WICKED - DVD TAPING #15 - From Natchitoches, LA 07/21/2016

WICKED - DVD TAPING #15 - From Natchitoches, LA 07/21/2016 Jul 8, 2016 5:19:25 GMT Double F C likes this

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Live From The Prather Coliseum

Natchitoches, LA

Thursday, July 21st, 2016 at 10 pm CST

Pure Amusement Wrestling

Proudly Presents:

BEFORE CURTAIN

Samedi made his way through the backstage madness with long languid strides. He is obviously a man on a mission and he will not be deterred. He pauses only for a moment to admire the “assets” of a young intern. His smile was slow and sweet as honey while watching her walk away. It would only take a moment to find out what she was doing after the—No—No Samedi will not be distracted by a piece of tail. Even if that tail looks like he could bounce a handful of coins off it. Taking a deep breath he smoothed a hand over his black fedora. His fingers brushing over the small talisman pinned to his hat.

SAMEDI: There will be other times...focus ole boy. Gotta stay focused.

Suddenly his quarry came into view. The whole reason he had to leave his home and business, and drive when he could be sidling up to some sweet honey. The nearly sole focus of his attention begins to walk down yet another damn hallway…Oh, hellll no.

SAMEDI: Munin girl, you stay right where you are! I have driven hours to tack down your skinny don't return my calls ass. We are going to talk!

Munin's dark eyes widen with surprise, as the ebony man with skeletal grin approaches. Though his signature grin seems to be absent at the moment.

MUNIN: Did I miss a call? I haven't checked my voicemail recently.

Samedi laughs at her with mock humor. His long fingered hands clapping together in time to his hollow laugh.

SAMEDI: I notice that you didn't outright say you haven't been avoiding me, but it's fine if you want to split hairs. Munin, this quite punishment has to stop. You can’t continue to run yourself into the ground and not eat. I swear to the Baron I will force feed and drug you if I have to…

Munin blinks slowly surprised despite herself. Then again it's rare that someone threatens to force feed and drug her in the same sentence.

MUNIN: Samedi-

A litany of frustrated Cajun French curse words interrupt whatever the PAW Lady was about to say. Letting out another breath Samedi carefully placed his hands on his shoulders. The touch oddly tender and his voice gentle.

SAMEDI: You can not hold your self accountable for what is in another's heart, or punish yourself for things that went unsaid.

He looks around with a small smile.

SAMEDI: I know you have a lot going on, and I am sorry I had to hunt you down here...but it was for the best. You need to forgive yourself and ask for more help. You don't need to carry the company and the world on your shoulders.

Slowly she nods her head, and gives the taller man a reassuring smile. It was obvious that she still wasn't completely convinced, but he knew that she had heard him. The rest would come with time. Samedi squeezes her shoulders gently before letting go.

SAMEDI: I expect to see you at The Crossroads soon for dinner and drink. You heard?

Still smiling and feeling just a bit lighter Munin nods.

MUNIN: Thank you Samedi…

Samedi gives his typical cocky grin and doffs his hat.

SAMEDI: Don't mention it, no really don't. I have a reputation to keep.

She chuckles while walking away...a small smile still on her lips. Samedi watches her for a moment before turning to face a Goliath that somehow managed to go unnoticed in the shadows.

SAMEDI: Something I can help you with Redeemer?

Press watches as Munin disappears down the hall, and then turns his attention to the Cajun.

PRESS: So you've noticed her change as well? I was starting to wonder if I was the only one.

Samedi's gaze shifts to the side slightly. Not exactly wanting to meet the other man's eyes. His voice was quiet and solemn.

SAMEDI: No, you are not the only one to notice by far. I just wonder how far and long she will take it.

PRESS: Well, I hope whatever has her troubled resolves itself soon

SAMEDI: Me too...we have enough people in town as is. We don't need another player.

Samedi snaps out of his thoughts and gives the large man his signature grin, but this time it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

SAMEDI: Good luck out there tonight.

PRESS: Thanks, old friend, but luck will have little to do with it.

SAMEDI: Well Luck is a fickle Lady, as much as any other I suppose...I wish you the best anyways.

Press snorts, but nods in appreciation before turning and heading off in the opposite direction of where Munin had gone. Samedi watches him go, and shakes his head with a heavy sigh.

SAMEDI: This gonna' be a long night.

“A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat joins a long pan of the semi-darkened Pure Arena, revealing within the spotlights that the turnout is packing the building to capacity, with some spilling out of their seats. The song plays and we sweep over the ring, the fans, the stands, the ramp, backstage where workers hurry to set up.

Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from the previous WICKED#14. A shot of Annabel Lee catching Rachel Ellsworth in a surprise pin, and jumping up and down in glee after the victory; Aokigahara Zombie with the Itai Claw on Plissken, as he covers him for the victory after the Puscifier; Jack Nomad nailing Kelsey Spencer with the Spine Jacker; Nirvana nailing Tapioca Joe so that Redrum can pick up the victory; The French Mime Assassins coming face to face with the Living Legends; Calvin Harris finishing off CJ O'Donnell, only to get powerbombed off the stage into some tables by Press; Nova Wonder finishing off Alexandra Kelly, proving her dominance once again; Finally a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen before the speakers cut the music. The focus of the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.

PERCY: Welcome everyone to another episode of WICKED! We are coming to you from The Prather Colosseum in Natchitoches, LA, and this show is going to be huge!

CAT: Damn right, Percy. We got a Main Event that's completely jacked up, no pun intended, as 'Hardcore' Jack Nomad and the #1 Contender Calvin Harris take on The BombTrax!

PERCY: I wasn't sure what was going to happen after Alexandra Kelly decided to depart the company, especially to the team of Nomad and Harris, but apparently they are going ahead with their plans.

CAT: Yeah, but after what happened last show with Calvin, you have to wonder if Harris is a little hot about being left at Press' mercy. He does have a penchant for turning on his partners, after all.

PERCY: I guess we'll have to wait and see, Cat, but before that can even happen, we've got a grudge match between CJ O'Donnell and Aokigahara Zombie.

CAT: I'm still not sure what's up with these guys. CJ nailed Zombie with a lead pipe at the end of Aoki's match on WICKED#13, then Zombie comes out and tries to get in CJ's head before his match last show.

PERCY: I'd like to point out that no matter what CJ may say, that had to play a factor in getting inside his head.

CAT: Sure it did, Percy. How would you like a guy known for putting his fingers down your throat stalking you?

PERCY: No comment.

CAT: Anyways, we also get the chance to see Nova Wonder and Johnny Raike for the first time in the ring on The Box Office. They'll be signing their contract for their big match at Bad Moon Rising. I wonder what the stipulations are going to be?

PERCY: I don't know, but can't wait to find out, but speaking of The Box Office, last show Cross Recoba's think tank almost exploded when Rodney P., Francis Ford Cuppola's former assistant, crashed The French Mime Assassins interview time by announcing that he had went out and got his own tag team!

CAT: That's right, and here tonight they will go one on one with those creepy clowns, and put an end to their shennanigans!

PERCY: How many times do I have to say it? THEY AREN'T CLOWNS, THEY'RE MIMES!

CAT: Hey, don't you take that tone of voice with me, Percy, or I might let The Sasquatch get you.

PERCY: Oh Lord, I almost forgot.

CAT: Damn straight! Strick Plissken has a date with destiny, when he goes one on one with the Yeti of the South!

PERCY: And if that wasn't absurd enough for you, we have an opening bout that's sure to knock your socks off when Five...count'em FIVE new PAW debuts go head to head in the first ever Five Way Match.

CAT: Yep, and following that we have the debut of two BFW elites, Mikael and Adam Wolfe, as they take on the cheer squad!

PERCY: Don't you mean Kelsey Spencer and Annabel Lee?

CAT: I stand by what I said. I hope they get their rainbow bright streamers jammed down their frickin' throats.

PERCY: Well, I can see that there's only one thing that's going to satisfy my partner's thirst for blood. Folks, Let's get on with the show!

Opening Bout
{When The PAW Debuts Attack!}
Five Way Match
Caroline O'Hara Burchill versus Roscar versus Hunter Storms versus Black Jack Colter versus Anastasia Hayden

PERCY: This match should be an awesome way to kick off the night, Cat! We got five way action coming at us from a bunch of PAW debuts!

CAT: Wow, you can't get that kind of action unless you're willing to pay $9.95 on a porn site!

PERCY: uhhhhhh.....RHONDA!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Opening Bout of the evening, and is a Five Way PAW Debut Match scheduled for one fall or submission!!

The red and white colors of the lighting flash to the heavy hip hop beats of Logic’s ‘I Am The Greatest’, signaling the arrival of the infamous Red Queen. As if on cue, the fans roar with boos and jeers, although their attempts at provoking the woman are futile. Soon, a lone red light shines down on the center of the stage and Caroline O’ Hara Burchill would walks out to stand within it. Like hail relentlessly raping against a window, the volume of the booing reaches an intense peak. Carolina regards the crowd with her signature smug smile as she slowly spins around, almost as if taking pleasure in the immense hatred being presented to her. She laughs and makes her way down the ramp, hardly acknowledging any of the insolent fans.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 120 pounds, and hailing from Sydney, Australia. She is 'The Red Queen' CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!

As she reaches the ring, she looks at her surrounding. The hostile environment is nothing to her and she simply continues on with her egotistical swagger, climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle ropes. She scales the turnbuckle, raising her arms up and shouting out, “Bow down to the Queen!”. She then smiles as the fans boo out in response, only to climb down and rest in the corner as she awaits her opponents.

PERCY: This will be the first chance we get to see any of these competitors in the ring, but Miss Burchill is already making an impression with her haughty taughty attitude.

CAT: If you mean that she's a class act and above these morons, then you're absolutely correct.

Roscar enters the stadium as "Before I Forget" by Slipknot is heard around the arena holding a beer can. Roscar comes to a stop, and stands still as he is looking at the floor.

Go!

He opens wide his arms and does the metal horns and suddenly fireworks light the whole arena. He slowly walks down the ramp towards the ring with his eyes straight ahead. The fans rumble in a low boo as they aren't quite sure what to make of the man.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Athens, Greece, and weighting in at 214 pounds, he is 'The Greek God' ROSCAR!!

Roscar pauses before entering the ring, takes a sip of his beer, and then crushes the can with his hand before throwing it behind him. He pulls off his T-shirt and then enters the ring.

CAT: Wow, I'm surprised these people aren't cheering this guy.

PERCY: Why do you say that, Cat?

CAT: Well, he looks like he just came from the back woods of Louisiana, and he's already swilling beer before he ever entered the ring. Seems like their kind of people.

Percy just shakes his head at his announce partner as "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin plays through the arena speakers, while the lights dim down, and a figure walks out onto the center of the stage.

You my friend look a lot like them

You're a lot like them

But I caught your lie!

As the tempo of the song picks up after the third line, the lights fully come back on as the figure stands on the ramp, with his head raised high, staring down at the ring. After looking at both sides of the crowd, the figure makes their way to the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: From Washington D.C., weighing in at 241 lbs, HUNTER STORMS!

Seeming unaffected by the mixed reaction, Storms continues his way down the ring. Stopping at the steel steps, he cracks his knuckles a few times, before walking up the steel steps and entering the ring. He takes one last look at the crowd before retreating into his corner and waiting for the match to start.

PERCY: Hunter Storms is a man who is no stranger to this squared circle. I wonder how he'll fare as a singles competitor, as he's best known for being tag technician.

CAT: You got to stand on your own to make a name for yourself, Percy. Storms knew what he was doing when he showed up in PAW.

The distinctive voice of Jack Colter says "Hit me!" A Jack of clubs playing card runs across the video on the JumboTron, as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" begins to play. Jack Colter emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. Jack smirks and walks down the ramp at a measured and methodical pace, unfazed by the crowd's reaction.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighting in at 232 pounds, he is BLACK JACK COLTER!

Upon arriving at the steel steps, Colter slowly walks up them, wiping his boots at the top before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Once inside, he paces the ring a bit before removing his black T-shirt and tossing it outside the ring.

PERCY: Black Jack Colter is as rough and tumble as they come, and his smash mouth style makes me think he's a favorite in this match.

CAT: Again, he looks like the kind of guy that these people should be cheering for. Like their own personal Messiah. Yet, they boo. Morons.

The sound of feedback plays throughout the building before the distorted guitar and thunderous drums of "Waiting for Blood" by Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats blares out. Instantly, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out. When she steps out the crowd reaction can be heard with their loud boos. Their response to her doesn’t bother her as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds, observing the building before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring...hailing from London, England, and weighting in at 128 pounds...ANASTASIA HAYDEN!

The announcement of her name only draws out more boos toward Ana. She just brushes them off as she leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Ana finds a free corner in the ring and walks toward it, resting against the turnbuckle, popping her mouth guard out again as she waits for the match to begin.

CAT: Man...there's a lot of hate in the ring right now. These guys don't look like they much care for one another, and neither do these fans.

PERCY: I got a feeling when this match starts, and the violence begins, that will quickly change.

CAT: Well, that's one way the fans and I connect. We like our violence.

A-Ref eyes the five competitors in the ring, and then just throws his hands up, and calls for the bell. As soon as it rings out, all hell breaks loose. Black Jack Colter makes a B-Line for Burchill, but he's cut off by a spear from Roscar, that sends both men tumbling through the middle ropes to the outside of the ring. They land with a grunt, but it doesn't stop them from firing rabbit punches into one another, and rolling around to try and gain position over the other. Burchill lets out a laugh at the two men, shaking her head in disdain. She turns her focus back to the two others in the ring, only to find Anastasia Hayden rushing right for her. Quickly Burchill slips out of the corner to avoid the collision, but Hayden hops up to the second turnbuckle, and then springboards, hooking Burchill by the arm and sends her sailing across the ring with an arm drag on her way down. Burchill skids off the mat, but quickly regains her feet, but before she can even take a step she's caught from behind by Hunter Storms, who hooks both of her arms behind her back before lifting her up and tossing her with a release Tiger Suplex. The back of Burchill's head and shoulders strike the mat awkwardly, and she rolls from the ring to the outside closest to the ramp for a chance to recover. Storms shows no emotion as he turns his attention from Burchill back to Hayden, who thunders across the ring and catches him right in the jaw with a high angled drop kick. Storms falls back into the nearest corner, while Hayden moves in to fire in a few chops.

PERCY: Good God, this action is fast and furious!

CAT: Just the way we like it!

Colter eventually gets the upper hand on Roscar, and he manages to cradle his head with one hand, while driving piston like right fists into his skull with the other. After a few of these, he pushes up to his feet, and waits for Roscar to get halfway into a crawl position before rushing forward and going for a football like punt to the ribs. Roscar, however, somehow manages to catch/absorb most of the blow, catches Coltar's foot, and jerks him forwards by it. As Colter is pulled forward, Roscar comes up to his feet, trapping Coltar's leg up against his body, before sending him hurtling overhead with a release T-bone suplex. Colter manages to let some expletive deletives fly before he comes crashing down into a few unlucky fan's in the front row.

Hayden takes Storms by the wrist after another thunderous chop, and makes to send him to the other side. Hunters, being the larger of the two, easily reverses the throw, despite his chest looking like a Christmas ornament. Hayden rushes at the turnbuckle and takes a leap to springboard from the second, but just as she lands, there's Caroline O'Hara Burchill on the ring apron out of nowhere, leaping up to the second from the outside, and bringing her knee right into Anastasia's face. Hayden goes sailing off the second straight down to the mat, while Caroline makes her way the rest of the way to the top. Hunter Storms watches all of this with cold eyes, before rushing forwards to try and dislodge Burchill. Before he can make it The Red Queen takes flight, catching him with a clothesline that sends both crashing down to the mat. Caroline, however, pops up to her feet quickly, bouncing off the ropes for momentum only to leap into the air and bring both of her knees straight down into Storms chest. He exhales violently, eyes popping open, and pain etched on his face as she quickly pulls his shoulders back down to the mat for a pin.

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PERCY: Storms kicks out! Man, this thing is crazy.

CAT: Yeah, I'm pretty sure that Black Jack Colter isn't enjoying his front row seat.

