clowns get for messing with a true blue American made carnie!
PERCY: They aren't clowns, Cat, their Mimes.
CAT: Same difference.
PERCY: Not exactly, you see, a Mime....OH SHIT!
The explanation can go no farther as the action in the ring explodes, both Mimes rushing in on Redrum from behind while he hyped up the crowd. Fists and boots find the deranged clown in multiple places as the Mimes knock him back into their corner, and proceed to pummel him. A-Ref quickly begins a five count, and at the last possible second, the Mimes throw their hands up and back up. One Mime exits the ring, while the other moves in to position to deliver more boots into the clowns midsection. A-Ref interjects himself, pushing the Mime away, and while A-Ref tries to decipher what the Mime is saying in the center of the ring, the other hooks Redrum around the throat in a choke hold behind his back. Nirvana makes to come into the ring, but A-Ref see's him, and moves away from the Mime to chastise the Midnight King. With A-Ref and Nirvana occupied with each other, the Mime in the ring moves back over to his corner, and while one chokes the deranged clown, the one in the ring delivers right and left body shots across his ribs.
PERCY: These French Mime Assassins have cut the ring off from Redrum, and effectively played the official to where he isn't even aware of the double team!
CAT: Looks like sound Tag Team Strategy to me.
Nirvana stands on the ring apron with his hands up in the air, and A-Ref turns around just in time to see the Mime in the ring pulling Redrum out of their corner, and shooting him off the ropes. Redrum comes thundering back, and the Mime catches him with a high back body drop that sends him crashing down spine first to the mat. The Mime quickly drops down for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Kick out at two. I think it's a little early for all that.
CAT: Which one is that anyways?
PERCY: Um.........
CAT: We need to sew some sort of identifier on the seat of their pants or something.
PERCY: That's Comme Ci.
CAT: How do you know?
PERCY: Just watch the match Caitlin!
Comme Ci pulls Redrum up by a fistfull of hair, and drags him over to his corner, where he promptly tags his partner. Comme Ca climbs up to the top turnbuckle, and while Comme Ci holds Redrum's arm up above his head, the other Mime dives off the top and crashes a double ax handle down into the clowns ribs. Comme Ci quickly slips out of the ring, as Comme Ca takes over where he left off, driving a stiff elbow down across the back of Redrum's head. The clown stumbles out to the center of the ring, reaching out to Nirvana, who in turn, is reaching out for him. Comme Ca snidely Mimes the scene, before grabbing Redrum by the hair of the head and the seat of his pants, and then running him head first towards a corner. The deranged clown's upper body goes sailing between the top and middle rope, and he comes to a painful stop when his shoulder strikes the steel ring post on the outside.
PERCY: A-Ref really chastising the Mime, but he doesn't seem to notice, as he steps over, and pulls Redrum out, gets him in an armwringer, and then pulls him over to his corner to make the tag.
CAT: Man! These Mime's are no joke! Especially considering that they are a lot smaller than their opponents!
PERCY: Let's be fair, Cat. Nirvana makes up most of the weight difference on The Original Carnies.
CAT: Maybe so, Percy, but come on. These two Mimes are what...a buck-twenty a piece. That's like ballerina weight!
PERCY: Well...they are French.
Meanwhile, back in the ring, Comme Ci takes Redrum out to the center of the ring and hoists him up and back down with a scoop slam. Once laid out in the center of the ring, The Mime falls back into the ropes, and comes back into a leap, extending the elbow to drop it on Redrum's heart. However, at the last second, Redrum rolls out of the way, the Mime finding nothing but canvas for his extremity. Redrum crawls towards his corner, while Comme Ci rubs his elbow. He looks over to see Redrum's close proximity to his corner, and quickly scrambles to his feet, running over and grabbing the man by the ankle, and dragging him back to his own corner. He reaches back to make the tag at the same time that Redrum rolls over onto his back. He pulls with the leg still caught in the grasp of Comme Ci, bringing the Mime closer to his body, and burying his other foot in the mans chest. Before Comme Ca can actually make it into the ring, Redrum shoves hard with his legs, launching Comme Ci into his partner, which in turns sends Comme Ca hurtling back from the ring only to thud against the hard concrete floor.
PERCY: Redrum just bought himself some separation there, and he's scrambling on his hands and knee's towards his corner.
CAT: Yeah, but Comme Ci is running over there after him.....OH!
PERCY: Redrum moved, and Comme Ci ran face first into a head butt by Nirvana! The Mime is stunned, and THERE'S THE TAG!!
Nirvana steps through the ropes, and before Comme Ci can recover, snatches the Mime up into a bear hug, and carries him to the center of the ring. Once there, he shakes the much smaller man like a rag doll, and continues torquing up with his arms to apply more pressure. The Mime appears in agony, but even then he makes no verbal response, only shaking his head 'No' to A-Ref who continues to check him. Meanwhile, Comme Ca gets up to his feet on the outside, massaging his aching back from impacting with the floor. He climbs up on the ring apron, and technically being the legal man, enters the ring. A-Ref starts to intervene, but after some effective miming, realizes his mistake, and turns his attention to Nirvana, demanding that he let the Mime go.
