WICKED - DVD Taping - Bad Moon Rising (Part 1) 08/18/2016
Aug 19, 2016 4:05:20 GMT
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Live from The Pure Arena
Purity, LA
Thursday, August 18th, 2016 at 10 pm CST
Purity, LA
Thursday, August 18th, 2016 at 10 pm CST
Pure Amusement Wrestling
Proudly Presents:
The WICKED logo fades, and a low harsh chord cries out into the darkness, and as it comes to a winding end, piano and a deep dark voice accompany the words on the screen.Proudly Presents:
A shot of Press appears on the screen in freeze frame, his mouth open in a roar, eyes intense, the PAW Championship thrust over his head.
I SEE TROUBLE ON THE WAY...
A shot of Calvin Harris in freeze frame just after his unbelievable Hell In A Cell victory at Heat Stroke, covered in his own blood and the blood of his enemy, but still managing to cast the camera that cocky grin.
A shot of Johnny Raike in freeze frame walking down to the ring in a commanding presence, one hand casually caressing the Titans of the Midway Championship.
A shot of Nova Wonder in freeze frame, as she looks down from the ring on Alexandra Kelly with a confident smile after her victory in the Sixteen Man Battle Royal at Heat Stroke.
Another mirage in the water, this time encapsulating the end of the Press and CJ O'Donnell match, where Press just avoided an Irish Knowledge running knee, only to drive CJ into the mat with a Press Release Powerbomb.
PERCY: CJ O'DONNEL WITH IRISH KNOWLE-NO! Press side stepped, CJ turns around, boot the midsection, tuck of the head...PRESS RELEASE POWERBOMB! JESUS, O'DONNELL JUST SPIKED OFF THE CANVAS!
CAT: Like I said, murder.
The crowd goes wild as Press drops to his knees, and hooks CJ's leg deep for the cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: THAT'S IT! HE DID IT! Press retained the championship!
The image returns to the rushing waters once more, the rolling tide majestically sliding across the screen as the cryptic voice returns.
As the voice fades and the song reaches it's chorus once more, the dark waters begin to bubble as something emerges like a giant from the seas. A pale light shines up from the waters onto the creature, and as more and more of the incandescent glow catches it's form, it is slowly revealed to be Press. Head tilted down, he looks through wet hanging hair with baleful eyes, before bringing his two massive arms up out of the water to thrust the PAW Heavyweight Championship into the air. The focus moves past the giant's head to focus on the Championship as it takes on the form of the moon hanging in the sky, and in a bright blinding flash, the scene cuts to the Bad Moon Rising banner.
I SEE EARTHQUAKES AND LIGHTNIN'...
A shot of Johnny Raike in freeze frame walking down to the ring in a commanding presence, one hand casually caressing the Titans of the Midway Championship.
I SEE THOSE BAD TIMES TODAY...
A shot of Nova Wonder in freeze frame, as she looks down from the ring on Alexandra Kelly with a confident smile after her victory in the Sixteen Man Battle Royal at Heat Stroke.
DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
WELL IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE...
"Tonight, on August 18th of 2016, a Bad Moon Will Rise over Pure Amusement Wrestling, and what happens in these next few moments will leave all involved changed for all time. Some of them realize the challenges they face, and all of them are willing to do whatever it takes to make their dreams happen."
WELL IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE...
The words fade out as the song continues to play, and the black screen becomes the Louisiana coast line at night, the waves crashing against the breakers. The camera suddenly swings to the left, and begins to rush across the dark waters as they ripple under view.
"Tonight, on August 18th of 2016, a Bad Moon Will Rise over Pure Amusement Wrestling, and what happens in these next few moments will leave all involved changed for all time. Some of them realize the challenges they face, and all of them are willing to do whatever it takes to make their dreams happen."
An image appears in the waters depths as if a mirage, one of Calvin Harris at Heat Stroke, performing a death defying shooting star press off the side of Hell In A Cell, only to come crashing down on the body of Johnny Raike who lay across the announce table.
CROWD: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
PERCY: OH....MY....GOD!!
CAT: What you guys said....
CROWD: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
PERCY: OH....MY....GOD!!
CAT: What you guys said....
"And while some men will do whatever it takes to make their dreams happen, there are others that have become proficient in making sure that those dreams are aborted."
Another mirage in the water, this time encapsulating the end of the Press and CJ O'Donnell match, where Press just avoided an Irish Knowledge running knee, only to drive CJ into the mat with a Press Release Powerbomb.
PERCY: CJ O'DONNEL WITH IRISH KNOWLE-NO! Press side stepped, CJ turns around, boot the midsection, tuck of the head...PRESS RELEASE POWERBOMB! JESUS, O'DONNELL JUST SPIKED OFF THE CANVAS!
CAT: Like I said, murder.
The crowd goes wild as Press drops to his knees, and hooks CJ's leg deep for the cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: THAT'S IT! HE DID IT! Press retained the championship!
The image returns to the rushing waters once more, the rolling tide majestically sliding across the screen as the cryptic voice returns.
"Hurricane winds are blowing here in PAW, the end is coming soon.
The rivers are over flowing, and I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
The rivers are over flowing, and I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Tonight, a Bad Moon IS Rising, and for one of these men, it's bound to take their life."
As the voice fades and the song reaches it's chorus once more, the dark waters begin to bubble as something emerges like a giant from the seas. A pale light shines up from the waters onto the creature, and as more and more of the incandescent glow catches it's form, it is slowly revealed to be Press. Head tilted down, he looks through wet hanging hair with baleful eyes, before bringing his two massive arms up out of the water to thrust the PAW Heavyweight Championship into the air. The focus moves past the giant's head to focus on the Championship as it takes on the form of the moon hanging in the sky, and in a bright blinding flash, the scene cuts to the Bad Moon Rising banner.
“Bad Moon Rising” as covered by Morning Ritual is still playing when the cameras reach inside the Pure Arena, revealing a capacity crowd, some spilling out of their seats. The scene pans from the crowd to the ring, running up the ramp to the stage, where an explosion of pyro goes off igniting a huge reaction from the crowd, until finally the focus of the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord wearing a snazzy plaid tux with a bow tie, and Caitlin Casey in a teal colored evening gown.
PERCY: Welcome everyone to The Pure Arena in Purity, Louisiana and this jam packed crowd that is busting right out the doors. I am Percival Banion Chord, and this is my partner for the evening, Caitlin Casey, and this, my friends, is BAD MOON RISING!
CAT: That's right, Percy, and this place is about ready to explode. We've got to be breaking some fire codes or something! And this isn't even all of them. The Amphitheater is packed to the gills as well!
PERCY: That's because everyone here knows what's at stake later on tonight, Caitlin, and they all wanted to be here live to be apart of it. Press and Calvin Harris are going to go head to head for the PAW Heavyweight Championship, but we got Hot Action even before the Main Event can get underway with Nova Wonder challenging Johnny Raike for the Titans of the Midway Championship out there in the park!
CAT: Yeah, and we are going to crown the first ever PAW Tag Team Champions tonight! Damn, that reminds me, Raike's pulling double duty! I hope that doesn't hurt his chances at defending.
PERCY: You have to believe it will, Cat. We have Grudge Matches galore here tonight, when Jack Nomad finally gets his hands on the slippery Shadow, and there are NO RULES!
CAT: Damn right, and Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O'Donnell are finally going to get to settle the score once and for all on who's going to end who's career, as they will take each other on in a submission match!
PERCY: And this one right here, folks, is my sleeper match of the night to steal the show. Flaming Youth of The BombTrax and Cross Recoba of The Power Trio will go one on one for the first time ever here in PAW!
CAT: You might be right, Percy, but I think you're forgetting that we're going to have a frickin' Bear in the ring when Nirvana and his Wrestling Bear Boris take on Redrum in a handicap match. The loser has to take a bump back down to Enhancement talent.
PERCY: God, folks...this is a huge card, and an even bigger event. I say we don't wait any further, and start this damn thing!
CAT: We're with you, Percy! OPENING MATCH HERE WE COME!
PERCY: Welcome everyone to The Pure Arena in Purity, Louisiana and this jam packed crowd that is busting right out the doors. I am Percival Banion Chord, and this is my partner for the evening, Caitlin Casey, and this, my friends, is BAD MOON RISING!
CAT: That's right, Percy, and this place is about ready to explode. We've got to be breaking some fire codes or something! And this isn't even all of them. The Amphitheater is packed to the gills as well!
PERCY: That's because everyone here knows what's at stake later on tonight, Caitlin, and they all wanted to be here live to be apart of it. Press and Calvin Harris are going to go head to head for the PAW Heavyweight Championship, but we got Hot Action even before the Main Event can get underway with Nova Wonder challenging Johnny Raike for the Titans of the Midway Championship out there in the park!
CAT: Yeah, and we are going to crown the first ever PAW Tag Team Champions tonight! Damn, that reminds me, Raike's pulling double duty! I hope that doesn't hurt his chances at defending.
PERCY: You have to believe it will, Cat. We have Grudge Matches galore here tonight, when Jack Nomad finally gets his hands on the slippery Shadow, and there are NO RULES!
CAT: Damn right, and Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O'Donnell are finally going to get to settle the score once and for all on who's going to end who's career, as they will take each other on in a submission match!
PERCY: And this one right here, folks, is my sleeper match of the night to steal the show. Flaming Youth of The BombTrax and Cross Recoba of The Power Trio will go one on one for the first time ever here in PAW!
CAT: You might be right, Percy, but I think you're forgetting that we're going to have a frickin' Bear in the ring when Nirvana and his Wrestling Bear Boris take on Redrum in a handicap match. The loser has to take a bump back down to Enhancement talent.
PERCY: God, folks...this is a huge card, and an even bigger event. I say we don't wait any further, and start this damn thing!
CAT: We're with you, Percy! OPENING MATCH HERE WE COME!
Opening Bout
{Grudge Match}
Handicap Match
(Loser Leaves The Active Roster)
Redrum versus Nirvana and Boris
PERCY: Alright, we have a bear coming to the ring next, Cat. How do you feel about that?
CAT: ...............
PERCY: Well, alright then. Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Opening Bout of the evening, and is a Handicap match scheduled for one fall or submission....
"Instant Major Felony" By The Goddamn Gallows hits and after the intro plays out REDЯUM rides out from the back with a great big smile across his lips. He is sat upon a tiny tricycle that has an array of colorful balloons tied to the handle. He waves out to the crowd as he laughs and honks the tiny clown horn on the tricycle. He then takes a big push and begins rolling to the ring, smiling like a happy kid on the way there.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 190 pounds, and hailing from he Creature Feature Odditorium.....He is 'THE SULTAN OF STRANGE' REDRUM!
REDЯUM makes it to the ring before he stops and takes the balloons and the horn off of the tricycle before walking around the ring, handing balloons to little kids and slapping hands. He rolls into the ring and stands up before chasing the referee around the ring wildly flailing his arms. The referee does a lap before jumping out of the ring. REDЯUM laughs as he hops on the top rope and waves out to the crowd, laughing as he takes off his ring jacket and sits on the top rope and bounces, waiting to unleash his silly antics.
PERCY: Well, Redrum looks really happy to be here considering the heinous sneak attack he pulled on Nirvana at WICKED#16.
CAT: I bet that fool won't be laughing when that bear gets out here. Are they gonna provide us a protective cage or something?
Before Percy can say anything, 'Orgasmatron' by Sepultura
blares over the PA system, and immediately Nirvana appears at the top of the ramp with a chain wrapped around his forearm. The fans immediately go wild as he gives the chain a little tug, and Boris, The Wrestling Bear, lumbers out onto the stage. Nirvana nods towards the ring at Redrum, who watches all of this wide eyed and cautious. The Midnight King smirks inside of his mask, and begins down the ramp towards the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 998 pounds, and hailing from Parts Unknown, Texas.....They are 'The Midnight King' Nirvana, Boris 'The Wrestling Bear', THE ORIGINAL CARNIES!!
Nirvana and Boris continue towards the ring, as Redrum gets in Rhonda's face about using that moniker to describe the two. Visibly upset, Redrum paces as Nirvana reaches ringside, and leads Boris around to their corner. Upon command, the bear uses the steps to climb up on the ring apron, and then stands on it's hind legs, using the top ropes to support his upper body. Nirvana rolls under the bottom rope, and comes up, taking the chain from around Boris' collar. The Midnight King hands the chain off to an attendee, and just as he's about to turn into the ring, Redrum closes the distance to leap upon the man with clubbing forearms. Boris roars in protest, and the bell sounds as Redrum leads Nirvana towards the center of the ring.
PERCY: Redrum taking the fight to Nirvana right out of the gate, and I guess he knows that he has to if he has any prayer of winning this one.
CAT: .........
Redrum manages to get the stunned Nirvana out to the center of the ring, where he reaches up and snapmares him down to the canvas ending with the big man in a seated position. The deranged clown takes off for a bump against the ropes, and thunders back with a low drop kick that catches The Masked Phenom right in the face. Nirvana slams down to the mat, and Redrum scrambles for a quick cover.
1...
2...
Nirvana doesn't so much kick out as he tosses Redrum clear off of him, and the clown lands on his feet, returning to the masked man with stomps to the back of his head as he tries to get to vertical. Eventually Nirvana gets to his feet, and Redrum switches tactics, hooking him around the head to try and go for a suplex. As he lifts, it's obvious that he's not going to be able to get Nirvana into the air, and the big man grabs him by the tights and delivers a beautiful vertical suplex of his own. Redrum grips at his back as Nirvana gets to his feet, the first time since the bell rang that he didn't have the deranged clown breathing down his neck. Redrum moves to get to his feet, and Nirvana helps him a bit, pushing him into the ropes, and tossing him to the other side. Redrum comes rebounding back towards the Midnight King, and he steps to the side, and swings into him with a massive chop that sends Redrum crashing to the mat. The crowd 'wooos' while Nirvana reaches down, and jerks Redrum back to his feet. From there he scoops up the clown, and plants him dead center of the ring with a body slam. From there he points to Boris, and the fans blow the roof off the arena.
PERCY: Well, it looks like we're about to see what Boris can do!
CAT: ............
Nirvana starts to make his way towards Boris, but Redrum manages to scramble to his feet and leaps onto the Midnight King's back, locking him up in a sleeper hold. Nirvana stumbles around, reaching for the rope, but Redrum kicks his legs, causing Nirvana to arch backwards away from his salvation. Redrum's arms flex to the point of bursting, and his eyes are that of a madman, causing some of the fans to boo as Nirvana drops to one knee. Jerking his body back and forth, and in turn, grinding his arms on The Masked Phenom's throat, Nirvana's eyes begin to fade in his mask. Just when A-Ref reaches down to check his status, The Midnight Suddenly gets to his feet, lifts Redrum up into the air, and falls straight down into a side suplex. Both men crash to the mat, and lie their for a moment stunned.
PERCY: Nirvana creates the separation, but he's really gasping for air. I think he's the one that's used to taking the breath out of his opponents.
CAT: ............
PERCY: CAITLIN! There's a match taking place in the ring! What the hell is wrong with you?
CAT: ......Bbbbbbbbbeeeeaarrrrrr..........
PERCY: Oh, for the love of Ike. Seriously?
Nirvana rolls over onto his stomach, and begins to crawl towards his corner, where amazingly, Boris has one massive paw (OOC: Guffaw) extended over the top rope. Redrum gets to his feet in a daze, and he stumbles around the ring for a second before looking over and seeing how close Nirvana is to making the tag to Boris. He rushes over in a panic, grabbing hold of Nirvana by the boot, and yanking with all his might to drag him back towards the center of the ring.
PERCY: Redrum trying to keep Boris out of the ring, but Nirvana just rolled over onto his back, and kicked Redrum away! Redrum answers back with a back elbow down onto Nirvana's spine, and back up, and drops another one! Redrum stepping over to a neutral corner, and comes off now with a knee drop straight to the back of Nirvana's head! He's rolling him over for the pin!
CAT: .............
1...
2...
Nirvana kicks out at two, and Redrum pops up off the canvas to yell at A-Ref about a slow count. The referee claps his hands twice, and Redrum waves him off to help Nirvana back to his feet. He tosses the big man towards the ropes, but Nirvana reverses it, sending the clown instead. Redrum rebounds and ducks the back elbow, and then the chop attempt. Finally on the third round, Nirvana lowers his head for a back body drop, but Redrum catches him with a swinging neck breaker instead. He slides on top for the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THR-NO! Nirvana getting the shoulder up, but it was close. Redrum might have a chance here if he hits just one more big move.
CAT: ...........
The Deranged Clown gets up to his feet and heads for one of the abandoned corners, and slips out onto the ring apron to climb up to the top. Once perched on the turnbuckle, he lets out a loud laugh just before leaping off with a somersault leg drop. Unfortunately for him, Nirvana rolls out of the way at the last second, leaving only his ass and the canvas to impact. Redrum's mouth hangs open in surprise and pain as he reaches for his rear, while his opponent continues rolling until he ends up in his corner to make the unlikely tag. The fans go nuts.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! Nirvana made the tag, and Boris is getting into the ring through the middle and top rope! He's standing now...good god....this is TERRIFYING!
CAT: ...............
Redrum gets up rubbing his rear, unaware of the giant standing behind him. The fans cheer wildly, and he looks around in confusion before slowly turning around to walk right into Boris' underbelly. Two massive paws wrap around the deranged clown, and he claws and fights to no avail, buried in the fur or the mammoth. The fans are still going bananas when, suddenly, Redrum's body goes limp in Boris' clutches.
PERCY: I....I THINK REDRUM FAINTED! The terror was just too much for him, and he literally passed out in the most appropriate hold possible for this situation. A bear hug!
CAT: ...............
A-Ref steps over to check on the clown, and when he lifts his arm, it falls limply to his side like a dead fish. A-Ref shakes his head, and then calls for the bell, and Nirvana is back in the ring in a flash to force Boris to break his hold. Redrum hit's the mat lifelessly, completely comatose after the experience, as Nirvana leads Boris around the ring in celebration.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this contest, NIRVANA AND BORIS THE WRESTLING BEAR....THE ORIGINAL CARNIES!!
PERCY: My God, what a match! If this is a prelude of things to come, I can only imagine what could happen next! I guess it's a bitter pill to swallow for Redrum, especially with WICKED being scheduled to go Live on the Circle Television Network in two weeks. But, hey, at least we still have The Midnight King!
CAT: ..................
PERCY: Well, folks, while my partner has a nervous break down, why don't we go see what might be happening in the back?
CAT: ...............
PERCY: Well, alright then. Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Opening Bout of the evening, and is a Handicap match scheduled for one fall or submission....
"Instant Major Felony" By The Goddamn Gallows hits and after the intro plays out REDЯUM rides out from the back with a great big smile across his lips. He is sat upon a tiny tricycle that has an array of colorful balloons tied to the handle. He waves out to the crowd as he laughs and honks the tiny clown horn on the tricycle. He then takes a big push and begins rolling to the ring, smiling like a happy kid on the way there.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 190 pounds, and hailing from he Creature Feature Odditorium.....He is 'THE SULTAN OF STRANGE' REDRUM!
REDЯUM makes it to the ring before he stops and takes the balloons and the horn off of the tricycle before walking around the ring, handing balloons to little kids and slapping hands. He rolls into the ring and stands up before chasing the referee around the ring wildly flailing his arms. The referee does a lap before jumping out of the ring. REDЯUM laughs as he hops on the top rope and waves out to the crowd, laughing as he takes off his ring jacket and sits on the top rope and bounces, waiting to unleash his silly antics.
PERCY: Well, Redrum looks really happy to be here considering the heinous sneak attack he pulled on Nirvana at WICKED#16.
CAT: I bet that fool won't be laughing when that bear gets out here. Are they gonna provide us a protective cage or something?
Before Percy can say anything, 'Orgasmatron' by Sepultura
blares over the PA system, and immediately Nirvana appears at the top of the ramp with a chain wrapped around his forearm. The fans immediately go wild as he gives the chain a little tug, and Boris, The Wrestling Bear, lumbers out onto the stage. Nirvana nods towards the ring at Redrum, who watches all of this wide eyed and cautious. The Midnight King smirks inside of his mask, and begins down the ramp towards the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 998 pounds, and hailing from Parts Unknown, Texas.....They are 'The Midnight King' Nirvana, Boris 'The Wrestling Bear', THE ORIGINAL CARNIES!!
Nirvana and Boris continue towards the ring, as Redrum gets in Rhonda's face about using that moniker to describe the two. Visibly upset, Redrum paces as Nirvana reaches ringside, and leads Boris around to their corner. Upon command, the bear uses the steps to climb up on the ring apron, and then stands on it's hind legs, using the top ropes to support his upper body. Nirvana rolls under the bottom rope, and comes up, taking the chain from around Boris' collar. The Midnight King hands the chain off to an attendee, and just as he's about to turn into the ring, Redrum closes the distance to leap upon the man with clubbing forearms. Boris roars in protest, and the bell sounds as Redrum leads Nirvana towards the center of the ring.
PERCY: Redrum taking the fight to Nirvana right out of the gate, and I guess he knows that he has to if he has any prayer of winning this one.
CAT: .........
Redrum manages to get the stunned Nirvana out to the center of the ring, where he reaches up and snapmares him down to the canvas ending with the big man in a seated position. The deranged clown takes off for a bump against the ropes, and thunders back with a low drop kick that catches The Masked Phenom right in the face. Nirvana slams down to the mat, and Redrum scrambles for a quick cover.
1...
2...
Nirvana doesn't so much kick out as he tosses Redrum clear off of him, and the clown lands on his feet, returning to the masked man with stomps to the back of his head as he tries to get to vertical. Eventually Nirvana gets to his feet, and Redrum switches tactics, hooking him around the head to try and go for a suplex. As he lifts, it's obvious that he's not going to be able to get Nirvana into the air, and the big man grabs him by the tights and delivers a beautiful vertical suplex of his own. Redrum grips at his back as Nirvana gets to his feet, the first time since the bell rang that he didn't have the deranged clown breathing down his neck. Redrum moves to get to his feet, and Nirvana helps him a bit, pushing him into the ropes, and tossing him to the other side. Redrum comes rebounding back towards the Midnight King, and he steps to the side, and swings into him with a massive chop that sends Redrum crashing to the mat. The crowd 'wooos' while Nirvana reaches down, and jerks Redrum back to his feet. From there he scoops up the clown, and plants him dead center of the ring with a body slam. From there he points to Boris, and the fans blow the roof off the arena.