Roscar wipes a trickle of blood from his lower lip as he makes his way towards the guardrail that Colter had cleared before landing in the front row. The Gambler is already struggling to get to his feet when Roscar arrives, but the Greek doesn't give him any quarter before clubbing him across the back with a heavy forearm. Colter winces, but accepts the blow, and just when it looks like Roscar might go for it again, Colter wheels around, steel chair in hand, and waffles him right across the head. Roscar is blasted backwards, and he stumbles all the way into the ring apron, using it to keep himself up on his feet. The fans can't help but cheer, and Colter nods as he steps over the guard rail with chair in hand. Roscar looks up just in time to see the chair come crashing down across the back of his head and shoulders, this time sending him face first down to the concrete. Colter abandons the chair, and commences to laying the boots to him on the outside.

Hayden pulls herself up in the corner, and turns around just as Caroline is getting to her feet after her pin attempt on Hunter. Burchill takes off like a rocket at Hayden, who quickly uses the ropes to hop up, throwing her feet out causing Burchill to duck. Caroline's momentum sends her under Hayden, and into the corner, as Hayden drops and rolls forwards, hooking Burchill's arms with her legs in the process, and takes her down into a modified rolling pin.

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Burchill swings her legs backwards to end up on her feet, and immediately falls back to nail Hayden in the face with a short dropkick. Caroline's feet connect, and Hayden is snapped back down to the mat, but somehow Hunter Storms rolls underneath Burchill as she lands, and hooks her around the arms to take her over into a sliding pin.

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PERCY: Good lord, quickest succession of pin attempts that I've ever seen!

CAT: These guys and gals are like hiccups.

Burchill gets up to her feet quickly, and moves to knee strike Storms, but he manages to block it with his forearm. He gives the woman a shove, knocking her off balance, and before anyone can blink, he explodes off the mat into the air, catches her around the head, and snaps her down to the mat with a cutter.

PERCY: LIGHTENING CUTTER FROM STORMS!

CAT: Jesus!

Storms starts to go for a cover, but sees that Anastasia has made it back to her feet by the ropes. He changes direction quickly, rushing the woman to clothesline her up and over. Hayden, however, see's the man coming, and drops down to a seated position, taking the top rope with her. Storms gets tumbles out of the ring to land on the concrete floor out by the announce table. He quickly tries to get to his feet, and manages to look up just in time to see Anastasia Hayden come sailing through the middle and top rope with a suicide dive. Both competitors go to the floor, but Hayden manages to land on top of Storms, so she's the first one to get to her feet. Just as she's about to turn to try and get back in the ring, she's cut off out of nowhere by Black Jack Colter, who damn near takes her head off with a super kick.

PERCY: COLT .45!

Black Jack Colter seems quite pleased with himself as he hops up onto the ring apron, and slips between the ropes. Caroline O'Hara Burchill still lays motionless in the ring as he saunters over, leaning forwards to take the woman by the hair of the head. Suddenly Burchill reaches up and hooks Colter around the head while her legs snake between his, and she pulls him over for a surprise small package.

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PERCY: THR-KICK OUT! Colter just snapped to his feet, and he looks as mad as a hornet!

CAT: He goes to stomp Caroline, but she quickly rolls out of the way. She's able to get to her feet now, but Colter is hot on her trail!

With a vicious snarl Colter moves in on Caroline, and attempts a clothesline, but the nimble starlet ducks under it to end up behind him. She sends a drop kick into Colter's back, and he lurches forwards into one of the corners, his face striking the top turnbuckle on his way in. He slumps a bit, turning around to face his attacker, as the woman rushes in before leaping with both knee's at her opponent. She strikes him square in the chest, crushing him further into the corner. He clutches at his midsection before dropping to a seated position, and Caroline backs up, nodding in approval. She flashes the crowd a glance before rushing forwards once again, this time driving her knee right into the man's skull. Colter's eyes roll into the back of his head for a second, before he simply slumps over onto his side.

PERCY: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD BY BURCHILL!

CAT: She's doing her best to drag Colter away from the ropes...there's the cover!

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THRE-Just as A-Ref's hand is about to come down for a third time, Caroline is jerked off the pin attempt and pulled out of the ring to the outside by Roscar. The Greek God hooks The Red Queen around the waist, and then lifts her up before spinning to come crashing down on top of her with a belly to belly suplex on the concrete floor. Burchill clutches at her back as Roscar gets to his feet, looking inside the ring at Colter. He reaches up to wipe the blood from his forehead, remembering the chair shot, and slides beneath the bottom rope into the ring. As Colter struggles up to his feet, he staggers around to face an waiting Roscar, who grabs him by the front of his and then nails him with a vicious right hand while screaming 'Pride'. Colter wobbles, but Roscar keeps him vertical, before repeating the process six more times for 'greed', 'lust', 'envy', 'gluttony', 'anger', and 'sloth'. Colter is out on his feet as Roscar throws his arms wide, screams, and then snatches Colter up and takes him over in an exploder suplex.

PERCY: 7 DEADLY SINS BY ROSCAR!

CAT: Colter was still reeling after Off With Your Head, and now he's just absorbed all that Roscar had!

Roscar quickly goes for the cover, eyes wild, and he nods with every count.

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THRE-Out of the sky comes Anastasia Hayden with an elbow drop down across the back of Roscar, knocking him off Colter, and ending the count. Roscar clutches at his shoulders where Hayden landed the elbow as he moves up to his feet, and he turns to face this new assailant just as she comes rushing in with a rebound off the ropes, leaping forward and catching him square in the jaw with a single leg drop kick. Roscar's head snaps back as he crashes to the mat, and Anastasia lands beside him to go for the cover.

PERCY: SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN TO ROSCAR!

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THRE-Hunter Storms appears out of nowhere, reaching down and jerking Anastasia off of Roscar by the hair of the head. Before she can even realize what's going on he's got her on her feet, head tucked between his legs, with a double underhook of her arms. He lifts her straight up, and sits violently down with her head spiking right off the mat.

PERCY: HUNTER'S MARK! MY GOD! I'm about to go hoarse from calling all of these near misses.

CAT: I was kind of wondering when you became a soprano.

Hunter goes for the cover, hooking the leg tight.

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THRE-Carolina O'Hara Burchill manages to break up the count by coming clear off the top and driving her feet down into Hunter Storms back, causing him to crush Anastasia Hayden in the process. Storms rolls over to the ropes, grabbing at his back, as Caroline quickly moves in for a cover of her own on Hayden.

PERCY: Opportunistic cover by Burchill...

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PERCY: OH! Hunter Storms still lying flat on his back just sent his boot into Caroline's face to break the pin. Folks, all five competitors are down in the ring, and I don't have any clue who has the upper hand anymore!

CAT: Well, if it's any consolation, Percy, they all look like winners to me.

Hunter reaches up and grabs the top rope, using it to help himself up to his feet. Caroline, holding her face, pushes up much the same. Just as it looks as if she's going to rush the man, a body comes exploding off the canvas, taking Hunter's head off with a clothesline. Storms is sent right up and over the top rope to the floor below, and Roscar slowly turns to face The Red Queen. Burchill smirks, just before rushing the man who makes ready to catch her no matter what she throws at him. Catch her he does, around the midsection, lifting her high up into the air for back body drop. Only she doesn't flip over, but rather allows herself to be thrown high into the air, and catches Roscar by the head on her way down to spike him off the mat with a vicious DDT. She quickly floats over him, and hooks in a Crossface Chicken Wing, which takes him completely by surprise.

PERCY: KILLER QUEEN LOCKED IN ON ROSCAR!

CAT: Yeah but she doesn't get a chance to hold onto it for long before Black Jack Colter stomps her in the side of the head from behind. He just jerked her up, and pops her with a right hand that sends her falling back into the corner.

Colter moves in on Burchill, but before he can even make it, Hayden, who has been playing possum, pops up off the mat to catch the man between the legs, and pulls him down into a school boy pin.

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PERCY: OH! Burchill out of the corner with a boot to the shoulder blades of Hayden, ending the pin.

Roscar, on the other side of the ring, starts to pull himself up, but is knocked back down to the canvas when Hunter Storms grabs his foot from the outside, and pulls it out from under him. With a yank on Roscar's ankle, Storms has him outside, and whips him hard towards the steel steps. Roscar explodes through the steps, sending the top section skidding across the cement floor while he lay injured across the bottom. Colter takes a few stiff standing kicks from Burchill that knocks him back into the ropes. She rushes forwards, throwing all of her weight behind a jumping clothesline that uses more of her body than her arm, sending both of them tumbling over the top rope to the floor below. Hunter hops up onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and springboards into the ring with a European uppercut to Anastasia Hayden, but the woman ducks under leaving Hunter nothing but canvas. He quickly gets up to his feet, and he turns around just in time to take her patented running single leg drop kick right to the face.

PERCY: SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT!

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Roscar tries to make it into the ring, but A-Ref's hand has already come down, and he signals for the bell. Hayden rolls off of Hunter Storms, and she holds her back while lying on her side.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match by pinfall, ANASTASIA HAYDEN!

Burchill and Colter get to their feet and stare into the ring in disbelief as Anastasia rolls to the outside closest to the ramp and takes a few steps back. A-Ref joins her and lifts her hand in victory, while the other four are left to chew on the outcome.

PERCY: Well that proved to be everything we had hoped for, and then some, Cat!

CAT: Indeed it did, and that's a huge win for Anastasia Hayden considering some of the competition she was in the ring with.

PERCY: Well congratulations on her debut, but we're getting some commotion from the back about......errrr....Pokemon? Let's check it out!

The scene backstage fades in on an excited and fast-paced conversation already in progress.

ANNABEL LEE: Oh man, you have so many better ones than I do. My best one is my 658 CP Vaporeon. I have a 636 Rapidash and a 641 Arcanine too. Oh, and I caught a Meowth in the amusement park earlier.

Annabel proudly holds her phone out to her tag partner for the evening, Kelsey Spencer, showing her the screen. Kelsey raises an eyebrow and smirks.

KELSEY SPENCER: Impressive. How about a 722 CP Pidgeot, a 644 Pinsir and a 568 Jynx? I managed to hatch a Pikachu, too!

Kelsey opens the app on her phone and extends her arm toward Annabel, with a wide grin on her face. Annabel’s eyes widen with awe.

ANNABEL LEE: My Pidgeot is only 543 and I don’t even have a Pinsir or a Jynx yet! I’ve seen Pikachu shadows nearby twice now, but I haven’t managed to find him. I’m totally running out of room for eggs too. I keep forgetting to take my phone with me for my morning runs to hatch them!

KELSEY SPENCER: I only wish I could get Rapidash and Arcanine! I haven’t even seen a Growlithe yet! The problem I’m having is I’m in the middle of an adventure, catching Pokémon… And then my phone dies! And I’m like...gah!!

She makes an adorable impression of a young child throwing a tantrum.

ANNABEL LEE: Oooh I knoooow! That’s why I wasn’t able to find one of those Pikachus! My phone died. But I found this article about how you can save battery while playing, I’ll send it to you!

Annabel takes a breath as though she is about to continue, but stops as she notices that Brandy Irving is standing there staring at the two of them. She gives a sheepish look at the interviewer.

ANNABEL LEE: Hi… uh… how long have you been there?

BRANDY IRVING: Long enough to have no idea what you two are talking about.

KELSEY SPENCER: We’re talking about all the Pokémon we’ve caught!

She shows her phone to Brandy, still wearing a warm smile.

KELSEY SPENCER: You… don’t play Pokémon GO?

Brandy gives the two something of a vacant stare.

BRANDY IRVING: What is that?

Annabel looks to Kelsey in disbelief, and then back to Brandy.

ANNABEL LEE: You’re kidding, right? It’s everywhere!

Before she can start to explain to Brandy, Annabel suddenly looks down at her phone and makes an excited squeak.

ANNABEL LEE: Oh a Caterpie! It’s so cute!!! Kelsey, can you tell her while I catch it?!

Kelsey lets out an amused giggle as she watches Annabel dash off. She leans in to Brandy, demonstrating on her phone.

KELSEY SPENCER: Well, see, you can walk around and encounter Pokémon. See there? There’s a Caterpie that Annabel’s gone to find. When you find them, you can catch them with a Poké Ball! You follow me?

BRANDY IRVING: I think so.

KELSEY SPENCER: You can download it on your phone, if you want! It’s free, if you don’t mind grinding to get items!

BRANDY IRVING: Erm… “Grinding”?

KELSEY SPENCER: It’s a gamer term. You know..?

Awkward silence.

ANNABEL LEE: Got him!

Just a little out of breath, Annabel slides back to a stop next to Kelsey.

BRANDY IRVING: Shouldn’t you two be getting ready for your match instead of playing games?

A smile spread across Annabel’s face and she shared a knowing look with Kelsey.

ANNABEL LEE: We’ve already done that, Brandy. The time for training is past. If we weren’t ready by now, we never would be. Kelsey and I have worked hard since we learned about the match, and we’re ready to take on Mikael and Adam.

KELSEY SPENCER: She’s absolutely right. We like to kick back and play games, but when it comes to our careers, we’re very serious. As soon as we learned we’d be facing Adam and Mikael, we immediately started making arrangements to train and prepare for our first tag team match together. Hopefully, there’ll be many more to come!

She tilts her head in her partner’s direction, awaiting her opinion.

ANNABEL LEE: I hope so too! The first step is showing Mikael and Adam Wolfe what we’re made of. Once we get past that… well, who knows!

KELSEY SPENCER: Not just Mikael and Adam, but all of PAW! We’re gonna show everyone our CP is much, much higher than they think.

Annabel leans in and gives Kelsey a little nudge. She whispers, as though Brandy and the cameras won’t hear even though they are right there.

ANNABEL LEE: Hey… there’s an Electabuzz close by… Think we can catch it before our match?

With a giggle and determined expressions, the two head off, leaving Brandy standing there alone in the middle of the hall.

Tag Match
Kelsey Spencer & Annabel Lee versus Adam Wolfe & Mikael

PERCY: Haha, Kelsey Spencer and Annabel Lee getting some Pokemon Go in before the action here tonight! I wonder if they'd help me find a few after the show?

CAT: God, that would be a nerd three way no one would pay to see.

PERCY: WELL! *Ahem* Rhonda is in the ring with the particulars.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following match is for one fall, and is a tag team match... Introducing first--

As the upbeat opening notes of "Best Day of My Life" by American Authors hit the sound system Annabel appears at the entrance. A glowing smile is plastered across her face as she starts down the aisle toward the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Weighing in at one hundred twenty one pounds, hailing from Portland, Oregon--

She can't help but start to dance along with the music about half way to the ring. She slaps a few hands before rolling in under the bottom rope and springing up to her feet.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: She is ANNABEL LEEEEEE!

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. Her music begins to fade.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And her partner--

The sharp opening beats of "First World Anarchist" by The Dollyrots interrupts Armstrong, crashing intense energy over the arena. Kelsey bursts out from behind the curtain, brimming with that energy.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Weighing in at one hundred twenty four pounds and hailing from the Gold Coast...

She's all smiles as she makes her way down the ramp with a spring in her step, sometimes slapping the outstretched hands of young fans as she passes.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: She is KELSEEEEY SPEEENCER!

CAT: Both women brimming with energy, Kelsey with the more experienced edge here between them.

PERCY: Annabel debuting not only in PAW but as a wrestler in general-- two straight wins to her name, no losses as of yet, you can't count her out as potentially strong factor.

She enters the ring by scaling the turnbuckle on the outside and jumping over the top rope, throwing up the sign of the horns with confidence. Lee and Spencer confer in a corner, and the fading sounds of "First World Anarchist" are invaded by Metallica's "Master of Puppets".

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And their opponents, introducing first, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds...

PERCY: PAW's even-newer acquisitions here with Adam Wolfe and Mikael, but in no way new to the wrestling business, having come from BFW. The company going under is nothing to celebrate, but I can't say I'm not pumped to see what their former roster can do in PAW.

As Percy speaks, Adam Wolfe charges down to the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: ADAAAM WOOOLFE!

He slides in and quickly takes a seat in the corner, crossing his legs. The lights are shut off.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And his partner... weighing in at two hundred forty seven pounds...

"Sign of an Open Eye" by Gorgoroth blasts through the PA system, in the meanwhile, the big screen shows the Norway's flag which waves slowly; next, a black-and-white video/compilation of Norway's beautiful forests, waterfalls, animals and some ancient Nord buildings. Finally, the tron shows Mikael in his room, sitting in his red luxury chair - thousands of books surrounding him. The man can be seen displaying an evil smirk.