PERCY: It doesn't appear that Papa Nurvy much cares what A-Ref has to say at this point.
CAT: Why should he? These dirty Frenchman have done nothing but double team his partner!
PERCY: Yeah, but I'd hate to see this one end in disqualification.
Just when it looks like Nirvana might actually comply with the official, Comme Ca comes sailing in from behind with a double ax handle across the back of the larger man's broad shoulders. The Midnight King drops Comme Ci to the ground, and slowly turns his attention over to Comme Ca, who holds his hands out in front of him, and shakes his head 'No'. Nirvana snorts through his mask, as Comme Ca begins animatedly miming something to the Original Carnie which seems to only confuse him. Meanwhile, Comme Ci has positioned himself on his hands and knee's right behind Nirvana. Nirvana, finally having enough of the Miming, starts to move forwards, but Comme Ci down on the ground behind him grabs his leg. When he looks to see what has him, Comme Ca explodes with a vicious clothesline from in front. Nirvana stumbles back, hitting Comme Ci, and tumbles down to the mat with the force of the blow. The Mime's hop up and begin celebrating, by doing elaborate mimes over the fallen Carnie.
PERCY: The French Mime Assassins are so happy with one another that they don't even notice that Redrum has worked his way back into the ring.
CAT: What's that sneaky clown up to?
PERCY: I don't know, but he's directly behind both Assassins....OH! OUCH! REDRUM JUST REACHED DOWN THE BACK OF THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSIN'S PANTS AND HE'S GOT THEM IN A WEDGIE!!
CAT: Them sons of bitches are strutting around the ring like a couple of chickens!
The crowd erupts in delight as Redrum maneuvers both Mimes around the ring on their tippy-toes, while he taunts them and the crowd. Finally, he lets them go, as A-Ref is all over them all for being in the ring at the same time. Redrum boots one of the Mimes in the rear, sending him through the ropes to land on the ring apron, while he makes his way over to his own corner, and stretches his hand out for a tag.
PERCY: Nirvana is on his feet, as is the Mime in the ring.
CAT: Have we lost which Mime is which again?
PERCY: We'll just say that's Comme Ca.
CAT: Right.
Comme Ca rushes towards Nirvana, who's resting against the ropes, but The Midnight King ducks his head, sending the Mime tumbling over the top rope and out of the ring on the concrete floor. He reaches over and tags Redrum, who is already partially up the turnbuckles. When he reaches the top he begins walking the ropes out to the center, and the fans come to their feet as he dives off, crashing down on Comme Ca in a seated sentan.
PERCY: That's a variation of his Tight Rope Walk!
CAT: Clown's got some balance. Wish he applied more of it to his personality.
Redrum dances around ringside, hyping up the crowd, as Comme Ca worms around on the floor in pain. Secretly, Comme Ci drops down from the ring apron, and sneaks his way around the ring to where Redrum is still working up the fans. Just when Redrum get's close enough to the ring post he's hiding behind, he peels out from behind it, and clubs the clown down to the floor. The Mime begins stomping away with abandon as A-Ref yells at him inside the ring. Nirvana comes barreling around to that side of the ring, but the damage is done, as Comme Ci quickly scrambles back over to his corner. All of this has bought Comme Ca enough time to get back to his feet, and as A-Ref comes out to get Nirvana under control, the Mime sends a soccer like kick into Redrum's ribs. The clown clutches at his injured side as Comme Ca jerks him up, and then tosses him under the bottom rope back into the ring. Instead of following him in, Comme Ci enters the ring, while Comme Ca hops up on the apron without a tag. A-Ref misses the whole exchange due to arguing in The Carnie's corner with Nirvana.
PERCY: These dastardly Mimes have done a number conning everyone here tonight.
CAT: I don't know...if they weren't French they probably wouldn't freak me out so bad.
Comme Ci comes in on Redrum from behind as the clown tries to find his feet. As soon as he's vertical, Comme Ci springs forward, hooking him from the side, and then falls back into a Russian leg sweep, with a float over cover.
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PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Redrum really had to dig down deep to get the shoulder up. I don't know how much more he can take.
CAT: Yeah, and these Mimes don't look like they are about to give him any rest either!
Comme Ci comes up to his feet with a shake of his head, and steps over to tag his partner. Comme Ca charges into the ring, and just as he reaches down to grab Redrum, the clown springs up to his knee's, and brings his hand up to meet the Mime's nose. The Mime's mouth falls open in surprise, and then his expression turns to one of anguish as Redrum twists, still holding onto his nostrils.
PERCY: Redrum calls that the Nose Claw, and it looks like it's pretty effective.
CAT: Yeah, the last time I saw someone paw at a nose like that, they were trying to retrieve their cocaine.
Redrum works his way back up to his feet, as Comme Ca flails around, the clown never relenting on his nose. The Mime puts his hands together, and starts a begging gesture, and finally Redrum lets loose, and places his hands on his hips. Comme Ca holds his injured nose, but makes gestures of thanks in the clowns direction. Redrum shakes his head, and then looks up suddenly as if he just saw something surprising. Comme Ca follows suit, and much to the fans delight, Redrum uses the distration to stomp the Mime's foot. The Mime clutches at his boot, hopping around one foot, but not for long, as Redrum thunders in with a huge lariat that damn near takes his head off.