PERCY: Well, it looks like we're about to see what Boris can do!
CAT: ............
Nirvana starts to make his way towards Boris, but Redrum manages to scramble to his feet and leaps onto the Midnight King's back, locking him up in a sleeper hold. Nirvana stumbles around, reaching for the rope, but Redrum kicks his legs, causing Nirvana to arch backwards away from his salvation. Redrum's arms flex to the point of bursting, and his eyes are that of a madman, causing some of the fans to boo as Nirvana drops to one knee. Jerking his body back and forth, and in turn, grinding his arms on The Masked Phenom's throat, Nirvana's eyes begin to fade in his mask. Just when A-Ref reaches down to check his status, The Midnight Suddenly gets to his feet, lifts Redrum up into the air, and falls straight down into a side suplex. Both men crash to the mat, and lie their for a moment stunned.
PERCY: Nirvana creates the separation, but he's really gasping for air. I think he's the one that's used to taking the breath out of his opponents.
CAT: ............
PERCY: CAITLIN! There's a match taking place in the ring! What the hell is wrong with you?
CAT: ......Bbbbbbbbbeeeeaarrrrrr..........
PERCY: Oh, for the love of Ike. Seriously?
Nirvana rolls over onto his stomach, and begins to crawl towards his corner, where amazingly, Boris has one massive paw (OOC: Guffaw) extended over the top rope. Redrum gets to his feet in a daze, and he stumbles around the ring for a second before looking over and seeing how close Nirvana is to making the tag to Boris. He rushes over in a panic, grabbing hold of Nirvana by the boot, and yanking with all his might to drag him back towards the center of the ring.
PERCY: Redrum trying to keep Boris out of the ring, but Nirvana just rolled over onto his back, and kicked Redrum away! Redrum answers back with a back elbow down onto Nirvana's spine, and back up, and drops another one! Redrum stepping over to a neutral corner, and comes off now with a knee drop straight to the back of Nirvana's head! He's rolling him over for the pin!
CAT: .............
1...
2...
Nirvana kicks out at two, and Redrum pops up off the canvas to yell at A-Ref about a slow count. The referee claps his hands twice, and Redrum waves him off to help Nirvana back to his feet. He tosses the big man towards the ropes, but Nirvana reverses it, sending the clown instead. Redrum rebounds and ducks the back elbow, and then the chop attempt. Finally on the third round, Nirvana lowers his head for a back body drop, but Redrum catches him with a swinging neck breaker instead. He slides on top for the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THR-NO! Nirvana getting the shoulder up, but it was close. Redrum might have a chance here if he hits just one more big move.
CAT: ...........
The Deranged Clown gets up to his feet and heads for one of the abandoned corners, and slips out onto the ring apron to climb up to the top. Once perched on the turnbuckle, he lets out a loud laugh just before leaping off with a somersault leg drop. Unfortunately for him, Nirvana rolls out of the way at the last second, leaving only his ass and the canvas to impact. Redrum's mouth hangs open in surprise and pain as he reaches for his rear, while his opponent continues rolling until he ends up in his corner to make the unlikely tag. The fans go nuts.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! Nirvana made the tag, and Boris is getting into the ring through the middle and top rope! He's standing now...good god....this is TERRIFYING!
CAT: ...............
Redrum gets up rubbing his rear, unaware of the giant standing behind him. The fans cheer wildly, and he looks around in confusion before slowly turning around to walk right into Boris' underbelly. Two massive paws wrap around the deranged clown, and he claws and fights to no avail, buried in the fur or the mammoth. The fans are still going bananas when, suddenly, Redrum's body goes limp in Boris' clutches.
PERCY: I....I THINK REDRUM FAINTED! The terror was just too much for him, and he literally passed out in the most appropriate hold possible for this situation. A bear hug!
CAT: ...............
A-Ref steps over to check on the clown, and when he lifts his arm, it falls limply to his side like a dead fish. A-Ref shakes his head, and then calls for the bell, and Nirvana is back in the ring in a flash to force Boris to break his hold. Redrum hit's the mat lifelessly, completely comatose after the experience, as Nirvana leads Boris around the ring in celebration.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this contest, NIRVANA AND BORIS THE WRESTLING BEAR....THE ORIGINAL CARNIES!!
PERCY: My God, what a match! If this is a prelude of things to come, I can only imagine what could happen next! I guess it's a bitter pill to swallow for Redrum, especially with WICKED being scheduled to go Live on the Circle Television Network in two weeks. But, hey, at least we still have The Midnight King!
CAT: ..................
PERCY: Well, folks, while my partner has a nervous break down, why don't we go see what might be happening in the back?
There, alone in the programming control room within the Pure Arena stands the Lady Munin, stoic and concentrated on the Circle Television contracts laid out across the wide open black desk before her. Sprawled on the multiple mounted television screens along were the various camera angles currently recording Bad Moon Rising. Munin’s eyes slide along the clauses and amendments that make up the future licensing and broadcast rights of her baby federation maturing into something so much more than what it had been.
The fluorescent bulbs overhead flicker. It disrupts the Lady’s concentration momentarily. Ji strolls in, not having noticed.
JI: Lady Munin, they’re having trouble getting Boris the Bear out of the ring. What should I do?
Without turning back to greet him, Munin frowned away an impending headache. She firmed her fingers around the bridge of her nose.
MUNIN: Ji, they’ve dealt with this bear at least three times already. However they fixed the problem the last time, should probably work again.
The Lady fixes a clever little smirk on her mouth as she thought about it and looks back at Ji over her shoulder.
MUNIN: Nirvana is on hand, he’s bound to have some sort of sway with the animal. Think of this as a warmup for when we’re running live shows, Ji. Handle it with care, and appropriately.
Ji frowns uneasily, something grabbing his attention from the corner of his eye, like a figure in the room with them, but it was just one of the screens capturing some backstage content. Ji shrugs.
JI: Okay, one bear trap coming up.
Ji turns to leave.
MUNIN: And also, this is an extremely important night, Ji. if something should happen to the electricity this evening, I’ll be mildly put out. Understood?
Munin didn't watch him leave. Ji was already out the door, and had partially closed it when he heard her words and noticed out of the corner of his eye the room go suddenly and abruptly dark.
JI: I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of any problems with the--
He frowns as he walks back in just as the lights turn back on and Lady Munin was nowhere to be seen. As he searches the room with his eyes, again Ji frowns with a blink and a shake of his head.
JI: Really need to put a bell on her.
He sighs loudly.
JI: Okay, I’ll deal with this too while you go do whatever it is you management types do.
With a disinterested shrug, Ji lifts his cellular walkie-talkie device and speaks into it as he turns to exit the room.
JI: Okay, so Lady Munin has requested that whoever’s playing with the lights to please refrain from flicking the light switches. Where we at with that bear?
Ji closes the door behind him to proceed with his duties.
The fluorescent bulbs overhead flicker. It disrupts the Lady’s concentration momentarily. Ji strolls in, not having noticed.
JI: Lady Munin, they’re having trouble getting Boris the Bear out of the ring. What should I do?
Without turning back to greet him, Munin frowned away an impending headache. She firmed her fingers around the bridge of her nose.
MUNIN: Ji, they’ve dealt with this bear at least three times already. However they fixed the problem the last time, should probably work again.
The Lady fixes a clever little smirk on her mouth as she thought about it and looks back at Ji over her shoulder.
MUNIN: Nirvana is on hand, he’s bound to have some sort of sway with the animal. Think of this as a warmup for when we’re running live shows, Ji. Handle it with care, and appropriately.
Ji frowns uneasily, something grabbing his attention from the corner of his eye, like a figure in the room with them, but it was just one of the screens capturing some backstage content. Ji shrugs.
JI: Okay, one bear trap coming up.
Ji turns to leave.
MUNIN: And also, this is an extremely important night, Ji. if something should happen to the electricity this evening, I’ll be mildly put out. Understood?
Munin didn't watch him leave. Ji was already out the door, and had partially closed it when he heard her words and noticed out of the corner of his eye the room go suddenly and abruptly dark.
JI: I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of any problems with the--
He frowns as he walks back in just as the lights turn back on and Lady Munin was nowhere to be seen. As he searches the room with his eyes, again Ji frowns with a blink and a shake of his head.
JI: Really need to put a bell on her.
He sighs loudly.
JI: Okay, I’ll deal with this too while you go do whatever it is you management types do.
With a disinterested shrug, Ji lifts his cellular walkie-talkie device and speaks into it as he turns to exit the room.
JI: Okay, so Lady Munin has requested that whoever’s playing with the lights to please refrain from flicking the light switches. Where we at with that bear?
Ji closes the door behind him to proceed with his duties.
Singles Match
Summer versus Spencer Thompson
PERCY: So, Bad Moon Rising continues right along, Cat.
CAT: I, for one, am happy to leave all recollection of that bear behind me, Percy.
PERCY: Boris is just misunderstood.
CAT: Yeah, well, I’d rather watch the next match then try to understand it.
PERCY: Then consider your wish about to be fulfilled!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission...
“Me Too” by Meghan Trainor plays as Spencer Thompson walks out onto the ramp. She isn't hesitant to flaunt her body to the crowd as she makes her way to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 130 pounds. She is “God’s Gift to Wrestling”, SPENCER THOMPSON!
PERCY: Spencer Thompson makes her PAW debut tonight on the biggest stage this company has before we make the move to live Television.
CAT: You don’t need to keep hyping this event, everyone’s already paid their money, Percival.
PERCY: Er… right. Well, for this lovely lady performance anxiety better not be an issue before this capacity crowd!
CAT: I really doubt that, Percy.
She slowly climbs up onto the apron and shows the crowd her “assets”, before entering through the ropes. She climbs the top turnbuckle and draws a B.T.U. in the air before blowing a kiss and dropping down to the mat.
PERCY: Spencer looks ready for this match, but you have to wonder if she might not be a little nervous in this new setting.
CAT: If she's not, then she needs to have her head checked. This crowd is HOT tonight!
Thunder rumbles 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. Slowly, she turns around and extends her arms, tilting her head back as the hood falls to reveal a shock of bright red hair.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing her opponent, she hails from Pheonix, Arizona, and weights in at 125 pounds, she is 'The Arizona Firebird', SUMMER!!
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: Summer coming in for only her second appearance, but i'd remind everyone that she came in strong in her last showing, picking up the victory no less.
CAT: Yeah, but Spencer Thompson doesn't look like much of a slouch either...wait...HERE WE GO!
Spencer begins immediately on the attack closing in on Summer through several quick jabs forcing Summer to take a few steps back. Spencer grabs an arm and flings her into the ropes and sets up for a clothesline. Summer ducks using her quickness, stops, and hits Spencer with a standing drop kick. Spencer goes down and Summer presses the advantage by a few kicks to Spencer’s body before pulling Spencer up.
CAT: Summer’s wasting no time taking it to the newcomer in this one.
PERCY: Maybe some of the nerves need to be shaken loose still, but Spencer needs to keep her head up out there. Summer’s always a threat!
Summer locks Spencer's head looking for a suplex, but Spencer blocks it and reverses into a back body drop. Summer arches her back as the drop knocked the wind out of her. Spencer presses the attack by stomping Summer. She pulls Summer to her feet and Spencer delivers a hard snap suplex of her own.
PERCY: And just like that, the momentum shifts! Nicely done there by the rookie!
CAT: Spencer Thompson is clearly a little more experienced than you’re giving her credit for, Percy!
PERCY: That’s very true!
Lifting Summer to her feet once again, Spencer irish whips Summer into the corner where Summer hits hard. Spencer charges in, but Summer lifts her knees knocking Spencer down hard.
PERCY: Nice reversal of fortunes by Summer!
Summer Pops herself up to the rope and lands an elbow off the rope. Summer rolls onto Spencer for a pin…
1…
KICKOUT!!
CAT: Quick kickout by Ms. Thompson!
PERCY: It’s obviously going to take a lot more than what Summer’s dished out so far to win this thing!
Spencer gets to her feet as does Summer. They begin trading chops. After the 3rd chop Spencer kicks Summer in the midsection and hits a snap DDT driving Summer into the mat. Spencer moves quickly and locks in a headlock twisting Summer while she lays on the mat applying pressure to the shoulder region. Sitting Summer up Spencer maintains the headlock while driving a few quick knees to the back. Summers face tells the story of pain and anguish as Spencer keeps applying the pressure.
CAT: Definitely not a good place to be.
PERCY: Summer’s going to need to act fast before Spencer Thompson capitalizes further!
Summer slowly begins to stand as she throws a couple elbows to the midsection of Spencer and breaks the hold. Summer darts to the ropes and slams into Spencer with a solid clothesline knocking her down. Summer again runs to the ropes and uses them to hit a lionsault!
PERCY: Superbly executed by Summer!
Pressing the advantage, Summer drops an elbow and moving quickly, she drops another onto Spencer before she hooks a leg for the cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!
Summer wastes no time, she picks Spencer up and drags her to the corner. Climbing the ropes and sets Spencer up for a Tornado DDT, spinning the body and driving Spencer hard into the mat. Rolling her over Summer climbs the ropes and stands tall.
CAT: Summer needs to act faster. She’s taking too long.
PERCY: She knows what she’s doing, Cat!
She takes measure and leaps into the air completing a summersault smash right into Spencers knees. Summer rolls off Spencer stunned.
CAT: Better take that back, Percy, lest everyone realize I can call a match BETTER than you can!
Both women are down and the ref begins a count
1…
2…
Both women continue to writhe moving slowly.
PERCY: Definitely some damage done here…
3…
4…
5…
CAT: Looks like Thompson’ stirring, though!
Spencer gets to her feet first pulling herself up by the ropes. Summer has made it to a corner and is holding her midsection as she collect herself. Spencer sees an advantage and moves over to the seated Summer. Spencer looks at the crowd before a drop kick to summer right in the face. Covering quickly Spencer hooks the leg.
PERCY: Quick cover attempt by Spencer Thompson!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!
Spencer is in the refs face slamming her hands together 3 times, arguing a slow count.
CAT: She’s totally right. A Ref made a really slow count. I call foul.
PERCY: Doesn’t matter, Spencer needs to look behind her!
Summer rolls Spencer into a quick pin!
PERCY: Quick roll-up by Summer!
1..
2…
KICKOUT!
CAT: Damn that was close!
PERCY: Still think A Ref is counting slow?
CAT: Shut up, Percival.
Summer and Spenser are both up and lock up. Spencer moves into an armbar before irish whipping Summer into the corner. Before Summer can react Spencer hits her with a shining Wizard!
PERCY: Spencer calls that the CHECK ME OUT!
She uses the ropes to connect. Summer slumps in the corner as Spencer continues to show off for the crowd, sliding around the ring with supreme confidence. She turns back to Summer, pulling the woman out of the corner and onto the ropes, so that she can send her to the other side. While Summer is in transit, Spencer signals it's time for her patented discus elbow, and she winds up for the pitch, but Summer ducks underneath it. Spencer is a little off balance after throwing all of herself behind the elbow attempt, and when she turns back around, Summer is there to meet her with a flipping kick. Spencer, however, manages to take several steps back to avoid the strike. Summer lands in front of her, and Spencer comes barreling in, spins, and jams her elbow right into Summer for a knock out blow. Summer crumples to the canvas, and the capacity crowd comes to their feet stunned.
PERCY: EX-SPENCE-IVE! God almighty, Summer might be out!
Thompson quickly drops for a cover, hooking the leg.
1...
2...
3!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this contest by pinfall, Spencer Thompson!!
PERCY: Man, it looked like Summer was about to nail Thompson with that SF2 Turbo, but Spencer managed to get out of the way, and lay in her patented discus elbow instead.
CAT: Yeah, it's pretty impressive. I've never seen anything quite like it.
PERCY: Well, it's a big win for Spencer Thompson in her debut here in PAW. Wait, I'm getting word we got some BFF's in the back. Let's check them out.
CAT: I, for one, am happy to leave all recollection of that bear behind me, Percy.
PERCY: Boris is just misunderstood.
CAT: Yeah, well, I’d rather watch the next match then try to understand it.
PERCY: Then consider your wish about to be fulfilled!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission...
“Me Too” by Meghan Trainor plays as Spencer Thompson walks out onto the ramp. She isn't hesitant to flaunt her body to the crowd as she makes her way to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 130 pounds. She is “God’s Gift to Wrestling”, SPENCER THOMPSON!
PERCY: Spencer Thompson makes her PAW debut tonight on the biggest stage this company has before we make the move to live Television.
CAT: You don’t need to keep hyping this event, everyone’s already paid their money, Percival.
PERCY: Er… right. Well, for this lovely lady performance anxiety better not be an issue before this capacity crowd!
CAT: I really doubt that, Percy.
She slowly climbs up onto the apron and shows the crowd her “assets”, before entering through the ropes. She climbs the top turnbuckle and draws a B.T.U. in the air before blowing a kiss and dropping down to the mat.
PERCY: Spencer looks ready for this match, but you have to wonder if she might not be a little nervous in this new setting.
CAT: If she's not, then she needs to have her head checked. This crowd is HOT tonight!
Thunder rumbles 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. Slowly, she turns around and extends her arms, tilting her head back as the hood falls to reveal a shock of bright red hair.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing her opponent, she hails from Pheonix, Arizona, and weights in at 125 pounds, she is 'The Arizona Firebird', SUMMER!!
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: Summer coming in for only her second appearance, but i'd remind everyone that she came in strong in her last showing, picking up the victory no less.
CAT: Yeah, but Spencer Thompson doesn't look like much of a slouch either...wait...HERE WE GO!
Spencer begins immediately on the attack closing in on Summer through several quick jabs forcing Summer to take a few steps back. Spencer grabs an arm and flings her into the ropes and sets up for a clothesline. Summer ducks using her quickness, stops, and hits Spencer with a standing drop kick. Spencer goes down and Summer presses the advantage by a few kicks to Spencer’s body before pulling Spencer up.
CAT: Summer’s wasting no time taking it to the newcomer in this one.
PERCY: Maybe some of the nerves need to be shaken loose still, but Spencer needs to keep her head up out there. Summer’s always a threat!
Summer locks Spencer's head looking for a suplex, but Spencer blocks it and reverses into a back body drop. Summer arches her back as the drop knocked the wind out of her. Spencer presses the attack by stomping Summer. She pulls Summer to her feet and Spencer delivers a hard snap suplex of her own.
PERCY: And just like that, the momentum shifts! Nicely done there by the rookie!
CAT: Spencer Thompson is clearly a little more experienced than you’re giving her credit for, Percy!
PERCY: That’s very true!
Lifting Summer to her feet once again, Spencer irish whips Summer into the corner where Summer hits hard. Spencer charges in, but Summer lifts her knees knocking Spencer down hard.
PERCY: Nice reversal of fortunes by Summer!
Summer Pops herself up to the rope and lands an elbow off the rope. Summer rolls onto Spencer for a pin…
1…
KICKOUT!!
CAT: Quick kickout by Ms. Thompson!
PERCY: It’s obviously going to take a lot more than what Summer’s dished out so far to win this thing!
Spencer gets to her feet as does Summer. They begin trading chops. After the 3rd chop Spencer kicks Summer in the midsection and hits a snap DDT driving Summer into the mat. Spencer moves quickly and locks in a headlock twisting Summer while she lays on the mat applying pressure to the shoulder region. Sitting Summer up Spencer maintains the headlock while driving a few quick knees to the back. Summers face tells the story of pain and anguish as Spencer keeps applying the pressure.
CAT: Definitely not a good place to be.
PERCY: Summer’s going to need to act fast before Spencer Thompson capitalizes further!
Summer slowly begins to stand as she throws a couple elbows to the midsection of Spencer and breaks the hold. Summer darts to the ropes and slams into Spencer with a solid clothesline knocking her down. Summer again runs to the ropes and uses them to hit a lionsault!
PERCY: Superbly executed by Summer!
Pressing the advantage, Summer drops an elbow and moving quickly, she drops another onto Spencer before she hooks a leg for the cover.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!
Summer wastes no time, she picks Spencer up and drags her to the corner. Climbing the ropes and sets Spencer up for a Tornado DDT, spinning the body and driving Spencer hard into the mat. Rolling her over Summer climbs the ropes and stands tall.
CAT: Summer needs to act faster. She’s taking too long.
PERCY: She knows what she’s doing, Cat!
She takes measure and leaps into the air completing a summersault smash right into Spencers knees. Summer rolls off Spencer stunned.
CAT: Better take that back, Percy, lest everyone realize I can call a match BETTER than you can!
Both women are down and the ref begins a count
1…
2…
Both women continue to writhe moving slowly.
PERCY: Definitely some damage done here…
3…
4…
5…
CAT: Looks like Thompson’ stirring, though!
Spencer gets to her feet first pulling herself up by the ropes. Summer has made it to a corner and is holding her midsection as she collect herself. Spencer sees an advantage and moves over to the seated Summer. Spencer looks at the crowd before a drop kick to summer right in the face. Covering quickly Spencer hooks the leg.
PERCY: Quick cover attempt by Spencer Thompson!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!
Spencer is in the refs face slamming her hands together 3 times, arguing a slow count.
CAT: She’s totally right. A Ref made a really slow count. I call foul.
PERCY: Doesn’t matter, Spencer needs to look behind her!
Summer rolls Spencer into a quick pin!
PERCY: Quick roll-up by Summer!
1..
2…
KICKOUT!
CAT: Damn that was close!
PERCY: Still think A Ref is counting slow?
CAT: Shut up, Percival.
Summer and Spenser are both up and lock up. Spencer moves into an armbar before irish whipping Summer into the corner. Before Summer can react Spencer hits her with a shining Wizard!