Finally, the lights are turned on. Mikael stands at the center of the top of ramp, wearing a white Victorian-era linen shirt, a dark blue double breasted vest, a black and white knit neck scarf, grey fingerless gloves, black pinstripe pants, brown leather belt with razor holster, and dark brown boots. Mikael makes his way to the ring showing no emotion to the crowd surrounding his descent. He slowly unbuttons his sleeves as he climbs down the ramp. After that, Mikael climbs the ring by the stairs and get in by pulling the ropes down.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: MIIKAEL!

He takes off his vest and scarf. The man politely slides his hands on the top rope as he walks to his corner. Finally, his right hand grabs his left fist behind his back as he looks up in a calm manner. After a moment of conferring, we start the match with Lee and Wolfe in the ring. They both circle, Lee charging in with intent to lock up, Wolfe grabbing one hand, dodging underneath and spinning her, executing a complex secret handshake that Lee is in no way privy to, then breaking into hand-jive. The crowd pops at the unexpected act, even Lee amused by him though she backs off to keep him from taking immediate advantage of the distraction.

CAT: Wolfe giving us a taste right up front of his unorthodox reputation.

PERCY: Annabel's not being played for a rookie fool here, rookie though she may be.

CAT: She might be a rookie, but apparently she's trained by a vet and it's showing through.

She circles again, him following her lead, and they lock up successfully this time. Wolfe has a considerable and obvious weight advantage at just over one hundred pounds, but Annabel is at least used to training with people much larger than her-- she knows her advantage in this situation is a lower center of gravity, resisting the efforts to bow her, then bracing herself and pushing right back. Wolfe finally gets a more clear advantage, backing her to the ropes, but as she's thrown off she latches onto his forearm and counter whips him, meeting his charge back at her with a high-leaping headscissor takedown. He rolls forward with it, springing back to his feet, springboarding off the rope in front of him with a back elbow to her as she turns. She rolls sideways, breath temporarily knocked out of her but still fresh, still able to scramble and avoid attempts to follow up on it, Wolfe to his feet to pursue but she charges from a crouch and knocks one leg out from under him, snapping on an ankle lock.

PERCY: Annabel looking to slow things down a little and catch her breath here maybe, trying to take control with technical skill--

Wolfe's still fresh too, flailing and scrambling himself till he can grab the bottom rope, using it to turn himself and kick her with both feet to the ribs. She stumbles back and he hauls himself up with the ropes, a pantomime at dusting himself off, then abruptly changing tactics to catch her with a spinning back elbow, slightly less graceful than one might expect from his compromised footing. It knocks her back all the same, but she returns the favor with a discus elbow of her own, following quick with a snap suplex, floating over and taking control of his arm with a top wristlock. Wolfe tries spinning out of it but Annabel moves right with him, quickly switching to a front facelock. He fights back to his feet and gets taken over again with a suplex-- this time she floats over for a cover.

1...

TW--Kickout. Again she doesn't give him space, snapping on a wristlock-- Wolfe's frustrated at this point, makes his way back to his feet, getting a grasp on her hand and ducking under and behind her back for a hammerlock. She slaps her shoulder, trying to ease the tension in the muscle, and he transitions quickly to drop her with a reverse DDT. Pin attempt, fast kickout, Annabel charges to try to retake advantage, Wolfe leapfrogs her and meets her return with a backflip kick. She actually stays down for a moment, brainmeats rattled by the hard unexpected blow. The arsenal he's taken from her, meanwhile, is catching up a bit with Wolfe. She wobbles to her feet and grabs his foot, dragging him towards her corner. He twists himself enough to boot her backwards--

Right into a tag from Kelsey Spencer, who springboards into the ring and goes right for him, a house afire. He's just gotten to his feet, a little uneven on his feet from kicking Annabel with the same foot she'd applied the anklelock to, and Kelsey plows right into him and takes him down again, raining fists into his head, forcing him to cover up.

CAT: Wow! Didn't expect that from her, Kelsey's not playing pattycake with Wolfe tonight after the loss to Nomad last week.

The Ref finally starts counting, making Kelsey back off. Mikael stares down at her from his corner, not at all pleased, the weight of his gaze threatening. It throws her off guard for a quick moment, Wolfe takes her down with a dragon-screw-like motion, hooking her leg with his and backbending into a muta lock. She's still fresh and it frustrates her, struggling in the lock as Lee cheers her on from their corner, Mikael's face breaking into a smirk at his partner's sharp work.

PERCY: Lucky for Kelsey, this move puts pressure on her back and torques her neck, but doesn't involve the shoulder much.

CAT: Lucky my ass, I don't think she feels very lucky at all right now!

Wolfe arches his back, torquing the move in, reaching for ropes, prying at his hands. After a couple long moments, she just breaks into struggling in frustration again, and it pays off-- Wolfe's ankle might've bounced back some, but the amount of weight and pressure he's putting on it has done it no favors-- it gives and he's left stumbling and temporarily sagging to one side-- Kelsey snaps into action, going after a headlock, twisting it inverted as they both make their feet, then snapping Wolfe down in a backbreaker and falling to a pin.

1...

2...

TH--Wolfe kicks out.

PERCY: Kelsey might have extra fire in her tonight, but she's not doing anything unsportsmanlike-- breaking early with The Ref's count, using all-legal but impactful maneuvers.

CAT: That's cause she's a rube.

Wolfe is seriously feeling his ankle as he rolls away and tries to stand with the ropes, trying to shake it off. His partner leans over the rope, both becoming less and less pleased with Kelsey and likely looking for the tag. Kelsey keeps a weather eye on both of them, assessing Wolfe for her next strike, looking to seal this deal. He, meanwhile, can't stay on the ropes forever, not if he wants to win this match. He swings forward, pushing off with his good foot and looking to clothesline her with his weight and momentum alone, but she ducks behind for a waistlock, lifting him--

PERCY: BLUE THUNDER B--

And midair he slams his elbow right into her face, savagely looking for an inch of opportunity to get out of losing. They both go down in a heap, Kelsey clutching her face and Wolfe still feeling impact from falling. He rolls to his stomach, crawling his way towards his corner. Annabel Lee yells out from her corner and Kelsey hears, trying to dive after him even though she's temporarily blinded-- she barely gets his foot and he squirms like a trapped animal, hooking arms and a leg around the rope. The Ref starts the count, but before it can even be registered by Spencer or relevant he's used the grip to buy himself just enough inches to catch Mikael's hand.

CAT: Uh oh!

Wolfe steps over the top rope, and despite impaired vision Spencer recoils and scoots backward on her butt. It doesn't stop his approach. She quickly powders out of the ring, skirting a neutral corner. He stands in the ring regarding her with disdain. Annabel yells to get back in so she can tag in and let Kelsey recover her vision.

PERCY: Kelsey has to do something here. Can't envy her situation.

CAT: We haven't seen him fight yet, but taking on somebody that much bigger than you when they're fresh and you're not-- she's gonna get squashed like a bug if she's not careful. And it just might be spectacular to witness.

The Ref is counting, Kelsey feints sliding back in-- Mikael lunges and she tacks sideways around that corner and comes in behind him, grabbing a leg and trying to pull him back into an o'connor roll to take the advantage, but Mikael doesn't budge. He lifts a foot and stomps at her instead-- she's luckily fast enough to dodge, rolling to her corner and taking Annabel's advice finally.

PERCY: Kelsey didn't wanna give up the ring, you can tell, but Annabel is just plain fresher right now.

CAT: Yeah, feed your partner to the monster first, wear him down and try again!

PERCY: If I were Kelsey, I'd probably backhand you just for suggesting that.

Annabel steps in, eyes on Mikael as she does so. He turns towards her, measuring her up, and she doesn't wilt despite the intimidation.

CAT: I'm not sure if she's brave or just that kind of green-stupid, but let's say both.

He swipes at her with his huge reach advantage, but she's recovered and quick and dodges, hitting the ropes behind him, nailing a leaping leg lariat as he turns. She practically bounces off of him, but with enough impact to stumble him back against the far ropes. She charges with a crossbody, very nearly taking him over, Mikael wrapping both arms around the top rope as she lands on the apron.

PERCY: Annabel Lee TAKING THE FIGHT to Mikael!

She leaps, planting a foot on the middle rope to enzuigiri Mikael in the back of the head! He stumbles forwards and she springboards, propelling herself at him like a bullet-- he turns towards her and WITH her, scooping her right out of midair and, using her momentum and his weight together, plants her with a powerslam with resounding impact and authority!

PERCY: GOD ALMIGHTY!

The crowd screams out in shock at it, Kelsey and even Adam Wolfe gaping from the apron. He doesn't go for a pin, simply hauling her right back up, to his shoulders and then straight over his head in a military press.

CAT: ... Transcendence?

SLAM.

1...

2...

THR--Annabel plants her feet, torques her hips, and throws one shoulder up with a scream from Mikael's lackadaisical pin.

PERCY: You'd think he'd hook her legs for that. What an emphatic statement that'd be for his beginning in PAW.

CAT: I don't think he wanted to win just yet. Bigger statement to let her struggle and keep throwing her around and toying with her!

He stands without rush, letting her roll for a moment in agony and start to pick herself back up, then grabbing her by the hair and hauling her upright, grabbing her by the wrist and propelling her into a corner with a big irish whip. She hits hard but doesn't fall down, arms wrapped around the ropes. That doesn't last as he charges in, looking to squash her, running himself chestfirst into the buckle as she drops at the last minute and skids away, almost on one knee with her foot braced behind her, heaving for breath as he stumbles back. She charges with everything she's got left, leaping with a double knee to his back that bounces him into the turnbuckle again, hanging onto his shoulders and bringing his back down right into her knees. They both scream on impact, her from the weight coming down on her knees with that kind of momentum, the crowd screaming over them in surprise and support. He rolls to the side and sends a fist right into the side of her head, wrapping a hand around her throat and leaning on it as The Ref counts and she struggles. He gets his feet under him and lifts her up, throwing an arm over his shoulder and lifting her to plant with a chokeslam that perhaps would've gotten more height had he not just taken a blow to the back. Sure enough, after she lands, he's flexing and rolling his shoulders to try to work out the damage. Kelsey screams from her corner, urging Annabel to tag her in this time. Lee stirs in the absence of a pin, even more winded from the throat grip in addition to having all the air slammed out of her yet again.

PERCY: Annabel has GOT to get to her corner now if she wants her team to stay in this thing. Speed's her biggest strength against this man and you can't run if you can't breathe.

CAT: What a turnaround. Lee and Spencer had this thing in the bag till Wolfe tagged out.

Annabel starts to crawl, and Mikael stands up straighter and watches her painful progress, debating for a moment before folding his arms and... just letting her crawl.

CAT: And this might be a yet bigger statement, if he thinks he can take Kelsey out as well.

She keeps moving towards her corner, hard-grit determination, as the fans chant--

CROWD: ANN-A-BEL! ANN-A-BEL!

Annabel's hand reaches out painfully and makes the tag! The audience pops loud as Kelsey slides in the ring, though she's not dumb enough to charge headlong into Mikael waiting and ready like this. Her feet are braced, knees bent, hands up and eyes wary, goading hand gestures urging him to bring it. His arms drop and he walks straight towards her, letting her skirt around him, just continuing to do so until the crowd's hushing and clamoring in turns for something to happen, an illustration that she's seemingly afraid of him and not gonna do shit. Letting that fact worm its way into her head. Then he abruptly charges at her, sending her skittering sideways in surprise, but she's been waiting on him to move first and it only lasts a split second, dropkicking him in the chest as he spins, reverse side kick, fast springboard roundhouse, quick kicks to his thighs and the back of his knees before snapping in a quick hurricanrana.

1!

2!

TH-- no!

She's not fazed when the kickout comes, it's a good start. She goes for his legs before he can get up, winding them and lifting with a groan into the Kelsey Cloverleaf.

CAT: She barely worked his legs, how is this a good idea?!

PERCY: Yeah, but his upper back's still gotta be feeling Annabel's knees, and now she's using his weight to put pressure on it! He can't throw people around so damned hard, and if his legs feel it too speed will become an even bigger factor!

And clearly, he's feeling it. He plants his hands, fighting against the pain to lift his upper body, controlling the angle and making her support all his weight, still painful but a more manageable pain. One hand darts back to grab her by the ankle, playing tug-of-war, making her split her attention, compromising her balance. She falls to her knees, but before he can recover himself she's running for the corner-- split-legged moonsault to his back! He's flattened again as she bounces off him and rolls, clutching her midsection. She rolls to Annabel and Mikael crawls himself towards his corner, out of reach for Annabel to try to hit 'Bel Air from the same corner. She grabs his legs and he rolls, kicking her off and propelling himself towards his partner. Wolfe tags in and charges at her, she drops sideways to scissor his legs with an oldschool drop toehold, quickly switching to a stepover toehold, right back on his legs.

PERCY: Right back to the legs, he might've gotten Annabel in the head good, but she still remembers.

He's close enough to inch them to the ropes, but Lee is close enough to tag in Kelsey again.

CAT: Is that so smart though?

Annabel isn't darting out immediately though-- he uses the ropes to get to his feet, but doesn't have the capability to run away before she nails him with the parting shot of the AnnaBELL Ringer and slides out of the ring. And he's stranded too far into enemy territory to make the tag quickly as Kelsey joins him, still winded but enough in the tank to heft him up for the Blue Thunder Bomb.

1!

2!

3!!!

The bell rings and she falls backwards, Annabel leaping in joy outside of the ring!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this match, Kels--

And Mikael is not happy, interrupting with a boot right to Kelsey's back. She shouts in pain, falling to her side. Annabel quickly slides into the ring to cover up her partner, while A-Ref pushes Mikael back and threatens him with a fine. Wolfe stalks the outside of the ring, his hands on his hips in disappointment, but he starts to make his way to the back. Mikael makes one last comment in the two women's direction, and then bails out to do the same. The fans boo a bit as the two make their way past the curtain. Annabel checks on Kelsey for a moment, until the woman can finally get herself up to her feet. Suddenly music fills the PA with a soft melody that immediately goes right into a hardcore rock riff that's very familiar...

#I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK!!!

"Paint it Black" as covered by Destrophy hit's the P/A, the lights dimming as purple and white lights flash towards the ceiling. The lights move in eratic patterns as two feminine figures step out onto the stage, one a rather petite five foot five inches, the other a rather large six foot two inches. The lights turn up as the two head down the aisle. Leading the way was a dark haired, pale skinned beauty with brown eyes, red and black eye shadow, matched lipstick, and fingernails. Each step she takes, she bouncs to the beat, doing alternating piston raises of her arms. Her attire consists of a black leather half jacket with the word "MERCY" across the back, a fishnet body suit, black leather bra, fingerless gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, short leather skirt, laced panties, calf boots with strapped and buckled kick pads, a bullet shell belt on her hips. Behind her was a tall and thick two hundred and thirty-five pound woman woman sporting a mesh body stocking beneath a black wrestling doublet decorated with pentagrams on the hips and the massive word "SIN" scratched across her belly. She sported several small tattoos here and there, the most notable being a pentagram on her right shoulder. Her knee pads and wrestling boots match her doublet, sporting pentagram designs upon them. Her hands are heavily taped to the mid forearm and look a bit worn and blood stained.

PERCY: Oh my God! THAT'S MERCY & SIN FROM THE PITT! What the hell are they doing here in PAW?

CAT: I don't know, Percy, but that's one Biggggg Bitch!

Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside, while Annabel and Kelsey look back and forth at each other. They slide under the ropes, and make way to go past the two ladies, but Tracy & Sin will have none of it. The big woman roars, grabs Kelsey by the hair of the head, and headbutts her right off her feet! Meanwhile Becky assaults Annabel with hard open hand slaps, ending with a boot to the gut and a roundhouse that sends her spiraling down to the concrete.

Tracy gathers Kelsey up and folds her over her lower back, holding her legs in one arm and her neck in the other. She then leans forward, stretching Kelsey's entire body across her wide back while causing excruciating pain to her hips and neck in particular with a move she calls The Scream Maker and what's it doing? Making Kelsey Spencer scream. Annabel, meanwhile, gets to her feet just as Becky spins at her with a high speed 720 turn, launching her boot right at the young woman's face and knocking her out in one blow!

