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Live From The Pure Arena
Purity, LA
Thursday, September 1st, 2016 at 10 pm CST
BEFORE CURTAIN
Outside the arena a group of reporters are waiting as a stretch Excursion limo pulls up. As the driver steps out, the cameras tighten up to reveal that it is Tony Chu’s bodyguard, Lenin. He’s looking dashing in a Brooks Brothers original, tailored to fit his wide shoulders. He makes his way to the back door of the limo and opens it. Out steps Tony Chu looking equally as suave in a Ermenegildo Zegna custom suit. Behind him is John Weyland, wearing jeans and a black hoodie--a stark contrast from his two cohorts.
Before they can make a move, they’re confronted by the reporters.
REPORTER: Mr. Weyland! Mr. Weyland! Do you have any comments on the ESU decision?
Weyland just shakes his head, but Tony steps up and confronts the reporters.
TONY: My client wishes to put his history behind him and put his best foot forward at Pure Amusement Wrestling.
REPORTER: Is that possible with the ongoing investigation?
TONY: My client has already accepted his punishment and frankly we would like to dispense with these questions. His involvement ended with the indefinite NCAA suspension.
The reporters get a little too close and Lenin steps in, using his body to separate the reporters from Weyland.
REPORTER: Please Mr. Weyland! A statement!
Tony interrupts,
TONY: Might I remind you that this is a wrestling arena and there’s a good chance that my associate, Lenin Chathomme could very easily powerbomb you into an ambulance and suffer little to no regret or punishment.
Weyland shakes his head and pushes Lenin out of the way.
JOHN WEYLAND: Alright, I have a statement. I’m guilty. Guilty as fuck. Ok? Now quote that, tweet it, retweet it, and get the fuck out of my face!
TONY: Note that my client was under duress when he was forced to make these statements!
Lenin carves a path through the reporters as Tony and John follow. Lenin holds the door open allowing the two to enter the building. Before Lenin leaves the scene he stops and notes…
LENIN: The Ambulance would break your fall, but I would ensure it was a painful break.
With that said, Lenin steps through the door leaving the reporters crowded around the door to the arena.
Cameras backstage catch a shot of Brandi Irving chasing after Kelsey Spencer as she walks down the hall. The footage is revealed to be from earlier today, as the show was about to get started.
BRANDI IRVING: Hey, Kelsey? Kelsey!
Kelsey stops and turns in her place as Brandi catches up to her.
BRANDI IRVING: I’d just like to get your thoughts on tonight’s Fatal 4-Way, if I could?
There’s a long, drawn-out pause as Kelsey ponders over the question put forth. She lifts her lips to form a half smile that seems faked, beginning to verbalise her feelings.
KELSEY SPENCER: Can you hear the fans starting to file in, Brandi? I’ve been pacing up and down this hallway for what seems like hours, just trying to calm my nerves. Those people out there - they paid money to come here today and see me…
She bites her tongue, shaking her head, dissatisfied with the words that left her mouth.
KELSEY SPENCER: Sorry, that’s wrong, let me rephrase that - they came here to see a show where I’m featured in the main event. This is the first Addiction, Brandi… The very first one. That means what the four of us do in that ring tonight sets the standard for every Addiction main event to follow; that’s a heck of a lot of pressure.
She pauses again, taking a deep breath before continuing.
KELSEY SPENCER: I went back and watched Bad Moon Rising the other day, and something Cat said on commentary really caught my attention… She said she didn’t need to count me out, because I do enough of that myself. That hit close to home, because I realised that I really have been hard on myself lately. I don’t mean to, of course… There’s just a whole lotta people counting on me to succeed.
BRANDI IRVING: Will they be disappointed in you if you can’t pull this off?
KELSEY SPENCER: Well, I dunno… I’ll be more disappointed in myself more than anything else, I think. The unpredictability of a Fatal 4-Way may be scary to a lotta people, and even though I have a lot riding on whether I win or lose, this is still exciting for me!
Her smile widens slightly, just enough to seem genuine.
KELSEY SPENCER: I’ve gotta win. I’ve gotta prove that I still have what it takes to get it done on my own out there. But aside from all that, I wanna make sure that tonight’s match is something every person in this arena will never forget.
Kelsey turns and leaves Brandi Irving, and the scene ends.
Before they can make a move, they’re confronted by the reporters.
REPORTER: Mr. Weyland! Mr. Weyland! Do you have any comments on the ESU decision?
Weyland just shakes his head, but Tony steps up and confronts the reporters.
TONY: My client wishes to put his history behind him and put his best foot forward at Pure Amusement Wrestling.
REPORTER: Is that possible with the ongoing investigation?
TONY: My client has already accepted his punishment and frankly we would like to dispense with these questions. His involvement ended with the indefinite NCAA suspension.
The reporters get a little too close and Lenin steps in, using his body to separate the reporters from Weyland.
REPORTER: Please Mr. Weyland! A statement!
Tony interrupts,
TONY: Might I remind you that this is a wrestling arena and there’s a good chance that my associate, Lenin Chathomme could very easily powerbomb you into an ambulance and suffer little to no regret or punishment.
Weyland shakes his head and pushes Lenin out of the way.
JOHN WEYLAND: Alright, I have a statement. I’m guilty. Guilty as fuck. Ok? Now quote that, tweet it, retweet it, and get the fuck out of my face!
TONY: Note that my client was under duress when he was forced to make these statements!
Lenin carves a path through the reporters as Tony and John follow. Lenin holds the door open allowing the two to enter the building. Before Lenin leaves the scene he stops and notes…
LENIN: The Ambulance would break your fall, but I would ensure it was a painful break.
With that said, Lenin steps through the door leaving the reporters crowded around the door to the arena.
MEANWHILE....
Cameras backstage catch a shot of Brandi Irving chasing after Kelsey Spencer as she walks down the hall. The footage is revealed to be from earlier today, as the show was about to get started.
BRANDI IRVING: Hey, Kelsey? Kelsey!
Kelsey stops and turns in her place as Brandi catches up to her.
BRANDI IRVING: I’d just like to get your thoughts on tonight’s Fatal 4-Way, if I could?
There’s a long, drawn-out pause as Kelsey ponders over the question put forth. She lifts her lips to form a half smile that seems faked, beginning to verbalise her feelings.
KELSEY SPENCER: Can you hear the fans starting to file in, Brandi? I’ve been pacing up and down this hallway for what seems like hours, just trying to calm my nerves. Those people out there - they paid money to come here today and see me…
She bites her tongue, shaking her head, dissatisfied with the words that left her mouth.
KELSEY SPENCER: Sorry, that’s wrong, let me rephrase that - they came here to see a show where I’m featured in the main event. This is the first Addiction, Brandi… The very first one. That means what the four of us do in that ring tonight sets the standard for every Addiction main event to follow; that’s a heck of a lot of pressure.
She pauses again, taking a deep breath before continuing.
KELSEY SPENCER: I went back and watched Bad Moon Rising the other day, and something Cat said on commentary really caught my attention… She said she didn’t need to count me out, because I do enough of that myself. That hit close to home, because I realised that I really have been hard on myself lately. I don’t mean to, of course… There’s just a whole lotta people counting on me to succeed.
BRANDI IRVING: Will they be disappointed in you if you can’t pull this off?
KELSEY SPENCER: Well, I dunno… I’ll be more disappointed in myself more than anything else, I think. The unpredictability of a Fatal 4-Way may be scary to a lotta people, and even though I have a lot riding on whether I win or lose, this is still exciting for me!
Her smile widens slightly, just enough to seem genuine.
KELSEY SPENCER: I’ve gotta win. I’ve gotta prove that I still have what it takes to get it done on my own out there. But aside from all that, I wanna make sure that tonight’s match is something every person in this arena will never forget.
Kelsey turns and leaves Brandi Irving, and the scene ends.
'Get High' by Rob Zombie begins to play and clips and highlights from Bad Moon Rising scroll through; A scene of Redrum passing out in the arms of Boris the Wrestling Bear; Spencer Thompson deftly avoiding a SF2Turbo from Summer, and picking up the victory after a finisher of her own; Annabel Lee & Kelsey Spencer having their hands raised in victory over the team of Anastasia Hayden & Caroline O'Hara Burchill; Black Jack Colter putting Roscar away in their Grudge Match; Rachel Ellsoworth nailing Evie Girard in a lightening quick Code Red that gave her and her partner, Leon Cashmere, the victory; Flaming Youth nailing the Slow Burn on Cross Recoba; A shot of Aokigahara Zombie dropping CJ O'Donnell with the Itai Claw; Several Highlights from the Tag Team Turmoil Match with a final shot of The French Mime Assassins making off with the PAW Tag Team Championships; Jack Nomad holding The Shadow high in the air, only to bring him crashing down across his knee's much like the scene when Bane broke Batman's back; Highlights from the Midway, where Nova Wonder and Johnny Raike beat the holy hell out of one another before Nova finally walked away with the Titans Title; Several scenes from the Main Event where Press and Calvin Harris fought in a seesaw battle for the PAW Championships; Finally, a scene of Deus standing behind Press after his victory, and ultimately laying him out in a vicious attack with brass knuckles.
The Video freezes, shimmers, and then the camera pans out to reveal that the image is inside a syringe. The syringe is suddenly plunged into an animated arm, and the camera flashes up to wild, bloodshot eyes. Inside of the iris can be seen explosions, and the inside of an arena, and as the camera zooms in the scene becomes real, and the camera is panning the packed out Pure Arena floor. Eventually the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.
PERCY: Welcome everyone to The Pure Arena in Purity, Louisiana, and the very first broadcast of ADDICTION! I am your host, Percival Banion Chord, and this lady to my left is Caitlin Casey! We have a hell of a show scheduled for you this evening, not to mention some fall out from Bad Moon Rising!
CAT: I just wonder if Deus will be making an appearance considering how she left the champion at BMR?
PERCY: Good question, Cat, but yet to be determined. All I know for sure is we have a debut match to kick things off between Zachery Sears, and Tony Chu's next pet project, John Weyland. I can't wait to see these two in action, and I have to wonder how Tony Chu factors into all of this?
CAT: Well, Strick Plissken walked out on the Agent to the Stars at Bad Moon Rising, and John was already backstage as a ready replacement. I agree, it should be interesting, as Tony Chu is a manager known for breeding champions.
PERCY: After that we have Hunter Storms taking on Black Jack Colter, and you have to believe both men want to pick up a win here and get some momentum going for themselves. Colter all but proved that it was Roscar that was holding him back thus far, but Hunter Storm's can't seem to catch a break.
CAT: He might catch one here tonight if Black Jack hits him hard enough, Percy.
PERCY: Not quite the break I was talking about, Cat. Anyways, we have a grudge match that comes out of Bad Moon Rising in Caroline O'Hara Burchill versus Anastasia Hayden. These two ladies lost to the likes of Annabel Lee & Kelsey Spencer, who will be in our Main Event later on tonight. They didn't seem too keen on being partners in the first place, but the loss made things even worse.
CAT: Some bitches just don't play well with others, Percy. It's a fact of life.
PERCY: Be that as it may, it has created a fantastic opportunity for one of these women to one up the other here tonight. It should be exciting!
CAT: If you want to talk about exciting, let's talk about the prospect of Mercy & Sin bashing in the skulls of those two freaky black and white clowns.
PERCY: For the last time, Cat, THEY'RE MIMES! Not to mention, I don't think the PAW Tag Team Champions are going to make that task very easy for Mercy & Sin.
CAT: We'll see. Those two bitches are just crazy enough to rid us of the Frenchmen for good, and I say good riddance.
PERCY: What do you have against the French? I mean, we are only an hour outside of New Orleans.
CAT: Oh, I know that, Percy. But when I go to the French Quarter I get good boo's and blues music, not stinky cheese and body odor. Nope, not the same kind of French, mon ami.
PERCY: Your psychiatrist's bill must be outrageous.
CAT: No more than that sex line you call every night.
PERCY: Moving on, we have a great Main Event tonight, as each person earned their spot to participate in a Fatal Four Way Elimination. There's a pretty strong rumor that whatever Lady Munin has planned to reveal with ADDICTION General Manager, V, has something to do with the Main Event. One can only speculate what that could be.
CAT: Hopefully it's to add some ridiculous stipulation that will cause bodily harm to one, if not all, of these individuals.
PERCY: CAT!
CAT: What? I have dreams...
PERCY: Folks, while I try and talk this crazy person off the ledge, why don't we head to the back to see if we might catch up with some PAW Superstars!
The Video freezes, shimmers, and then the camera pans out to reveal that the image is inside a syringe. The syringe is suddenly plunged into an animated arm, and the camera flashes up to wild, bloodshot eyes. Inside of the iris can be seen explosions, and the inside of an arena, and as the camera zooms in the scene becomes real, and the camera is panning the packed out Pure Arena floor. Eventually the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.