PERCY: Spencer calls that the CHECK ME OUT!
She uses the ropes to connect. Summer slumps in the corner as Spencer continues to show off for the crowd, sliding around the ring with supreme confidence. She turns back to Summer, pulling the woman out of the corner and onto the ropes, so that she can send her to the other side. While Summer is in transit, Spencer signals it's time for her patented discus elbow, and she winds up for the pitch, but Summer ducks underneath it. Spencer is a little off balance after throwing all of herself behind the elbow attempt, and when she turns back around, Summer is there to meet her with a flipping kick. Spencer, however, manages to take several steps back to avoid the strike. Summer lands in front of her, and Spencer comes barreling in, spins, and jams her elbow right into Summer for a knock out blow. Summer crumples to the canvas, and the capacity crowd comes to their feet stunned.
PERCY: EX-SPENCE-IVE! God almighty, Summer might be out!
Thompson quickly drops for a cover, hooking the leg.
1...
2...
3!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this contest by pinfall, Spencer Thompson!!
PERCY: Man, it looked like Summer was about to nail Thompson with that SF2 Turbo, but Spencer managed to get out of the way, and lay in her patented discus elbow instead.
CAT: Yeah, it's pretty impressive. I've never seen anything quite like it.
PERCY: Well, it's a big win for Spencer Thompson in her debut here in PAW. Wait, I'm getting word we got some BFF's in the back. Let's check them out.
Backstage the team of Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer are already dressed for their match as they wander the halls of the Pure Arena together. Having a giggle over some joke they had just made, the pair almost walks right into Brandi Irving as she comes around a corner.
ANNABEL LEE: Ooops! Sorry Brandi!
Brandi looks annoyed. Or confused. Or maybe even a little of both.
BRANDI IRVING: You two are still here?
Annabel wrinkles up her nose and looks over at Kelsey, seeing if her partner understands what the heck Brandi is talking about.
ANNABEL LEE: Well yeah, why wouldn’t we be?
BRANDI IRVING: Lotta folks thought after you lost your last match that might be the end of Team Kelsabel.
ANNABEL LEE: Ew, is that what they are calling us? That’s just awful!
KELSEY SPENCER: Yeah, I mean… Not to be rude or anything, but did you even think that through..?
Brandi flares her nostrils, and Kelsey raises her hands as a sign of submission.
KELSEY SPENCER: Again, no disrespect, but I think we can come up with something better than that.
ANNABEL LEE: Way, way better! But back to what you said there, Brandi. The idea that me and Kelsey would stop being a team just because we didn’t win one match is ridiculous! We went out there and we put on a great show, we did our best, and we worked together. There’s not much more you can ask for in a team. We’re not going to go running off just because the going got a little tough. That’s not our style.
KELSEY SPENCER: We’re here to stay, Brandi. We’re here because we love what we do, and what we do is go out there and wrestle the absolute best match we can. We may have hit a speed bump in our last match, but that's just because our opponents were a tiny bit better that one night. We’ll get there one day, this is only the beginning for us.
Annabel nods along with everything Kelsey says, her high ponytail bouncing each time.
BRANDI IRVING: How do you feel about your match tonight? If you win, you’ll be on opposing sides of that ring in Addiction’s first main event.
KELSEY SPENCER: Yeah, that's true.
She looks over to Annabel, still addressing Brandi’s question.
KELSEY SPENCER: I don't think that's really a point of concern for us, is it?
ANNABEL LEE: Well I never like to look too far ahead and go counting my chickens before they hatch, Brandi. Kelsey and I gotta focus on tonight, against Anastasia and Caroline. Man they sound so regal, don’t they? Anyway, we have to face those two first. Anastasia Hayden is a real tough competitor too, she won that great big match of debuts just a few weeks ago. But if we win, and I sure think we will, you’re right. We’ll be two of the four people in that main event and we won’t be on a team.
Annabel pauses for just a moment to think.
ANNABEL LEE: That’s the sort of thing that might bother some people, but it doesn’t bother me and I don’t think it bothers Kelsey either. She and I can have a match and still be best friends and partners afterward. When you wrestle because you love it and because you love being in the ring, you don’t have to hate everyone that stands across from you. I think lots of people forget that. If Kelsey wins that match down the line, I’ll raise her hand myself.
A mile-wide smile is on Kelsey’s face the entire time Annabel speaks.
KELSEY SPENCER: I couldn't have said it better myself. We’re gonna give this match our all, just like we do every night.
She puts her arm around Annabel’s shoulders.
KELSEY SPENCER: And no matter what happens after this, I know we’ll always be the best of friends!
Annabel lifts her arm and throws it around Kelsey’s shoulders in return.
ANNABEL LEE: That’s right. Best friends and tag team partners. No one is getting rid of us that easy! Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a match to get to!
The two both smile at Brandi before stepping around her to continue down the hall.
ANNABEL LEE: Ooops! Sorry Brandi!
Brandi looks annoyed. Or confused. Or maybe even a little of both.
BRANDI IRVING: You two are still here?
Annabel wrinkles up her nose and looks over at Kelsey, seeing if her partner understands what the heck Brandi is talking about.
ANNABEL LEE: Well yeah, why wouldn’t we be?
BRANDI IRVING: Lotta folks thought after you lost your last match that might be the end of Team Kelsabel.
ANNABEL LEE: Ew, is that what they are calling us? That’s just awful!
KELSEY SPENCER: Yeah, I mean… Not to be rude or anything, but did you even think that through..?
Brandi flares her nostrils, and Kelsey raises her hands as a sign of submission.
KELSEY SPENCER: Again, no disrespect, but I think we can come up with something better than that.
ANNABEL LEE: Way, way better! But back to what you said there, Brandi. The idea that me and Kelsey would stop being a team just because we didn’t win one match is ridiculous! We went out there and we put on a great show, we did our best, and we worked together. There’s not much more you can ask for in a team. We’re not going to go running off just because the going got a little tough. That’s not our style.
KELSEY SPENCER: We’re here to stay, Brandi. We’re here because we love what we do, and what we do is go out there and wrestle the absolute best match we can. We may have hit a speed bump in our last match, but that's just because our opponents were a tiny bit better that one night. We’ll get there one day, this is only the beginning for us.
Annabel nods along with everything Kelsey says, her high ponytail bouncing each time.
BRANDI IRVING: How do you feel about your match tonight? If you win, you’ll be on opposing sides of that ring in Addiction’s first main event.
KELSEY SPENCER: Yeah, that's true.
She looks over to Annabel, still addressing Brandi’s question.
KELSEY SPENCER: I don't think that's really a point of concern for us, is it?
ANNABEL LEE: Well I never like to look too far ahead and go counting my chickens before they hatch, Brandi. Kelsey and I gotta focus on tonight, against Anastasia and Caroline. Man they sound so regal, don’t they? Anyway, we have to face those two first. Anastasia Hayden is a real tough competitor too, she won that great big match of debuts just a few weeks ago. But if we win, and I sure think we will, you’re right. We’ll be two of the four people in that main event and we won’t be on a team.
Annabel pauses for just a moment to think.
ANNABEL LEE: That’s the sort of thing that might bother some people, but it doesn’t bother me and I don’t think it bothers Kelsey either. She and I can have a match and still be best friends and partners afterward. When you wrestle because you love it and because you love being in the ring, you don’t have to hate everyone that stands across from you. I think lots of people forget that. If Kelsey wins that match down the line, I’ll raise her hand myself.
A mile-wide smile is on Kelsey’s face the entire time Annabel speaks.
KELSEY SPENCER: I couldn't have said it better myself. We’re gonna give this match our all, just like we do every night.
She puts her arm around Annabel’s shoulders.
KELSEY SPENCER: And no matter what happens after this, I know we’ll always be the best of friends!
Annabel lifts her arm and throws it around Kelsey’s shoulders in return.
ANNABEL LEE: That’s right. Best friends and tag team partners. No one is getting rid of us that easy! Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a match to get to!
The two both smile at Brandi before stepping around her to continue down the hall.
Tag Team Match
(The winner of this match will star in the first ever ADDICTION Main Event in a Fatal Four Way)
Annabel Lee & Kelsey Spencer versus Anastasia Hayden & Caroline O'Hara Burchill
PERCY: And here we go, Cat, our first Tag-Team match of the night.
CAT: Yes, but is this tag-team match even significant Percy?
PERCY: Of course it is! The winner of this match will go on to headline our very first taping of PAW’s new show, Addiction!
CAT: Right. Woohoo. Sounds like one helluva a reward by contrast to the ACTUAL rewards the other tag-teams on the card are working towards!
PERCY: Don’t ever underestimate PAW, or it’s wrestlers, Cat. This match is going to set a tone. I can feel it!
CAT: Whatever, let’s let Rhonda set the tone of this snorefest.
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.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer, of course, looking full of energy tonight inspite of taking last event’s loss rather personally.
CAT: She’s delivering pizza or something, Percy.
PERCY: That’s the rumor, anyway. But I would never, ever, count the Blue Thunder out!
CAT: Right, she does it for you.
PERCY: That’s a low blow, Cat. Good thing Kelsey can’t hear you.
“Best Day of my Life” by American Authors hits as Annabel Lee appears on the stage, wearing a smile every bit as energetic as 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.
CAT: Can’t help but notice the figurative fireworks whenever these two are together in the ring.
PERCY: Absolutely, Cat. Kelsey and Annabel certainly have a lot of ignition behind them when they pair up. Great tag team to watch!
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.
CAT: Even better than the ignition of Kelsey and Annabel is PAW’s own Red Queen. Everyone else can just bow right on down!
PERCY: She certainly is impressive!
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. Ana meets Caroline in their corner and begin to converse before the match.
PERCY: Another tough customer in Ana Hayden. This one promises to be a barn-burner!
CAT: Absolutely! We have team fireworks and Pokemon in one corner, and team KICKYOFACEIN in the other!
PERCY: A fairly apt description of each team’s ethos I suppose, Cat.
CAT: Well, I thought so. But no favoritism here. I want everyone to win.
Before the bell, from one corner Kelsey Spencer moves towards center ring, and Caroline Burchill does the same. The bell rings.
PERCY: Looks like the teams have decided, and with the bell, we’re going to see The Red Queen square off against Kelsey Spencer!
The two quickly lock up, with either woman working to power the other towards their respective corner. It’s Kelsey who acts quickest, drawing Burchill toward her and laying a quick boot to the Red Queen’s midsection and toppling her with a rapid fire snap suplex!
PERCY: Nicely done by Kelsey Spencer, there!
Kelsey Spencer wastes little time rising to her feet and drawing Caroline Burchill along with her and irish whips the Red Queen suddenly into her corner where Annabell Lee backs up to let the impact do it’s damage! Kelsey charges in only to be stunned by the raised feet of Burchill that stops Kelsey dead in her tracks. With that momentary reprieve, Burchill slams a hard forearm into Annabel Lee’s chin to knock her from the ring apron, then Burchill wastes no time rushing from the corner and dropping Kelsey Spencer with a vicious clothesline!
CAT: Look at that! Caroline Burchill just said TO HELL WITH YOUR CORNER DOMINANCE!
PERCY: It’s true. And now she goes to work with some mounted punches on the face of Kelsey Spencer!
As Annabel Lee recovers to her corner she watches as Kelsey Spencer is brought to her feet and irish whipped into Caroline’s corner where A Ref doesn’t see Anastasia Hayden’s quick boot to Spencer’s back when she connects with the turnbuckle.
PERCY: Dirty pool!
CAT: Amazing how A Ref never sees it when it, like, seriously matters, Percy.
PERCY: A Ref does his job tremendously.
CAT: With selective vision!
PERCY: It’s true. Spencer’s in trouble now!
In the corner, Burchill has gone to work delivering earth-shaking strikes to Kelsey Spencer’s midsection, then mounted the ropes for some vicious downward punches before tagging in Ana Hayden. Burchill brings Spencer out of the corner and locks her in a reverse headlock as Hayden lifts up onto the ropes and comes soaring in with a WICKED looking missile dropkick right to Kelsey Spencer’s midsection!
CAT: Absolutely nasty double-team there!
PERCY: But totally legal.
Burchill finds her way back on the right side of the ropes as Ana Hayden wastes little time stomping a mudhole into the midsection of the downed Kelsey Spencer.
CAT: Dirty tactics like this can only get a team so far.
PERCY: But right now, it’s worth it to take advantage, Cat.
As Ana goes to drop a jumping knee down onto Kelsey Spencer, Kelsey rolls away in the nick of time and swings a fierce kick right into the side of Ana’s head and that knocks Hayden senseless and down to the canvas! Kelsey squirms to her feet and makes her way to her corner only to be mercilessly run down by a charging elbow from a relentless Caroline Burchill!
CAT: She broke up the tag!
PERCY: And not the legal competitor. That elicits a stern warning from A Ref.
CAT: NOW he does his job.
A Ref backs Caroline Burchill back to her corner as Ana Hayden rises to a stand and promptly lays some swift kicks into the once more downed rib cage of Kelsey Spencer!
PERCY: Those kicks are lethal!
CAT: I guess that’s why her twitter name is ANA KICKS, eh Percy?
PERCY: I… guess. Is that what it is?
CAT: You don’t follow these people on the twitter?
PERCY: I don’t have twitter.
CAT: NERD ALERT.
Anastasia Hayden quickly keeps Kelsey from recovering on her own by dragging the redhead to her feet and delivering a bridging dragon suplex!
PERCY: A pin!!
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PERCY: And Annabel Lee was there to help her partner out of that one!
CAT: And A Ref is backing her back to her corner.
Ana Hayden rises and wastes little time gripping Kelsey’s hair and drags her back to the corner with Caroline burchill awaiting a tag with a evilly gleeful smirk. Kelsey Spencer surprises with a sudden back elbow into Ana’s midsection that doubles her over, then a quick fireman’s carry ignites the crowd as Kelsey struggles to a stand only to be greeted by a hard right punch from Caroline Burchill from the corner that stuns the Aussie where she stands, and the Red Queen forcibly tags the stunned Ana Hayden making her the legal competitor and she goes right to work delivering wicked right and left first to Kelsey Spencer to back her into the ropes before hammer throwing Kelsey for the opposing ropes and watching her flip right over and out to the outside!
PERCY: Vicious!
CAT: Agreed. Annabel Lee is there to check on her partner on the outside, but look at Burchill and Hayden. Hayden seems a little annoyed at Burchill’s forced tag!
PERCY: Definitely looks like some veiled animosity there, Cat.
A Ref starts the count on Spencer as Lee helps her on the outside.
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For sure Hayden and Burchill exchange glances, but Burchill seems able to explain herself in a hurry, spotting Lee helping Spencer to her feet on the outside, then takes a run against the opposite ropes and suicide dives to the outside!
PERCY: She got them both there!!!
CAT: High risk, high reward!
A Ref is quick to the ropes to watch what’s going on as he continues counting.
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Annabel Lee gives a sharp elbow to Burchill and crawls her way away from the melee as Caroline Burchill manages to get to her feet.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer has taken the brunt of the attack here tonight, fans. I’m sure Annabel Lee was hoping for a hot tag situation, but she may have made a simple mistake of miscalculating what Caroline Burchill is capable of.
Lee watches as Burchill glares at her while picking Spencer up by the hair and forcing her back into the ring to break up the count.
CAT: Lee makes it back to her corner, but she’s clutching her stomach after that suicide dive.
PERCY: Burchill follows Spencer into the ring, and you’ve got to be wondering what the talented Aussie is thinking right now. Is she formulating a strategy for what, so far, has seen an impenetrable wall of solid tag-teaming by Burchill and Hayden.
Burchill confidently drags Spencer to her feet only to be greeted by a hard right hand by Spencer that stuns Burchill shortly before Spencer knocks Burchill senseless with a jawbreaker that sees both women land on the canvas!
PERCY: Nicely done by Kelsey Spencer!
CAT: She kind of needed a hail mary there to keep herself in this thing!
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PERCY: A Ref there with the count, both women look out of it. And just LOOK at the corners of this ring, Cat. Both Annabel Lee and Ana Hayden are reaching out for a tag from their partners!
The crowd pops loudly as both Burchill and Spencer stir mildly on the canvas. Burchill massages her pained jaw as she rises to her knees, gathers her bearings and crawls on her knees towards the reaching Ana Hayden. Kelsey Spencer, however, benefits from being closer to her corner, and with a few agonized crawls manages to smack the anticapting hand of Annabel Lee!
PERCY: There’s the tag!
The crowd roars as Lee rushes in, the previous pain something she’s overcome and moves on burchill who has gotten to her feet and just about made it to her corner just in time to be surprised by a shocking spinning kick to her head from Annabel Lee that knocks her into the ring ropes instead, and meets ANOTHER spinning heel kick from Annabel right off the rebound the POPS the crowd and floors Burchill!
PERCY: THE ANNABELL RINGER!
And Lee, certifiably on fire at this point, releases another spinning kick that topples Hayden unexpectedly off the ropes to the outside!
CAT: Damn, Annabel’s a spitfire!
Annabel points out into the crowd, igniting another huge pop before she climbs the ropes and finds herself atop the turnbuckle and wastes little time catching air with a flying elbow that bounces Burchill painfully!
PERCY: Lee with a hook of the leg and a cover! This could be it!
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CAT: And Ana Hayden slides in under the ropes and pulls Lee off of Burchill just in the nick of time!!!
Hayden drags herself to her corner after that quick save, still clutching her head from Annabel’s kick.
PERCY: Lee better not rest on her laurels, Burchill’s starting to move.
Lee grips the Red Queen’s arm and starts to force her to her feet only to be knocked backward by a forearm smash that staggers Lee. A pained Burchill climbs to her feet and knocks another forearm smash into Lee, then another before Burchill stumbles backward and aims for a tag with Ana Hayden who pulls her hand away at the last second.
PERCY: What is she doing?!
Burchill is surprised, and is even more surprised when Lee charges in and PLANTS Burchill to the canvas with a discus clothesline. But her onslaught is shortlived as Hayden delivers a quick shot to Lee’s face that staggers the rookie backward. As if mimicking Burchill’s previous forced tag, Hayden tags herself in and promptly goes to work backing Annabel Lee up against the ropes and HURLING her for a free corner where Lee lands hard against the turnbuckle. Hayden charges in for a splash only to find no one’s home as Lee narrowly dodges out and Hayden splashes chest first painfully against the turnbuckle and staggers out of the corner and falls.
PERCY: What a sequence!
CAT: I don’t think Ana Hayden was expecting that!
PERCY: Hard to say what she was expecting. But now she’s got to worry about the prospects of facing a fresh Kelsey Spencer!
Lee staggers along the ropes towards her corner and the outstretched hand of the waiting Kelsey Spencer!
CAT: And with that Kelsey’s in and eager to respond to the earlier dirty tagging from her opponents, undoubtedly.
PERCY: Not only that, but the story right now seems to be that the team of Hayden and Caroline Burchill, who have been doing stunningly well together, seem to have a little bit of an inner conflict between them.
CAT: Hasn’t stopped them from winning before!
Spencer is quick to the corner to lay Burchill out with a dropkick that sends Burchill sprawling to the concrete. As Hayden tries to rise to her feet, Spencer roars in with a step-up enziguri that flattens Ana.
PERCY: And the crowd is roaring as Kelsey Spencer has them fired up.
CAT: This team is definitely fireworks, Percy.
Kelsey Spencer wastes no time bringing Ana to her feet and in no short-order monkey flips Ana onto the canvas. And Kelsey isn’t done there, she’s back on her feet like a popped cork, bringing Ana with her and fires several quick elbows that backs Ana into the neutral corner. Spencer backs up and CHARGES only to find no one home!
PERCY: Last split second there and Ana dives out of the way!
CAT: Spencer shoulder blocked the corner post!!
Ana is down, and Spencer is stuck in the corner. Both Lee and Burchill await the tag.
PERCY: All four of these women are not as fresh as they could be…
CAT: Whoever makes the tag is going to have an uphill battle regardless, this match has been swinging on a dime!
Kelsey pulls herself out of the corner, holding her injured shoulder, and using the ropes to help guide her towards her corner. At the same time, Hayden crawls over to her corner. Both women reach their respective partners, and a double tag brings Annabel and Caroline barreling into the ring. Annabel goes for a clothesline, but Caroline ducks under it, hooking her arm, then the other, and takes Lee over into a backslide pin.
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Annabel kicks out, the momentum throwing her onto her feet, while Caroline rises right in front of her and lunges forwards with a clothesline of her own. It's Lee's turn to duck, and Burchill continues on to the ropes for extra spring. Annabel moves into catch her with another strike, but once again, Caroline ducks it, hooking the arm with her arms, and then swinging her legs up to hook the other before taking Lee over into a crucifix pin.
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Annabel is out again at two, and both women come up to their feet in a flurry, meeting each other with right hands. Both fall away from each other holding their jaws, but when they come back around it's Burchill who sneaks in a swift boot to the midsection. She goes for a DDT, but Annabel is already pushing her to the ropes. All tangled up in the steel cables, they exchange punches to various body parts, the match starting to break down into a brawl much to the delight of the fans. A-Ref tries to intercede, but the two women struggle with one another, and end up rolling along the ropes, trapping the referee, and rolling right across him in the process. They finally end up in a neutral corner, with Annabel the unfortunate one against the turnbuckles. Burchill rares back for a swing, but Annabell ducks it, shoving her opponent into the corner, and catching her with a thunderous chop.
CROWD: Woooooooo
Annabel follows it up with another one, and then takes Caroline by the wrist, and whips her hard to the other side. Burchill strikes with tremendous impact, and on the other side Annabel starts running in place, swinging her arms, like she's gearing up like a locomotive. Finally, she thunders across the ring towards the stunned Burchill, but when she reaches center ring, there's Hayden with a vicious clothesline that nearly takes the woman's head off. Kelsey enters the ring behind Hayden, and when the woman turns around she's caught completely unaware by a running single leg drop kick.
PERCY: SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN TO HAYDEN! This match is breaking down into a free for all!
