Post by The BombTrax on Aug 21, 2016 0:01:36 GMT
Live From Tunica Arena & Expo Center
Tunica, MS
Friday, September 2nd, 2016 at 10 pm CST
“A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat joins a long pan of the semi-darkened Tunica Arena & Expo Center, revealing within the spotlights that the turnout is packing the building to capacity, with some spilling out of their seats. The song plays and we sweep over the ring, the fans, the stands, the ramp, backstage where workers hurry to set up.
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from last nights Addiction. A scene of John Weyland and Zachery Sears trading blow for blow; Skip to Hunter Storms and Black Jack Colter jockeying for position in their match up; Caroline O'Hara Burchill and Anastasia Hayden tearing the house down in their grudge match; Lady Munin and V revealing the Crank Championship; Several scenes from the PAW Tag Team Championship Match featuring The French Mime Assassins and Mercy & Sin; Highlights from the exciting Main Event which saw four competitors eliminated one by one until '' stood victorious in the ring as the first Crank Champion; Finally a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen which turns into real pyrotechnics and fireworks from the stage and ramp. The entire arena is electric as the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.
PERCY: Ladies and Gentleman, we have arrived! I am Percival Banion Chord, and this is my partner in crime, Caitlin Casey, and we are LIVE from the sold out Tunica Arena and Expo Center in Tunica, Mississippi! Good God, can you feel it Cat?
CAT: Absolutely, Percy, now get your hand of my thigh!
PERCY: Oh....*Ahem*....I guess I got a little nervous when the real pyro when off. I'm not much one for fireworks.
CAT: Well put on your depends, cause this show is going to be one bombshell after another! We got an opening bout where we have two superstars with a lot to prove after their respective losses at Bad Moon Rising!
PERCY: That's right, and it should be interesting to see who will get the better of who, when Summer takes on Cross Recoba. Both had a lot of steem going into the Super Show, but it got let out of their sails by their opponents. This match is very important as it will determine their future bookings!
CAT: Right, and to follow that we have the woman who beat Summer, Spencer Thompson, taking on a disgruntled Roscar. The Greek God hasn't been able to find his footing in PAW like he thought he would, and that can be disastrous moving forward considering all the talent that's been signing on the dotted line. You don't want to become obscure.
PERCY: I couldn't agree more. Roscar really needs this win, but I got a feeling that Spencer Thompson is going to dispute that opportunity. Speaking of opportunities, I believe that Aokigahara Zombie might just have found his man if he really wants someone that can take him out.
CAT: No doubt! Jack Nomad has been on a tear ever since he came to PAW, and Bad Moon Rising was no different. I hear that The Shadow has been put out for nearly a year thanks to that massive gorilla slam back breaker that Nomad gave him. There's a guy who knows how to hurt you, and has a win record in PAW to prove it!
PERCY: And if that wasn't exciting enough, Lady Munin is here, and she has another big announcement. The last time she opened up to the PAW crowd was last night at ADDICTION, where she introduced a new championship, and then decreed that the Main Event of the evening would crown that champion!
CAT: It's going to be hard to top that, but something tells me that The Lady wouldn't speak if it weren't something special.
PERCY: Maybe it has something to do with our very special guest here tonight, Boardwalk's Julliet Brooks who is scheduled to take on PAW's very own Mikael in the semi-main event?
CAT: Ooooo, you don't think Brooks might have signed a deal do you?
PERCY: Only time will tell, Cat. If she did, you have to believe it would be for a lucrative sum considering her background and history.
CAT: Speaking of history, we have a first here tonight in our Main Event. A first Titans of the Midway title defense by Nova Wonder, a first opportunity for Adam Wolfe to earn a championship, and our first flaming tables match! Throw in a little bit of Johnny Raike, and I think we got a recipe for a good old fashioned Barbecue!
PERCY: God, I hope not...
CAT: Think of it, Percy. The smell of burning flesh, the singed hair, the boiling skin...IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME!
PERCY: I....I think I'm going to be sick.
CAT: And on that note, folks, I hear.....
Caitlin Casey is cut off when the big screen suddenly brightens, and a highlighted word appears on the screen, along with a definition. A word and a definition not too many people from the American culture would be too familiar with.
AK · UMA
WAR · RI · OR
The lone image causes the fans jaws to drop, a mingling of fear and excitement enveloping them from the sight held in suspension on the Big Screen. It was obvious something new and exciting was coming their way, and their mixed reaction to it already meant that it was generating buzz. The confusing image fades from the screen, and the camera settles back on the bewildered announce team.
CAT: Uh....WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
PERCY: Yeah, about that.....I don't know.
CAT: Why do we always end up with the sick ones? I...I just don't know how much more of this job I can take.
PERCY: Folks, while my announce colleague considers new career options, we're going to head to the back to see if we can't catch some late arrivals.
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from last nights Addiction. A scene of John Weyland and Zachery Sears trading blow for blow; Skip to Hunter Storms and Black Jack Colter jockeying for position in their match up; Caroline O'Hara Burchill and Anastasia Hayden tearing the house down in their grudge match; Lady Munin and V revealing the Crank Championship; Several scenes from the PAW Tag Team Championship Match featuring The French Mime Assassins and Mercy & Sin; Highlights from the exciting Main Event which saw four competitors eliminated one by one until '' stood victorious in the ring as the first Crank Champion; Finally a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen which turns into real pyrotechnics and fireworks from the stage and ramp. The entire arena is electric as the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.
PERCY: Ladies and Gentleman, we have arrived! I am Percival Banion Chord, and this is my partner in crime, Caitlin Casey, and we are LIVE from the sold out Tunica Arena and Expo Center in Tunica, Mississippi! Good God, can you feel it Cat?
CAT: Absolutely, Percy, now get your hand of my thigh!
PERCY: Oh....*Ahem*....I guess I got a little nervous when the real pyro when off. I'm not much one for fireworks.
CAT: Well put on your depends, cause this show is going to be one bombshell after another! We got an opening bout where we have two superstars with a lot to prove after their respective losses at Bad Moon Rising!
PERCY: That's right, and it should be interesting to see who will get the better of who, when Summer takes on Cross Recoba. Both had a lot of steem going into the Super Show, but it got let out of their sails by their opponents. This match is very important as it will determine their future bookings!
CAT: Right, and to follow that we have the woman who beat Summer, Spencer Thompson, taking on a disgruntled Roscar. The Greek God hasn't been able to find his footing in PAW like he thought he would, and that can be disastrous moving forward considering all the talent that's been signing on the dotted line. You don't want to become obscure.
PERCY: I couldn't agree more. Roscar really needs this win, but I got a feeling that Spencer Thompson is going to dispute that opportunity. Speaking of opportunities, I believe that Aokigahara Zombie might just have found his man if he really wants someone that can take him out.
CAT: No doubt! Jack Nomad has been on a tear ever since he came to PAW, and Bad Moon Rising was no different. I hear that The Shadow has been put out for nearly a year thanks to that massive gorilla slam back breaker that Nomad gave him. There's a guy who knows how to hurt you, and has a win record in PAW to prove it!
PERCY: And if that wasn't exciting enough, Lady Munin is here, and she has another big announcement. The last time she opened up to the PAW crowd was last night at ADDICTION, where she introduced a new championship, and then decreed that the Main Event of the evening would crown that champion!
CAT: It's going to be hard to top that, but something tells me that The Lady wouldn't speak if it weren't something special.
PERCY: Maybe it has something to do with our very special guest here tonight, Boardwalk's Julliet Brooks who is scheduled to take on PAW's very own Mikael in the semi-main event?
CAT: Ooooo, you don't think Brooks might have signed a deal do you?
PERCY: Only time will tell, Cat. If she did, you have to believe it would be for a lucrative sum considering her background and history.
CAT: Speaking of history, we have a first here tonight in our Main Event. A first Titans of the Midway title defense by Nova Wonder, a first opportunity for Adam Wolfe to earn a championship, and our first flaming tables match! Throw in a little bit of Johnny Raike, and I think we got a recipe for a good old fashioned Barbecue!
PERCY: God, I hope not...
CAT: Think of it, Percy. The smell of burning flesh, the singed hair, the boiling skin...IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME!
PERCY: I....I think I'm going to be sick.
CAT: And on that note, folks, I hear.....
Caitlin Casey is cut off when the big screen suddenly brightens, and a highlighted word appears on the screen, along with a definition. A word and a definition not too many people from the American culture would be too familiar with.
AK · UMA
An evil fire spirit or devil with an enormous flaming head and eyes of fire. Tail resembles a large sword.By the time that the fans have a chance to register what has been placed on display for them, a voice starts blasting through the speaker system in the building. It is by no means a voice that the PAW Universe is familiar with, evident by the expressions on their faces.
“The Akuma is known as the Demon of Japan. Others have also referred to the Akuma as the Devil. No matter what “phrase” you use in describing the Akuma by no means is it a good thing. In fact over the many years of the Japanese culture it has been lead on to believe that sighting of the Akuma brings bad luck. People have said if you see the Akuma that it is best for you to pretend as if you haven’t. The less one knows is better in this situation. As a matter of fact the Akuma is so feared throughout the Japanese culture that most of the population refuses to so much as mention the name. For they fear mentioning the name is enough to make the Akuma come after them. By no means has it ever been advised to have any type of contact with the Akuma. He has been known to set people ablaze with his eyes or take people’s lives with his large tail that resembles a sword. Cutting people in half as if they are nothing. By all rights the Japanese have a right to fear such a creature. Even if the Akuma hasn’t been seen in many-many years... At least until now.”The words causes the hair to rise on the back of everyone's necks, and fear seems to be on most of their faces as the crowd watches the word “Akuma” and it’s definition disappear from the Big Screen in a way that is very similar to something burning to the ground. Before people can truly register what has happened and what they are hearing, another word flashes on the screen, keeping their attention right there.
WAR · RI · OR
(especially in former times) a brave or experienced soldier and/or fighter.)The crowd seemed confused with everything that is going on. The confusion ebbed, flowed, like a living thing, until finally the voice returned for a third time."No matter the country. No matter the culture. No matter the beliefs. At some point or another there have been men and women that have gone down in history as warriors. The men and women that fought for the freedom of the United States have gone down as warriors. As much as they might be hated for the things they have done. The Germans in World War II have gone down as warriors in the views of their nation. Many warriors or other wise known as Samurai's have gone down in history for the Japanese culture. Any person that shows bravery. Any person that isn't afraid to stand up. Any person that fights for what they believe in or fights for the rights of others is someone that can be a warrior. Course warriors are a special breed of people. Not everyone has that bravery. Not everyone has that fearlessness. Not everyone believes in the right to stand up for others or to even stand up for themselves. Believe it or not a warrior would stand up to the Akuma. Even if being advised not to. For a warrior doesn't believe in fear and certainly doesn't believe in myths.”
“Pure Amusement Wrestling. Be prepared...
THE AKUMA WARRIOR IS COMING!”
The lone image causes the fans jaws to drop, a mingling of fear and excitement enveloping them from the sight held in suspension on the Big Screen. It was obvious something new and exciting was coming their way, and their mixed reaction to it already meant that it was generating buzz. The confusing image fades from the screen, and the camera settles back on the bewildered announce team.
CAT: Uh....WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
PERCY: Yeah, about that.....I don't know.
CAT: Why do we always end up with the sick ones? I...I just don't know how much more of this job I can take.
PERCY: Folks, while my announce colleague considers new career options, we're going to head to the back to see if we can't catch some late arrivals.
The scene opens up in the parking lot area of the venue. Nearly right away a familiar face to the PAW Universe appears. The man known as The Martyr has arrived for the night. He wore a sour looking expression on his face, and in his left hand he pulled behind him his gear bag, taking steps towards the arena. At that very second PAW’s very own Brandy Irving found herself quickly approaching the Martyr, to which she was met with the same expression. In fact, it is like Calvin doesn’t even acknowledge her existence.
BRANDY IRVING: Calvin, can I get a quick word?
She extended the microphone in his direction only for that to not work out the way that she had wanted, Calvin walking right past her. He doesn’t so much as look at her, let alone say a single word. In that brief moment, she brings the microphone back to her lips.
BRANDY IRVING: Surely after what happened at Bad Moon Rising you’ve got to have something to say. You were so close to becoming the PAW Heavyweight Champion. It was at your fingertips, but in the end your efforts weren’t enough. Press managed to wiggle out with the championship still around his waist.
Those remarks were something that people would have expected to get some type of response out of him, yet it didn’t even cause him to flinch. Calvin never stopped moving towards the door, no indication that he had even heard what she had said. That same hateful sour looking expression remaining on his face, Calvin reaches the back door of the arena just as Brandy decides to speak up again.
BRANDY IRVING: People are saying that you choked…
SLAM!
The amount of force and the velocity used to slam the door was a good indication that he is not the least bit happy. It actually gives a response to everything that has gone down in the last couple of weeks. Course it wouldn’t be good enough for the PAW Universe. For as much as they hated him they were going to want to hear what he has to say for himself and from his lack of response that is going to take some time.
Camera switch to the loading dock area of the Tunica Arena & Expo Center where The BombTrax make their way into the building dressed in street clothes. The fans pop at the sight of Press, who is wearing black jeans, biker boots, a button up black shirt, and the PAW Championship slung over his shoulder. His face still bares the marks of his brutal match at Bad Moon Rising, and the vicious attack that happened afterwards thanks to Deus. Though the wounds are healing, thanks to 33 stiches, it's obvious by his dress that he isn't here to wrestle.
Youth, on the other hand, has on jeans with holes in the knee's, a belt with a long chain hooked to his wallet, and a BombTrax T-shirt that says '#TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall' across the back of it. His expression is grave, and from time to time he eyes the big man with a worried twinkle in his eye. The two men stroll towards the hallway entrance that will lead them further into the building, when Youth finally turns towards his partner with a question.
YOUTH: Are you sure you want to do this? Letting that...that...'THING' into this place just doesn't seem like the brightest of ideas, man.
Press continues walking, a determined expression on his face.
PRESS: I'm going to make it happen cause it's what needs to happen. If Deus is not on the payroll, then he, she, whatever it is can continue doing what it does, while the rest of us try and fight it off with our hands tied behind our backs. I'm not going to let that happen.
Youth sighs, and shakes his head as they walk, still not thinking it was a good idea. Just then, the door they were heading towards opens, and Lady Munin steps through it to meet them. She looks up anxiously at Press, who regards the woman with an even expression.
PRESS: Munin...
MUNIN: Press....
YOUTH: Youth.....
Both Owner and Champion turn to look at Youth, who flashes them a boyish grin before throwing his hands up in a placating gesture, and backs away to give them some privacy. With him out of the way, their eyes lock back on one another, and after what seems like forever, Munin finally gestures towards the interior of the building.
MUNIN: Let's go to my office and discuss what happened, shall we?
Press nods, allowing her to lead him through the door. As they disappear, the camera pans back to Youth who watches them go, and he shakes his head again. Then, his face lights up and he looks into the camera with a bright smile.
YOUTH: Well, I guess I'm being left to my own devices. Let's see what I can get myself into, shall we?!
With that, Youth bounds away from the camera, and the scene fades back to ringside.
BRANDY IRVING: Calvin, can I get a quick word?
She extended the microphone in his direction only for that to not work out the way that she had wanted, Calvin walking right past her. He doesn’t so much as look at her, let alone say a single word. In that brief moment, she brings the microphone back to her lips.
BRANDY IRVING: Surely after what happened at Bad Moon Rising you’ve got to have something to say. You were so close to becoming the PAW Heavyweight Champion. It was at your fingertips, but in the end your efforts weren’t enough. Press managed to wiggle out with the championship still around his waist.
Those remarks were something that people would have expected to get some type of response out of him, yet it didn’t even cause him to flinch. Calvin never stopped moving towards the door, no indication that he had even heard what she had said. That same hateful sour looking expression remaining on his face, Calvin reaches the back door of the arena just as Brandy decides to speak up again.
BRANDY IRVING: People are saying that you choked…
SLAM!
The amount of force and the velocity used to slam the door was a good indication that he is not the least bit happy. It actually gives a response to everything that has gone down in the last couple of weeks. Course it wouldn’t be good enough for the PAW Universe. For as much as they hated him they were going to want to hear what he has to say for himself and from his lack of response that is going to take some time.
MEANWHILE
Camera switch to the loading dock area of the Tunica Arena & Expo Center where The BombTrax make their way into the building dressed in street clothes. The fans pop at the sight of Press, who is wearing black jeans, biker boots, a button up black shirt, and the PAW Championship slung over his shoulder. His face still bares the marks of his brutal match at Bad Moon Rising, and the vicious attack that happened afterwards thanks to Deus. Though the wounds are healing, thanks to 33 stiches, it's obvious by his dress that he isn't here to wrestle.
Youth, on the other hand, has on jeans with holes in the knee's, a belt with a long chain hooked to his wallet, and a BombTrax T-shirt that says '#TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall' across the back of it. His expression is grave, and from time to time he eyes the big man with a worried twinkle in his eye. The two men stroll towards the hallway entrance that will lead them further into the building, when Youth finally turns towards his partner with a question.
YOUTH: Are you sure you want to do this? Letting that...that...'THING' into this place just doesn't seem like the brightest of ideas, man.
Press continues walking, a determined expression on his face.
PRESS: I'm going to make it happen cause it's what needs to happen. If Deus is not on the payroll, then he, she, whatever it is can continue doing what it does, while the rest of us try and fight it off with our hands tied behind our backs. I'm not going to let that happen.
Youth sighs, and shakes his head as they walk, still not thinking it was a good idea. Just then, the door they were heading towards opens, and Lady Munin steps through it to meet them. She looks up anxiously at Press, who regards the woman with an even expression.
PRESS: Munin...
MUNIN: Press....
YOUTH: Youth.....
Both Owner and Champion turn to look at Youth, who flashes them a boyish grin before throwing his hands up in a placating gesture, and backs away to give them some privacy. With him out of the way, their eyes lock back on one another, and after what seems like forever, Munin finally gestures towards the interior of the building.
MUNIN: Let's go to my office and discuss what happened, shall we?
Press nods, allowing her to lead him through the door. As they disappear, the camera pans back to Youth who watches them go, and he shakes his head again. Then, his face lights up and he looks into the camera with a bright smile.
YOUTH: Well, I guess I'm being left to my own devices. Let's see what I can get myself into, shall we?!
With that, Youth bounds away from the camera, and the scene fades back to ringside.
Opening Bout
Singles Match
Summer versus Cross Recoba
PERCY: Uh...I don't know that I like the sound of that?
CAT: Which part? The one where the gorilla speaks, or the one where the idiot runs rampant?
PERCY: Maybe I'll just plead the fifth on that, and move on with the show. Rhonda, please take it away.
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.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing First… from Phoenix Arizona… She is… SUMMMMMERRRRRRRR!!!!
Slowly, Summer turns around and extends her arms, tilting her head back as the hood falls to reveal a shock of bright red hair. Pumping her fist in the air, she whirls back towards the ring and springs into action, sprinting down the ramp and diving under the bottom rope. She rolls to her feet and runs to the opposite ropes, shouting taunts at the booing crowd before dismissing them with a toss of her hair and a flip of her hand.
PERCY: Summer is in the house ladies and gentleman.
CAT: Tough loss at Bad Moon Rising, though.
PERCY: It’s true. Summer lost at Bad Moon Rising in the impressive debut of Spencer Thompson.
CAT: On her BIRTHDAY no less, Percy! That’s gotta be enough to give someone a complex.
PERCY: It very well might. But tonight, she won’t be the only competitor out for some redemption.
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.
RHONDA ARMSTONG: And introducing next… from Las Vegas Nevada… he is… CROSS…. RECOBAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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: So hot.
He leaps onto the apron and smiles as he sees his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes and eyeing his opponent.
PERCY: Cross Recoba is also here by way of a loss at Bad Moon Rising.
CAT: Notable because it was ½ of the vaunted Bombtrax that once again dished defeat out to Cross. That’s GOTTA hurt!
PERCY: Indeed, Cat. 1 third of the Power Trio, he definitely did not live up to his promise at Bad Moon Rising.
CAT: This, friends, based on sheer stakes and latitude has the makings of a barn-burner!
PERCY: Hunger is, undoubtedly, in the air, folks!
Before the bell can ring, Summer swaggers quietly over to Cross Recoba who is momentarily facing his corner, and swings a vicious clothesline at back of Cross’ head. Only Recoba must’ve scouted it! He ducks the maneuver, and spins into a vicious spinning backkick that nearly takes Summer’s head off!
DING! DING!
PERCY: What impact after a snappy reversal by Cros Recoba as Summer went for the hit before the bell! And Recoba with the cover!
1….
KICKOUT!
CAT: The hypest match of the night almost became the quickest match of the night! What a strike!
Summer rolls away from Cross who cockily stands and dares Summer to try it again. Summer eyes Cross and decides not to take the bait. Instead she strides a small semicircle, maintaining a glare at Cross.
PERCY: Talk about anticipation. Cross Recoba’s return may as well have been heralded with trumpets, and you could easily say his showing at Bad Moon Rising all but deflated his career balloon. But here he is hinting at the Cross PAW fans were introduced to at the infancy of this company.
CAT: Summer’s no slouch, Percy. That kick may have rattled her, but she knows full well what she’s up against. This is the feeling out process between these two.