PERCY: Welcome everyone to The Pure Arena in Purity, Louisiana, and the very first broadcast of ADDICTION! I am your host, Percival Banion Chord, and this lady to my left is Caitlin Casey! We have a hell of a show scheduled for you this evening, not to mention some fall out from Bad Moon Rising!
CAT: I just wonder if Deus will be making an appearance considering how she left the champion at BMR?
PERCY: Good question, Cat, but yet to be determined. All I know for sure is we have a debut match to kick things off between Zachery Sears, and Tony Chu's next pet project, John Weyland. I can't wait to see these two in action, and I have to wonder how Tony Chu factors into all of this?
CAT: Well, Strick Plissken walked out on the Agent to the Stars at Bad Moon Rising, and John was already backstage as a ready replacement. I agree, it should be interesting, as Tony Chu is a manager known for breeding champions.
PERCY: After that we have Hunter Storms taking on Black Jack Colter, and you have to believe both men want to pick up a win here and get some momentum going for themselves. Colter all but proved that it was Roscar that was holding him back thus far, but Hunter Storm's can't seem to catch a break.
CAT: He might catch one here tonight if Black Jack hits him hard enough, Percy.
PERCY: Not quite the break I was talking about, Cat. Anyways, we have a grudge match that comes out of Bad Moon Rising in Caroline O'Hara Burchill versus Anastasia Hayden. These two ladies lost to the likes of Annabel Lee & Kelsey Spencer, who will be in our Main Event later on tonight. They didn't seem too keen on being partners in the first place, but the loss made things even worse.
CAT: Some bitches just don't play well with others, Percy. It's a fact of life.
PERCY: Be that as it may, it has created a fantastic opportunity for one of these women to one up the other here tonight. It should be exciting!
CAT: If you want to talk about exciting, let's talk about the prospect of Mercy & Sin bashing in the skulls of those two freaky black and white clowns.
PERCY: For the last time, Cat, THEY'RE MIMES! Not to mention, I don't think the PAW Tag Team Champions are going to make that task very easy for Mercy & Sin.
CAT: We'll see. Those two bitches are just crazy enough to rid us of the Frenchmen for good, and I say good riddance.
PERCY: What do you have against the French? I mean, we are only an hour outside of New Orleans.
CAT: Oh, I know that, Percy. But when I go to the French Quarter I get good boo's and blues music, not stinky cheese and body odor. Nope, not the same kind of French, mon ami.
PERCY: Your psychiatrist's bill must be outrageous.
CAT: No more than that sex line you call every night.
PERCY: Moving on, we have a great Main Event tonight, as each person earned their spot to participate in a Fatal Four Way Elimination. There's a pretty strong rumor that whatever Lady Munin has planned to reveal with ADDICTION General Manager, V, has something to do with the Main Event. One can only speculate what that could be.
CAT: Hopefully it's to add some ridiculous stipulation that will cause bodily harm to one, if not all, of these individuals.
PERCY: CAT!
CAT: What? I have dreams...
PERCY: Folks, while I try and talk this crazy person off the ledge, why don't we head to the back to see if we might catch up with some PAW Superstars!
Opening Bout
Singles Match
John Weyland versus Zachery Sears
PERCY: And here we are, fight fans, the first match of the night on the newly minted PAW program of ADDICTION! And this one promises to be historic.
CAT: The debut of a fairly green newcomer against a competitor who hasn’t been seen in a wrestling ring for like 3 months? Yeah, sounds like the signing of the Magna Carta, Percy.
PERCY: Trying to sell the show, Cat.
CAT: Let these two do their selling in the ring, silly boy.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Opening Bout of the evening, and is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission....
The lights in the arena fade away and as "If I had a Tail" by Queens of the Stone Age hits, the lights come back up in crimson red. Josh Homme's voice calls out the lyrics as the anticipation grows in the crowd. "Gitchy gitchy, Oooh la la, Da doo run run, Ya won't get far."
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, coming to the ring by way of West Monroe, Ouachita Parish, Louisiana standing six foot one and one hundred and ninety pounds…
John Weyland steps out from the entrance and stands on the stage as spotlights find him. He's wearing a hooded robe, hiding most of his face. He makes his way down the center of the entrance ramp towards the ring, when he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he pushes his hood back off of his head.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: JOHN…. WEYLANNNNNNNNNNND!!!!
Weyland climbs the ring steps and uses the top rope to sling himself up and over the rope and into the ring. He goes to the center of the ring where he takes off his robe as the lights return to normal.
Weyland goes to his corner as the music fades and warms up as he waits.
PERCY: And that there, folks is John Weyland, recent competitor over Lion’s Road, and doing quite well for himself over there, Cat.
CAT: Another one of Tony Chu’s ill-fated hires no doubt.
PERCY: A little early to tell, Cat. And highly unfair.
CAT: I have no regrets.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And making his way to the ring next hailing from New York City, New York, standing six feet and one hundred and ninety pounds…
The lights go out and a mysterious voice announces “Lock and load… The Shotgun cometh!” The audience is stirring in anticipation as “My Demons” by Starset begins to resonate from the PA system.
Two spotlights shine on the stage and Zachary Sears emerges from beyond the curtains.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: ZACHARY…. SEAAARRRRRRSSSS!!
He chuckles as he listens to the fans boo him with disapproval, then he charges straight for the ring.
He jumps on the apron, leaps over the top rope, and looks around still with that smirk on his face. He throws a couple punches and raises his left fist in the air to the boos of the crowd.
He removes his black ring jacket and carelessly throws it aside, eager for the match to begin. Both he and John Weyland meet in the middle of the ring in a staredown as the ref prepares to call for the bell.
PERCY: These two, on paper, are virtually identical, Cat.
CAT: That’s not all that noteworthy, Percy. Regardless of where they’ve been, who they’ve fought, or how tall they are, the only thing that matters now is how well they fare inside of a PAW squared circle tonight.
PERCY: Truer words might not ever be spoken, Cat.
CAT: At least not from me.
PERCY: I refrained from adding that.
CAT: I noticed.
DING DING!
PERCY: And there’s the bell, and these two waste no time locking up!
Right into the clinch, Weyland delivers some severe knee strikes right into Zach Sears’ stomach, which manage to knock Sears backwards leaving room for Weyland to capitalize on a sudden, wicked high kick to Sears’ head that topples The Shotgun to the canvas!
CAT: Damn, John Weyland is a vicious striker! Who knew?!
PERCY: It’s right there in his bio, Cat.
CAT: I knew that. I was testing you.
Weyland wastes no time aiming to straddle Sears for some mounted punches but quickly finds his chin jutting upwards from a well-placed and stunning Zach Sears upwards thrusting elbow!
PERCY: Sears stuns Weyland there and you gotta wonder what will win out here, strike proficiency and strength or overall ring awareness and experience.
CAT: Which one is which?
PERCY: That information could, also, easily be found on their bios if you were paying attention.
CAT: I’m paying attention, I just prefer not to overanalyze what is turning out to be an interesting matchup.
PERCY: Ever the diplomat, Cat.
Sears has found his way to his feet and locked Weyland into a headlock and pivoted him over in a snap suplex with enough ferocity to rattle the ring boards.
PERCY: Sears goes for a quick cover!
1…
TW—KICKOUT!!
CAT: Not even close!
Weyland and Sears meet each other on their way up to their feet, and Sears angrily bullies Weyland right into the ropes and whips him to the other side of the ring for a rebound. On the way back Weyland unloads a kick that stuns Sears and stands him up with a side elbow. And it’s Weyland’s turn to back Sears into the ropes, but as he goes to whip Sears across the ring to rebound off the ropes, Sears reverses, surprising Weyland before Sears lets go of John’s arm with a rising knee strike that drops Weyland to his knees. Once there, Sears methodically drops an elbow into the center of Weyland’s spine, rolls him over and goes for another cover!
1…
TW-KICKOUT!!
CAT: Sears is really aiming to end this one fast!
PERCY: Or testing his luck against a still, as yet, unproven competitor like John Weyland.
CAT: As far as I’m concerned, like I already said, they’re both unproven at this point!
Sears drags Weyland to his feet only to be greeted by a fierce headbutt that backs Zach Sears up and gives Weyland enough runway to charge and DOWN Sears with a viscious clothes line!
PERCY: John Weyland needs to keep his cool here.
CAT: He is cool, Percy. That’s why Tony Chu selected him.
Weyland circles the downed Sears and drops a knee down onto his opponent to keep him plastered to the canvas, and fluidly rolls into a dropped elbow. And Weyland goes for the cover.
1…
TW-KICKOUT!!
PERCY: Neither man has been able to keep the other down for long.
CAT: Give it time, Percy. This is like the feeling out process.
Weyland drags Sears to a stand, but gets a ruthless eye gouge that misses the notice of A Ref and lets Sears a moment to catch his breath before stalking in to face the strained John Weyland, delivering a set of strikes to Weyland’s chest then stunning him onto his back with a double knee facebreaker!
PERCY: Sears gave Weyland a burst of offense there, let’s see if he can string this together this time before Weyland disrupts him!
CAT: You weren’t wrong, Percy. These two have, so far, been able to prevent one another from following up their offense to any serious degree. But Sears may have him here.
Sears rises and eyes Weyland before moving to drag John to his feet and level him with a hard side elbow which serves to only stagger Weyland. Sears patiently unloads a spinning backfist that drops Weyland into the corner, and Sears quickly charges in to wedge his knee right into Weyland’s face!
PERCY: Facewash of a kind! Sears is known for his methodical brutality, and right now he’s in firm control here.
Just as Percy says so, as Sears backs up to get some distance Weyland trips up Zach’s legs and watches his opponent stagger backwards. Clearly damaged, Weyland rises to his feet and charges, driving Sears’ face into the canvas and the crowd ignites around the sudden fiery bit of offence on the part of Weyland who appears fired up.
He rolls Sears over and delivers a set of punches to the face of his downed opponent before dragging him to his feet and delivering a thrusting knee that doubles Zach Sears over. And off the ropes Weyland goes on the rebound and strikes Sears with a stiff kick that straightens the Shotgun up. Weyland latches onto Sears’ head for a DDT clutch and begins to pivot his body only to find Sears authoritatively shove Weyland off of him, lunges forward and plows Weyland over with a discus elbow smash!
PERCY: Sears manages to down Weyland with that wicked Elbow smash, but Zachary Sears looks no better off himself.
CAT: Neither would you if you had to meet those strikes John Weyland is dishing out.
PERCY: Two top-notch competitors each showcasing their strengths here tonight on PAW’s first ever ADDICTION taping!
CAT: Will you stop saying that?!
Sears, clutching his face in pain, guides his steps over to Weyland and leaps and drops his knees on Weyland. Sears stands, and angrily drops his knees once more onto Weyland!
PERCY: A bit of anger shining through Sears’ movements now.
CAT: That could get him into trouble!
PERCY: Or it could be just the gas he needs to end John Weyland’s offence!
Sears brings Weyland to his feet and SLAMS him back down with a sitout facebuster, Sears, goes for the quick cover!
1…
2…
THR-KICKOUT!
Sears tries to bring Weyland up to his feet only to be greeted by a fierce knock to the jow from Weyland’s elbow. As Weyland stands, he delivers another strike, and another on his way to his feet and slams Sears down with a sudden gutwrench suplex that rattles the ring!
PERCY: And the momentum shifts once more!
CAT: And Weyland goes for the cover!
1…
2…
THR-KICKOUT!
PERCY: Either man poses a difficult puzzle to solve, it seems.
CAT: So, I’ve read their bios, and I can tell that resilience is definitely the one feature of each of their skillsets that wasn’t mentioned, Percy.
PERCY: Because it’s on display in this match, Cat. Just like you asked earlier, remember?
Weyland appears mildly flustered as Sears climbs the ropes to stand on his own, and the two once again eye one another down. Sears makes a dash towards John, leaping forward for what appears to be a running European Uppercut, to which Weyland deftly sidesteps. Once Sears has gone past, he reaches out to grab the man by the back of the head, scoops him up, and then drops down hard into an inverted brain buster.
PERCY: LIGHT'S OUT! Weyland for the cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
Sears lays there for a moment stunned, while Weyland pops up in victory. A-Ref takes him by the wrist and throws his hand into the air as the ring announcer makes it official.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pin fall, JOHN WEYLAND!!
PERCY: Well there you have it folks, John Weyland victorious in his PAW debut, but a great showing from Zachery Sears as well.
CAT: Great showing? He ended up on his back like the prom queen for Christ's sake! Weyland though, he showed why Tony Chu's camp is cutthroat!
PERCY: It would appear so. But the action doesn't end here, quite the contrary, it's just started. I've got word in the back that everyone's favorite fuckboi has a few comments, so we'll be back with more action in just a moment.
CAT: The debut of a fairly green newcomer against a competitor who hasn’t been seen in a wrestling ring for like 3 months? Yeah, sounds like the signing of the Magna Carta, Percy.