CAT: I honestly didn't see that happening with those two goodie girls out here. Bravo!
Hayden rolls to the outside holding her face, and Kelsey follows her to the edge of the ring, the fans cheering wildly for the face. When she turns around, however, Burchill comes careening out of the corner to nail her with a clothesline that sends her sailing right over the top rope to crash to the concrete floor. Burchill, looking satisfied, doesn't even bother to acknowledge the boo's as she turns back to Annabel. She begs for the woman to get to her feet, and an unaware Annabel slowly begins to comply. Once Lee is most of the way up, Burchill rushes her, hooking her around the head and leaps into the air for what looks to be a tornado DDT. Unfortunately for Caroline, Annabel tosses the woman high up into the air and sends her crashing down to the mat face first. Burchill pops up on instinct holding her face as Lee falls back into the ropes for momentum. When she thunders back across the ring, she takes flight herself, throwing both knee's out in front of her, crashing into Caroline O'Hara Burchill, and riding her all the way down to the mat. The pop is tremendous, as Annabel slides down for the cover.
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PERCY: Good lord, that looked like a version of the AnnTrack, and might I add, very effective!
CAT: Man, that girl was on the ropes, but somehow managed to have the ring presence to turn that move around on Burchill. She doesn't look like a rookie anymore to me.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this match, and the first two participants in ADDICTION's first ever Main Event, ANNABEL LEE & KELSEY SPENCER!
Annabel remains on her knee's, and is almost in disbelief as she clutches her chest, a huge grin on her face from ear to ear. Kelsey rolls into the ring and crawls over to where her friend is sitting, and throws her arm over her shoulders, and pulling her head in so that they can have a playful headbutt. The ladies get off the ground and share a hug as the fans pour on the adoration, and A-Ref eventually steps between them and lifts their hands high in the air in victory. The two women break off from one another and each take a turnbuckle, acknowledging the crowd that's given them so much support. The camera pans past the two before switching back to the announce team.
PERCY: Huge win for Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer, but now those same two women will go on to the very first ADDICTION Main Event where they'll be participants in a fatal four way. Should be interesting.
CAT: Well, all I know is that all this hugging is making me sick. Can we cut to a commercial or something?
PERCY: Folks, forgive my partner. She obviously never had any sisterly love in her day.
CAT: It's true, my sister was a bitch.
PERCY: (Sigh) Up next, we've got singles action. Stay tuned folks.
CAT: Yes, but is this tag-team match even significant Percy?
PERCY: Of course it is! The winner of this match will go on to headline our very first taping of PAW’s new show, Addiction!
CAT: Right. Woohoo. Sounds like one helluva a reward by contrast to the ACTUAL rewards the other tag-teams on the card are working towards!
PERCY: Don’t ever underestimate PAW, or it’s wrestlers, Cat. This match is going to set a tone. I can feel it!
CAT: Whatever, let’s let Rhonda set the tone of this snorefest.
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.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer, of course, looking full of energy tonight inspite of taking last event’s loss rather personally.
CAT: She’s delivering pizza or something, Percy.
PERCY: That’s the rumor, anyway. But I would never, ever, count the Blue Thunder out!
CAT: Right, she does it for you.
PERCY: That’s a low blow, Cat. Good thing Kelsey can’t hear you.
“Best Day of my Life” by American Authors hits as Annabel Lee appears on the stage, wearing a smile every bit as energetic as 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.
CAT: Can’t help but notice the figurative fireworks whenever these two are together in the ring.
PERCY: Absolutely, Cat. Kelsey and Annabel certainly have a lot of ignition behind them when they pair up. Great tag team to watch!
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.
CAT: Even better than the ignition of Kelsey and Annabel is PAW’s own Red Queen. Everyone else can just bow right on down!
PERCY: She certainly is impressive!
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. Ana meets Caroline in their corner and begin to converse before the match.
PERCY: Another tough customer in Ana Hayden. This one promises to be a barn-burner!
CAT: Absolutely! We have team fireworks and Pokemon in one corner, and team KICKYOFACEIN in the other!
PERCY: A fairly apt description of each team’s ethos I suppose, Cat.
CAT: Well, I thought so. But no favoritism here. I want everyone to win.
Before the bell, from one corner Kelsey Spencer moves towards center ring, and Caroline Burchill does the same. The bell rings.
PERCY: Looks like the teams have decided, and with the bell, we’re going to see The Red Queen square off against Kelsey Spencer!
The two quickly lock up, with either woman working to power the other towards their respective corner. It’s Kelsey who acts quickest, drawing Burchill toward her and laying a quick boot to the Red Queen’s midsection and toppling her with a rapid fire snap suplex!
PERCY: Nicely done by Kelsey Spencer, there!
Kelsey Spencer wastes little time rising to her feet and drawing Caroline Burchill along with her and irish whips the Red Queen suddenly into her corner where Annabell Lee backs up to let the impact do it’s damage! Kelsey charges in only to be stunned by the raised feet of Burchill that stops Kelsey dead in her tracks. With that momentary reprieve, Burchill slams a hard forearm into Annabel Lee’s chin to knock her from the ring apron, then Burchill wastes no time rushing from the corner and dropping Kelsey Spencer with a vicious clothesline!
CAT: Look at that! Caroline Burchill just said TO HELL WITH YOUR CORNER DOMINANCE!
PERCY: It’s true. And now she goes to work with some mounted punches on the face of Kelsey Spencer!
As Annabel Lee recovers to her corner she watches as Kelsey Spencer is brought to her feet and irish whipped into Caroline’s corner where A Ref doesn’t see Anastasia Hayden’s quick boot to Spencer’s back when she connects with the turnbuckle.
PERCY: Dirty pool!
CAT: Amazing how A Ref never sees it when it, like, seriously matters, Percy.
PERCY: A Ref does his job tremendously.
CAT: With selective vision!
PERCY: It’s true. Spencer’s in trouble now!
In the corner, Burchill has gone to work delivering earth-shaking strikes to Kelsey Spencer’s midsection, then mounted the ropes for some vicious downward punches before tagging in Ana Hayden. Burchill brings Spencer out of the corner and locks her in a reverse headlock as Hayden lifts up onto the ropes and comes soaring in with a WICKED looking missile dropkick right to Kelsey Spencer’s midsection!
CAT: Absolutely nasty double-team there!
PERCY: But totally legal.
Burchill finds her way back on the right side of the ropes as Ana Hayden wastes little time stomping a mudhole into the midsection of the downed Kelsey Spencer.
CAT: Dirty tactics like this can only get a team so far.
PERCY: But right now, it’s worth it to take advantage, Cat.
As Ana goes to drop a jumping knee down onto Kelsey Spencer, Kelsey rolls away in the nick of time and swings a fierce kick right into the side of Ana’s head and that knocks Hayden senseless and down to the canvas! Kelsey squirms to her feet and makes her way to her corner only to be mercilessly run down by a charging elbow from a relentless Caroline Burchill!
CAT: She broke up the tag!
PERCY: And not the legal competitor. That elicits a stern warning from A Ref.
CAT: NOW he does his job.
A Ref backs Caroline Burchill back to her corner as Ana Hayden rises to a stand and promptly lays some swift kicks into the once more downed rib cage of Kelsey Spencer!
PERCY: Those kicks are lethal!
CAT: I guess that’s why her twitter name is ANA KICKS, eh Percy?
PERCY: I… guess. Is that what it is?
CAT: You don’t follow these people on the twitter?
PERCY: I don’t have twitter.
CAT: NERD ALERT.
Anastasia Hayden quickly keeps Kelsey from recovering on her own by dragging the redhead to her feet and delivering a bridging dragon suplex!
PERCY: A pin!!
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PERCY: And Annabel Lee was there to help her partner out of that one!
CAT: And A Ref is backing her back to her corner.
Ana Hayden rises and wastes little time gripping Kelsey’s hair and drags her back to the corner with Caroline burchill awaiting a tag with a evilly gleeful smirk. Kelsey Spencer surprises with a sudden back elbow into Ana’s midsection that doubles her over, then a quick fireman’s carry ignites the crowd as Kelsey struggles to a stand only to be greeted by a hard right punch from Caroline Burchill from the corner that stuns the Aussie where she stands, and the Red Queen forcibly tags the stunned Ana Hayden making her the legal competitor and she goes right to work delivering wicked right and left first to Kelsey Spencer to back her into the ropes before hammer throwing Kelsey for the opposing ropes and watching her flip right over and out to the outside!
PERCY: Vicious!
CAT: Agreed. Annabel Lee is there to check on her partner on the outside, but look at Burchill and Hayden. Hayden seems a little annoyed at Burchill’s forced tag!
PERCY: Definitely looks like some veiled animosity there, Cat.
A Ref starts the count on Spencer as Lee helps her on the outside.
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For sure Hayden and Burchill exchange glances, but Burchill seems able to explain herself in a hurry, spotting Lee helping Spencer to her feet on the outside, then takes a run against the opposite ropes and suicide dives to the outside!
PERCY: She got them both there!!!
CAT: High risk, high reward!
A Ref is quick to the ropes to watch what’s going on as he continues counting.
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Annabel Lee gives a sharp elbow to Burchill and crawls her way away from the melee as Caroline Burchill manages to get to her feet.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer has taken the brunt of the attack here tonight, fans. I’m sure Annabel Lee was hoping for a hot tag situation, but she may have made a simple mistake of miscalculating what Caroline Burchill is capable of.
Lee watches as Burchill glares at her while picking Spencer up by the hair and forcing her back into the ring to break up the count.
CAT: Lee makes it back to her corner, but she’s clutching her stomach after that suicide dive.
PERCY: Burchill follows Spencer into the ring, and you’ve got to be wondering what the talented Aussie is thinking right now. Is she formulating a strategy for what, so far, has seen an impenetrable wall of solid tag-teaming by Burchill and Hayden.
Burchill confidently drags Spencer to her feet only to be greeted by a hard right hand by Spencer that stuns Burchill shortly before Spencer knocks Burchill senseless with a jawbreaker that sees both women land on the canvas!
PERCY: Nicely done by Kelsey Spencer!
CAT: She kind of needed a hail mary there to keep herself in this thing!
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PERCY: A Ref there with the count, both women look out of it. And just LOOK at the corners of this ring, Cat. Both Annabel Lee and Ana Hayden are reaching out for a tag from their partners!
The crowd pops loudly as both Burchill and Spencer stir mildly on the canvas. Burchill massages her pained jaw as she rises to her knees, gathers her bearings and crawls on her knees towards the reaching Ana Hayden. Kelsey Spencer, however, benefits from being closer to her corner, and with a few agonized crawls manages to smack the anticapting hand of Annabel Lee!
PERCY: There’s the tag!
The crowd roars as Lee rushes in, the previous pain something she’s overcome and moves on burchill who has gotten to her feet and just about made it to her corner just in time to be surprised by a shocking spinning kick to her head from Annabel Lee that knocks her into the ring ropes instead, and meets ANOTHER spinning heel kick from Annabel right off the rebound the POPS the crowd and floors Burchill!
PERCY: THE ANNABELL RINGER!
And Lee, certifiably on fire at this point, releases another spinning kick that topples Hayden unexpectedly off the ropes to the outside!
CAT: Damn, Annabel’s a spitfire!
Annabel points out into the crowd, igniting another huge pop before she climbs the ropes and finds herself atop the turnbuckle and wastes little time catching air with a flying elbow that bounces Burchill painfully!
PERCY: Lee with a hook of the leg and a cover! This could be it!
1…
2…
CAT: And Ana Hayden slides in under the ropes and pulls Lee off of Burchill just in the nick of time!!!
Hayden drags herself to her corner after that quick save, still clutching her head from Annabel’s kick.
PERCY: Lee better not rest on her laurels, Burchill’s starting to move.
Lee grips the Red Queen’s arm and starts to force her to her feet only to be knocked backward by a forearm smash that staggers Lee. A pained Burchill climbs to her feet and knocks another forearm smash into Lee, then another before Burchill stumbles backward and aims for a tag with Ana Hayden who pulls her hand away at the last second.
PERCY: What is she doing?!
Burchill is surprised, and is even more surprised when Lee charges in and PLANTS Burchill to the canvas with a discus clothesline. But her onslaught is shortlived as Hayden delivers a quick shot to Lee’s face that staggers the rookie backward. As if mimicking Burchill’s previous forced tag, Hayden tags herself in and promptly goes to work backing Annabel Lee up against the ropes and HURLING her for a free corner where Lee lands hard against the turnbuckle. Hayden charges in for a splash only to find no one’s home as Lee narrowly dodges out and Hayden splashes chest first painfully against the turnbuckle and staggers out of the corner and falls.
PERCY: What a sequence!
CAT: I don’t think Ana Hayden was expecting that!
PERCY: Hard to say what she was expecting. But now she’s got to worry about the prospects of facing a fresh Kelsey Spencer!
Lee staggers along the ropes towards her corner and the outstretched hand of the waiting Kelsey Spencer!
CAT: And with that Kelsey’s in and eager to respond to the earlier dirty tagging from her opponents, undoubtedly.
PERCY: Not only that, but the story right now seems to be that the team of Hayden and Caroline Burchill, who have been doing stunningly well together, seem to have a little bit of an inner conflict between them.
CAT: Hasn’t stopped them from winning before!
Spencer is quick to the corner to lay Burchill out with a dropkick that sends Burchill sprawling to the concrete. As Hayden tries to rise to her feet, Spencer roars in with a step-up enziguri that flattens Ana.
PERCY: And the crowd is roaring as Kelsey Spencer has them fired up.
CAT: This team is definitely fireworks, Percy.
Kelsey Spencer wastes no time bringing Ana to her feet and in no short-order monkey flips Ana onto the canvas. And Kelsey isn’t done there, she’s back on her feet like a popped cork, bringing Ana with her and fires several quick elbows that backs Ana into the neutral corner. Spencer backs up and CHARGES only to find no one home!
PERCY: Last split second there and Ana dives out of the way!
CAT: Spencer shoulder blocked the corner post!!
Ana is down, and Spencer is stuck in the corner. Both Lee and Burchill await the tag.
PERCY: All four of these women are not as fresh as they could be…
CAT: Whoever makes the tag is going to have an uphill battle regardless, this match has been swinging on a dime!
Kelsey pulls herself out of the corner, holding her injured shoulder, and using the ropes to help guide her towards her corner. At the same time, Hayden crawls over to her corner. Both women reach their respective partners, and a double tag brings Annabel and Caroline barreling into the ring. Annabel goes for a clothesline, but Caroline ducks under it, hooking her arm, then the other, and takes Lee over into a backslide pin.
1...
2...
Annabel kicks out, the momentum throwing her onto her feet, while Caroline rises right in front of her and lunges forwards with a clothesline of her own. It's Lee's turn to duck, and Burchill continues on to the ropes for extra spring. Annabel moves into catch her with another strike, but once again, Caroline ducks it, hooking the arm with her arms, and then swinging her legs up to hook the other before taking Lee over into a crucifix pin.
1...
2...
Annabel is out again at two, and both women come up to their feet in a flurry, meeting each other with right hands. Both fall away from each other holding their jaws, but when they come back around it's Burchill who sneaks in a swift boot to the midsection. She goes for a DDT, but Annabel is already pushing her to the ropes. All tangled up in the steel cables, they exchange punches to various body parts, the match starting to break down into a brawl much to the delight of the fans. A-Ref tries to intercede, but the two women struggle with one another, and end up rolling along the ropes, trapping the referee, and rolling right across him in the process. They finally end up in a neutral corner, with Annabel the unfortunate one against the turnbuckles. Burchill rares back for a swing, but Annabell ducks it, shoving her opponent into the corner, and catching her with a thunderous chop.
CROWD: Woooooooo
Annabel follows it up with another one, and then takes Caroline by the wrist, and whips her hard to the other side. Burchill strikes with tremendous impact, and on the other side Annabel starts running in place, swinging her arms, like she's gearing up like a locomotive. Finally, she thunders across the ring towards the stunned Burchill, but when she reaches center ring, there's Hayden with a vicious clothesline that nearly takes the woman's head off. Kelsey enters the ring behind Hayden, and when the woman turns around she's caught completely unaware by a running single leg drop kick.
PERCY: SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN TO HAYDEN! This match is breaking down into a free for all!
CAT: I honestly didn't see that happening with those two goodie girls out here. Bravo!
Hayden rolls to the outside holding her face, and Kelsey follows her to the edge of the ring, the fans cheering wildly for the face. When she turns around, however, Burchill comes careening out of the corner to nail her with a clothesline that sends her sailing right over the top rope to crash to the concrete floor. Burchill, looking satisfied, doesn't even bother to acknowledge the boo's as she turns back to Annabel. She begs for the woman to get to her feet, and an unaware Annabel slowly begins to comply. Once Lee is most of the way up, Burchill rushes her, hooking her around the head and leaps into the air for what looks to be a tornado DDT. Unfortunately for Caroline, Annabel tosses the woman high up into the air and sends her crashing down to the mat face first. Burchill pops up on instinct holding her face as Lee falls back into the ropes for momentum. When she thunders back across the ring, she takes flight herself, throwing both knee's out in front of her, crashing into Caroline O'Hara Burchill, and riding her all the way down to the mat. The pop is tremendous, as Annabel slides down for the cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: Good lord, that looked like a version of the AnnTrack, and might I add, very effective!
CAT: Man, that girl was on the ropes, but somehow managed to have the ring presence to turn that move around on Burchill. She doesn't look like a rookie anymore to me.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winners of this match, and the first two participants in ADDICTION's first ever Main Event, ANNABEL LEE & KELSEY SPENCER!
Annabel remains on her knee's, and is almost in disbelief as she clutches her chest, a huge grin on her face from ear to ear. Kelsey rolls into the ring and crawls over to where her friend is sitting, and throws her arm over her shoulders, and pulling her head in so that they can have a playful headbutt. The ladies get off the ground and share a hug as the fans pour on the adoration, and A-Ref eventually steps between them and lifts their hands high in the air in victory. The two women break off from one another and each take a turnbuckle, acknowledging the crowd that's given them so much support. The camera pans past the two before switching back to the announce team.
PERCY: Huge win for Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer, but now those same two women will go on to the very first ADDICTION Main Event where they'll be participants in a fatal four way. Should be interesting.
CAT: Well, all I know is that all this hugging is making me sick. Can we cut to a commercial or something?
PERCY: Folks, forgive my partner. She obviously never had any sisterly love in her day.
CAT: It's true, my sister was a bitch.
PERCY: (Sigh) Up next, we've got singles action. Stay tuned folks.
{Grudge Match}
Singles Match
Black Jack Colter versus Roscar
PERCY: From tag action and thoughts of ADDICTION to a bitter rivalry between two guys that just don't like each other.
CAT: No further build up needed. Let's watch these guys beat the hell out of each other!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following match is for one fall!
Roscar enters the stadium as "Before I Forget" by Slipknot is heard around the arena. He is holding a beer can. Roscar stands still and he is looking at floor.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, he hails from Athens, Greece and weighs two hundred fourteen pounds...
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. Before entering the ring, he takes a sip, crushes the can with his hand and then, he throws it behind him. Then he gets off his t-shirt and then enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: He is THE GREEK GOD... ROOOOSCAAR!
His antics are interrupted as 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.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at two hundred thirty two pounds...
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. 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.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: He is BLACK JACK COOOOLTER!
Both men stand off-center of the ring, neither circling, both exchanging a look that makes their opinion of each other clear. The bell rings and the two run in, Roscar charging in with a knee to the gut to bow Colter, fast clubbering blows to the upper back to keep him that way even as Colter grabs ahold of his legs, maybe thinking back body drop?
PERCY: Roscar using that slight reach advantage to take control early here.
Roscar hooks Colter's head, looking maybe for a snap suplex, but Colter's having none of that and plows him into the opposite corner, shoulder to gut, using his own slight weight advantage. Punches to the gut but Roscar escapes, getting a blow to the upper back to send him on his way before The Ref can even start to count for a corner break. Jack doesn't let him go far, irish whipping him and meeting him on return with that back body drop he'd thought about seconds earlier. Roscar rolls towards the apron and Jack catches him before he can make the floor, grabbing him by the long hair and running him into the far turnbuckle. Roscar is stunned but hangs onto the ropes, too fresh still to be knocked to the floor. Jack circles and charges back, but runs into Roscar's clothesline, a hard blow. Roscar has room to step into the ring and hits a baseball slide, stomping Jack's back and driving him to the corner, winding an arm around the pole and wrenching it as The Ref starts the corner break count. Roscar milks it to four, then slides back into the ring, glaring at The Ref before throwing another stomp into Jack's ribs before he can lose control here.
CAT: A match like this, you know there's bad blood-- that's what we wanna see, get right down to the brass tacks. Oooh, tacks. Why couldn't this've been no dq?
Roscar snaps on his infamous chinlock, but Jack's right there at the ropes, provoking another break count. The Greek God backs up, grabs Jack's head with plans to pull him upright, but catches a punch low to the gut for his trouble, and another, Jack working his way back to his feet and swinging for Roscar's chin. Shoving him back into the ropes to irish whip him off but Roscar reverses-- and Jack reverses that and drives Roscar to the mat with a hard spear! Roscar rises and is put right back down with a pumphandle slam. Hooking the leg--
1!
2!
No, kickout! Roscar's still boggled enough for Jack to drive an elbow drop into his upper chest and neck, then back off, waiting for Roscar to rise and turn enough to hit The Guillotine--
PERCY: Here we go, will he get it?!
Roscar catches him, hefting him over with a fallaway slam! More hard hitting punches, determined not to lose momentum... but it's inevitable as Colter starts to find space to swing back, the two trading fists, finding their feet, neither able to hold onto the upper hand for long. It gets frantic for a moment before Roscar manages to grab Colter enough to drive him shoulderfirst into the post, the same one he'd wrenched around the post earlier. Colter goes down and Roscar plants a foot against his head, sandwiching it against the post, breaking for the count before returning to do the same thing again. Roscar slides to the outside, pulling Colter to where his head hangs off the apron edge, delivering heavy forearm shots to his upper chest and exposed head, backing off and charging a knee into Colter's head next.
