WICKED - DVD Taping #16 - From Jackson, MS 08/04/2016

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Live From Mississippi Coliseum

Jackson, MS

Thursday, August 4th, 2016 at 10 pm CST

Pure Amusement Wrestling

Proudly Presents:

SPECIAL TAG TEAM EDITION

BEFORE CURTAIN

Rodney P strides down the arena hallway with a clear goal in sight. Off to the side, huddled conspiratorially in a secluded corner is the unmistakable form of his employer, Francis Ford Cuppola. Rodney can’t make out whom Francis is speaking to. As he approaches, he can hear the conversation.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Brilliant! Thanks so much for this. You’re a life-saver.

UNKNOWN MAN: Now, remember, Francis, make sure that jar remains sealed tightly. You don’t want those creatures prematurely escaping. There's no telling what would happen if my creations made their way out into the world at large.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Hey, Seth, you know me? I’m the king of keeping a lid on things. Like the time Lady Munin sent nudes to Alex Cross but accidentally sent them to the wrong email account and I hacked my way inside and nabbed them? HAHAH! Did I tell you about that? That’s right. I didn’t. I’m the king of keeping secrets.

“SETH”: ….okay. But, still. Remember, it’s absolutely imperative you use those creatures for their designated purpose and immediately return them to their canister and brought back to me for safe keeping.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Uhhh, this seems like an awful lot to rememb--

Rodney steps in behind Francis and peeks over his shoulder. Francis is interrupted when he notices his friend Seth’s eyes drift to suspiciously regard Rodney. Francis glances over his shoulder and his dark, grim visage turns to caught-red-handed innocence.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: HEEEEEY! There he is! It’s this guy!

Rodney isn’t having it.

RODNEY P: What’s going on here? Francis, you’re supposed to be helping me prep the mimes. Who is this?

Francis’ reddened face and stuttering demeanour only makes Rodney bristle more.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Uhhhhhh, this is my friend Seth Brundle. He’s a mad scientist.

Francis slaps Seth Brundle on the back and pulls him in close for a hug, giving him an exaggerated kiss on the head and smiling innocently at Francis.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Seth was just here to wish the mimes luck and—

RODNEY P: What’s in the jar?

Rodney’s eyes have already diverted downward to glare at the canister in Francis’ other hand that seems to contain two strangely large flying wasps. Francis sighs loudly, letting go of Seth dejectedly.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You always gotta ruin everything. Fine, tell him, Seth.

Seth Brundle straightens his lab coat and eyes Rodney professionally.

SETH BRUNDLE: What Mister Cuppola holds safely contained in that canister are two genetically modified Tarantula Hawks.

Rodney frowns, Francis smiles proudly with the canister in his arms.

RODNEY P: Those aren’t hawks.

Seth chortles at Rodney’s ignorance, then explains.

SETH BRUNDLE: That’s precisely accurate. No, the Tarantula Hawk is actually a species of wasp known for its agonizing sting, as well as its penchant for hunting Tarantulas and paralyzing them to lay its eggs inside of the helpless spider, which will later become food for the wasp’s larvae.

Seth smiles proudly. Francis proudly pats the canister in his hand. Rodney looks from one to the other with suspicious concern.

RODNEY P: Okay… and why does he have them?

Francis’ proud smile turns giddy.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Seth genetically modified them to seek out human hosts for their eggs. Isn’t that gnarly? They’re going to help me get back at Sergio.

RODNEY P: Okay…

SETH BRUNDLE: Remember, Francis, once they sting the victim, you are to promptly collect them, and place them back inside the canister. If they lay eggs, they will consume this Sergio guy.

Francis can barely contain his enthusiasm.

RODNEY P: Are you seriously going to go through with that? Whatever this guy did to you, it can’t be worth the hell you’re holding in that canister waiting to unleash on him.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh, Rodney. Sergio’s had this coming to him ever since…

Francis blinks, struggling to remember his enmity with Sergio.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Since… well… whatever the reason I’m doing this, it’s going to work!

SETH BRUNDLE: That’s the ticket, Mr. Cuppola. Positive thinking.

RODNEY P: Are you seriously encouraging him with your crazy perverted science experiment?! How’s he going to get them back inside that jar? I’m not doing that for him.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Rodney, quit being such a poon dogger. What could possibly go wrong with me holding onto a canister of lethal, mutated demonic cyber wasps?

Rodney pauses and looks to the camera, which has so far maintained a level of objective distance from the proceedings. The camera shifts like the person holding it has shrugged. Rodney shakes his head and fingers the bridge of his nose.

RODNEY P: Whatever. This is your responsibility when it goes wrong.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Rodney, please. It’s not going to—whoa, haha. Almost lifted the lif off the canister! THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN FUNNY, HEY?!

Francis laughs and playfully pretends to threaten Rodney and Seth and the camera man with his jar of impressively dangerous wasps. Rodney turns, still shaking his head.

RODNEY P: Oh, god help me now.

Rodney exits. Francis turns to Seth and smiles knowingly.

SETH BRUNDLE: Good luck, Francis! Whatever this Sergio guy did to you, he’s going to regret it after tonight!

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You know it!

The two give a secret, super cool handshake before Francis moves off to follow Rodney.

MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE OF THE COLISEUM...

The scene opens up outside of the Mississippi Colosseum where The Original Carnies, Nirvana and Redrum are leaving an RV with a trailer hitched to the back of it. A roar sounds out from behind them, and Nirvana turns to look over his shoulder to bark an order.

NIRVANA: HUSH, BORIS! Don't draw attention to yourself.

There's a snort that almost sounds like a reluctant reply, and The Midnight King nods, resuming his trek towards the service entrance that will serve as talent entry. Redrum walks beside him, and his usual energy isn't present as he shakes his head in frustration.

REDRUM: Maybe you just aren't hearing what I'm saying. I didn't join this team so that I could go in the ring every night and get my ass kicked, just for you to swoop in and save the day like some modern day hero! It's bullshit, man!

NIRVANA: Listen, Kid, that's just the way these things have turned out. It's not like I plan it that way. Maybe...I don't know....don't get your ass kicked so much, and I won't have to save it.

Redrum stopped dead in his tracks, as Nirvana kept on going, ring bag slung over his shoulder. The Masked Phenom looked over to where the Deranged Clown had been walking beside him, and realizing he was no longer in step, turned back to see what was keeping him. Just as he turns, an oversized fist comes flying into frame, catching The Midnight King right in the face and drops him where he stands. When the camera swings back, Redrum is standing there, a gun in his hand attached to a spring loaded boxing glove that has been fired. His face is screwed up into an expression of rage, and he breathes heavily as he abandons the gun, and moves in with stiff kicks straight down into his partner's ribs. Nirvana tries to cover up, but the Deranged Clown doesn't relent, changing his spots as he drives in boot after boot into the masked man. Finally, one football like punt catches Nirvana square in the side of the head, and The Midnight King slumps limply to the pavement, as Redrum steps back, licking his painted lips.

REDRUM: You want to run your mouth, you dead weight bastard. Well Redrum will show you. Redrum doesn't need you. He doesn't need anyone. And Redrum will win the PAW Tag Team Championships on his own.

He spat the last line as he stalks past the downed Nirvana, and continues his trek towards the service entrance, laughter starting to bubble up from somewhere deep inside. Boris can be heard growling and mewling in the background, as Nirvana is left to bleed out on the pavement.

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

Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from the previous WICKED#15. Exciting highlights from the Fatal Five Way Match that opened the show, and the eventual hand raising of Anastasia Hayden; Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer jumping around the ring in excitement after their victory, just before Mercy & Sin make their debut, and take the two women's heads off; Strick Plissken sending Sasquatch right out of the ring with The Puscifier, only for the Big Foot to disappear like an enigma; Rachel Ellsworth locking Caleb Houston in her patented Red(Head) Death Hold; The Living Legend, Terry Hero, wiping out on an empty antacid bottle thanks to one Double FC; Rodney P's reaction to that, and realizing that he is once again Francis' assistant; CJ O'Donnell and Aokigahara Zombie abandoning their match to fight throughout the arena; Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad standing as one over the fallen body of the PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press; Finally a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen before the speakers cut the music. The focus of the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.

PERCY: Welcome everyone to the Mississippi Colosseum in Jackson, Mississippi, and a special Tag Team Edition of WICKED! I'm Percival Banion Chord, and this charismatic lady to my left is Caitlin Casey, and MY GOD! We've already had violence before the opening credits!

CAT: That's exactly the way I like it, Percy. Redrum sending a message to Nirvana that he don't need that walking colostomy bag!

PERCY: Oh, come on, Cat! The Midnight King is the one that's been holding The Carnies together this entire time! How can Redrum justify such a wretched attack.

CAT: He doesn't have to justify it, Percy, just like Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad won't have to justify theirs when they make it. You don't book three of the top guys in PAW who just formed an alliance over the broken body of the PAW Champion, and expect them to sit quietly in the back do you?

PERCY: I'm afraid you might be right, as The BombTrax will be facing off with Ava and Johnny Sykes later on in the card, and more than likely we're going to see an appearance out of those three to unsettle everything.

CAT: Don't get too far ahead of yourself, my man! Before we even get there we have The Lost making their debut against The French Mime Assassins in a Qualifying Match for the PAW Tag Team Championships to be decided at Bad Moon Rising!

PERCY: And we have the team of Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer taking on STRAIKE! Strick Plissken and Johnny Raike!

CAT: Please, for the love of all that's holy, tell me you're joking. They aren't really calling themselves that are they?

PERCY: Hey, I think it's kind of catchy, but if that doesn't sound good to you, how about Lady Munin making a special announcement right here in Jackson? I wonder what she's cooked up now?

CAT: I don't know, but when the Lady is in the house, she usually likes to make an impact. Speaking of impacts, four of our PAW Debuts from last shows Fatal Five Way are going to be going at it again, but this time....THEY HAVE TO BE PARTNERS! WTF?

PERCY: Maybe the booking committee just likes the idea of watching this thing implode as it's likely to do. There's no telling what will happen in that one.

CAT: Yeah, and in the only singles match of the night, Summer will be making her debut against Hunter Storms in a leather strap match, where the corners are your tag partners!

PERCY: And how could we forget our Main Event? Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O'Donnell have been at each others throats ever since WICKED#13, and they are joined by Amanda Reynolds and Nova Wonder, who still have risidual sparks left over from that Sixteen Man Battle Royal at Heat Stroke. This show is brimming to the top with quality action, and steal a line from you, Cat....LET'S GET TO IT!

Opening Bout
PAW Tag Team Championship Turmoil (Qualifier)
Tag Match
Mercy & Sin versus The Lost Boyz

PERCY: This match will determine which will be the first team in the Tag Team plans at Bad Moon Rising.

CAT: Should be exciting. And look who it is in the ring. Spielberg's favorite sons.

PERCY: Indeed, it looks like The Lost Boyz are already in the ring, and Rhonda is standing by to announce the other team.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is the opening bout of the evening, and is a PAW Tag Team Championship Qualifier match for Bad Moon Rising!! Already in the ring, weighting in at a combined weight of 426 pounds....They are Purity's own, PAN & RUFIO....THE LOST BOYZ!!

The fans don't even get a chance to react before "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.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 371 pounds, they are MERCY & SIN!

Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous, despite the larger woman's obvious size. Mercy pulls back on the ropes and vaults herself up and over, then runs to the far turnpost. There, she holds those arms out at her sides with her eyes closed and her head tilts back. Behind her, Sin had already slipped through and was standing front and center. Sin takes both her thumbs, drags them across her throat and grits her teeth with a psychotic, angry expression on her face. Suddenly a crimson fluid begins drooling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dribbling onto the canvas. Her whole body shudders violently as if going through a seizure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Mercy hops off the ropes with a spin and leans back in her corner. Sin's eyes snap back to normal and she backs up towards the ropes, watching and waiting. Mercy drags a thumb across her throat, a sadistic smile crossing her face.

PERCY: These two ladies right here are scary...

CAT: I don't know, Percy, I kind of like them. Now, let's see if we can't entice that big one to eat Pan's face off!

As if she heard the blood thirsty announcer, Tracy Sin suddenly rushed across the ring catching both Lost Boyz by surprise with a stiff double clothesline. Becky Mercy just laughs, still leaning against the corner, while Tracy jerks both men up by the hair of the head, and jams their heads together. Both men drop once again as A-Ref jumps up and down, and forces Sin back over to her corner. Sin steps through to the apron, and Becky steps forwards, still wearing that sadistic grin. A-Ref calls for the bell, and Pan is barely able to get back to his feet before Mercy is all over him with vicious chops that knock him back into his own corner. Rufio, still shaken from headbutting his own partner, is unable to do anything before Mercy snapmares Pan back out to the center of the ring, and follows it up with a soccer like kick straight to the spine.

PERCY: Good Lord, Mercy & Sin have completely thrown the Lost Boyz game plan off by jumping them like that, and Becky Mercy is just having her way with poor Pan.

CAT: Now see, Percy, this is more like it. It's what I came to see. Two strong women kicking the shit out of people here on PAW. These gals know how to entertain!

Pan gets up to his feet holding his lower back, and Mercy is there to meet him by grabbing a handful of hair, and dragging him over to her corner. Sin already has her leg draped over the top rope, and Becky runs Pan head first right into her knee. A quick tag and Sin is in, taking Pan and whipping him into the ropes. He comes rebounding back, and he ducks Sin's clothesline attempt. Then the back elbow. On his third pass he leaps into the air for a cross body, but much to his dismay he's caught in mid air by Tracy, who laughs at his effort. The fans boo the arrogance of the new team, but it doesn't seem to phase Tracy as she stalks around the ring with Pan in tow, before depositing him with a massive body slam in front of her teams corner.

PERCY: Alright, Becky with the tag, and she's heading to the top rope. High Risk Maneuver coming up....OH! CORKSCREW SENTON SPLASH DOWN ONTO PAN! Becky for the cover!

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PERCY: THRE-Rufio with a boot to the back of Becky's head, but here comes Tracy. God, those right hands are brutal as she knocks Rufio back! Becky has Pan up on the opposite side, and both women just hammering away at their opponents....

CAT: Now they are coordinated. Tracy whips Rufio, Becky whips Pan, and both men collide in the center of the ring! Tracy just grabbed Rufio before he could even hit the ground and ejected him from the ring right over the top rope!

Becky smirks, and points down at Pan as Tracy steps up and grabs him up by his legs. She starts to do a big swing, and as she gets close to Becky, the smaller woman begins playing jump rope with Pan's body.

PERCY: Are you kidding me! Becky Mercy is playing jump rope with Pan's body!

CAT: Yeah, she's even reciting a nursery rhyme!

BECKY MERCY: ONE-TWO, BLOOD FOR YOU! THREE-FOUR, SETTLE A SCORE! FIVE-SIX, CROSS THE RIVER STYX! SEVEN-EIGHT, FEED THA' HATE! NINE-TEN, BECK KILLS AGAIN!!!!

Becky never tells what happens at Eleven-Twelve, as she hops high at that moment, and then brings her feet straight down into Pan's chest for a double stomp at the same time Tracy lets go of her big swing. Pan is driven into the mat, and Becky drops for the cover as Tracy fumble falls back into their corner for a rest.

CAT: I hear they call that move the swinging death rope!

PERCY: Aptly, named, cause this one's over! 1...2...3!!!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentleman, the winners of this match by pinfall, MERCY & SIN!!

PERCY: Well folks, we have our first team going into Bad Moon Rising, and they are going to be a tough one to beat, let me tell you!

CAT: You got that right, Percy. I mean, you tell me, who in the hell could take on two competitors with this much violence in their eyes.

As soon as the words leave Cat's mouth, "Stranglehold" by Nugent answers her question over the PA System. The fans come alive as Youth appears at the top of the stage, dancing from one end to the other with his hand over his eyes so that he can search the crowd. He's followed by a looming Press, the PAW Heavyweight Championship firmly in his grasp. After the appropriate amount of fanfare, Youth looks over his shoulder at the big man, who nods, and the two begin to make their way down to the ring.

PERCY: You just had to open your big fat mouth!

CAT: I'm SORRY! I didn't mean it!

Mercy & Sin exchange a glance and nod, before dumping out of the ring and rushing up to meet the interruption head on. Press gets a small gallop going down the ramp, and right as he's about to collide with Tracy Sin, he throws his boot straight out, catching her in the face and sending her somersaulting down to the steel grating. Becky takes a swing at Youth who ducks under it while moving past her. When she turns to back to face him she's met with a superkick that damn near takes her head off.

PERCY: GOOD GOD! SUDDEN STOP BY PRESS, AND SLOW BURN BY YOUTH!

CAT: Sometimes I really hate these guys...

The two women roll around on the ramp holding their faces as Youth shrugs and belly slides into the ring, while Press smirks, stalking up onto the apron, and then swinging one leg after the other over the top rope. Youth calls for a mic, and as soon as he has one he steps back over to lean against the ropes looking out at the two women as they try and get back to their feet.

FLAMING YOUTH: I couldn't help but notice while reading your bio that you have a finishing move called the Sin-A-Bomb Pop, which is basically Tracy setting up a powerbomb, while Becky comes off the top with some aerial maneuever.

Youth looks out at the crowd in confusion, holding his finger to his temple, and they all laugh or boo the two ladies who have yet to collect themselves.