PERCY: Trying to sell the show, Cat.
CAT: Let these two do their selling in the ring, silly boy.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Opening Bout of the evening, and is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission....
The lights in the arena fade away and as "If I had a Tail" by Queens of the Stone Age hits, the lights come back up in crimson red. Josh Homme's voice calls out the lyrics as the anticipation grows in the crowd. "Gitchy gitchy, Oooh la la, Da doo run run, Ya won't get far."
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, coming to the ring by way of West Monroe, Ouachita Parish, Louisiana standing six foot one and one hundred and ninety pounds…
John Weyland steps out from the entrance and stands on the stage as spotlights find him. He's wearing a hooded robe, hiding most of his face. He makes his way down the center of the entrance ramp towards the ring, when he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he pushes his hood back off of his head.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: JOHN…. WEYLANNNNNNNNNNND!!!!
"I'm machine, obsolete. The land of the free--Lobotomy."
Weyland climbs the ring steps and uses the top rope to sling himself up and over the rope and into the ring. He goes to the center of the ring where he takes off his robe as the lights return to normal.
"If I had a tail, I'd own, the night."
Weyland goes to his corner as the music fades and warms up as he waits.
PERCY: And that there, folks is John Weyland, recent competitor over Lion’s Road, and doing quite well for himself over there, Cat.
CAT: Another one of Tony Chu’s ill-fated hires no doubt.
PERCY: A little early to tell, Cat. And highly unfair.
CAT: I have no regrets.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And making his way to the ring next hailing from New York City, New York, standing six feet and one hundred and ninety pounds…
The lights go out and a mysterious voice announces “Lock and load… The Shotgun cometh!” The audience is stirring in anticipation as “My Demons” by Starset begins to resonate from the PA system.
“Mayday! Mayday!
The ship is slowly sinking…”
Two spotlights shine on the stage and Zachary Sears emerges from beyond the curtains.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: ZACHARY…. SEAAARRRRRRSSSS!!
“They think I’m crazy, but they don’t know the feeling.”
He chuckles as he listens to the fans boo him with disapproval, then he charges straight for the ring.
“They’re all around me,
Circling like vultures…
They wanna break me and wash away my colors.
(Wash away my colors!)”
He jumps on the apron, leaps over the top rope, and looks around still with that smirk on his face. He throws a couple punches and raises his left fist in the air to the boos of the crowd.
“Take me high and I’ll sing!
Oh, you make everything okay (okay, okay…)
We are one in the same!
Oh, you take all of the pain away (away, away…)
Save me if I become…
My demons!”
He removes his black ring jacket and carelessly throws it aside, eager for the match to begin. Both he and John Weyland meet in the middle of the ring in a staredown as the ref prepares to call for the bell.
PERCY: These two, on paper, are virtually identical, Cat.
CAT: That’s not all that noteworthy, Percy. Regardless of where they’ve been, who they’ve fought, or how tall they are, the only thing that matters now is how well they fare inside of a PAW squared circle tonight.
PERCY: Truer words might not ever be spoken, Cat.
CAT: At least not from me.
PERCY: I refrained from adding that.
CAT: I noticed.
DING DING!
PERCY: And there’s the bell, and these two waste no time locking up!
Right into the clinch, Weyland delivers some severe knee strikes right into Zach Sears’ stomach, which manage to knock Sears backwards leaving room for Weyland to capitalize on a sudden, wicked high kick to Sears’ head that topples The Shotgun to the canvas!
CAT: Damn, John Weyland is a vicious striker! Who knew?!
PERCY: It’s right there in his bio, Cat.
CAT: I knew that. I was testing you.
Weyland wastes no time aiming to straddle Sears for some mounted punches but quickly finds his chin jutting upwards from a well-placed and stunning Zach Sears upwards thrusting elbow!
PERCY: Sears stuns Weyland there and you gotta wonder what will win out here, strike proficiency and strength or overall ring awareness and experience.
CAT: Which one is which?
PERCY: That information could, also, easily be found on their bios if you were paying attention.
CAT: I’m paying attention, I just prefer not to overanalyze what is turning out to be an interesting matchup.
PERCY: Ever the diplomat, Cat.
Sears has found his way to his feet and locked Weyland into a headlock and pivoted him over in a snap suplex with enough ferocity to rattle the ring boards.
PERCY: Sears goes for a quick cover!
1…
TW—KICKOUT!!
CAT: Not even close!
Weyland and Sears meet each other on their way up to their feet, and Sears angrily bullies Weyland right into the ropes and whips him to the other side of the ring for a rebound. On the way back Weyland unloads a kick that stuns Sears and stands him up with a side elbow. And it’s Weyland’s turn to back Sears into the ropes, but as he goes to whip Sears across the ring to rebound off the ropes, Sears reverses, surprising Weyland before Sears lets go of John’s arm with a rising knee strike that drops Weyland to his knees. Once there, Sears methodically drops an elbow into the center of Weyland’s spine, rolls him over and goes for another cover!
1…
TW-KICKOUT!!
CAT: Sears is really aiming to end this one fast!
PERCY: Or testing his luck against a still, as yet, unproven competitor like John Weyland.
CAT: As far as I’m concerned, like I already said, they’re both unproven at this point!
Sears drags Weyland to his feet only to be greeted by a fierce headbutt that backs Zach Sears up and gives Weyland enough runway to charge and DOWN Sears with a viscious clothes line!
PERCY: John Weyland needs to keep his cool here.
CAT: He is cool, Percy. That’s why Tony Chu selected him.
Weyland circles the downed Sears and drops a knee down onto his opponent to keep him plastered to the canvas, and fluidly rolls into a dropped elbow. And Weyland goes for the cover.
1…
TW-KICKOUT!!
PERCY: Neither man has been able to keep the other down for long.
CAT: Give it time, Percy. This is like the feeling out process.
Weyland drags Sears to a stand, but gets a ruthless eye gouge that misses the notice of A Ref and lets Sears a moment to catch his breath before stalking in to face the strained John Weyland, delivering a set of strikes to Weyland’s chest then stunning him onto his back with a double knee facebreaker!
PERCY: Sears gave Weyland a burst of offense there, let’s see if he can string this together this time before Weyland disrupts him!
CAT: You weren’t wrong, Percy. These two have, so far, been able to prevent one another from following up their offense to any serious degree. But Sears may have him here.
Sears rises and eyes Weyland before moving to drag John to his feet and level him with a hard side elbow which serves to only stagger Weyland. Sears patiently unloads a spinning backfist that drops Weyland into the corner, and Sears quickly charges in to wedge his knee right into Weyland’s face!
PERCY: Facewash of a kind! Sears is known for his methodical brutality, and right now he’s in firm control here.
Just as Percy says so, as Sears backs up to get some distance Weyland trips up Zach’s legs and watches his opponent stagger backwards. Clearly damaged, Weyland rises to his feet and charges, driving Sears’ face into the canvas and the crowd ignites around the sudden fiery bit of offence on the part of Weyland who appears fired up.
He rolls Sears over and delivers a set of punches to the face of his downed opponent before dragging him to his feet and delivering a thrusting knee that doubles Zach Sears over. And off the ropes Weyland goes on the rebound and strikes Sears with a stiff kick that straightens the Shotgun up. Weyland latches onto Sears’ head for a DDT clutch and begins to pivot his body only to find Sears authoritatively shove Weyland off of him, lunges forward and plows Weyland over with a discus elbow smash!
PERCY: Sears manages to down Weyland with that wicked Elbow smash, but Zachary Sears looks no better off himself.
CAT: Neither would you if you had to meet those strikes John Weyland is dishing out.
PERCY: Two top-notch competitors each showcasing their strengths here tonight on PAW’s first ever ADDICTION taping!
CAT: Will you stop saying that?!
Sears, clutching his face in pain, guides his steps over to Weyland and leaps and drops his knees on Weyland. Sears stands, and angrily drops his knees once more onto Weyland!
PERCY: A bit of anger shining through Sears’ movements now.
CAT: That could get him into trouble!
PERCY: Or it could be just the gas he needs to end John Weyland’s offence!
Sears brings Weyland to his feet and SLAMS him back down with a sitout facebuster, Sears, goes for the quick cover!
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THR-KICKOUT!
Sears tries to bring Weyland up to his feet only to be greeted by a fierce knock to the jow from Weyland’s elbow. As Weyland stands, he delivers another strike, and another on his way to his feet and slams Sears down with a sudden gutwrench suplex that rattles the ring!
PERCY: And the momentum shifts once more!
CAT: And Weyland goes for the cover!
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2…
THR-KICKOUT!
PERCY: Either man poses a difficult puzzle to solve, it seems.
CAT: So, I’ve read their bios, and I can tell that resilience is definitely the one feature of each of their skillsets that wasn’t mentioned, Percy.
PERCY: Because it’s on display in this match, Cat. Just like you asked earlier, remember?
Weyland appears mildly flustered as Sears climbs the ropes to stand on his own, and the two once again eye one another down. Sears makes a dash towards John, leaping forward for what appears to be a running European Uppercut, to which Weyland deftly sidesteps. Once Sears has gone past, he reaches out to grab the man by the back of the head, scoops him up, and then drops down hard into an inverted brain buster.
PERCY: LIGHT'S OUT! Weyland for the cover!
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2...
3!!!
Sears lays there for a moment stunned, while Weyland pops up in victory. A-Ref takes him by the wrist and throws his hand into the air as the ring announcer makes it official.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match by pin fall, JOHN WEYLAND!!
PERCY: Well there you have it folks, John Weyland victorious in his PAW debut, but a great showing from Zachery Sears as well.
CAT: Great showing? He ended up on his back like the prom queen for Christ's sake! Weyland though, he showed why Tony Chu's camp is cutthroat!
PERCY: It would appear so. But the action doesn't end here, quite the contrary, it's just started. I've got word in the back that everyone's favorite fuckboi has a few comments, so we'll be back with more action in just a moment.
The screens of the Pure Arena switch over to a bright, almost lurid, shade of orange, blasting a quick burst of "Long Johns" along with it. The screens fade out to a shot of Johnny Raike, dressed in a tight blue polo and too short white khaki shorts. Raike is smiling and clapping his hands over his mouth, removing one hand to wave at the camera like he's jut spotted a childhood best friend in the airport.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hi! Deus! Hi honey! Remember me!? Apparently not, because there you are claiming for all the world to have build Pure Amusement, to have carried it on your back, that you are responsible for it's success and growth. I seem to remember it a little different. See, I remember you Deus. I remember the games, and the subverted expectations. I remember you running around doing a lot of...stuff. What I'm not remembering is the bookings. I don't recall you standing across from me during any of my main events; and having had the most in Pure Amusement, I'd likely have been who you fought. You can claim to have built this place, but I'm the only star who not only kept his attraction open; I expanded. Tell me all about how you bore the weight on your back, but I can look at who was at the top of the card, who was being promoted by the company, and I can easily see th truth. I build Pure Amusement. Press built Pure Amusement. I will give an honorable mention to Cross; the Box Office was always worth a watch. I see guys like Nomad building brick by brick, but you know the common theme? We're the ones who've stayed. We've got legacies that are more than just a string of moments. And now you're back, from outer space, and you're doing your sneak attacks, leaving little notes, hoping to get that mystique back. Maybe on the new ones pumpkin', but not on me. Thematic similarities or no, you haven't built a fraction of what I have. Intrigue is great, but it can't go for twenty minutes in the main event. Not sure you can either, actually; how you gonna attack when no ones looking if you have to actually stare a person down across the ring?
A questioning raise of the eyebrows, left to hang just a moment to long, as though actually awaiting a response.
JOHNNY RAIKE: I bet I know who you're thinking of staring down, too. I bet you anything you think you deserve a shot at Press, at right away trying to be the champion. Bull. Fucking. Shit. If you think for one second that I would sit idly by and let you jump the line when I have spent the past...almost nine months at this point doing the work and pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into this place, then you are optimistic on a level I just didn't think existed on this planet. You think it means something that you left Press lying? That you stapled some paper to Munin? Maybe if Press hadn't just defended the belt successfully, perhaps if you'd torn pages from War and Peace until the Lady was naught but a papier mache creation, I might consider that impressive. But it still wouldn't be worthy. I don't believe in monsters, Deus, especially ones ripping off the Book of Genesis. Not that great a read the first time, little hard to swallow. You want to carry something, be my guest. But mythology is just wishful thinking. So let me see you carry it. And not from the shadows.
With a final little smirk from Johnny the video ends, leaving the Pure Amusement crowd to murmur. Fade back to ringside.