Kelsey goes completely limp in the Scream Maker, passing out from pain and Tracy, growling with dissatisfaction, launchs herself back and practically squashes Kelsey beneath all two hundred and fifty pounds of her body mass. She then rises from her body as Becky pulls out a microphone from her half jacket pocket, and the duo casually enter the ring amidst a torrid of boo's.

BECKY: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA.... Tracykins! Did you see the looks on their faces?! We were like the Spanish Inquisition!!!

TRACY: NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!!

BECKY: We've come all the way from the bloody, ultraviolent wrestling scene of Pittsburgh to see how ya'll do things down hur in tha' souwath! WooooWeee!! Look at all them thar toofless inbreds in tha' crowd!!! Yuppers! Somebody's gonna' go smack their Sister Momma' wife in tha' eye! Yup yup! GUFFAH!

Becky's mockery of a southern accent clearly got under the skin of most of the fans in attendance as they boo her uproariously.

BECKY: Oh please, like you hicks are gonna' do shit to a California girl like me. You're just gonna' go home and spank yourselves to fantasies about me and Tracy with your sister-daughters!

She snickers and Tracy growls, stalking the ring as if a hungry beast looking for prey.

BECKY: My Name is Becky Mercy and my BFF for life who loves eating faces for fun is Tracy Sin and The Tag Team division here in PAW? It's in for a rude awakening! You got Mimes? Mimes are a great thing to waste! You got Living Legends? We'll make 'em Dead Legends!

TRACY: DEAD AND BBBBUUUURRRRRIIIIIEEEEEDDDD WITH THA' REST!!!!

Becky giggled as she sashayed her way around the ring, eating up the crowd hatred of her California bread, hick hating hass.

BECKY: Carnies? Actually I like clowns, so who knows, maybe we can be friends!

Tracy stops and stares at Becky with an odd look for a moment. Becky gives her a knowing smile.

BECKY: NNNNAAAAAHHHHH Mehehehehehehe.... Hey Lost Boys? Prepare to be found...

The bigger woman resumes her pace around the ring behind Becky.

TRACY: AND BEATEN!

BECKY: Battered!

TRACY: BROKEN!

BECKY: Bloodied!

TRACY: AND BRUTALLY MURDERED!!!

BECKY: You win that one, Tracykins! We can go on and on... but trust me when I say this. We're Here, Pure Amusement Wrestling.. We're here and the Playground will never EVER be the same again!

Tracy beats a fist to her chest.

TRACY: ALL WHO STAND BEFORE US! MAN... WOMAN... DICK... NO DICK... WE WILL TEAR YOU APART!!!!

BECKY: Even the Mighty Bombtrax will learn why you don't fuck with a little Mercy...

TRACY: ...AND A WHOLE LOTTA' SIN!!!!

Becky steps up on the second rope, learning towards the crowd.

BECKY: Bring your raincoats kids... We're gonna' make it rain blood from the sky.

On that note, she tosses the microphone over her shoulder and hops down off the rope. "Paint it Black" by Destrophy hit's the P/A system again and Becky notices Kelsey Spencer stirring a bit on the floor. With a snicker she drops down and rolls out of the ring, kicking her square in the face, rolling her flat on her back out of pure malicious spite. Tracy follows in suit, her large fist raised in the air. Becky bounces left to right up the aisle as the two head straight to the back.

PERCY: Folks, this is insanity! The rumor of PAW Tag Team Championships being decided at Bad Moon Rising has brought the vultures out of the trees!

CAT: This is an exciting time to be a fan of PAW, Percy! You just never know what's going to happen.

PERCY: We've got to take a quick break, but we'll be right back with more PAW action.

Francis Ford Cuppola stooped over the refreshment table where a healthy smattering of fine foods was laid out on trays. Bottles of water on one side, freshly cut fruits and veggies and dip next to that on a platter, and a variety of assorted sandwiches sliced into triangles in the center. Francis ran his fingers over everything, toppling some celery onto the floor before taking a bite of an apple and setting it back on the pile with a disapproving shake of his head.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: *with his mouth half full* No good.

His hands continue to roam with meaty fingers quickly leafing through the sandwiches like his goal were to have touched all of them in only a few minutes. He picks up a sliced sandwich and takes a bite. While still chewing he sets the remainder of the sandwich back on the tray and continues his forage. Another sandwich. Another bite. He sets that one back down. It goes on like this, with the half-eaten food now outnumbering the uneaten food.

As he forages, a shadow overtakes him. Francis looks up, eyeing the shadow before whirling around to face his impending doom.

RODNEY P: Hello, Francis.

Francis’ mouth is, of course, full of pieces of various sandwiches.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: RAWNEY.

Flakes of bread, and various meats spew out at Rodney who flinches in the face of it all. Rodney wipes some of the remnant specks from his shoulder and eyes his former employer with extreme distaste.

RODNEY P: Still completely neglecting those around you, I see.

Francis chews more frantically to clear his mouth.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh come, on Rodney. I didn’t mean to.

Francis points at Rodney, not realizing he’s still holding a tuna salad sandwich and accidentally spews flecks of tuna innards onto Rodney’s neatly styled, tailored suit. Rodney looks down at the mess.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh. Gross.

Francis gulps apologetically. Rodney eyes Francis with calm, cool vigilant annoyance, coming in close to speak his venom to an increasingly intimidated Francis.

RODNEY P: Tonight’s the night, old man. No more parlor tricks. No more slapstick. No more happy accidents. No more you. No more this. Just your team trained under your laughably ‘expert’ tutelage… against mine. You understand?

Francis is about to open his mouth, but Rodney shakes his head at his former employer severely.

RODNEY P: Tonight’s the night you cease wasting your words on inane chatter, and mindless humor routines. You may have fooled the rest of the world, but you don’t fool me, Francis.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Rodney, you’re scaring me.

RODNEY P: You should be scared. Tonight’s the night it all comes tumbling down for you. Tonight’s the night the great Francis Ford Cuppola gets his sorely needed come-uppance. Tonight’s the night I have my revenge. I hope you’re prepared to watch your mimes fail you against trained professionals. It’s nothing personal, Francis. Just… business. The business of turning you, once and for all, into the joke you’ve always been.

Rodney’s unrelenting glare never wavers from Francis as he swipes the sandwich from Francis’ hand, takes a bite and walks off leaving Francis to stew and cower. Beside him, some production assistants wander up to get some refreshment.

PRODUCTION ASSISTANT: Ewwwww, who took a bite out of all these sandwiches?

PRODUCTION ASSISTANT 2: And the fruit, too?!

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Uhhhhhhh.

Francis eyes the backstage area nervously looking for a scapegoat, dabs some sweat from his brow with his handkerchief, and slinks away in shame and disgrace.

Singles Match
Strick Plissken versus Sasquatch (?)

PERCY: What a night so far and it’s only getting better.

CAT: That’s right, great show thus far and it’s just about to get a little weird.

PERCY: You can say that again, next up we’re going to see Strick Plissken take on the legendary Sasquatch.

CAT: Or it could be a guy in a suit.

PERCY: Very well could be.

CAT: Let’s turn it over to Rhonda here to kick things off!

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

The 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 his opponent, hailing from Virginia, and weighing in at 205 pounds... here 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: Strick’s won both his matches so far and now he’s going to take on a Cryptoid. Who would have seen this coming… Anyone?

CAT: I did Percy, I see everything coming.

Strick waits in the ring, half arguing with the referee.

PERCY: Strick might be getting a little antsy over this match.

CAT: It looks like he might not be the only one!

Tony Chu makes a rare appearance as he emerges from the backstage area. He walks the ramp and heads to the ring where her climbs up onto the ring apron to have a conversation with the ref and Strick.

CAT: Bigfoot can’t make it, has the whooping cough. Get it?

PERCY: Well you might not be wrong. Sasquatch are known to be elusive, how could we really expect this mythical beast to show up?

CAT: Well, if he wants to collect his mythical paycheck, he’d better.

PERCY: Good point!

The fans begin to boo and Strick calls for the referee to listen to them. Tony turns to the fans and boos along with them. Without warning, the lights in the arena go out. Suddenly it’s dangerously dark.

PERCY: Well that’s not a good sign. Without lights, the Ravens and 49ers will not be able to finish this Superbowl.

CAT: Even worse, I think someone forgot to pay the power bill.

With a flash, the lights come back up in the arena and there’s a giant hairy man standing in the ring right behind Strick. This Sasquatch looks like he’s easily got a foot in height over Strick. The fans gasp as Strick turns right around into the awaiting hand of the Sasquatch! Sasquatch takes Strick by the throat and hoists him up into the air and plants him with a chokeslam!

PERCY: Big time Chokeslam from the mythical beast! The referee has called for the bell and with Strick down on the mat, this match is officially under way!

CAT: Bigfoot is here! Sasquatch! Hairy whatever! Call him what you want, but he is here!

Sasquatch sprints to the far side of the ring and drives a big foot right into the back of Tony’s head, sending Mr. Chu flying off the ring apron. Chu eats shit on the guard rail and crumbles to the ground like a limp noodle. Strick slowly pulls himself off the mat and moves quickly to catch Sasquatch with one leg still over the top rope! Strick pulls the ring rope up into Sasquatches’ crotch and proceeds to take Sasquatch for the “ride” on the rope rope as he throttles the rope up and down. Sasquatch isn’t too happy and manages to come off the top rope with a lariat, bringing both Man and Beast to the mat!

PERCY: Bigfoot’s singing falsetto!

CAT: Must you assume this Bigfoot is male?

PERCY: Well, I guess. We’ll settle for it, ok?

CAT: Cryptosexist!

It’s not long before Sasquatch is right back up and grabs a fist full of Strick’s hair. He pulls Strick up to his feet and uses the leverage to drive a vicious hook into Strick’s ribs. He follows it up with a combination of hooks which lift Strick’s heels right off the mat. Sasquatch then grabs Strick by the wrist and flings him into the corner. Strick hits hard and is met with a big shoulder tackle from Sasquatch which damn near buries Strick in the corner. Strick falls to his knees and struggles to get out of the corner as Sasquatch steps back and surveys his handiwork. The referee checks on Strick right as Bigfoot charges forward and drives a big bad soccer kick right into Strick’s skull.

PERCY: Sasquatch is not playing right now. This is not some side show act. He’s trying to permanently damage Strick Plissken, here.

CAT: Sasquatch is one baddd…

Sasquatch pulls a limp Strick to his feet and doubles him over and sets him up for a powerbomb. Outside the ring Tony Chu is finally back to his feet and is calling to the fans to actively feel pity for him, unaware as to what’s going on inside the ring.

PERCY: Chu really isn’t one of those ring-side type managers, is he?

CAT: Maybe if he had a bullhorn, he’d be better?

PERCY: Maybe.

Tony Chu turns around just as Sasquatch powerbombs Strick out of the ring, straight into Tony Chu. The two crash hard to the ringside area. We’re talking “oh man are those guys dead and/or hurt?” brand carnage out there. Sasquatch, feeling pretty good about himself, throws his arms up in the air and then does a little dance step with a spin. The fans don’t know what to think about this as the referee begins the count.

1…

Strick pushes Tony off of him, but still looks out of it.

2…

Sasquatch puts his hands on his hips and lets out a laugh.

3…

Strick rolls over and gets his knees under him.

4…

Tony just lies there like a dead fish.

5…

Strick begins crawling towards the ring apron.

6…

PERCY: Bigfoot’s not letting it end this way!

Sasquatch steps out of the ring, and takes Strick by the hair and hoists him back into the ring. Strick rolls and quickly stands up as Sasquatch rolls back into the ring, unaware that Strick has already made it back to his feet. As Sasquatch rises, Strick steps in and stomps on Sasquatch’s ample foot. Sasquatch roars in pain as Strick drives a stomp into the other foot. Now Sasquatch is in big time trouble as Strick ties him up for a DDT attempt!

PERCY: Strick has control right now! DDT incoming!

CAT: That foot stomp shouldn’t have been legal!

Before Strick can shift his weight and drive the Sasquatch down, the mythical beast picks Strick up off the ground and attempts to throw him face first into the mat, but Strick maintains his hold and with the help of a hand on the rope, he’s able to use the momentum to whip Sasquatch forward and plants him head first with a DDT! The impact is thunderous and the ring shakes as Strick immediately gets back to his feet and goes to the corner and begins climbing to the top turn buckle!

PERCY: Strick is going to the top! This isn’t his game!

CAT: It’s good to try new things, open to new opportunities!

Strick propels himself off the top rope, but Sasquatch rolls out of the way and Strick eats canvas as he lands hard. Now both man and beast are down on the mat and the crowd is in shocked silence.

Meanwhile, Tony Chu is back up and slapping the ring apron, commanding Strick to get up.

PERCY: This is bad. The big beast is down and Strick looks like he might have broken something! The ref is checking on them, but neither looks like a spring chicken in there.

CAT: Spring chicken? I think Strick showed he has the flying capabilities of a chicken…

Sasquatch rolls over and hooks the leg! The referee gets into postition!

...1

...2

Kickout!

Strick narrowly escapes the pinfall attempt and gets an elbow from the Sasquatch for his trouble. Strick tries to block another incoming elbow, but it finds its way through his guard. Sasquatch is looking for mount position as Strick fights to find a way out!

PERCY: I do believe Sasquatch knows some MMA!

CAT: Of course, the Bigfeet know all.

Strick manages to slip out and digs deep to roll over and he takes Sasquatch’s back! Sasquatch fights against it, but finds himself without the benefit of his height advantage. Strick locks in a rear naked choke and rolls the Sasquatch over! The referee checks the hold as Sasquatch fights to defend against the hold!

CAT: Sasquatch needs to get his hand up like he’s answering a phone, here.

PERCY: What?! How would a Sasquatch know how to answer… Nevermind. Strick has Sasquatch right where he wants him, here!

Sasquatch gets onto his side, but Strick doesn’t let the hold go. Sasquatch manages to push Strick’s leg scissors off and gets his knees beneath him. The crowd goes wild as Sasquatch manages to work its way back to its feet with Strick still on its back. Sasquatch then throws its feet out from under it and slams Strick spine first into the mat. Strick is forced to release the hold as Sasquatch gasps for breath.

PERCY: Strick managed to bring the beast down, but now he’s in trouble. That’s a lot of weight to come crashing down on your ribs.

CAT: He just needs to walk it off!

Sasquatch slowly rises to his feet and pulls up Strick and takes him by the throat with both hands and hoists him up. Sasquatch holds Strick in the air by the throat while Strick attacks the grip. No luck for Strick as Sasquatch tosses him into the corner turnbuckles hard. Strick reels for a moment before the Sasquatch rushes in and collides into Strick with a big elbow. Sasquatch whips Strick to the opposite corner and sprints behind him, looking for a Splash, but at the last moment, Strick leaps out of the way and Sasquatch eats the turnbuckles! Sasquatch staggers backwards as Strick comes up with his dukes up.

PERCY: They’re toe to toe!

CAT: And those are some big toes!

Strick throws combinations, moving Sasquatch backwards. Lefts and rights come in flurries. Strick finishes the combination with a big uppercut, but the Sasquatch doesn’t go down! Strick tries for another uppercut, but Sasquatch dodges and comes back at Strick with a big time clothesline.

PERCY: Strick is down again! Sasquatch once again with the advantage!

CAT: Lord have mercy!

As Sasquatch attempts to grab Strick, he scrambles through his legs. Sasquatch turns, watching Strick as he scampers to the middle of the ring and rolls over. He holds his ribs as he tries to get to his feet. Sasquatch comes out of the corner looking for a big soccer style kick, but Strick rolls out the way, captures Sasquatch’s ankle in a leg grapevine and uses his momentum against him to bring him crashing to the mat. Strick scales to the Sasquatch’s head and locks him into a crossface! He grapevines his arm and puts every bit of torque he can against his neck. Sasquatch slams his fist against the mat angrily as he gets his knees underneath him. The fans are going nuts as Strick cinches in the hold!

PERCY: Strick’s trying to score the miracle finish here!

CAT: Squatchy’s going to have none of it.

Sasquatch muscles his way up and carries Strick with him and once he has his feet underneath him, he muscles Strick into a big sidewalk slam which takes the fight right out of Strick.

PERCY: Flattened out Mr. Plissken with that!