Summer paces a steady path back and forth, almost willing Cross to step his way across the ring and pound in for a tie-up! Summer shifts the clinch around to a belly-to-back clinch, before Cross can gather his bearings, Summer quickly transfers into a sudden belly-to-back suplex! Summer bridges into a pin attempt!
1…
KICKOUT!
CAT: Nice suplex!
Summer wastes no time racing to her feet as Cross eagerly climbs to one knee only to be surprised by a step-up enziguri that topples Recoba to his back. And Summer, quick as lightning runs up the nearby ropes and springboards into a flawless asai moonsault that pops the crowd upon her successful landing!
PERCY: STUNNING! AND THE COVER!
1…
KICKOUT!
CAT: Summer trying to take control of the momentum of this match early and so far it’s working.
Summer cliutches Recoba’s hair and starts to bring him to his feet only to be flipped over and caught rather quickly in an armbar that takes The Arizona Firebird off guard!
PERCY: And Cross Recoba, just as quick, looks to turn this match in his favor!
CAT: That came out of nowhere!
PERCY: Cross’ strengths are much the same as Summer’s here, Cat. Speed and a dangerous agility that makes him lethal at any range as he’s already proven.
CAT: Funny cause you’d never know that just watching him cane his way around for the former Box Office tapings! HA!
Summer squirms free of the tenuous arm bar, and she and Cross scramble to their feet to once more stare one another down.
PERCY: I don’t think either of these two competitors were expecting this level of evenness between them, Cat.
Before much chance is given, Recoba bursts at Summer with speed and knocks Summer sideways with an elbow. With Summer staggered, Cross steps in beside her and plants her with a Russian legsweep! He’s not done, though, Cross quickly climbs to one knee, hefts Summer up to a seat and quickly positions himself for a dragon sleeper!
PERCY: Fluid movements. Cross Recoba is lethal no matter where he is in that ring.
CAT: Summer is too!
Before Cross can firmly lock it in, Summer lifts a knee the slams into Cross’ face painfully and forces him to let go! Summer races quickly to her feet, rebounds off the ropes and SMASHES a running knee into Cross that fells him to the canvas. And Summer is no sooner finishing that impact than leaping onto the turnbuckle and giving a rather arrogant salute to the crowd before launching into a shooting star press she lands with a rattle of the ring boards and she promptly hooks Cross’ leg for the pin!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Close call there!
CAT: Summer’s like dynamite in there.
PERCY: She wants this win, Cat.
Summer wastes no time dragging Recoba to his feet. Cross is in obvious pain but that doesn’t stop him from leveling an elbow into Summer’s throat that stops her dead in her tracks and reeling for air. Cross moves in and hits Summer with a saito suplex!
PERCY: Cross Recoba is in pain, but not so much pain as to prevent him from punishing Summer with that devastating Saito Suplex.
And Recoba struggles to his feet, grips Summer by the hair and forces her to her feet, this time keeping some distance between them before irish whipping Summer painfully into the corner and CHARGING at the weakened Summer and knocking her senseless in the corner with a running knee lift!
CAT: Daaaamn.
PERCY: And Recoba’s not done!
Summer nearly drops in the corner, but Recoba won’t let her, instead promptly propping her up onto the top turnbuckle. Cross climbs upwards, and readies a frankensteiner only to last second be surprise powerbombed to the canvas by Summer!!!
PERCY: BOTH OF THEM! DID YOU SEE THAT, CAT?!
CAT: Are they dead?!
PERCY: That took a lot of strength by Summer, but she’s clearly moving, Cat. It’s Cross I’m more worried about!
Summer stirs slowly amidst the roar of a pumped up crowd. Summer drags herself to her feet, glares at Cross and drops a knee into his midsection that Cross doesn’t take kindly to. Summer catches a retaliatory Cross Recoba elbow and forces him awkwardly to his feet. In one fluid movement, Summer spins up onto Recoba’s shoulder for a DDT clutch and begins to spin him to the canvas!
PERCY: Impressive DDT by Summer! And the cover!
1…
2…
THR—KICKOUT!!
CAT: The girl can move, if nothing else.
PERCY: Indeed. This is a rare level of quickness contained in this young lady, Cat.
Summer angrily slaps the canvas in frustration as Cross rolls to the ropes and tries to drag himself up to a stand.
CAT: Summer must not like the fact that Cross Recoba, apparently, has the resilience of solid concrete.
PERCY: He’s definitely not going to willingly give Summer a victory.
Summer quickly charges at the recovering Cross, only to have Cross duck and Summer whips over the ropes to the outside! Unbeknownst to Cross, Summer caught the ropes and missed the opportunity to spill painfully to the outside! Summer prepares a surprise leap attack onto the ropes at Cross, only to be greeted by a wicked side thrusting kick right into Summer’s chest as she aims a body block onto the Sicilian!
PERCY: That had to hurt!
CAT: No kidding!
Summer is winded on the canvas as Recoba props himself onto the ropes and gives himself time to catch his breath. Summer starts to move, and Recoba notices, shaking his head 'no'. Just as she's about to reach her feet, he stalks over, grabbing both of her arms, and spins her around to where her arms are draped over her own neck. Realizing that he's going for his Sicilian Type Writer, Summer drops to her knee's causing Cross to lose his hold on her arms. Cross quickly spins to face her, and Summer sends a mule kick right into his abdomen that sends him stumbling back over to the ropes. Back on her feet now, she rushes to the opposite side to gain some momentum, and springs off the ropes to thunder across the ring at Recoba much like before. This time, however, she manages to nail him with a full force shoulder tackle that knocks him up and over the top rope, and down to the concrete. Summer calls to the crowd, whipping them into a frenzy, as she makes her way towards the nearest corner to climb it.
PERCY: Summer is going for some more of that patented high flying action, and Cross is looking a little worse for wear as he tries to find his footing.
CAT: Summer's at the top now....OH MY GOD! SHE JUST DOVE OFF WITH A CROSS BODY, BUT RECOBA DOVE BACK INTO THE RING! Summer just went splat all over the concrete!
Cross rolls back out to the floor and wastes little time jerking Summer up, who is mostly dead weight, and shoving her back into the ring. He follows her in among a torrid of boo's from the capacity crowd, and pulls her up to her feet by her arms, twists, and drops her in the center of the ring.
PERCY: SICILIAN TYPE WRITER! Cross for the cover...
1...
2...
3!!!
Cross pushes himself up off of Summer, and stares down at the woman with a satisfied smirk, before turning that arrogant display towards the fans. They boo him unmercifully as A-Ref makes to raise his arm.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match, CROSS RECOBA!!
No sooner did the words leave Rhonda's mouth did 'Violence' by Dope hit over the arena speakers. Jack Nomad pushes out of the curtain slowly, walking with a microphone in hand. He's wearing hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends. He seems to have a pleased expression on his face as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring, allowing Summer to pass him by unscathed, his eyes never leaving his stable mate, Cross Recoba. Jack hopped up on the ring apron, and slipped through the middle and top rope, coming up to as many boo's as Cross had been receiving. He throws a middle finger in the air at the capacity crowd, eliciting even more boo's, as he steps to the center of the ring to join Cross.
PERCY: Well, it looks like we're going to find out how The Power Trio feels after Bad Moon Rising.
CAT: Hush, Percy. This looks intense.
Cross is about to say something to Jack, but the mop handle shoots up into his chest, and Jack looks down the length of it like the barrel of a shotgun.
JACK NOMAD: Settle the fuck down, Cross. I have something to say. Before we begin, I'd like to introduce a couple recruits I picked up for our little club.... All you motherfuckers in attendance, let me introduce two of the most twisted sisters I've ever met. Mercy and Sin...
Jack points his stick at the entrance arch as Cross breaks into an eager grin, both he and Jack turn to face the stage. Paint it Black" as covered by Destrophy hit's the P/A, the lights dimming as purple and white lights flash towards the ceiling. The lights move in eratic patterns as two feminine figures step out onto the stage, one a rather petite five foot five inches, the other a rather large six foot four inches. The lights turn up as the two head down the aisle. Leading the way was Becky Mercy, the massive Tracy Sin stalking behind her with a scowl on her face. Each step Becky takes, she bounces to the beat, doing alternating piston raises of her arms.
Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous, despite the larger woman's obvious size. Mercy pulls back on the ropes and vaults herself up and over, then runs to the far turnpost. There, she holds those arms out at her sides with her eyes closed and her head tilts back. Behind her, Sin had already slipped through and was standing front and center. Sin takes both her thumbs, drags them across her throat and grits her teeth with a psychotic, angry expression on her face.
Cross claps his hands as Becky and Tracy move to either side of him, nodding with approval at Nomad. Suddenly he violently lurches forward as he finds himself clubbed on the back of his neck with a blackjack in the hands of one Becky Mercy, who managed to work her way behind Cross. He falls to his knees, clutching at the back of his head with double vision and intense throbbing pain going through his skull.
JACK NOMAD: At Bad Moon Rising, Cross, you failed us big time. Let me clue you in on something you dumb motherfucker...
Jack kneels down beside him, clutching at the back of his head while Sin presses her boot between Recoba's shoulder blades and Becky takes hold of his arms, firmly clamping him down in place.
JACK NOMAD: ...Only one of us actually achieved his fucking goal at the PPV. Me. Out of this little power Trio, you perhaps looked the most fucking pathetic and if it's one thing I will not be associated with... IT'S WEAKNESS!
The Hardcore one pulls back as Recoba began hurling insults at him.
JACK NOMAD: Ladies, take this motherfucker to the woodshed.
Becky smiles wickedly and the two of them yank Recoba up to his feet. Tracy punches him as hard as she possibly can right in the groin, doubling him over with a whooping croaked cry of pain. She then straddles his head in a standing head scissor as Becky climbs the nearest turnbuckle pad. Tracy whips the man onto her shoulders and, with perfect timing, lifts him one full foot off her shoulders as Becky flies off with a crossbody block, both driving him with a powerfully violent force to the canvas with an improved version of the Sin-A-Bomb Pop! Becky rolls to a stand and pulls out steel knuckle dusters from her jacket pockets. Tracy gathers up Cross, locking his arms behind him with a double underhook lock. Dazed and disoriented, he has no time to react as Becky lays into him with rib shots with those knuckle dusters.
PERCY: Oh, come on...this isn't right.
CAT: It ain't wrong either!
Jack, nods with approval as Becky beats the living hell out of Cross Recoba's body trunk and face with alternating knuckle duster punches. One of the shots manages to practically shatter Recoba's nose, blood pouring from his nose rapidly. She finally ends it with a double punch to both of his temples.
With him making audible, weazing gasps accompanied by a whistling noise sounding through his now blood leaking and broken nose, Tracy finally spins him around, boots him in the gut, and violently Powerbombs him to the canvas! Becky makes the final move, leaping up and driving both of her heels right into Cross's chest, tucking and rolling on impact to her feet. There he lays upon the canvas, breathing shallow and unmoving aside from a very slight rise and fall of his chest. Jack stands over Cross now, looking out a sea of booing fans with a sense of satisfaction.
JACK NOMAD: This is a brand new start and so far, being a follower has been sorely lacking for me. I don't accept fuck ups, failures, or whiney ass punk bitch motherfuckers, so don't be surprised if I teach a few other people about the real 'Art of Betrayal'.
Jack lowers the mic for a moment to let his last statement sink in, a look of disdain on his face at even saying the words.
PERCY: I'm pretty sure that was a shot right at Calvin Harris!
CAT: I can't believe this is happening....I thought they were a unit?
Jack lifts the microphone once more, using his free hand to indicate the trio currently in the ring.
JACK NOMAD: But right now I have to go and take care of some business in the ring, but once that's done, I promise you, we'll make time to pencil you in. Welcome, everyone, to THE HARDCORE SOCIETY!
Jack drops the mic on Recoba's prone body, and turns with his entourage to exit the ring.
PERCY: Hardcore Society? My God, what in the hell has Jack Nomad just brewed up?
CAT: I don't know....but I think I kind of like it!
PERCY: Folks, we'll be right back following these words from our sponsor. Jesus...
Leaving the ringside area after seeing action that only Wicked can offer, the cameras find themselves in the locker room area, and in fact they were in a specific locker room. This locker room just happened to be a shared locker room of the newly crowned Titan’s of the Midway Champion, Nova Wonder and her beau as well as Martyr, Calvin Harris. Right away the thing that is noticed is Nova standing there checking herself out in a full body sized mirror. She has the Titan of the Midway Championship draped over her shoulder. From what it looks like Nova is checking herself, and more importantly checking out just how that title looks on her to be more exact.
BANG!
All of a sudden a loud sound comes out of nowhere. It startles Nova for just that brief moment, at least until she can settle her eyes on where the sound came from. Her eyes find themselves zeroing in on her other half. Calvin enters the locker room in true angry form, and causes the door to smack against the concrete wall on the other side which forced the loud bang sound to be heard in the first place. Calvin tosses his gear bag over against the wall before flopping himself down in the chair. That same sour expression is on his face from earlier in the evening.
NOVA WONDER: No, I don't have a child in here. It's fine. It's super fine.
She rolls her eyes a bit, turning her attention away from the mirror and to the slightly more deranged appearing former Titans of the Midway Champion. Nova opts for full-length tights and boots for this evening, as well as a more pleather-appearing top. Anything which covers more skin than her usual attire. Her blonde and blue hair is pulled into a fishtail braid hanging over her shoulder, while her title rests on the opposing shoulder.
NOVA WONDER: Wanna use your words instead of... whatever this is, champ?
She manages to get farther than PAW’s own backstage correspondent did earlier in the evening. Calvin actually seems to acknowledge her when she speaks. His eyes shift up in her direction as he remains in that steel chair in a bit of a forward leaning position.
CALVIN HARRIS: Champ? Is that meant to be some fucking joke?
It was the first words since his arrival that evening that he allowed to escape. After everything that had taken place in the course of a couple of weeks, right away his mind lead him to believe that Nova was trying to crack a joke at his expense by referring to him as champ knowing damn well he didn’t have a championship to his name. His teeth start to grind together in frustration.
CALVIN HARRIS: You can go fuck yourself after that comment.
NOVA WONDER: See, I'd love to... but considering there's a chance I'm going to be extra crispy instead of original recipe, I'm going to have to pass on that offer. Besides... that's been your job for a while now.
She grins, folding her arms under her chest as she approaches. Of course in her mind, it was nothing more than just a one-off comment, rather than an insult. The new Titans of the Midway Champion takes a seat on his thigh, grinning even wider at the expression on his face of pure disdain.
NOVA WONDER: Sooo... what was all of that out there?
It was a given with her. She was always going to have some type of smart ass remark to let escape her mouth. To Nova most of the time Calvin being upset or angry was the perfect time to mess with him. It was the perfect time to make sly comments. It was the perfect time to further get under his skin. Course it had a lot to do with her thinking she was going to benefit from it, but that wouldn’t be the case anytime soon. His expression remains sour and his eyes narrow into a glare when he looks at her.
CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t feel like talking right now. Don’t matter if it’s the fucking clowns that exist in this place, or if it’s you. I don’t want to talk and as far as I am concerned there’s nothing to say either.
Shaking his head a tad bit, his eyes now shift away from her and back down towards the ground. Calvin appears truly inside his head. By no means was he himself and he hadn’t been himself since Bad Moon Rising. His fists start to clench together a little bit with him remaining inside his head.
NOVA WONDER: You're saltier than the pretzels on the midway these days.
She raises an eyebrow to the sky, scoffing. One thigh crosses over the other, pressing her back into his chest.
NOVA WONDER: Of course you want to talk to me. I'm adorable. Now, you can pull up your big boy pants ooor, you can continue to be my arm chair. Choice is yours.
His eyes shift back up at her for a brief moment.
CALVIN HARRIS: Adorable or not... like I said I’ve got nothing to say.
Before Nova has a chance to say anything, Calvin pushes her out of his lap and onto the floor of their shared locker room. A gasp escapes her lips as it appears that she is truly surprised by what he just did. Calvin stands up out of the chair, and heads right for the door. Nova is about to say something, but before it can come out Calvin walks right on out the door he had come in, making sure to slam it shut behind him. Nova finally stands up, looking at the door and shaking her head, a little disappointed in her man. The scene fades back to ringside.
BANG!
All of a sudden a loud sound comes out of nowhere. It startles Nova for just that brief moment, at least until she can settle her eyes on where the sound came from. Her eyes find themselves zeroing in on her other half. Calvin enters the locker room in true angry form, and causes the door to smack against the concrete wall on the other side which forced the loud bang sound to be heard in the first place. Calvin tosses his gear bag over against the wall before flopping himself down in the chair. That same sour expression is on his face from earlier in the evening.
NOVA WONDER: No, I don't have a child in here. It's fine. It's super fine.
She rolls her eyes a bit, turning her attention away from the mirror and to the slightly more deranged appearing former Titans of the Midway Champion. Nova opts for full-length tights and boots for this evening, as well as a more pleather-appearing top. Anything which covers more skin than her usual attire. Her blonde and blue hair is pulled into a fishtail braid hanging over her shoulder, while her title rests on the opposing shoulder.
NOVA WONDER: Wanna use your words instead of... whatever this is, champ?
She manages to get farther than PAW’s own backstage correspondent did earlier in the evening. Calvin actually seems to acknowledge her when she speaks. His eyes shift up in her direction as he remains in that steel chair in a bit of a forward leaning position.
CALVIN HARRIS: Champ? Is that meant to be some fucking joke?
It was the first words since his arrival that evening that he allowed to escape. After everything that had taken place in the course of a couple of weeks, right away his mind lead him to believe that Nova was trying to crack a joke at his expense by referring to him as champ knowing damn well he didn’t have a championship to his name. His teeth start to grind together in frustration.
CALVIN HARRIS: You can go fuck yourself after that comment.
NOVA WONDER: See, I'd love to... but considering there's a chance I'm going to be extra crispy instead of original recipe, I'm going to have to pass on that offer. Besides... that's been your job for a while now.
She grins, folding her arms under her chest as she approaches. Of course in her mind, it was nothing more than just a one-off comment, rather than an insult. The new Titans of the Midway Champion takes a seat on his thigh, grinning even wider at the expression on his face of pure disdain.
NOVA WONDER: Sooo... what was all of that out there?
It was a given with her. She was always going to have some type of smart ass remark to let escape her mouth. To Nova most of the time Calvin being upset or angry was the perfect time to mess with him. It was the perfect time to make sly comments. It was the perfect time to further get under his skin. Course it had a lot to do with her thinking she was going to benefit from it, but that wouldn’t be the case anytime soon. His expression remains sour and his eyes narrow into a glare when he looks at her.
CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t feel like talking right now. Don’t matter if it’s the fucking clowns that exist in this place, or if it’s you. I don’t want to talk and as far as I am concerned there’s nothing to say either.
Shaking his head a tad bit, his eyes now shift away from her and back down towards the ground. Calvin appears truly inside his head. By no means was he himself and he hadn’t been himself since Bad Moon Rising. His fists start to clench together a little bit with him remaining inside his head.
NOVA WONDER: You're saltier than the pretzels on the midway these days.
She raises an eyebrow to the sky, scoffing. One thigh crosses over the other, pressing her back into his chest.
NOVA WONDER: Of course you want to talk to me. I'm adorable. Now, you can pull up your big boy pants ooor, you can continue to be my arm chair. Choice is yours.
His eyes shift back up at her for a brief moment.
CALVIN HARRIS: Adorable or not... like I said I’ve got nothing to say.
Before Nova has a chance to say anything, Calvin pushes her out of his lap and onto the floor of their shared locker room. A gasp escapes her lips as it appears that she is truly surprised by what he just did. Calvin stands up out of the chair, and heads right for the door. Nova is about to say something, but before it can come out Calvin walks right on out the door he had come in, making sure to slam it shut behind him. Nova finally stands up, looking at the door and shaking her head, a little disappointed in her man. The scene fades back to ringside.
Singles Match
Roscar versus Spencer Thompson
PERCY: Looks like there's some trouble in paradise!
CAT: You wouldn't feel like answering everyone's dumbass questions if you had gone through what Calvin has went through in the past few months. It's all bullshit.
PERCY: Be that as it may, I don't see how his woes are Nova Wonder's fault.
CAT: That's cause you're blind, Percy! You don't know what goes on or is said behind closed doors. Calvin needs a woman that totally has his back. Someone that can devote herself completely to him and his cause. He...well, he needs me, Percy.
PERCY: Oh Brother....
Percy is suddenly cut off with a loud pitched sound blaring throughout the arena's speakers. The siren leaves a ringing in everyone's ears, and many of the fans get up, preparing themselves to evacuate the area if necessary. The loud pitched siren only seems to grow with each time it passes through, yet at the same time before any of the fans can run for the hills the Big Screen starts flashing a big sign that draws everyone's attention to it.
The sign flashes over and over, seemingly to the same beat as the siren that continues to echo throughout the arena. All of the fans have an awkward look of confusion on their faces with this "WARNING" they are receiving. Then just as quickly as it had started, it goes away. The image disappears and the siren sound fades out, leaving everyone to just stare.
CAT: Again with the fucking theatrics.....what's going on around here? Do we not have security in the production truck?
PERCY: I don't know what's going on anymore. Everything has been crazy here tonight.
