Post by The BombTrax on Jul 22, 2016 3:45:45 GMT
Live From The Prather Coliseum
Natchitoches, LA
Thursday, July 21st, 2016 at 10 pm CST
Pure Amusement Wrestling
Proudly Presents:
DVD SPECIAL FEATURES
Tag Match
The Original Carnies versus The Lost Boyz
DVD SPECIAL FEATURES
Tag Match
The Original Carnies versus The Lost Boyz
The Original Carnies, Redrum and Nirvana, made it to the ring, where the Lost Boyz were waiting for them, without incident. The match started off with Redrum and Pan, and the two went through a few chain wrestling scenarios that ended with Redrum on top working the arm. A clothesline and an elbow drop later, he quickly tagged in the big man, and The Midnight King went to work with a series of strong head butts that sent Pan down to the mat every time. Finally, he sent him off the ropes, and when he rebounded, caught him in his patented Bear Hug, to which Pan cried out in pain. Finally having had enough, Rufio enter the ring and forearmed Nirvana from behind, breaking the hold. The Masked Phenom took a swing at this interloper, but the smaller Rufio used speed to duck under the blows, and eventually nailed Nirvana with a few drop kicks that knocked him to the mat.
A-Ref got Rufio out of the ring, and Pan crawled over to make the tag at the same time Nirvana slapped Redrum's hand. Redrum came in hot, ducking a Yakuza Kick by Rufio, and catching him around the head on the way through with a falling neck breaker. Rufio managed to kick out of the pin attempt that followed, and Redrum brought him up to a sitting position, and applied a simple chin lock. Rufio managed to make it back up to his feet while in the chin lock, and rocketed three elbows into The Deranged Clowns midsection. He fell back into the ropes, and when Redrum finally caught his breath, he ate a Spinning Wheel Kick that took him down to the mat.
Rufio quickly made the tag to Pan, who hopped to the top rope, and caught Redrum with a High Cross Body followed by a pin. Redrum kicked out, and Pan was quickly on him with a few serious kicks to the midsection, and then a rolling thunder senton. He went for the pin once more, and this time Redrum barely got out at two and a half. Pan tagged his partner back in, and the two shot Redrum off the ropes, and nailed him with a double super kick. With Redrum seemingly out of it, Rufio taunted The Midnight King on the ring apron causing him to come into the ring. A-Ref cut him off, however, giving The Lost Boyz ample time to continue their double team of Redrum. They were able to pull this type of tactic three more times without being caught. Finally, with Pan back in the ring, he prepared to put the Clown away with a German Suplex. Miraculously, Redrum was able to block the lift, performed a standing switch, and gave Pan a super wedgie instead. Pan fell to the mat grabbing his crotch in pain, while Redrum fell, unable to capitalize on his reversal. The two crawled to their perspective corners, and just as Pan made the tag to Rufio, Nirvana got the slap of the hand.
The Midnight King thundered into the ring with stiff clotheslines to both Lost Boyz, one which actually sent Pan sailing from the ring to the outside. Rufio tried to use this distraction to hop onto Nirvana's back and put on a sleeper hold, but The Midnight King would have none of it, flipping Rufio onto the mat in front of him. As Rufio tried to get back to his feet, Nirvana brought his hands together, popping both of Rufio's ears. The Lost Boy stumbled around the ring holding his injured head, and turned around just in time to walk into another Bear Hug. The Masked Phenom was relentless as he shook Rufio like a rag doll, and the pressure became so much that Rufio eventually tapped.
WINNERS: THE ORIGINAL CARNIES
After the match, while Nirvana celebrated his victory, Redrum entered the ring and spun his partner around. His face paint was all but gone as he chastised the big man about allowing The Lost Boyz to trick him through out the match so that he would get double teamed. Nirvana and Redrum have some heated words, until finally Redrum turns and slips through the ropes to go to the back, leaving The Midnight King to watch him go in Bewilderment.
The announce team has disappeared for a brief intermission, and when the cameras shift over to the ring, there is a custom desk with the PAW Logo on the front, along with a comfortable looking chair positioned on one side of the squared circle. On the other side is a plush sofa, a few decorative potted plants, and a sign made up of hundreds of light bulbs that read 'The Box Office'. The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' comes across the speakers, and the sign in the ring flashes to life, along with a montage on the screen above the ramp way of tickets being tacked off of a roll. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they already know what to expect from the cocksure owner of the sign and song.
The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain, wearing a neatly pressed Armani suit, with a brown leather brief case in one hand, and a cane in the other. He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd, instinctively clutching the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, albeit slower because of the use of his cane, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.
He makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, and smiles at his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes. He steps over to the desk and sets his briefcase down, grabbing up one of the three microphones sitting upon the surface. The lights remain dim everywhere else in the arena, except for directly over the ring where Cross Recoba prepares to address the PAW Universe.
CROSS RECOBA: Welcome to yet another edition of The Box Office!
Recoba expects cheers from the cheap mention but receives nothing but jeers
CROSS RECOBA: The highlight of your week…for me, it’s a Thursday and this is a contractual obligation, but for you…YOU PEOPLE…it’s the chance to hear from one of the stars of Pure Amusement Wrestling! I’ve given you Luke Knux in concert, I’ve given you drama, I even gave you…Press…
Recoba lets the name trail into the silence, clearly unhappy that he has to mention the guy who was responsible for the cane and the limp.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, tonight’s guest is one that EVERYONE has an opinion on. Someone who has proven not once, but twice, that they’re one of the brightest lights in the company! I’d drag out the introductory formalities but I’ll be honest, I’m on a flat fee. Ladies and Welfare cheats…put your hands together for JOHNNY RAIKE!
The familiar sounds of "Pure Morning" begin to play over the airwaves only for a record scratch to sound and electro house music to begin blaring. As Raike steps into the stage it becomes clear that new music is not the only change, a sparkly dark green skirt replacing his bike shorts, matching kickpads over striped green and white stockings, his championship belt over his shoulder
Raike waves and throws air kisses to the crowd, appreciating the cheers of the PAW faithful. As he slides under the ring he takes a second to dip low and show off his shapely butt, before walking to the center of the ring and accepting a Mic.
CROSS RECOBA: That’s a hell of a new song there, Johnny, tell me about it – was it on in Hot Topic when you picked up that skirt?
JOHNNY: Well, since this isn't two-thousand-and-four and I'm not a depressed teenager, no. This is all me, bought the fabric at Mood, did all the snipping, cutting and folding, and Damn.
Johnny gives a little wiggle in his skirt. Recoba exaggeratedly rolls his eyes knowing he really only brought this on himself.
JOHNNY: Plus, people just don't seem to understand me these days. I thought I was being clear, but if I can make it a bit clearer, why not. It's what makes me the Sissyboy Saviour. Though, I am taking suggestions for what the ass should say.
CROSS RECOBA: How does it feel to be, so far, the only multi-time champion in Pure Amusement History?
JOHNNY: To tell it honest, a little bittersweet. I left Heat Stroke with the title; I showed Calvin Harris just why you don't challenge my sexy little ass to a last man standing match when everything is legal. But even with a pair of championship wins under my belt, even at the top of the rankings, I'm still not number one contender. And I do so want not just the Pure Amusement championship, but also that money. I've got a real estate thing, but that's neither here nor there.
The camera cuts to Cross’ briefcase before going back to Raike
JOHNNY: Don't get me wrong, I'm damn proud of myself, and I'm going to scratch and claw to keep this belt. Nova Wonder better not think I'm looking past her, I'm certainly not. She's going to learn why I'm the double champ!
CROSS RECOBA: Now, I’ve fed you a couple of puffball questions – how does it feel, as a Social Justice Warrior….don’t worry, I won’t ask you about Milo…to have to realize that the belt around your shoulder's top contender is a girl?
Johnny sighs and rolls his eyes before answering.
JOHNNY: I'm disappointed in you, Cross. I don't care about what sex the other person is, though judging on who she has sex with, Nova Wonder is a terrible judge of character. No, girl, boy, inter, agender, and everything else- bring it on. What matters is that whoever comes at me, they have to be ready to transgress. I've been trying to be a better person, but when we get out on the Midway, and we will be out on the Midway, gloves are off. I become that Hellcat I talk so much about. So it means fuck all to me that the next one up to fight me has the proverbial axe wound between her legs. She'll get it just like everyone else who dances with me; hard, fast, forceful and sweaty.
Johnny pauses to flash a grin and a wink.
JOHNNY: I want everyone to know that for as long as I hold this belt, I will do all I can to defend it on the Midway. The Midway represents this company, it's grown as we have. And as one of the first booth owners, I find it near and dear to my sadistic little heart. Hell, there's buildings I still haven’t jumped off of or thrown someone from. I got personal goals Cross. See how far I can lawn dart a hundred-ish pound person is really high on that list, and not just when I'm really high.
CROSS RECOBA: So, you’re confident you’ll be walking into the next supershow with that bit of gold around you waist still?