PERCY: Redrum turning things around for the moment, and he just made a tag to Papa Nurvy.
CAT: Time to see what the Midnight King can do with these bozo's.
PERCY: You better watch out, Cat. Redrum might take offense to a comment like that.
CAT: I'll take my chances, Percy.
Nirvana comes into the ring about the time that Comme Ca gets back up to his feet, and the Mime is taken completely by surprise when the big man scoops him up, and then sends down hard to the mat with a body slam. Papa Nurvy takes a few steps away and to the side, and then simply falls forward, bringing his fist out to drop it directly on the Mime's forehead. The Mime pops up off the mat, and falls against the ropes holding his head, while Nurvy works his way back up to his feet. Before Comme Ca can get away from the ropes, Nirvana blusters in, hooking him around the head so that his face is pressed up against the ropes, and then drags his face across the taped cable. When he lets go, Comme Ca grabs at his face, some of his paint coming off into his hands, replaced by a red welt on his forehead. He turns back towards Nirvana, only to catch a big boot that drives him to the mat. Nirvana drops for the cover.
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PERCY: Thre-OH COME ON! COMME CI INTO THE RING WITH A WELL PLACED BOOT TO THE BACK OF NIRVANA'S HEAD TO END THE COUNT!
CAT: That's just good Tag Team Wrestling, Percy. Why are you getting so worked up?
PERCY: Cause these Mimes can hardly be told apart, and they are using every dirty trick in the book because of it.
CAT: I don't know, that welt on the top of Comme Ca's forehead sort of distinguishes him.
Percy doesn't get the chance to comment as Nirvana jerks Comme Ca up off the mat to resume the action, scowling over at his corner where Comme Ci taunts him still. The Midnight King pulls Comme Ca over to the ropes, and then shoots him off to the far side. He moves out to meet him in the middle for what looks like another bear hug, but Comme Ca launches himself with a cross body. Unfortunately for the Mime, Nirvana catches him in mid-air. Just before he can do anything with him, however, Comme Ci rushes into the ring, and drop kicks his partner in the back, sending Nirvana toppling over with Comme Ca on top of him. A-Ref doesn't even have a chance to chastise the intruding Mime before he's back out of the ring, so he shrugs, and drops down for the pin.
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Papa Nurvy powers out with authority, sending the Mime flying off of him. Comme Ca quickly gets to his knee's, and fast walks over to his corner, where he tags his partner in. Comme Ci slips into the ring, and rushes in on Nirvana with a Lou Thesz Press while the man is still on his knee's. This bowls the midnight king down onto his back, and Comme Ci proceeds to hammer right hands down into the masked man's face. After several of these, he hops up, falls back into the ropes for momentum, and then flies back onto Nirvana with a High Elbow Drop. He quickly goes for the cover.
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PERCY: Nirvana again with a massive kick out, but the man is breathing heavy, and looks spent. He desperately needs a tag here.
CAT: Yeah, all that old man sweat is probably making it hard for those Mimes to actually get a hand hold on him.
PERCY: CAITLIN!
CAT: I'm just saying!
Comme Ci helps Nirvana up to a seated position, and then puts on a very dramatic chin lock. Despite the over-dramatization, the move appears to be causing The Midnight King some discomfort. As soon as he's able, Nirvana uses some of his girth to swing up to one knee, and then up to his feet, Comme Ci never opting to let go, but rather to jump full onto Papa Nurvy's back, and lock in a sleeper. Nirvana stumbles around the ring, hands outstretched, grabbing for anything or anyone that might save him from going under. He slows in the center of the ring, obviously fatigued, and just when it looks like he's about to fall out, he reaches up to grab Comme Ci, and sit's straight down. The Mime's jaw collides with Nirvana's head, and he pops backwards flat on his back. Nirvana falls off to the side, exhausted, as both corners try and rally their partners for a tag.
PERCY: Both men desperately need to make the tag here, but especially Nirvana, who's been in here for quite some time now.
CAT: Yeah, I'm surprised that wrinkled bastard has anything left in the tank at all!
Comme Ci begins to crawl towards his corner, as Nirvana moves towards his own. Comme Ci slaps his partner's hand, and just when it looks like Nirvana's not going to make it, he lurches forwards, fingertips barely touching the deranged clowns palm. Redrum sling shots himself up and over the rope into the ring, and rushes towards Comme Ca with a clothesline. Comme Ca ducks it, but Redrum keeps barreling through, and catches Comme Ci, who was just getting to his feet, instead. Redrum turns around just in time to duck a sidewinder like fist from Comme Ca, slips his head between his arm from behind, lifts up, and then drives him down butt first across his knee with an inverted atomic drop. The Mime clutches at the seat of his pants as Redrum grabs Comme Ci by the hair of the head, and leads him to the center of the ring to join his partner. The clown grabs hold of the other Mime, still smarting from the atomic drop, and makes to clank their heads together. The Mimes, on the other hand, halt the momentum, reach out and grab Redrum, and bring their heads crashing face first into his.
PERCY: Double headbutt by the Mimes, and Redrum sent hard to the canvas.
CAT: Double your pleasure, double your fun!