CAT: Well, let's just try and get through this match without interruption...
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match set 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. She is “God’s Gift to Wrestling”, Spencer T!
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: The lovely Ms. Spencer T out once more to grace us with her presence.
CAT: You’re drooling, Percy.
PERCY: I’m a professional, Cat.
CAT: Yes, yes, go on with your little pre-fabricated spiele and I’ll try to pretend that air temperature around you hasn’t increased by at least 20 degrees.
PERCY: I… okay… well, Yes, as I was saying, the last time we saw this lovely young lady was in her debut match against Summer.
CAT: A match she won.
PERCY: Indeed. Tonight she’s in deep again against…
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: And making his way to the ring next, from Athens, Greece… he is the “Greek God”… ROSCARRRRRRRRR!!!
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.
PERCY: Another one of these competitors who has yet to find his footing here in PAW, Roscar looks set to stand in the way of Spencer Thompson tying together some victories in order to get his own momentum going.
CAT: I know who you’re cheering for!
PERCY: I’m cheering for the PAW Faithful, Cat.
CAT: Suuuuuuuuuuuure.
DING! DING!
The two meet in the center ring, and right away the height disparity between the two of them becomes apparent as Roscar locks up with Spencer T and immediately overpowers, tossing her half way across the ring into the ropes!
PERCY: Hearty display of power there by Roscar.
CAT: Well, the guy weighs almost a hundred pounds more than your lady love, Percy. What do you expect?
Roscar intimidates the smaller Spencer Thompson only to be greeted by a sudden dropkick that staggers the Greek God. Spencer Thompson is on her feet and taking the fight to Roscar with several backhanded chops across Roscars chest and finishes the combo with a spinning heel kick to Roscar’s shoulder that staggers the larger man once more.
PERCY: Not enough to take down Roscar, I’m afraid.
CAT: Kinda lopsided on the weight distribution as well…
Roscar recovers and quite promptly clotheslines Spencer T down to the canvas with authority!
PERCY: Definitely manhandling Spencer T there is Roscar, and I’m not so sure Spencer Thompson is prepared for the bigger opponent!
Roscar piles on for a pin but is instantly greeted with Spencer Thompson’s upraised knees that knocks the Greek God off of Spencer T before he can hook the leg. With Roscar on his knees, Spencer is quick to rise and lay several strong strikes that topples Roscar to the canvas. Without missing a beat Spencer Thompson slides onto Roscar and begins arrogantly punching the large man right in the face.
CAT: Bloody brutal! I love it!
PERCY: About the only thing that’ll work for the much smaller in size Spencer Thompson, Cat.
CAT: Gotta keep the big man down to her level. Like I did with my ex-husband.
PERCY: You were married?
CAT: Not even close.
PERCY: …okay that was a little strange.
Spencer Thompson keeps up the punches before forcibly dragging Roscar to his feet, keeping him doubled over and launching an impressive enziguri that knocks big Roscar right back down to his back! Spencer Thompson is quick on the draw once Roscar is down, rebounding quick off the ropes and leaping up into a fierce leg drop!
PERCY: Thompson hooks the leg!
1…
KICKOUT!
CAT: With authority no-less. Roscar nearly tossed her across the ring.
Spencer Thompson is quick to her feet. Roscar stands shakily, Spencer’s strikes having obviously done some damage, coupled with the alcohol, makes Roscar a little wobbly and doubled over as Spencer charges in and looks for an axe kick that Roscar promptly and unexpectly gets out of the way of, pivoting rather gracefully in behind Spencer Thompson, hooking her into a full-nelson and SUPLEXING the smaller woman over!
PERCY: Raw power there! What does Spencer Thompson need to do to solve the big man, Cat?
CAT: She’s already solved him, but that doesn’t make him incapable of solving her right back. It’s anyone’s match, Percy.
PERCY: Well scouted.
Roscar teeters Spencer T back to her feet, the smaller woman clearly shaken and winded from the strong-man’s power moves. Roscar swings for the fences with a European uppercut but Spencer Thompson is able to back out of the way of and Roscar whiffs harmlessly, leaving himself open for a jumping knee strike right up into Roscar’s jaw, once more felling the big man!
PERCY: Nicely done by Spencer Thompson but she’s not looking so good.
CAT: She’s fighting a man who’s literally tossing her around, Percy. This is highly unfair.
PERCY: And yet, she’s holding her own.
Spencer Thompson viciously stomps away at the fallen Roscar to keep him down. She immediately drops an elbow into the big man’s chest. As she’s rising to drop another, Roscar grips her by the hair and chases her up to a stand before irish whipping Spencer right for the corner.
PERCY: Hard to tell if Roscar has taken any damage here, Cat.
CAT: are you blind, man? Look at him? Bloody lip, bruised chin, the guy’s wobbling…
PERCY: Might be the alcohol.
CAT: I’m sure it’s a number of things, not the least of which is the fact that your supposed crush has been battering his skull in with her best efforts!
Roscar strides in to the winded Spencer Thompson and drives his shoulder into her stomach to keep her trapped in the corner. Several shoulder thrusts later, and Roscar is propping Spencer Thompson onto the turnbuckle.
PERCY: This looks like bad news for Spencer Thompson.
Roscar begins to climb up the turnbuckle but is promptly kicked off by Spencer Thompson who stands and launches off and aims a cross body block for Roscar who catches her in mid air, tilt-a-whirls and SIDEWALK SLAMS Spencer Thompson down to the canvas with extreme force then goes for the cover!
1…
2…
THR-KICKOUT!
CAT: Close call! Roscar only needs to keep up the devastating offence and this match is his.
PERCY: And the same can be said for Spencer Thompson if she can just avoid getting curtailed by said devastating offence and strength by Roscar.
Roscar climbs to a stand and brings the damaged woman with him only to be greeted by a shocking low blow A Ref conveniently doesn’t see.
CAT: Of course. Another one of A Ref’s patented far-sighted avoidance techniques to miss calling clear infractions.
PERCY: Right in the cojones!
CAT: Seriously? She tagged him but good, Percy. No need for other languages. Big guy went down!
With Roscer down, Spencer Thompson unloads on him with fierce soccer kicks that look set to kick Roscar onto his back. Spencer Thompson quickly climbs onto Roscar’s back, hooks his right leg and ARCHES IT PAINFULLY BACK!
PERCY: Artful single-leg Boston crab by Spencer Thompson!
CAT: Gotta keep up the pressure on the big man!
Spencer T keeps torquing on Roscar who uses his strength to power along the canvas, angling for a rope break before realizing he can easily power his way up to a seat and force Spencer Thompson off in a hurry!
PERCY: There’s that strength again thwarting Spencer’s momentum, Cat.
CAT: What are you telling me for? I’m watching it with the same look of aghast disappointment you are. Except you have an erection.
PERCY: I DO NOT! STOP THAT!
CAT: Whatever you say, Percy.
Roscar climbs to his feet, and Spencer Thompson scrambles to her feet likewise, the two turning to face one another at the same time. Spencer is a tad bit quicker, throwing a boot forward into Roscar's stomach, causing the man to bend forward. From there she hooks him by the back of the head, and brings several knee's up into his face until he drops to one knee. She then releases him and falls back to the ropes, and comes back completing a 360 spin before swinging a discus elbow with all her might.
PERCY: EX-SPENCE-IVE!! NO! ROSCAR SIDE STEPPED HER! Spencer turns around, and he's unloading on her with right hands....and he's screaming something!
ROSCAR: LUST! GLUTTONY! GREED! ENVY! SLOTH! WRATH! PRIDE!
As the final blow hit's Thompson, he reaches out to grab the groggy woman before she can fall to the canvas. He roars, pulls her into his arms, and sends her sailing across the ring with an exploder supelex.
CAT: SEVEN DEADLY SINS!! Roscar's going for the cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: Roscar did it! Man, I don't know, but this might be considered an upset.
CAT: Really, Percy? He only out weighted her by like a hundred pounds.
PERCY: Yeah, but he hasn't really been able to get any of that size going to his advantage. Maybe hiring a new manager was the smart way to go.
CAT: Obviously so...
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: and the winner of this match by pin fall, ROSCAR!!
Roscar, already up on his feet, stalks over to one side of the ring and grabs the top rope, flexing and roaring out at the crowd. Most of them boo, but there are few cheers mingled in, and he nods his head, taking a turnbuckle. A thin line of blood trickles out of his nose down into his beard, obviously the result of multiple knee shots by Thompson. At the top of the stage a man emerges in a tailored suit, and claps for the Greek God's victory. As soon as Roscar see's him, he exits the ring and makes his way to join him at the top of the ramp. The two men enthusiastically shake hands, and Roscar nods as the man points down at the ring where Spencer Thompson is just now getting to her feet. Roscar flexes one last time, before being led to the back by the stranger.
PERCY: That must be Wilson Fisk, the man that Roscar hired to manage him.
CAT: It would appear so. The guy obviously has some skill, considering what Roscar did here tonight.
PERCY: Well folks, it's time to pay the bills, so we're going to take a commercial break. More PAW action to come!
PAW TRADING CARDS - NOW IN STORES!
The scene opens up inside of a makeshift office within the bowels of the Tunica Arena and Expo Center. On one side of the desk sits Lady Munin, her hands steepled in front of her, her eyes roaming her desk. On the other side of her is the PAW Heavyweight Champion, who leans back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, staring over at a WICKED banner that's been stretched out along the far wall. Both sit in an uncomfortable silence, before finally Press turns his gaze on the Lady, clearing his throat.
PRESS: So what are your plans going forward?
Munin's head lifts up to look the big man in the eyes, and an eyebrow arches at the question.
MUNIN: It's hard to plan for the unknown.
PRESS: That's how Deus want's you to feel. Like you don't have options. He, She, It...was sending us a message.
MUNIN: From the looks of you, that message was received loud and clear.
Press' jaw tightened, and before he could launch into one of his tirades, Munin cut the thought from his mind.
MUNIN: I received my own fair accounting of Deus' return.
Press eased back in his seat, face relaxing in thought. He waved a hand out in front of him for emphasis.
PRESS: There was a point behind those messages. One, to remind us of our past dealings, and two to show us all how easily we can be compromised. At the end of the day, however, it's the same old Deus, with the cheap theatrics and parlor tricks. She wants inside our heads.
MUNIN: Alright, then. What would you have me do?
PRESS: Make it even easier. Offer Deus a contract.
Both eyebrows shot up this time, and Munin blew out some air as she leaned back into her chair. The thought wasn't a pleasant one, evident by the look of disgust on her face, but soon the expression softened to one of contemplation, and when she spoke again it was obvious that the gears were already turning.
MUNIN: Are you sure that's the right thing?
PRESS: The BombTrax dealt with her once before, and it's the only way I see that gives us a legal opportunity to do so again. Besides, it'll be good for business.
Munin smirked at that last bit, this time shaking her head despite herself.
MUNIN: That, or the end of it. What makes you think Deus will take the bait in the first place?
PRESS: Simple. Deus doesn't believe that there are any vulnerabilities. There's obviously a plan at work here, and Deus probably believes that everything is going accordingly. Hell, maybe Deus is right. Maybe this is exactly what it wants, but you know what they say? Be careful what you wish for. You and I aren't the same as we were way back in Evolution Wrestling. To borrow the pun, we've evolved. You have been steering the ship, while I've been feeding the engines. It was only a matter of time before Deus took notice, and wanted a piece of the pie. Matter of fact, if I were a betting man, there are even bigger sharks out in the waters ahead.
Munin sits in thought, and then sighs before reaching down into a satchel beside the desk, and pulls out a stapled paper with words already printed on it. When the camera zooms in, it's a standard PAW contract. She signs and dates the bottom of the contract, and initials where necessary, before dropping the pen back to the desk. She looks across the desk at the champion with a resigned expression.
MUNIN: This could be the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end. I'm not so certain which.
Press nods before rising from his seat, tossing the PAW Heavyweight Championship back over his shoulder.
PRESS: We'll cross both bridges when we come to them if necessary.
MUNIN: Before you set out, you may want to snag a monitor and stick around. My announcement tonight may concern you. I don't think you'll like it.
Press stares at the woman suspiciously for a moment before nodding, and with a shrug turns to exit the room. The scene fades back to ringside.
PRESS: So what are your plans going forward?
Munin's head lifts up to look the big man in the eyes, and an eyebrow arches at the question.
MUNIN: It's hard to plan for the unknown.
PRESS: That's how Deus want's you to feel. Like you don't have options. He, She, It...was sending us a message.
MUNIN: From the looks of you, that message was received loud and clear.
Press' jaw tightened, and before he could launch into one of his tirades, Munin cut the thought from his mind.
MUNIN: I received my own fair accounting of Deus' return.
Press eased back in his seat, face relaxing in thought. He waved a hand out in front of him for emphasis.
PRESS: There was a point behind those messages. One, to remind us of our past dealings, and two to show us all how easily we can be compromised. At the end of the day, however, it's the same old Deus, with the cheap theatrics and parlor tricks. She wants inside our heads.
MUNIN: Alright, then. What would you have me do?
PRESS: Make it even easier. Offer Deus a contract.
Both eyebrows shot up this time, and Munin blew out some air as she leaned back into her chair. The thought wasn't a pleasant one, evident by the look of disgust on her face, but soon the expression softened to one of contemplation, and when she spoke again it was obvious that the gears were already turning.
MUNIN: Are you sure that's the right thing?
PRESS: The BombTrax dealt with her once before, and it's the only way I see that gives us a legal opportunity to do so again. Besides, it'll be good for business.
Munin smirked at that last bit, this time shaking her head despite herself.
MUNIN: That, or the end of it. What makes you think Deus will take the bait in the first place?
PRESS: Simple. Deus doesn't believe that there are any vulnerabilities. There's obviously a plan at work here, and Deus probably believes that everything is going accordingly. Hell, maybe Deus is right. Maybe this is exactly what it wants, but you know what they say? Be careful what you wish for. You and I aren't the same as we were way back in Evolution Wrestling. To borrow the pun, we've evolved. You have been steering the ship, while I've been feeding the engines. It was only a matter of time before Deus took notice, and wanted a piece of the pie. Matter of fact, if I were a betting man, there are even bigger sharks out in the waters ahead.
Munin sits in thought, and then sighs before reaching down into a satchel beside the desk, and pulls out a stapled paper with words already printed on it. When the camera zooms in, it's a standard PAW contract. She signs and dates the bottom of the contract, and initials where necessary, before dropping the pen back to the desk. She looks across the desk at the champion with a resigned expression.
MUNIN: This could be the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end. I'm not so certain which.
Press nods before rising from his seat, tossing the PAW Heavyweight Championship back over his shoulder.
PRESS: We'll cross both bridges when we come to them if necessary.
MUNIN: Before you set out, you may want to snag a monitor and stick around. My announcement tonight may concern you. I don't think you'll like it.
Press stares at the woman suspiciously for a moment before nodding, and with a shrug turns to exit the room. The scene fades back to ringside.
Singles Match
Jack Nomad versus Aokigahara Zombie
PERCY: What do you think of that, Cat? Deus might be a full fledged member of PAW after tonight!
CAT: I think Deus gives me the heebee jeebee's and I don't want to talk about it anymore.
PERCY: Well, it appears that A-Ref is going to be able to continue after that beat down from Roscar, so let's get this show on the road.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission....
“Courage” by The Minutemen blares out of the speakers.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, hailing from Yamanashi, Japan, and weighing in at 230 pounds, here is… AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE!
Aokigara Zombie comes out with his hands in the air. He lets out a roar and points at the ring with a wide grin. He struts to the ring and high fives a couple of fans.
PERCY: Zombie coming in off of a huge victory over CJ O'Donnell that actually sent the Irishman packing.
CAT: Oh, come on, Percy. CJ was packing long before Zombie came along.
#What Scares us is... I think we needed.. Violence...
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
#BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
#I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
#I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
#SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
#DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
#I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! HE STANDS AT SIX FOOT TWO AND WEIGHS IN AT 241 lbs. HAILING FROM JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY....
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, Jack throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he surveys the crowd. He then turns and enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: HARDCORE... JACK NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. He removes his vest and tosses it over to his corner where a ring attendant takes it.
PERCY: Nomad had a huge night at Bad Moon Rising in one of the sickest displays of power that we've ever seen.
CAT: Broke the Shadow like a twig. Nomad's no joke.
PERCY: Now it's Zombie's turn to see what he can do against this beast.
A Ref calls for the bell and the two competitors circle each other. Before they are able to tie up Aokigahara Zombie backs away and retreats to the corner. Jack follows him and Aokigahara covers up and Jack delivers a series of punches which are blocked or absorbed by Aokigahara until Jack hits him with a few knees which cause Zombie to lurch forward. Nomad flips him down with a Snapmare and kicks him hard in the back. He places a foot on the second rope and uses it to propel himself up and comes down with a stomp but Aokigahara moves out of the way and rolls right out of the ring
PERCY: It seems Zombie is toying with Nomad, here.
CAT: So he’s crazy and dumb?
A Ref makes Nomad back away and Aokigahara gets back in the ring. He asks Nomad for a test of strength and the audience eggs Nomad on. Jack cautiously grabs onto Aokigahara’s raised hands and they try to push each other backwards. Nomad’s back starts to bend but he changes his footing and forces Aokigahara’s arms to shake and change the momentum. Aokigahara bends back as Jack towers over him. Suddenly Aokigahara goes to his knees and drives his head into Nomad’s midsection. Nomad, furious at the abandoned contest of strength, grabs Aokigahara’s head and knees him across the face forcing Aokigahara to reel back but he returns with a blow to the stomach. He stands but Jack hits an Uppercut to the chin and Aokigahara quickly covers up again. Jack tries to get through the cover with punching combinations but Aokigahara has his guard up. Zombie bobs and weaves and bends down to hit Nomad with punches to the sides of his torso and chest. Nomad backs up into the corner.
CAT: Hey that’s cheating! That was a traditional contest of strength. How dare he!
Zombie hits a quick elbow to the head, spins Jack around and hits a quick Backdrop Suplex. He scrambles towards Nomad, ties up his arms and legs, and lies down with Nomad on his knees to lock in the Bow and Arrow Backbreaker. Nomad shakes his head with a grimace when A Ref asks him if he gives up. Aokigahara pulls back with all his might until Nomad’s toes and head almost touch the mat at the same time then lets go. He climbs to the second rope and flattens Nomad with an Elbow Drop to his back. He picks Nomad up shoves him back into the corner. He hits him with a running Missile Dropkick then whips him to the other corner and follows him to his Running Knee to the chest. He whips Nomad back to the first corner and aims another elbow but when Nomad is close to the turnbuckle he slows down ducks under the elbow but hooks the arm. He goes around Zombie with quickness and delivers a Half Nelson Suplex spiking Zombie right on the back of his head. He holds the landing with a bridge for a pin!
1…
TW-Aokigahara kicks out and flops around the ring until the two men lie on the mat.
PERCY: Jack Nomad almost ended the match right there!
CAT: He spiked Zombie right on his head. Did you see the way he crumpled down for the pin?
PERCY: It was more awkward than my prom photos.
Jack gets up holding his midsection and Zombie groggily gets to his knees. When he gets up to his feet Jack is already flying off the ropes and hits him with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick to drop him again. Nomad goes to the top rope and lands on Zombie’s head and neck with a Rolling Knee Drop. Aokigahara holds his neck in pain and kicks the mat repeatedly.
CAT: I can’t tell if he is hurt or thrashing with glee.
Nomad walks over and pins.
1…
2…
Zombie kicks out again and Jack stays on top of him and puts a hand under his head. He hits him with Cutting Elbows with his other arm. The sound can be heard under the din of the audience as Aokigahara makes no attempt to block them. As Jack rears back for the fourth elbow Zombie reaches up and grabs him by the neck and spews a White Mist into his face. Nomad gasps in blinding surprise then desperately hits another hard elbow that catches Zombie just right and cuts him open. He scrambles away to clear his face as Zombie holds onto his forehead and A Ref checks him as blood flows out of the wound.
PERCY: That White Mist! We’ve seen it before. We have learned that it has the effect of multiplying the pain you receive but it also enhances your power.
CAT: And Jack Nomad enhanced his elbow right into Zombie’s head opening a deep gash. Oh no! There goes the mat. Those things stain so easily.
Zombie rises and pushes A Ref out of the way. He runs at Nomad and drops him with a Lariat. He quickly picks Nomad up and arranges his limbs to stretch him with an Abdominal Stretch. Jack yells in agony. He ignores A Ref but grunts and shakes his head when Zombie hits him with blows across his exposed ribs. Bruises start to form on his body but Jack then seems to try to power out of the move to Zombie’s shock. Aokigahara grinds an elbow into Jack’s ribs but it only serves to make him squirm out of the move. Nomad finally gets his leg around and out of the hold but keeps his arm under Aokigahara. He then flips him overhead and Aokigahara lands hard on his back.
PERCY: Is that still the effect of the White Mist? Aokigahara almost had the match won.
Jack grabs Aokigahara by the hair and his hand slips off from all the blood in it. He wipes his hand on his chest with a wide eyed glare at the audience then drags Aokigahara by the leg to the corner. He lays him on the second rope then sits on the top rope. He forces Aokigahara onto the second ropes and then stands on the top. He suddenly roars and picks Zombie up onto his shoulders then jumps to smash Zombie onto the mat with a Diving Seated Powerbomb. They bounce off the mat but he keeps Zombie close for a pin. A Ref Counts-
1…..