JOHNNY RAIKE: Honey, I'm always confident. Most of us are, you know that. What I am is stubborn and willful. And no matter what the angle of attack is, I'm going to fight you. Let me let that loose in the playground that is the Midway? Yeah, I give me pretty damn good odds at any half decent bookie. Don't trust anyone in Atlantic City, but you probably already know that. Now, Cross, usually I would love to sit and self congratulate all day, but I've got some measurements to take yet before this makeover is done.
Raike hands the mic off with an air kiss, before back flip exiting the ring and heading back up the ramp to the sound of Lords of Acid's "Long Johns," smiling and laughing all the way.
A-Ref got Rufio out of the ring, and Pan crawled over to make the tag at the same time Nirvana slapped Redrum's hand. Redrum came in hot, ducking a Yakuza Kick by Rufio, and catching him around the head on the way through with a falling neck breaker. Rufio managed to kick out of the pin attempt that followed, and Redrum brought him up to a sitting position, and applied a simple chin lock. Rufio managed to make it back up to his feet while in the chin lock, and rocketed three elbows into The Deranged Clowns midsection. He fell back into the ropes, and when Redrum finally caught his breath, he ate a Spinning Wheel Kick that took him down to the mat.
Rufio quickly made the tag to Pan, who hopped to the top rope, and caught Redrum with a High Cross Body followed by a pin. Redrum kicked out, and Pan was quickly on him with a few serious kicks to the midsection, and then a rolling thunder senton. He went for the pin once more, and this time Redrum barely got out at two and a half. Pan tagged his partner back in, and the two shot Redrum off the ropes, and nailed him with a double super kick. With Redrum seemingly out of it, Rufio taunted The Midnight King on the ring apron causing him to come into the ring. A-Ref cut him off, however, giving The Lost Boyz ample time to continue their double team of Redrum. They were able to pull this type of tactic three more times without being caught. Finally, with Pan back in the ring, he prepared to put the Clown away with a German Suplex. Miraculously, Redrum was able to block the lift, performed a standing switch, and gave Pan a super wedgie instead. Pan fell to the mat grabbing his crotch in pain, while Redrum fell, unable to capitalize on his reversal. The two crawled to their perspective corners, and just as Pan made the tag to Rufio, Nirvana got the slap of the hand.
The Midnight King thundered into the ring with stiff clotheslines to both Lost Boyz, one which actually sent Pan sailing from the ring to the outside. Rufio tried to use this distraction to hop onto Nirvana's back and put on a sleeper hold, but The Midnight King would have none of it, flipping Rufio onto the mat in front of him. As Rufio tried to get back to his feet, Nirvana brought his hands together, popping both of Rufio's ears. The Lost Boy stumbled around the ring holding his injured head, and turned around just in time to walk into another Bear Hug. The Masked Phenom was relentless as he shook Rufio like a rag doll, and the pressure became so much that Rufio eventually tapped.
WINNERS: THE ORIGINAL CARNIES
After the match, while Nirvana celebrated his victory, Redrum entered the ring and spun his partner around. His face paint was all but gone as he chastised the big man about allowing The Lost Boyz to trick him through out the match so that he would get double teamed. Nirvana and Redrum have some heated words, until finally Redrum turns and slips through the ropes to go to the back, leaving The Midnight King to watch him go in Bewilderment.
THE BOX OFFICE
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Contract Signing: Nova Wonder & Johnny Raike
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Contract Signing: Nova Wonder & Johnny Raike
The announce team has disappeared for a brief intermission, and when the cameras shift over to the ring, there is a custom desk with the PAW Logo on the front, along with a comfortable looking chair positioned on one side of the squared circle. On the other side is a plush sofa, a few decorative potted plants, and a sign made up of hundreds of light bulbs that read 'The Box Office'. The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' comes across the speakers, and the sign in the ring flashes to life, along with a montage on the screen above the ramp way of tickets being tacked off of a roll. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they already know what to expect from the cocksure owner of the sign and song.
The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain, wearing a neatly pressed Armani suit, with a brown leather brief case in one hand, and a cane in the other. He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd, instinctively clutching the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, albeit slower because of the use of his cane, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.
He makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, and smiles at his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes. He steps over to the desk and sets his briefcase down, grabbing up one of the three microphones sitting upon the surface. The lights remain dim everywhere else in the arena, except for directly over the ring where Cross Recoba prepares to address the PAW Universe.
CROSS RECOBA: Welcome to yet another edition of The Box Office!