A-Ref calls for one of the Mime's to leave the ring, and he obliges, but not before rushing over to their opponents corner, and clobbering Nirvana clear off the ring apron and down to the floor.
PERCY: Hey! That was uncalled for!
CAT: All's fair, Percy!
Comme Ca takes Redrum over to his corner, and promptly tag Comme Ci, who hops back into the ring enthusiastically. They pull the clown out to the center of the ring, and toss his arms around their necks while hooking him around his head. They lift the clown up for double suplex, but Redrum manages to squirm once in the air, and cuts a flip to land behind the Mimes before anyone can drop. They both turn around with surprise face, as Redrum drives a back fist into Comme Ca, and then brings his fist around to nail Comme Ci. He manages to fight both Mimes back for just a moment, before Comme Ca sends out a stiff boot low to the midsection.
PERCY: Was that a low blow! Come on, Ref!
CAT: He's saying it was just a low shot to the gut. Jeez, Percy, stop looking for cheating that isn't there!
With Redrum doubled over in pain, Comme Ca turns, catching him around the head before sitting down into a modified stunner. Redrum's head snaps back, and out of nowhere, Comme Ci catches him with a running neck breaker that takes him crashing down to the mat. One of the Mimes quickly rolls to the outside, and since A-Ref is unsure which one of them was legal to begin with, he doesn't bother hesitating as the other goes for a cover.
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3!!!
PERCY: Well there you have it folks, big win for The French Mime Assassins, although I still say it's a little tainted.
CAT: Whatever, Percy! They call that move we just saw Mime-o-Vision, and it looks pretty effective if you ask me, but if you don't believe me....take it away, Rhonda!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner's of this contest, THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!
Redrum rolls to the outside clutching his head, and he reaches down to help Nirvana up to his feet while in the ring the Mimes celebrate their victory by Miming what can only be insults at the crowd. The crowd responds with boo's in kind, but it doesn't seem to phase the Frenchman, who continue snubbing their noses silently.
CAT: Well, I guess that answers the age old question; Who's tougher, Mimes or Clowns?
PERCY: I swear to God, sometimes I think I'm surrounded by nothing but crazy people, and then I have to remind myself, 'No, wait, this is just what professional wrestling has turned into." Folks, we'll be right back after this commercial break with our Main Event of the evening.
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{MAIN EVENT}
Singles Match
(Non-Title)
Jack Nomad versus Johnny Raike
PERCY: Welcome back folks, as this next match is going to be one hell of a fracas!
CAT: What the hell, Opie? One minute you're all bitching and complaining, and then you come back to the prompter, and you're using words like 'fracas' in that fake way you do.
PERCY: Cat, I'm just trying to get through tonight with a little of my innocence intact.
CAT: Well good luck with that, cause it's time for some violence!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout is to fought to one fall with NO disqualifications and it is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!! Introducing first, from Astoria, Queens, New York, weighing in tonight at scientifically perfect, thank you very much, he is the Titan of the Midway, JOOOOOOOOOOHNYYYYYYY! RAIKE!!!!
CAT: What the hell, Opie? One minute you're all bitching and complaining, and then you come back to the prompter, and you're using words like 'fracas' in that fake way you do.
PERCY: Cat, I'm just trying to get through tonight with a little of my innocence intact.
CAT: Well good luck with that, cause it's time for some violence!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout is to fought to one fall with NO disqualifications and it is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!! Introducing first, from Astoria, Queens, New York, weighing in tonight at scientifically perfect, thank you very much, he is the Titan of the Midway, JOOOOOOOOOOHNYYYYYYY! RAIKE!!!!
The crowd pops big for their Titan, who comes out posing, whiffle ball bat being used as a pointer as he bops down to the ring. One good looking man gets his attention with a ‘how about some shots?’ sign, and Raike saunters over to pass the man his bejeweled flask, after checking an ID. Raike takes a swig himself before slipping the flask back into the coat pocket, alongside the riding crop poking out.
PERCT: Raike, as usual, ready to go in this punishing hardcore environment.
CAT: He might be ready to go, but with Hardcore Jack Nomad on the way, we’ll see just how well Raike does tonight.
Johnny slides into the ring to pose more on the turnbuckle, before removing his coat and handing off his belt to the ring crew, but not allowing them to take his jacket.
What Scares us is... I think we needed.. Violence...
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.]
SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! HE STANDS AT SIX FOOT TWO AND WEIGHS IN AT 241 lbs. HAILING FROM JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY....
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, Jack throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he surveys the crowd. He then turns and enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: HARDCORE... JACK NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. He removes his vest and tosses it over to his corner where a ring attendant takes it.
As the bell rings, Johnny Raike and Jack Nomad stare at each other from across the ring, each man trying for the psychological upper hand. After a few moments of stillness from both men, they begin to circle, each man bringing his weapon up to bear. Jack tries for a surprise move, knocking aside Johnny’s bat and swinging for the head of the Beautiful Nightmare, but Johnny interposes his bat, drops the point and comes back up, aiming for the chin of Hardcore Jack Nomad. Nomad moves just enough to avoid the hit before responding with an over the head two handed swing, which Johnny dances to the side to avoid.