CAT: Sasquatch is going in for the kill!

Meanwhile, Tony Chu is slapping his hands violently on the mat trying to urge Strick to get back into the fight.

PERCY: Mr. Chu is going looney!

CAT: His golden goose is about to get cooked, that’s why!

Sasquatch stalks Strick who looks to be nearly out of it. Sasquatch bounds to the far ropes and comes back, throwing his legs forward and comes down hard on Strick with a huge legdrop! Strick is sucking on fur as he shivers with the pain. Sasquatch goes for the cover as the referee slides into position!

1…

2…

Kickout!

PERCY: Pure instinct there, with that kick out.

CAT: Strick just needs to give up. Bigfoot can’t be beat.

Sasquatch stands up and sticks his finger in the face of the ref, evidently upset with the pace of the count. Strick rolls over and forces himself up behind Sasquatch and drives two stiff kicks into the back of Raab’s right knee, bringing him down to one knee. Strick measures him and scores a knee to the side of his head. Sasquatch is reeling now as Strick sprints to the far ropes, bounds off of them and pegs Sasquatch with the Puscifer! This finally brings Sasquatch to the mat!

PERCY: Strick might not have put enough mustard on that, but the Sasquatch is down!

CAT: He’s playing coy.

Strick hasn’t moved since he scored his finisher on Sasquatch. He’s still face down on the mat and is unable to make the cover attempt. The fans chant and Chu claps his hands. Sasquatch finally begins to stir as he sits up slowly and glares at Strick who is still down and lifeless in the ring. The fans are at a fevered pitch as Sasquatch gets a knee underneath himself. He finally stands up and pulls Strick to his feet and sets him up for another powerbomb. Strick is unable to fight against Sasquatch.

PERCY: This might do it! Strick is out!

Sasquatch rips Strick up off of his feet and at the top of the powerbomb, Sasquatch elevates Strick even further, before dropping him back down to earth hard! The crowd gasps as Strick hits and rolls over and right out of the ring. Sasquatch staggers and falls against the ring ropes, using them for support.

Outside of the ring, Tony Chu checks on his client who looks like he’s been put through a war!

PERCY: Falling out of the ring may have saved Strick, right there.

CAT: Unbelievable powerbomb, there.

Sasquatch gets himself together and exits the ring as the ref begins the count.

1…

Sasquatch runs off Tony Chu and is left alone with a broken Strick Plissken.

2...

PERCY: This is getting out of hand!

CAT: Depends on your perspective!

3…

Sasquatch pulls Strick up by the hair on top of his dome and flings him back into the ring. Sasquatch follows him back in, looking to put the icing on the cake. Strick falls onto his back and breathes out heavily. Sasquatch comes to his feet and stands over Strick, measuring him. Sasquatch pulls Strick up, looking for what appears to be a suplex when Strick cinches him up and pulls him into a small package! The ref scrambles to get into position to make the count!

1…

Kickout!

PERCY: Sasquatch is having nothing to do with it!

CAT: Oh my word, this match is never going to end!

Strick and Sasquatch both rise at the same time. Strick’s now bleeding from his lip and Sasquatch looks, well, furry. Strick puts his dukes up as they step towards each other, ready to go toe to toe.

PERCY: OH! Sasquatch with a straight left jab, just snapping Strick's head back. And another one! Who knew that Sasquatch's were so well versed in boxing?

CAT: Percy, I don't think I can justify that question with a real answer. I don't think this can get anymore ridiculous.

Strick staggers, perhaps out on his feet, as Sasquatch rares back and swing a big right hand to finish out the combination strikes. Strick, much to everyone's surprise, ducks under the punch, slips right under Sasquatch's arm, and lifts him up for a side suplex. Both men hit the canvas, and Strick rolls onto his stomach, and begins to push up to his feet. Sasquatch reaches for the lights, eventually sitting up, and rising to one knee. As soon as he's vertical, he slowly turns towards Strick, who thunders across the ring at him, and catches him with a vicious gore. The spear doesn't take him off his feet, however, but knocks him all the way through the ropes, where he lands hard on the concrete in a furry mess.

PERCY: STRICK JUST PUSCIFIED SASQUATCH RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!

CAT: I stand corrected. That statement just made this get a lot more ridiculous...

Strick lays on the mat for a moment as A-Ref steps over to the edge of the ring to check on Sasquatch. Seeing that he isn't moving, he begins his count. At five, Strick pulls himself up by use of the ropes, and starts to make his way outside, but then things better of it. He waves his opponent off, and simply falls back into a corner. Meanwhile, Sasquatch struggles to get to his feet, and at the count of eight it looks like he's going to make it, but he stumbles, falling back into a sitting position, as A-Ref reaches nine, and then ten. The bell sounds.

PERCY: Well that's not how we wanted this match to end, but it's over. Strick Plissken is going to get the win by count out.

CAT: Speak for yourself, Percy. I think we're all just thankful it's over.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match via count out, STRICK PLISSKEN!

A-Ref makes to lift Strick's hand over his head, but Plissken jerks his arm away, and shakes his head as he watches Sasquatch finally make it to his feet on the outside. The fur covered monster looks up into the ring at him, lets out a very human howl, and then jumps the barricade, running off to disappear in the crowd. Strick watches all this in complete disdain, wiping the blood from his bottom lip, and letting out a few curse words before exiting the ring and making his way to the back.

PERCY: For a guy who just technically won this match, Strick doesn't look too happy about it.

CAT: Percy, I know this is probably hard for you to understand, but not everyone likes being made to look like a fool....and wrestling Sasquatch, well, that's about as high as you can get without being put in the loony bin.

PERCY: Well, in any event, Strick Plissken wins the match, Sasquatch disappears once again, and we're going to take the time to hear a word from our sponsors. Don't go anywhere folks, we'll be right back!

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Singles Match
Caleb Houston versus Rachel Ellsworth

PERCY: Alright, folks, we're back with more PAW action! This next match pits two of the newer members of PAW up against each other.

CAT: Rachel Ellsworth and Caleb Houston. Let's see what this one brings.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is your Opening Bout of the evening, and is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission.....

Someone call the ambulance...

There's gonna be an accident.

The chorus of 'Infra-Red' by Placebo plays as orange and red lights wash over the arena, the crowd cheering raucously for the young woman that is about to emerge. Not the sort to cool her heels backstage for long, Rachel Ellsworth steps through the curtain and onto the ramp, a mischievous smile on her lips that promises nothing good for the poor sap that's getting into the ring with her tonight. The feisty little redhead raises her fists above her head as she looks out over the crowd, garnering their support while also revving herself up for the match to come. This movement triggers a v-shaped formation of white pyros to go off behind her.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, coming to us from Cochranton, Pennsylvania, and weighing in at 154 pounds, she is 'The Atomic Redhead' RACHEL ELLSWORTH!!!

Heading down the ramp at a leisurely-enough pace to interact with the fans as she goes, she makes her way into the ring via sliding beneath the bottom rope. Heading over to the nearest turnbuckle, she mounts it and continues eating up the cheers that she's getting from the fans. Ultimately, though, she has to hop down and get ready for her match... and that is exactly what she does, doing a few stretches that could be considered provocative if one has a thing for rudimentary calisthenics.

PERCY: Two weeks ago we saw Rachel fall short against Annabel Lee. The question now is how she will pick herself up for what is sure to be a very tough battle against a near eight year veteran in Caleb Houston.

CAT: Rachel is just as proven as Caleb, and I expect she will put up a great fight. That rookie got lucky last time out, but Rachel will bring her best for tonight's match.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And her opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 217 pounds....

'You Only Live Once’ by Suicide Silence hits the PA system. The lights in the arena slowly dim down. As the beat picks up Caleb steps through the curtains. Wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black and gold fight shorts. His head is bowed and focused on the ring in front of him. His arms are hanging down to his sides his hands shaking as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. His stare breaking.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: CALEB HOUSTON!

As he makes the turn at the bottom of the ramp he removes the hood from his head and slowly unzips the sweat shirt. Tossing it out into the crowd before climbing up the steps. Walking to the center of the apron he grabs the top rope and springs himself into the ring. Once he is in the ring the lights slowly being to turn up. His head is still slightly bent his eyes focused on the crowd as he makes his way around the ring testing the ropes. Making his way to the corner he crouches down and places his right hand on the mat awaiting the beginning of the match.

PERCY: And we're about ready for go time!

CAT: No, really?!

A-Ref goes over the rules briefly, and then calls for the bell. The two are quick to lock up, and Caleb immediately forces Rachel up against the ropes. Ellsworth releases her hold on Caleb, and the referee counts for them to break. Houston lets go and steps back, but Rachel is quick to attack Caleb, catching him with a European uppercut.

PERCY: What a quick start to this match from Rachel!

CAT: She has Caleb on the back foot straight away.

As Caleb reels backward, Rachel strikes him with a second uppercut. She grabs his arm and yanks, perhaps looking to bring Houston down with an armbar, but Caleb manages to reverse her hold and instead take her down with a hip toss.

PERCY: But Caleb with the fight back, slamming Rachel to the mat!

CAT: It looks like Rachel was aiming for an armbar, but Houston was having none of it.

With Rachel grounded, Caleb rolls and looks to lock in a Fujiwara armbar, but Rachel manages to roll away from him, breaking his grip. Caleb is quickly to his feet, and Rachel uses the ropes to get to hers. Caleb rushes forward and turns Rachel inside out with a spear, slamming her into the mat.

PERCY: Ouch!

CAT: Rachel just got broken in half!

Caleb rests on his knees for a second, catching his breath, whilst Rachel clutches at her midriff. Houston moves behind The Atomic Redhead and sits her up, hoisting her from the mat with his arms around her waist, throwing her up and then back down with a German suplex. Rachel bounces off the mat and lands on her chest. Caleb is quickly onto her ankle, twisting it to an absurd angle.

PERCY: He has that lock held in tight!

CAT: Talk about ironic, the woman known for her submission maneuvers may fall foul of one herself right here!

Rachel roars in pain as Caleb applies pressure to her ankle. She claws forward, but he pulls her back toward the middle of the ring. Rachel claws again, this time managing to unbalance Caleb just enough to twist herself around and break his hold as she rolls. Rachel tries to get to her feet but before she can fully stand, Caleb wraps his arms around her waist and throws her backward with another German suplex.

Caleb crouches, watching as Ellsworth gets to her feet. He charges forward, spinning as he leaps, but his tornado kick misses when Rachel ducks!

PERCY: He went for his Down in Flames kick, and missed!

CAT: It’s risky to try a move like that early in!

Caleb ends up stopping his momentum at the ropes and turns, only to see Rachel trying to kick him. Houston catches the kick, but Ellsworth leaps and instead connects with her other leg to the back of his head. The enziguri sends Caleb over the ropes and sprawling down to the mat on the outside. The referee starts his count.

In the ring, Rachel is rolling her ankle, testing its limits. She stands and seems to be okay with her weight on it. She drops to the mat and slides out of the ring. On the outside, Houston has barely moved. Rachel pulls him to his feet and hammers him with a forearm shot, forcing him up against the security barricade.

Rachel takes a step back and clotheslines Houston over, into the crowd. He is quickly to his knees, but seems disoriented. Ellsworth grabs his head and yanks it back toward her, his back now against the barricade as she locks him into a dragon sleeper.

PERCY: A dragon sleeper here could spell doom for Caleb!

CAT: Yes, but - and this is important - the match cannot end on the outside!

The referee slides from the ring and insists that Rachel breaks the hold. She complies, turning Caleb over on the barricade and striking him with a knee to the face, leaving him hanging. Rachel argues with the referee a little before hitting the back of Caleb’s exposed thigh a couple of times, grinning all the meanwhile.

Rachel enters then immediately exits the ring, breaking the referee’s count. Houston manages to leverage himself from the barricade and flops down to the thin mats around the ring. As Rachel closes in on him again, he grabs at her shorts in a desperate measure, and brings her face first down into the barricade. Both competitors are down on the outside.

PERCY: This could end in a double count out if they're no careful...

CAT: These two aren't that stupid. Are they? Surely?

Caleb stands, using the wall to get to his feet, and pulls Rachel to hers by her hair. He circles her around and tosses her back into the ring. He gingerly follows, but Rachel is already up. She rebounds off the far rope and meets him as he stands, knocking him reeling back into the ropes with a running European uppercut.

Caleb swings but Rachel ducks. She grabs his flailing arm, quickly spinning him around with his own momentum and drops him to the mat with her Seein’ Red. She hooks the leg, and the referee slides in to count!

PERCY: Is it over?!

1...

2...

Caleb kicks out!

PERCY: No! He kicked out.

CAT: That was close.

Rachel grabs Caleb’s wrist and Irish whips him, but on the rebound Houston catches her with a spinning heel kick. Both competitors are down again, each trying to get back up, both gasping for air as the physicality of the match takes its toll. Caleb is first up, but only marginally. Rachel swings and misses, and Caleb wraps her arms around her neck, tossing her up into the air and crashing down behind him with his The Equalizer suplex. Caleb stands and yells that it’s over. He waits for Rachel to get to her feet and charges in. Ellsworth bursts into action and catches the charging Houston with a Lou Thesz press, quickly moving around and turning him over on the mat. She hooks his arms and flips over, locking him into her patented Red(head) Death move, all of the pressure of her hold applied to his shoulders and the back of his neck.

PERCY: She has that submission hold locked in tight!

CAT: The question now is whether Houston will tap?!

Caleb tries to wriggle free, but even despite his size and strength advantage, the hold and its expert application has him locked in place.

PERCY: THERE'S THE TAP! Rachel Ellsworth has done it!

The bell sounds, and Ellsworth releases her finisher, getting to her feet a little fatigued but obviously savoring victory. She throws her hands over her head as Rhonda announces the results.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And here is your winner by submission.....RACHEL ELLSWORTH!

Rachel continues to celebrate as the fans give a mixed reaction for the fiery redhead. She hops down out of the ring and makes her way to the back, still nodding her head with confidence. Caleb Houston pulls himself up in the ring, leaning against the top rope facing the announcers table. His attention is on them as the crowd suddenly roars much to his surprise.

PERCY: Turn around!!

CAT: He can't hear you dummy.

Genocide slides into the ring under the bottom rope as Caleb turns around. As he does so Genocide brings a hockey stick across his head nailing him between the eyes causing his face to be covered with a crimson mask.

CAT: I thought cross checking was illegal.

Genocide brings the stick down several more times across Caleb's shoulder and back area before finally stopping and surveying the damage done.

PERCY: Someone needs to help Caleb.

CAT: I think he's good now.

Genocide drops the stick and grabs at the title around his waist and holds it above his head.

PERCY: That's the BFW Carnage Championship. But what's he got written over it?

The camera zooms in to see the words PAW Championship spray painted across the plate.

CAT: I guess he wanted to make a couple of statements tonight.

PERCY: This is ridiculous.

The crowd boos as Genocide grabs his hockey stick and exits the ring backing his way up the ramp.

Outside the arena, the cameras are following Tony Chu. He’s leading them towards something, but hasn’t informed them as to what. Every once in awhile as they walk, he checks to make sure they’re still following him.

TONY: Strick? You out here?

Tony checks his surroundings, but keeps walking. The cameras follow him until finally Tony’s confronted by Strick who doesn’t look like the happiest camper. Strick grabs Tony by the collar and slams him up against the side of the building.

STRICK: This match up was bullshit!

Strick pulls Tony towards him and slams him into the wall again.

STRICK: I think you set the whole got-damn thing up too. Didn’t you?

TONY: You’ve got it all wrong here, Strick!

Strick lets Tony fall to his ass on the ground and turns to see the camera lurking nearby. Strick lets out a loud laugh.

STRICK: Oh and you brought your camera friends with you. Good. You know why? I’ve got a little something to say. This bigfoot thing is a joke. Now I’m the joke. Thanks to Tony Chu and his big fuckin’ mouth, I’m this big joke now. Thanks for that. Fuckin’ PAW needed a sideshow act funnier than Nirvana and Redrum and here I fuckin’ am.

Strick stomps towards the camera.

STRICK: You know what’s even fuckin’ dumber? Nova Wonder and Calvin Harris. Both of these ingrates boast Title shots. When did they earn ‘em? When there was nobody but Press and a what, fuckin’ Francis Ford Cuppola? Now I get to sit back and get swallowed up by this joke Bigfoot match?