JOHNNY RAIKE: Hi! Deus! Hi honey! Remember me!? Apparently not, because there you are claiming for all the world to have build Pure Amusement, to have carried it on your back, that you are responsible for it's success and growth. I seem to remember it a little different. See, I remember you Deus. I remember the games, and the subverted expectations. I remember you running around doing a lot of...stuff. What I'm not remembering is the bookings. I don't recall you standing across from me during any of my main events; and having had the most in Pure Amusement, I'd likely have been who you fought. You can claim to have built this place, but I'm the only star who not only kept his attraction open; I expanded. Tell me all about how you bore the weight on your back, but I can look at who was at the top of the card, who was being promoted by the company, and I can easily see th truth. I build Pure Amusement. Press built Pure Amusement. I will give an honorable mention to Cross; the Box Office was always worth a watch. I see guys like Nomad building brick by brick, but you know the common theme? We're the ones who've stayed. We've got legacies that are more than just a string of moments. And now you're back, from outer space, and you're doing your sneak attacks, leaving little notes, hoping to get that mystique back. Maybe on the new ones pumpkin', but not on me. Thematic similarities or no, you haven't built a fraction of what I have. Intrigue is great, but it can't go for twenty minutes in the main event. Not sure you can either, actually; how you gonna attack when no ones looking if you have to actually stare a person down across the ring?
A questioning raise of the eyebrows, left to hang just a moment to long, as though actually awaiting a response.
JOHNNY RAIKE: I bet I know who you're thinking of staring down, too. I bet you anything you think you deserve a shot at Press, at right away trying to be the champion. Bull. Fucking. Shit. If you think for one second that I would sit idly by and let you jump the line when I have spent the past...almost nine months at this point doing the work and pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into this place, then you are optimistic on a level I just didn't think existed on this planet. You think it means something that you left Press lying? That you stapled some paper to Munin? Maybe if Press hadn't just defended the belt successfully, perhaps if you'd torn pages from War and Peace until the Lady was naught but a papier mache creation, I might consider that impressive. But it still wouldn't be worthy. I don't believe in monsters, Deus, especially ones ripping off the Book of Genesis. Not that great a read the first time, little hard to swallow. You want to carry something, be my guest. But mythology is just wishful thinking. So let me see you carry it. And not from the shadows.
With a final little smirk from Johnny the video ends, leaving the Pure Amusement crowd to murmur. Fade back to ringside.
Singles Match
Hunter Storms versus Black Jack Colter
PERCY: Wow, it sounds like Johnny Raike just called out Deus!
CAT: Yeah, well he better worry less about the big spooky, and more about his Titans of the Midway Championship match on tomorrow night's WICKED, live on The Circle Television Network.
PERCY: Wow, that was pretty good, Cat.
CAT: I've been practicing. Got to sound good for television.
PERCY: Well these next two men are about to meet head on in a surefire collision course.
CAT: Surely. Both of whom have thus far been on opposite courses here in PAW so this is bound to be a, how the French say? Le Slobber Knocker.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match, and is set for one fall or submission...
As the opening riff of "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin plays,the lights dim down,as a figure walks out onto the center of the stage.
As the tempo of the song picks up after the third line, the lights fully come back on as the figure stands on the ramp, with his head raised high, staring down at the ring. After looking at both sides of the crowd, the figure makes their way to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: From Washington D.C., weighing in at two hundred and forty one pounds…. HUNTEEERRRR STORMS!
Seeming unaffected by the mixed reaction, Storms continues his way down the ring. Stopping at the steel steps, he cracks his knuckles a few times, before walking up the steel steps and entering the ring. He takes one last look at the crowd before retreating into his corner and waiting for the match to start.
PERCY: Hunter Storms, of course, came off a tough loss in tag-team action at Bad Moon Rising against the dubious team of Rachel Ellsworth and Leon Cashmere.
CAT: He’s a late bloomer is all. It takes everyone time to find their footing.
PERCY: Well, he’s not getting out of the deep end any time soon as tonight he faces a merciless veteran.
The distinctive voice of Jack Colter says "Hit me!" A Jack of clubs playing card runs across the video on the JumboTron, as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" begins to play.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing next by way of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds…. JACCCCK… COLLLTTTERRRRR!
Jack Colter emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. Jack smirks and walks down the ramp at a measured and methodical pace, unfazed by the crowd's reaction. Upon arriving at the steel steps, Colter slowly walks up them, wiping his boots at the top before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Once inside, he paces the ring a bit before removing his black T-shirt and tossing it outside the ring.
PERCY: And, of course at Bad Moon Rising Jack Colter managed a grudge victory over Roscar.
CAT: Another competitor who’s yet to truly find his footing in PAW, though.
PERCY: That’s true, Cat. These two men both have a good reason to walk out of here with a win, so let’s see what happens!
DING! DING!
Hunter Storms charges Black Jack with a sudden brutal step-up enziguri!
PERCY: Right out of the gate!
CAT: No need to stand on ceremony, hunter!
Hunter Storms is on Black Jack quick as a cat with some mounted punches that shake and rattle the veteran. Hunter drags Black Jack to his feet, shoots a few elbows into Colter’s stomach to keep him off balance then irish whips Black Jack for the corner.
PERCY: Look at the impact on that Irish Whip, and Colter is staggering out of the corner.
Hunter Storms wastes no time rushing in aiming a vicious looking clothesline to the back of Colter’s head, but Black Jack deftly ducks the attempt, letting Hunter miss and wheel around to follow-up only to be greeted by a stiff kick to his mid section by Colter then a sudden burst of power into a spinning spinebuster!
CAT: With authority!
PERCY: Black Jack Colter is always ready to prove how easy it is for him to pivot the flow of a match around his whims!
Colter drags Hunter up to his feet, not stopping to lay some stiff forearms into Hunter’s face as he makes it to his feet and then Colter lays into him with a loud knife-edge chop that knocks Hunter off balance! Colter hooks Hunter into a suplex clutch, hooks the back leg, lifts Hunter vertical then DROPS him into a fisherman’s driver pinning combo!
PERCY: Nicely done!
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TW-KICKOUT!
CAT: Say what you will, Black Jack Colter brings deceptive power to the ring with him, and right now he’s containing Hunter Storms from breaking out his own devastating offence.
PERCY: A sound strategy.
CAT: If it’s his strategy. Oftentimes, in any match, strategy flies out the window in favor of what’s working in the heat of the moment.
Colter draws Hunter to his feet, but Hunter thwarts Colter’s momentum with a stiff german uppercut that staggers Colter. Hunter recovers to his feet and wastes no time hooking Colter’s body, pivoting on the mat and launching Colter into the nearby corner turnbuckles with an exploder suplex!
PERCY: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP THESE TWO ARE HITTING EACH OTHER HARD!
CAT: No mercy, Percy.
Colter has landed awkwardly upside down in the corner, and is now being demolished with some fierce Hunter Storms kicks into the upside down veteran. Stomp after stomp falls into Colter’s chest, before hunter drags the veteran out of the corner along his back into the center ring and locks on a sudden dragon sleeper!
CAT: Middle of the ring!
PERCY: Colter’s in a bad way!
Colter struggles, and it’s obvious early on for hunter that he’s not going to keep Colter immobilized for long and quickly switches up tactics by dropping an elbow down into Colter’s shoulder repeatedly before forcing Colter to a stand, turning him around and swiftly body slamming Colter right back down to the canvas!
PERCY: Hunter Storms is building momentum here!
CAT: The offence in this match has been non-stop and lethal!
Hunter takes a bounce off the ropes and drops a leg drop onto Colter and swings in for a quick cover!
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2…
THR-KICKOUT!
CAT: Close call!
Hunter doesn’t stop to contemplate the missed pin, he raises Colter up to his feet and irish whips the veteran to another corner! As he charges in after Colter, Colter manages to catch himself before making impact and leapfrog backward over Hunter and place several boots to the Hunter’s back, trapping him into the corner!
PERCY: A mile a minute now, Colter has Hunter Storms trapped!
With fierce elbow strikes, Colter backs Hunter into the corner again and again and again before aiming to whip him from this corner to the opposite corner only for Hunter to reverse the momentum, and aim Colter against the ropes instead! On the rebound Hunter hits Colter with a surprise Argentine Backbreaker rack!
CAT: DAMN!
PERCY: and the cover!
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2..
THR-KICKOUT!!!
PERCY: That one stunned Hunter Storms!
CAT: I don’t blame him! That was some impact!
Hunter smacks the mat in a huff, rises to his feet and stomps into Black Jack Colter with obvious impatience. He goes to bring Colter back to his feet only to get a swift shot to the midsection then a sudden rollup pin by Colter!
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2..
THR-KICKOUT!
PERCY: The twists and turns keep coming!
CAT: Hunter can’t lose his cool or he’ll wind up losing this match!
PERCY: He almost just did, Cat!
CAT: But he’s still in this thing.
Hunter claws his way to his feet as Black Jack balances himself with the ropes and lunges for the rapidly rising Hunter storms with quick knife-edge chop that backs Storms up. And another, and another, each one louder and more impactful before Colter surprises with a flattening chokehold STO!
PERCY: Colter with the pin!
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KICKOUT!
CAT: Jack Colter’s got to be wondering at a strategy now, if he wasn’t earlier. So far Hunter Storm’s level of resilience is right on par with the veteran.
PERCY: I’m not sure if these two were expecting the contest they’ve found themselves in tonight, Cat.
Colter slowly drags Hunter Storms to his feet and lays into him with some more severe knife-edge chops, backing Hunter into the ropes before swinging him for the opposing ropes, on the rebound Hunter surprises Black Jack with a swift kick to the gut and a sunset flip into a pin!
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2…
THR-KICKOUT!!
PERCY: Another near fall!
CAT: One of these two is going to slip up. It’s bound to happen eventually after all the damage these two have been dealing out.
PERCY: Hard to say, Cat. This could go on indefinitely!
Hunter Storms impatiently drags Colter to his feet and staggers the veteran with a wicked looking throat thrust!
PERCY: Definitely a painful strike on the part of Hunter Storms, Ladies and Gentlemen!
Hunter steadies his pace, hitting Colter with a knifeedge chop of his own before surprising Colter with a fireman’s carry. Before Colter can land flat on his back Hunter is on him locking on a bow and arrow hold that has Black Jack in serious pain!
CAT: Definitely painful!
PERCY: But Colter’s too close to the ropes!
CAT: Hunter Storms is trying to maneuver Colter away while maintaining the bow and arrow!
PERCY: He can’t maintain it thought!
Colter lands his ankle on the ropes and forces the rope break, leaving Hunter Storm to angrily stand and lay a sudden kick to Black Jack’s spine that leaves the veteran stiffened and in pain!
PERCY: A Ref warning hunter.
CAT: Black Jack can take it.
PERCY: He can, but he shouldn’t.
As Colter shifts to get to his feet, and A Ref moves out of Hunter’s way, Hunter charges for Black Jack only to find the veteran ducking out of the way!
PERCY: And Hunter spills to the outside!
CAT: Rough landing!
PERCY: Definitely not what Hunter Storms had in mind there, I’m afraid.
Black Jack smirks at the sudden leveled playing field, and in a split-second decision opts to step through the ropes onto the ring apron and launch a flying elbow down onto the grounded Hunter Storms only to find Hunter rolling out of the way!
CAT: NOBODY HOME!
PERCY: And now they’re both down! And A Ref moves in for the count…
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2…
3…
Both men are beginning to stir on the outside…
4...
5...
Colter manages to crawl over and pull himself up onto the ring apron and slide under the bottom rope, about the time that Hunter Storms gets to his feet next to the barricade. A-Ref stops his count, and Colter gets to his feet in the ring, as Storms hops up onto the ring apron. Colter makes his way over to Storms who drops low between the top and middle rope to shoulder block the man in the stomach. Colter, bent over after the blow, can do nothing as Storms grabs the top rope, and performs a sunset flip back into the ring, grabbing Colter around the waist to drag him down for the pin.
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2...
Colter brings both of his calves together on the sides of Hunter's head to break the pin attempt, and then quickly moves to get back to his feet. Storms rises to come up with him, but Colter quickly leaps up into the air, throwing his foot out to catch the man across the back of the head with a Famasser before he could fully find his balance.
PERCY: THE GUILLOTINE OUT OF NOWHERE! Here's the cover...
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3!!!
Colter slides off of Storms, and gets to his feet before falling back into a corner while holding his neck.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: and the winner of this contest by pinfall, BLACK JACK COLTER!
CAT: That guy right there is rough and tumble, and I'm really starting to like him.
PERCY: No doubt about it, Black Jack Colter got the better of Hunter Storms, who is still struggling to find his path here in PAW. Hopefully he won't let this loss cost him any setbacks, as he did a phenomenal job as well.
CAT: A good job only counts when you win, Percy, and Black Jack Colter is your winner. Now, we got two bitches that have a major hate on for one another, so let's get to it, shall we?
CAT: Yeah, well he better worry less about the big spooky, and more about his Titans of the Midway Championship match on tomorrow night's WICKED, live on The Circle Television Network.