CAT: What the shit is all this? This is a wrestling ring, not a fencing strip. Though I might enjoy it Johnny were to change this into strip fencing.
PERCY: That seems like a terrible idea, but each man trying to gain the upper hand here. Johnny definitely gives up some power to Jack Nomad, but showing the Houma crowd right now just how well he knows his way around a fight.
Both men opt for power over trickery, bat and mop cracking together in the center of the ring. Raike finds himself giving up ground on the next exchange, being pushed toward the ring post. A third blow finds him nearly cornered, and in desperation Johnny leaps into a forward roll, comes up running, and takes a diving swing to mid back of Jack Nomad. The first hit draws a grunt from Nomad, as his spins on his heels to confront Johnny. Raike is already hitting the ropes again, fakes a shot to Jack’s chest, and connects with a dropkick to the knee of Hardcore. Jack responds with a powerful, though clumsy, swing which Johnny avoids by stepping around the back of Nomad. The Hedonistic Hellcat immediately drives a toe kick into the back of Jack’s same knee, then follows up with a heel to the side of the knee. As Jack reaches behind to grab the Beautiful Nightmare, Johnny instead ducks, leaps from a crouch, and pulls Nomad down with a backstabber, discarding the bat in the process.
PERCY: Raike takes Nomad off his feet, and the Titan of the Midway has been staying one step ahead so far.
CAT: So far, but he can’t avoid everything. Nomad still hasn’t dropped his mop handle, don’t think he’s lost his….what I’ll graciously call presence of mind.
Johnny is quick to get back up, running the ropes even as Jack has already begun pulling himself up. Raike baseball slides into the knee of Jack Nomad, putting him on three limbs instead of four. Anger is clear on the face of Nomad now, and he surges back to his feet to side step Raike as he once more comes off the ropes trying for a drop kick. Nomad is quick to bring his stick down across Johnny’s side and ribs, but the Party Queen of Queens rolls away from the next one. Johnny scrambles to his feet, catching a glancing blow, before shouldering under Nomads guard and raking him hard across the eyes, following up with a knee to the wrist.
PERCY: Disarming shot to the wrist, as Raike forces Nomad to drop his mop.
CAT: Nice rhyme, Perce. Forces might be a strong word. If Nomad’s letting go, it might be his own idea.
Johnny steps back and fires off a pair of kicks, before backing into the ropes and charging in with a leg lariat. Nomad staggers back but doesn’t fall, so Raike is once more to the rope and comes spinning in with a roaring elbow, but Nomad catches Johnny with a boot to the midsection, seizes him around the waist and jackknife powerbombs the smaller man to the mat. Nomad flips over into a bridging pin.
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Kickout!
CAT: Oh, that should have been three, A Ref needs his eyes checked.
PERCY: Won’t comment there, but Nomad scores a huge powerbomb to put Raike on the defensive.
Nomad seems unconcerned with the two count, getting back to his feet before Raike, kicking him in the ribs to keep control. Nomad moves behind Johnny and grabs his foot, lifting the leg before bringing it crashing back down to the mat. He follows by repeating the maneuver on the other leg, then fetching back his mop and bringing it down hard across the back of Johnny’s thighs.
CAT: Oh man, that won’t win him the match, but a caning across the thighs hurts likes a bitch!
PERCY: Won’t ask how you know that, but Nomad focusing on Raike’s legs. Seems like each man is trying to take out the others vertical base.
A few more hits add some red to contrast against the green of Raike’s costume, and the most liberated man in professional wrestling tries to roll under the rope for a break. Nomad is having none of it, pulling Raike up by the hair. A Ref admonishes him, but can do nothing more under the no disqualification rules. Nomad throws a knee to Johnny’s head, biting back a wince and pulling Johnny to standing before forcing the Titan of the Midway into the corner. Jack starts with a stomp to the knee, then a kick to the chest, ending with a series of cutting elbows across the eyebrow, opening the champ up good.
CAT: And there comes the blood again? Why does he do this to himself, they’re going to ruin him!
PERCY: The Sissyboy Savior indeed starting to wear the proverbial crimson mask. And Nomad is smart to open up cuts over the eye, that blood will flow down.
Hardcore brings Raike out of the corner, nailing him with a kick to the gut and an elbow to the base of the neck. Johnny curls in on himself, but it does him no good as Jack picks him up in a half nelson and suplexes Raike hard to the mat, rolling Johnny up for a pin.
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T-Kickout!
This time Nomad does seem concerned with the two count, eying down A Ref but saying nothing. Raike tries to roll to his side, blood coating most of the left side of his pretty face. Jack returns to standing with ease, running his hands through his long hair before laying in another stomp to Raike’s head, undoing all his progress. Jack grabs the Thigh High Thriller by the arm and forcibly hauls him to his feet. Raike tries feebly to push away, but Nomad gets him in a twisting wrist lock, then let’s a look of sadistic pleasure show through his face. Nomad starts in on repeated kicks to Raike’s hip and thigh, drawing looks of real pain through his bloody mask. After a long moment, Nomad throws a kick to the elbow and then hits a hard stomp to Raike’s thigh. Jack is quick to toss Raike to the ropes and bend over for a back body drop, but Johnny grabs ahold of the top rope and bails, collapsing against the ring barrier, sucking wind and wiping blood from himself.