YOUTH: Yeah, I know. It sound's awfully familiar, doesn't it? I mean, are we going to have to trademark every damn thing we do around here? Jeeeeeezzz. You two showed up and put the beat down on Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer last show, and had some mighty big words for the tag division, including not so kind anecdotes for me and my partner here. So consider us the welcome wagon, and this as your official 'Hello' from the PAW Universe!

The fans cheer loudly as Tracy and Becky finally make it back to their feet, both holding their jaws. They cast baleful stares into the ring at their assailants, as the crowd gets even more into the moment with a chant.

CROWD: HELL-O! GOOD-BYE! HELL-O! GOOD-BYE!

Tracy makes like she's about to back hand a fan, but Becky grabs her by the arm and shakes her head 'No'. She spits on the ramp while pulling Tracy towards the stage, watching as Youth bounces around the ring directing the chant. When the two women disappear behind the curtain the fans cheer loudly, and Youth takes a bow before tossing the mic to his partner. Press stalks around the ring, still looking up at the curtain.

PRESS: Everyone here knows that The BombTrax are not much for talking, but a lot more for doing, and since we're already scheduled for later tonight, I figure, WHY WAIT? Get Ava and Sykes down to the ring so we can get this over with, and finish up our itinerary for Bad Moon Rising!

The fans go ballistic as Press tosses the mic out of the ring, and hands his Championship belt over to the time keeper.

PERCY: WOW! The BombTrax mean business here tonight, and it looks like they want those Tag Team Straps to go along with the Heavyweight Title!

CAT: Well this, at least, we agree on. Let's get this party started!

PAW Tag Team Championship Turmoil (Qualifier)

Impromptu Tag Match
Ava & Sykes versus The BombTrax

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is a PAW Tag Team Championship Qualifier Match, and is scheduled for one fall or submission. Introducing first, already in the ring, weighting in at a combined weight of 560 pounds.... 'The High Flyer' Flaming Youth and The PAW Heavyweight Champion, PRESS...THEY ARE THE BOMBTRAX!!!

The two men step into their corner as 'The Party Boy' Theme from Jackass starts up throughout the arena, and Johnny Sykes pushes through the curtain at the top of the stage wearing a confident grin on his face. He reaches behind him and pulls out his trusty shopping cart, but suddenly Ava appears beside him, grabbing the cart and shaking her head 'no'. Johnny argues with her for a minute, but she points to the ring where The BombTrax patiently wait with a bit of trepidation on her face. She pleads with Johnny for a minute longer, until finally he shoves the cart back through the curtain in disappointment. Ava starts tentatively down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans as she goes by without taking her eyes off the two in the ring. Johnny walks beside her dumbly, waving out to the crowd, and grinning like a man without a care in the world.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 316 pounds.....They are 'The Original Pranksta' and 'Da Bomb Dot Com'....AVA & JOHNNY SYKES!!

When they reach ringside, Ava climbs the steps up onto the Apron, while Johnny hops up on the side of the ring, and then springboards himself inside with a front flip. He lands in a roll, popping back up to his feet with his hands over his head while Press stares holes into him, and Youth comically jests with the crowd around ringside near their corner. Ava finally slips into the ring through the middle and bottom rope, and grabs Johnny by the arm, pulling him back into their corner.

PERCY: Ava is showing a lot more concerned than her partner is, and I'm not sure whether that's confidence or stupidity on his part.

CAT: Where Johnny Sykes is concerned, it's always stupidity.

PERCY: Either way you look at it, the young woman has reason to be worried considering the hurt they just put on Mercy & Sin moments ago, and the fact that Press alone out weights their whole team!

CAT: Yeah, well the fans seem a little confused as to who to cheer for, considering both are pretty big fan favorites for way different reasons.

PERCY: I agree, Cat, but A-Ref just rang the bell, and it looks like Press and Johnny Sykes are going to start this off...

Johnny Sykes shuffles around the ring with his dukes up, playing at being a boxer with a grin on his face. Some of the crowd laugh, getting into the playful banter of the smaller man, while Press stares at him from across the ring with smoldering embers. Finally Press stalks forwards, making to lock up with Sykes, but 'The Original Pranksta' slips under the big mans grasp to end up behind him, and when Press turns around, he's caught with three stiff left jabs.

PERCY: Press just stepped back in surprise after those punches, and he's checking his nose for blood. OH, Here he comes! He thunders in for another lock up, but again, Sykes ends up behind him, and catches him with three more jabs!

CAT: If that fool can keep on the move like that, he might be able to wear the big bastard down.

Press chuckles, staring down at the canvas while wiping at his stinging mouth. When he looks up, he approaches Sykes in a much more methodical manner, and when Johnny darts right, Press steps right. When he goes left, he goes left. Finally, Johnny finds himself in a neutral corner, and he makes a quick dash right, then a fake out to the left, but unfortunately for him, Press is there to catch him. With a heave of what almost seems like unnatural strength, Sykes is lifted right off the ground with one hand and slammed back first into the corner. The sudden impact obviously knocks the wind out of him, but the two left jabs, and the right cross that follows wipes the grin off of his face. Literally.

PERCY: God Almighty, what do you do with a guy like that?

CAT: I wonder if Calvin Harris is somewhere taking notes?

Press grabs Sykes by the wrist and whips him hard to the opposite side. When Sykes strikes the turnbuckle the force causes him to stumble out of the corner, and Press meets him halfway with a stiff clothesline that sends him to the mat. The fans give up a mixture of cheers and boo's as Press jerks Sykes up to his feet by a fistful of hair, and then pulls him over to his corner where Youth has boot draped across the top turnbuckle. The big man brings Sykes head first down onto the appendage, and then makes a tag to his partner, who zips into the ring. With press now on the outside, Youth pulls Sykes out away from the turnbuckle, and then scoop slams him in the center of the ring.

PERCY: Youth has Sykes where he wants him, and now falls back into the ropes for spring, coming back now...leaps over Sykes, SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT DOWN ACROSS THE PRANKSTA!

CAT: Early cover, but looking good....

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PERCY: KICK OUT! Sykes out at two, and Youth jerks him up to his feet, delivering a few right hands to drive him into the corner. Youth now standing on the other side of him, and straight kicks straight into the mans solar plexus, followed by a Round House Kick To The Face!

CAT: You know, I want to hate him, but it's hard when he makes that shit look so effortless. Nah....THAT'S the reason I hate him!

Youth steps away from the corner and Johnny Sykes stumbles out, taking a swing at the air before falling flat on his face. Youth steps over to his opponents corner, and leans against the top rope with a smile and a bit of conversation with Ava. 'Da Bomb Dot Com' tries to pay him no attention as she calls for Johnny to get up and make a tag. Youth looks out at the crowd, and shrugs while they laugh and cat call him. He turns his attention back to Johnny Sykes who's crawled halfway to his corner, and drops a knee straight down across the back of his head. He hops up quickly, grabs Sykes by the leg, and drags him towards his corner before making the tag.

PERCY: The BombTrax seem very confident here, and with good reason, but I still don't think I'd take this team lightly. The last time someone did that, they pulled off an upset.

CAT: Yeah, but these guys have been doing this a lot longer than Ava & Sykes have. Fifteen years, if memory serves.

Press comes in over the top rope while Youth holds Sykes arm up above his head, and the big man drives home a savage right hand to Johnny's ribs. The Pranksta holds his left side as he tries to shake off the pain, but Press spins him back around, and lays in a chop that levels him where he stands. The painful sound echoes throughout the arena, and the fans all 'Woooooo' in unison. Press smirks as he falls back into the ropes for some spring, and comes back with a leap into the air, dropping his massive leg down across Sykes' throat.

PERCY: Jesus, when a 365 pound man drops a leg drop it looks like a freakin' finisher!

CAT: It might just be, he's going for the cover.

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PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Johnny Sykes gets the shoulder up, but he is not doing well. He needs to make a tag.

CAT: Yeah, to the 120 pound girl on the ring apron. Hey, listen, Ava is a tough cookie, there's no doubt, but what the hell is she going to do with a goon like that?

Percy shrugs as Press gets to his feet, and tags in Youth. The Innovative Aviator hops to the top turnbuckle, and as Johnny Sykes gets to his feet, leaps off with a beautiful missile drop kick that sends the man crashing back to the canvas. Youth scrambles for a cover.

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This time Ava is in the ring to shove Youth off her partner, and she's back out on the apron just as quickly. Youth looks over at the corner and grins, yanking Sykes up to his feet, and hooking him around the head for a suplex. He goes to take him over but Sykes manages to block by putting his foot between Youth's legs. Youth tries again, but another block. Suddenly, Johnny Sykes gives a yell, and in a gust of strength he takes Youth over with a suplex instead.

PERCY: Sykes just got that moment he needed, but does he have enough left to get the tag?

CAT: I don't know, Percy. I think that was instinct.

Youth slowly gets up to his feet, taking his time, while Johnny struggles with the ropes to even make it vertical. The High Flyer looks over, and sees The Pranksta having trouble, and takes off in his direction before he can get his barrings. Just as he's about to go for a clothesline, Sykes ducks low, sending Youth up and over the top rope with a high back body drop. Immediately after he falls forwards towards his corner, and makes the tag to Ava, just as Youth lands with a smack on the concrete floor.

PERCY: Oh, Damn! Youth just took a tremendous bump off the concrete, and Ava is scaling up to the top of her corner......OH MY GOD! SHOOTING AVA PRESS OFF THE TOP DOWN ONTO YOUTH!!

CAT: What the fuck!?!

The fans go absolutely nuts as Ava lays beside Youth holding her gut, while he tries to decide which hurts more now, his rib cage or his spine. A 'Holy Shit' chant is taken up by those in the front row, which inspires Ava to make it to her feet. She helps Youth up, and tosses him head first into the ring. He rolls further in, and she hops up onto the ring apron, grabbing the top rope and spring boarding in with a rolling senton. She pops up to her feet facing the opposite direction from her downed opponent, and with a small dip forward, she springs backwards into a standing moonsault, landing squarely once again across the mans sternum and chest. She excitedly hooks the leg.

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2...

PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Man, Youth barely got the shoulder up. I think Ava has rocked his world, and not in the way that he was eluding to earlier.

CAT: She's a regular spitfire, that one.

Ava hops up and makes a quick tag to Sykes, who's back up and raring to go. Sykes gives some direction, and Ava takes off to the far ropes, and comes barreling back at the man like a rocket. When she reaches him, he whips her up in a tilt-a-whirl that ends with her hanging over Youth's body as Johnny drops straight down, using Ava essentially to crush him. Ava quickly slips under the bottom rope, and Sykes lays back over Youth, hooking his leg for a cover.

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PERCY: Youth just locked his legs around Sykes arm, and hooked him by the other, and rolled him forwards into a pin! 1...2...NO! Johnny kicks out, and is already back to his feet, reigning down stomps to the side of Youth's head.

CAT: Looks like Sykes might have some payback on his mind, but he better not forget that gorilla over in Youth's corner.

Sykes jerks Youth up off the mat, and takes him by the wrist to send him to the other side. Youth rebounds, and Johnny comes rushing in to meet him, catching him right in the face with a tornado kick. Youth hits the mat, and Johnny doesn't slow, heading to the apron of the neutral corner, and climbing up to the top. Once there he does a pose for the crowd, and then takes flight with an epic Frog Splash down across Youth's midsection. Johnny Rolls up, holding his midsection, but then scoots back to Youth to make the cover.

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PERCY: THRE-NO! Good lord, Youth might be known as 'The High Flyer', but Ava and Sykes are showing him that he might have competition for that moniker.

CAT: I'm telling you, Percy, all these fancy High Risks are going to end up backfiring, and when it does, that monster on the apron is going to end up doing what he does, and what he does isn't nice!

Johnny hops up and tags in Ava, who slips into the ring, and rushes to the center of the ring to drop an elbow down into Youth's lower back. Youth arches his back in pain, and Ava is back up as quick as a hiccup, grabbing him by his ankles and by the chin, dropping her knee's into his lower back, and then rocking back to pull him into a Bow and Arrow.

PERCY: CODE OF KONAMI ON YOUTH! How in the world is Ava finding the strength to keep him across knee's like that? He out weights her by 80 pounds!

CAT: Very carefully, Percy. Very carefully.

Youth calls out in pain as his back is compressed, while his injured ribs are being stretched, and his hand hovers over Ava's thigh precariously in the tap position. Press screams at Youth to push through it, and the high flier begins to pump that same hand into the air as a fist. He begins to rock with the fist pump, and eventually his struggling becomes too much for Ava to hold onto, and she's forced to let him loose. When he slips out, he comes forwards onto his feet, springing up, and firing towards the ropes. Ava rises just in time to see him on his way back with a lariat, and ducks the maneuver before it can land. He continues through and hits the ropes on the other side, thundering back, and that's when Ava moves into position to catch him with a boot to the midsection. Youth manages to put on the brakes, catches her foot, and then brings one foot over the leg, while simultaneously bringing the other up to catch her right in the jaw with a roundhouse kick. Both of them lay there, tired and stunned, as the fans get on their feet cheering for more. A-Ref looks down at both competitors, and starts his count.

PERCY: Youth managed to get things back on his side, but he's taken a pretty good beating at the hands of Sykes and Ava. Funny how things can turn around so completely considering the way The BombTrax started this match.

CAT: That just goes to show you that anything can happen here in the PAW Universe. Sometimes shit gets real, and sometimes shit is just....well, shit.

PERCY: Sound logic, Cat, while A-Ref has reached the five count, and now both Ava and Youth are stirring. They're climbing towards their respective partners, and now it's a race to see who gets there first....and listen to this crowd.

CROWD: AVA - SYKES! LETS GO TRAX! AVA - SYKES! LETS GO TRAX!

The crowd is on their feet as Ava slaps Johnny's hand, and Sykes jumps clear over the top rope to land inside the ring. He rushes at Youth who has his hand ever so close to the big man's. Sykes steps right up on Youth's shoulders, driving his hand down to tag in Press, but Johnny uses his momentum to springboard right at the big man. He catches him with a stiff European upper cut as he throws his leg over the ropes, and then continues hammering away on him from there. Press uses his bulk to force himself into the ring, but the shots for Sykes are obviously taking their toll as he falls back into his corner, and tries to cover up. Sykes switches from punching, to kicking, as he sends in punt kick after punt kick into the big mans midsection. Finally, Press just reaches out and shoves Sykes back, and steps out of the corner after him with a swing of his own. Sykes ducks it, however, and when Press turns around he's caught with rapid fire punches that leave him reeling. The fans can't believe it as Sykes abandons the punches to fall back into the ropes, and leaps into the big man with double knee's to the chest. Press still doesn't go down, but it drives him back into the ropes behind him, and they spring him forwards only for him to throw his boot out and catch Johnny Sykes right in the face.

PERCY: SUDDEN STOP!! Johnny Sykes just cut a somersault after that gigantic kick to the head! And Press doesn't look finished! He just ripped his shirt off like a hulk, and he's got Sykes up between his legs....HEY! WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!

CAT: Looks like business just picked up!

The fans let out a torrid of boo's for Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad as they saunter out onto the stage at the top of the ramp. Youth slides back into the ring and points the trio out to Press, and the camera picks up a "I'll be God Damned!" before he throws Sykes back down to the mat, abandoning what was surely going to be a Press Release Powerbomb. The BombTrax don't even think about it as they slips through the ropes down to the floor, and begin to stalk up the ramp towards the three men. Calvin gives Press a smirk before shrugging, and the three men rush down to meet The BombTrax head on. The fans damn near take the roof of the arena as World War 3 begins on the ramp.

PERCY: THE BOMBTRAX AND THE POWER TRIO ARE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER, BUT WE HAVE A MATCH GOING ON! A-Ref is counting The BombTrax out! This is such bullshit!

CAT: HEY! They could have finished this match, and then got into it with the boys, but Nooooo. Not that oaf Press. All he cares about is his Championship, and I wonder when Youth is going to figure that out?

PERCY: Are you kidding me, Cat? These three bozos didn't come out here to watch the finish of the match. You saw what they did to Press at the end of last show! The BombTrax are fighting for their lives!

A-Ref reaches ten and calls for the bell as Ava tends to Johnny Sykes who is still stunned after getting hit with The Sudden Stop. Meanwhile, on the ramp, the numbers game has finally caught up to The BombTrax, as Cross Recoba and Calvin Harris double team Press, while Jack Nomad keeps Youth occupied, overpowering the smaller man with vicious right hands. Suddenly a plume of smoke explodes at the top of the stage, and when it dissipates The Shadow is standing in it's center, fighting batons in either hand. The fans cheer as Jack Nomad see's the man, and with a roar abandons Youth to move into strike this new combatant. The Shadow meets him half way, swinging his batons. Jack blocks the first, but the second finds it's mark in his midsection. Jack takes the hit with a painful grunt, and then his hand shoots out as quick as a viper, surprising The Shadow by snatching him up by the throat. Youth, now free of Nomad, turns his attention to Recoba, yanking him back off of Press, and nailing the man with right hands while Calvin and Press continue to scrap out in the aisle way.

PERCY: WE AREN'T EVEN GOING TO MAKE IT TO BAD MOON RISING! THEY ARE GOING TO KILL EACH OTHER RIGHT HERE AND NOW!