Roscar taunts outside of the ring, finally rolling back in and grabbing Colter by the head, taking him down yet again with a reverse neckbreaker.
PERCY: The Greek God honing in on his head and neck after doing damage to Colter's shoulder, could he be looking to get The Greek Lock in?
CAT: What better way to prove dominance after the end of their tag team match than by making Colter tap?
Another chinlock-- if Roscar's going for that as his endgame, he's not there yet, drawing out the kill. Colter knows he's in trouble and fires himself up, grabbing for the ropes and Roscar's arm, after a long moment sliding free-- another kick to the head in disgust and Roscar steps away, taking a circle of the ring, arms held out and proud. Colter's made his feet by the time he's back, wobbling, and Roscar grabs him by the neck going for a double handed chokeslam, but Colter hooks the head and shifts his weight, bringing him down thunderously with a DDT! He rolls away, catching his breath. Roscar wobbles to his feet and charges and Colter snaps off a drop toehold into the corner buckle, braining Roscar hard with a quick-thinking version of the snake eyes. Colter is straight on the attack, unrelenting, grabbing Roscar by the head and hauling him out of the corner and directly into a swinging neckbreaker before The Ref can count the break.
PERCY: Black Jack Colter has seen his opening and turned vicious!
Laying in stomps, Colter backs off and shakes out his own cobwebs, waiting for Roscar to rise-- Roscar doesn't disappoint, wobbly on his feet but not waiting for further attack. Colter bounds forwards with a boot to the midsection, and with the man doubled over, he leaps into the air to catch him with a fameasser that drives Roscar face first down into the canvas.
PERCY: THE GUILLOTINE BY BLACK JACK, and he's got the cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: That burly bastard is kind of sexy when he's hurting people. You think he's married, or got a girlfriend?
PERCY: CAT!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest by pinfall, BLACK JACK COLTER!
Black Jack gets to his feet, and stomps around the ring with his hands held high over his head. When A-Ref tries to put his hand on Colter's wrist, he spins on him with a curse, causing the masked referee to run to the other side of the ring in fright. Colter laughs while still jawing with the fans, and point at Roscar, who rolls under the bottom rope shaking his head and looking disappointed. The camera gets one more shot of Colter taking a turnbuckle, before cutting to the midway for a few shots from the amphitheater crowd.
CAT: No further build up needed. Let's watch these guys beat the hell out of each other!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following match is for one fall!
Roscar enters the stadium as "Before I Forget" by Slipknot is heard around the arena. He is holding a beer can. Roscar stands still and he is looking at floor.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, he hails from Athens, Greece and weighs two hundred fourteen pounds...
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. Before entering the ring, he takes a sip, crushes the can with his hand and then, he throws it behind him. Then he gets off his t-shirt and then enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: He is THE GREEK GOD... ROOOOSCAAR!
His antics are interrupted as 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.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at two hundred thirty two pounds...
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. 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.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: He is BLACK JACK COOOOLTER!
Both men stand off-center of the ring, neither circling, both exchanging a look that makes their opinion of each other clear. The bell rings and the two run in, Roscar charging in with a knee to the gut to bow Colter, fast clubbering blows to the upper back to keep him that way even as Colter grabs ahold of his legs, maybe thinking back body drop?
PERCY: Roscar using that slight reach advantage to take control early here.
Roscar hooks Colter's head, looking maybe for a snap suplex, but Colter's having none of that and plows him into the opposite corner, shoulder to gut, using his own slight weight advantage. Punches to the gut but Roscar escapes, getting a blow to the upper back to send him on his way before The Ref can even start to count for a corner break. Jack doesn't let him go far, irish whipping him and meeting him on return with that back body drop he'd thought about seconds earlier. Roscar rolls towards the apron and Jack catches him before he can make the floor, grabbing him by the long hair and running him into the far turnbuckle. Roscar is stunned but hangs onto the ropes, too fresh still to be knocked to the floor. Jack circles and charges back, but runs into Roscar's clothesline, a hard blow. Roscar has room to step into the ring and hits a baseball slide, stomping Jack's back and driving him to the corner, winding an arm around the pole and wrenching it as The Ref starts the corner break count. Roscar milks it to four, then slides back into the ring, glaring at The Ref before throwing another stomp into Jack's ribs before he can lose control here.
CAT: A match like this, you know there's bad blood-- that's what we wanna see, get right down to the brass tacks. Oooh, tacks. Why couldn't this've been no dq?
Roscar snaps on his infamous chinlock, but Jack's right there at the ropes, provoking another break count. The Greek God backs up, grabs Jack's head with plans to pull him upright, but catches a punch low to the gut for his trouble, and another, Jack working his way back to his feet and swinging for Roscar's chin. Shoving him back into the ropes to irish whip him off but Roscar reverses-- and Jack reverses that and drives Roscar to the mat with a hard spear! Roscar rises and is put right back down with a pumphandle slam. Hooking the leg--
1!
2!
No, kickout! Roscar's still boggled enough for Jack to drive an elbow drop into his upper chest and neck, then back off, waiting for Roscar to rise and turn enough to hit The Guillotine--
PERCY: Here we go, will he get it?!
Roscar catches him, hefting him over with a fallaway slam! More hard hitting punches, determined not to lose momentum... but it's inevitable as Colter starts to find space to swing back, the two trading fists, finding their feet, neither able to hold onto the upper hand for long. It gets frantic for a moment before Roscar manages to grab Colter enough to drive him shoulderfirst into the post, the same one he'd wrenched around the post earlier. Colter goes down and Roscar plants a foot against his head, sandwiching it against the post, breaking for the count before returning to do the same thing again. Roscar slides to the outside, pulling Colter to where his head hangs off the apron edge, delivering heavy forearm shots to his upper chest and exposed head, backing off and charging a knee into Colter's head next.
Roscar taunts outside of the ring, finally rolling back in and grabbing Colter by the head, taking him down yet again with a reverse neckbreaker.
PERCY: The Greek God honing in on his head and neck after doing damage to Colter's shoulder, could he be looking to get The Greek Lock in?
CAT: What better way to prove dominance after the end of their tag team match than by making Colter tap?
Another chinlock-- if Roscar's going for that as his endgame, he's not there yet, drawing out the kill. Colter knows he's in trouble and fires himself up, grabbing for the ropes and Roscar's arm, after a long moment sliding free-- another kick to the head in disgust and Roscar steps away, taking a circle of the ring, arms held out and proud. Colter's made his feet by the time he's back, wobbling, and Roscar grabs him by the neck going for a double handed chokeslam, but Colter hooks the head and shifts his weight, bringing him down thunderously with a DDT! He rolls away, catching his breath. Roscar wobbles to his feet and charges and Colter snaps off a drop toehold into the corner buckle, braining Roscar hard with a quick-thinking version of the snake eyes. Colter is straight on the attack, unrelenting, grabbing Roscar by the head and hauling him out of the corner and directly into a swinging neckbreaker before The Ref can count the break.
PERCY: Black Jack Colter has seen his opening and turned vicious!
Laying in stomps, Colter backs off and shakes out his own cobwebs, waiting for Roscar to rise-- Roscar doesn't disappoint, wobbly on his feet but not waiting for further attack. Colter bounds forwards with a boot to the midsection, and with the man doubled over, he leaps into the air to catch him with a fameasser that drives Roscar face first down into the canvas.
PERCY: THE GUILLOTINE BY BLACK JACK, and he's got the cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: That burly bastard is kind of sexy when he's hurting people. You think he's married, or got a girlfriend?
PERCY: CAT!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest by pinfall, BLACK JACK COLTER!
Black Jack gets to his feet, and stomps around the ring with his hands held high over his head. When A-Ref tries to put his hand on Colter's wrist, he spins on him with a curse, causing the masked referee to run to the other side of the ring in fright. Colter laughs while still jawing with the fans, and point at Roscar, who rolls under the bottom rope shaking his head and looking disappointed. The camera gets one more shot of Colter taking a turnbuckle, before cutting to the midway for a few shots from the amphitheater crowd.
Tag Team Match
(The winner of this match will star in the first ever ADDICTION Main Event in a Fatal Four Way)
Rachel Ellsworth & Leon Cashmere versus Hunter Storms & Evie Girard
PERCY: Well, we're switching gears again, going back to tag team action, and we'll find out who is going to go on to the first ever ADDICTION Main Event.
CAT: My money's on the Atomic Red Head!
PERCY: What about her partner? Or Hunter Storms and Evie Girard?
CAT: Listen, i don't know about those other three. All I know is that Rachel Ellsowrth dislocates people's shit, and that is awesome.
PERCY: Well, it never ceases to amaze me how easy it can be to please you. Rhonda, take it away.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following bout is for one fall, and is a tag team match!
The venue darkens slightly as the opening riff to Dust Hymn plays through the speakers.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, and hailing from Marieville, Quebec, Canada...
After thirty seconds, when the beat kicks in, Evie emerges from the back with a stern look on her face, looking out into the audience. The crowd respond with a warm reception to her – some cheers, some boos – none of which appear to phase her. Evie makes her way down the aisle and stops as she approaches the ring, before circling it. Hopping up onto the ring apron, Evie enters the ring underneath the middle rope and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle, throwing her arms up high in the air.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: She is EEVIIIIE GIIIRAARD!
Hopping down, Evie waits patiently in her team's corner. 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.
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 partner, from Washington D.C., weighing in at two hundred forty one pounds, HUNTEEERRRR 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 to confer with his partner.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And their opponents... introducing first, weighing in at one hundred fifty four pounds and hailing from Chochranton, Pennsylvania...
The chorus of 'Infra-Red' by Placebo plays as orange and red lights wash over the arena, the crowd cheering raucously for the young woman that is about to emerge. Not the sort to cool her heels backstage for long, Rachel Ellsworth steps through the curtain and onto the ramp, a mischievous smile on her lips that promises nothing good for the poor saps that are getting into the ring with her tonight. The feisty little redhead raises her fists above her head as she looks out over the crowd, garnering their support while also revving herself up for the match to come. This movement triggers a v-shaped formation of white pyros to go off behind her.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The Atomic Redhead, RAAAACHELLL ELLSWORTH!
Heading down the ramp at a leisurely-enough pace to interact with the fans as she goes, she makes her way into the ring via sliding beneath the bottom rope. Heading over to the nearest turnbuckle, she mounts it and continues eating up the cheers that she's getting from the fans. Ultimately, though, she has to hop down and get ready for her match... and that is exactly what she does, doing a few stretches that could be considered provocative if one has a thing for rudimentary calisthenics.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And her partner, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee...
The first chords of "Kashmir" hit and the lights instantly kill except for one spotlight coming up from the bottom of the stage as smoke begins to fill around the area as the slow violin plays. Suddenly the violin stops and the lights kill, the fans pop loudly as the guitars and drums kick in and now standing in the spotlight which flashes different colors with the smoke all around him with his back turned is Leon Cashmere. His jacket popped out so you can see the bright CASHMERE across the back of it. Turning around with his jacket still popped he nods as he looks around at the fan with a wide smile before letting his jacket fall, and then begins his walk toward the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: LEEEOON CASHMEEERE!
After making his way down the ramp, he leaps onto the apron, holding onto the ropes and sliding along with his knee pads before he continues his grip on the ropes but turns around and looks at the fans once more, finally he stands up and wipes his feet on the apron before he climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle and pops his jacket open again. Punching the top of the turnbuckle pad before leaping into the ring. He does a few runs into the ropes before coming to a dead stop in the middle of the ring and posing before the lights come up and he makes his way to the corner, taking off his jacket and testing the ropes. He moves to check with his partner, then Cashmere and Storms step forward. The bell rings and both men snap forward in a collar and elbow tieup, battling for control through power.
PERCY: Both men pretty close to one another in weight and power, both completely fresh. They're like two bulls here starting off.
CAT: Boooooriiiiing. Somebody hit somebody!
It's not a quick break, each making the other labor for every inch. It's not so much anyone getting backed towards a corner as the course of the struggle veering them towards one. After a couple of turns, Cashmere is the one that winds up with his back to a turnbuckle, though neither can get free enough to throw a punch. A Ref begins to count anyway, and both break and raise their hands... and Hunter hiptosses Leon out of the corner, dropping down to engage-- Leon catches him in a quick grounded headscissors, which he pops free of, to their feet and Hunter's armdragged by Leon, Hunter to his feet and Leon sweeps his legs and presses his shoulders flat in a quick pin attempt that breaks before A Ref can fall to count it, and both break and back off to survey the other.
PERCY: Well, you were asking for action, you got it!
CAT: Not exactly what I had in mind, but I'm not complaining here.
Again they move to lock up, but Storms sidesteps, catching Cashmere in a top wristlock, wedging in punches to Cashmere's ribs where he can, wrenching the man's arm up to torque his shoulder until he's down on one knee. A Ref checks him for a submission as he uses his free arm to start to change the tide. He's close when Storms breaks the hold to take him down with a quick snapmare-- Hunter is running the ropes, knocking Cashmere down with shoulder blocks every pass as the man tries to make his feet, dizzyingly. On the fourth pass Leon wises up, sliding in a dropdown for Hunter's feet that is stepped over, trying for a hiptoss on the man's next pass, which Hunter counters into an armdrag with heavy impact. Hunter moves in to attack but Cashmere plants both feet into his chest and sends him spinning away, an armdrag of his own, catching Storms on the next pass and backing him to the ropes to shoot him off-- and he tags in Rachel as he does so. He quickly follows Storms to distract him with a dropdown slide as Rachel sidesteps and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker.
PERCY: If I didn't know better, I'd think they were a well-oiled machine of a team! Handy reading of each other on the fly, this could get interesting.
It does, however, send Storms flopping close enough to his corner to catch a tag just before Rachel can grab his ankle, Evie stepping into the ring as he slides out. Evie comes running in, Rachel ducks under and gets the girl in a wristlock, twisting it savagely, all the way to turn it into a snug hammerlock. Evie reaches back for her head, then throws an elbow hard to loosen her. Rachel comes in swinging but Evie ducks behind, catching a waistlock and running her chest-first into the turnbuckle then backrolling into a pin attempt.
1!
Not quite two and a kickout by Rachel. Evie doesn't hesitate, quickly catching the rising Rachel with a snap suplex, catching her rising and lifting her for a fisherman buster-- Rachel twisting herself in the air to bring them both down into a cross armbreaker, grabbing fingers, wrenching one badly before Evie can hook a foot on the ropes for the break. Even then, Rachel stretches the count, tearing into her hand while she can, looking to compromise the puro-style wrestler's grip.
PERCY: I can't tell if she got a finger dislocation on that, but she's giving us a taste of what she's after tonight!
CAT: She might just be my kinda girl!
She sneaks in a tag and Hunter is back, but so is Cashmere, irish whipping Hunter off but he's reversed and met with a clothesline, both up and charge and try to knock each other off their feet, another irish whip and this time Cashmere lays him out with a lariat, grabbing him by the head and nailing him with a headbutt, then another, not giving Hunter space to try to outdo him technically. He grabs Hunter and powers him down with the Limit Break spinning side slam.
1!
2!
No three, and he forces Hunter up and irish whips him into the corner but Hunter drops and slides, popping back up with the Hunter's Mark! The crowd rises to their feet!
1!
2!
THR--
CAT: NARROW, NARROW shoulder up, just barely, perhaps Hunter's pin compromised by still being staggered from Leon's onslaught.
PERCY: OH GOD! OH, so close!
Hunter's smart enough to crawl to his corner at this point and tag in Evie. She steps to the apron and nails a slingshot legdrop on Cashmere, who rolls away to try to avoid yet another pinning predicament-- she grabs him by the leg and turns, hooks her leg with a foot in the back of his knee, and bridges back into a Muta Lock. She bridges her body to crank the the pressure and Leon struggles. He grabs for her fingers and manages to compromise her grip bit by bit until her hands finally slip. Once he's out he rolls backwards, reaching up to tag Rachel Ellsworth, who fires into the ring to meet Evie head on. Evie ducks under a clothesline attempt, but when she turns around she's met with a stiff European uppercut that spins her all the way around. What happen's next comes as a shock, as Rachel wraps her arms around Evie's head, places her own at the base of Evie's skull, and then drops straight down to her knee's.
PERCY: CODE RED FROM OUT OF NO WHERE! Rachel with the pin!
1...
CAT: Hunter Storms back in the ring, but Leon Cashmere there to cut him off.
2...
PERCY: Both men struggling..
3!!!
CAT: I can't believe it! It's over!
PERCY: Hunter storms just stopped struggling against Leon Cashmere, and he's shaking his head in disbelief. Hunter's leaving the ring, while Rachel and Cashmere are getting their hands raised in victory.
Cashmere points to himself, then back at Rachel, and then to the ADDICTION Banner hanging near the stage. Rachel nods, and Cashmere smirks, before exiting the ring. Rachel soaks up some more of the crowds reaction before exiting the ring herself, leaving Evie Girard stunned in the center of the ring, clutching at the back of her neck. The young woman gets to her feet slowly, and stumbles around the ring for a minute, when suddenly Hunter Storms reappears out of nowhere. The two stare at each other for a moment, Hunter with those piercing dead eyes, and Evie currently in a lot of pain.
CAT: I guess Hunter's back to help his partner out of the ring. She looks like she's having trouble...
PERCY: I don't know, Cat, Hunter Storms doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who helps ladi.....HUNTER'S MARK! QUICK AS A DAMN CAT, and Evie Girard is laid out in the center of the ring again, this time by her own partner.
CAT: I guess he didn't like the fact that she lost the match for them.
PERCY: Who know's what's going on in that man's mind. He has a veritable face of stone, and barely shows any emotion, but you gotta believe him dropping Evie here tonight with that Hunter's Mark is as close as we're going to get to him having one.
CAT: Well, all I can say is welcome to PAW Evie Girard, better luck next time. But right now, we've got a grudge match to get to!
CAT: My money's on the Atomic Red Head!
PERCY: What about her partner? Or Hunter Storms and Evie Girard?
CAT: Listen, i don't know about those other three. All I know is that Rachel Ellsowrth dislocates people's shit, and that is awesome.
PERCY: Well, it never ceases to amaze me how easy it can be to please you. Rhonda, take it away.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following bout is for one fall, and is a tag team match!
The venue darkens slightly as the opening riff to Dust Hymn plays through the speakers.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, and hailing from Marieville, Quebec, Canada...
After thirty seconds, when the beat kicks in, Evie emerges from the back with a stern look on her face, looking out into the audience. The crowd respond with a warm reception to her – some cheers, some boos – none of which appear to phase her. Evie makes her way down the aisle and stops as she approaches the ring, before circling it. Hopping up onto the ring apron, Evie enters the ring underneath the middle rope and immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle, throwing her arms up high in the air.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: She is EEVIIIIE GIIIRAARD!
Hopping down, Evie waits patiently in her team's corner. 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
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 partner, from Washington D.C., weighing in at two hundred forty one pounds, HUNTEEERRRR 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 to confer with his partner.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And their opponents... introducing first, weighing in at one hundred fifty four pounds and hailing from Chochranton, Pennsylvania...
Someone call the ambulance...
There's gonna be an accident.
The chorus of 'Infra-Red' by Placebo plays as orange and red lights wash over the arena, the crowd cheering raucously for the young woman that is about to emerge. Not the sort to cool her heels backstage for long, Rachel Ellsworth steps through the curtain and onto the ramp, a mischievous smile on her lips that promises nothing good for the poor saps that are getting into the ring with her tonight. The feisty little redhead raises her fists above her head as she looks out over the crowd, garnering their support while also revving herself up for the match to come. This movement triggers a v-shaped formation of white pyros to go off behind her.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The Atomic Redhead, RAAAACHELLL ELLSWORTH!
Heading down the ramp at a leisurely-enough pace to interact with the fans as she goes, she makes her way into the ring via sliding beneath the bottom rope. Heading over to the nearest turnbuckle, she mounts it and continues eating up the cheers that she's getting from the fans. Ultimately, though, she has to hop down and get ready for her match... and that is exactly what she does, doing a few stretches that could be considered provocative if one has a thing for rudimentary calisthenics.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And her partner, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds and hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee...
The first chords of "Kashmir" hit and the lights instantly kill except for one spotlight coming up from the bottom of the stage as smoke begins to fill around the area as the slow violin plays. Suddenly the violin stops and the lights kill, the fans pop loudly as the guitars and drums kick in and now standing in the spotlight which flashes different colors with the smoke all around him with his back turned is Leon Cashmere. His jacket popped out so you can see the bright CASHMERE across the back of it. Turning around with his jacket still popped he nods as he looks around at the fan with a wide smile before letting his jacket fall, and then begins his walk toward the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: LEEEOON CASHMEEERE!
After making his way down the ramp, he leaps onto the apron, holding onto the ropes and sliding along with his knee pads before he continues his grip on the ropes but turns around and looks at the fans once more, finally he stands up and wipes his feet on the apron before he climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle and pops his jacket open again. Punching the top of the turnbuckle pad before leaping into the ring. He does a few runs into the ropes before coming to a dead stop in the middle of the ring and posing before the lights come up and he makes his way to the corner, taking off his jacket and testing the ropes. He moves to check with his partner, then Cashmere and Storms step forward. The bell rings and both men snap forward in a collar and elbow tieup, battling for control through power.
PERCY: Both men pretty close to one another in weight and power, both completely fresh. They're like two bulls here starting off.
CAT: Boooooriiiiing. Somebody hit somebody!
It's not a quick break, each making the other labor for every inch. It's not so much anyone getting backed towards a corner as the course of the struggle veering them towards one. After a couple of turns, Cashmere is the one that winds up with his back to a turnbuckle, though neither can get free enough to throw a punch. A Ref begins to count anyway, and both break and raise their hands... and Hunter hiptosses Leon out of the corner, dropping down to engage-- Leon catches him in a quick grounded headscissors, which he pops free of, to their feet and Hunter's armdragged by Leon, Hunter to his feet and Leon sweeps his legs and presses his shoulders flat in a quick pin attempt that breaks before A Ref can fall to count it, and both break and back off to survey the other.