2….
THR-No! Aokigahara manages to hook one of his legs behind Nomads head and pops up to try to stick his fingers in Nomad’s mouth for the Itai Claw but Jack blocks it! He grabs a hold of Zombie’s hand and pushes it away from his face. He twists the arm and forces Aokigahara onto his knees. Then he leans forward and traps both of Zombie’s arms and holds onto his head. He starts to deliver knee strikes to Zombie’s crimson face initiating the Face Breaker.
PERCY: If Zombie if looking for more pain then here it comes.
CAT: This should be the end of it unless he gets a fifth wind or something. Will we see Zombie finally tap out?
Jack hits Aokigahara with knee after hard knee. A Ref desperately asks Aokigahara if he wants to stop the match as blood blurts out of his wound with each strike. Jack keeps hitting Zombie with knees until Zombie collapses on the mat. He keeps the hold on the arms and knees Zombie on the crown of the head and screams can be heard from the audience. A Ref leans on the mat to get a close look then scrambles to get Jack off of Aokigahara.
PERCY: A Ref is calling for the bell! This match is over! Did he tap out?
CAT: It looks like Aokigahara Zombie is knocked out!
Jack breathes heavy and looks at all of Aokigahara’s blood on himself then proudly stares out at the crowd as A Ref holds his arm up momentarily in order to attend to an unconscious Zombie.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match by referee stoppage, JACK NOMAD!
PERCY: This is the second time that Jack Nomad has knocked someone unconscious with that maneuver, and I'm not so sure that it shouldn't be banned from wrestling.
CAT: Are you out of your mind, Percy! It's awesome!
PERCY: He could've killed the man, Cat! I understand that our product is about violence, and testing one's will against another, but good lord. You can't tell me that damn near killing someone is alright with you.
CAT: It is if both people know what they're getting into, and these two do. They signed contracts stating as much when they came into PAW. I say it's time for some of these prissy bitches on the roster to open their eyes and realize just exactly what kind of business they are in. I say, YES, to the blood and violence. I say, YES, to the do or die motto. I say, YES, to the Hardcore Society!
PERCY: You know, maybe you're right, but I still don't feel good about it. Jack Nomad has obviously undergone a change, and now that he has his leadership buttons on, he might be even more dangerous.
Nomad has already left the ring when EMT's enter to check on Aokigahara Zombie. After a few moments Zombie pushes the men off of him, and he sits up in the middle of the ring. His face is a bloodied mess, but despite the fact, he looks up and there's a smile on his face. He licks his lips, tasting the crimson mask, and nods his head. He shoves off any assistance, and hobbles his way to the outside of the ring, making his way towards the ramp.
CAT: As you were saying, Percy.....
PERCY: I....both of these guys are fucking sick. Cut to commercial for Christ's sake.
Relive All The Action From The Wrestling Organization That Broke The Mold In The Late 90's!
Youth strolls through one of the hallways backstage, and when he turns the corner he nearly runs head long into S.O.B. The surly black man scuttles out of the way, eyeing Youth as he surveys the scene. All of The Enhancement Talent are posted up outside of a door, whispering among themselves and looking overly excited. At the sight of Youth the communication comes to a halt, and they all glance down at the floor like little kids who were caught doing something they knew they shouldn't be doing. Youth leans up against the wall beside the door, and crosses his arms over his chest, allowing his gaze to fall on each one of them suspiciously.
YOUTH: Alright, what are you guy's up to?
'Country Fine' James Radford risks eye contact for just a moment, sheepishly stepping forward.
JAMES RADFORD: Well, you see Mr. Youth, that is Julliet Brooks' dressing room, and we're all real big fans of Boardwalk and Mrs. Brooks. I guess we were hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of her before her big match tonight.
When he finishes he falls back inline with the others, eyes lowering back to the floor in embarrassment. Youth, on the other hand, beams from ear to ear, and steps back out to the center of the hall with a shrug.
YOUTH: Have any of you guys though of maybe just knocking on the door?
All eyes flash up in surprise and horror as Youth steps up to the frame, and wraps three times on the door. Behind his back, The Enhancement Talent scatter, The Lost Boyz taking refuge behind a stack of crates further down the hall, and S.O.B. and Radford steeling around the corner to hug the wall. Some shuffling can be heard from inside the room, and then the door suddenly comes open, and there she is, none other than Julliet Brooks. She takes stock of the man standing before her, recognizing him from some of the posters around the park. Her eyebrow raises at the boyish grin still splayed on his face, but especially when he suavely puts his hand out to the door frame, and leans in.
YOUTH: Wow! Julliet Brooks....You're even prettier in person than you are on T.V. But anyways, that's not why I'm here. These guys are real big fans of yours, but they didn't want to seem like marks and ask you for an autograph or anything, so I figured I'd show them how it's done and just give your door a knock.
Julliet looks past Youth, first to the left, and then to the right, and both eyebrows arch once more.
JULLIET BROOKS: What guys?
Youth gave a confused expression, and then turned around to view the empty hallway in surprise. He chuckled a bit, before turning back to Julliet Brooks with a half smile, and bringing his hand up to rub the tension building in his neck.
YOUTH: Looks like they were a little more nervous than I thought.
JULLIET BROOKS: If anyone should be nervous it should be me, but tonight I'm going to learn to put that aside and show everyone why they call me the capitalizer.
YOUTH: That's the spirit. Besides, the guy your facing is Norwegian, and Norway hasn't done anything in the past hundred years other than provide the backdrop for that video game, 'Skyrim'. Looking at Mikael's win/loss record, I'd say he took an arrow to the knee.
Youth winks after the last comment, and flashes a smile. She chuckles and puts a hand on his shoulder.
JULLIET BROOKS: I honestly don't think everyone is ready for what is about to transpire considering the amount of training I put into this match and based on obervation I don't feel my opponent is prepared mentally and psychically. That my friend will cost him a victory here tonight.
Youth melts a little under her touch, and a stupid smile replaced the practiced grin. He quickly recovers himself, however, though he does have to clear his throat before speaking again.
YOUTH: I tell you what, you go handle your business, and after I'll take you on a tour of the park. Sound good?
JULLIET BROOKS: That sounds like an excellent idea. Oh, one more thing. I forgot to give you this as a token for your kindness.
She pulls out a T-shirt from the back of her pocket, hands it over then smiles and proceeds to leave to get ready. Youth stares down at the shirt in his hand as the door closes, and he whistles before tossing it over his shoulder and turning to continue down the hall. The Enhancement Talent fall out of their hiding places and block his path, a look of utter astonishment on their faces.
PAN: DUDE! You have a date with Julliet Brooks!
YOUTH: Well, I don't know whether I'd call it a date or not....
RUFIO: Smooth Criminal!
S.O.B.: You cracka's don't know shit! That fine looking woman right there wouldn't have anything to do with this greasy looking milk dud. She's got more dignified taste than that. Now, a learned black man with some age, that she might go for.
Everyone continues to ignore S.O.B. as they pat Youth on the back and continue their chatter.
YOUTH: Look guys, it's a professional courtesy. She's a long way from home, and I just figured I'd roll out the red carpet. It's not like we're going steady or anything, it's just a stroll around the park.
JAMES RADFORD: So that's what they're calling it now.
Youth rolls his eyes, and tosses the Julliet Brooks t-shirt to S.O.B. who snatches it out of the air, and turns his back on the others so that can't see the tears welling in his eyes.
YOUTH: Got you a t-shirt, fellas, best I could do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go brush my teeth, and come my...'greasy' hair.
The boys cat call Youth as he waves them off, and skips on down the hallway. S.O.B. continues staring at his prize, bringing it up and taking a huge whiff.
S.O.B.: Lord-A-Mercy....I love's me some a dat Brooks.
The Scene cuts back to ringside.
YOUTH: Alright, what are you guy's up to?
'Country Fine' James Radford risks eye contact for just a moment, sheepishly stepping forward.
JAMES RADFORD: Well, you see Mr. Youth, that is Julliet Brooks' dressing room, and we're all real big fans of Boardwalk and Mrs. Brooks. I guess we were hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of her before her big match tonight.
When he finishes he falls back inline with the others, eyes lowering back to the floor in embarrassment. Youth, on the other hand, beams from ear to ear, and steps back out to the center of the hall with a shrug.
YOUTH: Have any of you guys though of maybe just knocking on the door?
All eyes flash up in surprise and horror as Youth steps up to the frame, and wraps three times on the door. Behind his back, The Enhancement Talent scatter, The Lost Boyz taking refuge behind a stack of crates further down the hall, and S.O.B. and Radford steeling around the corner to hug the wall. Some shuffling can be heard from inside the room, and then the door suddenly comes open, and there she is, none other than Julliet Brooks. She takes stock of the man standing before her, recognizing him from some of the posters around the park. Her eyebrow raises at the boyish grin still splayed on his face, but especially when he suavely puts his hand out to the door frame, and leans in.
YOUTH: Wow! Julliet Brooks....You're even prettier in person than you are on T.V. But anyways, that's not why I'm here. These guys are real big fans of yours, but they didn't want to seem like marks and ask you for an autograph or anything, so I figured I'd show them how it's done and just give your door a knock.
Julliet looks past Youth, first to the left, and then to the right, and both eyebrows arch once more.
JULLIET BROOKS: What guys?
Youth gave a confused expression, and then turned around to view the empty hallway in surprise. He chuckled a bit, before turning back to Julliet Brooks with a half smile, and bringing his hand up to rub the tension building in his neck.
YOUTH: Looks like they were a little more nervous than I thought.
JULLIET BROOKS: If anyone should be nervous it should be me, but tonight I'm going to learn to put that aside and show everyone why they call me the capitalizer.
YOUTH: That's the spirit. Besides, the guy your facing is Norwegian, and Norway hasn't done anything in the past hundred years other than provide the backdrop for that video game, 'Skyrim'. Looking at Mikael's win/loss record, I'd say he took an arrow to the knee.
Youth winks after the last comment, and flashes a smile. She chuckles and puts a hand on his shoulder.
JULLIET BROOKS: I honestly don't think everyone is ready for what is about to transpire considering the amount of training I put into this match and based on obervation I don't feel my opponent is prepared mentally and psychically. That my friend will cost him a victory here tonight.
Youth melts a little under her touch, and a stupid smile replaced the practiced grin. He quickly recovers himself, however, though he does have to clear his throat before speaking again.
YOUTH: I tell you what, you go handle your business, and after I'll take you on a tour of the park. Sound good?
JULLIET BROOKS: That sounds like an excellent idea. Oh, one more thing. I forgot to give you this as a token for your kindness.
She pulls out a T-shirt from the back of her pocket, hands it over then smiles and proceeds to leave to get ready. Youth stares down at the shirt in his hand as the door closes, and he whistles before tossing it over his shoulder and turning to continue down the hall. The Enhancement Talent fall out of their hiding places and block his path, a look of utter astonishment on their faces.
PAN: DUDE! You have a date with Julliet Brooks!
YOUTH: Well, I don't know whether I'd call it a date or not....
RUFIO: Smooth Criminal!
S.O.B.: You cracka's don't know shit! That fine looking woman right there wouldn't have anything to do with this greasy looking milk dud. She's got more dignified taste than that. Now, a learned black man with some age, that she might go for.
Everyone continues to ignore S.O.B. as they pat Youth on the back and continue their chatter.
YOUTH: Look guys, it's a professional courtesy. She's a long way from home, and I just figured I'd roll out the red carpet. It's not like we're going steady or anything, it's just a stroll around the park.
JAMES RADFORD: So that's what they're calling it now.
Youth rolls his eyes, and tosses the Julliet Brooks t-shirt to S.O.B. who snatches it out of the air, and turns his back on the others so that can't see the tears welling in his eyes.
YOUTH: Got you a t-shirt, fellas, best I could do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go brush my teeth, and come my...'greasy' hair.
The boys cat call Youth as he waves them off, and skips on down the hallway. S.O.B. continues staring at his prize, bringing it up and taking a huge whiff.
S.O.B.: Lord-A-Mercy....I love's me some a dat Brooks.
The Scene cuts back to ringside.
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Lady Munin
As the cameras return to ringside, 'Teen Spirit' blares throughout the arena, and Lady Munin steps out onto the stage. She's wearing a slinky deep purple cocktail dress with a slit up the side to her thigh, along with some heels that wrap around her calves. She already has a mic in hand when she starts down the ramp towards the ring, and the fans cheer loudly for her entrance. When she reaches ringside, she slides under the bottom rope and pops up in one fluid motion, no easy task considering her ensemble. She steps to the center of the ring with poise and confidence, and spins around once to take in the capacity crowd with a smile.
LADY MUNIN: Things have certainly changed, haven't they Tunica, Mississippi?
The fans roar at her acknowledgement, and she pauses long enough to let them quiet back down.
LADY MUNIN: Pure Amusement Wrestling started out as an independent promotion that on two separate occasions almost went under, and even though that was only 7 months ago, it feels like a lifetime. Because in that time we've continued to grow, expand, and push out to farther territories. We've saw companies come and go, picked up their superstars and their fans, which provided us fuel to propel us forwards. And now, here we are, on national television on the Circle Television Network, on the very first episode of WICKED Live.
The Tunica crowd explodes in cheers, and Lady Munin nods.
LADY MUNIN: As good and positive as all of that is, we can not rest on our laurels. We have a PPV coming up in October, Seven Deadly Sins, and much deliberation has gone into exactly what direction we may go. Ultimately, the decision resides in my court, and I have decided to do something unprecedented. Something fresh. Something new. Something that will almost guarantee that there are going be some form of changing of the guard around here.
The fans fall into a murmur, contemplating what the Lady might be getting at.
LADY MUNIN: So it is my decision that we will have a series of matches over the next several episodes of WICKED and ADDICTION that will determine six challengers for the PAW Heavyweight Championship, who will compete in a Seven Deadly Sins Ladder Match at the PPV!
The fans come to their feet at the news in excitement, and a PAW chant starts up throughout the arena. Munin smiles, moving around the ring, soaking it in. Finally, the crowd settles down.
LADY MUNIN: Doing the math, that allows for six matches with twelve participants, and there are a few of those names I can give you right now if you want.
The fans answer is obvious, and Munin smiles, holding her hand up to calm them down.
LADY MUNIN: Well, right off the top of my head, how about Nova Wonder, Calvin Harris, Jack Nomad, Annabel Lee, Kelsey Spencer, and Aokigahara Zombie to name a few...
The crowd is almost rabid at this point, imagining their favorite superstars involved in one match that would determine the companies future.
LADY MUNIN: All I can say is stay tuned, cause if you think that's good, there's more to come.
With that, she tosses the mic to the ring tech, and exits the ring for the back. The fans continue to cheer and speculate with one another, as the scene fades to backstage.
LADY MUNIN: Things have certainly changed, haven't they Tunica, Mississippi?
The fans roar at her acknowledgement, and she pauses long enough to let them quiet back down.
LADY MUNIN: Pure Amusement Wrestling started out as an independent promotion that on two separate occasions almost went under, and even though that was only 7 months ago, it feels like a lifetime. Because in that time we've continued to grow, expand, and push out to farther territories. We've saw companies come and go, picked up their superstars and their fans, which provided us fuel to propel us forwards. And now, here we are, on national television on the Circle Television Network, on the very first episode of WICKED Live.
The Tunica crowd explodes in cheers, and Lady Munin nods.
LADY MUNIN: As good and positive as all of that is, we can not rest on our laurels. We have a PPV coming up in October, Seven Deadly Sins, and much deliberation has gone into exactly what direction we may go. Ultimately, the decision resides in my court, and I have decided to do something unprecedented. Something fresh. Something new. Something that will almost guarantee that there are going be some form of changing of the guard around here.
The fans fall into a murmur, contemplating what the Lady might be getting at.
LADY MUNIN: So it is my decision that we will have a series of matches over the next several episodes of WICKED and ADDICTION that will determine six challengers for the PAW Heavyweight Championship, who will compete in a Seven Deadly Sins Ladder Match at the PPV!
The fans come to their feet at the news in excitement, and a PAW chant starts up throughout the arena. Munin smiles, moving around the ring, soaking it in. Finally, the crowd settles down.
LADY MUNIN: Doing the math, that allows for six matches with twelve participants, and there are a few of those names I can give you right now if you want.
The fans answer is obvious, and Munin smiles, holding her hand up to calm them down.
LADY MUNIN: Well, right off the top of my head, how about Nova Wonder, Calvin Harris, Jack Nomad, Annabel Lee, Kelsey Spencer, and Aokigahara Zombie to name a few...
The crowd is almost rabid at this point, imagining their favorite superstars involved in one match that would determine the companies future.
LADY MUNIN: All I can say is stay tuned, cause if you think that's good, there's more to come.
With that, she tosses the mic to the ring tech, and exits the ring for the back. The fans continue to cheer and speculate with one another, as the scene fades to backstage.
Press stands by the gorilla position, his eyes still glued to the monitor, when Lady Munin makes her way through the curtain from the stage. Seeing the big man, she steps up beside him, and casts a side long glance in his direction. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even acknowledge her, but only continues his stare into the monitor. She sighs heavily, crossing her arms over her bosom, and finally breaks the silence.
MUNIN: So....do you have a problem with that?
Press barks out a laugh that startles several of the nearby technicians, but the Lady of the Arena continues regarding him with a cool stare. After his initial mirth, Press looks over to Munin with a sadistic grin, and winks in her direction.
PRESS: Lady, it's your body count.
With that, Press turns and stalks off down the adjoining hallway, leaving Munin to contemplate his statement. The camera moves in for a close up, and the last thing anyone see's before the scene fades back to ringside is the beginnings of a smile.
MUNIN: So....do you have a problem with that?
Press barks out a laugh that startles several of the nearby technicians, but the Lady of the Arena continues regarding him with a cool stare. After his initial mirth, Press looks over to Munin with a sadistic grin, and winks in her direction.
PRESS: Lady, it's your body count.
With that, Press turns and stalks off down the adjoining hallway, leaving Munin to contemplate his statement. The camera moves in for a close up, and the last thing anyone see's before the scene fades back to ringside is the beginnings of a smile.
BEFORE THE MOVIE, READ THE COMIC - ON NEWSTANDS NOW!
{Special Inter-promotional Match}
Singles Match
(PAW's) Mikael versus (Boardwalk's) Julliet Brooks
PERCY: Wow, that's going to be a huge line up for Seven Deadly Sins! Whoever is the PAW Heavyweight Champion will have six challengers in a ladder match that will determine this companies future! It doesn't get much better than that!
CAT: Not to mention all the match ups and combinations we could make out of that list she gave us, and that was only half of them!
PERCY: Man.....that is huge, but this next match of ours is no less impressive.
CAT: Damn right, inter-promotional matches are always good.
PERCY: Well, then what are we waiting for. Take it away, Rhonda.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission, and is a Special Inter-Promotional Match....
The lights go out as "Sign of an open eye" by Gorgoroth blasts through the PA system. The big screen shows the Norwegian flag which waves slowly; next, a black-and-white video/compilation of Norway's beautiful forests, waterfalls, animals and some ancient Nord buildings. Finally, the tron shows Mikael in his room, sitting in his red luxury chair - thousands of books surrounding him. The man can be seen displaying an evil smirk. Finally, the lights are turned on, and Mikael stands at the center of the stage, wearing a white Victorian-era linen shirt, a dark blue double breasted vest, a black and white knit neck scarf, grey fingerless gloves, black pinstripe pants, brown leather belt with razor holster, and dark brown boots.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 247 pounds, and hailing from Ogn Og Fjordane, Norway....Representing Pure Amusement Wrestling, he is 'THE PARAGON OF KNOWLEDGE' MIKAEL!
Mikael makes his way to the ring showing no emotion to the crowd surrounding his descent. He slowly unbuttons his sleeves as he climbs down the ramp. After that, Mikael climbs the ring by the stairs and get in by pulling the ropes down. He takes off his vest and scarf. The man politely slides his hands on the top rope as he walks to his corner. Finally, his right hand grabs his left fist behind his back as he looks up in a calm manner.
PERCY: Mikael is out here to represent PAW, and he's the thinking man's wrestler.
CAT: Maybe so, but his opponent is one hell of a ride.
"Down" by Otep hits the PA system, and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of cheers from the audience. She wears a smile from ear to ear, and pauses to look out on the excited crowd.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 108 pounds, and hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico....Representing Boardwalk Wrestling, she is the pride of New Mexico, 'THE CAPITALIZER' JULLIET BROOKS!
Julliet makes her way down the ramp, and once at ringside she claps some fans hands before running and sliding underneath the ropes into the ring. She pops up to her feet with her fists in the air, and soaks up the positive reaction for her arrival. After a few moments she leans against the ropes and looks over at her opponent, showing no intimidation for the upcoming match.
PERCY: Well, she's finally here. Julliet Brooks has been a staple at many promotions, none more evident than with Boardwalk Wrestling. The world has been waiting to see who the next big talent we would bring in for an inter-promotional match, and now that wait is over!
CAT: Big props to Lady Munin for signing this one time appearance. Obviously our fans love it, and it couldn't come on a bigger show than the inaugural episode of WICKED Live!