CAT: And just think about it, Percy! This is just the start of the show!

PERCY: Wait...there's 4 Loco, and he's brought an army of security! Thank, God!

Security swarms the six men on the ramp, but they continue to take swings and kicks where their able. Eventually security manages to corral Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad, creating a perimeter around the men, keeping them inside and the other three out. When two of security move in to take hold of The Shadow, he reaches to his belt and with a flick of his wrist another smoke cloud appears. When the grey matter wisps away, he's gone. Security move the Trio back towards the stage, as Press and Youth stand on the ramp, hands on their hips, the champion looking angrier and angrier. Suddenly, a sound calls out from ringside that bring everyone's attention back to the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Your winner of the match by count out, and advancing to the PAW Tag Team Championship match, AVA & JOHNNY SYKES!

Calvin Harris and Cross Recoba begin to chuckle, while Jack Nomad still seems preoccupied with keeping a look out for the shadow. The BombTrax's heads snap around to stare into the ring, where Ava has Johnny Sykes on his feet. Ava stares at the two on the ramp, who turn their attention from the Trio, and start making their way back to the ring.

PERCY: Oh no....

CAT: You better get that dummy out of the ring, Ava! Those guys aren't known for their good intentions!

Youth slides under the bottom rope, while Press hops up on the ring apron and swings one boot over the top followed by the other. Once in the ring they stand staring at the team of Ava and Sykes, who shake their heads 'no', trying to explain they didn't have anything to do with the attack. Press rocks his head back and forth to the side to get out the kinks, and steps forward, causing Ava & Sykes to step back. He smirks, right before reaching out and tosseling both of the superstars on the hair. The fans laugh and cheer, as Press the camera gets close enough to hear Press tell them, "Give those other bastards hell for the Tag Championships." Youth brings his hand up to his ear like a telephone, and winks at Ava, before The BombTrax exit the ring, leaving Ava & Sykes to enjoy their advancement.

CAT: I can't believe it! They just gave those two a pass! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?

PERCY: Maybe The BombTrax realize that they have more on their plate right now than they can deal with, and wanted to give Ava & Sykes their seal of approval for pursuing the PAW Tag Championships. Either way, this thing between them and the Trio is boiling over. Can you imagine what it's going to be like at Bad Moon Rising?

CAT: Man, I can't wait...but we still got a lot of action to cover right here tonight! But first, let's hear a few words from our sponsors.

The cameras turn backstage to find Strick Plissken making his way down a hallway. His face is emotionless and there’s a cigarette hanging from his lip. As he goes a staffer stops long enough to call out…

STAFFER: You can’t smoke back here!

STRICK: Well I am, aren’t I? How the fuck did that happen? Huh?

Strick stops long enough to take a long drag off his smoke. He exhales in the guy’s direction before continuing moving. He comes around the corner to see Tony Chu, in all of his glory, typing away on his smartphone. Beside him is a man Strick doesn’t recognize, but he’s big and fairly imposing.

He thinks aloud...

STRICK: Just can't stay away...

Strick decides that the big man is just vanity muscle and disregards his initial trepidation. Strick flicks his cigarette angrily and stalks towards the two men. Tony looks up from his phone just in time to see the incoming missile.

STRICK: And just what the fuck are you doing here, little man?

Before Strick can get to Tony, the bigger man steps in between them.

BIG MAN: No. Avoid this needless violence. Instead, use words.

STRICK: Seriously? Get your fuckin’ mitts off me.

TONY: No no no. He’s here to keep your mitts off of me. New rules. Tell me you’re going to be civil and we’ll avoid your hair getting mussed. Lenin, this is Strick. Strick, Lenin.

STRICK: Charmed. Now get your mitts off of me.

The big man pulls his hand away, but stays within striking distance.

LENIN: Nice to meet you too, Mr. Plissken.

STRICK: So what’s he? The new recruit?

Tony shakes his head.

TONY: No he’s just a bodyguard.

Tony eyeballs Strick.

TONY: Seeing as I need guarding now… Anyway, to answer your question, I’m here because our contract is binding. Whether you like it or not, I’m here to look out for your best interests.

STRICK: Since fucking when have you given a shit about my best interests?

TONY: Since, like, forever! You’d be on the streets right now if not for my intervention! I’ve been trying to help you since the start.

Strick lights up another smoke which makes Lenin take another step back and crinkle his nose.

STRICK: Well you helped me. Congratulations. You’re a true humanitarian. Now, just be done with it.

TONY: You’re a long way from being done. No. I mean, we’re a long way from being done.

Strick tries to take a step towards Tony, but again Lenin steps in the way. Lenin puts a firm hand into Strick’s chest and ushers him backwards a step.

LENIN: Give him space and please extinguish the cigarette.

Strick looks down at Lenin’s large hand in his chest and then glares back up into Lenin’s eyes.

STRICK: Didn’t we just have this conversation?

Strick exhales in Lenin’s general direction. Lenin dodges the smoke and lets out a small “i’ve got the black lung, Pop” style cough.

LENIN: That’s...Not necessary.

Strick is about to ash on Lenin when Lenin swats the cigarette out of his hand and immediately puts Strick into an arm lock. Strick attacks Lenin’s grip, but finds himself trapped.

LENIN: Again, not necessary. I don’t like this any more than you do.

While Strick struggles, Tony gets in close and speaks almost directly into Strick’s ear while Lenin wrestles him in place.

TONY: It’s not so fun when someone manhandles you, is it? I don’t want us to be like this. We had a good thing going. I got you out of the gutter. I bought you gifts. I want the best for you. You just need to come back.

Strick struggles and finally breaks free from Lenin’s grip. Strick separates himself and shakes his head.

STRICK: You and me? It’s done. This big guy here? Roughing me up? It’s the physical manifestation of what you’ve been putting me through for weeks now. It’s a good goddamn thing you’ve got him here to protect you Tony. It’s a good goddamn thing.

TONY: You need to be reasonable. This isn’t us. It was never us. You quit me, but I just can’t quit you. Please Strick.

LENIN: Tony means well, Strick.

STRICK: Your ogre is much more personable than you are. Gonna fuck with his head next? That your plan? Hmmm?

TONY: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Strick. I’m the Dr. Phil in this situation. I just want you to get excited about your life!

Lenin shakes his head and softly utters...

LENIN: He’s not a real doctor.

STRICK: Y’all are some fuckin’ kinda weird.

TONY: Then, let me be your Oprah.

STRICK: We’re done. Tony. Done. D. O. N. E. Get it? Just… Leave me the fuck alone.

Strick backs off and finally turns his back and walks down the hallway. Lenin watches as he goes and turns to Tony.

LENIN: He seems very frustrated.

TONY: He’s a good guy, despite the smoke and, well, strangling.

LENIN: Perhaps he simply needs time? Eventually he will come around?

TONY: Maybe. We’ll see.

Tony and Lenin watch Strick depart around the corner, and the camera switches to a different scene.

CAMERA SWITCH, OUTSIDE THE ARENA...

The scene opens up just outside the entrance to the Mississippi Coliseum where Kelsey Spencer, decked out in her wrestling gear, is slowly pacing back and forth, as though she is waiting on someone - her fingers interlocked, drumming on the back of her hands as she murmurs something inaudible to herself.

After a few more moments Kelsey’s tag partner Annabel Lee appears, striding purposefully up the path toward the entrance with her gym bag over one shoulder. Annabel is still in her street clothes which amounts to a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a brand new “Air Az” t-shirt in support of her boyfriend who wrestles for a different company. As she steps into the shadow of the building she pushes her sunglasses up onto her head in front of her ponytail.

ANNABEL LEE: Hey! I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me!

KELSEY SPENCER: No wait’s too long for you, buddy! It's good to see you again!

Annabel beams a smile at her partner and adjusts her bag on her shoulder.

ANNABEL LEE: How are you? Ready for tonight?

Kelsey’s attitude shifts from peppy and cheery to nervous and concerned. She slouches where she stands, rolling her shoulders forward and burying her hands in her pockets.

KELSEY SPENCER: As ready as I'll ever be. We've really got our work cut out for us tonight, my friend.

Annabel’s smile never wavers as she nudges her partner’s arm with her elbow.

ANNABEL LEE: Strick and Johnny Raike are some tough opponents, that’s for sure. But remember what we talked about! Mikhail and Adam were tough too, and look what we did! Don’t listen to what everyone else says, listen to what the voice inside says. The one that said we were gonna take out our opponents last week!

Kelsey places her hand on Annabel’s shoulder, cocking her head and flashing a smile.

KELSEY SPENCER: And you know what comes next, don't you? A shot at Bad Moon Rising to become… the PAW Tag Team Champions!

Annabel’s smile somehow gets even brighter at the prospect and she bounces up and down a few times on her toes in excitement.

ANNABEL LEE: We would look so great there together on PAW’s webpage! Can you imagine actually having someone smile up there?!

KELSEY SPENCER: It would be a dream come true!

She removed her hand from Annabel’s shoulder, placing it by her side. Her smile vanished, with her tone becoming serious.

KELSEY SPENCER: But we’ve got a long way to go before Bad Moon Rising, don't forget. It's our toughest test - our toughest challenge - let's stay smart, and not get too far ahead of ourselves.

ANNABEL LEE: Absolutely. We’ve gotta take everything one step at a time. The first step was Mikhail and Adam Wolfe. The second step is tonight, Strick and Johnny Raike. They’re both really, really good. I’ve watched loads of their matches. I think that they’re making the same mistake as Mikhail and Adam did though. They’re underestimating us.

KELSEY SPENCER: You're right, they're both incredibly talented… But so are we! Underestimating the two of us is a mistake that everyone seems to keep repeating, everyone continues to doubt us and our ability to get it done.

Kelsey turns to head inside.

KELSEY SPENCER: What do you say we put those doubts to rest for good tonight?

Satisfied with the up-turn in Kelsey’s confidence, Annabel gives a sage nod.

ANNABEL LEE: Darn right! And we’re going to be prepared for anything. No one is going to sneak up on us again like last time.

Kelsey snaps her fingers.

KELSEY SPENCER: That's another thing we’ve gotta deal with down the line… We’ve gotta stay on our toes; it's gonna get harder for us from here on out.

ANNABEL LEE: Hey Kelsey, you know that no matter what happens tonight, I’m super happy you’re my tag partner, right?

KELSEY SPENCER: I know. And trust me, there's no-one else I'd rather be teaming with!

Annabel’s smile turns sly as she tries to keep a straight face.

ANNABEL LEE: You’re the best tag partner I’ve ever had!

The two burst into a fit of giggles at the joke as the recording fades.

PAW Tag Team Championship Turmoil (Qualifier)
Tag Match
The Lost versus The French Mime Assassins

PERCY: Tony Chu is trying to get Strick back into the fold, but doesn't look like Plissken is too keen on that idea.

CAT: He needs to get his head out of his ass! Tony Chu is an agent to the stars, Percy! No representation is as bad as misrepresentation, I mean, shit, how do you think I ended up here?

PERCY: Jeez, Cat. You sure do know what to say and when to say it. I'm surprised you're even still here.

CAT: That's what I'm saying, man. I didn't have the representation I needed to get me a better gig, but I had just enough representation to keep me in this place. Strick needs all the help he can get.

Percy just shakes his head, and turns to address the camera, ignoring his co-host.

PERCY: Well, The Lost are already in the ring. I'm a little surprised there wasn't more of an entrance for these two considering the hype they brought with them into the fed, but I guess that's the point. Tyler McCollum has went through quite the changes.

CAT: Damn right. Dude used to be hot.

PERCY: Hush, Cat! Rhonda's ready to spit this ish.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is the opening bout of the evening, and is a PAW Tag Team Championship Qualifier match for Bad Moon Rising!! In the ring at this time, weighting in at 502 pounds, RYAN AND MASON McCOLLUM....THE LOST!!

The fans let out a mingled reaction, mostly negative or bored, when "La Marseillaise" blares through the arena. First through the curtain is Francis Ford Cuppola, a confident smirk spread over his face with his patented Director's Mic in his hand. He turns to usher Rodney P out onto the stage, and the wiry man obliges, still seeming to be in disbelief that he's back in this role so soon. The two men stand there for a moment having a conversation that is sure to be ridiculous considering the source, and then the French Mime Assassins burst right between the two men, stalking down to the ring in unison.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And their opponents, being led to the ring...err...well...followed to the ring by their manager, Francis Ford Cuppola, and his assistant, Rodney P, weighting in at a combined weight of 240 pounds, they are COMME CI and COMME CA....THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!!

The Mimes continue down the ramp at the same pace, pausing occasionally to fake mime a high five to a fan, or to offer a handshake that is promptly withdrawn in an arrogant fashion. When they make it to the ring apron, they bluster their way into the ring, making extravagant gestures to the fans, and miming insults. Francis and Rodney take up a spot near the Mime's corner, but Francis appears to not appreciate this vantage point, and demands that Rodney find him something to stand on. Rodney, exasperated, hands a fan a fifty dollar bill for their folding chair, and sets it up for Francis, who climbs up shakily, and then gives his go ahead to A-Ref to start the match. The masked referee stares at Francis dumbly, and shakes his head, before looking over at the time keeper and signaling for the bell.

PERCY: Well, this one is underway, and as usual, Francis isn't really sure what's going on. He's already trying to call an audible with his bullhorn. Doesn't he get that this is a wrestling match?

CAT: I don't think he gets that this is a real show, Percy. He thinks this is some sort of movie set, or something.

The Mimes pay Francis no attention as Comme Ci retreats to their corner, and Comme Ca starts to circle the ring with Ryan McCollum. The two combatants lock up, and immediately Comme Ca drives a knee into the bread basket of McCollum doubling him over. The Mime delivers a pointy elbow down across the back of McCollum's neck, and then gets a handful of hair and rushes him head first into the top turnbuckle of the neutral corner. Spinning the man around, Comme Ca makes a 'Shush' mime by holding his finger to his lips. The fans grow quiet as he takes a step back, and then winds up before driving home a thunderous chop. The fans cringe along with their 'Wooo' as Comme Ca drives in another, and another.

PERCY: Jesus, Ryan's chest is blistering.

CAT: Apparently those white gloves the Mime's wear are made for knife edge chops, Percy.

Comme Ca snap mares McCollum out of the corner, and and he ends up in a seated position a little farther out into the ring. The Mime quickly hops up to the second rope, holds his elbow up, and then falls forwards, driving the pointy end straight down into the back of Ryan's head. McCollum grabs at his skull, as Comme Ca holds him down to the mat for a cover.

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PERCY: Kick out at one by McCollum, and Comme Ca wasting no time getting him up to his feet and pushing him back into the Mime's corner.

CAT: These two might be creepy as hell, but they sure do know how to tag team wrestle.

The Mime's make a tag, and when Comme Ci comes into the ring Comme Ca doesn't immediately leave. Instead, they pull Ryan out to the center of the ropes, and whip him hard to the opposite side. Once he rebounds the mimes catch him with a double hip toss, followed immediately by leaping elbow drops. Comme Ca rolls to the outside after the impact, while the other Mime makes for the cover.

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PERCY: Kick Out! The Mimes showing great tag team maneuvers there. Ryan McCollum needs to get some momentum going, or his team's going down quick.

Ryan reaches out for his brother as Comme Ci jerks him to his feet, but all he receives for his effort is a stiff fist to his face, which sends him stumbling back into the neutral corner. Comme Ci follows him in, delivering a few short front kicks to the man's midsection which double him over. He snatches Ryan up in a headlock, and then charges out of the ring with McCollum in tow, before leaping and driving him face first into the mat with a bulldog. He doesn't even bother going for a cover before he's back on his feet, tagging in his partner, Comme Ca, who is already climbing to the top turnbuckle of their corner. Once perched, he dives off with a flying elbow drop that catches Ryan right across the back of his head. Comme Ci exits the ring, while Comme Ca rolls Ryan over to make a cover.

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PERCY: THRE-OH! Mason McCollum with a boot to the back of the Mime's head to break the count, and he's trying to man handle the man!

CAT: Yeah, but here comes the other one, and now all four men are in the ring! They're double teaming Mason back into his own corner!

PERCY: Maybe so, but Mason bought Ryan enough time to get to his feet behind the Mimes.....here he comes with a full head of steam. OH! THE MIMES MOVED! RYAN McCOLLUM JUST BLASTED HIS OWN BROTHER WITH A BIG SPLASH! Ryan stumbling back in surprise, and The Mimes just slipped in on either side of him.....DOUBLE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Wait...what are they doing now?

CAT: Looks like they are going to make Mason McCollum cry timber.

The Mimes grab a groggy Mason from his corner, and pull him out just enough before letting him go and giving him a little shove for good measure. Mason falls forwards, and when he does, his head falls right down onto Ryan McCollum's crotch. The fans go wild as Ryan bounces around the ring on his back clutching at his nether regions in pain, while the Mimes stomp at Mason until they get him pushed out of the ring. Ryan is all but compromised as Comme Ci pulls him up, and hooks him around the waist from behind, while Comme Ca runs past them to bounce off the ropes before leaving his feet with a spin wheel kick. Just as the kick catches Ryan in the face, Comme Ci takes him over into a German suplex with a bridge for the pin.