PERCY: Wow, that was pretty good, Cat.
CAT: I've been practicing. Got to sound good for television.
PERCY: Well these next two men are about to meet head on in a surefire collision course.
CAT: Surely. Both of whom have thus far been on opposite courses here in PAW so this is bound to be a, how the French say? Le Slobber Knocker.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match, and is set for one fall or submission...
As the opening riff of "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin plays,the lights dim down,as a figure walks out onto the center of the stage.
You my friend
You're a lot like them
But I caught your lie!
As the tempo of the song picks up after the third line, the lights fully come back on as the figure stands on the ramp, with his head raised high, staring down at the ring. After looking at both sides of the crowd, the figure makes their way to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: From Washington D.C., weighing in at two hundred and forty one pounds…. HUNTEEERRRR STORMS!
Seeming unaffected by the mixed reaction, Storms continues his way down the ring. Stopping at the steel steps, he cracks his knuckles a few times, before walking up the steel steps and entering the ring. He takes one last look at the crowd before retreating into his corner and waiting for the match to start.
PERCY: Hunter Storms, of course, came off a tough loss in tag-team action at Bad Moon Rising against the dubious team of Rachel Ellsworth and Leon Cashmere.
CAT: He’s a late bloomer is all. It takes everyone time to find their footing.
PERCY: Well, he’s not getting out of the deep end any time soon as tonight he faces a merciless veteran.
The distinctive voice of Jack Colter says "Hit me!" A Jack of clubs playing card runs across the video on the JumboTron, as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" begins to play.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing next by way of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds…. JACCCCK… COLLLTTTERRRRR!
Jack Colter emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. Jack smirks and walks down the ramp at a measured and methodical pace, unfazed by the crowd's reaction. Upon arriving at the steel steps, Colter slowly walks up them, wiping his boots at the top before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Once inside, he paces the ring a bit before removing his black T-shirt and tossing it outside the ring.
PERCY: And, of course at Bad Moon Rising Jack Colter managed a grudge victory over Roscar.
CAT: Another competitor who’s yet to truly find his footing in PAW, though.
PERCY: That’s true, Cat. These two men both have a good reason to walk out of here with a win, so let’s see what happens!
DING! DING!
Hunter Storms charges Black Jack with a sudden brutal step-up enziguri!
PERCY: Right out of the gate!
CAT: No need to stand on ceremony, hunter!
Hunter Storms is on Black Jack quick as a cat with some mounted punches that shake and rattle the veteran. Hunter drags Black Jack to his feet, shoots a few elbows into Colter’s stomach to keep him off balance then irish whips Black Jack for the corner.
PERCY: Look at the impact on that Irish Whip, and Colter is staggering out of the corner.
Hunter Storms wastes no time rushing in aiming a vicious looking clothesline to the back of Colter’s head, but Black Jack deftly ducks the attempt, letting Hunter miss and wheel around to follow-up only to be greeted by a stiff kick to his mid section by Colter then a sudden burst of power into a spinning spinebuster!
CAT: With authority!
PERCY: Black Jack Colter is always ready to prove how easy it is for him to pivot the flow of a match around his whims!
Colter drags Hunter up to his feet, not stopping to lay some stiff forearms into Hunter’s face as he makes it to his feet and then Colter lays into him with a loud knife-edge chop that knocks Hunter off balance! Colter hooks Hunter into a suplex clutch, hooks the back leg, lifts Hunter vertical then DROPS him into a fisherman’s driver pinning combo!
PERCY: Nicely done!
1…
TW-KICKOUT!
CAT: Say what you will, Black Jack Colter brings deceptive power to the ring with him, and right now he’s containing Hunter Storms from breaking out his own devastating offence.
PERCY: A sound strategy.
CAT: If it’s his strategy. Oftentimes, in any match, strategy flies out the window in favor of what’s working in the heat of the moment.
Colter draws Hunter to his feet, but Hunter thwarts Colter’s momentum with a stiff german uppercut that staggers Colter. Hunter recovers to his feet and wastes no time hooking Colter’s body, pivoting on the mat and launching Colter into the nearby corner turnbuckles with an exploder suplex!
PERCY: SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP THESE TWO ARE HITTING EACH OTHER HARD!
CAT: No mercy, Percy.
Colter has landed awkwardly upside down in the corner, and is now being demolished with some fierce Hunter Storms kicks into the upside down veteran. Stomp after stomp falls into Colter’s chest, before hunter drags the veteran out of the corner along his back into the center ring and locks on a sudden dragon sleeper!
CAT: Middle of the ring!
PERCY: Colter’s in a bad way!
Colter struggles, and it’s obvious early on for hunter that he’s not going to keep Colter immobilized for long and quickly switches up tactics by dropping an elbow down into Colter’s shoulder repeatedly before forcing Colter to a stand, turning him around and swiftly body slamming Colter right back down to the canvas!
PERCY: Hunter Storms is building momentum here!
CAT: The offence in this match has been non-stop and lethal!
Hunter takes a bounce off the ropes and drops a leg drop onto Colter and swings in for a quick cover!
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THR-KICKOUT!
CAT: Close call!
Hunter doesn’t stop to contemplate the missed pin, he raises Colter up to his feet and irish whips the veteran to another corner! As he charges in after Colter, Colter manages to catch himself before making impact and leapfrog backward over Hunter and place several boots to the Hunter’s back, trapping him into the corner!
PERCY: A mile a minute now, Colter has Hunter Storms trapped!
With fierce elbow strikes, Colter backs Hunter into the corner again and again and again before aiming to whip him from this corner to the opposite corner only for Hunter to reverse the momentum, and aim Colter against the ropes instead! On the rebound Hunter hits Colter with a surprise Argentine Backbreaker rack!
CAT: DAMN!
PERCY: and the cover!
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THR-KICKOUT!!!
PERCY: That one stunned Hunter Storms!
CAT: I don’t blame him! That was some impact!
Hunter smacks the mat in a huff, rises to his feet and stomps into Black Jack Colter with obvious impatience. He goes to bring Colter back to his feet only to get a swift shot to the midsection then a sudden rollup pin by Colter!
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THR-KICKOUT!
PERCY: The twists and turns keep coming!
CAT: Hunter can’t lose his cool or he’ll wind up losing this match!
PERCY: He almost just did, Cat!
CAT: But he’s still in this thing.
Hunter claws his way to his feet as Black Jack balances himself with the ropes and lunges for the rapidly rising Hunter storms with quick knife-edge chop that backs Storms up. And another, and another, each one louder and more impactful before Colter surprises with a flattening chokehold STO!
PERCY: Colter with the pin!
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KICKOUT!
CAT: Jack Colter’s got to be wondering at a strategy now, if he wasn’t earlier. So far Hunter Storm’s level of resilience is right on par with the veteran.
PERCY: I’m not sure if these two were expecting the contest they’ve found themselves in tonight, Cat.
Colter slowly drags Hunter Storms to his feet and lays into him with some more severe knife-edge chops, backing Hunter into the ropes before swinging him for the opposing ropes, on the rebound Hunter surprises Black Jack with a swift kick to the gut and a sunset flip into a pin!
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THR-KICKOUT!!
PERCY: Another near fall!
CAT: One of these two is going to slip up. It’s bound to happen eventually after all the damage these two have been dealing out.
PERCY: Hard to say, Cat. This could go on indefinitely!
Hunter Storms impatiently drags Colter to his feet and staggers the veteran with a wicked looking throat thrust!
PERCY: Definitely a painful strike on the part of Hunter Storms, Ladies and Gentlemen!
Hunter steadies his pace, hitting Colter with a knifeedge chop of his own before surprising Colter with a fireman’s carry. Before Colter can land flat on his back Hunter is on him locking on a bow and arrow hold that has Black Jack in serious pain!
CAT: Definitely painful!
PERCY: But Colter’s too close to the ropes!
CAT: Hunter Storms is trying to maneuver Colter away while maintaining the bow and arrow!
PERCY: He can’t maintain it thought!
Colter lands his ankle on the ropes and forces the rope break, leaving Hunter Storm to angrily stand and lay a sudden kick to Black Jack’s spine that leaves the veteran stiffened and in pain!
PERCY: A Ref warning hunter.
CAT: Black Jack can take it.
PERCY: He can, but he shouldn’t.
As Colter shifts to get to his feet, and A Ref moves out of Hunter’s way, Hunter charges for Black Jack only to find the veteran ducking out of the way!
PERCY: And Hunter spills to the outside!
CAT: Rough landing!
PERCY: Definitely not what Hunter Storms had in mind there, I’m afraid.
Black Jack smirks at the sudden leveled playing field, and in a split-second decision opts to step through the ropes onto the ring apron and launch a flying elbow down onto the grounded Hunter Storms only to find Hunter rolling out of the way!
CAT: NOBODY HOME!
PERCY: And now they’re both down! And A Ref moves in for the count…
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Both men are beginning to stir on the outside…
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Colter manages to crawl over and pull himself up onto the ring apron and slide under the bottom rope, about the time that Hunter Storms gets to his feet next to the barricade. A-Ref stops his count, and Colter gets to his feet in the ring, as Storms hops up onto the ring apron. Colter makes his way over to Storms who drops low between the top and middle rope to shoulder block the man in the stomach. Colter, bent over after the blow, can do nothing as Storms grabs the top rope, and performs a sunset flip back into the ring, grabbing Colter around the waist to drag him down for the pin.
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Colter brings both of his calves together on the sides of Hunter's head to break the pin attempt, and then quickly moves to get back to his feet. Storms rises to come up with him, but Colter quickly leaps up into the air, throwing his foot out to catch the man across the back of the head with a Famasser before he could fully find his balance.
PERCY: THE GUILLOTINE OUT OF NOWHERE! Here's the cover...
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Colter slides off of Storms, and gets to his feet before falling back into a corner while holding his neck.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: and the winner of this contest by pinfall, BLACK JACK COLTER!
CAT: That guy right there is rough and tumble, and I'm really starting to like him.
PERCY: No doubt about it, Black Jack Colter got the better of Hunter Storms, who is still struggling to find his path here in PAW. Hopefully he won't let this loss cost him any setbacks, as he did a phenomenal job as well.
CAT: A good job only counts when you win, Percy, and Black Jack Colter is your winner. Now, we got two bitches that have a major hate on for one another, so let's get to it, shall we?
EPISODIC LUCHA LIBRE WRESTLING!
{Grudge Match}
Caroline O'Hara Burchill versus Anastasia Hayden
PERCY: Man, what a match we just saw. Those two guys took it to the limit.
CAT: Well, I doubt we'll see any less out of these two ladies. They really don't like each other much.
PERCY: You got that right. Rhonda, let's get this one on the books.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Grudge Match scheduled for one fall or submission!!
The red and white colors of the lighting flash to the heavy hip hop beats of Logic’s ‘I Am The Greatest’, signaling the arrival of the infamous Red Queen. As if on cue, the fans roar with boos and jeers, although their attempts at provoking the woman are futile. Soon, a lone red light shines down on the center of the stage and Caroline O’ Hara Burchill walks out to stand within it. Like hail relentlessly raping against a window, the volume of the booing reaches an intense peak. Carolina regards the crowd with her signature smug smile as she slowly spins around, almost as if taking pleasure in the immense hatred being presented to her. She laughs and makes her way down the ramp, hardly acknowledging any of the insolent fans.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at 120 pounds, and hailing from Sydney, Australia. She is 'The Red Queen' CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!
As she reaches the ring, she looks at her surrounding. The hostile environment is nothing to her and she simply continues on with her egotistical swagger, climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle ropes. She scales the turnbuckle, raising her arms up and shouting out, “Bow down to the Queen!”. She then smiles as the fans boo out in response, only to climb down and rest in the corner as she awaits her opponent.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill is out here on a mission Cat! Both of these women blames the other for their loss at Bad Moon Rising!
CAT: Well it's obvious that Caroline has a legitimate bone to pick with Hayden.
PERCY: It was Caroline who took the pinfall, Cat.
CAT: Exactly! Why wasn't her partner there to back her up?
The sound of feedback plays throughout the building before the distorted guitar and thunderous drums of "Waiting for Blood" by Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats blares out. Instantly, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out. When she steps out the crowd reaction can be heard with their loud boos. Their response to her doesn’t bother her as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds, observing the building before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring...hailing from London, England, and weighing in at 128 pounds...ANASTASIA HAYDEN!
The announcement of her name only draws out more boos toward Ana. She just brushes them off as she leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Ana finds a free corner in the ring and walks toward it, resting against the turnbuckle, popping her mouth guard out again as she waits for the match to begin.
PERCY: Well it looks like we're ready to get underway. These two haven't taken their eyes off one another.