Recoba expects cheers from the cheap mention but receives nothing but jeers
CROSS RECOBA: The highlight of your week…for me, it’s a Thursday and this is a contractual obligation, but for you…YOU PEOPLE…it’s the chance to hear from one of the stars of Pure Amusement Wrestling! I’ve given you Luke Knux in concert, I’ve given you drama, I even gave you…Press…
Recoba lets the name trail into the silence, clearly unhappy that he has to mention the guy who was responsible for the cane and the limp.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, tonight’s guest is one that EVERYONE has an opinion on. Someone who has proven not once, but twice, that they’re one of the brightest lights in the company! I’d drag out the introductory formalities but I’ll be honest, I’m on a flat fee. Ladies and Welfare cheats…put your hands together for JOHNNY RAIKE!
The familiar sounds of "Pure Morning" begin to play over the airwaves only for a record scratch to sound and electro house music to begin blaring. As Raike steps into the stage it becomes clear that new music is not the only change, a sparkly dark green skirt replacing his bike shorts, matching kickpads over striped green and white stockings, his championship belt over his shoulder
In mini skirts dancing in his high heel shoes
Drunk as a lord wlth a belly full of booze
He rules the floor, he's a well respected guest
And they enjoy that he loves to be crossdressed
Raike waves and throws air kisses to the crowd, appreciating the cheers of the PAW faithful. As he slides under the ring he takes a second to dip low and show off his shapely butt, before walking to the center of the ring and accepting a Mic.
CROSS RECOBA: That’s a hell of a new song there, Johnny, tell me about it – was it on in Hot Topic when you picked up that skirt?
JOHNNY: Well, since this isn't two-thousand-and-four and I'm not a depressed teenager, no. This is all me, bought the fabric at Mood, did all the snipping, cutting and folding, and Damn.
Johnny gives a little wiggle in his skirt. Recoba exaggeratedly rolls his eyes knowing he really only brought this on himself.
JOHNNY: Plus, people just don't seem to understand me these days. I thought I was being clear, but if I can make it a bit clearer, why not. It's what makes me the Sissyboy Saviour. Though, I am taking suggestions for what the ass should say.
CROSS RECOBA: How does it feel to be, so far, the only multi-time champion in Pure Amusement History?
JOHNNY: To tell it honest, a little bittersweet. I left Heat Stroke with the title; I showed Calvin Harris just why you don't challenge my sexy little ass to a last man standing match when everything is legal. But even with a pair of championship wins under my belt, even at the top of the rankings, I'm still not number one contender. And I do so want not just the Pure Amusement championship, but also that money. I've got a real estate thing, but that's neither here nor there.
The camera cuts to Cross’ briefcase before going back to Raike
JOHNNY: Don't get me wrong, I'm damn proud of myself, and I'm going to scratch and claw to keep this belt. Nova Wonder better not think I'm looking past her, I'm certainly not. She's going to learn why I'm the double champ!
CROSS RECOBA: Now, I’ve fed you a couple of puffball questions – how does it feel, as a Social Justice Warrior….don’t worry, I won’t ask you about Milo…to have to realize that the belt around your shoulder's top contender is a girl?
Johnny sighs and rolls his eyes before answering.
JOHNNY: I'm disappointed in you, Cross. I don't care about what sex the other person is, though judging on who she has sex with, Nova Wonder is a terrible judge of character. No, girl, boy, inter, agender, and everything else- bring it on. What matters is that whoever comes at me, they have to be ready to transgress. I've been trying to be a better person, but when we get out on the Midway, and we will be out on the Midway, gloves are off. I become that Hellcat I talk so much about. So it means fuck all to me that the next one up to fight me has the proverbial axe wound between her legs. She'll get it just like everyone else who dances with me; hard, fast, forceful and sweaty.
Johnny pauses to flash a grin and a wink.
JOHNNY: I want everyone to know that for as long as I hold this belt, I will do all I can to defend it on the Midway. The Midway represents this company, it's grown as we have. And as one of the first booth owners, I find it near and dear to my sadistic little heart. Hell, there's buildings I still haven’t jumped off of or thrown someone from. I got personal goals Cross. See how far I can lawn dart a hundred-ish pound person is really high on that list, and not just when I'm really high.
CROSS RECOBA: So, you’re confident you’ll be walking into the next supershow with that bit of gold around you waist still?
JOHNNY RAIKE: Honey, I'm always confident. Most of us are, you know that. What I am is stubborn and willful. And no matter what the angle of attack is, I'm going to fight you. Let me let that loose in the playground that is the Midway? Yeah, I give me pretty damn good odds at any half decent bookie. Don't trust anyone in Atlantic City, but you probably already know that. Now, Cross, usually I would love to sit and self congratulate all day, but I've got some measurements to take yet before this makeover is done.
Raike hands the mic off with an air kiss, before back flip exiting the ring and heading back up the ramp to the sound of Lords of Acid's "Long Johns," smiling and laughing all the way.