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3!!!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here are your winners by pinfall, and the team that will go on to participate for the PAW Tag Team Championships at Bad Moon Rising.....THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!

PERCY: I can't believe it! Ryan McCollum never even got a chance to make one tag in this match! It was all Assassins!

CAT: Yeah, these Mimes just keep getting more focused every time they are in the ring. That Francis must be really whipping them into shape to take home those PAW Tag Team Championships.

PERCY: Yeah, I think that maybe Rodney P has more to do with that than Cuppola. Although, you'd think that he was the one who just wrestled the match the way that he's celebrating on the outside of the ring.

CAT: I noticed that too. I'm pretty sure I saw Rodney having to explain to Francis what just happened here. Now that he understands, he's the picture of ecstatic.

PERCY: I can think of a few other pictures that Francis reminds me of, but we don't have that kind of time. Folks, we've got more PAW action on it's way. Stay tuned!

The scene opens up as The BombTrax are being ushered by 4Loco and his security team, through what looks like the Dock area of The Mississippi Colosseum. Both men have their ring bags slung over their shoulders, and dejected looks on their faces as they trudge towards the service door that will take them outside of the arena.

PRESS: Come on, Loco. This is bullshit. We didn't even do anything out there, and we could have. Ava and Johnny Sykes are only alive right now because of that sniveling bastard Calvin Harris. They got a pass because we knew it wasn't their fault.

YOUTH: Yeah, man, c'mon. Does Lady Munin know about this?

4Loco snorts, and shakes his head as the two men fire off their complaints.

4LOCO: Lady Munin can't afford to have her Main Event at Bad Moon Rising be compromised by what you two guys might end up doing here tonight. In the first thirty minutes of this show, you two already kicked Mercy & Sin's teeth in, created an impromptu match in the ring, and then started a riot out on the ramp way. We just can't have that kind of stuff tonight, not when in two weeks the stakes are so high.

The BombTrax come to a stop as they reach the door, and turn to look 4 Loco in the eyes.

PRESS: And Lady Munin said all that?

4Loco shakes his head, exasperated, placing his hands on his hips.

4LOCO: Not exactly, but Todd Reid did.

YOUTH: Who the fuck is Todd Reid?

4LOCO: He's PAW's new lawyer, and has vested power to make decisions for the fed that he deems could be of a legal nature.

Press' face goes dark, but Youth interjecta quickly before things can get any worse.

YOUTH: Hey, look, we don't want any trouble. If that's what management wants, then that's what we'll do.

PRESS: We will?

YOUTH: Yeah, big man, we will. I think I saw a Waffle House just down the road. Let's get some grub, and head back home to New Orleans.

Press stares at Youth with an incredulous glance, but then he spots something in his energetic partners eyes. A smile creeps onto his face, and he nods, opening the door that leads into the parking lot.

PRESS: Yeah, Waffle House. Right.

The BombTrax disappear through the door as 4Loco watches them go, knowing full well that there was probably going to be trouble tonight despite their departure. He shakes his head, and then spins on his security guys.

4LOCO: Double the posts on all entrances! Make sure those two don't cause anymore trouble, comprende?

The men all nod, and scatter in different directions as 4Loco paces in front of this particular entrance. He shakes his head, and rubs his temples as the scene cuts to another area of the arena.

CAMERA SWITCH, ELSEWHERE IN THE BUILDING...

Aokigahara Zombie stalks through one of the hallways in the Mississippi Coliseum, already dressed for action, and slurping from a straw leading down to an iced coffee he cradles in his hand covetously. He reaches the intersection that will take him back to his dressing room, and just as he rounds the corner, another person comes around the other side, and the two collide with one another in an explosion of coffee and surprise. Aoki looks up, just about to say something, when his eyes pop wide at seeing who it was that bumped into him. The camera swings around, and 'The Distinguished' CJ O'Donnell stares balefully back at Zombie, his clothes covered in a sugary brown liquid. His nostrils flare, and his jaw sets, and he lets out a string of curse words as he launches himself at 'The Martyr'.

O'Donnell catches Zombie in the midsection with a spear that doesn't take him off his feet, but drives him hard into the far wall. Aoki accepts the hit with a grunt, and immediately reacts by driving his elbow down into the back of O'Donnell's head. O'Donnell snaps his head up suddenly, catching Zombie right under the jaw with the back of his skull, putting a stop to the vicious elbows. The two men separate for a second in that moment, both holding different parts of their heads. When their eyes meet, a spark can almost be seen transferring between them, and they launch at each other once again, exchanging right hands like pistons. The cameraman, unsure of which direction the two men are going to go, get's a little too close, and a stray elbow catches the camera, sending it skittering across the hall until it comes to an abrupt halt, then a static feed, and then back to ringside.

PAW Tag Team Championship Turmoil (Qualifier)
Tag Match
Annabel Lee & Kelsey Spencer versus Strick Plissken & Johnny Raike

PERCY: MY GOD! Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O'Donnell are trying to kill one another before they even make it to the ring later on in our Main Event, and 4Loco and Security are tied up with The BombTrax!

CAT: Dang. Sucks to be 4Loco tonight, but who cares. Our next match is ready to start!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following match is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall or submission. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of two-hundred and forty-five pounds, KELSEY SPENCER! And ANNABEL LEE!”

“First World Anarchists” by the Dollyrots hits the sound system as Kelsey Spencer bursts from the curtain, brimming with energy. She’s bounces on the balls of her feet, all smiles as she waits for her partner.

“Best Day of my Life” by American Authors hits as Annabel Lee appears on the stage, wearing a smile every bit as energetic a her tag team partner. The women nod to one another as they head down the ramp, giving out high fives to as many fans as they can along the way. The girls enter the ring and begin getting checked for foreign objects by A-Ref.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the opponents, weighing in tonight at “Near twice the weight of them, that’s the salient point, STRICK PLISSKEN! And JOHNNY RAIKE!”

“Long Johns” by the Lords of Acid beats over the P.A. as Johnny Raike thrusts forth from the curtain, lights glinting off his vinyl coat and Titan of the Midway championship belt, sparkling off his skirt as well. Johnny gives a bright eyed smile to the women in the ring, melting into a smirk of confidence as saunters down to the ring. He stops to take a photo with a teen girl in a “Freak” t-shirt, before climbing into the ring and lazing against the ring post, awaiting his partner.

The arena is buzzing 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.

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 conferences with Johnny for a moment as A-Ref checks him out, though Stick is clearly not cool with it. On the other side of the ring Annabel Lee give Kelsey Spencer a high five as she takes her spot on the apron, staring across the ring at Strick Plissken, starting as active man.

PERCY: Looks like we’ve got the veteran Kelsey Spencer starting off against the rookie Stick Plisskin. Interesting strategy on boys side .

CAT: Men don’t think things through Percy, if they did you wouldn’t owe me twenty dollars.

PERCY: I owe you no such thing.

Strick moves quickly to close with Spencer, throwing a kick that Kelsey easily backs away from. The follow up hook also fails to land, sending Spencer back further. Feeling a corner Plissken shoots in, but Lee drops down and tackles the leg, sending Strick ungainly tumbling into the corner. Kelsey lays in a kick to the midsection as she tags in Annabel Lee, who is quick to echo the strike. Lee tags out to Spencer again, who backs away from the corner to get a head of steam and charges into the corner with a cross body. Strick lets out a gust of breath as Spencer rolls back from the attack, charging in again only to eat a quick knee to the face.

PERCY: Plissken gets that knee up, a simple but effective counter.

CAT: He certainly seems to have the simple part down. I mean, riding a motorcycle without a helmet?

Strick follows Kelsey out of the corner and lays a few clubbing blows to her back and shoulders. Each blow pushes Spencer further from her corner, but the veteran wrestler keeps her feet and rolls with the last blow, popping up to jump to the bottom rope and countering Plissken with a flying back elbow.

PERCY: Kelsey Spencer keeping the heat on Strick Plissken. But will it be enough to overcome the raw size difference.

CAT: We don’t even know what that difference is, Raike is being all prima donna and not announcing his weight again. And he stopped giving out cards without ever giving me one.

PERCY: Can’t imagine why not.

Spencer turns to face Plissken just as he throws a huge right hand, but the blow is easily ducked, and Kelsey rises back up to nail a standing drop kick to Plisskens chest. The bigger man staggers back toward the Lee/Spencer corner, but avoids being driven to the corner until Blue Thunder catches him with a headscissors and tosses him to the corner. Lee excitedly jumps up to the midrope and reaches out, asking for the tag from Spencer, which she receives. Annabel and Kelsey begin throwing striking combos at Strick, while from his corner Johnny yells at A-Ref to get Kelsey out of there.

CAT: Raike seems like he’s already worried. Wonder how he feels about getting paired up with the rookie now?

PERCY: He seems to care enough to yell at the ref.

A-Ref does indeed instruct Spencer to leave the ring, issuing a three count before she exits. Kelsey yells encouragement to Annabel from the apron, getting the crowd to join her in a slow progressive clap. Lee smiles from the attention and gives a big smile to the crowd, before laying in a chop to Plissken. The PAW crowd “Woo’s” along, much to Annabel’s obvious delight. The next one, however, finds Strick’s arms rather than chest as the former armed forces member blocks, then throws a clothesline that all but twists Annabel inside out. Plissken follows her to the mat and begins a ground and pound, using his larger frame to keep Lee from escaping as he throws hooks. A-Ref is on him after a moment to let her up, but Strick waves the man off and grabs Annabel by the head, bouncing it off the mat. A-Ref is back on him again, and Strick looks like he might start in on the official, but Johnny is leaning over the ring yelling for Strick to “lay off her, for fuck sake!”

PERCY: Not sure how much Plissken is going to like being told what to do by his tag team partner, but it does seem like he’s listening.

CAT: Military man, perhaps he’s just used to taking orders. Mind, I doubt anyone in the military looked like that.

Plissken returns to his feet, bringing Lee with him, repaying her earlier chop with one of his own. The crowd woo’s once more, though not as loudly as for the ladies. Strick follows up with another, pushing Lee back against the ropes, before getting a head of steam and charging in with another clothesline. Lee, at the last moment, ducks down and pulls the top rope, sending Plissken tumbling to the ground. Lee takes a moment to gather herself, turning to point at Kelsey, who points back as the crowd shows their appreciation. The cheers are abruptly cut off though as Plissken, having hauled himself up by the ring apron, grabs the legs of a turning Annabel Lee and pulls her vertical base out from under her. Strick pulls Lee out of the ring and body slams her to the hard ringside, climbs to the apron, and comes down hard Lee with an elbow drop.

PERCY: And Plissken has turned a potentially terrible situation for himself into the upper hand, really laying into Lee on the outside.

CAT: Wouldn’t call it the upper hand just yet, Percy, that elbow drop has to have hurt him some too.

Indeed, both competitors are down, with A-Ref issuing a three count before Plissken starts to move. He is followed not long after by Lee, each making it to the ring as their partners try to rally the crowd. The PAW fans split pretty evenly, dueling chants of “Let’s go Plissken/Ann-a-bel.” Plissken grabs Lee and sends her to his corner, charging in with a shoulder block just as Lee rolls to the side. Quick as a flash Raike tags in, leaps up to the top rope and nails Annabel Lee with a missile dropkick just as she pushes herself off the rope.

PERCY: Annabel Lee, going down hard from that drop kick, and here comes Raike!

CAT: You would say she goes down hard. That’s sexist!

The Sissyboy Savior pops up and throws out his arms as if to hug the world, drawing a mixed reaction from the bipartisan PAW crowd. Lee uses the moment to push herself to a knee, unfortunately leaving herself in perfect position for a baby Ace Crusher. Raike rolls Lee into a cover.

1…

2…

PERCY: Kickout! Annabel Lee has taken some punishment here, but still out at two.

CAT: Raike should have hooked the leg. He’s either trying to show off, or he’s just making rookie mistakes. Either way, rookie mistake.

Raike, for his part, seems unphased at the kick out, back rolling to his feet and stalking Lee as she rises. A kick to the back pitches the smaller woman forward before she can become steady on her feet again, sending her bouncing into the ropes and backward into a Johnny Raike schoolboy rollup.

1…

2…

PERCY: Kickout! Lee once again out at two.

CAT: It’s like Raike doesn’t get that he hasn’t hit her enough to put her away.

PERCY: Judging on Raike’s lack of reaction to that kickout, I think he might just be trying to wear her down.

Percy’s supposition is the correct one, as Raike takes advantage of his position to roll himself and Lee onto their sides and locking in a sleeper hold, wrapping his legs around her waist in a body scissors. Kelsey screams for Lee to fight, stomping the apron to rally her partner. The crowd gets behind Lee, clapping and stomping along as she tries to fight Raike off. The color rises to Annabel’s cheeks, but the hold begins to take it’s toll and slowly Lee stops moving. A-Ref comes to check, lifting the arm and letting it fall. A-Ref picks up the arm again, but before he can let it fall Kelsey Spencer enters the ring to stomps hard on the midback of Raike, breaking the hold. A-Ref tries to order her back out, but Raike rises up with a chop. Spencer grimaces but throws a chop of her own. Raike responds with a kick to the midsection, and lifts Spencer up for a snap suplex, but Lee throws an axe handle to his knee allowing Kelsey to escape. The ladies team on up Raike, seemingly immune to the warnings of A-Ref, raining kicks and strikes on the Beautiful Nightmare. Plissken enters the fray to even the odds and the ring explodes in a flurry of action.

PERCY: Plissken trying to take some of the heat off Raike, but Lee and Spencer turning on him as one, and they are lighting him up.

CAT: So much for that size advantage they bragged about, huh?

After wearing Plissken down with a series of chops, the female competitors each grab a side and deliver a big suplex to Strick. Raike rallies to help his partner, grabbing Spencer in a german suplex, but the vet counters out, lands on her feet and pushes Raike into a spinning heel kick from Lee. Raike staggers into the ropes, bounces, and eats a second kick.

PERCY: AnnaBELL ringer! Lee and Spencer really gelling as a team, they are taking it to the boys and the boys don’t know what to do.

CAT: That’s right, girl power! Though, I have to say, Raike is probably still the pretty one. Lee has a chubby face.

PERCY: So much for girl power.

Lee drops down for the cover, but A-Ref is too busy getting Spencer back to her corner. Raike isn’t moving as Lee lays there with the leg hooked. Finally, A-Ref sees her and drops to make the count.

1…

2…

Plissken with a knee to the temple!

PERCY: Strick saves Raike, and this match continues!

CAT: Speaking of things continuing, check out that ruckus in the crowd, looks like tweedle-dum and tweedle-dumber are back.

A gap opens in the crowd and CJ O’Donnell comes tumbling over the guardrail, followed by Aokigahara Zombie. O’Donnell crawls toward the ring steps, kicks and clubs being delivered by Zombie the whole time. O’Donnell pushes himself up, and throws a hand back at Zombie. Zombie returns the punch and suddenly a barrage of punches explode between the two, neither man willing to give ground. In the ring Annabel, Kelsey, and Strick seem confused, though Lee and Spencer spot the opportunity and take Plissken down with a double Russian Leg Sweep. The ladies then move to yell at O’Donnell and Zombie, not that either of them seem to notice. The girls lean over to try and get the interlopers attention, but don’t notice Johnny Raike returning to his feet. The Thigh High Thriller looks from the girls, to the pair at ringside, and smiles. Raike backs into the ropes for some extra speed, charges, and pushes both girls over the ropes to the floor, where they land among CJ and Zombie. Raike begins to clap his hands, hits the ropes again and takes a huge suicide dive onto all four people.

PERCY: Holy shit! Raike diving into the pile of bodies at ringside, and now five people are in a tangled heap on the outside!

CAT: This could be a big moment, but there’s no one to capitalize. Strick is the only one not currently looking like road pizza.

Plissken is indeed the only one still moving, getting back to standing and surveying the carnage at ringside. A-Ref is making a count, getting to six when Plissken exits the ring to bodily hoist Johnny back in. At eight Kelsey Spencer somehow makes it to the apron, rolling in at nine and stopping the count. Raike nods toward the ringpost to urge Strick back, tagging out the moment he can. Plissken climbs the ropes, fighting through the weariness of the match. He measures Spencer, leaps and comes crashing down with another elbow drop.

PERCY: Death from above!

CAT: Great move, cliche name.

PERCY: Got one better?

CAT: …

Plissken makes the cover.

1…

2…

Ropebreak! Annabel Lee, recovering just in time, pulls Kelsey Spencer’s leg under the rope. Zombie and O’Donnell have also begun to recover, with O’Donnell first to act, whipping Zombie up and over the ring barrier. The crowd parts once more as they fight through, disappearing to the back again. Back in the ring, Plissken drags Spencer to the middle of the ring and drops into another cover.

1…

2…

Kickout!

CAT: Too much time had gone by, and Spencer is a vet. Plissken needs to learn to think of ring positioning first, not second.

PERCY: May only have been a two count, but it does force Kelsey to throw two-hundred pounds of Uncle Sam trained muscle off her.

CAT: You getting paid to recruit?