Tony tries to get a word in edgewise, but Strick confronts him with an outstretched finger.

STRICK: Don’t you say a word, right now.

Strick turns back to the camera.

STRICK: Fuck it though, seriously. Fuck it. I came here to make a dollar bill and that’s what I’m going to do, but the next time I see myself booked in a match against some dipshit in a suit? I’m walking the fuck away. That’s not why I’m here.

Strick groans.

STRICK: Fuck me, I have no idea why I’m here. Maybe the fans can tell me? Tony maybe?

Strick goes back to Tony and pulls him back to his feet by his collar. Strick gets right into his face.

STRICK: Why am I here, Tony?

TONY: To live again, to be something better than you were before. To learn how to overcome the past! There’s a lot of reasons, Strick. That’s why I’m helping you.

STRICK: Helping me.

Strick laughs.

STRICK: Sending me to a head shrinker then a fuckin’ fortune teller. Yeah. Big help. You get me locked into this Nova Wonder match with no fuckin’ worth while outcome. Check. She’s still getting a title shot and all I get to boast is not having my name on her fuckin’ list. Yippee…

Strick’s hands are around Tony’s throat now.

STRICK: Then the Zombie match. The fuck was that? Me just getting some masochist off? Is that what that was? Am I, what, a fuckin’ prostitute now? Fuck it. All of that bullshit was fine until right now. I’m talking about Bigfoot. Fuck you Tony. I think our little time together is done.

TONY: Strick...you’re...choking... me…

STRICK: I ought to fuckin’ kill you.

With that said, Strick slams Tony into the wall behind him and steps back.

STRICK: You’re fired.

Strick walks towards the camera and violently pushes the camera man out of the way as he goes. The camera turns to watch Strick walk away. As he goes, he mutters.

STRICK: Best decision I’ve made all fuckin’ month long.

The camera turns back to Tony who is still down and holding his neck as he breathes hard.

Tag Match
(The losing teams manager will have to serve as the Assistant to the manager of the winning team)
The French Mime Assassins (w/Double FC) versus The Living Legends (w/Rodney P)

PERCY: I can't believe it! Strick just fired Tony Chu!

CAT: Yeah, but Tony's not the kind of guy who lets a client just walk away. I wonder what kind of ramifications this will have on Strick's career?

PERCY: Well, we can't focus on that right this moment, cause here we go, Cat, the match to literally end careers. Two weeks ago at the Box Office, in what was supposed to be a heartfelt apology on behalf of PAW’s own resident filmmaker and octogenarian Francis Ford Cuppola—

CAT: Double F C.

PERCY: That’s right, well his attempted reconciliation was rudely transformed into animosity on behalf of the man Francis was trying to make amends with, Rodney P, who has effectively issued a challenge that will see fortunes change for someone here tonight on Wicked, CAT.

CAT: That’s right! Francis Ford Cuppola and his stupid clown-mime things are going to be sent packing tonight. Finally!

PERCY: I don’t know why everyone is so confident the mimes are going to lose tonight, Cat.

CAT: Duh! Have you SEEN who they’re facing? Have you been living under a rock for the last 20 years, Percy? Anyone who’s ANYONE in the wrestling industry knows who the two men Rodney P has brought in are effectively tag-team ringers.

PERCY: It’s true, Cat. The Living Legends, “The Burning Man” Kris Angel, and the Hero Maniac himself Terry Hero, are set to combine their formidable talents to throwdown with the French Mime Assassins.

"La Marseillaise" begins, and the Mimes come down side-by-side looking ready for a fight. Francis Ford Cuppola follows behind them looking nervously and suspiciously around like he’s expecting someone to jump him.

PERCY: Gotta hand it to these Mimes, Cat, they don’t look like much but they seem to be able to get the job done when it counts.

CAT: Well, get a good last look at them doing their “job”, Percy… DEAD MEN WALKING.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making their way to the ring hailing from Paris, France weighing a combined weight of 240 lbs… THE FRENCH… MIME… ASSSASSSSINNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

The crowd pops. The mimes are animated and cocky as ever. Comme Ci fake mimes a high five to a fan before pulling his gloved hand away arrogantly at the last second, while Comme Ca offers a handshake to another fan that's promptly pulled away from the poor unsuspecting fool! Behind them, Francis downs an entire bottle of Pepto Bismol and fails miserably at replacing the empty container back in his suit front pocket, instead it falls behind him onto the ramp somewhere. He ignorantly smiles, clearly a nervous wreck, Francis blocks his eyes from some flash photography.
Both mimes fake wave to the fans on their way down to the ring that turns into one of the mimes miming the hint to kiss his posterior. Once on the ring apron they bluster their way into the ring and make extravagant, arrogant gestures to the fans.

CAT: This has gotta be the most depressingly strange funeral I’ve ever attended.

PERCY: Another bottle of Pepto Bismol?

CAT: Francis must be nursing numerous ulcers by now.

PERCY: Can you blame him?

Francis chugs another bottle of the pink medicinal beverage and paces in the ring near the determined-looking French Mime Assassins who look up to the ramp.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And their opponents…

The lights dim to near pitch blackness. The sound of a heart beating pulses onto the speaker system. The crowd is already pumped before the sound of screeching car tires rises everyone up out of their seat to a massive firework explosion lights up the arena as some amazing rock song kicks on. There, at the top of the ramp are the Living Legends, with Rodney P standing behind them. The crowd is going insane!

CAT: OHMIGOSHOHMIGOSHOHMIGOSH THEY’RE ACTUALLY HERE!!!! IT’S HIM!!!! TERRY HERO IS HERE!!!

The two literal legends stand atop the ramp soaking up the massive wall of crowd ovation that greets them.

PERCY: RODNEY P CAME THROUGH, FANS! HE BROUGHT THE LIVING LEGENDS TO PAW! AND I DON’T THINK I’VE EVER HEARD ANY PAW CROWD THIS LOUD IN MY LIFE!

The crowd roars.

CAT: PURE HERO WORSHIP, PERCY!!! HE’S ACTUALLY HERE!!!!!!! TERRY HERO IS HERE!!!!!!!!!

PERCY: INDEED HE IS! JUST LISTEN TO THIS CROWD GO WILD!

The amazing rock song continues to pump through the speakers. Terry Hero gives an awe-inspiring flex of his massive pythons on one side of the ramp, while Kris Angel flexes on the other and the crowd is eating it up. Rodney is half gloating in the middle of the ramp. In the ring, Francis downs another bottle of Pepto Bismol as the mimes warm up.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE RING AT A COMBINED WEIGHT of 520 lbs…. They ARE…. THE LIVING…--!

The crowd is absolutely electric as Terry Hero leads his partner Kris down the ramp with Rodney in tow only to suddenly step onto Francis’ discarded Pepto Bismol bottle and suddenly make a nasty wipeout down the ramp into the guardrail!

PERCY: …was that the Pepto Bismol bottle?!

The ovation turns to shock, Rhonda Armstrong’s introduction pauses, as all eyes turn to a horribly injured and downed Terry Hero who just cleared the ramp and landed at a hideously awkward angle. The cameras swarm to get a closer look. Rodney P and Kris Angel check on the fallen Heromaniac who took an incredibly nasty spill. Rodney signals for the EMTs.

CAT: Ohmygosh…

A camera angle can clearly see bone protrusion in Terry Hero’s knee, and he looks out of it.

CAT: FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA KILLED TERRY HERO!!!

PERCY: Now calm down, Cat!

In the ring, Francis and the mimes look on bewildered as a team of medical staff, as well as Rodney and Kris look on at the grisly site of Terry Hero being helped onto a stretcher.

PERCY: Oh… fans, this looks bad. It appears that on his way to the ring Terry Hero slipped on a discarded Pepto Bismol bottle and… gosh folks, it looks bad. He may have aggravated his infamous knee injury from his Rumble in the Bronx match against Glass Jaw Joe!

CAT: This is horrible!

The EMTs have Terry onto the stretcher and are carting him to the backstage area for further inspection. There’s obviously been some sort of huddle, because Rhonda Armstrong is getting word from one of the ringside assistants.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentleman, due to injury, the following match has been declared…

All breathing is held. The mimes and Francis look on as the moment hangs.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: A no-contest.

The crowd ignites in a raucous ovation of boos! Rodney P glares angrily and vehemently at Francis from the rampway as Kris Angel has moved off to escort his tag-team partner.

CAT: WHAT?!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here are your winners… THE FRENCH…. MIME…. ASSASSSINSSSSSS!!!!

A hail of boos as Francis looks like the weight of the world has been removed from his shoulders. He raises his arms high into the air like it was his victory!

CAT: CAN THEY DO THAT?!

PERCY: I guess they just did.

CAT: THAT WAS FRANCIS’ PEPTO BISMOL BOTTLE!!! This is an outrage!

PERCY: Francis doesn’t seem to think so.

With his arms cockily extended to his sides, Francis parades around the ring just soaking up the boos.

CAT: You mean….

PERCY: We’re stuck with the French Mime Assassins and Francis Ford Cuppola.

CAT: What about Rodney?

On the ramp, Rodney looks gloomy, shaking his head in disgust.

PERCY: I’m not sure, but it’s clear Rodney P does not like the outcome of this ‘match’ one bit!

Rodney angrily exits up the ramp as Francis looks on almost gloating.

PERCY: It’s clear fans we’re not going to get the match you were all hoping for!

CAT: Not the match we needed… OR deserved, Percy.

PERCY: Maybe not… and I’m sure the fallout for this controversial match has only just begun! We'll be back after a word from our sponsors.

THE BOX OFFICE

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Contract Signing: Nova Wonder & Johnny Raike

MOVED TO DVD SPECIAL FEATURES

It’s quiet backstage and the camera is waiting outside of the locker room marked “Francis Ford Cuppola.” The camera is here because it was called upon. Soon the camera turns to reveal none other than Francis Ford Cuppola’s arch nemesis--Sergio Lione. With him are two big burly blondes who look dangerous.

SERGIO: Well hello there. I have a gift for Mr. Crappola. Girls?

The taller blonde kicks down the door to the locker room with one stiff boot. Sergio giggles at this as the other blonde enters the room. She emerges with Francis’ personal and rather “old man-ish” lunch kit and opens it up.

SERGIO: Is it there?

The woman produces a bottle of Ensure from the lunch kit and hands it over to Sergio.

SERGIO: Perfect! Francis, you aren’t going to see this until it’s too late, but I just want to say that you are a shit. A total shit. What better for a shit like you, than to make sure the shit flows like wine?

Sergio hands over the bottle of Ensure to the taller blonde who opens the cap for him. Sergio then knocks back the Ensure like it’s a shot.

SERGIO: Mmmm Chocolate.

Sergio wipes his beard and then the shorter blonde produces a bottle marked “TURBO LAX” and opens it up. Sergio holds the empty bottle of Ensure for the blonde to fill with the TURBO LAX. Sergio giggles wildly as she fills the bottle. Once it’s filled, the taller blonde rolls the cap back onto the bottle of Ensure and they place it back into the lunch kit.

SERGIO: Haha! Aside from the broken door and the already opened bottle of Ensure, this plan is working flawlessly. Now we must go hide and make sure Frances gets his...treat.

The blondes and Sergio walk across the hall and Sergio pulls out a newspaper and holds it up, hiding all three. The two eye holes cut in the newspaper aren’t that noticeable. Moments pass before Francis Ford Cuppola comes strolling down the hallway, a spring in his step after his victory over Rodney and his Living Legends. He comes to a sudden stop at the door to his locker room and peers over at the camera in surprise.

FRANCIS: How did this happen, do you know?

The camera shakes back and forth, indicating, “No.”

FRANCIS: Probably faulty carpentry.

Francis enters his locker room and goes right for the lunch box. He pulls out his Ensure and takes a good look at it. He then turns back to the camera man with a glare.

FRANCIS: Has this been tampered with?

The camera shrugs, at least we’re assuming it’s a shrug.

FRANCIS: Because I could have sworn I brought Strawberry today. That’s my favorite. This Chocolate one is kind of tinny. Are you sure this hasn’t been tampered with?

Meanwhile Sergio is chomping at the bit and can’t help himself. He yells.

SERGIO: Just drink it already you old fool!

He quickly hides behind the newspaper again.

FRANCIS: Did you hear that?

The camera shakes back and forth once again indicating, “No.” Francis lets out a thoughtful sigh before opening the Ensure and he takes two big drinks, finishing it almost immediately. He lets out a happy gasp and a belch.

FRANCIS: That’s actually better than what I remember. Has a Milk of Magnesia tang to it.

Sergio drops his paper and confronts Francis.

SERGIO: HA!

FRANCIS: How did you get in here?

SERGIO: HA!

FRANCIS: Are you ok?

SERGIO: HA!

Sergio pulls the bottle of TURBO LAX out of his pocket and shows Francis.

SERGIO: HA!

FRANCIS: Do you know any other words?

SERGIO: You just drank enough TURBO LAX to make an Elephant’s colon explode!

Francis’ stomach lets out a loud growl and he suddenly doubles over.

FRANCIS: Whaaaa? You… You dirty Bastard!

SERGIO: You thought I would give up that easy? It’s not over, it will never be OVER!

FRANCIS: You will pay for…

Again another loud gurgling noise emits from Francis’ stomach. He winces.

FRANCIS: I have to… Go…

Francis makes a break for the bathroom as Sergio laughs and laughs hard. So hard that the folks at home are forced to turn the TV down a little bit.

FRANCIS: Oh my god there’s no toilet paper in here!

Sergio laughs even harder, but suddenly stops and turns to the camera man.

SERGIO: Find the man some toilet paper. I know this is a vendetta, but I’m not a complete monster.

With that said, Sergio and the two buxom blondes leave the scene as the Camera man turns to go find some toilet paper. In the distance, you can hear terrible unspeakable noises emanating from the bathroom.

{Grudge Match}
Singles Match
CJ O'Donnell versus Aokigahara Zombie

PERCY: Francis Ford Cuppola suffering at the hands of Sergio Lione!

CAT: Hands? Bowels more like it!

PERCY: Well, now that Francis has Rodney back on the payroll, I wonder how those two will come up with revenge on Lione?

CAT: Who knows, Percy, but I'm sure it will be worth watching. That idiot Francis could screw up tying his own shoe lace. But hey, we got a real grudge match here!

PERCY: That's right. These two have been toying with each other for weeks, and we're going to finally see them in one on one action here tonight. Let's go to Rhonda for the info!

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

“Courage” by The Minutemen blares out of the speakers.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Coming to the ring first, hailing from Yamanashi, Japan, and weighing in at 230 pounds, here is… AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!

Aokigara 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.

When the sun rises

I wake up and chase my dreams

I won't regret when the sun sets

Cause I live MY LIFE like I'm a beast

I'm a mothafucking beast

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

I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva

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

While I beat you in your head until you tire"

I'm a motherfucking beast

As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Coming to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!

As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.

I'ma motherfucking beast

I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast

I'ma mothafuckin' beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

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

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

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

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

I'm a motherfucking beast right

Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside

We playing war games, please hide

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

Bust shots from a car seat

Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke

Choke with you with a Stethoscope

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

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

I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!

I'ma mothafuckin' beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

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

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

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

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

CJ enters the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

I'm a motherfucking beast!

PERCY: It’s time for these two to finally settle things.

CAT: Grudge match!

PERCY: That’s right. After some tension when CJ randomly attacked Aoki, the Zombie has put him in the crosshairs and right now we’ll see who is the better man.

CAT: They start off giving each other some choice words.

Aokigahara approaches CJ and O’Donnell advances as well. They get in each other’s faces and exchange words. When CJ pushes Zombie The Ref tries to get in between them to get them apart and start the match. Aokigahara steps back and grabs The Ref by the shirt and pulls him forward away from them. The Ref regains his composure and goes back to trying to get some order. He points in front of their faces and this time O’Donnell grabs him by the back of the neck and throws him out of the ring. The Ref falls flat on his back and writhes in pain. CJ turns back starts exchanging punches with Zombie!

CAT: How are we going to start the match now?

PERCY: This is anarchy!

CAT: Well calm down. The Ref is still there. He just needs to ring the bell.