PERCY: Well, you were asking for action, you got it!
CAT: Not exactly what I had in mind, but I'm not complaining here.
Again they move to lock up, but Storms sidesteps, catching Cashmere in a top wristlock, wedging in punches to Cashmere's ribs where he can, wrenching the man's arm up to torque his shoulder until he's down on one knee. A Ref checks him for a submission as he uses his free arm to start to change the tide. He's close when Storms breaks the hold to take him down with a quick snapmare-- Hunter is running the ropes, knocking Cashmere down with shoulder blocks every pass as the man tries to make his feet, dizzyingly. On the fourth pass Leon wises up, sliding in a dropdown for Hunter's feet that is stepped over, trying for a hiptoss on the man's next pass, which Hunter counters into an armdrag with heavy impact. Hunter moves in to attack but Cashmere plants both feet into his chest and sends him spinning away, an armdrag of his own, catching Storms on the next pass and backing him to the ropes to shoot him off-- and he tags in Rachel as he does so. He quickly follows Storms to distract him with a dropdown slide as Rachel sidesteps and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker.
PERCY: If I didn't know better, I'd think they were a well-oiled machine of a team! Handy reading of each other on the fly, this could get interesting.
It does, however, send Storms flopping close enough to his corner to catch a tag just before Rachel can grab his ankle, Evie stepping into the ring as he slides out. Evie comes running in, Rachel ducks under and gets the girl in a wristlock, twisting it savagely, all the way to turn it into a snug hammerlock. Evie reaches back for her head, then throws an elbow hard to loosen her. Rachel comes in swinging but Evie ducks behind, catching a waistlock and running her chest-first into the turnbuckle then backrolling into a pin attempt.
1!
Not quite two and a kickout by Rachel. Evie doesn't hesitate, quickly catching the rising Rachel with a snap suplex, catching her rising and lifting her for a fisherman buster-- Rachel twisting herself in the air to bring them both down into a cross armbreaker, grabbing fingers, wrenching one badly before Evie can hook a foot on the ropes for the break. Even then, Rachel stretches the count, tearing into her hand while she can, looking to compromise the puro-style wrestler's grip.
PERCY: I can't tell if she got a finger dislocation on that, but she's giving us a taste of what she's after tonight!
CAT: She might just be my kinda girl!
She sneaks in a tag and Hunter is back, but so is Cashmere, irish whipping Hunter off but he's reversed and met with a clothesline, both up and charge and try to knock each other off their feet, another irish whip and this time Cashmere lays him out with a lariat, grabbing him by the head and nailing him with a headbutt, then another, not giving Hunter space to try to outdo him technically. He grabs Hunter and powers him down with the Limit Break spinning side slam.
1!
2!
No three, and he forces Hunter up and irish whips him into the corner but Hunter drops and slides, popping back up with the Hunter's Mark! The crowd rises to their feet!
1!
2!
THR--
CAT: NARROW, NARROW shoulder up, just barely, perhaps Hunter's pin compromised by still being staggered from Leon's onslaught.
PERCY: OH GOD! OH, so close!
Hunter's smart enough to crawl to his corner at this point and tag in Evie. She steps to the apron and nails a slingshot legdrop on Cashmere, who rolls away to try to avoid yet another pinning predicament-- she grabs him by the leg and turns, hooks her leg with a foot in the back of his knee, and bridges back into a Muta Lock. She bridges her body to crank the the pressure and Leon struggles. He grabs for her fingers and manages to compromise her grip bit by bit until her hands finally slip. Once he's out he rolls backwards, reaching up to tag Rachel Ellsworth, who fires into the ring to meet Evie head on. Evie ducks under a clothesline attempt, but when she turns around she's met with a stiff European uppercut that spins her all the way around. What happen's next comes as a shock, as Rachel wraps her arms around Evie's head, places her own at the base of Evie's skull, and then drops straight down to her knee's.
PERCY: CODE RED FROM OUT OF NO WHERE! Rachel with the pin!
1...
CAT: Hunter Storms back in the ring, but Leon Cashmere there to cut him off.
2...
PERCY: Both men struggling..
3!!!
CAT: I can't believe it! It's over!
PERCY: Hunter storms just stopped struggling against Leon Cashmere, and he's shaking his head in disbelief. Hunter's leaving the ring, while Rachel and Cashmere are getting their hands raised in victory.
Cashmere points to himself, then back at Rachel, and then to the ADDICTION Banner hanging near the stage. Rachel nods, and Cashmere smirks, before exiting the ring. Rachel soaks up some more of the crowds reaction before exiting the ring herself, leaving Evie Girard stunned in the center of the ring, clutching at the back of her neck. The young woman gets to her feet slowly, and stumbles around the ring for a minute, when suddenly Hunter Storms reappears out of nowhere. The two stare at each other for a moment, Hunter with those piercing dead eyes, and Evie currently in a lot of pain.
CAT: I guess Hunter's back to help his partner out of the ring. She looks like she's having trouble...
PERCY: I don't know, Cat, Hunter Storms doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who helps ladi.....HUNTER'S MARK! QUICK AS A DAMN CAT, and Evie Girard is laid out in the center of the ring again, this time by her own partner.
CAT: I guess he didn't like the fact that she lost the match for them.
PERCY: Who know's what's going on in that man's mind. He has a veritable face of stone, and barely shows any emotion, but you gotta believe him dropping Evie here tonight with that Hunter's Mark is as close as we're going to get to him having one.
CAT: Well, all I can say is welcome to PAW Evie Girard, better luck next time. But right now, we've got a grudge match to get to!
{Grudge Match}
Singles Match
Flaming Youth versus Cross Recoba
PERCY: This next match has got a lot of heat, Cat, and I for one can't wait to see what happens.
CAT: That's right, Percy! Cross Recoba makes his in ring return against a man that he knows every well, Flaming Youth. This will be the first time these two ever face off with each other despite both of them being apart of PAW since day one.
PERCY: You have to wonder if there isn't going to be any ring rust with Recoba, seeing as how he's been out of action for seven long months.
CAT: I guess only time will tell, but I don't think The Fox is going to have any troubles here.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match, and is set for one fall or submission...
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of Flaming Youth can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the big screen over the stage.
At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and spins around on the rampway, reaching out to the crowd who scream in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks out over the crowd with approval.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana. He is one half of The BombTrax, 'The High Flyer', 'The Innovative Aviator', FLAMING YOUTH!
With the announcement of his name he takes off into a sprint towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Dashing over to the corner he bounds up to the second rope, and scans the crowd, talking jive as the fans soak it all up. With a short hop, he spins so that he’s now facing the ring, and takes a seat on the top rope to await his opponent.
PERCY: Youth is out here representing The BombTrax, and as I'm sure everyone knows, his partner will be defending the PAW Heavyweight Championship later tonight in the Main Event.
CAT: Resounding 'DUH', Percy.
The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' sounds across the arena. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they know what to expect when they hear the distinctive distorted power-chords that start the song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain. He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd. He instinctively clutches the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.
CAT: That's right, Percy! Cross Recoba makes his in ring return against a man that he knows every well, Flaming Youth. This will be the first time these two ever face off with each other despite both of them being apart of PAW since day one.
PERCY: You have to wonder if there isn't going to be any ring rust with Recoba, seeing as how he's been out of action for seven long months.
CAT: I guess only time will tell, but I don't think The Fox is going to have any troubles here.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match, and is set for one fall or submission...
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of Flaming Youth can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the big screen over the stage.
YOUTH IS A MINDSET
MY FLAME IS ETERNAL
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana. He is one half of The BombTrax, 'The High Flyer', 'The Innovative Aviator', FLAMING YOUTH!
With the announcement of his name he takes off into a sprint towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Dashing over to the corner he bounds up to the second rope, and scans the crowd, talking jive as the fans soak it all up. With a short hop, he spins so that he’s now facing the ring, and takes a seat on the top rope to await his opponent.
PERCY: Youth is out here representing The BombTrax, and as I'm sure everyone knows, his partner will be defending the PAW Heavyweight Championship later tonight in the Main Event.
CAT: Resounding 'DUH', Percy.
The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' sounds across the arena. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they know what to expect when they hear the distinctive distorted power-chords that start the song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain. He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd. He instinctively clutches the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada. Representing The Power Trio, he is 'The Fox' CROSS RECOBA!!
He leaps onto the apron and smiles as he sees his disapproving audience jeering and booing, but simply pays them no mind before stepping through the ropes to stare across the ring at his opponent. A-Ref comes by and starts the process of checking Cross for foreign objects, much as he did Youth during Recoba's entrance. Seeming satisfied there won't be any unfair play, he steps out of the way and calls for the bell.
PERCY: Here we go, folks. Seven long months of built up animosity between these two has culminated in this match, and finally the score is going to be settled here and now.
CAT: You can't really believe that, Percy. Sure, if Cross puts the pip-squeak away it furthers his claims to greatness, but after that he's got Press on his mind.
PERCY: Maybe so, but how do you think that will play out if Calvin Harris wins the championship tonight? Is Cross after the man who put him out of action, or after the belt Press earned by doing just that?
CAT: Right now it looks like he's out to put down Flaming Youth, so quit worrying about all that crap!
The two men circle one another for a few seconds before locking up in the center of the ring. They jockey for position, but as quick as a hiccup, Youth ends up behind Recoba in a waist lock which he quickly turns into a side headlock. Recoba buckles a bit, but doesn't loose his cool as he wedges his fingers between his own head and the grip Youth is trying to maintain. Once there, he locks his arms, using his 40 pound advantage to muscle Youth's arms upwards into a top wrist lock. The two struggle against one another with their arms locked above their heads, but Recoba proves that he is the stronger of the two as Youth is slowly forced down towards the canvas. The High Flyer never lets his feet go out from under him, but rather bends all the way backwards, bridging with his head and neck to keep his shoulders off the mat. Cross continues to try and press the advantage, but with a sudden burst of will, Youth slowly begins to rise off the mat, until both men are back on solid footing, pushing against one another once more. In a flash, Youth slips out of the wrist lock, snapping down to the mat and hooking Cross to take him over for a snap arm drag. Cross hit's the mat, but bounces right back up, rushing in on youth once more, only to be taken over with another of the lightening like arm drags. Back on his feet for a third time, Cross rushes in, but this time, when Youth goes for the obvious, he puts on the breaks and hooks the man up in a full nelson, jerking the High Flyer right up off the canvas. Youth flails with his legs looking for somewhere to go, or to maybe touch the ropes for a break, but Cross keeps him centered in the ring, cinching up on the hold painfully.
PERCY: Some fine chain wrestling right there at the start of this contest from both men, but it looks like Cross has taken the advantage. Let's see what he can do out of that full nelson.
Realizing that he's only making the hold worse, Youth stops struggling and becomes dead weight in Recoba's grip. Cross brings his foot around in front of Youth's feet, looking to trip him into an STO, but Youth uses that sudden change in their bodies stance to slip his head out from the nelson, and hop up with a short Knee to The Fox's face. Recoba falls back a bit as Youth charges the ropes for momentum. He comes back with a full head of steam, and Recoba goes for a lariat, but misses. On the second pass he swings with a back elbow, but again finds nothing but air. On the third pass Youth leaps at Cross with a cross body, but the cunning superstar ducks out of the way allowing Youth to harmlessly pass over him to eat canvas. Youth bounces, and tries to use it to get back to his feet, but before he can get his barrings Cross is on him with a high knee lift that sends him crashing to the canvas. Youth is already on his way back to his feet when Cross pushes him into the corner, and then lights him up with a vicious chop.
CROWD: Wooooooooooo!
Recoba, obviously feeling he can do better, tilts Youth back and fires in another chop, this one leaving red blisters across the other man's chest. He doesn't bother to acknowledge the crowd as he takes Youth by the wrist, and whips him hard to the far side. He follows him into the corner, but much to his surprise, Youth runs right up the turnbuckles and cuts a back flip over the man landing safely behind him. Cross puts on the brakes himself, and turns just in time to eat a drop kick that sends him crashing back first into the corner. He tries to step out again, but Youth is already back on his feet, sending another drop kick right into the mans chest. He flies backwards, striking the turnbuckle, and then slumping down to a seated position. Youth rushes over, hops up to the second rope above Cross, and then throws both feet out, before swinging them back in to strike the man in the face with a face buster drop kick in the corner. Youth rolls backwards up to his feet, while Cross slips to the outside holding his face, and cursing.
PERCY: Every time Cross Recoba seems to have Youth on the ropes he switches it up with speed and tactics.
CAT: Yeah, the little bastards like a rubber band.
Cross steps over to the ramp, and shakes his head as the fans jeer and boo him. Meanwhile, Youth steps up to the edge of the ring and grabs the top rope with both hands. When Cross finally decides to turn back around, The High Flyer launches himself up and over the ropes for a splancha. Cross, however, has the move scouted, and he manages to sidestep out of the way. Youth eats concrete and the fans wince as Recoba smirks, finally letting loose his jaw, and placing some targeted boots to the man's ribs. He lifts him up from the floor, and takes him by the wrist, and whips him towards the guard rail. Youth crashes into the steel rib first, and he crumples to the floor with a grimace of pain. Recoba, seeming pleased with himself, steps over and yanks the man up by the nape of the neck, and tosses him under the bottom rope back into the ring.
PERCY: Well, that's one way of slowing down the pace.
CAT: Actually, it's the best way, Percy.
Youth struggles to his feet, and Cross measures him from the edge of the ring before moving in and catching him around the head for a swinging neck breaker in the center of the ring. Recoba immediately spins around and makes the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Youth gets the shoulder up at two, and Cross doesn't seem to concerned about it as he pulls the man up along with him.
CAT: The Fox is completely in control now, Percy. Once you ground a guy like Youth, all you have to do is stay on him to ensure he won't be doing anymore flying.
Cross pushes Youth into the ropes, and sends him for the ride to the other side. As Youth returns, he manages to duck under Recoba's standing front kick, but on his way back is taken out by an impressive spinning heel kick. Recoba, seeing his man stunned, makes his way to the closest corner, and slips out on the apron only to start climbing to the top. Once perched on top, he smirks out at the crowd, before leaping off with high elbow drop that crashes down across Youth's throat and head. The Innovative Aviator writhes around on the canvas holding his noggin, before Cross snaps his shoulders back to the mat for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Man, Youth just barely able to get his shoulder up that time, and Cross having a few words with A-Ref about the count. I don't think that's necessary.
CAT: It is if that masked idiot has a slow count Percy, which is obvious to anyone paying attention.
Cross jerks Youth off the canvas, and hooks him around the waist, looking right at A-Ref as he lifts him up, and drives him back down across his knee for a back breaker. Youth cries out a bit, clutching at his lower back, as Cross places his knee into the center of the man's back, and then hooks his arm and his leg, and yanks back for a painful submission hold.
PERCY: Cross Recoba knows all about injured backs, and his finisher centers around that very region. I think he's setting Youth up for the end here.
CAT: Damn right, although this might do it right here. I've always suspected he was the wink link in The BombTrax.
Youth continues to cry out, reaching out at nothing but air with the the hand that isn't trapped by Cross. Recoba continues to yank back, tightening up on the hold every few seconds to ensure that he is inflicting maximum damage. After a few more seconds of this, Youth begins to use his other leg to push him and Recoba both towards the closest bottom rope. He continuously refuses A-Ref's checks, but just when he's almost able to grasp his salvation, Recoba releases the hold and savagely reigns stomps down onto the man's lower back.
PERCY: The usually composed Recoba is showing a vicious streak here, which I think indicates how personal this contest really is. If he can't beat the hell out of Press tonight, then the champion's partner has turned into a good substitute.
CAT: Yeah, and I think that fool is done here.
Recoba jerks Youth up by a fistful of hair, and bounces his head off the nearest turnbuckle before spinning him around to rest against it. He rares back and fires off a chop, that is immediately followed by another, and then another. Youth clutches at his chest, mouth hung open in shock and pain, while the fans boo The Fox for all he's worth. Recoba takes Youth by the wrist and sends him hard towards the far corner, and when he strikes the turnbuckles his head snaps back with the whip lash. Recoba nods in satisfaction, and rushes in to follow up with a crushing maneuver. Youth, however, manages to peel out of the corner at the last second, and Cross strikes the turnbuckles sternum first. He stumbles back in surprise, and Youth flashes in front of him, hops up to the second rope, and then spins around with his leg extended, catching Cross right in the face with a side swiping action with the sole of his boot. Cross clutches at his face, momentarily stunned, and Youth is already moving again, hopping to the ring apron and then climbing up to the top rope. He grimaces as he does so, holding onto his back from the damage done earlier, but he manages to make it to his perch. As soon as Recoba is recovered enough to find his prey, all he gets a glimpse of is Youth leaping from the top with a high angled missile drop kick that nails him right in the face once more. Recoba snaps down to the canvas off the impact, and rolls for the bottom rope and to the outside to create separation.
PERCY: Youth creating opportunities where he can, and this looks very familiar. Recoba wisely to the outside to put distance between him and the kid's dangerous feet.
CAT: Kid? Are you kidding me? That idiot is older than Cross!
Youth sucks in wind as he watches Cross move around on the outside, checking his nose for bleeding, and firing back insults at the fans at ringside. As Cross turns back towards the ring, Youth comes rushing towards the ropes. Recoba, thinking that more than likely Youth would try to fly, ducks his head. Youth is the one that has him scouted, however, and instead drops into a baseball slide that connects with the top of Cross' head, sending him crashing backwards into the steel guard rail. He scoots his upper body underneath the bottom rope as well, rising up with his back towards Recoba. Throwing all caution to the wind, he hops up to the second rope, and springboards into a vaulting moonsault all the way down onto Cross Recoba, wiping both men out of the match entirely.
PERCY: GOOD GOD! WHAT A MOVE!
CAT: That fool didn't even look back to mark his target, he just leaped. That's insane!
The fans are on their feet with cheers, while A-Ref stares down at the two men who are barely stirring. He shrugs his shoulders, and starts to make his count.
1...
2...
3...
PERCY: Man, it would be a shame for it to end like this.
4...
5...
CAT: I still can't believe this. Cross had Youth right where he wanted him. How can this be happening?
6...
7...
PERCY: Wait...it looks like Cross is crawling for the ring.
8...
CAT: There you go, get up.....and He's in!
PERCY: Just barely. He's laying on the apron sucking in wind....and wait....Youth just pulled himself up.
9....
TE-Just as A-Ref is about to call it, Youth launches himself into the ring under the bottom rope, ending the count. Cross, already halfway up to his feet on the opposite side of the ring, turns to see Youth doing the same on his side. The two men lock eyes, the anger and bitterness clear between them. With a roar they charge across the ring at one another, both leaving their feet, both going for spinning wheel kicks. Their boots clap in the center of the ring, and both men go down to the canvas, but immediately snap back up, and somehow both go for standing drop kicks. They both go down to the mat again, finding nothing but air for their troubles, but both are back to their feet in an instant. One goes one way to bounce into the ropes, while the other goes the opposite way, and when they meet in the middle, both crash against one another with dual cross bodies. The men lay on the canvas exhausted from the furious volley of maneuvers that they both tried, and failed, while A-Ref starts another count in the center of the ring.
PERCY: These two guys have put it all on the line here tonight in an impressive showing of one another's abilities!
CAT: Yeah, and we're in danger of having this thing end in a draw if someone doesn't make the big play soon.
A-Ref reaches all the way to eight when the two men roll over and scramble up to their feet. Facing each other now, Cross drives home a hard right hand which rocks Youth back on his heels. Youth staggers forwards, and drives a right of his own into Recoba's jaw. The two men continue trading punches in the center of the ring as the fans scream 'Nay' for Recoba's strikes, and 'Yay' for Youth's. Recoba, however, get's the better of the exchange, and without warning, he reaches down to grab Youth behind his knee's, yanking the man's feet out from under him. With Youth's legs in the air, Recoba starts fighting to cinch up on them and turn him, but the wormy veteran squirms trying to prevent the hold from being applied.
PERCY: Cross is going for Garibaldi's Guillotine, a version of a high arching Boston Crab. If he gets that locked on, it's over. No one has ever broken out of it before!
CAT: That little bastard isn't making things easy, though. He's all over the ring trying to get free.
Youth manages to pull one of his legs to chest, and he thrusts his foot forward right into Cross' chest, forcing him to release the other leg and fall back into the ropes. Cross bounces, but come right back, and that's when Youth kips up to his feet, and takes the man's head off with a super kick from out of nowhere.
PERCY: SLOW BURN! MY GOD, HE HIT THAT SHIT LIKE A MAGICIAN!
CAT: That guy really is like a flash.
Cross crumples down to the mat, and Youth falls across him, hooking the leg and pulling it deep. He nods his head with the count.
1...
2...
3!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Your winner of the match, by pinfall, FLAMING YOUTH!!
Youth pops up off of Cross, drops down to one knee, and then comes up again clutching at his back. He falls back into a turnbuckle where A-Ref takes him by the wrist, and thrusts his arm into the air with victory. Youth punches at the air, excited, and hops up onto the turnbuckle as Cross rolls to the outside still clutching his jaw.
PERCY: Well, this one puts The Power Trio at zero, and The BombTrax at one here tonight. I wonder if this is an omen of things to come.
CAT: I don't think so, Percy. As good as Cross Recoba is, he's no Calvin Harris, and we're due for a changing of the guard in our Main Event.
PERCY: Well folks, that remains to be seen, but right now let's head to the back to see what's developing.
PERCY: Here we go, folks. Seven long months of built up animosity between these two has culminated in this match, and finally the score is going to be settled here and now.
CAT: You can't really believe that, Percy. Sure, if Cross puts the pip-squeak away it furthers his claims to greatness, but after that he's got Press on his mind.
PERCY: Maybe so, but how do you think that will play out if Calvin Harris wins the championship tonight? Is Cross after the man who put him out of action, or after the belt Press earned by doing just that?