Plissken stares down A-Ref, holding up three fingers. A-Ref shakes his head and disagrees, holding up to. Plissken, anger and frustration showing through, gets in A-Refs face, insisting on the three count. The words get more heated, and Johnny has no luck trying to get Strick to pay attention. The military man is thus caught completely unaware by the sweep from Spencer, being brought down to the mat. Spencer stays on Plissken, grabbing the legs and rolling back into a texas cloverleaf. Plissken grits his teeth, face turning red and sweat beading on his brow, but not allowing himself to scream.

PERCY: The Kelsey Cloverleaf, center of the ring. Plissken doesn’t want to give, but that placement is great.

Johnny Raike enters the ring, intent on breaking up the hold, but is caught by surprise from behind by Annabel Lee who scores with a rolling neck snap, followed up by a dropkick to put Raike on the mat. Plissken fights his way onto his arms, pushing up to relieve the pressure, as A-Ref orders Lee back to her corner. Push by push and inch by inch Plissken fights to the ropes for the break, which Kelsey grants at two.

PERCY: Spencer showing great sportsmanship.

CAT: Why does anyone ever release before four? It’s like leaving five bucks at the ATM because you want to be quick.

Plissken stays in the ropes to get back to standing, wiping sweat from his brow as he puts his hands up, throwing jabs to keep Kelsey on her toes. He shoots in and picks Spencer up, before planting her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Plissken stumbles, half punch drunk, to the corner to tag in Johnny Raike. The Party Queen of Queens enters the ring and crouches down, stalking Kelsey from behind. Kelsey turns as she’s rising, causing Johnny to circle around behind her, and right into a right hand from Annabel Lee. Raike stops, slowly turns to Lee and stares daggers at her. The rookie shrivels under the look, as Raike stalks forward. From behind him Spencer charges, but Raike side steps and instead it’s Lee who eats the clothesline. Kelsey immediately stops as Annabel falls off the apron, covering her mouth in wide-eyed surprise. Raike takes the moment to toss her to his corner, and charges in with a huge Yakuza kick, snapping Spencer’s neck back and causing her to melt into a seated position. Raike calls for Strick to enter the ring, signaling that he wants his partner to get her in the air. Raike, with some effort, brings himself to the top rope as Plissken gets Kelsey into a powerbomb position.

PERCY: Unless I miss my guess, Raike and Plissken are going for the Crow’s Wing which, according to my notes, they are tentatively calling “Get the fuck outta here”

CAT: That’s stupid.

PERCY: Your objection is noted.

Plissken turns around with Kelsey up on his chest, and Johnny makes the leap, hooking her around the head for a side effect while Plissken continues on with the Powerbomb.

PERCY: WOW! That's what I call innovative!

CAT: And Effective!

Raike drops for the cover on Kelsey's crumbled body, as Annabel slides into the ring. Strick is there, however, to cut her off as A-Ref makes the count.

1...

2...

3!!!

Raike comes up to his knee's as Strick joins him with a pat on his shoulder, while Annabel quick crawls over to Kelsey to check on her friend.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this match, and qualifying for the PAW Tag Team Championship match at Bad Moon Rising......STRICK PLISSKEN AND JOHNNY RAIKE!

PERCY: Well, it looks like Straike is going to be moving on to whatever Munin has planned at Bad Moon Rising. You know what this means don't you?

CAT: What?

PERCY: Johnny Raike will be pulling double duty at the event. Once for the tag titles, and again to defend his Titans of the Midway Championship. Those could be some slim odds for the Thigh High Thriller.

CAT: Yeah, but if anyone can pull it out it's Johnny Raike.

Raike and Plissken continue to celebrate in the ring, while Annabel manages to help Kelsey up the ramp. They look heartbroken over the defeat, but there are still cheers from the fans for the dynamic duo. The camera focuses once more on a victorious Strick and Johnny, before cutting to the backstage area.

Cameras found themselves cutting to a very dark part of the Mississippi Coliseum. There weren’t any fans around but that’s when a familiar face could be seen. Dressed in his usual attire an all black suit looking as sharp as ever was the man known as The Martyr, Calvin Harris. That half-cocked smirk of his was seen right away with his eyes making contact with the cameras. It wasn’t long before his mouth opened and he began to address the PAW Universe.

CALVIN HARRIS: The first shot with this war was fired several weeks ago when I laid your beloved PAW Heavyweight Champion out in the middle of the ring.

Those few words would have been the perfect opportunity for the fans to boo him. Unfortunately for them at this moment he wasn’t anywhere nearby to get that reaction. Therefore everyone was just going to have to listen to that high octane and sometimes nasally voice of his.

CALVIN HARRIS: It could be argued that I had some help that night. It could be argued that I didn’t lay waste to you on my own. It could be argued that had it not been for Jack Nomad and She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named being out there that night it wouldn’t have happened. Let people argue what they want. Let people bring whatever technicalities they want into the equation. Point is on that night I left you lying on your back. I fired the first shot and I let it be known that title was eventually coming home with me. In fact it’ll be coming home with me sooner than you actually think.

Calvin’s voice was so filled with confidence and pride that it was enough to make people’s stomach’s turn.

CALVIN HARRIS: Go figure though just two weeks later that tiny runt dropped the ball. She tucked her tail between her legs and quit. She left myself and Nomad out to dry. Which in return was a distraction to the badass that is Nomad and because it was a distraction that left me in a vulnerable position. That’s when you struck Press. You decided to get a little bit of revenge. You busted me wide open and left me lying in a heap after a pretty brutal powerbomb. Kudos to you, but the mistake you made is that you didn’t finish the job. The same mistake that Johnny Raike made. Which is why Johnny Raike is stuck at a mediocre level and why I passed him by to get the shot I have at your championship. You saw what happened when Raike couldn’t finish the job. That’s what is in your near future.

In each word that he was letting come out of his mouth, he was taking a couple steps forward. Forcing the cameras to work to keep up with him not wanting to miss anything he said. After all that was going to be a good reason for them to get their asses fired if they had missed out on something.

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s exactly why the last time you had any contact with me. You right along with that little bitch that follows you around everywhere you go got dealt with. You didn’t think I was smart enough to have an ace up my sleeve. You thought that just because some selfish bitch walked out on myself and Nomad that we couldn’t recover. You truly thought that it was all falling apart before it could begin. Course I proved you wrong when Cross turned out to be my ace. It made perfect sense to align with a man that hates you as much as I do. That’s why leaving you and Youth in a complete waste was so easy. You never saw it coming. Much like right here tonight you aren’t going to see what the three of us have in store for you. I plan on finishing what I started. You’re likely not even going to make it to Bad Moon Rising.

Again that confidence was escaping his mouth while shaking his head from side to side.

CALVIN HARRIS: However, let’s just go out on a limb here. Let’s just say that somehow you end up surviving what the three of us have planned and therefore our scheduled match at Bad Moon Rising takes place. I’ve been thinking long and hard about that match. I’ve been thinking about how with all this hatred. With all this heat and this animosity towards one another. We can’t just go out there and have a wrestling match. That’s stupid. We want to hurt each other. There’d be no wrestling involved. Not to mention I already know that you’re going to go whining and complaining to Lady Munin about how unfair it is that I’ve got Cross and Nomad. You’re going to discredit my abilities and point out some stupid shit like I need them to win. You’re going to try to do every little thing you can to get them banned from ringside. Because that’s the type of bitch that you are.

One thing that the fans had come to learn about Calvin was the fact that he was a man that would hit below the belt anyway that he could. He didn’t care how far he had to go and he didn’t care what came out of his mouth. As long as it was something that gave him some type of upperhand he would go for it.

CALVIN HARRIS: All the respect in the world to Cross and Nomad. I don’t need them to win the PAW Championship. I don’t need them to give me any type of advantage at all. Sure, I need them to have my back when it’s needed the most but other than that I don’t need them to get me what I deserve. However the same can’t be said for you, Press. Everywhere you go Youth is there to follow. Every fight you’re involved in Youth has to jump in. Every time you’ve got something to say Youth has to add his two cents in. You are the PAW Champion, but the way he walks around here. It’s like he believes he’s the champion as well. I swear to god Press, if you ever stopped short in walking. Youth would go so far up your ass, he could taste what you had for breakfast a year prior to the date!

His lips were curled into a smirk seemingly thinking he was witty with his remark. Calvin found himself stopping at that moment with some type of large structure behind him. There was this all black tarp hanging over whatever this gigantic thing was. That was something that was going to become more of focus than anything else.

CALVIN HARRIS: Simply put Press, I don’t trust you and I don’t trust your shadow that follows you. I know the moment that it becomes clear that I’ve got you beaten in the middle of the ring for that PAW Championship. Youth is going to stick his scrawny little ass in business that’s none of my concern which is going to cost me the championship. Because let’s call it like it is Press. You know it. I know it. The entire PAW Universe knows it. You can’t defeat me on your own. Therefore I’d like to make a special challenge to you. A challenge that will please you because you don’t have to worry about Cross and Nomad getting involved. Not that they would have been in the first place. And a challenge that’s going to please me because I know I’m going to have a fair chance at becoming the PAW Champion. Something I said would happen the very first day I signed a contract with PAW!

That comment was filled with ego. Yet that comment also turned out to be Calvin’s cue as he reached behind him grabbing the tarp. In a single tug on the tarp it fell down to reveal that the gigantic structure behind him turned out to be a Steel Cage. Calvin turned to look at it for a second. Almost like he was admiring it in a way only to bring his attention back to the cameras.

CALVIN HARRIS: What you see here right before your very eyes is a Steel Cage. That means that the two of us are going to be locked inside. It’s just you and I. One on one with no one else around. However in the history of wrestling when people want in a cage bad enough. They find a way and I’m sure that’s the first thing that’s going to come out of your mouth, which is exactly why I have taken the liberty to see to it that this isn’t just your regular steel cage match. In fact this steel cage is something special. Something that hasn’t been seen in wrestling in a long time. As well as something that’s never been seen in Pure Amusement Wrestling. This steel cage is ... AN ELECTRIC STEEL CAGE!

On that note the entire cage lit up in which the electrical current could be seen plain as day. At this point there was only one thing that was running through the mind of the PAW Universe. That thing being had the Martyr lost his mind? This was something that could get someone killed. Yet he smirked as if this was his greatest thing he had ever done in his career thus far.

CALVIN HARRIS: This entire cage is made up of electrical wiring which as soon as any contact is made with this cage. It’s going to send an electrical current of about fifty watts straight through your body. It’s enough shock to slow your heart rate. It’s enough of a shock to cause you to stop breathing for a period a time. It’s also enough of a shock that if you’re constantly coming in contact with the cage. It could quite possibly end up killing you in the middle of the ring, but you see that’s chance I am willing to risk. I hate you that much that I am willing to put my own career on the line, just to end yours and to take home the PAW Championship. That being said I just have one question for you, Press...

Calvin found himself stepping towards the cameras. Getting so close that the only focus was his eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Do you have the BALLS to accept my challenge?!

That single question seemed to echo throughout the area that he stood. It was going to echo throughout the minds of the fans. It would even echo throughout the minds of the PAW Champion himself. Something that Calvin would want, but now the question at hand was what would happen. Calvin’s eyes were the only focus for a couple of seconds before the cameras had the cue to cut away back to the announcer’s booth leaving the entire PAW Universe in a buzz.

MEANWHILE, IN THE PAW CONTROL ROOM

Munin doesn't bother to look at Ji as her eyes continue to scan the monitor, constantly roving across both back stage and ring side camera views. She and her assistant had just heard Calvin Harris proclamation, and now she was looking for the trouble that would probably come from it.

LADY MUNIN: Ji where are The BomTrax?

Ji fidgets slightly at the question, and for a moment he seems unwilling to answer...but the moment passes. He gives a resigned sigh with a what the hell shrug.

JI: 4Loco escorted them out of the building...

His calm voice holds a near dead pan sense of humor. Obviously a coping mechanism for what ever shenanigans were sure to result from the act. All that is left is to laugh at the joke. Lady Munin isn't laughing though, and to say her look was sharp, would be like saying dry ice is cold.

LADY MUNIN: Who...gave that order?

TODD REID: I did... It's what you are paying me for after all.

The droll voice comes from a gentleman in a perfectly tailored suite. Despite the slightly dark smudges under his eyes he was impeccably groomed without a hair out of place. Rather handsome in a classical business man sort of way. All he was really missing at the moment was the charm, as he pushes away from the door fram, entering the room with a frown.

TODD REID: Those men are a liability. Though let's be honest, every person on this roster is, but those two more than any other's. If I had my way they wouldn't be let back in after throwing a man off a roof.

In unison and without thought Ji and Lady Munin interrupt the irratble man.

LADY MUNIN & JI: The ambulance broke his fall.

The two look at each other unable to keep their lips from twitching. Todd looks on with slightly narrowed and exasperated eyes. He begins to speak, but is quickly cut off with a hard look from Lady Munin. When she speaks her tone is clearly unimpressed.

LADY MUNIN: That may be, but that isn't you're call, as I am the one paying you...

She trails off in thought for a moment. Thinking about the possible results caused by the lawyers options. Finally her lips twitch, and a wicked smiles spreads across her red lips.

LADY MUNIN: You sent the BombTrax home...Well let's see how that works out for you.

Ji bites his lip slightly at her words and general attitude.

JI: But..

Munin shakes her head with a smile still in place.

LADY MUNIN: No sense in closing the gate after the goats are out...or something like that.

Munin moves past Todd with a chuckle, and Ji is close on her heels.

LADY MUNIN: Welcome to PAW Mister Reid. You will have to let me know how your little order works out for you.

PAW Tag Team Championship Turmoil (Qualifier)
Tag Match
The Original Carnies versus Mikael & Adam Wolfe

PERCY: That certainly sounded like an ominous welcome to our new corporate lawyer. Quite frankly, I'm surprised we haven't had a lawyer before now anyways.

CAT: You big doof, who gives a shit about that! Did you not hear Calvin? ELECTRIFIED STEEL CAGE!! Oh my god, can you imagine it.....bodies burning....roasting flesh......boiling blood. OH, Iwanna, I wanna, I wanna!

PERCY: Jesus, Cat, get a hold of yourself. We've still got Tag action to commentate, and Rhonda's in the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, by way of the Creature Feature Odditorium... he weighs in at one hundred ninety pounds...

"Instant Major Felony" By The Goddamn Gallows hits and after the intro plays out RED?UM comes out from the back with a great big smile across his lips. In his hands he carries balloons and his curved clown horn. He darts around the entry way, seemingly out of his damn mind! He does a cartwheel on the ramp and scurries around the stage. He then smiles, laughs, and honks his horn as he scurries down towards the ring, his movements erratic and unpredictable.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: REEEDRUUUUMMM!

REDRUM runs and slides into the ring before chasing the referee around the ring wildly flailing his arms. The referee does a lap before jumping out of the ring. RED?UM laughs as he hops on the top rope and waves out to the crowd, laughing as he takes off his ring jacket and sits on the top rope and bounces, waiting to unleash his silly antics.

PERCY: Redrum issued a brutal statement earlier tonight in the parking lot, and apparently he's going this match alone. He thinks he can beat Mikael and Adam Wolfe by himself, somehow.

CAT: Well he just might unleash what he did to Nirvana on his opponents tonight, I think it's worth giving him the benefit of the doubt for now. If anything'll convince me to give a guy another chance, it's a bit of entertainment like that!

PERCY: So betraying an elder statesman of wrestling who not only trusted him but went out of his way to help him convinces you he can win two-on-one odds. Right. Of course it does.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And next, his opponent, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds... ADAM WOOOOLFE!

"Master of Puppets" by Metallica launches into its opening riff. Adam Wolfe charges down towards the ring, and when he's halfway down the guitar morphs itself into "Sign of an Open Eye by Gorgorath, the lights falling to black. 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. We can see now that Wolfe waits for him at ringside.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: His partner, weighing in at two hundred forty seven pounds, hailing from Sogn og Fjordane, Norway... MIKAAEEE--

Redrum wastes no time interrupting with a suicide dive to them both, knocking all three flat at ringside.

CAT: SEE! I TOLD YA!

Of course, the match hasn't even started and after a pause to unscramble knocked heads they're starting to move. Redrum makes his feet first, frantically aiming alternating kicks to both men. Mikael grabs Redrum by the leg and Wolfe rolls out of range, charging him from behind with a clubbing blow to the head. He grabs Redrum and rolls him in the ring and immediately starts laying in stomps as the bell finally rings. Mikael ascends the ring steps to a corner, shedding his vest and scarf. Redrum rolls to a neutral set of ropes and The Ref intervenes Wolfe's-- or Genocide's?-- stomping spree with a count. It gives Redrum the opportunity to get back to his feet and he immediately goes back on the attack, charging in and hitting a tilt-a-whirl hurricanrana on his referee-distracted opponent.

PERCY: Well, he is faring a little bit better than I anticipated at this, but it's early still.

Redrum's throwing mounted punches, but Wolfe starts firing back, maneuvering to his knees as it progresses to a punch-off. The crowd pops when Wolfe connects, and-- despite Redrum's usual merry likeable nature-- boos when he connects.

PERCY: This audience saw what happened earlier, and despite the clown stepping up to take on the odds, they're not too happy with him.

Wolfe answers with a heavy forearm now, knocking Redrum reeling, and quickly goes on the attack. He climbs to his feet and pulls Redrum up by the head and delivers a spinning elbow, knocking him right back down hard. He tags in Mikael, not having to bother to keep Redrum in their corner.