CJ kicks him in the stomach and pushes him back at the ropes. When he gets close, Zombie suddenly hits him with a headbutt and an elbow. CJ stumbles back and when Zombie advances he stops him with a leg then hits an Enzuigiri forcing Aokigahara to back up again. CJ bounces off the opposite ropes then runs at Zombie but Aokigahara ducks a blow and flips O’Donnell over the ropes and onto the floor in front of the commentators. He looks down as CJ slowly gets up and runs off the ropes as well but dives out to hit a tope suicida for the Aokigahara Special and both of them bounce off the edge of the commentator’s table.

PERCY: CJ’s back just hit the edge of our table real hard.

CAT: That 200 plus pound projectile will do it.

Aokigahara slowly gets up with a grin on his face and stalks CJ. He runs at him and bounces his face against the table with the force of his momentum. Then he swings him and whips him against the ringpost. CJ gets a small cut but the blood starts to run once Zombie holds CJ’s head against the post and rubs his forehead against the steel. The Ref pulls him back but Aokigahara tries to dig his fingernails into CJ’s forehead and make the cut worse.

PERCY: I always wonder if he washes his hands before his matches.

CAT: I don’t even want to think about the type of germs that grimy man has.

The Ref manages to pull Zombie back but Zombie waves him off. He stops in his tracks when he sees O’Donnell wiping his forehead and realizing that he is bleeding and getting real angry about it. Zombie waves at him and O’Donnell roars with rage as he spears Zombie onto the announcer’s table then proceeds to get into the mount position and punches him in the face with closed fist. Aokigahara tries to shield his head with his arms then slowly gets them out of the way to take CJ’s full anger onto his face.

CAT: Why isn’t he blocking the hits? I think CJ has busted his nose.

PERCY: I think we’ve learned that this guy is not normal.

He tries to move so most of the blows hit his forehead. Blood still drips out of his nose and The Ref has the bell rung many times to get their attention. Security personnel comes out to back The Ref up. O’Donnell backs away from Aokigahara and goes into the ring as security yells at him. The Ref checks on a laughing Zombie who spits out blood from his mouth. CJ climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms as the fans cheer. He then notices that Zombie is slowly clapping too and he shakes his head. The Ref and security try to discourage him but he gets on the top rope and jumps to dive on Aokigahara lying prone on the announcer’s table but crashes into it. Aokigahara moves out of the way and O’Donnell crashes on the table violently with his dive making a large dent into it. Zombie looks confused and kicks the table.

CAT: Hey! They just spilled my diet coke!

PERCY: Forget the drink. Look at our precious table! I hope he wasn’t expecting this thing to be made of wood. Who’s going to fix this?

CAT: And get me another coke.

Zombie whoops with glee and slaps the table with both hands to hear the sound of flesh on steel. CJ lies in the middle of the dent not moving. More officials pour out of the back to contain the situation. Zombie is pushed back so the medics can check on his opponent but he dashes to the side and cradles CJ and covers his head with his body. CJ thrashes around and when Zombie is slightly pulled away we see that he has the Itai Claw locked on. Security and the other officials scramble to pull him off but he is locked in tight.

CAT: Get in there and help them out Percy.

PERCY: There is no way I’m getting involved with this animal.

Zombie stands and pulls CJ up with him. They try everything to pull his hand out of O’Donnell’s mouth and he screams like a loon with delight at the struggle. CJ shows some signs of life and slowly reaches up and digs his fingers into Aokigahara’s left eye forcing him to let go. The two men are finally separated but continue to spit acid at each other. Aokigahara suddenly ducks and goes under the ring. The officials scramble to find him but forget about CJ in the confusion. O’Donnell dashes forward and goes under the ring giving chase.

PERCY: Where are they going now?

CAT: Hopefully they stay down there. This needs to end so we can start the match.

PERCY: I think that idea has been thrown out the window a long time ago.

After a few moments they come out ramp side. Aokigahara is holding a long chain and half of it is wrapped around his fist. He backs away as CJ comes out from under the ring holding a long wrench.

PERCY: Looks like someone forgot to clean up after setting up the ring.

CAT: The PAW crew is lazy but smart. Look how convenient this is.

The officials rush towards them as they make their way up the ramp in a stand off. CJ swings for Zombie’s head but Zombie moves out of the way and whips the chain around and CJ ducks. When he comes back up he drills Zombie with the wrench on his side. He goes for an overhead shot to the head but Zombie barely manages to block it with his chain-wrapped fist. Security gets in between them but Zombie swings the chain around in a wide circle making everyone back off. O’Donnell screams at everyone to let him go. 4Loco manages to direct a few brave members of the security team to rush Zombie and hold him back. They push him up the ramp and carry him out as he laughs and yells unintelligibly at O’Donnell. CJ drops the wrench and kicks the barricade in frustration.

CAT: Is it over? Bring Zombie back out here!

PERCY: I don’t think that would be wise right now.

The Ref talks to Rhonda and the bell rings. She comes into the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of not being able to get the match started this match is ruled as a No Contest.

CAT: Aww, that's the second one of the night!

PERCY: Well it looks like the rivalry between these two will only escalate from here. We're going to take a short commercial break, and we'll be right back with your Main Event of the evening!

Pro Wrestling ELITE
New York's Premiere Wrestling Promotion

{MAIN EVENT}
Tag Match
Calvin Harris & Jack Nomad versus The BombTrax

PERCY: We're back folks, and this final match has it all. Champions, Contenders, Alliances, Cheap Shots. It's all you could want in a tag team contest, and more.

CAT: That's right, Percy, so what are we waiting for! Rhonda, take it away!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Main Event of the evening, and is a Tag Match scheduled for one fall or submission...

"Your Betrayal" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena's speakers, the guitar riff kicking it all off as the fans begin to boo. After a few seconds, the curtain is slowly peeled back, and out steps Calvin Harris, a smug expression spread over his face. He steps to the center of the stage, nodding as the fans continue to pour on their hate, and thrusts his arms out at his side, letting his head hang back, soaking it all in. When he's had enough he lets his arms fall to his side, and he starts making his way down the ramp towards ringside, heckling the crowd all the way.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is the #1 Contender to the PAW Heavyweight Championship, the 'Martyr of Pro Wrestling' CALVIN HARRIS!

When Calvin reaches ringside, he hops up onto the apron on his knee, pulls himself up by use of the ropes, and in one fluid motion slips between the middle ropes one leg at a time. He steps over to the nearest corner, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle thrusting his arms out at his side once again, eating up the hate before dropping down to the mat, and turning to await his partner.

PERCY: Calvin Harris looks to be better off than he did last show after he was powerbombed off the side of the entrance stage by PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press.

CAT: Yeah, and I figure he'll get a measure of revenge here tonight for that catastrophe as well.

#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: And introducing his partner, weighting in at 241 pounds, he hails 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 NOMAD!!!

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. Jack steps over to where Calvin is waiting for him, and the two men begin to discuss strategy.

PERCY: Jack Nomad's coming off an impressive victory over Kelsey Spencer at WICKED#14. Some are saying that's a measure of redemption considering his loss in a Four Way some time back at WICKED#9.

CAT: As far as I can tell, Percy, the only thing that Nomad's redeemed himself of lately is his poor life choices, mainly Alexandra Kelly. Good to see he hasn't let her departure hold him back.

The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown Press strides out from behind the curtain with the PAW Heavyweight Championship casually thrown over his shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd until the first lines of the song bellow out, and Youth appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spinning a few times while reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: and introducing their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 556 pounds, they are PAW Heavyweight Champion Press, and Flaming Youth....THE BOMBTRAX!!

Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner, staring out at ringside where Nomad and Harris have now convened.

PERCY: There's something about seeing The BombTrax up close and personal that makes me nervous, especially when we know that at Bad Moon Rising Calvin Harris and Press will be going one on one for the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Those two men in the ring do not take threats lightly.

CAT: Yeah, we noticed. That big bastard has no class, while the other one has no clue. They just throw their weight around here like they are untouchable, and in the words of Cross Recoba, Calvin is the man to put an end to it.

PERCY: Well that remains to be seen, but for now, it looks like Press and Calvin are going to start this match.

A-Ref, after discussing the rules with the competitors, turns and signals for the bell while simultaneously getting out of the way. Press and Calvin begin to circle one another, but just when it looks like they are going to lock up, Calvin waves Press off, and tags in Jack Nomad. Press places his hands on his hips and stares daggers at Calvin, who slips out onto the ring apron near his corner, and shakes his head 'no' with a smug smile on his face. It's obvious this grates the big man's nerves as he paces back and forth along the ropes nearest his corner while Jack Nomad enters the ring. After a few seconds he finally wrenches his gaze off of Calvin and onto Nomad, who cocks his head to either side to get the kinks out, and then steps right up to the center of the ring talking shit. Press shakes his head, and answers the challenge with a right hand straight to the jaw.

PERCY: This thing is underway! Nomad going to return the favor, but the champ blocks the shot, and keeps firing right hands into Nomad. He's got him reeling into the ropes, and now takes him by the wrist and whips him to the opposite side. Nomad on his way back now, and OH! He tried to go for a shoulder tackle on Press, but found himself the one dropped to the mat. It's like hitting a brick wall!

CAT: He's got a brick between his ears, if that's what you mean.

Press quickly reaches down to make a grab for Nomad who scoots across the canvas towards the ropes in an attempt to escape. The big man manages to catch Nomad by the foot, but The Hardcore One draws his other leg up to his chest, and fires out with a boot that catches Press right in the face. The Champ staggers backwards holding his nose as Nomad pulls himself up to his feet, and launches himself at Press.

PERCY: Nomad ready to take the fight right back to the champion.

CAT: Of coarse he is. Haven't you been paying attention? That's what Nomad does!

Nomad catches Press with three hard body shots, and then finishes the combo off with an uppercut that sends the big man staggering back. Nomad takes this brief separation to fall back into the ropes for spring, and rockets back into Press with a running lariat. The big man staggers, but doesn't go down. Nomad doesn't pause before rushing the ropes again, coming back to nail him with another lariat. This time Press staggers back, then forwards, and it's obvious he's having trouble maintaining his footing. Nomad smirks, and takes to the ropes for a third time, but this time, on his way back, Press spins, throws his elbow out, and catches Nomad right in the face, sending him tumbling to the mat.

PERCY: Damn! It looks like the point of Press' jaw went right into Nomad's face, and now the big man's reaching down to get a fistful of Nomad's hair...

Press jerks Nomad halfway up to his feet, but Nomad throws his forearm up between Press' legs, causing the man to double over in pain. A-Ref tries to get into a position to see what's going on, but Nomad hides the low blow by getting quickly to his feet and scooping Press up in an impressive display of power, before slamming him back down to the mat.

PERCY: Um....I could be wrong....but I'm pretty sure Nomad just low blowed the champion.

CAT: All I saw was a perfectly legal scoop slam, Percy. Stop trying to be biased to The BombTrax!

Despite having taken a shot to his back off the slam, Press' hands shoot to his lower regions, and he coughs heavily as if trying to catch his breath. Nomad smirks before lifting his left leg, and then dropping straight down so that his knee strikes the champion right across his skull.

PERCY: Nomad seems to have the big man at his mercy, and now Calvin Harris is almost beside himself wanting into the ring.

CAT: Looks like Nomad is going to oblige him, cause there's the tag!

Harris nearly bursts into the ring, baseball sliding down beside Press only to cradle his head, and fire in repeated right hands into his face. Youth starts to come into the ring, but A-Ref hops up to stop him, leaving Calvin enough time to get Press up to his feet, and over into his corner. Nomad holds the big mans arms, while Calvin lights into him with repeated kicks. He looks over his shoulder to see that A-Ref is starting to turn back around, so he drops back a few paces, and then rushes forwards with a Yakuza Kick aimed right for Press' face. The big man, however, ducks down at the last second, and Harris foot connects with Nomad instead, sending him sailing off the ring apron, and down to the concrete floor below. Harris stares out at Nomad writhing around on the floor in shock, and turns around, just in time for the big man to catch him around the throat with both hands.

PERCY: GOOD LORD, HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM!!

CAT: Come on, A-Ref, get in there and break this up!

Panic touches Calvin's eyes as Press sneers down at him, his grip getting tighter and tighter the more the #1 Contender struggles. A-Ref rushes over, and begins a five count, and just when it looks like Press might get disqualified, he releases the hold, allowing Calvin to fall back into his corner. A-Ref tries to admonish the big man, but he flashes him a dangerous look, and the official hastily backs away while Press steps into the corner with a knee lift to Calvin. The shot to his midsection causes Calvin to lean forward, and Press steps back, then falls right into his opponent with a back elbow to his exposed head. Finally, Press pulls Calvin out of the corner, hooks him around the head, and then hoists him high into the air, his legs remaining up for what seems like forever, before finally falling back into a suplex.

PERCY: Calvin clutching at his back as Press jerks him down to the canvas for a cover!

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2...

CAT: KICK OUT AT TWO! Calvin is not going to be made a fool here tonight, I guarantee it. He's as tough as they come, or do you need to be reminded of Heat Stroke?

PERCY: Hey, I think Calvin Harris is one of the premiere athletes of PAW, but there's only so much you can do with a man of Press' build.

Press doesn't bother arguing over the count as he gets to his feet, and pulls Calvin with him. He drags the #1 Contender over to his corner, and tags Youth, who starts climbing to the top. Press pulls Calvin over to his side, and then scoops him up for what looks like a side slam, but just holds him there. When Youth reaches the top, he calls out to the fans, who call right back, before leaping off with a leg drop. By the time his leg reaches Harris, Press drops straight down into a seated position with all of his weight on Calvin.

PERCY: Sidewalk Slam with an assist from Youth off the top, and the younger of the two men going for a cover!

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2...

THRE-Jack Nomad is in the ring from out of nowhere, reigning boots down onto Youth's head to break the count. Press quickly slips back over the rope, and all four men are in the ring when A-Ref signals that he'll throw the whole damn match out. Press and Jack reluctantly make their way back to their corners, leaving Youth and Harris still in the ring.

PERCY: Youth took a few lumps from Nomad, but he's still pretty fresh in the ring, and he's helping Calvin up to his feet before sending him off the ropes to the far side!

CAT: Calvin on his way back now, and he just ran into a spin wheel kick by Youth that damn near took his head off!

PERCY: Youth with the cover!

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PERCY: NO! Only a count of two, as Harris is still determined to be in this thing.

CAT: I have to give it to The BombTrax. They are working like a well oiled machine, but of coarse, they've been together for fifteen years. Calvin and Nomad, despite putting this faction together, are singles competitors. They are used to only having to watch their own backs.

PERCY: Valid points, Cat, but might I remind you that it was Calvin Harris and Jack Nomad who started all of this by attacking Press on The Box Office at WICKED#13. Press came out and confronted the #1 contender cause he was calling him out for an ambush.

CAT: Yeah, and might I remind you, Percy, that these BombTrax are no saints. You've seen what they've done since day one around this place. They put Cross Recoba on the shelf, damn near killed Stevie Harris, and all but destroyed the GZW Takeover crowd. What? You expect Calvin to go at them on his own?

PERCY: No time for rebuttal....cause HERE THEY COME!

Percy shoves Cat out of the way as Harris bounces Youth's head off the announce table. While they had been arguing, Youth had missed a rolling senton, and Calvin had capitalized by tossing him through the ropes to the outside. Now, Calvin had Youth by the hair of the head, and leads him over to the steel steps, and bounces his head off of it as well. Youth slumps to a kneeling position across the steps as Calvin rolls to the inside, and tries to incite Press. The big man, obviously wanting the #1 Contender's blood, fires into the ring only for A-Ref to cut him off with warnings. While the officials back is turned, Nomad drops down from his corner, runs around the ring, and then gets up a gust of speed before driving his knee into the back of Youth's head, jamming his skull into the steel steps. Nomad quickly returns to the apron in his corner, as Calvin slips out, and rolls Youth back into the ring. He goes for a cover with his feet on the ropes.

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2...

PERCY: A-Ref stopped the count cause he saw Calvin's feet. He and the ref are arguing, and Calvin doesn't look pleased. He's dragging Youth by the arm, and makes the tag to Nomad.

CAT: Now who's working like a well oiled machine?

PERCY: You're right, Cat. They cheat with the best of them.