CAT: Right now it looks like he's out to put down Flaming Youth, so quit worrying about all that crap!
The two men circle one another for a few seconds before locking up in the center of the ring. They jockey for position, but as quick as a hiccup, Youth ends up behind Recoba in a waist lock which he quickly turns into a side headlock. Recoba buckles a bit, but doesn't loose his cool as he wedges his fingers between his own head and the grip Youth is trying to maintain. Once there, he locks his arms, using his 40 pound advantage to muscle Youth's arms upwards into a top wrist lock. The two struggle against one another with their arms locked above their heads, but Recoba proves that he is the stronger of the two as Youth is slowly forced down towards the canvas. The High Flyer never lets his feet go out from under him, but rather bends all the way backwards, bridging with his head and neck to keep his shoulders off the mat. Cross continues to try and press the advantage, but with a sudden burst of will, Youth slowly begins to rise off the mat, until both men are back on solid footing, pushing against one another once more. In a flash, Youth slips out of the wrist lock, snapping down to the mat and hooking Cross to take him over for a snap arm drag. Cross hit's the mat, but bounces right back up, rushing in on youth once more, only to be taken over with another of the lightening like arm drags. Back on his feet for a third time, Cross rushes in, but this time, when Youth goes for the obvious, he puts on the breaks and hooks the man up in a full nelson, jerking the High Flyer right up off the canvas. Youth flails with his legs looking for somewhere to go, or to maybe touch the ropes for a break, but Cross keeps him centered in the ring, cinching up on the hold painfully.
PERCY: Some fine chain wrestling right there at the start of this contest from both men, but it looks like Cross has taken the advantage. Let's see what he can do out of that full nelson.
Realizing that he's only making the hold worse, Youth stops struggling and becomes dead weight in Recoba's grip. Cross brings his foot around in front of Youth's feet, looking to trip him into an STO, but Youth uses that sudden change in their bodies stance to slip his head out from the nelson, and hop up with a short Knee to The Fox's face. Recoba falls back a bit as Youth charges the ropes for momentum. He comes back with a full head of steam, and Recoba goes for a lariat, but misses. On the second pass he swings with a back elbow, but again finds nothing but air. On the third pass Youth leaps at Cross with a cross body, but the cunning superstar ducks out of the way allowing Youth to harmlessly pass over him to eat canvas. Youth bounces, and tries to use it to get back to his feet, but before he can get his barrings Cross is on him with a high knee lift that sends him crashing to the canvas. Youth is already on his way back to his feet when Cross pushes him into the corner, and then lights him up with a vicious chop.
CROWD: Wooooooooooo!
Recoba, obviously feeling he can do better, tilts Youth back and fires in another chop, this one leaving red blisters across the other man's chest. He doesn't bother to acknowledge the crowd as he takes Youth by the wrist, and whips him hard to the far side. He follows him into the corner, but much to his surprise, Youth runs right up the turnbuckles and cuts a back flip over the man landing safely behind him. Cross puts on the brakes himself, and turns just in time to eat a drop kick that sends him crashing back first into the corner. He tries to step out again, but Youth is already back on his feet, sending another drop kick right into the mans chest. He flies backwards, striking the turnbuckle, and then slumping down to a seated position. Youth rushes over, hops up to the second rope above Cross, and then throws both feet out, before swinging them back in to strike the man in the face with a face buster drop kick in the corner. Youth rolls backwards up to his feet, while Cross slips to the outside holding his face, and cursing.
PERCY: Every time Cross Recoba seems to have Youth on the ropes he switches it up with speed and tactics.
CAT: Yeah, the little bastards like a rubber band.
Cross steps over to the ramp, and shakes his head as the fans jeer and boo him. Meanwhile, Youth steps up to the edge of the ring and grabs the top rope with both hands. When Cross finally decides to turn back around, The High Flyer launches himself up and over the ropes for a splancha. Cross, however, has the move scouted, and he manages to sidestep out of the way. Youth eats concrete and the fans wince as Recoba smirks, finally letting loose his jaw, and placing some targeted boots to the man's ribs. He lifts him up from the floor, and takes him by the wrist, and whips him towards the guard rail. Youth crashes into the steel rib first, and he crumples to the floor with a grimace of pain. Recoba, seeming pleased with himself, steps over and yanks the man up by the nape of the neck, and tosses him under the bottom rope back into the ring.
PERCY: Well, that's one way of slowing down the pace.
CAT: Actually, it's the best way, Percy.
Youth struggles to his feet, and Cross measures him from the edge of the ring before moving in and catching him around the head for a swinging neck breaker in the center of the ring. Recoba immediately spins around and makes the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Youth gets the shoulder up at two, and Cross doesn't seem to concerned about it as he pulls the man up along with him.
CAT: The Fox is completely in control now, Percy. Once you ground a guy like Youth, all you have to do is stay on him to ensure he won't be doing anymore flying.
Cross pushes Youth into the ropes, and sends him for the ride to the other side. As Youth returns, he manages to duck under Recoba's standing front kick, but on his way back is taken out by an impressive spinning heel kick. Recoba, seeing his man stunned, makes his way to the closest corner, and slips out on the apron only to start climbing to the top. Once perched on top, he smirks out at the crowd, before leaping off with high elbow drop that crashes down across Youth's throat and head. The Innovative Aviator writhes around on the canvas holding his noggin, before Cross snaps his shoulders back to the mat for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Man, Youth just barely able to get his shoulder up that time, and Cross having a few words with A-Ref about the count. I don't think that's necessary.
CAT: It is if that masked idiot has a slow count Percy, which is obvious to anyone paying attention.
Cross jerks Youth off the canvas, and hooks him around the waist, looking right at A-Ref as he lifts him up, and drives him back down across his knee for a back breaker. Youth cries out a bit, clutching at his lower back, as Cross places his knee into the center of the man's back, and then hooks his arm and his leg, and yanks back for a painful submission hold.
PERCY: Cross Recoba knows all about injured backs, and his finisher centers around that very region. I think he's setting Youth up for the end here.
CAT: Damn right, although this might do it right here. I've always suspected he was the wink link in The BombTrax.
Youth continues to cry out, reaching out at nothing but air with the the hand that isn't trapped by Cross. Recoba continues to yank back, tightening up on the hold every few seconds to ensure that he is inflicting maximum damage. After a few more seconds of this, Youth begins to use his other leg to push him and Recoba both towards the closest bottom rope. He continuously refuses A-Ref's checks, but just when he's almost able to grasp his salvation, Recoba releases the hold and savagely reigns stomps down onto the man's lower back.
PERCY: The usually composed Recoba is showing a vicious streak here, which I think indicates how personal this contest really is. If he can't beat the hell out of Press tonight, then the champion's partner has turned into a good substitute.
CAT: Yeah, and I think that fool is done here.
Recoba jerks Youth up by a fistful of hair, and bounces his head off the nearest turnbuckle before spinning him around to rest against it. He rares back and fires off a chop, that is immediately followed by another, and then another. Youth clutches at his chest, mouth hung open in shock and pain, while the fans boo The Fox for all he's worth. Recoba takes Youth by the wrist and sends him hard towards the far corner, and when he strikes the turnbuckles his head snaps back with the whip lash. Recoba nods in satisfaction, and rushes in to follow up with a crushing maneuver. Youth, however, manages to peel out of the corner at the last second, and Cross strikes the turnbuckles sternum first. He stumbles back in surprise, and Youth flashes in front of him, hops up to the second rope, and then spins around with his leg extended, catching Cross right in the face with a side swiping action with the sole of his boot. Cross clutches at his face, momentarily stunned, and Youth is already moving again, hopping to the ring apron and then climbing up to the top rope. He grimaces as he does so, holding onto his back from the damage done earlier, but he manages to make it to his perch. As soon as Recoba is recovered enough to find his prey, all he gets a glimpse of is Youth leaping from the top with a high angled missile drop kick that nails him right in the face once more. Recoba snaps down to the canvas off the impact, and rolls for the bottom rope and to the outside to create separation.
PERCY: Youth creating opportunities where he can, and this looks very familiar. Recoba wisely to the outside to put distance between him and the kid's dangerous feet.
CAT: Kid? Are you kidding me? That idiot is older than Cross!
Youth sucks in wind as he watches Cross move around on the outside, checking his nose for bleeding, and firing back insults at the fans at ringside. As Cross turns back towards the ring, Youth comes rushing towards the ropes. Recoba, thinking that more than likely Youth would try to fly, ducks his head. Youth is the one that has him scouted, however, and instead drops into a baseball slide that connects with the top of Cross' head, sending him crashing backwards into the steel guard rail. He scoots his upper body underneath the bottom rope as well, rising up with his back towards Recoba. Throwing all caution to the wind, he hops up to the second rope, and springboards into a vaulting moonsault all the way down onto Cross Recoba, wiping both men out of the match entirely.
PERCY: GOOD GOD! WHAT A MOVE!
CAT: That fool didn't even look back to mark his target, he just leaped. That's insane!
The fans are on their feet with cheers, while A-Ref stares down at the two men who are barely stirring. He shrugs his shoulders, and starts to make his count.
1...
2...
3...
PERCY: Man, it would be a shame for it to end like this.
4...
5...
CAT: I still can't believe this. Cross had Youth right where he wanted him. How can this be happening?
6...
7...
PERCY: Wait...it looks like Cross is crawling for the ring.
8...
CAT: There you go, get up.....and He's in!
PERCY: Just barely. He's laying on the apron sucking in wind....and wait....Youth just pulled himself up.
9....
TE-Just as A-Ref is about to call it, Youth launches himself into the ring under the bottom rope, ending the count. Cross, already halfway up to his feet on the opposite side of the ring, turns to see Youth doing the same on his side. The two men lock eyes, the anger and bitterness clear between them. With a roar they charge across the ring at one another, both leaving their feet, both going for spinning wheel kicks. Their boots clap in the center of the ring, and both men go down to the canvas, but immediately snap back up, and somehow both go for standing drop kicks. They both go down to the mat again, finding nothing but air for their troubles, but both are back to their feet in an instant. One goes one way to bounce into the ropes, while the other goes the opposite way, and when they meet in the middle, both crash against one another with dual cross bodies. The men lay on the canvas exhausted from the furious volley of maneuvers that they both tried, and failed, while A-Ref starts another count in the center of the ring.
PERCY: These two guys have put it all on the line here tonight in an impressive showing of one another's abilities!
CAT: Yeah, and we're in danger of having this thing end in a draw if someone doesn't make the big play soon.
A-Ref reaches all the way to eight when the two men roll over and scramble up to their feet. Facing each other now, Cross drives home a hard right hand which rocks Youth back on his heels. Youth staggers forwards, and drives a right of his own into Recoba's jaw. The two men continue trading punches in the center of the ring as the fans scream 'Nay' for Recoba's strikes, and 'Yay' for Youth's. Recoba, however, get's the better of the exchange, and without warning, he reaches down to grab Youth behind his knee's, yanking the man's feet out from under him. With Youth's legs in the air, Recoba starts fighting to cinch up on them and turn him, but the wormy veteran squirms trying to prevent the hold from being applied.
PERCY: Cross is going for Garibaldi's Guillotine, a version of a high arching Boston Crab. If he gets that locked on, it's over. No one has ever broken out of it before!
CAT: That little bastard isn't making things easy, though. He's all over the ring trying to get free.
Youth manages to pull one of his legs to chest, and he thrusts his foot forward right into Cross' chest, forcing him to release the other leg and fall back into the ropes. Cross bounces, but come right back, and that's when Youth kips up to his feet, and takes the man's head off with a super kick from out of nowhere.
PERCY: SLOW BURN! MY GOD, HE HIT THAT SHIT LIKE A MAGICIAN!
CAT: That guy really is like a flash.
Cross crumples down to the mat, and Youth falls across him, hooking the leg and pulling it deep. He nods his head with the count.
1...
2...
3!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Your winner of the match, by pinfall, FLAMING YOUTH!!
Youth pops up off of Cross, drops down to one knee, and then comes up again clutching at his back. He falls back into a turnbuckle where A-Ref takes him by the wrist, and thrusts his arm into the air with victory. Youth punches at the air, excited, and hops up onto the turnbuckle as Cross rolls to the outside still clutching his jaw.
PERCY: Well, this one puts The Power Trio at zero, and The BombTrax at one here tonight. I wonder if this is an omen of things to come.
CAT: I don't think so, Percy. As good as Cross Recoba is, he's no Calvin Harris, and we're due for a changing of the guard in our Main Event.
PERCY: Well folks, that remains to be seen, but right now let's head to the back to see what's developing.
Ji walks through the hallways, his phone going back up to his ear as the number he just hit on his speed dial rings. After a few seconds, the phone cuts to Voice Mail, and he irritably swipes the phone to end the call. He rounds the corner that will take him to Munin's office, and he comes to a stop when he spies the door partially ajar and a light on inside. He is suddenly overcome with relief and joy, and he runs the rest of the way down the hall. Bursting through the door, the huge grin on his face falls to disappointment and shock as the camera moves into the room to find The Enhancement Talent milling about, seeming to be going through Lady Munin's files. 'Country Fine' James Radford, 'The Lost Boyz', Pan and Rufio, and of course 'Everyone's Favorite Racist', S.O.B., all freeze where they stand, staring back at Ji who continues staring back at them.
JI: What the fuck are you all doing in here....
He pauses, remembering the last time he caught these men in her office.
JI: AGAIN!
JAMES RADFORD: Look, Mr. Ji, we were just looking for our contracts to see how much longer we had left on them. We all got an offer recently to try out for another promotion, and we'd like to talk to Lady Munin about letting us out of our contracts.
Ji stares at the four men in disbelief, walking into the room rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger.
JI: You mean to tell me, that on the biggest night this promotion has ever hosted, on the eve of us going to national television, you four want to discuss leaving PAW? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MINDS?!?
JAMES RADFORD: Far be it from me to state the obvious, Mr. Ji, but you appear to be wound pretty tight. Is there anything we might be able to help you with?
S.O.B.: I'll help that cracker with his attitude if he gets high pitched like that one more time, believe dat!
The Lost Boyz wave S.O.B. off as he crosses his arms over his chest, wild eyeing Ji who looks on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.
JI: I....She's gone! I don't know where she is. I can't run this show without her, I'm just a frickin' assistant.
JAMES RADFORD: Wait, are you saying that Lady Munin is missing?
Ji nods sadly, the look of a lost puppy left out in the rain. Radford nods, giving the man a reassuring smile.
JAMES RADFORD: Don't worry, Mr. Ji. We'll go look for her. I'm sure she'll turn up somewhere. Give you a ring the minute we find her, you dig?
Ji seems to light up at the idea, actually allowing a smile to creep onto his face.
JI: You would do that for me? Really? Oh please, won't you. This show needs the Lady, James. I guarantee if you find her I'll get her to agree to whatever terms you want. I promise.
Radford nods, and motions with his hand for the rest to follow him. The Lost Boyz pat Ji on the shoulder as they pass by, and S.O.B. brings up the rear with a disgruntled look. He can be heard complaining all the way down the hallway as Ji sits down on the edge of the desk, letting out a sigh of relief.
S.O.B.: I don't know why we gots to be the ones to go find this slant-eye cracker! We went in there to do one thing, find ourselves doing another. I tell you right now, you crackers ain't got no guff. Back in my day, if a little quarky sumbitch like that came barging onto the scene, we'ld a beat his ass. Why, I remember dis one time down in Baton Rouge, I stomped the shit out dis boy for giving me the googly eye. Cracker nevah saw it coming! You cracker's wouldn't know nothing about it, on account of you being white breads, but I tell you right now it was something to behold. Yessir!
Eventually the camera fades to ringside.
JI: What the fuck are you all doing in here....
He pauses, remembering the last time he caught these men in her office.
JI: AGAIN!
JAMES RADFORD: Look, Mr. Ji, we were just looking for our contracts to see how much longer we had left on them. We all got an offer recently to try out for another promotion, and we'd like to talk to Lady Munin about letting us out of our contracts.
Ji stares at the four men in disbelief, walking into the room rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger.
JI: You mean to tell me, that on the biggest night this promotion has ever hosted, on the eve of us going to national television, you four want to discuss leaving PAW? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MINDS?!?
JAMES RADFORD: Far be it from me to state the obvious, Mr. Ji, but you appear to be wound pretty tight. Is there anything we might be able to help you with?
S.O.B.: I'll help that cracker with his attitude if he gets high pitched like that one more time, believe dat!
The Lost Boyz wave S.O.B. off as he crosses his arms over his chest, wild eyeing Ji who looks on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.
JI: I....She's gone! I don't know where she is. I can't run this show without her, I'm just a frickin' assistant.
JAMES RADFORD: Wait, are you saying that Lady Munin is missing?
Ji nods sadly, the look of a lost puppy left out in the rain. Radford nods, giving the man a reassuring smile.
JAMES RADFORD: Don't worry, Mr. Ji. We'll go look for her. I'm sure she'll turn up somewhere. Give you a ring the minute we find her, you dig?
Ji seems to light up at the idea, actually allowing a smile to creep onto his face.
JI: You would do that for me? Really? Oh please, won't you. This show needs the Lady, James. I guarantee if you find her I'll get her to agree to whatever terms you want. I promise.
Radford nods, and motions with his hand for the rest to follow him. The Lost Boyz pat Ji on the shoulder as they pass by, and S.O.B. brings up the rear with a disgruntled look. He can be heard complaining all the way down the hallway as Ji sits down on the edge of the desk, letting out a sigh of relief.
S.O.B.: I don't know why we gots to be the ones to go find this slant-eye cracker! We went in there to do one thing, find ourselves doing another. I tell you right now, you crackers ain't got no guff. Back in my day, if a little quarky sumbitch like that came barging onto the scene, we'ld a beat his ass. Why, I remember dis one time down in Baton Rouge, I stomped the shit out dis boy for giving me the googly eye. Cracker nevah saw it coming! You cracker's wouldn't know nothing about it, on account of you being white breads, but I tell you right now it was something to behold. Yessir!
Eventually the camera fades to ringside.
{Grudge Match}
Submission Match
Aokigahara Zombie versus CJ O'Donnell
PERCY: Looks like Lady Munin is still missing. I wonder where she could be?
CAT: You know, normally I'd be as worried about the boss as much as anyone, but right now I don't really care. Somebody's going to tap in this next match, and I want to find out who it's going to be. Rhonda, let's get this shit on the road, babe!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is a Submission Match where the only way to defeat your opponent is by making them give up verbally or via tap out.
As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!
As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.
Caleb reaches the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.
CJ enters the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.
PERCY: CJ looking good out here, seems to be mister nonsense here tonight.
CAT: He's going to have to be if he want's to keep his opponents fingers out of his mouth. Eww!
“Courage” by The Minutemen blares out of the speakers.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Now for his opponent, hailing from Yamanashi, Japan, and weighing in at 230 pounds, here is… AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!
Aokigara Zombie comes out with his hands in the air. He lets out a roar and points at the ring with a wide grin. He struts to the ring and high fives a couple of fans.
PERCY: It’s really finally time for these two to settle things.
CAT: Grudge match!
PERCY: Not only that but it will be contested under submission only rules. I can’t wait. This match is really happening. Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O’Donnell in the ring alone.
CAT: What is Zombie doing?
Aokigahara Zombie goes up the steps but stops as The Ref and CJ watch him. Then he goes under the ring and pulls out a backpack and carefully lays it next to the steps before going into the ring. He immediately distracts CJ and The Ref by rushing up to O’Donnell and getting in his face and grinning. The Ref separates them and calls for the match to start.
They circle each other and lock up. Zombie pushes CJ away from him into the ground and smirks. They lock up again and Zombie does the same. Then they lock up again and Zombie pushes CJ into the turnbuckle and whips him across the ring. CJ hits the opposite corner hard and turns to see Aokigahara running towards him with malicious intent. He takes a step to the side and locks up Zombie’s feet with a drop toe hold forcing Zombie down and his chest to hit the middle turnbuckle hard. Aokigahara lays there feeling the pain and then CJ takes a step up on the ropes and comes down on Zombie’s back with both of his knees compressing Zombie’s body into the corner. Zombie falls to the floor and lies on the mat.
The Ref stops CJ and tries to get him not to follow Aokigahara outside but while he is turned away from the outside, Zombie grabs him by his feet and drags him out. Zombie hits CJ with a flurry of quick and sloppy punches to the back and head. Then he whips him into and over the barricade into the audience. Security and the seating attendance rush to get people out of the way as Zombie and The Ref follow O’Donnell out. Zombie climbs over the barricade as CJ gets up. Zombie punches in the face and O’Donnell fires back with an elbow. They exchange like as the fans go wild as neither of them falter. CJ finally ducks a punch and kicks Zombie into a chair. He kicks Zombie in the chest multiple times.
PERCY: CJ O’Donnell asserting his dominance here with Feet Don’t Fail Me Now.
CAT: I think it’s a bit early to claim dominance here.
When O’Donnell goes for the roundhouse kick to the face Zombie blocks it with his arms and pulls CJ in for a Headbutt. He goes to CJ’s back and picks him up to drop him onto the chair with the edge between his legs for a modified Atomic Drop. He then takes a few steps back and runs at CJ planting his head on the concrete with a Running Bulldog.
CAT: Zombie just sacrificed himself on that one as he landed on a bunch of empty chairs himself.
PERCY: That might of been intentional. I don’t know anymore with this guy.
Aokigahara rises up throwing chairs off of himself with a growl. He tries to scramble over to CJ but when he gets close, CJ hits his knee with the edge of a folded chair. He stumbles back and CJ jabs his knee with the chair again. Zombie falls as O’Donnell gets up looking furious. He wipes blood from a cut under his eye and stalks Zombie. He waits until Zombie tries to get up on his legs to hack away at his knee again with the chair. Zombie goes down and holds his knee and nods. O’Donnell swings the chair at Zombie’s head and when Zombie goes down he brings the edge down on his knee again and Aokigahara grunts and tries to crawl away. CJ goes after him and grabs Zombie by the hair but suddenly gasps.