CAT: Whoo boy, here it comes.

Mikael goes right for Redrum, grabbing him as he regains enough to try to scramble away, grabbing him by the throat and planting him hard with a chokehold STO.

1...

2...

No, as much impact as the maneuver had, this is not over. Mikael climbs to his feet and doesn't wait for Redrum, grabbing him again and this time throwing him bodily across the ring to bounce off the turnbuckle and land in an ugly heap.

PERCY: Eeeh, what he did to Nirvana was bad, but this still isn't pleasant to watch.

The crowd agrees. Redrum fumbles back to his feet, only to get knocked right back down hard with a big boot. Mikael grabs Redrum around the waist and hauls him up and immediately over with a German suplex. He doesn't lose his grip, rolling to his feet and suplexing Redrum again. We think he's going for a third, but no-- he lifts him into a military press instead, slamming him with the Transcendence.

He still doesn't go for a pin. Rising again, he pulls Redrum and gets him in a standing headscissors, lifting him up into powerbomb position and backing up to his corner where Wolfe slaps his shoulder for the tag. Mikael plants Redrum yet again with the Supremacy powerbomb, then props him in the nearest corner and steps out of the ring. In comes Wolfe and the crowd cheers to see him back-- he nails Redrum with the Howler, then hauls him by a foot to the middle of the ring.

1...

2...

3!!!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of the match, ADAM WOLFE AND MIKAEL!

"Master of Puppets" begins, but before they can truly celebrate the victory, the music dims as a battered Nirvana steps out onto the stage with a microphone. Mikael and Wolfe's heads pivot to see the source of the interruption. Redrum manages to roll over and scramble to a rope, using it to try to haul himself upright, knowing the shit is about to hit the fan.

NIRVANA: I should have known better than to trust a damn clown. Clowns are nothing but circus freaks, and aren't like us real carnies. Besides, I've got the best tag partner that a person could have. Boris, GET THEM!

A fucking bear lumbers out onto the stage and immediately charges for the ring!

SCREAMING!

PERCY: WHAAA-- Boris is in the building, ladies and gentlemen!

The bear pulls up before he hits the apron starts clambering his way under the bottom rope, swiping at the humans with huge heavy paws as he does-- Mikael and Wolfe bail from the opposite side, and not willing to make a mad dash around half a goddamned bear for the ramp, they pick an exit through the crowd instead. Redrum runs around like a chicken with his head cut off, and just as he's about to make it out? Boris snags him by the seat of his tights.

CAT: OH SHH--

Redrum falls through the ropes missing his trunks and tries to cover up his 'Cotton Candy' Boxers. The crowd roars in laughter, and Boris stands on his hind legs and roars with Redrum's pants still in his mouth.

PERCY: Redrum just narrowly escaping disaster there, and Nirvana in the ring getting control of Boris! If Todd Reid has a problem with The BombTrax, what do you think he's going to think about this?

CAT: I don't know, Percy, but a fucking bear? PETA's going to sooo be on our ass over this.

PERCY: Hell, I don't even know what else to say about this. Let's just go to commercial break, and by the time we get back maybe things will have settled down.

Wednesday Nights at 10PM
- Season 01 - Episode 1 - now available on demand!

The scene opens up to the catering area for Pure Amusement Wrestling somewhere in the bowels of the Mississippi Coliseum. There are a few trays of food set out on tables along the far wall, and various tables spread out through the room. The PAW Enhancement talent sit at one of these tables, picking at the plates laid out before them. Suddenly, a ruckus can be heard from one of the hallways that converge on this one room, and their heads snap up to see what is going on. Just as 'Country Fine' James Radford stands up to inspect the noise, a body comes crashing through and onto one of the tables.

S.O.B.: Mother Fuc-

Before the surly black man can spit out the rest of his curse, another body comes rushing from the hallway out into plain view, a steel chair held high over his head. Just as he reaches the person on the table, he is met with a stiff boot to his midsection, causing him to drop the chair, and double over in pain. Now, with the blurs at a stand still, it can be seen this is none other than CJ O'Donnell and Aokigahara Zombie, still locked in combat from their breakdown from earlier.

CJ slides off of the table he landed on, and grabs the doubled over Zombie by the seat of his pants and the nape of his neck, and rushes him head first into one of the catering tables. Food flies everywhere as Zombie crashes through the table, and the Enhancement Talent quickly move along the edges of the walls to the other side of the room. CJ stalks forwards, and reaches down to grab hold of Zombie, but the loud metal 'CLANG' of serving tray meeting skull sends him stumbling back in surprise. Aoki gets to his feet, and tosses the metal server at O'Donnell's head, but the Irishman manages to grab it before it can strike him. Much to everyone's surprise, including CJ's, Zombie rushes forwards, leaps, and throws both of his feet square into the pan, driving it back into his face with a loud 'BOOM'.

The pan goes flying off of O'Donnell's head, and he falls backwards across a group of chairs, while Zombie lands square on his back with a thud. Both men slowly begin to rise, but Zombie beets the stunned CJ to his feet. He rushes the man once more, but CJ manages to sidestep him, and drops to the ground, catching Zombie with a drop toe hold that sends him face first into one of the many steel folding chairs.

The Enhancement talent cover their mouths with their fists in shock and empathy, as Zombie rolls over clutching his face. O'Donnell somehow gets to his feet, and stumbles his way over to Zombie to help him to his. Once vertical, he spins the man around to punch him in the face, but Zombie thrusts his face forward and emits a burst of white mist that catches CJ directly in the face. O'Donnell stumbles back in surprise, wiping at his eyes, but even more shocking is that it doesn't seem to phase him. If nothing else, it seems to rejuvenate him.

He lunges at Zombie with the intended right hand from earlier, knocking the man back into the closest wall. The Lost Boyz scramble to get out of the way as O'Donnell moves in for another, but Zombie manages to block the blow, and strikes out with a serpent like palm thrust to CJ's throat. CJ grabs at his neck, gasping for air, and Zombie grabs him by the hair of the head, and chucks him into another hallway, following behind him until both men disappear.

The Enhancement talent look around the trashed area, and S.O.B. steps up, front and center, shaking his head.

S.O.B.: God Damn Crackers!

JAMES RADFORD: I'm pretty sure that one fellah, was Asian, Mister Bitch!

S.O.B.'s head snaps around to encompous 'Country Fine' with all of his fury.

S.O.B.: I SAID WHAT I SAID CORN BREAD!

With that, S.O.B. stalks off in the opposite direction that Zombie and O'Donnell took, and the other Enhancement Talent shrug, and follow suit. The camera moves back to ringside for a very special announcement.

Special Guest: Lady Munin

The cameras return to the ring in time for Lady Munin to make her way to the ring. Teen Spirit blares over the PA and the crowd goes wild at “The Lady’s” presence. After taking a microphone with a polite smile she slides gracefully into the ring. Not an easy task when wearing a short backless black dress, but she managed to do so with poise.

LADY MUNIN: Good evening: ladies gentlemen, freaks, geeks, and all of my monsters. Whoever and whatever you are welcome to Wicked.

She pauses to let the cheer of the crowd die down.

LADY MUNIN: For this show I have a number of very special announcements to make, but before we talk about where we are now, I would like to take a look back at where we began.

She looks out over the arena and all the fans are waving their signs.

LADY MUNIN: In the beginning we were nothing more than a small Indy promotion. With a number of big names to be sure, but let's be honest within the first few shows we almost went out with a literal boom and scandal. We didn't though…We came back stronger, and bigger than ever before. Slowly clawing our way up to the spotlight with the sheer talent and dedication of our athletes. We couldn't have done it with dedication and talent alone though. We survived largely from the overwhelming support of you our fans.

The crowd goes wild at her words, their roar nearly deafening, and she waits patiently for them to die down.

LADY MUNIN: Without you we are simply just as we are: freaks, geeks, mad men, sociopaths, fuck boys,fairies,dreamers,heroes,giants, wise guys, clowns, ass holes, and monsters. It is you dear fans that have make the PAW athletes stars.

She smiles out at the crowd, and despite their excitement they manage to control their volume.

LADY MUNIN: I am so happy to tell you that your continued support has paid off. Wicked will no longer merely be available on DVD and online. Wicked will now be available on the Circle Television Network!

The crowd explodes, but the Lady holds up her hand while nodding her thanks for the ovation.

LADY MUNIN: However we will not be abandoning ourIndy fan base, and so it is with pleasure that I announce a brand new show exclusive to the Pure Arena…....ADDICTION!

The crowd are stunned at the news that not only is WICKED going to television, but they are also going to have the opportunity to have not one, but two shows. As they murmur amongst themselves at what exactly this will mean, the Lady continues on.

LADY MUNIN: And I introduce to you the new General Manager of Addiction...

The lights around the arena go completely out as fans hold up lighters and cellphones to try and restore some light to the otherwise dark arena. They wait with baited breath, until...

Jerry Cantrell's guitar rings out aggressively from the sound system, Alice in Chains' "Phantom Limb" invading the arena for the first time ever. Platinum-hued spotlights roam the arena and the form of a man steps out on the stage, squared shoulders of a fighter in an immaculately tailored black suit, the lights casting strange shadows on his face. Some of the crowd recognizes him from elsewhere and immediately comes to their feet, the rest still waiting to find out who this is.

He walks down to the ring without a rush, though a stiff hitch in his gait says that might not all be deliberate. The cameras can pick up his face more now, and ragged still-healing barbed wire scars streak down one side of it. It's the man known as V, seventeen year ring veteran, former world champion of many different companies over that time. The dress shirt he wears is also black, the top unbuttoned, and white bandages circling his neck almost give the illusion of a preacher's collar. As he makes his way up the ring steps he grins at the people who are on their feet, who answer back with a cheer which flows over the arena.

V climbs into the ring carefully as Lady Munin holds the ropes for him, an unasked for gesture, but the way he tenses and his face goes tight says it's appreciated. He clasps forearms with her in a shake and reaches his spare arm over her shoulder in a half-hug, then steps back and surveys the crowd with approval as his music fades.

V: Hello, Pure Amusement Wrestling!

At this, the rest of the crowd joins in to cheer, echoing his greeting back.

V: This has to be a surprise, yeah? With all the people you might've guessed, I bet you'd have never guessed me. Let me let some of you in on a badly-kept secret-- I've been here for a while. I didn't come to PAW to continue my legacy in the spotlight; no, I knew it was just about time to hang up my boots when I left Sin City. I came here to help a place I'd had my eye on since it opened, a place full of top-rate competitors who deserved recognition, based right in a region after my own heart. And now that I've fought my last match, and that door is closed? It's past time to open a new one. And that is the next step forward for PAW, and what better place for a guy with my past with certain kinds of trouble than to lead a show called ADDICTION!

The crowd roars at this and he pauses to let them with a smirk.

V: More than that? This show is happening because all of you have shown to have an addiction to Pure Amusement Wrestling, and PAW and the Circle Network have heard you. You're demanding more, and now I've got your wrestling fix.

He shifts to look at Munin and nods. The Lady smiled up at her companion, and returns the nod with one of her own. While V was talking a man in a rather sharp suite made his way to the ring. In his hand he hand was a black leather bag.

LADY MUNIN: I couldn't think of anyone better than this man to help me bring Pure Amusement Wrestling into a new era.

Without a spotlight of his own the young man slid into the ring,and delivered the bag to Lady Munin's waiting hand. He promptly left as suddenly as he appeared. Leaving Munin to address the fans that were now buzzing with curiosity.

LADY MUNIN: You know sometimes I think I spoil you all, and then I remember that it's impossible to do so. PAW fans deserve nothing more than the best, and I will continue to deliver that to you on a silver platter.

With that she reaches into the bag with a grin, and pulls out two shiny new Tag Team belts.

LADY MUNIN: That my dear fan’s is why I can promise you that the team that wins these titles will be the best of the best.

The crowd goes wild at the belts reveal, and their Lady’s words, causing Munin to raise her voice to be heard despite the microphone.

LADY MUNIN: On this next Super Show we will have new Tag Team Champions!

The Crowd comes out of their seat, not just cheering, but clapping, and it’s thunderous throughout the Mississippi Coliseum. A smile creeps onto V’s face as Munin looks over her shoulder at him, and then she holds the mic up one final time to her lips.

LADY MUNIN: So Jackson….

Cheap Pop

LADY MUNIN: On August 18th, come on down to Purity, Louisiana, because there is a Bad Moon on the Rise!

Teen Spirit blares over the PA and the crowd blows the roof off of the arena, as Lady Munin, followed by V, exits the ring gracefully, and make their way up the ramp. They turn one final time, V raising Munin’s hand in celebration, before the two disappear behind the curtain, and the scene cuts to commercial.

Tag Match
Black Jack Colter & Roscar versus Caroline O'Hara Burchill & Anastasia Hayden

PERCY: Those were some huge announcements made by the Lady here tonight. That means at Bad Moon Rising, new tag team champions will be crowned!

CAT: You dumbass! That's not the big announcement. WE'RE GOING TO BE ON TV! That bitch back at the park said that my future looked bright, but how could I have known it would be this good?

PERCY: Well, there you have it, folks. Not only that, but the PAW Universe gets another show! I wonder what ADDICTION's going to be like?

CAT: I don't know, but we better stop yammering about it. Rhonda looks ready to go, and we still have a show right now to do.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a tag match, and is set for one fall or submission....

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: Introducing first, weighing in at 232 pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, 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: This match has trainwreck written all over it.

CAT: This match has awesome written all over it.

Roscar enters the stadium as "Before I Forget" by Slipknot is heard around the arena. He is holding a beer can, and stands still in the entrance looking at floor.

Go!

He opens wide his arms and does the metal horns and suddenly fireworks light the whole arena. He walks down the ramp slowly heading to the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his partner, weighting in at 214 pounds, and hailing from Athens, Greece, he is 'THE GREEK GOD' ROSCAR!!

Before entering the ring, he takes a sip of his beer, crushes the can with his hand and then, he throws it behind him. Then he gets off his t-shirt and enters the ring.

PERCY: They’re already arguing and the match hasn’t even started.

CAT: This is gonna get bloody fast. I love it!

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 would be futile. Soon, a lone red light shines down on the center of the stage and Caroline O’ Hara Burchill walks out to stand within it. Like hail relentlessly rapping against a window, the volume of the booing would reach an intense peak. The signature smug smile of Caroline would be present and she’d slowly spin around, almost as if taking pleasure in the immense hatred being presented for her. She laughs and makes her way down the ramp, hardly acknowledging any of the insolent fans.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, first, coming to the ring from Sydney, Australia, and weighting in at 120 pounds, she is 'THE RED QUEEN' CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!

As she reaches the ring, she looks at her surrounding. The hostile environment was nothing to her and she simply continued 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, climbing down and resting in the corner as she awaits for the match to get underway.

PERCY: Hopefully at least these two can coexist.

CAT: I wouldn’t bank on it. They might not fall apart as quick as Jack and Roscar but it will happen.

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: and introducing her partner, hailing from Steele, North Dakota, and weighting in at 128 pounds, she is 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.

PERCY: And here we go.

CAT: Bring on the mayhem.

Jack motions for Roscar to exit the ring as he steps away from his corner and towards the middle of the ring. Roscar steps forward and shoves Jack into Anastasia who catches him in the face with a spinning wheel kick that drops him to the mat hard.

PERCY: The match just started and they’ve already come to blows!

Ana pulls Jack to his feet and shoots him across the ring into the far ropes. She leaps over him as he returns causing him to hit the near ropes. She spins around to face him and drops to the mat letting him cross over her and hit the far ropes again. She hops to her feet as he approaches and connects with a dropkick.

PERCY: Jack can’t get out of first gear. Anastasia is keeping the pressure on.

Ana pulls Jack to his feet and drags him across the ring towards her corner and tags in Caroline. Ana grabs him and hits a snapmare that brings Jack to a seated position in front of Caroline. She charges in and connects with a running knee strike that floors him. Caroline makes the cover and hooks the inside leg.

PERCY: “Off With Your Head!” That could do it!

1…

2…

Thr…Jack throws a leg across the bottom rope breaking the count.

PERCY: Great ring awareness by Jack Colter.

CAT: He got lucky. This match should have been over.

Caroline pulls Jack to his feet and hits him with a stiff elbow to the jaw before applying a standing side headlock. She cranks on the hold tightly but Jack lifts her up high, turns and spikes her into the mat with a high angle belly to back suplex dropping her on the back of her neck.

PERCY: That couldn’t feel good.

CAT: But what does Jack do now? Tag out or stay in the match?

Jack slowly gets to his feet and stumbles across the ring towards his partner using the ropes to hold him up. Roscar stands nonchalantly on the apron half heartedly looking for a tag. Jack gets close and slaps Roscar across the face before dropping to the mat and sliding underneath the bottom rope.

PERCY: Wow.

CAT: Look at his face, that’s a death stare if I ever saw one.

Roscar mouths with Jack as A-Ref motions for him to get inside the ring. Jack holds the back of his head as he gives Roscar the middle finger and yells for him to get in the ring. Caroline is back to her feet and she grabs Roscar and yanks him into the ring the hard way slamming him to the mat.

PERCY: That’s one way to get in the ring.