CAT: He may be pretty, but he always runs at the first sign of trouble
PERCY: Don’t know that that was the first sign, but Raike does indeed get the hell out of dodge. Though it seems like mostly what he’s done is give Nomad time to pick up his mop again.
Nomad follows Johnny out just as he gets to standing, swinging the mop hard into Raike’s arms as he shields his face. Nomad launches a front kick that sends Raike back into the barrier, then whips the American Wet Dream at the ring steps, following close behind. Raike surprises Nomad by running to the top of the stairs and leaping off with a Pele kick, catching the Hardcore one in the back of the head, sending Nomad tumbling hard into and over the ring steps, much to the crowds loud approval. As Raike crouches in recovery he takes a moment to pose at Nomad, head on chin.
PERCY: Raike with the presence of mind to launch that Pele, stopping the furious assault Nomad had been laying into him.
CAT: Stopping is all well and good, but Raike need to go on the attack if he wants to win this.
As though he heard her, Raike pushes himself back to his feet and heads toward his discarded coat, pulling out a thumbtack studded riding crop. It’s Raike’s turn for the sadistic smile and he stalks back over to the rising form of Jack Nomad, laying in across the back with the crop. Johnny swings one to the kidney, then moves down and starts going to town around the knee. As Nomad begins to fight through the pain, Johnny moves back and comes up with a yakuza kick, stunning Nomad and allowing Johnny to roll him back into the ring.
PERCY: Raike working that riding crop to bloody up the knee of Jack Nomad, and coming back inside.
CAT: He’s trying to climb the top rope now and having some trouble. I think he’s got to be taking too much time.
Johnny climbs up to the top rope, smiling through the blood on his face, launching off with a missile dropkick to the rising Jack Nomad, but Nomad rises much faster than expected and he stops Johnny dead in the air with a rolling elbow to the side of the head. Raike crashes to the ground, all dead weight, as Nomad gives him a sneer and stalks over to the corner to retrieve his mop.
PERCY: That knee can not feel good, but Nomad not letting it slow him down, and now he’s got that mop of his once again.
CAT: I don’t get it. Why does someone as pretty as Raike get involved with such brutes as Hardcore Jack Nomad? It’s like asking to get hit with the ugly stick!
Johnny hasn’t even begun to stir when the first crack of the mop resounds through the Hauma Civic Center, drawing a half choked scream from Johnny and a chorus of boos from the Pure Amusement fans. Nomad pays no attention to the crowd, raising his stick up over his head and crushing Johnny down with a massive two handed swing to the calves. The shout is louder now from the American Wet Dream, as he fights to push back into the fight, rising to his hands and knees by sheer force of will. Another blow lands, forcing Johnny back toward the mat, but once more he pushes up, getting all the way to kneeling. Jack leans back and swings for the fences, aiming a blow for Johnny’s head, but Raike catches it with a forearm, the blow no less stinging than the others. Johnny screams, but does so as he stands, turning into the next shot to take it on his back and shoulder. With a look of rage Jack Nomad brings the mop stick all the way behind him, tip of the weapon nearly touching the floor, but before he can deliver the final shot to Johnny, the Beautiful Nightmare fires a foot right into the bigger man’s crotch. Stunned, Jack pauses in mid swing, allowing Raike to grab the bottom of the stick and pull it hard into the back of Nomads head. A second, third and finally fourth shot are required before Nomad runs out of steam and crumbles to a knee. Raike hits the ropes and takes Nomad to the mat with a running side effect, both men staying on the mat, Johnny’s chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath.
PERCY: Raike fighting through those brutal shots from Nomad, before finally managing to take control.
CAT: I think control is a generous word here, Raike is on the mat just as much as Jack, and probably the worse for wear on that one; Nomad’s got so much extra skull he probably didn’t feel that. We sure he’s human?
PERCY: You want to run a DNA test, that’s on you.
Jack is first to stir, sitting up and immediately reaching for his mop. Raike, seeing or sensing the movement from Nomad, rolls away from Jack and scans for a weapon, picking up his whiffle ball bat. The two men begin to circle each other, each feeling the other out with small test thrusts, much like earlier, until Johnny hurls his bat like a javelin and charges. Nomad knocks the bat away, but finds himself eating a shoulder tackle as Johnny slips under his now open guard. Raike fires in an elbow to Jack’s chin, forcing Nomad back toward the corner. With a straight kick Raike all but throws Nomad to the corner, and backs up to the other side of the ring. The Thigh-High Thriller calls for a chair, being delivered one by the time keeper, and he is off like a flash toward Jack. Johnny drives the edge of the chair into Jack’s gut, causing the bigger man to slide down, takes a step back, and dropkicks the chair right into Nomad’s face. Johnny smirks as he pulls Nomad away from the ropes and hooks the leg.
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Th-kickout!