The ref calls for the bell and both women quickly start brawling in the centre of the ring. After a few moments of back and forth struggle Anastasia gains the upper hand with an elbow strike to Caroline’s head. Using her advantage Anastasia follows with a kick to Caroline’s gut and then wraps her arm around Caroline’s head and plants her face first into the mat with a DDT.
PERCY: Big moves right out of the gate here, Cat!
CAT: That's cause both ladies know what's at stake.
Both women get back to their feet and are quick to tie up again. This time Caroline overpowers Anastasia and forces her to the mat. Anastasia gets to a seated position and Caroline capitalises with running double knees to Anastasia’s face propelling her backwards. Caroline goes for the cover.
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PERCY: Anastasia kicks out strongly on the one count. I think it's a little early to be going for a pin fall.
CAT: Not if you got a bitch flat on her back it's not.
The two get to their feet and quickly tie up, this time Caroline forces Anastasia up against the ropes. Caroline Irish whips Anastasia and catches her with a dropkick on the rebound.
PERCY: Man, that caught Hayden right in the jaw!
Caroline runs at the ropes and rebounds, looking to score running double knees again, but Anastasia ducks the attempt. Anastasia is quickly to her feet and hammers Caroline with an elbow strike. Anastasia strikes again, and then a third time. Caroline clutches at her chest, which is starting to redden. Anastasia gets behind Caroline and performs a Tiger suplex straight into a bridging pin.
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Caroline kicks out sending Anastasia sprawling.
PERCY: A little tit-for-tat there, wouldn't you say, Cat?
CAT: I'd say you need to wash that filthy mouth of yours out with soap, Percy. Talking about titties out here like some sex convict.
Anastasia recovers and gets to her feet quickly, she climbs onto the top turnbuckle as Caroline catches her breath. Anastasia prepares herself as Caroline slowly gets back to her feet. Anastasia leaps and lands a diving crossbody sending Caroline crashing back to the mat. Anastasia goes for the cover but Caroline rolls out of the ring to give herself some breathing space. Anastasia uses the time to regroup herself as the ref starts the count.
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PERCY: Burchill has made it back to her feet, but she look a little groggy after that cross body.
CAT: Looked like she might have hit the back of her head on the mat when she landed.
Caroline climbs back into the ring stopping the count and Anastasia charges at her. Caroline narrowly avoids the clothesline by ducking under Anastasia’s arm and bounces off the opposite ropes as Anastasia turns. Caroline catches Anastasia with a punch to the gut which sees her bent double. Caroline capitalises and grabs Anastasia by the neck twisting to slam her down hard with a swinging neckbreaker. Caroline attempts the cover and hooks the inside leg.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Anastasia narrowly gets the shoulder up before the three.
CAT: She's still got a little fight left in her. We'll find out in a minute if it's enough to make a comeback.
Caroline sits up and shakes her head in frustration. As Anastasia starts to move to get up Caroline pounces and attempts to lock in a seated armbar but Anastasia reacts quickly and fends her off with an eye rake. Caroline automatically raises her hands to her face to rub at the scratch marks. While Caroline regains her composure Anastasia climbs onto the turnbuckle and waits with a grin on her face for Caroline to stand. As soon as Caroline gets to her feet Anastasia leaps off with a missile dropkick knocking her heavily back to the mat.
PERCY: Big move there. Why isn't she going for the cover?
CAT: Percy, leave this to the professionals! She's got a plan, and knows what she's doing!
Instead of making a pin attempt Anastasia pulls a groggy Caroline to her feet and attempts to secure her signature Three Hundred And Sixty-Eight but Caroline manages to grab a hold of Anastasia’s wrist preventing the move. Caroline whips Anastasia into the ropes and catches her on the rebound with a European uppercut. Caroline falls back into the ropes, and rests against them to rebuild her stamina while Anastasia is on the mat.
PERCY: Caroline able to turn things around there, and avoid a near catastrophe, but she's unable to follow up.
CAT: Give her a chance to catch her breath, and then we'll see who's unable to follow up.
As Anastasia turns to her chest and pushes herself upward Caroline runs back over and pulls her to her feet. Caroline punches Anastasia and receives a punch back in return. The two trade blows with lefts and rights until Caroline hits Anastasia in the gut with her knee. Caroline wraps her arm around Anastasia’s head and drapes her arm executing a perfect snap suplex. She quickly attempts to gain the pin again.
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Thr…… Anastasia kicks out sharply just in the nick of time.
PERCY: WOW! I thought that was it!
CAT: You and me both!
Feeling frustrated at the close call Caroline gets angrily to her feet and climbs up onto the top rope facing the crowd, she leaps off backwards and flips to execute her Burchill Calling. She covers Anastasia again and hooks her leg.
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RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest by pinfall, CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!
Caroline rises, and uses the ropes to help keep her upright, while nodding knowingly to the crowd with a satisfied expression. A-Ref tries to lift her hand, but she jerks her arm away from him before scornfully telling him off, and then returning to her victory parade around the ring.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill really showed us what she's made of, and that the hype was real. It's not easy coming back to this business after a major injury, but she's managed to not only do it, but do it successfully.
CAT: Yeah, and with this victory, maybe these two ladies can go on their own separate directions now. They've been tied together in some fashion or another since their debuts, which is what really sparked this whole thing in the first place.
PERCY: Maybe you're right, Cat, but right now I've got word from our backstage correspondent that she's got an interview with a PAW Superstar. Let's go check it out.
CAT: Well, I doubt we'll see any less out of these two ladies. They really don't like each other much.
PERCY: You got that right. Rhonda, let's get this one on the books.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Grudge Match scheduled for one fall or submission!!
The red and white colors of the lighting flash to the heavy hip hop beats of Logic’s ‘I Am The Greatest’, signaling the arrival of the infamous Red Queen. As if on cue, the fans roar with boos and jeers, although their attempts at provoking the woman are futile. Soon, a lone red light shines down on the center of the stage and Caroline O’ Hara Burchill walks out to stand within it. Like hail relentlessly raping against a window, the volume of the booing reaches an intense peak. Carolina regards the crowd with her signature smug smile as she slowly spins around, almost as if taking pleasure in the immense hatred being presented to her. She laughs and makes her way down the ramp, hardly acknowledging any of the insolent fans.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at 120 pounds, and hailing from Sydney, Australia. She is 'The Red Queen' CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!
As she reaches the ring, she looks at her surrounding. The hostile environment is nothing to her and she simply continues on with her egotistical swagger, climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle ropes. She scales the turnbuckle, raising her arms up and shouting out, “Bow down to the Queen!”. She then smiles as the fans boo out in response, only to climb down and rest in the corner as she awaits her opponent.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill is out here on a mission Cat! Both of these women blames the other for their loss at Bad Moon Rising!
CAT: Well it's obvious that Caroline has a legitimate bone to pick with Hayden.
PERCY: It was Caroline who took the pinfall, Cat.
CAT: Exactly! Why wasn't her partner there to back her up?
The sound of feedback plays throughout the building before the distorted guitar and thunderous drums of "Waiting for Blood" by Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats blares out. Instantly, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out. When she steps out the crowd reaction can be heard with their loud boos. Their response to her doesn’t bother her as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds, observing the building before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring...hailing from London, England, and weighing in at 128 pounds...ANASTASIA HAYDEN!
The announcement of her name only draws out more boos toward Ana. She just brushes them off as she leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Ana finds a free corner in the ring and walks toward it, resting against the turnbuckle, popping her mouth guard out again as she waits for the match to begin.
PERCY: Well it looks like we're ready to get underway. These two haven't taken their eyes off one another.
The ref calls for the bell and both women quickly start brawling in the centre of the ring. After a few moments of back and forth struggle Anastasia gains the upper hand with an elbow strike to Caroline’s head. Using her advantage Anastasia follows with a kick to Caroline’s gut and then wraps her arm around Caroline’s head and plants her face first into the mat with a DDT.
PERCY: Big moves right out of the gate here, Cat!
CAT: That's cause both ladies know what's at stake.
Both women get back to their feet and are quick to tie up again. This time Caroline overpowers Anastasia and forces her to the mat. Anastasia gets to a seated position and Caroline capitalises with running double knees to Anastasia’s face propelling her backwards. Caroline goes for the cover.
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PERCY: Anastasia kicks out strongly on the one count. I think it's a little early to be going for a pin fall.
CAT: Not if you got a bitch flat on her back it's not.
The two get to their feet and quickly tie up, this time Caroline forces Anastasia up against the ropes. Caroline Irish whips Anastasia and catches her with a dropkick on the rebound.
PERCY: Man, that caught Hayden right in the jaw!
Caroline runs at the ropes and rebounds, looking to score running double knees again, but Anastasia ducks the attempt. Anastasia is quickly to her feet and hammers Caroline with an elbow strike. Anastasia strikes again, and then a third time. Caroline clutches at her chest, which is starting to redden. Anastasia gets behind Caroline and performs a Tiger suplex straight into a bridging pin.
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Caroline kicks out sending Anastasia sprawling.
PERCY: A little tit-for-tat there, wouldn't you say, Cat?
CAT: I'd say you need to wash that filthy mouth of yours out with soap, Percy. Talking about titties out here like some sex convict.
Anastasia recovers and gets to her feet quickly, she climbs onto the top turnbuckle as Caroline catches her breath. Anastasia prepares herself as Caroline slowly gets back to her feet. Anastasia leaps and lands a diving crossbody sending Caroline crashing back to the mat. Anastasia goes for the cover but Caroline rolls out of the ring to give herself some breathing space. Anastasia uses the time to regroup herself as the ref starts the count.
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PERCY: Burchill has made it back to her feet, but she look a little groggy after that cross body.
CAT: Looked like she might have hit the back of her head on the mat when she landed.
Caroline climbs back into the ring stopping the count and Anastasia charges at her. Caroline narrowly avoids the clothesline by ducking under Anastasia’s arm and bounces off the opposite ropes as Anastasia turns. Caroline catches Anastasia with a punch to the gut which sees her bent double. Caroline capitalises and grabs Anastasia by the neck twisting to slam her down hard with a swinging neckbreaker. Caroline attempts the cover and hooks the inside leg.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Anastasia narrowly gets the shoulder up before the three.
CAT: She's still got a little fight left in her. We'll find out in a minute if it's enough to make a comeback.
Caroline sits up and shakes her head in frustration. As Anastasia starts to move to get up Caroline pounces and attempts to lock in a seated armbar but Anastasia reacts quickly and fends her off with an eye rake. Caroline automatically raises her hands to her face to rub at the scratch marks. While Caroline regains her composure Anastasia climbs onto the turnbuckle and waits with a grin on her face for Caroline to stand. As soon as Caroline gets to her feet Anastasia leaps off with a missile dropkick knocking her heavily back to the mat.
PERCY: Big move there. Why isn't she going for the cover?
CAT: Percy, leave this to the professionals! She's got a plan, and knows what she's doing!
Instead of making a pin attempt Anastasia pulls a groggy Caroline to her feet and attempts to secure her signature Three Hundred And Sixty-Eight but Caroline manages to grab a hold of Anastasia’s wrist preventing the move. Caroline whips Anastasia into the ropes and catches her on the rebound with a European uppercut. Caroline falls back into the ropes, and rests against them to rebuild her stamina while Anastasia is on the mat.
PERCY: Caroline able to turn things around there, and avoid a near catastrophe, but she's unable to follow up.
CAT: Give her a chance to catch her breath, and then we'll see who's unable to follow up.
As Anastasia turns to her chest and pushes herself upward Caroline runs back over and pulls her to her feet. Caroline punches Anastasia and receives a punch back in return. The two trade blows with lefts and rights until Caroline hits Anastasia in the gut with her knee. Caroline wraps her arm around Anastasia’s head and drapes her arm executing a perfect snap suplex. She quickly attempts to gain the pin again.
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Thr…… Anastasia kicks out sharply just in the nick of time.
PERCY: WOW! I thought that was it!
CAT: You and me both!
Feeling frustrated at the close call Caroline gets angrily to her feet and climbs up onto the top rope facing the crowd, she leaps off backwards and flips to execute her Burchill Calling. She covers Anastasia again and hooks her leg.
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RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this contest by pinfall, CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!
Caroline rises, and uses the ropes to help keep her upright, while nodding knowingly to the crowd with a satisfied expression. A-Ref tries to lift her hand, but she jerks her arm away from him before scornfully telling him off, and then returning to her victory parade around the ring.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill really showed us what she's made of, and that the hype was real. It's not easy coming back to this business after a major injury, but she's managed to not only do it, but do it successfully.
CAT: Yeah, and with this victory, maybe these two ladies can go on their own separate directions now. They've been tied together in some fashion or another since their debuts, which is what really sparked this whole thing in the first place.
PERCY: Maybe you're right, Cat, but right now I've got word from our backstage correspondent that she's got an interview with a PAW Superstar. Let's go check it out.