Roscar scrambles to his feet and catches a hard kick to the midsection that doubles him over. Caroline hooks both arms and looks for a DDT but Roscar blocks the move. She tries again but once more Roscar blocks the move. Caroline lifts up trying for a double underarm slam but Roscar adjusts his weight and lifts her up sending her over his back slamming hard on the mat.

PERCY: Roscar wasn’t going over.

He spins around and quickly drives an elbow into the chest of Caroline before she can get to her feet forcing the wind from her lungs. He gets to his feet and drops another elbow drop followed by another and another before making the cover and hooking the far leg.

1…

2…

Th…Caroline just shoots the right shoulder up. Roscar pulls her to her feet and shoots her across the ring catching her with a stiff shoulder that drops her to the mat. He pulls her back up and pulls her in hard with a short arm closeline. He holds onto her hand and pulls her back up viciously before connecting with another short arm closeline. He drops down and makes a cover hooking both legs.

1…

2…

Thr…Caroline just gets the right arm up.

PERCY: Caroline is refusing to quit.

Roscar gets to his feet and grabs Caroline pulling her back to her feet. He quickly locks in a standing side headlock. She drives her elbow into his ribs looking for a way out but he squeezes tighter.

CAT: He's got her head locked up like a vice grip.

Caroline stomps on his heel forcing his release before connecting with a step up enziguri before he can react.

PERCY: That's one way out.

Caroline slowly gets to her feet using the ropes and leans against them as Roscar gets to all fours. She charges in and kicks him hard in the face with a punt before dropping down for the cover.

CAT: Not sure his hard head is that hard.

1…

2…

Thr…Roscar rolls the inside shoulder breaking the count.

PERCY: Guess it is.

Caroline gets to her feet and drops a standing leg drop across his throat followed by another. She gets back up and tags in Ana who slingshots herself into the ring and connects with a leg drop of her own before making the quick cover.

1..

2…

Th..Roscar reaches out and grabs the bottom rope.

PERCY: Both of these men have been saved by the ropes tonight.

CAT: Caroline and Anastasia have worked pretty well together tonight.

Ana pulls Roscar to his feet before connecting with a knife edge chop to his bare chest. He grabs at the spot as he takes a step back. Ana follows in and connects with another followed by another. Roscar yells as he connects with a knee lift to the midsection doubling her over. He grabs Ana in a front facelock and hoists her up with a quick snap suplex. Roscar scrambles to his feet and stomps away at Ana before driving the tip of his elbow into her chest. He makes the cover and hooks both legs.

1…

2…

Th….Ana adjusts her weight and gets her right shoulder up.

CAT: Ana is still in it.

Roscar pulls Ana up and throws her into the corner. He charges in and closelines her in the corner as Jack makes a blind tag.

PERCY: Blind tag by Jack.

Roscar stares at Jack as he climbs into the ring. Jack motions for him to leave as Roscar yells at him. A-Ref forces him out of the ring as Jack pulls Ana out of the corner and lifts her up for a powerbomb. He throws her into the corner for a buckle bomb as she stumbles out and right into a running high knee.

PERCY: Ana needs to get the tag.

Jack drops a knee into her chest before making the cover.

1…

2…

THRE…Caroline runs in and breaks up the count. Jack gets to his feet and charges her only to get caught with a step up enziguri.

PERCY: All hell has broken loose!

CAT: Finally.

Caroline mounts Jack and throws several hard elbows as A-Ref tries to break it up. Jack shoves her off as Ana runs over and dives in with a low dropkick to the side of his head. Roscar runs into the ring and grabs Ana throwing her into the corner and throws stiff rights and lefts to her midsection.

PERCY: A-Ref has lost control.

Colter gets to his feet, but Caroline is there to meet him with stiff forearms that knock him back into the corner opposite of Anastasia and Roscar. Roscar looks over his shoulder, having Anastasia momentarily stunned, and see's Caroline throwing wicked front kicks into Colter's midsection. He shakes his head in annoyance at his partner, and turns from Hayden to charge across the ring to catch Caroline unawares. When he's almost there, he leaps into the air for a splash, but unfortunately for him, Carolina feels the man coming, and dashes out of the way as he crushes his own partner in the turnbuckles. Colter falls to a seated position as Roscar backs up in shock, and then anger as he yells at Colter to do a better job. While in the midst of berating his partner, Caroline rushes in from behind him, uses his shoulders to pop up into the air only to hook him around the head, and flip backwards, somehow managing to take Roscar with her. He lands awkwardly on the front part of the top half of his body, but still somehow manages to roll straight up to his feet. He's wobbly when Anastasia Hayden rockets out of her corner, leaps into the air, and crashes into his face with a single leg drop kick that sends him crashing to the mat.

PERCY: OH MY GOD! IMPENDING OVERTHROW FOLLOWED BY SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN!

CAT: Anastasia going for a pin....is he even the legal man.

PERCY: I don't think A-Ref knows anymore!

1...

2...

3!!!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this match by pinfall, CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL AND ANASTASIA HAYDEN!!

The two women roll quickly out of the ring as Black Jack Colter comes tearing out of the corner he had previously been sitting in, obviously pissed about his loss. Anastasia and Caroline meet at the bottom of the ramp, and cast the other a nod of victory, if not a smidge of respect. Colter, however, chases A-Ref right out of the ring, and kicks at the bottom rope in frustration, until finally turning his attention to Roscar, who is slowly trying to get to his knee's. Before the man can do anything, Colter cuts across the ring and delivers a football like kick into the man's ribs, sending him over onto his side. He stands over top of him, pointing down into his face while spitting venom, until finally he all out slaps him.

PERCY: Well, I don't think any friends were made in this match, but at least maybe the ladies garnered a little respect for one another.

CAT: I don't think this is over between Colter and Roscar. Anyone could see that this was a match booked by some sort of evil sitting backstage.

PERCY: Be that as it may, it was entertaining. Folks, we're going to pay some bills, but we'll be back with more PAW action!

THE CIRCLE TELEVSION NETWORK
Home of Kenzi Grey, Sid Rulez The World, and now....Pure Amusement Wrestling's WICKED LIVE!

Leather Strap Match
(The corners are your tag partners!)
Singles Match
Summer versus Hunter Storms

PERCY: And here we have another battle of the former BFW stars!

CAT: ...did Storms even have a match? Does this one even count?

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission.....

CAT: Wait....did she say one fall or submission? I thought this was a leather strap match?

PERCY: It's supposed to be. What the hell? Does no one read the fucking production script around here? Well, I guess...

Percy's complaints are cut off by rumbling thunder and an orange spotlight appears, lighting up the ramp. “Footsteps” by Pop Evil kicks in over the speakers as a petite woman appears, moving into that spotlight. She's wearing a black hoodie with the word FIREBIRD written across the back, the hood up to cover her face although it sports a pair of cat ears on top of her head.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, from Phoenix, Arizona, and weighing in at 125 pounds, she is 'The Arizona Firebird' SUMMER!!!

Slowly, she turns around and extends her arms, tilting her head back as the hood falls to reveal a shock of bright red hair. Pumping her fist in the air, she whirls back towards the ring and springs into action, sprinting down the ramp and diving under the bottom rope. She rolls to her feet and runs to the opposite ropes, shouting taunts at the booing crowd before dismissing them with a toss of her hair and a flip of her hand.

PERCY: Well, she certainly looks fired up for this one.

CAT: She does. Who wouldn't want to beat Storms up, though?

As the opening riff of "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin plays,the lights dim down,as 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: And her opponent, hailing from Washington D.C. and weighing in at 241 pounds, 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: To be fair, he looks very focused, too.

CAT: After taking the loss last time out, he has a lot to prove.

A-Ref speaks to both competitors, then calls for the bell. The pair close in on each other and each hold out their hands, looking to tie up. As their hands meet, Summer is quick to duck around and move behind Storms, wrapping her wrists around his waist. Hunter spins on the spot, forcing Summer to break her hold as he attempts a punch. As Storms staggers, Summer kicks him in the gut. She runs to the ropes, but he sidesteps her clothesline. Summer hooks her arms around the ropes, stopping herself from rebounding toward him.

PERCY: A quick start from both competitors here.

The two competitors look to tie up again, but this time Hunter manages to kick Summer in the gut as she looked up toward his outstretched hand. He hoists her high into the air in a suplex, then drops her to the mat from his standing position.

PERCY: Look at how effortlessly he just lifted her!

CAT: That drop suplex looked painful, I’ll give him that.

As Summer clutches at her lower back, Storms moves in to pull her from the mat, but is met with a kick to the head. Summer is quickly to her feet and follows up with a dropkick, forcing Storms into the corner. She runs at him, but he rushes out, flattening her with his Scar Lariat move.

PERCY: Ouch!

CAT: Wow, she just got laid out!

Storms pulls Summer from the mat and hoists her up and runs forward, throwing Summer free and delivering a snake eyes. Summer’s head bounces off the turnbuckle and he staggers backward, turning into an exploder suplex from Storms. Hunter is quick to make a cover!

PERCY: An early pin, but is it enough?

The referee slides to the mat and starts the count.

1...

2...

PERCY: kickout!

CAT: I guess not!

The referee confirms a two count, despite Storms asking a second time. He stands and drags Summer to her feet, lifting her into a suplex again...but this time she manages to break free and land on her feet behind him. She runs at the ropes and, as Storms turns around, boots him with a running dropkick, sending him back first into the turnbuckle. Summer charges in and smashes her knee into his hit. She pulls Hunter from the corner, hooking his arms, and delivers a picture perfect tiger driver. Summer hooks the leg!

PERCY: The pin attempt off of the tiger driver!

CAT: The ref counts!

1...

2…

PERCY: ...shoulder up! Oooh, so close!

CAT: And Summer can't believe it.

Summer pulls at her hair with disbelief. She stands, accosting the referee, but he’s having none of it. As Summer pulls Storms from the mat, he bursts into life and tries to Irish whip her into the ropes. Summer reverses but Storms pulls her toward him and catches her with a spinning side slam. Both competitors are down on the mat. Storms uses the ropes to get to his feet. He staggers over to Summer, but she quickly rolls him up!

PERCY: Ahh, a quick roll up.

CAT: She caught him completely off guard there.

1…

2…

THRE...no!

Storms kicks out and rolls to his knees, a clear look of shock on his face. He moves to grab Summer by the hair, but she punches his knee and then hits hit with a knife edge chop. It’s another swing and miss from Storms, and Summer quickly grabs him from behind, delivering her Heat Stroke manoeuvre!

PERCY: The Heat Stroke connects!

CAT: But can she make the most of it??

Neither competitor moves. Summer rolls to her side and reaches out for the rope, which she uses to pull herself upward. In the middle of the ring, Storms stands, groggily. Summer runs toward him, but Storms catches her again. This time his spinning side slam fails and Summer holds on, dropping him to the mat and quickly moving to wrap her legs around the arm she had held onto. She tugs at the joint, trying to force the submission.

PERCY: She has her Reliquary locked in tight!

CAT: Can Storms break the hold, or will he give up?

Storms roars in pain, but refuses to give up. He claws at the ring ropes, but is just too far away. Hunter rolls, managing to get to his knees, and slowly stands - Summer still attached. He slams her down, but still she holds on. With all of his might, he raises her again, slamming her a second time and forcing her to break her hold.

PERCY: Look at this strength!

CAT: Yea...I'll give it to him, he's shown a will to not give up here tonight.

Storms staggers backward, into the turnbuckle, and clutches at his arm, trying to rotate some sensation back into it. Meanwhile Summer slowly gets to her feet. Storms charges, but gets dropped into the ropes with a drop toehold. He recoils and lands on his back. Summer springs to her feet and leaps off the second rope with a lionsault. She hooks the leg!

PERCY: What a move!

1…

2…

PERCY: ...NO!
Somehow Storms kicks out again. Wow!

CAT: He's still in this?!

Summer holds her head in her hands for a moment, then backs into a corner, waiting for Storms to get up. As he climbs to his feet, she runs in and leaps, but Storms catches her with the Crash Landing pop-up powerbomb. He falls to his butt, back against the ropes, breathing heavily. Summer rolls to her side and holds her back. Storms watches as she gets to her knees and tries to stand. He pulls himself up with the ropes and crouches, stalking her. Summer slowly stumbles into a turn towards Hunter Storms, and he rushes forwards, leaping to take her in the Hunter's Mark, but in a surprising flash of speed Summer somersaults backwards, throwing her right foot out to catch Hunter square under his jaw.

PERCY: SF2 TURBO!! Hunter Storms might be out!

CAT: Summer scrambling to hook the leg!

1...

2...

3!!!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match by pin fall....SUMMER!!

PERCY: Wow, I can't believe it! I thought Summer was ripe for the pickings after that Crash Landing, and obviously so did Hunter Storms. He went for the Hunter's Mark but caught with that amazing flash kick that came out of nowhere.

CAT: Yeah, that Summer might just be a force to be reckoned with around here if she keeps that kind of momentum going into the future.

Hunter Storms rolls to the outside holding his jaw, staring back into the ring where Summer celebrates in disbelief. He shakes his head, and his ice cold demeanor returns as he turns and makes his way to the back. A-Ref lifts Summer's hand in victory, and afterwards she takes a turnbuckle to wave out at the fans who cheer for her win. The cameras catch one last shot of her smiling, before they cut backstage.

Sergio Lione stands in the back hallway by himself smoking a cigar and watching passersby, looking generally cool and unassuming. In the shadows, some several feet away lurks Francis Ford Cuppola and his previously mention jar of horribly dangerous Tarantula Hawk wasps. Rodney P whispers raspily behind him.

RODNEY P: Francis! Let’s just drop it! The mimes won. You don’t even know why you hate this guy so much. Let's just forget this and focus on more pressing matters, like the Mimes' impending tag championship victory!

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Oh no. I’m not falling for your logic puzzles, or distractions this time, Rodney. Sergio’s been a thorn in my side for far too long and now it’s time he finally got a taste of his own medicine!

RODNEY P: How is this even a taste of his own medicine? You’re about to unleash genetically modified organisms on a man you can't even remember why you hate that have the potential downside of creating more of the dangerouns insects while he dies a horribly painful death.

Francis chortles silently.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Isn’t it great? No one will hear you scream, Sergio. Except me! In my delicious dreams following your demise!

Sufficiently psyched up, there’s no stopping Francis as he barrels out from his secret hiding space to confront Sergio.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: AHA!

Sergio is clearly cut unawares and undoubtedly shocked. His first instinct is to lift his arms in the air as Francis aims the canister of wasps at him like an armed six-shooter with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face to make Sergio begin perspiring at the realization he’s been had.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You thought you had me, didn’t you old man?! Well, Francis Ford Cuppola doesn’t give up so easily. Now it’s your turn. TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE! SIC SEMPER…. TYRANNIS!!!

Sergio’s breath quickens before holding in terror, his eyes widen as Francis opens to the lid, unleashing the wasps on him.

The wasps harmlessly and ineffectively fly away.

Francis and Sergio gape in slack-jawed confusion at them as he loses sight of the horribly dangerous creatures down the hallway. Rodney P steps out from their hiding spot similarly looking down the hallway after the wasps.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well, where the hell do they think they’re going?

Francis says to no one in particular.

RODNEY P: Uhhhh, Francis… that’s an invasive species you just let loose with unforeseeable consequences.

SERGIO LIONE: HA! ANOTHER FAILURE!

Francis turns to glare angrily at Sergio.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: QUIT MAKING FUN OF ME!!

With a sudden, inexplicable furor of tears running down Francis cheek, he chucks the empty glass canister at Sergio. It shatters across his head, stunning the aged filmmaker backward against the wall. Francis panics.

FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: FORGET THE WASPS. RUN FOR IT, RODNEY!!!

Francis takes off in a hurry down the hall in the opposite direction that the wasps went, and far from Sergio and Rodney. Rodney watches Sergio sympathetically struggle to recover before shaking his head in disappointment of his employer.

RODNEY P: I’m sorry. He’s an idiot.

And with that, Rodney follows Francis in disgrace.

{MAIN EVENT}
Tag Match
Aokigahara Zombie & Caleb Houston versus CJ O'Donnell & Nova Wonder

PERCY: Well it looks Francis' plan backfired once again.

CAT: What an idiot.

PERCY: Folks, it's time for our main event of the evening. Obviously, Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O'Donnell have been fighting all damn night through out the building, so what does that mean for this match?

CAT: I don't know, Percy, but we're about to find out as Rhonda's in the ring.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is your WICKED MAIN EVENT, and is a tag match scheduled for one fall or submission!

The opening guitar riff of "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm kicks in as Amanda Reynolds steps out onto the stage and makes her way down the ramp towards the ring.

In the daylight,

I’m your sweetheart,

Your goody-two-shoes prude is a work of art.

But you don’t know me,

And soon you won’t forget,

Bad as can be, yeah you know I’m not so innocent

She slaps a few out stretched hands on her way down, and doesn't appear to be in any real big hurry.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 135 pounds, and hailing from Tampa, Florida, she is 'THE TAMPA TORNADO' AMANDA REYNOLDS!!

She nods, throwing her arms over her head before rolling under the bottom rope. She gets to her feet and pulls on the top rope before swinging her arms from side to side as the music fades out.
She steps over to the far corner, falls back into it, and awaits her partner, or opponent, whichever comes first.