PERCY: A-Ref has checked out both superstars, and he just called for the bell! This one's on!
Julliet and Mikael begin to circle one another, and once they have made a complete revolution, the rush into a collar and elbow tie up. Mikael, obviously having the size advantage, overpowers Julliet, dropping to a knee, and tossing her up and over down to the mat with a fireman's carry. He quickly hooks her around for a headlock, but she's already moving back to her feet by the time he gets it applied. Brooks drops back into the ropes with Mikael, and manages to dislodge herself and send him to the other side. She quickly drops down in the center of the ring, forcing Mikael to leap over her and continue on. When he returns, she shows an incredible vertical jump, as she leap frogs right up and over him. Mikael strikes the ropes a third time, and Julliet drops straight back, rolling her legs up into the air above her. When Mikael meets the two feet, she sends him up and over in a leverage monkey flip that finds him landing squarely on his back. Both competitors pop up to their feet, and Mikael rushes at Brooks but is caught with a snap arm drag. He comes up again, and walks right into another one. He comes up a third time, but this time Julliet rushes him, and he catches her around the midsection, taking her over into a tilt-a-whirl. Or at least the thought he had, but she catches him around the head with her thighs, and drops him with a head scissors take over. Mikael quickly rolls under the bottom rope to create separation, visibly displeased with the start of this match.
PERCY: Mikael looks a little out of sorts out here, and Julliet Brooks is coming at him like a ball of fire.
CAT: She has to, Percy. Mikael has her by a 140 pounds. If she doesn't keep him on the disadvantage, he'll murder her!
Mikael pays the fans absolutely no mind as he stalks around ringside, keeping an eye on the fiery woman in the ring. This only causes them to boo him even harder, while Julliet Brooks waves to the raucous crowd. Mikael eventually hops up onto the ring apron, wipes his feet on the skirt, and then slips back through the ropes to the interior. He eyes the woman with a newfound awareness, if not a smidge of respect, as they begin to circle one another again. This time when they lock up, however, Mikael swiftly brings his knee into her midsection, knocking the wind out of her. This is followed by several hard right hands that sends her stumbling back into one of the corners. Mikael follows her in, a vicious scowl across his face as he put a boot square into her midsection, and then grasped a hand around her throat with a blatant choke hold. A-Ref steps in and begins to give him a 5 count, and at 4 and a half he releases the hold.
PERCY: Mikael being a little liberal with the rules here, and these fans are letting him know what they think of him.
CAT: It appears that without Adam Wolfe and his puppets, that they don't like him much at all.
A-Ref berates Mikael who stands back, both hands dramatically up in the air, and as soon as the official moves to check on Brooks, he's back on her with a double axe handle down across the top of her head. She slumps in the corner, and he places his foot under her chin, and chokes her again with all he has. A-Ref starts the count once more, and again, at 4 and a half, he lets loose and walks out to the center of the ring with his hands up. The fans are livid.
PERCY: A-Ref having some trouble keeping Mikael in line, and the Norwegian is siting that he doesn't understand what A-Ref is trying to say.
CAT: Well that seems fair, Percy. After all, you can't hear anything from inside of that mask.
Mikael steps back over to where Julliet is trying to recover her breath, and gets a handful of hair as he pulls her out to the center of the ring. He reaches down and scoops her up only to slam her back down to the mat with authority, kicking her arms into her sides, before taking off into the ropes. On his way back he leaps into the air, and nails her with a leg drop right across the throat. She clutches once more at her injured neck, while he spins around and hooks her leg for a cover.
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PERCY: KICK OUT! Brooks out at two, and Mikael lifting her up just enough to snatch her back down into a deep rear naked choke. If he keeps up this kind of pressure, we might see Julliet Brooks taken out early.
CAT: I don't think The Pride Of New Mexico can be counted out that easily.
Julliet's boot drums off the canvas as Mikael puts all of his weight down across the back of the woman's head while pulling tighter with his arms. She struggles to force him up, but he's latched on like a pit bull, and pulls tighter and tighter until she's lying flat on the canvas with his arms wrapped around her like an anaconda. Her eyes flutter, and A-Ref checks the hold, before testing one of her arms. It falls limply to the canvas. The crowd roars to try and bring the woman back to life as A-Ref takes her arm, and drops it again. Once more it falls to the canvas. He holds up two fingers before taking that same arm, and lifting it one more time. Just as it's about to drop, Julliet manages to stop it from hitting the mat, and her arm starts pumping, and her boot starts tapping. The fans cheer and clap along with her boot, as she miraculously powers up to her knees, forcing Mikael all the way up to retain the hold. She fires a forearm into his midsection, another one, and another one, until finally he breaks the hold. She comes all the way up to her feet, and starts driving those same forearms into the side of his skull while she cradles his head with the other hand. Mikael is completely stunned when she falls back into the ropes, and springs forwards into a flying back elbow that takes him completely off his feet.
PERCY: Julliet Brooks with an amazing come back here, but she has had a lot of gas let out of her engine thus far. She's struggling to get back to her feet so that she can follow up.
CAT: Yeah, and that crazy haired fool Mikael is damn near up himself!
Julliet gets to her feet just in time to look over and see Mikael do the same. She takes off towards the man in a sprint, and he rushes out to meet her with a clothesline. She ducks, however, and as she approaches the oncoming ropes, she hops up to the second, and springboards into a spin catching him with a flying lariat of her own. Mikael crashes off the mat, and as he tries to rise up to his feet, Brooks moves in, hooks him around the head, and spikes his skull of the mat with a vicious DDT. Mikael pops up briefly, stumbling around drunk, before crumpling down to the mat. Julliet scrambles over for the cover.
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Mikael's shoulders come off the mat at two. Julliet is back up, not wanting to give the man any time to recover, and swiftly makes her way over to a corner where she hops up to the second. She leaps off with a splash down across Mikael's midsection, and then hooks the leg once more.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Mikael barely kicked out of that splash, and now Juliett is back up, taking one of his legs, and spinning around it.....OH MY GOD! SHE'S GOT HIM LOCKED INTO THE LAND OF ENTRAPMENT!
CAT: Indian Death Lock never looked so painful, for real.
Mikael comes alive, all sluggishness lost to the pain shooting through his legs. He quickly scoots around, trying to figure out which way is closes to the ropes, but Julliet drops back onto the canvas, and pushes against his knee with her free boot, putting more pressure on his trapped leg. Mikael howls in pain, clutching at the smaller woman's legs and trying to unpry them from his. She cinches up once more, and Mikael's shoulders snap down to the mat as he calls out in obvious agony. A-Ref, however, see's a pinfall.
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Mikael sits abruptly up, still trapped, but preventing the pin. He pushes and pulls with his arms, easily dragging the much smaller woman with him, until finally he's able to fall back and grab the bottom rope. A-Ref calls for the break, and gets a clean one from Julliet, who hops to her feet, and then sends down a vicious stomp right into the insertion of Mikael's knee. Mikael cries out again, rolling under the bottom rope to the outside, where he hobbles around ringside.
PERCY: The damage appears to be done here by the looks of it, as Mikael tries to rub feeling back into his bum knee.
CAT: Meanwhile, Julliet Brooks just stepped out onto the apron, and BICYCLE KICK FROM THE APRON RIGHT INTO MIKAEL'S FACE!
PERCY: And she landed on her feet! What a superstar!
The crowd goes nuts for the action, as Julliet plays up to them before pulling Mikael up, and tossing him back into the ring. She follows him in and rolls him across the canvas to the center of the ring before hooking the leg.
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THRE-KICK OUT! Julliet looks a little disappointed as she comes up from the pin attempt, but she returns back to the injured leg, lifting it up, and spinning around it one more time. This time, however, Mikael has it scouted, and puts his boot right into her rear before shoving forwards. Julliet soars right through the middle ropes to land painfully onto the concrete floor.
PERCY: Julliet with a nasty spill to the outside, and Mikael now rolling out after her. He just got her to her feet, and SLAMS her face first down into the ring apron. Now he's pulled her out away from the ring, reaches down, and LIFTS HER UP INTO A GORILLA PRESS! GOD! NO! NOT ON THE CONCRETE!
CAT: SLAM!! WELCOME TO PAW JULLIET BROOKS!!
Mikael wears a smug expression as he hops up onto the ring apron, and enters the ring, calling for A-Ref to begin his count. A-Ref stares at the Norwegian for a few seconds, then shrugs before doing just that.
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PERCY: That was just heinous. I realize that Mikael wants to win this match, but Julliet Brooks is our guest here tonight.
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CAT: Are you kidding me, Percy? Are you seriously trying to tell me that Julliet Brooks didn't know exactly what was at stake her when she agreed to come into our backyard? Please!
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PERCY: You're right, Cat, I don't know what I could have been thinking. Maybe that we could provide some clean, refreshing, and legal competition for the fans watching us for the first time across the globe. I must have been out of my head!
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CAT: Well don't get your panties in a wad, Percy. See, look, she's gotten to her feet.
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PERCY: She's not going to make it!!
TE-Brooks manages to roll at least half of her body into the ring, while the other half dangles off the ring apron. A-Ref stops the count, citing that's enough, while Mikael looks on in disbelief. The usually calm and collected superstar shows signs of frustration, as he power walks over to where they woman lay prone, and jerks her the rest of the way into the ring by the hair of the head. He pulls her up enough to place her head between his legs, and hooks her around the midsection, before lifting her up into powerbomb position. He turns back towards the center of the ring, and takes off in a spring for what is surely going to be his Supremacy Powerbomb. Julliet, however, pushes off the top of his head to come sliding down his back to land on her feet behind him. When Mikael gets stopped, he spins around, only to be caught by a shining wizard from Brooks. Both competitors go down to the mat, and lay on their backs in exhaustion.
PERCY: What a match we are witnessing here tonight! My god! Julliet Brooks is one of the toughest ladies I've ever seen, and Mikael has put on a clinic if you're an underhanded bastard! So that's really saying something.
CAT: You know, the longer this match goes, the more I'm thinking you're biased Percy. You got a thing for Julliet Brooks?
PERCY: I'm not dignifying that with a response.
CAT: Well, for a guy who works for Pure Amusement Wrestling, you sure are concerned about Brooks and her stay here. It's almost like you want her to take a victory back with her to Boardwalk!
PERCY: Oh....Look....the superstars are getting back to their feet.
Percy dodges a loaded gun as Julliet Brooks and Mikael pull themselves up along the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. Brooks takes off towards Mikael, reach to clothesline him over the top rope, but the much larger man ducks his head at the last second, and sends her up and over instead. Brooks has presence of mind to grab the top rope on her way over, and instead of spilling out to the concrete, she ends up landing safely on the ring apron. She quickly heads towards the corner and begins to climb while Mikael panders to the crowd arrogantly. She reaches the top just as Mikael turns back to see where she landed, and much to his surprise she's diving off at him feet first. Rather than a dropkick, however, Julliet hooks Mikael around the head for a hurricanrana. Unfortunately for her, Mikael turns the move into a sit down powerbomb that folds the woman up on the back of her neck and head.
PERCY: SUPREMACY! Or at least a version of it. Mikael just choked up on Julliet's legs, and is going for a cover!
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CAT: That's right! PAW Representing!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pinfall.....PAW's very own, MIKAEL!!
Mikael gets to his feet, and allows A-Ref to lift his arm in victory, staring out at everyone like it was an obvious conclusion. This only causes the fans to boo him louder, and he takes the insults with a grain of salt, waving them off and heading for the ring. Julliet Brooks sits off in one of the corners watching him go, shaking her head in disappointment, and hitting the mat with her fist. Finally, she gets to her feet, and the fans begin to applaud her effort.
PERCY: Julliet might not have won this match, but she's won over the PAW fans.
CAT: Then they are as stupid as you are, Percy. Mikael is one of our own, and he just proved why with this victory.
PERCY: Well folks, we have to take a short commercial break, but don't go anywhere. We have Titans of the Midway Championship action up next!
HEXX - A DOUBLE FC PRODUCTION IN ASSSOCIATION WITH CTN - COMING SOON
CTN INSIDER - ON NEWSTANDS NOW!!
The moment that Wicked returns from its commercial break, we return to ringside where Calvin Harris is seen sitting in a steel chair, the arena lights dimmed just a bit. That expression of sourness and hatred has fallen back over his face and he clutches the microphone in his right hand so tightly that his knuckles have gone pale white. About that time he brings the mic up to his lips to address the crowd with a low monotone type of voice.
CALVIN HARRIS: This is the moment you’ve all been waiting for, right? This is the moment that everyone has been talking about all night long. Doesn’t matter if it’s you fans, people that work in the back, or even my own girlfriend. Everyone wants to hear from me when it comes to what happened at Bad Moon Rising.
He pauses, a slight shake of his head.
CALVIN HARRIS: There are even those that have come to their own conclusions about what happened on that night. I’ve heard people say that I am a flop. I’ve seen people post all over twitter that I am hype. There are rumors flying around that I’m broken over what happened. How I am devastated over what happened. How my ego was killed in what happened. And there are even people claiming that after what happened at Bad Moon Rising that I’ll be leaving the company. Not just that I am leaving the company but I’ve made the decision to retire from professional wrestling. Hell, even Jack Nomad seems to think that he's entitled to an opinion now, running rogue like the little piss ant I always knew him to be.
The crowd’s response has changed just a little. They are starting to give a few cheers, seeming to love what is coming out of his mouth at the moment. Although it was described as a rumor from the way he expressed it, it is no secret that they’d love for it to be true. Calvin’s eyes start to narrow while glaring at the crowd.
CALVIN HARRIS: That’s what you people want, isn’t it? You’d love nothing more than to see me give notice, walk out on this company, retire from this business, and never be seen again wouldn’t you?!
Sure enough, when giving the crowd the chance to vocalize their opinion, they cheer at the top of their lungs, forcing Calvin’s expression to become more sour. He quickly brings the microphone back up to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: Well too damn bad, because that isn’t going to happen!
He was shouting that into the microphone, quickly forcing the crowd’s response to go back to the loud boos.
CALVIN HARRIS: And as far as everyone wanting to know what I have to say. As far as everyone wanting to know how I feel about what happened on that night. As far as everyone wanting to know what my next step is... I don’t personally feel like any of you truly deserve to know how I feel, what I have to say, or what my next step is. Yet at the same time there’s no way of getting around you people finding out. Especially when I want to call the PAW Champion out right here, right fucking now!
As soon as the words come out of his mouth, Calvin angrily stands up from the chair, and kicks it back, flipping it over behind him where it hits the bottom ring rope before falling flat to the mat. His eyes shift directly towards the “hard-cam” while raising the tone of his voice.
CALVIN HARRIS: I know you’re bitch ass is sitting in the gorilla position. All cozy next to that cunt that runs this place and the worthless “legal” prick that’s suddenly come out of nowhere thinking he’s got some stroke up in here. Press, I want you right along with those other two to listen up and listen up good. Because I am going to say this once. Never are you going to repeat yourself and you damn sure aren’t going to deprive me of what I deserve, because I’ve got no problem coming out on live television and burning this place to the ground. I’ll kill every fan up in here and watch all your hard work go up in flames!
For a moment there was a silence from the fans, almost as if everyone was in pure shock over what he had just said on live television. By no means was it a surprise for Calvin to cross a line, but this was too unlike him. His eyes remain focused on the camera.
CALVIN HARRIS: Press, you know as well as I know what happened at Bad Moon Rising shouldn’t have happened. I chose a match where you had to fight me. I chose a match where you were supposed to be locked in with me. I chose a match where you weren’t meant to have any outside interference and a match where you couldn’t run. I was willing to put my career and literally my life on the line to have a fair shot at what I have deserved all along. You were meant to prove that you are a fighting champion. You were meant to prove that you weren’t a coward. You were meant to prove you weren’t a bitch. And more importantly you were meant to prove that you deserve the right in calling yourself the PAW Heavyweight Champion!
His tone of voice continues to sound more and more irritated with each word that he speaks.
CALVIN HARRIS: On that night I did what I was meant to do. First and foremost, I proved that I wasn’t all hype. I proved that I was more than someone that was just really good at shooting off at the mouth. I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I deserved my shot at the PAW Heavyweight Championship. All the haters that said I wasn’t worthy, and all the people that claimed I was out of my league got shut up on that night. And then on top of that, I proved that I was the biggest and the best damn competitor you’ve ever had. You might not have the balls to admit it Press, but you know for a fact I was. I was more of a competitor than CJ O’Donnell has ever been. After all isn’t he like PAW’s resident jobber? I know the word jobber is touchy, but when he loses more than PAW’s so called “enhancement talent”, Pretty sure that is jobber status and proves that he doesn’t even deserve to have a contract anymore!
Boos start to grow louder, The PAW Universe not liking CJ by any means, but at the same time disliking Calvin more. Not to mention many people were feeling he was going too far.
CALVIN HARRIS: But it isn’t just him. I proved that I was more of a competitor and more of a challenge than Stevie Harris ever was to you. People suck that old man’s dick like he was one of the best things that ever happened to PAW. People damn near deep throat the whole Press versus Stevie Harris saga. A feud that was all about you coming out on top, time and time again, Press. The whole “Let’s make Press really-really strong” shit is outplayed. It’s been outplayed in wrestling for a while now, and the fact that PAW has jumped on the bandwagon of that shit is pathetic. I did what CJ couldn’t do. I did what Stevie couldn’t do. I fucking took you to your limits and your out of shape, looking like you’ve been on a four month meth binge, ass knows it! It’s about goddamn time you give credit where credit is due!
Lowering the microphone away from his lips, Calvin is rather red in the face as it is clear that he is fuming mad over everything that had taken place on that fateful night. As much as the crowd is hating his remarks and booing him at that particular moment, at the same time it is extremely hard for them to deny what he perceived as the truth. Calvin did make valid points as he spins himself back around to look at the “hard-cam” to continue.
CALVIN HARRIS: And because I took you to your limits. Because I did what CJ couldn’t do. Because I did what Stevie couldn’t do. Because I proved to be the best competitor and challenger you’ve ever had. Maybe more importantly than all of that, because I proved that I had you right where I wanted you and where I was mere seconds away from becoming the PAW Heavyweight Champion. You did what I’ve known all along, but you let the people see it. You let the entire PAW Universe see that you’re nothing more than a fucking coward. You’re nothing more than a pussy. You’re nothing more than a bitch. You didn’t stay and fight. You didn’t stay and take that ass whooping like a man. You didn’t stay and lose that championship like you should have. Instead you took the first chance you could and you ran from me!
Those remarks ring throughout the ears of all the PAW fans. By no means was that something they wanted to hear, which is why their response was to get louder with their disdainful boo's.
CALVIN HARRIS: The moment that you started to climb that cage instead of finishing things in the ring you made yourself a bitch. When you did that you proved that you were running from me because you couldn’t beat me in the middle of the ring. You proved that you knew that you couldn’t pin my shoulders to the mat for a three count. So you went and took the coward’s way out. You can try and save face as much as you want, but at the end of the day, the truth of the matter is, you knew you couldn’t beat me, and therefore you ran from me... Or it might have even been the powers that be. Maybe Lady Munin is the brains behind it all. Maybe she’s the one that told you to take the coward’s way out, because she couldn’t have her beloved champion embarrassed and beaten straight up in front of the entire world. Not when she’s got BIGGER plans to continue to make her champion look really-really strong when it comes to naming a number one contender.
Cameras catch Calvin rolling his eyes, completely sick to his stomach with the matter at hand.
CALVIN HARRIS: And that’s what brings me back to the matter of making things clear one time. There is not a single person on this roster that deserves a shot at the championship more than me. I don’t care how many wins my fellow partner Jack has picked up. I don’t give a fuck if my girlfriend is the Titans of the Midway Champions and essentially rising through the ranks faster than most. I don’t care if the reject in Kelsey Spencer is “over” with the crowd. Makes no fucking difference to me that there’s an influx of new talent seemingly jumping on the bandwagon on what’s “cool” these days. And so help me god, if you give Johnny Raike a title shot before me. If you thought me coming out and burning your company to the ground on national television is bad, you don’t want to find out what I’ll do if you go that route. I’ll really give Raike’s family a reason to start crying about racism and sexism. Don’t fucking push me!
His words are more than a threat at this point. The way he delivers them is a given that it is a promise and it is one of those situations. Calvin is quick to bring the focus right back to him as he speaks even louder.
CALVIN HARRIS: Simply put I want my rematch. I want Press again one on one, again. I want a shot at the championship that I am deserving and worthy of holding. This time no special stipulations. No situations where he can run. You and I, man to man. Make it happen, or there’s going to be hell to pay!
On that note Calvin forcefully tosses the microphone down to the mat letting it hit with a loud thud. From the popping sound heard throughout the speakers, it's obviously broken. Not that it makes a bit of difference to him. "Your Betrayal" starts to cue up, but is suddenly cut out by "Violence" by Dope, and the fans come to their feet in anticipation of the confrontation that was promised earlier. They didn't much care who beat the hell out of who, as long as one of them walked away broken. In answer to that thought, Jack Nomad broke through the curtain, Mercy & Sin joining him to flank his left and his right. He held in his grasp his barbed wire mop handle, and he grips it tight with both hands as he stares hard down at the ring. In the ring, Calvin starts mouthing off immediately, begging for Jack to come down to the ring, and starting to remove articles of clothing. Jack looks to his left, and then to his right, then shrugs, stalking forward in a power walk down to the ring.