The cameras open backstage where Brandi Irving is standing outside the changing room of Annabel Lee. She looks slightly exasperated as she knocks on the door, presumably having had to do so a few times already. A few seconds pass and there is no answer. Finally Brandi tests the door handle and slowly pushes it inward. As soon as the door cracks open the sound of loud music coming from a headset can be heard. Annabel's back is to the door as she dances back and forth across the locker room to what sounds like "Walking on Sunshine." Her ponytail bounces with every head bob and her arms slowly windmill in what is undeniably white girl dancing. When she spins around on one foot she looks shocked to see Brandi standing there, giving a little squeak of surprise as she yanks the headset off and pauses the song. An abashed smile crosses her face.
ANNABEL LEE: Oh! Hi! I uh... how long have you been there?
BRANDI IRVING: Just long enough...
A blush rises in Annabel's cheeks, but she doesn't stop smiling.
ANNABEL LEE: Well what can I do for you Miss Irving?
BRANDI IRVING: Tonight you have your first ever Main Event in PAW, and on the very first Addiction at that. How does that make you feel?
ANNABEL LEE: Oh jeez Brandi I'm super nervous! I never imagined I would be in a Main Event so soon at all, but to be in the very first one for a new show? It's so much pressure!
BRANDI IRVING: Do you think that pressure is going to affect your performance in the ring tonight?
Annabel beams.
ANNABEL LEE: Oh totally! It's going to make me work harder than ever. I want to make sure that we set the bar high for this show, that we show that just because it isn't live like Wicked is going to be that it doesn't mean it won't be just as exciting, if not more.
BRANDI IRVING: The match itself is also not just a regular match...
ANNABEL LEE: Oh man, don't I know it! It's a crazy, amazing... cramazing! four way elimination match! And my tag partner Kelsey is one of the competitors. That's really something, isn't it?
BRANDI IRVING: How do you feel about that, knowing that one of you may end up eliminating the other in the match?
ANNABEL LEE: Well Brandi we both know that it's a possibility, but see me and Kelsey are best friends! This is wrestling and in the ring we both know we gotta do what we gotta do. We're strong enough that neither one of us is going to be cross if the other one wins, or even if one of us pins the other. Like I already said, if Kelsey wins I'll be right there to celebrate with her!
BRANDI IRVING: Knowing what you do about your partner, will you be targeting her?
ANNABEL LEE: Miss Irving I'm going to target whoever is in front of me at the time. If it's Kelsey then she and I are going to battle like you won't believe. If it's me and Rachel or me and Leon, then we're going to do the exact same thing! No matter what, I'm giving it a hundred percent and I'm going out there to win.
BRANDI IRVING: What happens if you don't win?
Annabel gives a casual shrug, never stopping smiling.
ANNABEL LEE: Then I move on to my next match. That's how it goes! Now I hate to be rude, but I really need to finish warming up and all that. Thanks for taking the time to have a chat! I'll see you next time!
Annabel waves to the camera before politely ushering Brandi and the crew out, closing the door gently after them.
ANNABEL LEE: Oh! Hi! I uh... how long have you been there?
BRANDI IRVING: Just long enough...
A blush rises in Annabel's cheeks, but she doesn't stop smiling.
ANNABEL LEE: Well what can I do for you Miss Irving?
BRANDI IRVING: Tonight you have your first ever Main Event in PAW, and on the very first Addiction at that. How does that make you feel?
ANNABEL LEE: Oh jeez Brandi I'm super nervous! I never imagined I would be in a Main Event so soon at all, but to be in the very first one for a new show? It's so much pressure!
BRANDI IRVING: Do you think that pressure is going to affect your performance in the ring tonight?
Annabel beams.
ANNABEL LEE: Oh totally! It's going to make me work harder than ever. I want to make sure that we set the bar high for this show, that we show that just because it isn't live like Wicked is going to be that it doesn't mean it won't be just as exciting, if not more.
BRANDI IRVING: The match itself is also not just a regular match...
ANNABEL LEE: Oh man, don't I know it! It's a crazy, amazing... cramazing! four way elimination match! And my tag partner Kelsey is one of the competitors. That's really something, isn't it?
BRANDI IRVING: How do you feel about that, knowing that one of you may end up eliminating the other in the match?
ANNABEL LEE: Well Brandi we both know that it's a possibility, but see me and Kelsey are best friends! This is wrestling and in the ring we both know we gotta do what we gotta do. We're strong enough that neither one of us is going to be cross if the other one wins, or even if one of us pins the other. Like I already said, if Kelsey wins I'll be right there to celebrate with her!
BRANDI IRVING: Knowing what you do about your partner, will you be targeting her?
ANNABEL LEE: Miss Irving I'm going to target whoever is in front of me at the time. If it's Kelsey then she and I are going to battle like you won't believe. If it's me and Rachel or me and Leon, then we're going to do the exact same thing! No matter what, I'm giving it a hundred percent and I'm going out there to win.
BRANDI IRVING: What happens if you don't win?
Annabel gives a casual shrug, never stopping smiling.
ANNABEL LEE: Then I move on to my next match. That's how it goes! Now I hate to be rude, but I really need to finish warming up and all that. Thanks for taking the time to have a chat! I'll see you next time!
Annabel waves to the camera before politely ushering Brandi and the crew out, closing the door gently after them.
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Lady Munin
The cameras return to the ring just as Teen Spirit blares over the PA, and the crowd goes wild as Lady Munin steps out onto the stage wearing a slinky black number with matching heels. Two things are obvious as she politely smiles out at the crowd while making her way down to the ring. The absence of ADDICTION's General Manager, V, and the satchel she has suspended by a strap over her shoulder. She's handed a microphone when she hits the bottom of the ramp, and she gracefully slides into the ring, despite the backless dress and satchel. She manages all of this with a poise that isn't lost on the audience, who continue to bark their calls, and blow the roof off the way with cheers. She steps to the center of the ring, mic in hand, and when she brings it to her lips the insane crowd falls into a buzz.
LADY MUNIN: Good evening: ladies, gentlemen, freaks, geeks, and all of my monsters. Whoever and whatever you are, welcome to ADDICTION.
The crowd explodes, and she pauses to let the noise die down before continuing.
LADY MUNIN: Tonight, is such a special night. The first of many, I'm sure, as PAW is a company that continues to surprise and amaze. With that amazement, however, comes change. With change comes growth, and growth is exactly the reason we've all come together here tonight, on the inaugural kick off of a new DVD series, while WICKED goes LIVE for the very first time on The Circle Television Network. Tonight is the herald of new beginnings, a new era here in PAW, and the sky's the limit for what we can achieve together if you continue to have faith in us and our product.
The fans cheers are deafening, and the Lady brakes character for a moment to allow a joyous laugh to escape her. She nods, and awaits their attention once again.
LADY MUNIN: I want to thank every one of you for your contributions. Our Superstars are some of the best in the world, but if it wasn't for your dedication, for your belief in us, we could never achieve what we've set out to accomplish. You, the fans, are what makes all of this special. For that, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
More cheers and applaud.
LADY MUNIN: And in answer to that, I've brought with me tonight a little present to make this night complete.
Munin reaches into the satchel, and pulls out a championship belt. The face plate is a fragmented design of the other three championships in PAW, arranged in an amalgam with a piece of caution tape around it with one simple word embroidered in black leters. 'CRANK'. The fans murmur and buzz even more than before, as Lady Munin raises her mic to continue.
LADY MUNIN: You see, there are some championships that hold a certain level of weight, and quite frankly shouldn't be decided every single show. They are the matches that require Main Events, special stipulations, or bouts on the midway. No doubt, those titles are important, and deserve their prominence among the elite, but what about the everyday champions of PAW? The ones who come in and work day in and day out to ensure that you go home happy with your decision to pay for the price of admission. What about the people's champions?
She pauses, a coy smile playing at her red lips.
LADY MUNIN: That is exactly what the Crank Championship is for. It will require the holder to be made of stern material. It will require stamina, commitment, and true grit. Because this title is going to be defended on one of our shows every single cycle, no exceptions, no matter what! If the champion becomes injured, or needs time off due to other commitments, they will automatically forfeit the title, and it will be decided by the next two contenders on the list. Thus, I think we can all agree, it has a very appropriate name.
The fans cheer, excited by the prospect of a title being featured every two weeks.
LADY MUNIN: But to sweeten the pot, why don't we go ahead and crown a champion?
The fans explode.
LADY MUNIN: How about the Fatal Four Way Elimination Main Event here tonight, between Annabel Lee, Kelsey Spencer, Leon Cashmere, and Rachel Ellsworth?
The arena is thrown into chaos as the fans jump around, and scream their lungs out. Lady Munin watches all of it with a satisfied gleam in her eye.
LADY MUNIN: I take that as a yes, and so it is done. Oh, and if you think this was something, don't forget to watch us on CTN tomorrow night. It's going to be absolutely WICKED!
With that, the owner of the company tosses the mic to the ring tech, and makes her way out of the ring. The fans are still an an uproar as ADDICTION goes to an add for WICKED.
LADY MUNIN: Good evening: ladies, gentlemen, freaks, geeks, and all of my monsters. Whoever and whatever you are, welcome to ADDICTION.
The crowd explodes, and she pauses to let the noise die down before continuing.
LADY MUNIN: Tonight, is such a special night. The first of many, I'm sure, as PAW is a company that continues to surprise and amaze. With that amazement, however, comes change. With change comes growth, and growth is exactly the reason we've all come together here tonight, on the inaugural kick off of a new DVD series, while WICKED goes LIVE for the very first time on The Circle Television Network. Tonight is the herald of new beginnings, a new era here in PAW, and the sky's the limit for what we can achieve together if you continue to have faith in us and our product.
The fans cheers are deafening, and the Lady brakes character for a moment to allow a joyous laugh to escape her. She nods, and awaits their attention once again.
LADY MUNIN: I want to thank every one of you for your contributions. Our Superstars are some of the best in the world, but if it wasn't for your dedication, for your belief in us, we could never achieve what we've set out to accomplish. You, the fans, are what makes all of this special. For that, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
More cheers and applaud.
LADY MUNIN: And in answer to that, I've brought with me tonight a little present to make this night complete.
Munin reaches into the satchel, and pulls out a championship belt. The face plate is a fragmented design of the other three championships in PAW, arranged in an amalgam with a piece of caution tape around it with one simple word embroidered in black leters. 'CRANK'. The fans murmur and buzz even more than before, as Lady Munin raises her mic to continue.
LADY MUNIN: You see, there are some championships that hold a certain level of weight, and quite frankly shouldn't be decided every single show. They are the matches that require Main Events, special stipulations, or bouts on the midway. No doubt, those titles are important, and deserve their prominence among the elite, but what about the everyday champions of PAW? The ones who come in and work day in and day out to ensure that you go home happy with your decision to pay for the price of admission. What about the people's champions?
She pauses, a coy smile playing at her red lips.
LADY MUNIN: That is exactly what the Crank Championship is for. It will require the holder to be made of stern material. It will require stamina, commitment, and true grit. Because this title is going to be defended on one of our shows every single cycle, no exceptions, no matter what! If the champion becomes injured, or needs time off due to other commitments, they will automatically forfeit the title, and it will be decided by the next two contenders on the list. Thus, I think we can all agree, it has a very appropriate name.
The fans cheer, excited by the prospect of a title being featured every two weeks.
LADY MUNIN: But to sweeten the pot, why don't we go ahead and crown a champion?
The fans explode.
LADY MUNIN: How about the Fatal Four Way Elimination Main Event here tonight, between Annabel Lee, Kelsey Spencer, Leon Cashmere, and Rachel Ellsworth?
The arena is thrown into chaos as the fans jump around, and scream their lungs out. Lady Munin watches all of it with a satisfied gleam in her eye.
LADY MUNIN: I take that as a yes, and so it is done. Oh, and if you think this was something, don't forget to watch us on CTN tomorrow night. It's going to be absolutely WICKED!
With that, the owner of the company tosses the mic to the ring tech, and makes her way out of the ring. The fans are still an an uproar as ADDICTION goes to an add for WICKED.
CIRCLE TELEVISION NETWORK
Tag Match
-PAW Tag Team Championships-
Mercy & Sin versus The French Mime Assassins(c)
PERCY: Wow, so it sounds like we have another Championship match tonight during the Main Event!
CAT: We were all out here, Percy. We heard her.