PERCY: Well, this is the first time we've seen Amanda Reynolds since her run in with The BombTrax. Nova Wonder likes to claim that it was her that sent Reynolds scrambling, but I think realistically it was the two brutes.

CAT: Yeah, but it is true the last time we saw Amanda in the ring, Nova was tossing her ass over the top rope to become the #1 Contender to the Titans title.

PERCY: Maybe Amanda will get some measure of revenge here tonight. Who knows?

The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eery, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to "Sex Metal Barbie" began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the titan tron video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.

Excuse me can you tell me what you've heard about my life?

Maybe a dirty little fairy tale, a girl of the night

I heard that I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen

Drop out pregnant statistical teen

I know you've heard about the bloody knife

About my daddy's perfect virgin and my mother's wife

You know I heard I don't belong in this game

Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name

Let's go!

At the sound of Maria Brink's scream, a single, glowing, red eye emerges in the darkness. There's just enough light to see Nova Wonder crouched on one knee, lifting her head and opening her eyes. One red glow in the dark contact is placed in, the other half of her face covered in a dystopian robot cybernetic half-mask. The spotlights all form into one at the turn of a dime, on the crouching Nova.

Baby go ahead

I'll be your hatred and your pain

This is killing us all

I don't care if I fall

We're the dying, we are the damned!

she rose from one knee to two. Her head glancing at the ground, her feet shoulder width apart. Her long, platinum blonde hair hid her already half-hidden face.

Baby go ahead

I'll be the villain you can blame

I'll be the belle of the brawl

Be the lust in us all

I'm the diva of the damned

I heard I don't belong in this scene

Sex Metal Barbie, Homicidal Queen

The guitar riff gets a little heavier, as she raised her head. The look on her face is one that is completely stoic, heavy black makeup on the contact-wearing eye. One hand raises, at a snail's pace. Her fist unfurls, opening to reveal the tattoo on the inside of her right palm: the Illuminati pyramid, including its all-seeing eye. That hand furls back into a fist, then fingers pointed into a gun, pointed at the center of the ring.

Excuse me can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me?

Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen

You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene

Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, attention fiend

You know I heard that I'm a hater's dream

No class, White Trash - I'm so obscene

You know I heard that I should be ashamed

Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name

Come on!

Her pace down the ramp is slow and calculated, eyes focused on the ring in front of her. Everything seems methodical, from the slow pace of her breathing to each dragging step. At the foot of the ramp, there's finally a break. A wicked grin curling her lips up to the sky.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing her opponent, weighing in at 112 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, she is the #1 Contender to the Titans of the Midway Championship.....'THE WONDER WOMAN' NOVA WONDER!

Baby go ahead

I'll be the villain you can blame

I'll be the belle of the brawl

Be the lust in us all

I'm the diva of the damned

"The Deathbringer," as she calls herself, gave a stern glance to the camera - allowing it to take in every intricate detail of her half-mask and the piercing glow of her single, red eye. A machine built for destruction is the best way to describe the robotic appearance of Nova Wonder. Climbing into the ring underneath the second rope, she retreats to one corner, resuming her crouching position with both arms outstretched and taking hold of the top rope, to pull herself up at the toll of the bell. "Sex Metal Barbie" faded off into the distance as the lights slowly returned to normal.

PERCY: Nova wonder with her special brand of mind games here in PAW.

CAT: You know, I'm all for mind Games, Percy, but I'm pretty sure that was the longest entrance in the world. No wait....there's Calvin's, though it seems like the production team has been shortening his up a bit.....

PERCY: uh.....let's just see what's about to happen here. A-Ref and Rhonda are talking. Wait, here comes Lady Munin's assistant, Ji, down the ramp. He's now up on the ring apron, and it looks like they've reached a decision...

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Because of the absence of Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O'Donnell, this contest will now be a singles match.

Ji and Rhonda exit the ring, while A-Ref comes back to the center of the ring to check with the ladies. They nod their ascent, and he calls for the bell.

PERCY: Well, it looks like we're going to have a match regardless....and OH! AMANDA REYNOLDS BUM RUSHING NOVA WONDER! Amanda Reynolds with forearms down across the back of the woman, and now has her by the hair of the head......HAIR TOSS!

CAT: Damn! I bet that hurts!

Nova Wonder comes skidding to a stop, and immediately moves to get up to her feet, but Amanda is there once more getting two fistfuls of hair, and then sends Nova flying by them. Nova does a skid landing again, the canvas putting red marks on her arms and legs, as Amanda stalks forwards one more time. When she reaches Nova, she bends down to get some hair once more, but this time Nova snaps up to her using both arms to throw Amanda's out to her side. She then brings in a left jab, a right cross, followed by a knee to the gut that causes Amanda to lean forward in surprise. Nova then slips to the side and delivers what can only be called a football like punt into Amanda chest that sends her stumbling back upright. Nova then hops to the nearby second rope, springboards, and catches Amanda around the head for a tornado DDT.

PERCY: CELESTIAL MANTRA! Jesus, she hit that early!

CAT: Yeah, and she doesn't look done either!

Nova gets to her feet, and rushes the nearest turnbuckle, walking right up the side to the stop, hopping out to the center of the ropes allowing her thighs to land on the top, which sends her catapulting back into the ring to land on Reynolds with a unique version of a split legged moonsault. She remains down on her opponent for the cover.

1...

2...

PERCY: THRE-NO! Amanda barely able to kick out there. I think she's stunned. She started this thing out as the aggressor, and within less than a minute Nova has turned it into her rodeo!

CAT: Maybe that long entrance is more damning than I thought. Either way, these fans are in pure Nova mode.

CROWD: Nova! Nova! Nova! Nova!

Nova jerks Amanda's head up off the mat into a sitting position, and she promptly applies a deep headlock, driving Amanda back down to the canvas while keeping her own body leverage to apply the most pressure.

PERCY: Nova switching tactics here, keeping Amanda grounded, and locked into that submission. As long as she's got Amanda down like that, she's keeping the oxygen from the brain, and taking all the fight right out of her.

CAT: Yeah, it's a good wear down move after those two phenomenal moves she just gave her.

PERCY: Amanda now has managed to get her knee's under her, and she's forcing Nova up to her feet. Reynolds is on one knee, and now she's up as well, still locked in...oh! Elbow to Nova's gut. Another. Another. Finally Nova breaks the hold, and Reynolds catches her with a flurry of forearms that are knocking them back into the ropes. Amanda sends Nova for the ride, and she's coming back now....Nova ducks a lariat attempt by Amanda, coming back again, and ducks a back elbow attempt.....coming back the third time, and AMANDA JUST CAUGHT HER IN A SLEEPER HOLD!

Nova stumbles around the ring blindly, Amanda's hand covering her eyes as she squeezes along the neck with her forearm and bicep. Just when it looks like Nova is going to be able to reach the ropes, Amanda makes a short hop to wrap her legs around the other woman, and yanks back with everything she's got. Nova struggles to stay on her feet a minute longer, but eventually topples backwards, with Amanda riding her down.

PERCY: Amanda Reynold's specialty is submission moves that choke you out, and she's got Nova Wonder all tied up here with no where to go.

CAT: A little tit for tat, I suppose.

Nova reaches for the sky, but her arms slowly begin to descend, her breathing becoming more shallow. After close to a full minute, her arms finally go limp, and A-Ref begins asking her loudly if she's done. He reaches down to check her arm, and seeing it flop around lifelessly, he lifts it into the air to let it drop.

1...

One more time.

2...

PERCY: It looks like this could be it. Man, these women don't play. It's been bang, bang, bang.

CAT: NO, WAIT! Nova's got her hand up.....shes starting to rock herself, and the fans are cheering her on. She's hulking up, Percy!

PERCY: I don't think you can legally say that, Cat. I'll ask Todd Reid about it later.

Nova manages to get rolled over onto her knee's, despite Amanda Reynolds still latched onto her around the neck and waist. She puts one boot out in front of her for leverage, and in a huge burst of strength, manages to push up to both feet, Amanda clinging desperately to her back. Nova takes several stumble steps forwards, but picks up speed towards one of the corners, and just as she's about to reach it she falls forwards, driving Amanda Reynolds' face first into the top turnbuckle. Amanda snaps back onto the canvas clutching at her injured face, while Nova hangs there a minute on the ropes, taking in heavy gulps of air to try and catch her breath.

PERCY: Nova forced the separation, but that Sleeper had obvious effects. Amanda already getting back to her feet, and moving back in...OH! Nova with a kick straight back into Amanda's midsection. It kept the woman off for a few more seconds, but she's coming back, and OH! Another! Amanda holding her midsection now, head slightly lowered, and NOVA COMES OUT WITH NEBULA COLLISION!

The Koppu kick nails Amanda right in the top/back of her head, snapping her face first down into the canvas. She rolls around on her back, holding her nose, while Nova crawls over and hooks her leg for the cover.

1...

2...

PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! My god, that was so close. Within centimeters! If she can hit one more big move, I think this is over for Amanda.....hey, wait a minute.....WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS DOING OUT HERE?

Aokigahara Zombie is sent flying over the guardrail on the right side of the ring, and he is promptly followed by CJ O'Donnell, who springs over the guard rail to land beside him. Both men are battered, bruised, and bleeding from multiple cuts and nicks all over their bodies.

CAT: Well, they were scheduled to be in this match.

Nova comes to her feet off of Reynolds, stepping over to the edge of the ropes, while A-Ref slips to the outside to try and restore some semblance of order. CJ reaches down and pulls Aoki up to his feet, and shoves past A-Ref towards the ring, tossing the man underneath the bottom rope. He hops up onto the ring apron to join him, but quick as a flash, Aoki shoots up off of the canvas, and jams his fingers into CJ's mouth for his patented mandible claw.

PERCY: ITAI CLAW ON O'DONNELL! Someone explain to me what the hell is going on around here!

CAT: It looks like these guys are back in the freakin' match, whether anyone wants them there or not.

Nova watches all of this with a comical expression on her face, but she shrugs, and delivers a stiff roundhouse kick to the back of Zombie's head. He's thrown forwards by the blow, and he tumbles right over to the top rope, and falls to the concrete floor. CJ, who was only being held up by the ropes on the apron, falls to land on the floor beside him. 4Loco and Security come rushing down the ramp, and swarm the two men, finally putting an end to their escapades. Nova looks satisfied, but is caught completely by surprise as Amanda Reynolds yanks her down into a deep school boy pin. A-Ref see's the move, and slides under the bottom rope to start the count.

1...

2...

THRE-KICK OUT!

PERCY: Good Lord, everyone got so distracted by Zombie and O'Donnell that they forgot Amanda Reynolds was there, and she damn near stole this one.

CAT: The look on Nova's face says she remembers her all too well.

Amanda getting to her feet, but Nova is there to meet her, grabbing her by a fistful of hair, and tossing her head between her legs. The fans come to their feet as she signals them with a nod, and she hooks Amanda around the waist. Instead of a powerbomb, however, she flips forwards like a sunset flip, still holding onto Amanda, which causes Reynolds to cut a somersault backwards, only for Nova to land in the pile-driver position, spiking the Tampa Tornado on her skull.

PERCY: NOVACAINE TO REYNOLDS! WONDER HOLDING ONTO THE LEG FOR A PIN!

1...

2...

3!!!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pin fall, NOVA WONDER!!

PERCY: Man, the fans are about to blow the roof off this place! Nova Wonder with a decisive victory here. Not only did she put an end to the all night brawl between O'Donnell and Zombie, but she planted Reynold's in the ground with Novacaine!

CAT: Pretty clear message to Johnny Raike at who she thinks is leaving Bad Moon Rising as the Titans of the Midway Champion.

PERCY: Yeah, and she may very well have credence to feel that way. Wait....what...

CAT: What's going on, Percy?

PERCY: We've got something going on backstage according to our camera crew....

CAT: Well get back there!

The Power Trio of Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad make their way out of the arena and into the talent parking lot. Jackson Mississippi is alive all around them with the sounds of traffic and people out in the roadways trying to catch a glimpse of anyone famous leaving the Coliseum. Calvin and Cross discourse with one another, a few chuckles about their earlier interference costing The BombTrax their chances at the PAW Tag Championships, while Jack Nomad stood aloof, lost in his own dark thoughts. The three reach Cross' limo, when wheels screeching squeal out all around them in the parking deck, drawing their attention to the source. Down at the end of the corner, a familiar white 1966 Pontiac Tempest tears across the parking lot at break neck speed, and skids to a stop right in front of the Limo, not giving it any room to move. The two men that pile out of the Pontiac are The BombTrax, and the expressions on their face say that they have come for blood.

Jack shakes his head, almost disgruntled, and tosses his bag to the ground, rushing out to meet the men head long. Press moves into intercept the man, taking a hard right to the jaw for his trouble. He rolls with the punch, spinning all the way around to waylay Jack with a fist of his own with such force it knocks him up onto the hood of the limo.

Cross and Calvin both go for Youth, but the High Flyer surprises them by baseball sliding between the two of them, and hooking them around the ankles as he goes. With a hard yank, Cross and Calvin are both sent down to the pavement, as Youth kips up to his feet behind them. He rushes in on Cross with boots to the side of his head and neck, while Calvin gets to his knee's and wraps his arms around his assailants waist to throw him off balance.

Press reaches with both hands for Nomad's throat, and when he finds a decent grasp, he latches on causing Jack's eyes to go wide with the sudden loss of air. He thrashes on the hood of the car to fight the big man off, but the PAW Champion will have none of it, lifting Jack up a few feet off the hood only to slam him back down with authority.

Calvin manages to get Youth pulled back long enough for Recoba to gain his feet, and Recoba drives in a few hard kicks to the mans midsection while Harris subdues him. Harris looks over his shoulder to see Press strangling Jack, and he leaves Youth to Cross so that he can aide his ally. He dives through the air to land on Press' back, applying a rear naked choke. Press turns loose of Jack, backing up with Calvin riding his back. He manages to get hand on Calvin's long hair, and he yanks forward at the same time he leans forward, and Harris flies off of his back, and lands painfully on the concrete.

Press has just enough time to look up to see Jack Nomads boot come crashing into the side of his head. Press falls back holding his injured ear, as Jack moves in with a knee to his face. He tries to hook Press arms, looking to go for the Face Breaker, but Youth comes out of no where, diving on the man with repeated forearms that knock him back on that damnable limo hood.

Sirens can be heard off in the distance as Harris gets to his feet. Just as Press straightens his spine, Calvin is there to meet him around the midsection with a spear that knocks the big man back into the Pontiac's rear fender. Cross, having fell back to get his Halliburton, comes rushing at where Calvin has Press momentarily tied up. He raises the Halliburton up to crack it off of Press skull, but Press manages to shove Harris in his direction, throwing him off coarse. Press wades forward, hands up in front of him, and he leads with a jab that catches Cross right in the forehead, snapping his head back. He swings for a right, but Cross ducks it, laying a scathing punch into his ribs as Calvin comes in from Press' blindside, and catches him across the jaw with a jumping knee.

The sirens have gotten louder now, blue lights flashing at the edge of the Mississippi Coliseum as Nomad manages to roll Youth over onto his back, so that he's now the one delivering right hands. Cross and Harris move in once more for a double team to throw Press off, but the big man wisely lunges forward, throwing both arms out at his sides. Cross manages to duck the lariat meant for him, but Harris is struck with a glancing blow that sends him spinning off to the pavement. Press turns around, fist cocked back, ready to throw his next punch, when a loud clear voice bellows out into the night.

VOICE: ALL OF YOU STAND DOWN! THIS IS THE JACKSON POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!

Press froze, a hateful glare still locked on Cross Recoba. Jack Nomad slipped off the limo, his hands already reaching for the sky as if he had been here a few times in his life. Youth slid off as well, leaning against the car, but his hands going up. Calvin picked himself up off the asphalt, and shook his head in disbelief as he held his hands out in front of him. Cross smirked at the champion, making the need to hurt him that much more urgent, but Press found himself grinding h is teeth as he turned around, his fist already uncurling into an open palm.

More cop cars appeared behind them, boxing the entire area in, and flooding the parking lot with the boys in blue. They move in expertly, their tasers aimed at the bruised and battered superstars. An officer comes in from behind each one of them, yanking their hands down behind their back, and applying their hand cuffs to the wrist. They lead the combatants towards separate cars just as Lady Munin, Ji, 4Loco, and lawyer, Todd Reid, come bustling out of one of the side doors of the Mississippi Coliseum.

Lady Munin looked to a clearly dumbfounded Reid.

LADY MUNIN: Well now would be a good time for you to step in. Otherwise there will be no main event at Bad Moon Rising

TODD REID: But, I....

POLICE OFFICER: You can file your complaint, injunction, or whatever in the morning when the magistrate arrives. For right now, we're taking these guys in to cool off. We appreciate the business you guys draw, but we can't have this spilling over into the streets.

With that the five men are lead in different directions, each placed in the back of a cop car and read their rights. The blue lights of the Jackson PD flood the camera as they pass by, leaving the four PAW staff standing on the curb. The scene fades as Lady Munin casts Todd Reid a serious look, and then moves to the PAW logo, and then fade to black.

WICKED - DVD Taping #16 - From Jackson, MS 08/04/2016

Post by The BombTrax on Jul 20, 2016 23:12:01 GMT

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