The Hardcore Society doesn't make it far before Security appears from all over the place, blocking the ring from their entrance. The fans really begin to boo now, but 4Loco and his men form an imposing barrier, pointing to the back. Just then, Calvin Harris exited the ring, rushing forwards like he was ready to take on the world. Security bum rushed in and take him to the ground, while Jack and his ladies try and use the distraction to their advantage. Suddenly uniformed Tunica police officers appear to back up the security force, and finally Jack throws his hands up above his head, and nods towards the back. Mercy and Sin still don't seem keen on leaving, despite the police presence, but Jack finally gets their attention with the barbed wire mop handle, and points them to the back. Begrudgingly, the two ladies lead the way, with Jack back peddling, ever keeping his eye on Calvin and promising his day will come. Calvin spits on the ramp, and nods his head in agreement, just as the show goes to commercial.
{Main Event}
Triple Threat
-Titans Of The Midway Championship-
(Flaming Tables Match)
Adam Wolfe versus Johnny Raike versus Nova Wonder(c)
PERCY: Wow, that's going to be a huge line up for Seven Deadly Sins! Whoever is the PAW Heavyweight Champion will have six challengers in a ladder match that will determine this companies future! It doesn't get much better than that!
CAT: Not to mention all the match ups and combinations we could make out of that list she gave us, and that was only half of them!
PERCY: Man.....that is huge, but this next match of ours is no less impressive.
CAT: Damn right, inter-promotional matches are always good.
PERCY: Well, then what are we waiting for. Take it away, Rhonda.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall or submission, and is a Special Inter-Promotional Match....
The lights go out as "Sign of an open eye" by Gorgoroth blasts through the PA system. The big screen shows the Norwegian flag which waves slowly; next, a black-and-white video/compilation of Norway's beautiful forests, waterfalls, animals and some ancient Nord buildings. Finally, the tron shows Mikael in his room, sitting in his red luxury chair - thousands of books surrounding him. The man can be seen displaying an evil smirk. Finally, the lights are turned on, and Mikael stands at the center of the stage, wearing a white Victorian-era linen shirt, a dark blue double breasted vest, a black and white knit neck scarf, grey fingerless gloves, black pinstripe pants, brown leather belt with razor holster, and dark brown boots.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 247 pounds, and hailing from Ogn Og Fjordane, Norway....Representing Pure Amusement Wrestling, he is 'THE PARAGON OF KNOWLEDGE' MIKAEL!
Mikael makes his way to the ring showing no emotion to the crowd surrounding his descent. He slowly unbuttons his sleeves as he climbs down the ramp. After that, Mikael climbs the ring by the stairs and get in by pulling the ropes down. He takes off his vest and scarf. The man politely slides his hands on the top rope as he walks to his corner. Finally, his right hand grabs his left fist behind his back as he looks up in a calm manner.
PERCY: Mikael is out here to represent PAW, and he's the thinking man's wrestler.
CAT: Maybe so, but his opponent is one hell of a ride.
"Down" by Otep hits the PA system, and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of cheers from the audience. She wears a smile from ear to ear, and pauses to look out on the excited crowd.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 108 pounds, and hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico....Representing Boardwalk Wrestling, she is the pride of New Mexico, 'THE CAPITALIZER' JULLIET BROOKS!
Julliet makes her way down the ramp, and once at ringside she claps some fans hands before running and sliding underneath the ropes into the ring. She pops up to her feet with her fists in the air, and soaks up the positive reaction for her arrival. After a few moments she leans against the ropes and looks over at her opponent, showing no intimidation for the upcoming match.
PERCY: Well, she's finally here. Julliet Brooks has been a staple at many promotions, none more evident than with Boardwalk Wrestling. The world has been waiting to see who the next big talent we would bring in for an inter-promotional match, and now that wait is over!
CAT: Big props to Lady Munin for signing this one time appearance. Obviously our fans love it, and it couldn't come on a bigger show than the inaugural episode of WICKED Live!
PERCY: A-Ref has checked out both superstars, and he just called for the bell! This one's on!
Julliet and Mikael begin to circle one another, and once they have made a complete revolution, the rush into a collar and elbow tie up. Mikael, obviously having the size advantage, overpowers Julliet, dropping to a knee, and tossing her up and over down to the mat with a fireman's carry. He quickly hooks her around for a headlock, but she's already moving back to her feet by the time he gets it applied. Brooks drops back into the ropes with Mikael, and manages to dislodge herself and send him to the other side. She quickly drops down in the center of the ring, forcing Mikael to leap over her and continue on. When he returns, she shows an incredible vertical jump, as she leap frogs right up and over him. Mikael strikes the ropes a third time, and Julliet drops straight back, rolling her legs up into the air above her. When Mikael meets the two feet, she sends him up and over in a leverage monkey flip that finds him landing squarely on his back. Both competitors pop up to their feet, and Mikael rushes at Brooks but is caught with a snap arm drag. He comes up again, and walks right into another one. He comes up a third time, but this time Julliet rushes him, and he catches her around the midsection, taking her over into a tilt-a-whirl. Or at least the thought he had, but she catches him around the head with her thighs, and drops him with a head scissors take over. Mikael quickly rolls under the bottom rope to create separation, visibly displeased with the start of this match.
PERCY: Mikael looks a little out of sorts out here, and Julliet Brooks is coming at him like a ball of fire.
CAT: She has to, Percy. Mikael has her by a 140 pounds. If she doesn't keep him on the disadvantage, he'll murder her!
Mikael pays the fans absolutely no mind as he stalks around ringside, keeping an eye on the fiery woman in the ring. This only causes them to boo him even harder, while Julliet Brooks waves to the raucous crowd. Mikael eventually hops up onto the ring apron, wipes his feet on the skirt, and then slips back through the ropes to the interior. He eyes the woman with a newfound awareness, if not a smidge of respect, as they begin to circle one another again. This time when they lock up, however, Mikael swiftly brings his knee into her midsection, knocking the wind out of her. This is followed by several hard right hands that sends her stumbling back into one of the corners. Mikael follows her in, a vicious scowl across his face as he put a boot square into her midsection, and then grasped a hand around her throat with a blatant choke hold. A-Ref steps in and begins to give him a 5 count, and at 4 and a half he releases the hold.
PERCY: Mikael being a little liberal with the rules here, and these fans are letting him know what they think of him.
CAT: It appears that without Adam Wolfe and his puppets, that they don't like him much at all.
A-Ref berates Mikael who stands back, both hands dramatically up in the air, and as soon as the official moves to check on Brooks, he's back on her with a double axe handle down across the top of her head. She slumps in the corner, and he places his foot under her chin, and chokes her again with all he has. A-Ref starts the count once more, and again, at 4 and a half, he lets loose and walks out to the center of the ring with his hands up. The fans are livid.
PERCY: A-Ref having some trouble keeping Mikael in line, and the Norwegian is siting that he doesn't understand what A-Ref is trying to say.
CAT: Well that seems fair, Percy. After all, you can't hear anything from inside of that mask.
Mikael steps back over to where Julliet is trying to recover her breath, and gets a handful of hair as he pulls her out to the center of the ring. He reaches down and scoops her up only to slam her back down to the mat with authority, kicking her arms into her sides, before taking off into the ropes. On his way back he leaps into the air, and nails her with a leg drop right across the throat. She clutches once more at her injured neck, while he spins around and hooks her leg for a cover.
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PERCY: KICK OUT! Brooks out at two, and Mikael lifting her up just enough to snatch her back down into a deep rear naked choke. If he keeps up this kind of pressure, we might see Julliet Brooks taken out early.
CAT: I don't think The Pride Of New Mexico can be counted out that easily.
Julliet's boot drums off the canvas as Mikael puts all of his weight down across the back of the woman's head while pulling tighter with his arms. She struggles to force him up, but he's latched on like a pit bull, and pulls tighter and tighter until she's lying flat on the canvas with his arms wrapped around her like an anaconda. Her eyes flutter, and A-Ref checks the hold, before testing one of her arms. It falls limply to the canvas. The crowd roars to try and bring the woman back to life as A-Ref takes her arm, and drops it again. Once more it falls to the canvas. He holds up two fingers before taking that same arm, and lifting it one more time. Just as it's about to drop, Julliet manages to stop it from hitting the mat, and her arm starts pumping, and her boot starts tapping. The fans cheer and clap along with her boot, as she miraculously powers up to her knees, forcing Mikael all the way up to retain the hold. She fires a forearm into his midsection, another one, and another one, until finally he breaks the hold. She comes all the way up to her feet, and starts driving those same forearms into the side of his skull while she cradles his head with the other hand. Mikael is completely stunned when she falls back into the ropes, and springs forwards into a flying back elbow that takes him completely off his feet.
PERCY: Julliet Brooks with an amazing come back here, but she has had a lot of gas let out of her engine thus far. She's struggling to get back to her feet so that she can follow up.
CAT: Yeah, and that crazy haired fool Mikael is damn near up himself!
Julliet gets to her feet just in time to look over and see Mikael do the same. She takes off towards the man in a sprint, and he rushes out to meet her with a clothesline. She ducks, however, and as she approaches the oncoming ropes, she hops up to the second, and springboards into a spin catching him with a flying lariat of her own. Mikael crashes off the mat, and as he tries to rise up to his feet, Brooks moves in, hooks him around the head, and spikes his skull of the mat with a vicious DDT. Mikael pops up briefly, stumbling around drunk, before crumpling down to the mat. Julliet scrambles over for the cover.
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Mikael's shoulders come off the mat at two. Julliet is back up, not wanting to give the man any time to recover, and swiftly makes her way over to a corner where she hops up to the second. She leaps off with a splash down across Mikael's midsection, and then hooks the leg once more.
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2...
PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Mikael barely kicked out of that splash, and now Juliett is back up, taking one of his legs, and spinning around it.....OH MY GOD! SHE'S GOT HIM LOCKED INTO THE LAND OF ENTRAPMENT!
CAT: Indian Death Lock never looked so painful, for real.
Mikael comes alive, all sluggishness lost to the pain shooting through his legs. He quickly scoots around, trying to figure out which way is closes to the ropes, but Julliet drops back onto the canvas, and pushes against his knee with her free boot, putting more pressure on his trapped leg. Mikael howls in pain, clutching at the smaller woman's legs and trying to unpry them from his. She cinches up once more, and Mikael's shoulders snap down to the mat as he calls out in obvious agony. A-Ref, however, see's a pinfall.
1...
2...
Mikael sits abruptly up, still trapped, but preventing the pin. He pushes and pulls with his arms, easily dragging the much smaller woman with him, until finally he's able to fall back and grab the bottom rope. A-Ref calls for the break, and gets a clean one from Julliet, who hops to her feet, and then sends down a vicious stomp right into the insertion of Mikael's knee. Mikael cries out again, rolling under the bottom rope to the outside, where he hobbles around ringside.
PERCY: The damage appears to be done here by the looks of it, as Mikael tries to rub feeling back into his bum knee.
CAT: Meanwhile, Julliet Brooks just stepped out onto the apron, and BICYCLE KICK FROM THE APRON RIGHT INTO MIKAEL'S FACE!
PERCY: And she landed on her feet! What a superstar!
The crowd goes nuts for the action, as Julliet plays up to them before pulling Mikael up, and tossing him back into the ring. She follows him in and rolls him across the canvas to the center of the ring before hooking the leg.
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2...
THRE-KICK OUT! Julliet looks a little disappointed as she comes up from the pin attempt, but she returns back to the injured leg, lifting it up, and spinning around it one more time. This time, however, Mikael has it scouted, and puts his boot right into her rear before shoving forwards. Julliet soars right through the middle ropes to land painfully onto the concrete floor.
PERCY: Julliet with a nasty spill to the outside, and Mikael now rolling out after her. He just got her to her feet, and SLAMS her face first down into the ring apron. Now he's pulled her out away from the ring, reaches down, and LIFTS HER UP INTO A GORILLA PRESS! GOD! NO! NOT ON THE CONCRETE!
CAT: SLAM!! WELCOME TO PAW JULLIET BROOKS!!
Mikael wears a smug expression as he hops up onto the ring apron, and enters the ring, calling for A-Ref to begin his count. A-Ref stares at the Norwegian for a few seconds, then shrugs before doing just that.
1...
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3...
PERCY: That was just heinous. I realize that Mikael wants to win this match, but Julliet Brooks is our guest here tonight.
4....
5....
CAT: Are you kidding me, Percy? Are you seriously trying to tell me that Julliet Brooks didn't know exactly what was at stake her when she agreed to come into our backyard? Please!
6...
7...
PERCY: You're right, Cat, I don't know what I could have been thinking. Maybe that we could provide some clean, refreshing, and legal competition for the fans watching us for the first time across the globe. I must have been out of my head!
8...
CAT: Well don't get your panties in a wad, Percy. See, look, she's gotten to her feet.
9....
PERCY: She's not going to make it!!
TE-Brooks manages to roll at least half of her body into the ring, while the other half dangles off the ring apron. A-Ref stops the count, citing that's enough, while Mikael looks on in disbelief. The usually calm and collected superstar shows signs of frustration, as he power walks over to where they woman lay prone, and jerks her the rest of the way into the ring by the hair of the head. He pulls her up enough to place her head between his legs, and hooks her around the midsection, before lifting her up into powerbomb position. He turns back towards the center of the ring, and takes off in a spring for what is surely going to be his Supremacy Powerbomb. Julliet, however, pushes off the top of his head to come sliding down his back to land on her feet behind him. When Mikael gets stopped, he spins around, only to be caught by a shining wizard from Brooks. Both competitors go down to the mat, and lay on their backs in exhaustion.
PERCY: What a match we are witnessing here tonight! My god! Julliet Brooks is one of the toughest ladies I've ever seen, and Mikael has put on a clinic if you're an underhanded bastard! So that's really saying something.
CAT: You know, the longer this match goes, the more I'm thinking you're biased Percy. You got a thing for Julliet Brooks?
PERCY: I'm not dignifying that with a response.
CAT: Well, for a guy who works for Pure Amusement Wrestling, you sure are concerned about Brooks and her stay here. It's almost like you want her to take a victory back with her to Boardwalk!
PERCY: Oh....Look....the superstars are getting back to their feet.
Percy dodges a loaded gun as Julliet Brooks and Mikael pull themselves up along the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. Brooks takes off towards Mikael, reach to clothesline him over the top rope, but the much larger man ducks his head at the last second, and sends her up and over instead. Brooks has presence of mind to grab the top rope on her way over, and instead of spilling out to the concrete, she ends up landing safely on the ring apron. She quickly heads towards the corner and begins to climb while Mikael panders to the crowd arrogantly. She reaches the top just as Mikael turns back to see where she landed, and much to his surprise she's diving off at him feet first. Rather than a dropkick, however, Julliet hooks Mikael around the head for a hurricanrana. Unfortunately for her, Mikael turns the move into a sit down powerbomb that folds the woman up on the back of her neck and head.
PERCY: SUPREMACY! Or at least a version of it. Mikael just choked up on Julliet's legs, and is going for a cover!
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3!!!
CAT: That's right! PAW Representing!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pinfall.....PAW's very own, MIKAEL!!
Mikael gets to his feet, and allows A-Ref to lift his arm in victory, staring out at everyone like it was an obvious conclusion. This only causes the fans to boo him louder, and he takes the insults with a grain of salt, waving them off and heading for the ring. Julliet Brooks sits off in one of the corners watching him go, shaking her head in disappointment, and hitting the mat with her fist. Finally, she gets to her feet, and the fans begin to applaud her effort.
PERCY: Julliet might not have won this match, but she's won over the PAW fans.
CAT: Then they are as stupid as you are, Percy. Mikael is one of our own, and he just proved why with this victory.
PERCY: Well folks, we have to take a short commercial break, but don't go anywhere. We have Titans of the Midway Championship action up next!
HEXX - A DOUBLE FC PRODUCTION IN ASSSOCIATION WITH CTN - COMING SOON
CTN INSIDER - ON NEWSTANDS NOW!!
The moment that Wicked returns from its commercial break, we return to ringside where Calvin Harris is seen sitting in a steel chair, the arena lights dimmed just a bit. That expression of sourness and hatred has fallen back over his face and he clutches the microphone in his right hand so tightly that his knuckles have gone pale white. About that time he brings the mic up to his lips to address the crowd with a low monotone type of voice.
CALVIN HARRIS: This is the moment you’ve all been waiting for, right? This is the moment that everyone has been talking about all night long. Doesn’t matter if it’s you fans, people that work in the back, or even my own girlfriend. Everyone wants to hear from me when it comes to what happened at Bad Moon Rising.
He pauses, a slight shake of his head.
CALVIN HARRIS: There are even those that have come to their own conclusions about what happened on that night. I’ve heard people say that I am a flop. I’ve seen people post all over twitter that I am hype. There are rumors flying around that I’m broken over what happened. How I am devastated over what happened. How my ego was killed in what happened. And there are even people claiming that after what happened at Bad Moon Rising that I’ll be leaving the company. Not just that I am leaving the company but I’ve made the decision to retire from professional wrestling. Hell, even Jack Nomad seems to think that he's entitled to an opinion now, running rogue like the little piss ant I always knew him to be.
The crowd’s response has changed just a little. They are starting to give a few cheers, seeming to love what is coming out of his mouth at the moment. Although it was described as a rumor from the way he expressed it, it is no secret that they’d love for it to be true. Calvin’s eyes start to narrow while glaring at the crowd.
CALVIN HARRIS: That’s what you people want, isn’t it? You’d love nothing more than to see me give notice, walk out on this company, retire from this business, and never be seen again wouldn’t you?!
Sure enough, when giving the crowd the chance to vocalize their opinion, they cheer at the top of their lungs, forcing Calvin’s expression to become more sour. He quickly brings the microphone back up to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: Well too damn bad, because that isn’t going to happen!
He was shouting that into the microphone, quickly forcing the crowd’s response to go back to the loud boos.
CALVIN HARRIS: And as far as everyone wanting to know what I have to say. As far as everyone wanting to know how I feel about what happened on that night. As far as everyone wanting to know what my next step is... I don’t personally feel like any of you truly deserve to know how I feel, what I have to say, or what my next step is. Yet at the same time there’s no way of getting around you people finding out. Especially when I want to call the PAW Champion out right here, right fucking now!
As soon as the words come out of his mouth, Calvin angrily stands up from the chair, and kicks it back, flipping it over behind him where it hits the bottom ring rope before falling flat to the mat. His eyes shift directly towards the “hard-cam” while raising the tone of his voice.
CALVIN HARRIS: I know you’re bitch ass is sitting in the gorilla position. All cozy next to that cunt that runs this place and the worthless “legal” prick that’s suddenly come out of nowhere thinking he’s got some stroke up in here. Press, I want you right along with those other two to listen up and listen up good. Because I am going to say this once. Never are you going to repeat yourself and you damn sure aren’t going to deprive me of what I deserve, because I’ve got no problem coming out on live television and burning this place to the ground. I’ll kill every fan up in here and watch all your hard work go up in flames!
For a moment there was a silence from the fans, almost as if everyone was in pure shock over what he had just said on live television. By no means was it a surprise for Calvin to cross a line, but this was too unlike him. His eyes remain focused on the camera.
CALVIN HARRIS: Press, you know as well as I know what happened at Bad Moon Rising shouldn’t have happened. I chose a match where you had to fight me. I chose a match where you were supposed to be locked in with me. I chose a match where you weren’t meant to have any outside interference and a match where you couldn’t run. I was willing to put my career and literally my life on the line to have a fair shot at what I have deserved all along. You were meant to prove that you are a fighting champion. You were meant to prove that you weren’t a coward. You were meant to prove you weren’t a bitch. And more importantly you were meant to prove that you deserve the right in calling yourself the PAW Heavyweight Champion!
His tone of voice continues to sound more and more irritated with each word that he speaks.
CALVIN HARRIS: On that night I did what I was meant to do. First and foremost, I proved that I wasn’t all hype. I proved that I was more than someone that was just really good at shooting off at the mouth. I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I deserved my shot at the PAW Heavyweight Championship. All the haters that said I wasn’t worthy, and all the people that claimed I was out of my league got shut up on that night. And then on top of that, I proved that I was the biggest and the best damn competitor you’ve ever had. You might not have the balls to admit it Press, but you know for a fact I was. I was more of a competitor than CJ O’Donnell has ever been. After all isn’t he like PAW’s resident jobber? I know the word jobber is touchy, but when he loses more than PAW’s so called “enhancement talent”, Pretty sure that is jobber status and proves that he doesn’t even deserve to have a contract anymore!
Boos start to grow louder, The PAW Universe not liking CJ by any means, but at the same time disliking Calvin more. Not to mention many people were feeling he was going too far.
CALVIN HARRIS: But it isn’t just him. I proved that I was more of a competitor and more of a challenge than Stevie Harris ever was to you. People suck that old man’s dick like he was one of the best things that ever happened to PAW. People damn near deep throat the whole Press versus Stevie Harris saga. A feud that was all about you coming out on top, time and time again, Press. The whole “Let’s make Press really-really strong” shit is outplayed. It’s been outplayed in wrestling for a while now, and the fact that PAW has jumped on the bandwagon of that shit is pathetic. I did what CJ couldn’t do. I did what Stevie couldn’t do. I fucking took you to your limits and your out of shape, looking like you’ve been on a four month meth binge, ass knows it! It’s about goddamn time you give credit where credit is due!