PERCY: OH NO!
CAT: Zombie has O’Donnel by the gonads and seems to be squeezing tight. Is this the first submission of the night?
Aokigahara has reached up and locked in a Crotch Claw and CJ jumps around in pain as the males around them wince along with him. The Ref asks CJ if he gives up but he shakes his head. Zombie then gets on his knees and braces his wrist. Then he gets up and lifts CJ up by the crotch and flips him over the barricade back onto the ringside area.
PERCY: Why? That is a sick man.
CAT: He sure knows how to hurt another man. I wonder if he would have tried that on a female…
Zombie carefully climbs over the barricade and leans against it to take some pressure off his knee. He grins as the audience chants his name. He walks over to CJ and hits him with an elbow drop and then another. He goes under the ring and grabs a table. The Ref checks on CJ as Zombie sets the table up perpendicular to the ring and goes over to his backpack. He pulls out another smaller bag from it and holds it up as he walks to the table. He grabs the bag and dips the contents over the table and the fans gasp in happy surprise.
PERCY: This is going to get out of control. Those are thumbtacks he is pouring over that table.
CAT: It seems Aoki wants to cause as much damage as possible before submitting O’Donnell.
Zombie ducks under the table and goes over to collect CJ but as he comes close CJ hits him with a low blow. O’Donnell finishes collecting himself and kicks Zombie in the face. He whips Zombie over to the ring post. He walks over and a fan shakes a sign on it with “Save Me Aokigahara Zombie” written on it. He snatches it away and rips it up into four pieces as he enjoys the woman’s angry reaction. He smashes Zombie’s head on the ring post twice then tugs his hair back to deliver a Reverse DDT on the floor. CJ picks Zombie up and tosses him into the ring. He then grabs a hold of Zombie’s legs on each side of the ring post and smiles at the audience with his leg on the post.
PERCY: Seriously, the punishment to that area needs to stop.
CAT: Are you feeling it yourself?
PERCY: A little!
CJ pulls and Zombie slides into the ringpost nuts first and he growls in pain. CJ wastes no time and immediately wraps up his legs to lock in the Figure Four Leglock around the Ringpost. Aokigahara is now howling and The Ref tries to get CJ to break the hold.. Zombie smashes the mat and laughs.
CAT: I guess he is in the ropes but he isn’t using them. That lovely bastard is laughing!
PERCY: CJ O’Donnell will have to dig deep to pull a submission out of The Martyr.
CJ finally lets go of Aokigahara legs and dashes into the ring to taunt him. Zombie raises a hand and beckons to CJ asking for more as he holds his knee. CJ grabs the leg and rips at the back of the kneepad and takes it off of it. He lifts the leg up and drives it knee first into the mat. Zombie writhes in pain. CJ quickly locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab to hyperextend the knee. Aokigahara shakes his head when The Ref asks for his submission. He muscles himself onto his back and kicks CJ away. O’Donnell bounces off the ropes as Zombie quickly gets up and hits a Dropkick to the damaged knee causing Aokigahara to flip over.
PERCY: O’Donnell has a clear gameplan here. How will Aoki get back into the match?
CAT: Will he even try to stop O’Donnell? He’s loving this.
Aokigahara gets to his knees and punches him in the face. When he goes for another punch Zombie grabs his arm and and pulls him into a Crossface Chickenwing. He gets up and properly locks the move in. The Ref rushes over to CJ’s front to check if he submits. CJ elbows Aokigahara with his free arm until he starts to lose consciousness.
When his hits start to waver and The Ref holds his arm up and lets it drop once. The Ref picks it up again and it falls for the second time. The crowd almost can’t stand the anticipation as The Ref picks O’Donnells arm up for a second time and…. Zombie shakes CJ up and flips him overhead hitting a Crossface Chickenwing Suplex.
PERCY: Zombie just planted CJ onto the top of his head. He had this match won!
CAT: Seems like he wanted to play some more.
PERCY: He can still win. All he needs to do now is lock in another submission to end it. CJ is right there and his knee might not hold up any longer.
CAT: Nope, but he’s left the ring again to get another toy.
Zombie quickly hobbles over to his pack and pulls out a staple gun and the crowd cheers as he displays it to them. He goes over to where his fan with the sign was and she gives him the scraps of the sign CJ tore up. He grabs her by the hair and kisses her on the forehead and she melts with glee.
CAT: Ugh we’ve got some weirdos out here tonight.
PERCY: Of course, it’s Bad Moon Rising!
CJ sees what Aokigahara is carrying and crawls away into the corner. Aokigahara slowly follows him with the four scraps of poster and the staple gun. He grabs CJ by the leg and gets on his chest and hits him on the head with the side of the staple gun. Zombie holds one of the pieces and staples it to CJ’s arm. Then he quickly staples two other pieces to CJ’s forehead and gets off CJ as he screams and squirms in pain. Zombie laughs and jumps up on the turnbuckles to celebrate with the fans. He takes the last scrap and staples it to his own forehead with a howl.
PERCY: What in the hell?
CAT: He didn’t want to be the only one to have some fun with his toy. He should look out behind him.
PERCY: CJ is angry!
CJ O’Donnell gets up to his feet and screams again as he pulls the pieces of paper off of him taking the staples out with them. He is livid as he rubs his bloody forehead and Zombie taunts him as he sits on the top turnbuckle. CJ turns around and the fans laugh at him too. Before anyone has a chance to react O’Donnell runs full tilt at the corner and jumps up at Zombie. He throws Zombie to the side off the top rope and Zombie demolishes the table covered with thumbtacks that he set up earlier.
PERCY: Oh my God!
CAT: This is amazing! I might be sick but I am still in awe! Zombie is stirring but how can he be?
The fans in attendance are going crazy as O’Donnell struts around the ring like a caged animal and Zombie has a frozen grimace on his face as he arches his back. He slowly and very carefully rises from the wooden shards and thumbtacks embedded in his back. He looks up and O’Donnell is on the apron and then suddenly jumps at him and aims a foot on the back of his head and hits an Irish Kiss on the thumbtack covered floor!
CAT: Now I’m fully sick.
The fans closest to the action scream along with Aokigahara as the camera picks up his thumbtack covered back and pans around to the side of his forehead where some more are embedded into his skin. CJ tosses him back into the ring with a sadistic smile. O’Donnell goes over to Zombie and ties up his legs. Then he grabs his arms and forces them back. With some effort he lifts Aokigahara up into the Celtic Curse
PERCY: This is it! I don’t know how much Zombie can take.
CAT: He must be in absolute agony now.
Zombie is gasping for air with his eyes wide open in an ugly display. The Ref inches to the corner as he is about to call the match then sees Zombie whisper something. He dashes over ready to get the go ahead to end the match but he backs away in surprise. CJ O’Donnell struggles to keep the heavier man in the move but stretches Zombie tighter. Zombie screams out a word.
PERCY: Am I hearing him correctly?
CAT: He is actually asking for more!
“Mooore,” Zombie screams repeatedly and The Ref is unsure about what to do. CJ relents and throws him aside and stumbles back. Zombie shrinks away and turns to grin at him with another wide eyed grin. Zombie goes onto his forehead then on his knees and holds his hands together to beg. CJ shakes his head and goes over to oblige him. Zombie suddenly stands up and grabs CJ’s head and drops in a Sitout Jawbreaker. O’Donnell is dazed and Zombie grabs his head and puts him in the powerbomb position and hits the Thunder Fire Powerbomb. He keeps his weight on top of CJ and thrusts his fingers in O’Donnell’s mouth.
CAT: With the last ditch effort he has the Itai Claw locked in.
CJ struggles and grabs Aokigahara by the hair and pulls him back managing to stand. Aokigahara holds onto O’Donnell’s jaw with the rest of his hand and lifts CJ up in the air with the Itai Claw still locked in. He supports CJ's weight with his other arm to keep him up there. CJ kicks out and thrashes in pain.
PERCY: He is holding CJ up in the air by his jaw!
CAT: Let’s not forget that disgusting nerve hold he’s got on him.
CJ lets out some muffled screams and The Ref asks him for any signal. Aokigahara legs shake as he struggles to hold the thrashing CJ up but he keeps the hold locked in. O’Donnell squeezes his eyes shut as blood drips into them and the pain seems to be getting intolerable for him. He raises an arm off of Zombie and taps it on Zombie’s head frantically signaling that he gives up!
CAT: He’s done it!
PERCY: But at what cost?
Zombie slams CJ into the mat then waits for The Ref to hold his arm up before crumpling to the ground next to O’Donnell.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner: Aokigahara Zombie!
PERCY: These two men went through a war here tonight, but ultimately, Zombie didn't get what he wanted out of this match.
CAT: What the hell are you babbling about? He won, didn't he?
PERCY: Yes, Cat, but he's not looking for another victory. He's looking for the opponent that can put him away for good, and he was hoping that man was CJ O'Donnell.
CAT: Well, I don't think he has much to worry about. There are plenty more PAW Superstars around here that wouldn't mind force feeding his teeth to him. Just give it time.
PERCY: On that note, we got Tag Team Turmoil action up next!
CAT: You know, normally I'd be as worried about the boss as much as anyone, but right now I don't really care. Somebody's going to tap in this next match, and I want to find out who it's going to be. Rhonda, let's get this shit on the road, babe!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is a Submission Match where the only way to defeat your opponent is by making them give up verbally or via tap out.
When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won't regret when the sun sets
Cause I live MY LIFE like I'm a beast
I'm a mothafucking beast
Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire"
I'm a motherfucking beast
As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!
As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.
I'ma motherfucking beast
I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'm a motherfucking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street
I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
CJ enters the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.
I'm a motherfucking beast!
CAT: He's going to have to be if he want's to keep his opponents fingers out of his mouth. Eww!
“Courage” by The Minutemen blares out of the speakers.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Now for his opponent, hailing from Yamanashi, Japan, and weighing in at 230 pounds, here is… AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!
Aokigara Zombie comes out with his hands in the air. He lets out a roar and points at the ring with a wide grin. He struts to the ring and high fives a couple of fans.
PERCY: It’s really finally time for these two to settle things.
CAT: Grudge match!
PERCY: Not only that but it will be contested under submission only rules. I can’t wait. This match is really happening. Aokigahara Zombie and CJ O’Donnell in the ring alone.
CAT: What is Zombie doing?
Aokigahara Zombie goes up the steps but stops as The Ref and CJ watch him. Then he goes under the ring and pulls out a backpack and carefully lays it next to the steps before going into the ring. He immediately distracts CJ and The Ref by rushing up to O’Donnell and getting in his face and grinning. The Ref separates them and calls for the match to start.
They circle each other and lock up. Zombie pushes CJ away from him into the ground and smirks. They lock up again and Zombie does the same. Then they lock up again and Zombie pushes CJ into the turnbuckle and whips him across the ring. CJ hits the opposite corner hard and turns to see Aokigahara running towards him with malicious intent. He takes a step to the side and locks up Zombie’s feet with a drop toe hold forcing Zombie down and his chest to hit the middle turnbuckle hard. Aokigahara lays there feeling the pain and then CJ takes a step up on the ropes and comes down on Zombie’s back with both of his knees compressing Zombie’s body into the corner. Zombie falls to the floor and lies on the mat.
The Ref stops CJ and tries to get him not to follow Aokigahara outside but while he is turned away from the outside, Zombie grabs him by his feet and drags him out. Zombie hits CJ with a flurry of quick and sloppy punches to the back and head. Then he whips him into and over the barricade into the audience. Security and the seating attendance rush to get people out of the way as Zombie and The Ref follow O’Donnell out. Zombie climbs over the barricade as CJ gets up. Zombie punches in the face and O’Donnell fires back with an elbow. They exchange like as the fans go wild as neither of them falter. CJ finally ducks a punch and kicks Zombie into a chair. He kicks Zombie in the chest multiple times.
PERCY: CJ O’Donnell asserting his dominance here with Feet Don’t Fail Me Now.
CAT: I think it’s a bit early to claim dominance here.
When O’Donnell goes for the roundhouse kick to the face Zombie blocks it with his arms and pulls CJ in for a Headbutt. He goes to CJ’s back and picks him up to drop him onto the chair with the edge between his legs for a modified Atomic Drop. He then takes a few steps back and runs at CJ planting his head on the concrete with a Running Bulldog.
CAT: Zombie just sacrificed himself on that one as he landed on a bunch of empty chairs himself.
PERCY: That might of been intentional. I don’t know anymore with this guy.
Aokigahara rises up throwing chairs off of himself with a growl. He tries to scramble over to CJ but when he gets close, CJ hits his knee with the edge of a folded chair. He stumbles back and CJ jabs his knee with the chair again. Zombie falls as O’Donnell gets up looking furious. He wipes blood from a cut under his eye and stalks Zombie. He waits until Zombie tries to get up on his legs to hack away at his knee again with the chair. Zombie goes down and holds his knee and nods. O’Donnell swings the chair at Zombie’s head and when Zombie goes down he brings the edge down on his knee again and Aokigahara grunts and tries to crawl away. CJ goes after him and grabs Zombie by the hair but suddenly gasps.
PERCY: OH NO!
CAT: Zombie has O’Donnel by the gonads and seems to be squeezing tight. Is this the first submission of the night?
Aokigahara has reached up and locked in a Crotch Claw and CJ jumps around in pain as the males around them wince along with him. The Ref asks CJ if he gives up but he shakes his head. Zombie then gets on his knees and braces his wrist. Then he gets up and lifts CJ up by the crotch and flips him over the barricade back onto the ringside area.
PERCY: Why? That is a sick man.
CAT: He sure knows how to hurt another man. I wonder if he would have tried that on a female…
Zombie carefully climbs over the barricade and leans against it to take some pressure off his knee. He grins as the audience chants his name. He walks over to CJ and hits him with an elbow drop and then another. He goes under the ring and grabs a table. The Ref checks on CJ as Zombie sets the table up perpendicular to the ring and goes over to his backpack. He pulls out another smaller bag from it and holds it up as he walks to the table. He grabs the bag and dips the contents over the table and the fans gasp in happy surprise.
PERCY: This is going to get out of control. Those are thumbtacks he is pouring over that table.
CAT: It seems Aoki wants to cause as much damage as possible before submitting O’Donnell.
Zombie ducks under the table and goes over to collect CJ but as he comes close CJ hits him with a low blow. O’Donnell finishes collecting himself and kicks Zombie in the face. He whips Zombie over to the ring post. He walks over and a fan shakes a sign on it with “Save Me Aokigahara Zombie” written on it. He snatches it away and rips it up into four pieces as he enjoys the woman’s angry reaction. He smashes Zombie’s head on the ring post twice then tugs his hair back to deliver a Reverse DDT on the floor. CJ picks Zombie up and tosses him into the ring. He then grabs a hold of Zombie’s legs on each side of the ring post and smiles at the audience with his leg on the post.
PERCY: Seriously, the punishment to that area needs to stop.
CAT: Are you feeling it yourself?
PERCY: A little!
CJ pulls and Zombie slides into the ringpost nuts first and he growls in pain. CJ wastes no time and immediately wraps up his legs to lock in the Figure Four Leglock around the Ringpost. Aokigahara is now howling and The Ref tries to get CJ to break the hold.. Zombie smashes the mat and laughs.
CAT: I guess he is in the ropes but he isn’t using them. That lovely bastard is laughing!
PERCY: CJ O’Donnell will have to dig deep to pull a submission out of The Martyr.
CJ finally lets go of Aokigahara legs and dashes into the ring to taunt him. Zombie raises a hand and beckons to CJ asking for more as he holds his knee. CJ grabs the leg and rips at the back of the kneepad and takes it off of it. He lifts the leg up and drives it knee first into the mat. Zombie writhes in pain. CJ quickly locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab to hyperextend the knee. Aokigahara shakes his head when The Ref asks for his submission. He muscles himself onto his back and kicks CJ away. O’Donnell bounces off the ropes as Zombie quickly gets up and hits a Dropkick to the damaged knee causing Aokigahara to flip over.
PERCY: O’Donnell has a clear gameplan here. How will Aoki get back into the match?
CAT: Will he even try to stop O’Donnell? He’s loving this.
Aokigahara gets to his knees and punches him in the face. When he goes for another punch Zombie grabs his arm and and pulls him into a Crossface Chickenwing. He gets up and properly locks the move in. The Ref rushes over to CJ’s front to check if he submits. CJ elbows Aokigahara with his free arm until he starts to lose consciousness.
When his hits start to waver and The Ref holds his arm up and lets it drop once. The Ref picks it up again and it falls for the second time. The crowd almost can’t stand the anticipation as The Ref picks O’Donnells arm up for a second time and…. Zombie shakes CJ up and flips him overhead hitting a Crossface Chickenwing Suplex.
PERCY: Zombie just planted CJ onto the top of his head. He had this match won!
CAT: Seems like he wanted to play some more.
PERCY: He can still win. All he needs to do now is lock in another submission to end it. CJ is right there and his knee might not hold up any longer.
CAT: Nope, but he’s left the ring again to get another toy.
Zombie quickly hobbles over to his pack and pulls out a staple gun and the crowd cheers as he displays it to them. He goes over to where his fan with the sign was and she gives him the scraps of the sign CJ tore up. He grabs her by the hair and kisses her on the forehead and she melts with glee.
CAT: Ugh we’ve got some weirdos out here tonight.
PERCY: Of course, it’s Bad Moon Rising!
CJ sees what Aokigahara is carrying and crawls away into the corner. Aokigahara slowly follows him with the four scraps of poster and the staple gun. He grabs CJ by the leg and gets on his chest and hits him on the head with the side of the staple gun. Zombie holds one of the pieces and staples it to CJ’s arm. Then he quickly staples two other pieces to CJ’s forehead and gets off CJ as he screams and squirms in pain. Zombie laughs and jumps up on the turnbuckles to celebrate with the fans. He takes the last scrap and staples it to his own forehead with a howl.
PERCY: What in the hell?
CAT: He didn’t want to be the only one to have some fun with his toy. He should look out behind him.
PERCY: CJ is angry!
CJ O’Donnell gets up to his feet and screams again as he pulls the pieces of paper off of him taking the staples out with them. He is livid as he rubs his bloody forehead and Zombie taunts him as he sits on the top turnbuckle. CJ turns around and the fans laugh at him too. Before anyone has a chance to react O’Donnell runs full tilt at the corner and jumps up at Zombie. He throws Zombie to the side off the top rope and Zombie demolishes the table covered with thumbtacks that he set up earlier.
PERCY: Oh my God!
CAT: This is amazing! I might be sick but I am still in awe! Zombie is stirring but how can he be?
The fans in attendance are going crazy as O’Donnell struts around the ring like a caged animal and Zombie has a frozen grimace on his face as he arches his back. He slowly and very carefully rises from the wooden shards and thumbtacks embedded in his back. He looks up and O’Donnell is on the apron and then suddenly jumps at him and aims a foot on the back of his head and hits an Irish Kiss on the thumbtack covered floor!
CAT: Now I’m fully sick.
The fans closest to the action scream along with Aokigahara as the camera picks up his thumbtack covered back and pans around to the side of his forehead where some more are embedded into his skin. CJ tosses him back into the ring with a sadistic smile. O’Donnell goes over to Zombie and ties up his legs. Then he grabs his arms and forces them back. With some effort he lifts Aokigahara up into the Celtic Curse
PERCY: This is it! I don’t know how much Zombie can take.
CAT: He must be in absolute agony now.
Zombie is gasping for air with his eyes wide open in an ugly display. The Ref inches to the corner as he is about to call the match then sees Zombie whisper something. He dashes over ready to get the go ahead to end the match but he backs away in surprise. CJ O’Donnell struggles to keep the heavier man in the move but stretches Zombie tighter. Zombie screams out a word.
PERCY: Am I hearing him correctly?
CAT: He is actually asking for more!
“Mooore,” Zombie screams repeatedly and The Ref is unsure about what to do. CJ relents and throws him aside and stumbles back. Zombie shrinks away and turns to grin at him with another wide eyed grin. Zombie goes onto his forehead then on his knees and holds his hands together to beg. CJ shakes his head and goes over to oblige him. Zombie suddenly stands up and grabs CJ’s head and drops in a Sitout Jawbreaker. O’Donnell is dazed and Zombie grabs his head and puts him in the powerbomb position and hits the Thunder Fire Powerbomb. He keeps his weight on top of CJ and thrusts his fingers in O’Donnell’s mouth.
CAT: With the last ditch effort he has the Itai Claw locked in.
CJ struggles and grabs Aokigahara by the hair and pulls him back managing to stand. Aokigahara holds onto O’Donnell’s jaw with the rest of his hand and lifts CJ up in the air with the Itai Claw still locked in. He supports CJ's weight with his other arm to keep him up there. CJ kicks out and thrashes in pain.
PERCY: He is holding CJ up in the air by his jaw!
CAT: Let’s not forget that disgusting nerve hold he’s got on him.
CJ lets out some muffled screams and The Ref asks him for any signal. Aokigahara legs shake as he struggles to hold the thrashing CJ up but he keeps the hold locked in. O’Donnell squeezes his eyes shut as blood drips into them and the pain seems to be getting intolerable for him. He raises an arm off of Zombie and taps it on Zombie’s head frantically signaling that he gives up!
CAT: He’s done it!
PERCY: But at what cost?
Zombie slams CJ into the mat then waits for The Ref to hold his arm up before crumpling to the ground next to O’Donnell.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner: Aokigahara Zombie!
PERCY: These two men went through a war here tonight, but ultimately, Zombie didn't get what he wanted out of this match.
CAT: What the hell are you babbling about? He won, didn't he?
PERCY: Yes, Cat, but he's not looking for another victory. He's looking for the opponent that can put him away for good, and he was hoping that man was CJ O'Donnell.
CAT: Well, I don't think he has much to worry about. There are plenty more PAW Superstars around here that wouldn't mind force feeding his teeth to him. Just give it time.
PERCY: On that note, we got Tag Team Turmoil action up next!