Nomad springs into the ring, lifting Youth up off his feet, and then shoots behind him into a half nelson, taking him over for the suplex. Youth folds up like an accordion, and Nomad comes up to his feet with a smirk across the ring at Press, who has a few choice words that the audio can't pick up. Nomad reaches down and pulls Youth up, and then takes him by the arm into a twisting wrist lock, followed by repeated kicks to his thigh and hip. Youth is sent forwards and backwards with the power of the kicks, until finally Nomad sends a kick to his opponents elbow, and then flashes his boot down to Youth's knee. Youth isn't sure which appendage to grab for as he stumbles in the center of the ring, but it doesn't really matter, as Jack leaps straight up with a Muay Thai Jumping Knee strike that sends him crashing to the mat. Nomad wipes the sweat from his chest in Press direction, before dropping down for the cover.

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2...

PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Just barely! Youth is in some real trouble here, and desperately needs to make the tag.

Nomad hops up with a bitter word at A-Ref before tagging Calvin, who starts to make his way to the top turnbuckle of their corner. Once on his perch, he stands to his full height, throwing his arms out at his side causing the fans to shower him with boo's. He lets his arms drops and gives the crowd a shit eating grin before leaping from the top and driving both of his boot's down into Youth's chest.

PERCY: MAGIC BULLET THEORY FROM THE TOP! This one might be over!

CAT: Calvin dropping for the cover!

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2...

THRE-Just as A-Ref's hand is coming down for three, Press is in the ring jerking Calvin off of his partner by his leg. Nomad thunders into the ring in response only for Press to meet him with a big boot that sends him down to the canvas. Just as Press is preparing to do more, A-Ref gets in his way, and threatens him with disqualification. Press spits out a retort, but returns to the apron in his corner in a huff. Nomad grabs at his jaw, and exits as well, staring daggers at Press. Calvin gets back to his feet, the cocksure smirk still on his face, as he looks over at his partner reassuringly. Youth crawls across the canvas in obvious pain, reaching out for Press, who reaches out right back. Calvin allows him to get within inches of his partners hand, before grabbing a fist full of Youth's greasy hair, and yanking him back.

PERCY: Well, Harris and Nomad are still in charge, and you can see how badly Press wants in that ring. It's obvious the #1 Contender has gotten inside of his head.

CAT: Yeah, he looks like some big cat out there on the ring apron, pacing back and forth. Heaven help us if he gets that tag.

Calvin brings Youth over to a neutral corner, and lifts him up to where he's now sitting on the top turnbuckle. Calvin crawls up to the second, and looks out at the crowd with a grin as he goes all the way up to the top. He leaps into the air and catches Youth around the head with his legs, while simultaneously flipping backwards for a frankensteiner. Youth is launched from the top, but as if out of one of the Marvel movies, he manages to flip all the way through to land on his feet. Calvin comes up to his feet triumphant, not realizing what just happened, and when he turns around he's met with a super kick square to his jaw.

PERCY: SLOW BURN! Jack Nomad just thundered into the ring, and Youth changes positions...SLOW BURN TO NOMAD! Harris and Nomad are down in the ring, but Youth just crumpled down between them. He's spent!

CAT: Well he better pull himself together so he can make the tag, or all of that was for nothing!

Press is beside himself on the ring, running up and down the ropes, and slapping the top turnbuckle in his corner. The fans get to their feet and begin clapping along with him, and after a few seconds of this, Youth warily lifts his head. He begins to slowly crawl towards his corner, as Press leans far over the ropes with an extended hand. Inch by inch Youth gets closer, and he stretches out his hand a few times to find that he's just out of reach.

PERCY: Wait....WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!

CAT: Cross Recoba's coming down the ramp, and...uh....he's not using his cane!

PERCY: Yeah, but he's carrying it, along with that briefcase full of money! What is the meaning of all this?

Recoba reaches ringside, and he sets the briefcase down so that he can get a grip on his cane with both hands. He rares back like a baseball player and lets fly, the can crashing across Press back, splintering everywhere. Youth swings his arm to make the tag, but find nothing but air, as Press clutches at his back on the ring apron. Recoba flashes a vicious smile, before picking up the Halliburton, and using it to slam into the back of the champion's knee, forcing him clear off the ring apron altogether. A-Ref admonishes Recoba who backs up with his hands in the air as if he were innocent.

PERCY: I can't believe this, that fucking snake! He took Press out before Youth could make the tag, and now he's left to this pit of vipers!

CAT: Correction, Percy. Recoba is a Fox, and he knows EXACTLY what he just did!

Youth struggles up to his feet, and stares out at Recoba in surprise, unsure of what just happened. He turns around just in time to catch a springboard superman punch from Calvin that takes him down to the mat.

PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE! Good Lord! Calvin not even going for the cover, he just jerked Youth up...signals Jack...SPINE JACKER! GOD DAMN IT! This is a travesty!

CAT: No need to blaspheme, Percy. Looks like the better team's going to win is all.

Jack slides under the ropes to join Recoba, while Calvin drops down to cover an lifeless Youth.

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3!!!

PERCY: Well there you go folks, what more needs to be said.

CAT: If you would shut up for a minute, I think we're about find out.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winners of this match by pinfall, CALVIN HARRIS AND JACK NOM......

Cross Recoba shoves Rhonda Armstrong out of the way of the time keepers table, snatching her microphone out of her hand in the process. He scoops up the PAW Heavyweight Championship, while Jack Nomad manages to get Press back into the ring. A-Ref makes a quick retreat to the outside as Nomad and Recoba rejoin Harris, who stands over Youth's body looking down at Press. The big man is already trying to get to his feet by use of the ropes, and Harris says something to Nomad as Recoba tosses him the championship. Nomad jerks youth up by the hair of the head, and then runs him right up and over the top rope nearest the announce table. Youth crashes down to the concrete floor, where he curls up in the fetal position in pain. Press, finally back on his feet, stumbles out towards the men, looking up just in time to see Calvin Harris rushing at him with his own Championship. The faceplate of the belt crashes off his skull, and Harris leaves his feet to carry even more impact to the blow. Press rolls around on the canvas, and when the camera zooms in, it can be seen he has been busted wide open.

PERCY: Here it is, Cat! Your type of bullshit! The match is already over, and these Jackal's are all over The Champion!

CAT: Might I remind you of that ride that Press sent Calvin on last show? Did you think he was just going to take that shit lying down?

Nomad and Recoba pull Press up to his feet, as Calvin paces nearby with the championship still in his clutches. Recoba holds the wobbly big man in place as Nomad gets a burst of speed from bouncing off the ropes, and then nails him with his finisher, the Spine Jacker! The three men laugh jeeringly as the fans pour on the hate. Nomad and Recoba get press up to his feet once again, this time having to physically help hold him up. Calvin tosses the title aside just long enough to jerk the big man's head down between his legs, and is barely able to get him up before sitting straight down into the Art Of Betrayal. Calvin snatches the championship on his way back up, and he looks to Recoba with a confident smile, indicating Press with a wave, saying 'All yours.'

PERCY: This is just fucking sick. Youth is out here at ringside unconscious, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion is being destroyed right before our very eyes!

CAT: Maybe so, Percy, but some might call it justice.

Recoba steps up to the prone champion, and reaches down to take him by his legs. He hooks him behind the knee's, and struggles him up onto his side before spinning him over into a high standing Boston Crab.

CAT: And Garibaldi's Guillotine to top it all of. You talk about poetic.

Press roars out in pain as Recoba wrenches back, putting immense pressure on the champions back. Calvin drops down to his knee's in front of the screaming big man, and dangles his championship out in front of him, pointing to his own chest to indicate that it was his. 4Loco appears with security, but the first man to enter the ring, Nomad cuts him off with a strong forearm that sends him flying right back to the floor. Press reaches out at Harris, his fingertips touching the face plate of the championship, just as Recoba jerks back again, sending the big man into an agonizing scream. Eventually Press stops pawing at the championship, his hand going limp at his side, and Calvin stands with the championship slung over his shoulder. He places a hand on Recoba's arm, and he looks back to see that Press is unconscious. After a few more seconds of the hold, he finally turns Press loose, and tries to regain his composure.

PERCY: Thank God, this is finally over. Calvin is allowing 4Loco and the EMT's to pull Press from the ring, and folks...this doesn't look good. The Champion is being carted out of here, and Youth just tried to get in the ring after his attackers, but security is thankfully detaining him as well.

CAT: Probably just saved that idiot's life.

PERCY: Whatever, Cat. These men are despicable. If Harris wanted to get back at Press, fine. But there's no sense in possibly costing the man his career!

CAT: Tell that to Cross Recoba, Percy! He was put on the shelf by that big oaf, and you know what, I'm interested in hearing what these guys have to say, so HUSH!

Ringside has been cleared of all but the three men in the ring, but the fans are making sure to let them know what they think of them as the ring slowly fills with trash and debris. As Cross Recoba produces a microphone from his coat pocket, Jack snatches it from him.

JACK NOMAD: Not so fast. I'll let you say your piece, but I have a little something to say first. Tonight, we three delivered on a promise that I stated before this night ever began. We brought down the proud man from his throne and oh how sweet those screams he made did sound.

Both Calvin and Recoba nod with agreement as Jack dictates the pace. The crowd, naturally, gives him the business.

JACK: But let me make something very clear here and now with both motherfuckers present that are being lauded as my 'new BFF's....'

Jack turns swiftly towards them, giving them both a heated, withering scowl that'd make even the strongest and bravest of souls think twice.

JACK: The reason I'm standing in this ring right now is because I gave my word. A man who doesn't have his word ain't worth a bucket of fly piss. So understand this, I'm not your bitch errand boy, nor do I fucking like either of you. There will be only one rule in our little union. Don't fuck me. If you fuck me, I will end you both. Do we have ourselves an understanding?

Stepping back a couple steps, Jack tosses the microphone to Recoba, who fumbles it right into Calvin's hands. Calvin managed to recover the fumbled microphone well. He kind of glared in the direction of Jack after hearing his words. This was a glare that only remained for a few seconds before the Martyr brought the microphone right up to his lips.

CALVIN HARRIS: I know what I was doing when I formed an alliance with Jack. I knew that he was someone that I might have to keep eyes in the back of my head if I wanted him around me. Because he’s a ruthless as they come and I’m sure if the opportunity presented itself. He’d take my head off. However because he’s ruthless. Because he’s heartless. Because he lives for chaos and destruction. He enjoys that lifestyle almost as much as I do. Maybe even he enjoys it more than I do. Therefore having someone like Jack around benefits me in a big way. Much like having you around benefits me in a big way.

In mentioning “you” Calvin had himself pointing directly at Cross who was standing there. Cross’ eyebrow could be seen arching up some when he found himself being addressed.

CALVIN HARRIS: When you think about it Cross, the writing was on the wall when it came to this new found alliance. You have been open and honest from the start when it comes to how you feel about Press. You have said it from the start. You couldn’t stand him. You disliked him. You hated him and you wanted to see his demise. Why wouldn’t I want to form an alliance with someone that has the same amount of dislike that I do for him? Why wouldn’t I form an alliance with someone that hates Press just as much as I do?! Why wouldn’t I form an alliance with someone that shares the same mindset I do when it comes to getting that championship off of Press by any means necessary?! It would just be stupid of me to do so.

The fans listening to this were not very happy by any means. Their boos had continued to ring out from their vocal cords as loud as they could make them. Fans were still throwing trash in the ring to further voice their opinion when it came to unhappy they were. Calvin thought it was amusing seeing as there was a smirk crossed over his lips. His gaze hadn’t left Cross.

CALVIN HARRIS: One thing that you should know Cross is I don’t tolerate mistakes. I don’t tolerate someone dropping the ball. I don’t tolerate someone living up to my standards. That’s exactly why if I ever see Alexandra Kelly again. I’m going to have no problem snapping her neck in the middle of this ring and making that little rodent pay for what she did wrong. So let that be a warning to you Cross. Do not make me regret this alliance!

His eyes remained settled on Cross for a couple of seconds longer. As soon as they broke away though Calvin turned his attention to the booing and hateful crowd. There were just a couple of seconds where he was taking in their hatefulness. Only to bring the microphone back to his lips.

CALVIN HARRIS: And you people, you honestly thought after two weeks ago that I was done for. You thought I was defeated. You thought that Press had put me down and that I was a man that had learned his place. In reality what Press did to me last week did nothing but add fuel to the fire. It made me realize and truly understand what I was up against. My eyes were opened up. Everything became clearer and brighter for me. Therefore having that knowledge is what made all of this happen tonight. I knew that I had to let Press know that he was no longer the top dog and that’s why he got carted out of this arena on a stretcher. That’s also why the same thing is going to happen at Bad Moon Rising when I become the PAW Heavyweight Champion. No ifs, no ands, and no buts. On that night the gold is coming home with me!

His words echoed throughout the arena over their loud boos. Calvin found himself stepping back some only to let the microphone in his hands flip right out and into the chest of Cross. Quickly Cross recovered and grabbed the mic before it could hit the mat leaving him with the floor for the time being.

CROSS RECOBA: Well, well, well…

The crowd’s boos continue to resonate around the arena. Recoba, for his part, takes them in – his smile growing with every second he can hear the distaste for what the crowd have just witnessed.

CROSS RECOBA: This has been a long time coming. Let’s do a quick history lesson – the man you saw DECIMATED tonight, he put me on the shelf. Don’t act like you’ve forgotten about it, it’s in the opening credits of every PAW broadcast – it put PAW on the map! Where was my thanks? Where were the royalties? Where was even a ‘We hope you recover, Cross?’ .

Recoba flips a strand of hair out of his eyes

CROSS RECOBA: Sure, I got The Box Office, the place where everything happened, except – still no-one thought to thank me for guaranteeing Box Office viewing each and every week! You all heard the reports – I was a lame man, I was a cripple, destined to wander down the aisle each and every time you saw me…and throughout all the noise all I could hear was the tap…tap…tap of that cane! That thud managing to cut through every decibel each audience gave me, each tap a reminder of what I lost that night. You people have no idea what it must feel like, so let me put it into terms you might be able to relate to – it was like I’d heard that Jimmy Dean foods had filed for Chapter 11!

Cross is hot as he leans against the ropes, spitting the words, but quickly regains composure.

CROSS RECOBA: I saw endless rounds of physicians, specialists, and experts and they all told me to get used to it…until I found one. One doctor told me he could get me back to how I was…and what did I have to lose? Sure, I could have told PAW about it, they could have done a whole bit on my road to redemption, hell they’d have probably made sure that at the end I could walk out to the aisle at a big event without the use of an aid…LIKE TINY FUCKING TIM! So I thought – fuck ‘em, why let them use it for their own gains when I could use it for my own…

Cross paces in front of the camera, shaking his head all the while.

CROSS RECOBA: What you’ve just seen? Why are any of you really surprised? I’ve found myself two people within PAW who not only want to take down Press…but actually came through and did it! Yet I can see it now, you look at me like I’m crazy and unhinged and that just makes me laugh – why? These two guys besides me, they live for carnage and destruction, thrive on the chaos they bring to the ring, see exhibits A and B here presented on the mat. Who do you think orchestrates them? Keeps the plan focused? We all have common goals…

Cross pauses to stare down at the blood of the champion that's laid out on the canvas. He points down at it with a smirk.

CROSS RECOBA: You think this is bad? This was only the opening act, because when we’re finished there won’t be anything left in PAW except a flaming pile of rubble!

Cross holds the mic out in front of himself confidently, before opening his hand and letting it drop 'Pipe Bomb' style. The three men continue to stand in the ring, just goading the fans to continue in their chorus of boo's, while seeming to enjoy the collective moment.

PERCY: My God! What's next for PAW after this? These three men are not some flash in the pan superstars, they are established heavyweights! And what about the return of Cross Recoba! I guess that means that The Box Office is truly finished!

CAT: To hell with all that, Percy, did you not hear them! These men don't even like one another, but their hatred for the PAW Heavyweight champion is so much greater than their contempt for one another that they are willing to work together! When you have motivation like that, it makes you very dangerous.

PERCY: Dangerous, indeed. I can't think of anything more dangerous in the promotion right now than the collaboration of these three men.

Percy's words hang hollow over the scene as the camera picks up one more shot of Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad standing tall in the ring. The scene fades to the PAW logo, and then to black.

WICKED - DVD TAPING #15 - From Natchitoches, LA 07/21/2016

Post by The BombTrax on Jul 8, 2016 5:19:25 GMT

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