The fans can’t believe it and neither can Johnny, each side arguing that that was three. A Ref refuses to hear it and insists the match must continue. Raike, with one final look, returns to the slowly moving form of Jack Nomad and gives a stomp to the back. Jack pauses, but only momentarily, rising up like a creature from the deep. A trickle of blood has started to flow down his face, and he absorbs kicks from Raike as though they were no more annoying than the branches on an overgrown path. Johnny hits the ropes and comes back with a crossbody, but Nomad catches the Titan of the Midway and powerslams him hard. Jack stays on the mat with Johnny, driving a pair of elbows to the back of his left kneecap, before grabbing up his stick once more and sitting right between Raike’s shoulder blades. Nomad slips his stick under Johnny’s knee and pulls back, trying to bring the limb all the way to his own chest.
PERCY: Modified Boston crab being applied to Johnny Raike, and Nomad is once again attacking the knee.
CAT: No DQ means no rope break, and I bet Raike regrets that right about now. He’s got only his own ability to save him, and he may have met his match here tonight.
Raike screams, arms scrambling toward the ropes for all the good it’s doing him. Raike pushes up on his arms to relieve some of the pressure, but Nomad pulls him forward to keep the hold. Johnny’s face is fire engine red, tears welling in the corner of his eye, swinging his free leg around, finally connecting with Nomad enough to loosen the hold and pull his leg forward. Johnny rolls toward the ropes, sees Nomad run forward with his mop and grabs the top rope. Nomad clatters to the ground outside the ring, as Raike holds and rubs his pained knee.
PERCY: Raike sending Nomad out to the floor, but he seems in no better shape
CAT: He’s way less flabby, but they are certainly about the same level of beat up. Still, Nomad isn’t bleeding from a head wound, the longer this goes the more it favors Nomad.
Johnny picks up his whiffle ball bat and gently lowers himself to the floor, limping forward to attack Nomad, who blocks with his mop. Nomad is quick to follow up with a shot to the groin of Johnny Raike, then scoop slams him to the unforgiving floor, all to boos from the PAW faithful. Nomad hauls Johnny up and whips him into the crowd barrier, driving a kick to his back to crush him against the bars. Jack throws Johnny into the ring apron, grabs him by the back of the head, and throws the already bleeding face of Johnny Raike into the ring post. Raike looks stunned on his feet for a moment, before crumbling to the ground, bleeding on his own vinyl trench coat.
CAT: That’s it, Raike is dead, he is out like a light! Nomad’s going to get one over the Titan of the Midway champion!
PERCY: Raike certainly looks hurt, but this match does need to end in the ring still. Also, is Nomad still holding onto that mop? Through all of that?
Nomad hauls Raike up once more and throws him into the ring, pulling himself up with difficulty on his beaten knee to follow in afterwards. For all the pain his knee, Nomad smiles sadistically, cracking Raike once again across the back, before grabbing a handful of Raike’s hair and hauling the Thigh-High Thriller back to standing. He takes a moment to sneer in the face of Johnny Raike, but pays for his moment quickly as Raike spits a mist into his eyes, then swings the bejeweled flask hidden behind Johnny’s back into the temple. Jack collapses to his knees, pawing and rubbing at his eyes with his left hand. Raike grabs the top of the mop handle and jumps, cracking Jack across the stomach with his own signature weapon. Raike tries to pop up after the move, but finds himself on shaky ground, almost falling for a moment before catching himself and posing to the crowd, who respond with cheers.
CAT: I can never understand this, he’s got Nomad down, and he’s wasting time.
PERCY: Hard to argue with that, but I have seen the energy of the crowd bring wrestlers back from almost certain death before. Keeping that energy up could mean everything.
Raike brings the flask down between the shoulders of Jack Nomad, keeping him from getting back into the fight. Johnny takes a final swig from the flask and tosses it aside, picking up his bat and looping it around Nomads chest. Raike pulls Nomad painfully to his feet, then hammer whips the bigger man to the corner. Johnny throws the bat, largely ineffectively, before grabbing up the chair and charging at Nomad. Hardcore moves at the final second, causing Johnny to not his opponent but the ring ropes, sending the chair back into his own skull. Dizzily, Johnny spins and staggers away from Nomad, sinking to his knees in the middle of the ring.
PERCY: Raike is dead on his knees in the middle of the ring, Nomad out for blood behind him, this is not looking good for the Titan of the Midway!
CAT: Out and bleeding on his knees, you know Johnny’s been here before, and I’m guessing it didn’t end pretty that time either.
Nomad measures Johnny as he sits slumped forward, rolling down his silver knee pad and charging in, but Raike swings the chair hard behind him, catching Jack hard on the top of his head. As the lights go out in Jacks eyes, Raike pushes the chair in front of himself, surges back to his feet and leaps, catching Nomad around the waist with his legs, and driving Hardcore Jack Nomad face first into the chair.
PERCY: Pleasure Seeker to the chair! This could be it!
CAT: Jack Nomad has to find that last little reserve inside him, he’s got to stay alive!
After an agonizing moment, Raike pulls himself and Nomad over, leaning forward to hook both legs.
1…
2…
3!!!
*Ding*
Raike collapses back on the mat the moment he hears the bell, a look of relief and satisfaction on his face clear to all.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, your Titans of the Midway Champion....JOHNNY RAIKE!!