Lowering the microphone away from his lips, Calvin is rather red in the face as it is clear that he is fuming mad over everything that had taken place on that fateful night. As much as the crowd is hating his remarks and booing him at that particular moment, at the same time it is extremely hard for them to deny what he perceived as the truth. Calvin did make valid points as he spins himself back around to look at the “hard-cam” to continue.
CALVIN HARRIS: And because I took you to your limits. Because I did what CJ couldn’t do. Because I did what Stevie couldn’t do. Because I proved to be the best competitor and challenger you’ve ever had. Maybe more importantly than all of that, because I proved that I had you right where I wanted you and where I was mere seconds away from becoming the PAW Heavyweight Champion. You did what I’ve known all along, but you let the people see it. You let the entire PAW Universe see that you’re nothing more than a fucking coward. You’re nothing more than a pussy. You’re nothing more than a bitch. You didn’t stay and fight. You didn’t stay and take that ass whooping like a man. You didn’t stay and lose that championship like you should have. Instead you took the first chance you could and you ran from me!
Those remarks ring throughout the ears of all the PAW fans. By no means was that something they wanted to hear, which is why their response was to get louder with their disdainful boo's.
CALVIN HARRIS: The moment that you started to climb that cage instead of finishing things in the ring you made yourself a bitch. When you did that you proved that you were running from me because you couldn’t beat me in the middle of the ring. You proved that you knew that you couldn’t pin my shoulders to the mat for a three count. So you went and took the coward’s way out. You can try and save face as much as you want, but at the end of the day, the truth of the matter is, you knew you couldn’t beat me, and therefore you ran from me... Or it might have even been the powers that be. Maybe Lady Munin is the brains behind it all. Maybe she’s the one that told you to take the coward’s way out, because she couldn’t have her beloved champion embarrassed and beaten straight up in front of the entire world. Not when she’s got BIGGER plans to continue to make her champion look really-really strong when it comes to naming a number one contender.
Cameras catch Calvin rolling his eyes, completely sick to his stomach with the matter at hand.
CALVIN HARRIS: And that’s what brings me back to the matter of making things clear one time. There is not a single person on this roster that deserves a shot at the championship more than me. I don’t care how many wins my fellow partner Jack has picked up. I don’t give a fuck if my girlfriend is the Titans of the Midway Champions and essentially rising through the ranks faster than most. I don’t care if the reject in Kelsey Spencer is “over” with the crowd. Makes no fucking difference to me that there’s an influx of new talent seemingly jumping on the bandwagon on what’s “cool” these days. And so help me god, if you give Johnny Raike a title shot before me. If you thought me coming out and burning your company to the ground on national television is bad, you don’t want to find out what I’ll do if you go that route. I’ll really give Raike’s family a reason to start crying about racism and sexism. Don’t fucking push me!
His words are more than a threat at this point. The way he delivers them is a given that it is a promise and it is one of those situations. Calvin is quick to bring the focus right back to him as he speaks even louder.
CALVIN HARRIS: Simply put I want my rematch. I want Press again one on one, again. I want a shot at the championship that I am deserving and worthy of holding. This time no special stipulations. No situations where he can run. You and I, man to man. Make it happen, or there’s going to be hell to pay!
On that note Calvin forcefully tosses the microphone down to the mat letting it hit with a loud thud. From the popping sound heard throughout the speakers, it's obviously broken. Not that it makes a bit of difference to him. "Your Betrayal" starts to cue up, but is suddenly cut out by "Violence" by Dope, and the fans come to their feet in anticipation of the confrontation that was promised earlier. They didn't much care who beat the hell out of who, as long as one of them walked away broken. In answer to that thought, Jack Nomad broke through the curtain, Mercy & Sin joining him to flank his left and his right. He held in his grasp his barbed wire mop handle, and he grips it tight with both hands as he stares hard down at the ring. In the ring, Calvin starts mouthing off immediately, begging for Jack to come down to the ring, and starting to remove articles of clothing. Jack looks to his left, and then to his right, then shrugs, stalking forward in a power walk down to the ring.
The Hardcore Society doesn't make it far before Security appears from all over the place, blocking the ring from their entrance. The fans really begin to boo now, but 4Loco and his men form an imposing barrier, pointing to the back. Just then, Calvin Harris exited the ring, rushing forwards like he was ready to take on the world. Security bum rushed in and take him to the ground, while Jack and his ladies try and use the distraction to their advantage. Suddenly uniformed Tunica police officers appear to back up the security force, and finally Jack throws his hands up above his head, and nods towards the back. Mercy and Sin still don't seem keen on leaving, despite the police presence, but Jack finally gets their attention with the barbed wire mop handle, and points them to the back. Begrudgingly, the two ladies lead the way, with Jack back peddling, ever keeping his eye on Calvin and promising his day will come. Calvin spits on the ramp, and nods his head in agreement, just as the show goes to commercial.
EXPOSED: With Domino - ONLY ON CIRCLE TELEVISION NETWORK
{Main Event}
Triple Threat
-Titans Of The Midway Championship-
(Flaming Tables Match)
Adam Wolfe versus Johnny Raike versus Nova Wonder(c)
PERCY: Good Lord, things have gone crazy out here!
CAT: I...I honestly don't know what I want to see more. Calvin and Jack, or a rematch between Calvin and Press...
PERCY: This Hardcore Society, I tell you right now, it's all we need here in PAW. A lunatic steering the ship of two ladies that are crazier than he is.
CAT: Whatever, Percy. We know that you're just saying all that cause you want to keep PAW a pantie waste version of itself. It's time for a change, like Lady Munin said, and I say let those two lead the charge with blood and violence!
PERCY: Well, we don't have time to go into debate abut it, cause there's a championship match about to take place. Though, I'd like to just throw this out there. I wonder how Nova Wonder feels about Calvin Harris and Jack Nomad basically steeling the wind from her sails right before her big match up?
CAT: Keep it up, Percy, and Calvin Harris will come back out here and beat your ass!
PERCY: Whatever. Rhonda, take it away.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is for the Titan of the Midway championship and it is a FLAMING tables match! Introducing challenger number one...
"Master of Puppets" by the legendary Metallica plays through the Tunica Arena and Expo, as Adam Wolfe charges down to the ring, showing no reaction to the boos of the PAW crowd.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Now making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he weighs in tonight at two-hundred and twenty pounds, The Puppet Master, ADAM WOOOOOOLFE!
Wolfe sits cross legged in the corner, staring up the aisle as the music cuts before blasting forth with the breakbeat sounds of Lords of Acid's "Long Johns" burst forth. Raike appear on stage custom dressed and ready for war, his thumbtack covered bat in hand, the frilly denim vest of last match and bejweled battle pants of his first Titans match in place of his usual skirt.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the opponent, from Astoria, Queens, New York, he weighed in tonight at "looking to gain about ten pounds of gold," the Most Liberated Man in Professional Wrestling, JOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHNNNYYY! RAIKE!
Raike poses for a trio in the front row, one each in a Faerie, Freak, and Fuckboi t-shirt, before climbing into the ring, wiping his boots before entering. Raike leans in a corner of his own, eyes darting back and forth between Wolfe and the entry way. The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eery, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to "Sex Metal Barbie" began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the titan tron video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.
At the sound of Maria Brink's scream, a single, glowing, red eye emerges in the darkness. There's just enough light to see Nova Wonder crouched on one knee, lifting her head and opening her eyes. One red glow in the dark contact is placed in, the other half of her face covered in a dystopian robot cybernetic half-mask. The spotlights all form into one at the turn of a dime, on the crouching Nova, glinting off the Titan of the Midway championship belt.
Slowly - mechanically - she rises from one knee to two. Her head glancing at the ground, her feet shoulder width apart. Her long, platinum blonde hair hid her already half-hidden face.
The guitar riff gets a little heavier, as she raised her head. The look on her face is one that is completely stoic, heavy black makeup on the contact-wearing eye. One hand raises, at a snail's pace. Her fist unfurls, opening to reveal the tattoo on the inside of her right palm: the Illuminati pyramid, including its all-seeing eye. That hand furls back into a fist, then fingers pointed into a gun, pointed at the center of the ring.
Her pace down the ramp is slow and calculated, eyes focused on the ring in front of her. Everything seems methodical, from the slow pace of her breathing to each dragging step. At the foot of the ramp, there's finally a break. A wicked grin curling her lips up to the sky.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the champion Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 112 pounds, from Seattle, Washington - she is the Titan of the Midway... Nova WOOOOOONDERRR!
"The Deathbringer," as she calls herself, gave a stern glance to the camera - allowing it to take in every intricate detail of her half-mask and the piercing glow of her single, red eye. A machine built for destruction is the best way to describe the robotic appearance of Nova Wonder. Climbing into the ring underneath the second rope, she retreats to one corner, resuming her crouching position with both arms outstretched and taking hold of the top rope, to pull herself up at the toll of the bell. "Sex Metal Barbie" faded off into the distance as the lights slowly returned to normal.
PERCY: And here we go, main event of the first Wicked Live and it's a flaming tables match for the Titan of the Midway Championship.
CAT: Nova wants to keep that belt, Raike wants to kill Nova, and Wolfe looks to play spoiler to them both.
PERCY: And that's to say nothing of Genocide.
*DING, DING*
As soon as the bell sounds Johnny rushes Nova, thrusting his bat out in front of him to clothesline Nova, pushing her back into the corner as she tries to rise from her crouch. Raike follows in with a shoulder tackle to soften Nova up, hits the ropes and bulldogs her down to the mat. Raike pops up and looks to pose, but catches sight of Adam Wolfe stalking him by the downed Nova Wonder. Raike looks ready to fight, but Wolfe just signals to Nova, and backs away slightly.
CAT: What's Adam Wolfe doing? I thought he was supposed to be Mr. Big and Bad.
PERCY: He's letting Johnny vent on Nova, doing damage to the champ and draining the tank of the former champ. It's a smart move.
Raike, with one last suspicious look at Adam, turns back to Nova, measures, and hits a knee drop to the mid back, driving the sharp jewel points of Johnny's battle pants down hard. Johnny keeps his knee in the back and applies a bat assisted chin lock, pulling back while driving his knee down. Nova, red with the pain of not yelling out, scrabbles, but gets little motion thanks to the pinning weight of the Thigh High Thriller. Just as it seems all might be lost for Nova, Wolfe hits the ropes and hits a tackling clothesline on Johnny Raike sending him hard to the mat.
PERCY: And it looks like Wolfe has decided that Raike's softened Nova up enough, and now it's his turn!
Raike rolls through the hit and ends up back on his feet, only to be sent running into the ropes by Adam Wolfe. A spinning elbow leaves the Beautiful Nightmare out on his feet, allowing the Puppet Master to scoop slam Johnny Raike into the rising Nova Wonder. He eyes the tangled bodies for a moment and lets out an unhealthy smile, hitting the ropes and landing atop the heap with a big back senton.
PERCY: Wolfe just smashed Nova and Raike into that mat like a well made s'more! Pays to be the biggest man in the ring sometimes!
CAT: Well I think it's terrible. He supposed to be trying to put those two through tables, not leave Nova flat as a pancake!
Wolfe slides fromthe ring, leaving the other two catching their wind on the canvas. Adam reaches under the ring and pulls out a hockey stick. He eyes it for a moment, looking as though he might become Genocide, but tosses it aside, instead pulling a sock puppet from under the ring. He slips it on his hand and reenters the ring, nailing a rising Johnny Raike with a straight right to the temple, then pounding his fist hard into the back of Nova's head. Wolfe takes a moment to talk to the puppet, seemingly in good spirits so far.
CAT: What's that idiot doing, he's got the champ and Raike reeling, now isn't the time for therapy!
PERCY: Downside of a mind that gives you Genocide is it needs lots of attention, even in the ring.
Wolfe finishes his converstaion and once again targets Raike, pulling him up placing him against the ropes, before hitting a crisp standing dropkick, sending Raike cartwheeling backward over the ropes to the floor. He turns back toward Nova just as she gets to her feet again and swings a huge right hand. Wondergirl rolls forward to avoid, pops up, hits a heel to the back of Wolfe's knee, runs the ropes, and takes Wolfe down with a jumping neck breaker. Wolfe pops back up to his knees, looking pissed, but Nova bounces from the ropes and lands a foot right to the bottom of The Puppet Master's jaw.
CAT: There she is, the champ! The Titan is on the attack, size difference be damned.
PERCY: She's known as the Diminutive Dragon Slayer for a reason, as she puts down Adam Wolfe.
Nova is quickly out of the ring, goes under the ring, and pulls out a table, pushing it into the ring. She goes back under to look for more weaponry, only to have her head bounced off the bottom as Raike delivers a fieldgoal kick to her midsection. Raike snatches up a bottle of lighter fluid while spitting at Nova, reentering the ring and setting up the table. Raike starts pouring fluid on table when he notices Wolfe is back to his feet. The Sissyboy Savior keeps his head, ducks a spinning heel kick, and unleashes a blast of lighter fluid right into Wolfe's eyes. The Puppet Master screams in pain and rage, desperately crashing about the ring before tumbling over the ropes. Raike abandons the fluid atop the table, retrieves his whiffle ball bat, and slides out to find Nova Wonder. The Titan of the Midway is still half under the ring, so Raike pulls her out by the leg, rolls her back to standing, and lands a kick to the gut to send her into the ring barrier. Raike follows with a bat to the stomach, grabs Nova by the arm and neck, and forces her back into the ring.
PERCY: Raike following through on his words of woe for Wonder girl.
CAT: I'm pretty sure we've talked about your bad poetry Perce, and Raike hasn't destroyed the champ yet.
Johnny follows into the ring and props the table up in the corner, delivering a stomp between the shoulder blades to keep Nova dazed, sprays it down with lighter fluid again, and lights it with a Zippo from his jeans pocket. The table blazes forth, and Raike looks pretty pleased as he pulls Wondergirl to her feet, though his look turns there pain as the Titan hits a Ric Flair uppercut, stunning the Hedonistic Hellcat. Nova grabs onto Johnny with both hands and heaves him toward the flaming table, but Genocide leaps into the ring and intercepts Raike with a huge Howler! The crowd explodes, half cheering the move and booing the Hockey masked man delivering it. Genocide is up quick as a flash, landing a big boot to Nova, crashing her into the corner.
PERCY: Holy shit, Genocide is in this thing with a vengeance! Raike not moving, Wonder on the ropes, and a burning table, it doesn't get much more chaotic than this!
CAT: I was thinking maybe that fall had knocked Wolfe out, but I guess he just needed a moment to change. More of a diva than Johnny, that one.
Genocide keeps up his attack on Wonder, using the simple effectiveness of a body avalanche to crash his bulk into his hundred pound lighter opponent. Nova collapses into the corner, Genocide backing up to the other side of the ring to charge in with a face wash boot to the face. Wonder says over the bottom rope as Genocide retrieves the flaming table from the corner. Seemingly not noticing the heat, he drapes the table in front of him and charges toward Nova, but Raike snakes a leg out and instead Genocide falls hard against he back of the table, crunching against the mat and extinguishing the fire.
CAT: Genocide just lost, give that belt right back to Nova.
PERCY: That's not how this works.
With all three fighters down the Tunica crowd start stomping and clapping, trying to bring someone back into the fight. Nova is first up, pulling herself to her feet by the ropes. As she sees Johnny roll to sitting she plods out of the corner, finds the can of lighter fluid, swings it hard against Raike's face causing the man to back pedal into the ropes. Johnny surges forward off the ropes, but Nova jumps to the middle rope and catches the American Wet Dream with a tornado DDT! Raike seems dead on his feet for a moment, before face planting, trickle of blood leaking from his eyebrow.
CAT: Nova's got Johnny busted open again, let's see if he bleeds out again!
PERCY: Still leaves her having to worry about Genocide.
As if he heard Percy, Genocide sits back up, broken piece of table in hand. He catches Nova across the back as she stalks Raike. Instead of falling, Nova screams in defiance, turning to 'Cide, booting the table piece back into his face, jumps up, and she scores a modified Come As You Are. Genocide stumbles into the ropes as Nova climbs to the top rope. She jumps, flips in midair to catch Genocide with a head scissors, and tosses him backward from the ring.
PERCY: And the champion sends Genocide for a nasty ride to the floor! That's one way to make up for the size difference.
CAT: She just needs to put one of them through a table now. Come on Nova!
PERCY: Impartial is just a word to you, isn't it?
Nova lands in a crouch on the apron, then hops down to the floor. Nova pulls a table out from under the ring, pulls out some lighter fluid and sets the table ablaze. The Diminutive Dragon Slayer grabs Genocide with both hands and tries to haul him up, struggling against the dead weight of the man. At long last, with much straining, Nova gets Genocide up, repositions to get him toward the table, and gets taken down in a heap from a Johnny Raike suicide dive!
PERCY: Raike recovers and takes Wonder and Genocide down!
CAT: Come on Nova, get up before the table burns out!
Once again the crowd starts to make noise to bring someone back into the match, though Cat's concerns are well founded as the table burns out. Raike is first to move this time, resting against the apron before grabbing another table and sliding it inside, taking the lighter fluid with him. Johnny stalks to the other side of the ring and waits for someone to enter. First to try is Genocide, who pays for his try with a sliding, jewel covered knee to the head, turning him over and causing his mask to slip from his face.
CAT: Does that mean he's Adam Wolfe again?
PERCY: I... don't know.
Johnny leaves the ring, stomps Nova's head, the pulls her up to standing. Johnny positions himself between Wonder girl and the ring barrier, jumps up to wrap his legs backways around Nova's waist, then flips her head hard into the metal barrier with the Pleasure Seeker!
PERCY: Pleasure Seeker into the metal! Any other match and I'd call this over, but he's still gotta get someone through a table.
CAT: Come on Wolfe, kill him. Get back into this!
Raike bounces to his feet, cheers of the crowd having a rejuvenating effect on the Panty Wearing Panty Dropper. He returns to the ring, staying in Adam Wolfe's blindside as the bigger man rises, only to put him back down with a back stabber. Raike once again leans a table in the corner, holding the rope for a moment as he tries to regain some endurance. He douses the table once more and sets it alight before heaving Adam Wolfe to his feet. Johnny hammer tosses Wolfe but keeps a hold of the throw, straining back just before the physical limit, building up force to break the table. Johnny releases the throw and tries to side step, but Wolfe follows and plows into Raike with a massive Howler! Almost before the crowd can swallow it's gasp, Nova is spingboarding over the flaming table to land a double stomp to Wolfe's mid-back!
PERCY: STARFALL! Nova Wonder making up for being bottom dog on the pile earlier this match!
CAT: Damn right! At least Raike is probably used to having sweaty dudes pass out on top of him. Now she's just got to get one of those victims through that table.
PERCY: Easier said than done, Cat, Nova isn't moving much more than the others.
Indeed, amidst the "HOLY SHIT!" Chant of the crowd, all three PAW stars lay motionless, table burning behind them. After several moments, Nova slowly begins to pull herself towards the ropes, while Johnny Raike starts crawling towards the other end of the ring. Adam Wolfe, groggy beyond belief, starts to try and make it to his feet where he stands. Johnny manages to reach the ropes, and rolls underneath to the outside, where he exhaustively drops to one knee, and starts searching for something under the ring apron. Nova manages to catch a glimpse of Wolfe getting to his feet, and with the table still blazing over in the corner, she rushes out to meet him with a Shining Wizard. Wolfe doesn't go down from the move, but rather falls back into the ropes, and bounces forwards into Nova's waiting arms. In an unbelievable gust of strength, she manages to lift him a few inches off the ground, and spins him into the flaming table in a manner that will probably do harm to both of them. Just as they are about to impact, a loud 'SHHHHHH' sound comes from off camera, and a white cloud engulfs the corner. The fire dies out just as Nova and Wolfe crash through it.
PERCY: JOHNNY RAIKE! JOHNNY RAIKE JUST PUT THE FREAKIN' TABLE OUT WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER BEFORE NOVA COULD GET WOLFE THROUGH IT!
CAT: That must've been what he was looking for under the ring!
PERCY: Folks, I have seen it all now...I don't even know what to say!
Johnny drops the fire extinguisher to the concrete, and reaches back under the ring to pull out another table. He slides it in the ring, and grabs a new bottle of lighter fluid before coming in himself. He carefully sets up the table in the center of the ring, and douses it's surface with the combustible liquid. All of the combustible liquid. When he pulls out the matches, he shrugs, lighting them all and tossing it on the table. It's engulfed in a 10 foot flame that dies back down to about a 6.
PERCY: Johnny Raike is going for broke here...and he's got too easy targets that haven't moved since going through that table.
CAT: Well, I can tell you right now....I think going through that table is going to be a lot worse!
Johnny steps over to where Nova and Wolfe lay, and he plays 'eanie-meany-minie-moe' with the two, settling his finger on Nova Wonder. He pulls the woman up to her feet, and drags her out near the table, putting her head down between his legs. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, and the fans laugh and cheer, on the edge of their seats to see what happens next. Raike hoists the woman up into a powerbomb position, but as soon as she's up there she starts hammering right hands down into his skull. Johnny, also exhausted from this match, slowly begins to buckle. She finally manages to puller her legs out and away from his grasp, and lands right in front of him, never stopping with the right hands. Finally, she delivers a low boot to his midsection, and Johnny drops to his knee's holding his nether regions.