As Nomad begins to shift, Raike wastes no time in rolling to the outside, where he uses first the ring and then the barrier to help himself to the back, excited fans wishing him well, a few handing out business cards of their own. Nomad groggily gets to his feet, holding his neck and cursing a bit under his breath. Suddenly the lights around the arena cut off leaving nothing but blackness. The sound of leather moving is the only thing that can be heard before the lights finally come on. Standing behind Jack Nomad holding a small pipe in each hand is The Shadow. He spins around to face the masked man just in time for him to be struck in the midsection by one of the pipes doubling him over. The Shadow drops to one knee as he brings the other pipe up striking him in the face knocking him to the mat. He gets back to his feet and walks to the head of Jack before kneeling down beside him.
THE SHADOW (mechanized voice): Jack Nomad you were warned that bounty had been put on your head for your actions. For weeks you’ve paraded around here acting as if you are immune to retribution. Pretending that you are the end all and be all of this company. Now you must pay for your actions.
Jack begins to stir as he rolls over and places a hand on the boot of The Shadow who slowly rises to his feet, towering over Jack in the process. He puts both pipes in one hand and brings them down across his back with a double axe handle, followed by another and another.
THE SHADOW: You thought you could attack me? You thought you were actually smart enough to get one over on me? I am never who you think I am or where you think I’ll be. There's a reason I go by the name The Shadow. It’s because I am everywhere you are. I knew that you would be dumb enough to try and take me out. It doesn’t take rocket science to figure out your every move. You’re predictable and have been since stepping into PAW. I hung that bait out for you knowing you would grab it without thinking twice. Jack you will never see me coming unless I see fit. I am judge, jury and executioner of PAW and you’ve been found guilty. Your punishment will not be swift.
The lights turn off, but after a few moments of silence turn back on, leaving Jack alone in the ring still motionless.
PERCY: Who the hell is that guy?!?
CAT: I don't know, but he just sent a message to Jack Nomad.
PERCY: Yeah, a beat down after the man has already went through a grueling match. Who does he think he is? Batman?
CAT: I think he thinks he's The Shadow.
PERCY: Whatever! This is crazy. Is he even on the roster? Is Lady Munin going to continue to allow the types of things that happened here tonight continue? What about what The BombTrax did? Now this Shadow character....I...I'm at a loss for words. I thought it was bad when Stevie Harris was around.
CAT: Well folks, my announce partner is having something of a crisis, and we're all out of time. We'll catch you back in Purity for WICKED#14!
The camera zooms in on Jack Nomad, who's just now getting to his hands and knee's, holding the back of his head in pain, before fading to the PAW logo, and then Fade To Black.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, your Titans of the Midway Champion....JOHNNY RAIKE!!
As Nomad begins to shift, Raike wastes no time in rolling to the outside, where he uses first the ring and then the barrier to help himself to the back, excited fans wishing him well, a few handing out business cards of their own. Nomad groggily gets to his feet, holding his neck and cursing a bit under his breath. Suddenly the lights around the arena cut off leaving nothing but blackness. The sound of leather moving is the only thing that can be heard before the lights finally come on. Standing behind Jack Nomad holding a small pipe in each hand is The Shadow. He spins around to face the masked man just in time for him to be struck in the midsection by one of the pipes doubling him over. The Shadow drops to one knee as he brings the other pipe up striking him in the face knocking him to the mat. He gets back to his feet and walks to the head of Jack before kneeling down beside him.
THE SHADOW (mechanized voice): Jack Nomad you were warned that bounty had been put on your head for your actions. For weeks you’ve paraded around here acting as if you are immune to retribution. Pretending that you are the end all and be all of this company. Now you must pay for your actions.
Jack begins to stir as he rolls over and places a hand on the boot of The Shadow who slowly rises to his feet, towering over Jack in the process. He puts both pipes in one hand and brings them down across his back with a double axe handle, followed by another and another.
THE SHADOW: You thought you could attack me? You thought you were actually smart enough to get one over on me? I am never who you think I am or where you think I’ll be. There's a reason I go by the name The Shadow. It’s because I am everywhere you are. I knew that you would be dumb enough to try and take me out. It doesn’t take rocket science to figure out your every move. You’re predictable and have been since stepping into PAW. I hung that bait out for you knowing you would grab it without thinking twice. Jack you will never see me coming unless I see fit. I am judge, jury and executioner of PAW and you’ve been found guilty. Your punishment will not be swift.
The lights turn off, but after a few moments of silence turn back on, leaving Jack alone in the ring still motionless.
PERCY: Who the hell is that guy?!?
CAT: I don't know, but he just sent a message to Jack Nomad.
PERCY: Yeah, a beat down after the man has already went through a grueling match. Who does he think he is? Batman?
CAT: I think he thinks he's The Shadow.
PERCY: Whatever! This is crazy. Is he even on the roster? Is Lady Munin going to continue to allow the types of things that happened here tonight continue? What about what The BombTrax did? Now this Shadow character....I...I'm at a loss for words. I thought it was bad when Stevie Harris was around.
CAT: Well folks, my announce partner is having something of a crisis, and we're all out of time. We'll catch you back in Purity for WICKED#14!
The camera zooms in on Jack Nomad, who's just now getting to his hands and knee's, holding the back of his head in pain, before fading to the PAW logo, and then Fade To Black.