PERCY: I could be wrong, but I think she just low blowed him.
CAT: Nah, I didn't see it. I think she just got close enough to jostle them a bit.
PERCY: Maybe so, but....HERE COMES GENOCIDE!
While everyone's focus is on Raike and Nova, no one notices as Wolfe gets to his feet, his face twisted up into a scowl that could only be Genocide. He rushes forwards out of the corner, stepping right up onto Johnny Raike's back, and dives at Nova. The Wonder Woman see's him just in time to side step the man, using his own momentum against him by grabbing him in midair and directing his body towards the flaming table in the center of the ring. Genocide plows through the table to the ring, howling in pain as he rolls around on the mat. Ring Tech's quickly enter the ring and douse the flames of the remains of the table, and Genocide, as A-Ref calls for the bell.
PERCY: What a freakin' match!
CAT: Plenty of twists and turns, that's for sure, but in the end Wonder Woman proved that she deserves that Titans of the Midway Championship, and this time there is no controversy!
PERCY: Only if you count the fact that Raike wasn't involved in the decision.
CAT: Don't start, PERCY!
Nova is handed her title, and she falls into a corner clutching it as Rhonda makes it official.'
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, and STILL TITANS OF THE MIDWAY CHAMPION....NOVA WONDER!!
The fans come to their feet in cheers and applause as Nova thrusts the belt over her head one handed, while the other grips at the injuries all over her body.
PERCY: Well folks, we're sure are glad you decided to join us here on the very first Episode of WICKED, and we can only promise you that next week is guaranteed to be just as crazy.
CAT: Lord, if it gets much crazier than what we just witnessed, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it.
PERCY: I have a feeling that this PAW Roster is going to push us to our limit, Cat, but for now, this is Percivail Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey, signing off.
The camera picks up one more shot of Nova, now on the middle turnbuckle, banging her fist off the face plate of the Titans Championship before thrusting it over her head. The camera fades from the ring, into one last moment captured in the back.
CAT: I...I honestly don't know what I want to see more. Calvin and Jack, or a rematch between Calvin and Press...
PERCY: This Hardcore Society, I tell you right now, it's all we need here in PAW. A lunatic steering the ship of two ladies that are crazier than he is.
CAT: Whatever, Percy. We know that you're just saying all that cause you want to keep PAW a pantie waste version of itself. It's time for a change, like Lady Munin said, and I say let those two lead the charge with blood and violence!
PERCY: Well, we don't have time to go into debate abut it, cause there's a championship match about to take place. Though, I'd like to just throw this out there. I wonder how Nova Wonder feels about Calvin Harris and Jack Nomad basically steeling the wind from her sails right before her big match up?
CAT: Keep it up, Percy, and Calvin Harris will come back out here and beat your ass!
PERCY: Whatever. Rhonda, take it away.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is for the Titan of the Midway championship and it is a FLAMING tables match! Introducing challenger number one...
"Master of Puppets" by the legendary Metallica plays through the Tunica Arena and Expo, as Adam Wolfe charges down to the ring, showing no reaction to the boos of the PAW crowd.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Now making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he weighs in tonight at two-hundred and twenty pounds, The Puppet Master, ADAM WOOOOOOLFE!
Wolfe sits cross legged in the corner, staring up the aisle as the music cuts before blasting forth with the breakbeat sounds of Lords of Acid's "Long Johns" burst forth. Raike appear on stage custom dressed and ready for war, his thumbtack covered bat in hand, the frilly denim vest of last match and bejweled battle pants of his first Titans match in place of his usual skirt.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the opponent, from Astoria, Queens, New York, he weighed in tonight at "looking to gain about ten pounds of gold," the Most Liberated Man in Professional Wrestling, JOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHNNNYYY! RAIKE!
Raike poses for a trio in the front row, one each in a Faerie, Freak, and Fuckboi t-shirt, before climbing into the ring, wiping his boots before entering. Raike leans in a corner of his own, eyes darting back and forth between Wolfe and the entry way. The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eery, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to "Sex Metal Barbie" began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the titan tron video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.
Excuse me can you tell me what you've heard about my life?
Maybe a dirty little fairy tale, a girl of the night
I heard that I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen
Drop out pregnant statistical teen
I know you've heard about the bloody knife
About my daddy's perfect virgin and my mother's wife
You know I heard I don't belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let's go!
Baby go ahead
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying, we are the damned!
Baby go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex Metal Barbie, Homicidal Queen
The guitar riff gets a little heavier, as she raised her head. The look on her face is one that is completely stoic, heavy black makeup on the contact-wearing eye. One hand raises, at a snail's pace. Her fist unfurls, opening to reveal the tattoo on the inside of her right palm: the Illuminati pyramid, including its all-seeing eye. That hand furls back into a fist, then fingers pointed into a gun, pointed at the center of the ring.
Excuse me can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me?
Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen
You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene
Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, attention fiend
You know I heard that I'm a hater's dream
No class, White Trash - I'm so obscene
You know I heard that I should be ashamed
Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name
Come on!
Her pace down the ramp is slow and calculated, eyes focused on the ring in front of her. Everything seems methodical, from the slow pace of her breathing to each dragging step. At the foot of the ramp, there's finally a break. A wicked grin curling her lips up to the sky.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the champion Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 112 pounds, from Seattle, Washington - she is the Titan of the Midway... Nova WOOOOOONDERRR!
Baby go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
"The Deathbringer," as she calls herself, gave a stern glance to the camera - allowing it to take in every intricate detail of her half-mask and the piercing glow of her single, red eye. A machine built for destruction is the best way to describe the robotic appearance of Nova Wonder. Climbing into the ring underneath the second rope, she retreats to one corner, resuming her crouching position with both arms outstretched and taking hold of the top rope, to pull herself up at the toll of the bell. "Sex Metal Barbie" faded off into the distance as the lights slowly returned to normal.
PERCY: And here we go, main event of the first Wicked Live and it's a flaming tables match for the Titan of the Midway Championship.
CAT: Nova wants to keep that belt, Raike wants to kill Nova, and Wolfe looks to play spoiler to them both.
PERCY: And that's to say nothing of Genocide.
*DING, DING*
As soon as the bell sounds Johnny rushes Nova, thrusting his bat out in front of him to clothesline Nova, pushing her back into the corner as she tries to rise from her crouch. Raike follows in with a shoulder tackle to soften Nova up, hits the ropes and bulldogs her down to the mat. Raike pops up and looks to pose, but catches sight of Adam Wolfe stalking him by the downed Nova Wonder. Raike looks ready to fight, but Wolfe just signals to Nova, and backs away slightly.
CAT: What's Adam Wolfe doing? I thought he was supposed to be Mr. Big and Bad.
PERCY: He's letting Johnny vent on Nova, doing damage to the champ and draining the tank of the former champ. It's a smart move.
Raike, with one last suspicious look at Adam, turns back to Nova, measures, and hits a knee drop to the mid back, driving the sharp jewel points of Johnny's battle pants down hard. Johnny keeps his knee in the back and applies a bat assisted chin lock, pulling back while driving his knee down. Nova, red with the pain of not yelling out, scrabbles, but gets little motion thanks to the pinning weight of the Thigh High Thriller. Just as it seems all might be lost for Nova, Wolfe hits the ropes and hits a tackling clothesline on Johnny Raike sending him hard to the mat.
PERCY: And it looks like Wolfe has decided that Raike's softened Nova up enough, and now it's his turn!
Raike rolls through the hit and ends up back on his feet, only to be sent running into the ropes by Adam Wolfe. A spinning elbow leaves the Beautiful Nightmare out on his feet, allowing the Puppet Master to scoop slam Johnny Raike into the rising Nova Wonder. He eyes the tangled bodies for a moment and lets out an unhealthy smile, hitting the ropes and landing atop the heap with a big back senton.
PERCY: Wolfe just smashed Nova and Raike into that mat like a well made s'more! Pays to be the biggest man in the ring sometimes!
CAT: Well I think it's terrible. He supposed to be trying to put those two through tables, not leave Nova flat as a pancake!
Wolfe slides fromthe ring, leaving the other two catching their wind on the canvas. Adam reaches under the ring and pulls out a hockey stick. He eyes it for a moment, looking as though he might become Genocide, but tosses it aside, instead pulling a sock puppet from under the ring. He slips it on his hand and reenters the ring, nailing a rising Johnny Raike with a straight right to the temple, then pounding his fist hard into the back of Nova's head. Wolfe takes a moment to talk to the puppet, seemingly in good spirits so far.
CAT: What's that idiot doing, he's got the champ and Raike reeling, now isn't the time for therapy!
PERCY: Downside of a mind that gives you Genocide is it needs lots of attention, even in the ring.
Wolfe finishes his converstaion and once again targets Raike, pulling him up placing him against the ropes, before hitting a crisp standing dropkick, sending Raike cartwheeling backward over the ropes to the floor. He turns back toward Nova just as she gets to her feet again and swings a huge right hand. Wondergirl rolls forward to avoid, pops up, hits a heel to the back of Wolfe's knee, runs the ropes, and takes Wolfe down with a jumping neck breaker. Wolfe pops back up to his knees, looking pissed, but Nova bounces from the ropes and lands a foot right to the bottom of The Puppet Master's jaw.
CAT: There she is, the champ! The Titan is on the attack, size difference be damned.
PERCY: She's known as the Diminutive Dragon Slayer for a reason, as she puts down Adam Wolfe.
Nova is quickly out of the ring, goes under the ring, and pulls out a table, pushing it into the ring. She goes back under to look for more weaponry, only to have her head bounced off the bottom as Raike delivers a fieldgoal kick to her midsection. Raike snatches up a bottle of lighter fluid while spitting at Nova, reentering the ring and setting up the table. Raike starts pouring fluid on table when he notices Wolfe is back to his feet. The Sissyboy Savior keeps his head, ducks a spinning heel kick, and unleashes a blast of lighter fluid right into Wolfe's eyes. The Puppet Master screams in pain and rage, desperately crashing about the ring before tumbling over the ropes. Raike abandons the fluid atop the table, retrieves his whiffle ball bat, and slides out to find Nova Wonder. The Titan of the Midway is still half under the ring, so Raike pulls her out by the leg, rolls her back to standing, and lands a kick to the gut to send her into the ring barrier. Raike follows with a bat to the stomach, grabs Nova by the arm and neck, and forces her back into the ring.
PERCY: Raike following through on his words of woe for Wonder girl.
CAT: I'm pretty sure we've talked about your bad poetry Perce, and Raike hasn't destroyed the champ yet.
Johnny follows into the ring and props the table up in the corner, delivering a stomp between the shoulder blades to keep Nova dazed, sprays it down with lighter fluid again, and lights it with a Zippo from his jeans pocket. The table blazes forth, and Raike looks pretty pleased as he pulls Wondergirl to her feet, though his look turns there pain as the Titan hits a Ric Flair uppercut, stunning the Hedonistic Hellcat. Nova grabs onto Johnny with both hands and heaves him toward the flaming table, but Genocide leaps into the ring and intercepts Raike with a huge Howler! The crowd explodes, half cheering the move and booing the Hockey masked man delivering it. Genocide is up quick as a flash, landing a big boot to Nova, crashing her into the corner.
PERCY: Holy shit, Genocide is in this thing with a vengeance! Raike not moving, Wonder on the ropes, and a burning table, it doesn't get much more chaotic than this!
CAT: I was thinking maybe that fall had knocked Wolfe out, but I guess he just needed a moment to change. More of a diva than Johnny, that one.
Genocide keeps up his attack on Wonder, using the simple effectiveness of a body avalanche to crash his bulk into his hundred pound lighter opponent. Nova collapses into the corner, Genocide backing up to the other side of the ring to charge in with a face wash boot to the face. Wonder says over the bottom rope as Genocide retrieves the flaming table from the corner. Seemingly not noticing the heat, he drapes the table in front of him and charges toward Nova, but Raike snakes a leg out and instead Genocide falls hard against he back of the table, crunching against the mat and extinguishing the fire.
CAT: Genocide just lost, give that belt right back to Nova.
PERCY: That's not how this works.
With all three fighters down the Tunica crowd start stomping and clapping, trying to bring someone back into the fight. Nova is first up, pulling herself to her feet by the ropes. As she sees Johnny roll to sitting she plods out of the corner, finds the can of lighter fluid, swings it hard against Raike's face causing the man to back pedal into the ropes. Johnny surges forward off the ropes, but Nova jumps to the middle rope and catches the American Wet Dream with a tornado DDT! Raike seems dead on his feet for a moment, before face planting, trickle of blood leaking from his eyebrow.
CAT: Nova's got Johnny busted open again, let's see if he bleeds out again!
PERCY: Still leaves her having to worry about Genocide.
As if he heard Percy, Genocide sits back up, broken piece of table in hand. He catches Nova across the back as she stalks Raike. Instead of falling, Nova screams in defiance, turning to 'Cide, booting the table piece back into his face, jumps up, and she scores a modified Come As You Are. Genocide stumbles into the ropes as Nova climbs to the top rope. She jumps, flips in midair to catch Genocide with a head scissors, and tosses him backward from the ring.
PERCY: And the champion sends Genocide for a nasty ride to the floor! That's one way to make up for the size difference.
CAT: She just needs to put one of them through a table now. Come on Nova!
PERCY: Impartial is just a word to you, isn't it?
Nova lands in a crouch on the apron, then hops down to the floor. Nova pulls a table out from under the ring, pulls out some lighter fluid and sets the table ablaze. The Diminutive Dragon Slayer grabs Genocide with both hands and tries to haul him up, struggling against the dead weight of the man. At long last, with much straining, Nova gets Genocide up, repositions to get him toward the table, and gets taken down in a heap from a Johnny Raike suicide dive!
PERCY: Raike recovers and takes Wonder and Genocide down!
CAT: Come on Nova, get up before the table burns out!
Once again the crowd starts to make noise to bring someone back into the match, though Cat's concerns are well founded as the table burns out. Raike is first to move this time, resting against the apron before grabbing another table and sliding it inside, taking the lighter fluid with him. Johnny stalks to the other side of the ring and waits for someone to enter. First to try is Genocide, who pays for his try with a sliding, jewel covered knee to the head, turning him over and causing his mask to slip from his face.
CAT: Does that mean he's Adam Wolfe again?
PERCY: I... don't know.
Johnny leaves the ring, stomps Nova's head, the pulls her up to standing. Johnny positions himself between Wonder girl and the ring barrier, jumps up to wrap his legs backways around Nova's waist, then flips her head hard into the metal barrier with the Pleasure Seeker!
PERCY: Pleasure Seeker into the metal! Any other match and I'd call this over, but he's still gotta get someone through a table.
CAT: Come on Wolfe, kill him. Get back into this!
Raike bounces to his feet, cheers of the crowd having a rejuvenating effect on the Panty Wearing Panty Dropper. He returns to the ring, staying in Adam Wolfe's blindside as the bigger man rises, only to put him back down with a back stabber. Raike once again leans a table in the corner, holding the rope for a moment as he tries to regain some endurance. He douses the table once more and sets it alight before heaving Adam Wolfe to his feet. Johnny hammer tosses Wolfe but keeps a hold of the throw, straining back just before the physical limit, building up force to break the table. Johnny releases the throw and tries to side step, but Wolfe follows and plows into Raike with a massive Howler! Almost before the crowd can swallow it's gasp, Nova is spingboarding over the flaming table to land a double stomp to Wolfe's mid-back!
PERCY: STARFALL! Nova Wonder making up for being bottom dog on the pile earlier this match!
CAT: Damn right! At least Raike is probably used to having sweaty dudes pass out on top of him. Now she's just got to get one of those victims through that table.
PERCY: Easier said than done, Cat, Nova isn't moving much more than the others.
Indeed, amidst the "HOLY SHIT!" Chant of the crowd, all three PAW stars lay motionless, table burning behind them. After several moments, Nova slowly begins to pull herself towards the ropes, while Johnny Raike starts crawling towards the other end of the ring. Adam Wolfe, groggy beyond belief, starts to try and make it to his feet where he stands. Johnny manages to reach the ropes, and rolls underneath to the outside, where he exhaustively drops to one knee, and starts searching for something under the ring apron. Nova manages to catch a glimpse of Wolfe getting to his feet, and with the table still blazing over in the corner, she rushes out to meet him with a Shining Wizard. Wolfe doesn't go down from the move, but rather falls back into the ropes, and bounces forwards into Nova's waiting arms. In an unbelievable gust of strength, she manages to lift him a few inches off the ground, and spins him into the flaming table in a manner that will probably do harm to both of them. Just as they are about to impact, a loud 'SHHHHHH' sound comes from off camera, and a white cloud engulfs the corner. The fire dies out just as Nova and Wolfe crash through it.
PERCY: JOHNNY RAIKE! JOHNNY RAIKE JUST PUT THE FREAKIN' TABLE OUT WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER BEFORE NOVA COULD GET WOLFE THROUGH IT!
CAT: That must've been what he was looking for under the ring!
PERCY: Folks, I have seen it all now...I don't even know what to say!
Johnny drops the fire extinguisher to the concrete, and reaches back under the ring to pull out another table. He slides it in the ring, and grabs a new bottle of lighter fluid before coming in himself. He carefully sets up the table in the center of the ring, and douses it's surface with the combustible liquid. All of the combustible liquid. When he pulls out the matches, he shrugs, lighting them all and tossing it on the table. It's engulfed in a 10 foot flame that dies back down to about a 6.
PERCY: Johnny Raike is going for broke here...and he's got too easy targets that haven't moved since going through that table.
CAT: Well, I can tell you right now....I think going through that table is going to be a lot worse!
Johnny steps over to where Nova and Wolfe lay, and he plays 'eanie-meany-minie-moe' with the two, settling his finger on Nova Wonder. He pulls the woman up to her feet, and drags her out near the table, putting her head down between his legs. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, and the fans laugh and cheer, on the edge of their seats to see what happens next. Raike hoists the woman up into a powerbomb position, but as soon as she's up there she starts hammering right hands down into his skull. Johnny, also exhausted from this match, slowly begins to buckle. She finally manages to puller her legs out and away from his grasp, and lands right in front of him, never stopping with the right hands. Finally, she delivers a low boot to his midsection, and Johnny drops to his knee's holding his nether regions.
PERCY: I could be wrong, but I think she just low blowed him.
CAT: Nah, I didn't see it. I think she just got close enough to jostle them a bit.
PERCY: Maybe so, but....HERE COMES GENOCIDE!
While everyone's focus is on Raike and Nova, no one notices as Wolfe gets to his feet, his face twisted up into a scowl that could only be Genocide. He rushes forwards out of the corner, stepping right up onto Johnny Raike's back, and dives at Nova. The Wonder Woman see's him just in time to side step the man, using his own momentum against him by grabbing him in midair and directing his body towards the flaming table in the center of the ring. Genocide plows through the table to the ring, howling in pain as he rolls around on the mat. Ring Tech's quickly enter the ring and douse the flames of the remains of the table, and Genocide, as A-Ref calls for the bell.
PERCY: What a freakin' match!
CAT: Plenty of twists and turns, that's for sure, but in the end Wonder Woman proved that she deserves that Titans of the Midway Championship, and this time there is no controversy!
PERCY: Only if you count the fact that Raike wasn't involved in the decision.
CAT: Don't start, PERCY!
Nova is handed her title, and she falls into a corner clutching it as Rhonda makes it official.'
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, and STILL TITANS OF THE MIDWAY CHAMPION....NOVA WONDER!!
The fans come to their feet in cheers and applause as Nova thrusts the belt over her head one handed, while the other grips at the injuries all over her body.
PERCY: Well folks, we're sure are glad you decided to join us here on the very first Episode of WICKED, and we can only promise you that next week is guaranteed to be just as crazy.
CAT: Lord, if it gets much crazier than what we just witnessed, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it.
PERCY: I have a feeling that this PAW Roster is going to push us to our limit, Cat, but for now, this is Percivail Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey, signing off.
The camera picks up one more shot of Nova, now on the middle turnbuckle, banging her fist off the face plate of the Titans Championship before thrusting it over her head. The camera fades from the ring, into one last moment captured in the back.
Munin makes her way through the backstage area with a look of satisfaction etched on her face. Tonight had been a success, more so than she could have hoped for, and would launch PAW into a new era of Sports Entertainment. The little company inside of an Amusement Park wasn't that little anymore, and now was flexing it's muscles on a national stage thanks to The Circle Television Network. At this moment, she could think of nothing that could dampen her spirits. Rounding the corner she steps into her makeshift office to finish out the last minute details to an already great night. As soon as she reaches her desk she sits down, and starts shuffling papers around when the lights flicker overhead. Her hands freeze where they are as the lights go back to a continuous burn, and she stares down at the document directly in front of her. The camera settles on the frozen Munin for a moment before finally zooming in on the contract she's staring at. It's the contract she had signed earlier, but out beside her name on the adjoining line is another name now. Written in a scrawling cursive handwriting, in what could only be assumed to be fresh dripping blood, was the name 'Deus'. Munin leans back in her chair looking forlorn, and she closes her eyes just before the scene fades to the PAW Logo, and then to black.