PERCY: All I'm saying is that's exciting news for those four participants, but as my partner has so subtly hinted, we have our own business right here, right now.!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall or submission, and is for the PAW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
"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 five inches. The lights turn up as the two head down the aisle. Leading the way was a dark haired, pale skinned beauty with brown eyes, red and black eye shadow, matched lipstick, and fingernails. Each step she takes, she bouncs to the beat, doing alternating piston raises of her arms. Her attire consists of a black leather half jacket with the word "MERCY" across the back, a fishnet body suit, black leather bra, fingerless gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, short leather skirt, laced panties, calf boots with strapped and buckled kick pads, a bullet shell belt on her hips. Behind her was a tall and thick two hundred and fifty pound woman woman sporting a mesh body stocking beneath a black wrestling doublet decorated with pentagrams on the hips and the massive word "SIN" scratched across her belly. She sported several small tattoos here and there, the most notable being a pentagram on her right shoulder. Her knee pads and wrestling boots match her doublet, sporting pentagram designs upon them. Her hands are heavily taped to the mid forearm and look a bit worn and blood stained.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing the challengers, weighting in at a combined weight of 371 pounds, hailing from Malibu, California & Las Vegas, Nevada respectively....They are Becky & Tracy.....MERCY & SIN!!
Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous, despite the larger woman's obvious size. Mercy pulls back on the ropes and vaults herself up and over, then runs to the far corner. There, she holds those arms out at her sides with her eyes closed and her head tilts back. Behind her, Sin had already slipped through and was standing front and center. Sin takes both her thumbs, drags them across her throat and grits her teeth with a psychotic, angry expression on her face. Suddenly a crimson fluid begins drooling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dribbling onto the canvas. Her whole body shudders violently as if going through a seizure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Mercy hops off the ropes with a spin and leans back in her corner. Sin's eyes snap back to normal and she backs up towards the ropes, watching and waiting.
PERCY: These two women put on one hell of a showing at Bad Moon Rising, and one has to wonder if the Mime's might not be a little intimidated by these ladies considering how they high tailed it at the end of that match with the championships.
CAT: Well, duh, Percy! If you aren't a little intimidated by a bitch that gets in the ring and has some sort of Voodoo seizure, and that also just happens to be as big as a house, then there's something wrong with you.
"La Marseillaise" begins, and the Mimes come walking out onto the stage with the PAW Tag Championship belt's around their waists. The fans give a mixed reaction as the two Mimes turn to one another, and shake hands at the top of the ramp extravagantly, before turning to stare down into the ring at their opponents. Their tone seems to change as they begin their stalk down to the ring, pausing occasionally to fake mime a high five to a fan, possibly a handshake that's promptly pulled away from some unsuspecting fool, maybe even a wave that turns into one of the mimes miming the hint to kiss his posterior.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at a combined weight of 240 pounds, and hailing from Paris, France, they are The PAW Tag Team Champions.....THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!
The Assassins reach ringside, and once on the ring apron they bluster their way into the ring and make extravagant, arrogant gestures to the fans. As A-Ref steps up to them, they reach back and unbuckle their championship straps, and hand them over. A-Ref then promptly displays them to the challengers, and then to the fans at ringside, before passing them off to the time keeper's assistant.
PERCY: The mimes are giving up over a hundred pounds to Tracy Sin in this match, but should fare better if they can somehow isolate Becky Mercy. I guess we'll have to wait to see what strategy they decide to use.
CAT: If they are smart, they'll use the strategy of getting out of dodge. That is one big bitch!
Mercy & Sin stare daggers into the Mimes as they do their stretches along the ropes, and encourage one another through Mime. Finally, Comme Ci exits the ring, and Comme Ca steps to the center of the ring, miming away with insults directed towards the two ladies. Tracy Sin snarls, and starts forwards, but Becky Mercy puts herself between her partner and the Mime, and speaks words of soothing as she helps direct her out of the ring. Becky Mercy then spins around with a devilish grin on her face, and she runs her finger across her throat, letting her head loll to the side as if she were dead. The Mime gulps, and looks around at the crowd, who laugh at the bit. No one is laughing, however, when Becky Mercy tears out of her corner and nails the Mime square in the temple with a running high knee. Comme Ca hits the mat in a heap, and Becky does her own version of miming to Comme Ci when she flips him off, and then proceeds to stomp the living shit out of his partner.
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!
CAT: Well, no love lost here!
Becky ends the tirade long enough to pull the Mime back up to his feet and push him into the ropes, whipping him to the far side. Comme Ca rebounds, and Becky moves out to meet him in the center of the ring with a spin wheel kick that takes his head off. She snaps up off the mat, grabbing the Mime by the arm, and swings through with a dragon twist as he rises off the canvas. She pulls him over to her corner and tags in a waiting Tracy Sin, who lumbers into the ring, and then drives the point of her elbow down into Comme Ca's outstretched arm. The Mime recoils holding himself as Becky exits the ring. Tracy moves in, taking him in a dragon twist by the same arm, then tugs him into a short arm clothesline. Comme Ca hits the mat, and Tracy drops a heavy elbow across his chest for good measure. She remains for the pin.
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PERCY: Comme Ca out at two, but good Lord. These ladies have already done a number on him, and it's the beginning of the match!
CAT: Really, Percy? Ladies? Come on.
Tracy drags Comme Ca up off the mat, and delivers a head butt that sends the Mime staggering into the ropes. She follows him in, taking him by the wrist, and sends him to the far side. Comme Ca rebounds, and just manages to duck Tracy's meaty arm as she swipes at him for a lariat. He comes back a second time, and she swings backwards this time with a back elbow, but he ducks it. Comma Ca hits off the ropes a third time, springing forward to a now waiting Tracy Sin. When the mime arrives at the woman, she bends down low to catch him by the legs with one arm, and then lifts him high into the air only to come crashing down for a flap jack. Comma Ca goes face first into the mat, and he quickly rolls to the outside to gain some separation. Comme Ci slips through the ropes to try for a sneak attack on the woman, but Tracy Sin's head snaps around to his position, and he quickly changes gears and bounds back out to the apron.
PERCY: Comme Ca is in no man's land out here at ringside with Mercy & Sin! He better take what time he has and get it back in the ring.
CAT: Are you kidding me! This might be the only strategy he has left!
Tracy stalks over to the edge of the ring where Comme Ca is trying to recuperate, and slips her top half between the middle and top rope to grab him by the hair of the head. The Mime instinctively reaches up and jams both of his thumbs in the woman's eyes, and as she recoils, he leaps up and hooks her around the head, yanking her down throat first across the middle rope. Sin stumbles back into the ring, one hand grabbing at her throat while the other one covers her eyes. Comme Ca hops up onto the ring apron, still a little woosy, and leaps up to the top rope to springboard off with a diving bulldog that drives Tracy's face into the canvas.
PERCY: Comme Ca just turned the tables momentarily, and Becky Mercy is beside herself on the ring apron just screaming her head off. God, can you imagine coming home to that?
CAT: These bitches be crazy! And Mercy & Sin are loony tunes too!
Comme Ca crawls towards his partners outstretched hand, and with one last push falls forwards to tag it. Comme Ci enters the ring in a flash, rushing right past Tracy Sin, who's halfway back up to her feet, and he hits the ropes for momentum. On his way back he throws both feet out in front of him for a falling drop kick, and his boots strike Tracy right in the side of the head, dropping her back to the canvas like a drive by. Comme Ci hops up, and before anyone can tell what he's about to do, he rushes his opponent's corner and drives a forearm into Becky Mercy that sends her flying down to the concrete. Comme Ci then hops up onto their second turnbuckle, and as Tracy finally gets back to her feet, he leaps off with a cross body. Unfortunately for him, Tracy Sin catches him like a fly, and spins with his momentum into a thunderous power slam.
PERCY: COMME CI MIGHT BE DEAD! All of Tracy's weight came crashing down on the man, and Tracy just hooked the leg for the pin.
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CAT: THRE-KICK OUT! Comme Ci just barely got up from being crushed by Sin, and now she has him up to do more punishment.
With mime in hand, she looks over to her corner to tag in Becky, but no one's there, so she turns her attack back on her opponent. She clasps her arms around Comme Ci's midsection and lifts him up and then drops him down for an Inverted Atomic Drop. The Mime's mouth pops open as he grabs at his groin, and duck walks around the ring, that is until Tracy slips her head under his arm, and delivers a regular Atomic Drop down across his butt bone. The move sends Comme Ci flailing forwards smack dab into a neutral corner. He manages to spin himself around just in time to see Tracy Sin sprinting towards him. She dives at the corner for an avalanche splash, but in a panic Comme Ci manages to pull himself out of harms way. Sin strikes the turnbuckle chest first, and stumbles out clutching at her midsection. Comme Ci doesn't even go for any offense, but instead lunges to tag in his partner. Comme Ca immediately climbs to the top turnbuckle of their corner, and when Tracy turns towards him, he dives off, catching the woman right in the face with a missile drop kick.
PERCY: Sin crashing to the mat after the mime's boots met her face, but she's already pushing to get back to her feet. What are these Mimes going to have to do to keep this gargantuan woman down?!
CAT: Hit her with a cinder block?
PERCY: CAT!
CAT: What, you asked for suggestions!
Comme Ca points to his mime brethren, and he rejoins him in the ring, both hooking Tracy Sin and spiking her head into the canvas with a double DDT. Then, both Mimes perform a kip up, and drop dual elbows down into the large woman's chest. Comme Ci rolls out of the ring, while Comme Ca goes for the cover.
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PERCY: TH-KICK OUT! Tracy Sin with a power kick out that nearly sent Comme Ca out to join his partner at ringside...wait....on the outside. Comme Ci just turned to go back to their corner, but Becky Mercy was waiting on him.....BECKY'S BIG BOOT!! Comme Ci might be out!
CAT: Comme Ca and A-Ref over by the edge of the ring, and I think he's chastising Becky in mime....but he doesn't see that Tracy Sin is getting up behind him! Becky's keeping him occupied....
Tracy charges forward and nails Comme Ca in the back with a shoulder tackle that sends him sailing through the ropes, and down to the concrete at Becky's feet. Mercy smirks before rolling into the ring, bouncing up, and rushing the opposite side ropes. She rebounds like a streak across the ring where Sin is waiting for her, and lifts her up and tosses her out of the ring like a missile down on both Mimes who were just starting to recover. All three are wiped out at ringside, while Tracy Sin stalks around the ring, getting cheers despite her obvious disdainful attitude.
PERCY: I have seen it all, now! Tracy Sin and Becky Mercy really are mad women!
CAT: Duh, Percy! That's what I've been trying to tell you.
PERCY: Well, A-Ref has no choice but to start a count out on the Mimes, but if they lose that way they'll retain the titles!
CAT: Uh, you spoke to soon, my friend. Tracy Sin just shoved A-Ref out of the way, and is going out after her opponent. She's not quite as dumb as she looks.
PERCY: I'll tell her you said that.
CAT: Uh......I mean, she's wonderful! A GENIUS!
Sin steps up to the first Mime and pulls him up, but then stops halfway, and lets him fall back down to the concrete. She steps over to the other mime, and starts to do the same, but like before she lets him fall back to the floor. Tracy takes a step back, and she stares from one mime to the other, scratching her head in confusion. The fans, catching on to what's happening, start laughing to which Tracy abandons the Mimes and starts arguing with the fans at ringside.
CROWD: DUMB ASS! DUMB ASS! DUMB ASS!
PERCY: Tracy Sin went out to throw the legal man into the ring, but the Mimes are indistinguishable! She doesn't know which one to grab!
CAT: Yeah, and she isn't taking too kindly to this capacity crowds opinions either.
Tracy waves both hands at the crowd disdainfully, and reaches down to jerk both Mimes up to their feet, and tosses them both into the ring. She pulls Becky up as well, sending her in the direction of their corner, before hopping up onto the apron and slipping into the ring.
PERCY: Well, since she couldn't tell, she just brought them both in.
CAT: That could end up being a mistake, Percy.
Tracy is still jawing with the fans when she turns around to realize both mimes are back on their feet in the center of the ring. She rushes at them with a snarl, but catches a pair of boots to her midsection for all her bluster. The woman doubles over in surprise, and the Mime's slip to either side of her, and then send matching boots right into the sides of her head. She drops to her knee's cupping her ears in pain, and Comme Ci rushes to the ropes in front of her, while Comme Ca rushes to the ropes behind her. Both meet in the middle with a pair of low drop kicks that trap her head like a vice. Sin hits the mat drooling, as the Mimes congratulate each other on their team work.
PERCY: The mimes are standing over Tracy Sin shaking hands and miming it up, and they don't even notice Becky Mercy perched up there on the top rope!
CAT: Yeah, this isn't going to end well.....
The Mimes finally stop their antics long enough to turn back to Sin to figure out what to do next, when Becky Mercy comes flying off the top with a corkscrew senton splash that wipes both Assassins out. Now, all four competitors lay in the center of the ring, leaving A-Ref to stand there, jaw agape, uncertain of what he should do.
PERCY: My God, it's pandemonium!
CAT: Yeah, and it's for the PAW Tag Team Championships!
A-Ref starts to go for a count, but Becky Mercy starts rolling over the bodies until she reaches the bottom rope. She slips under and to the outside, falling down to her knee's beside the ring, and flinging the ring skirt out of her way.
PERCY: What the hell is Becky Mercy doing?
CAT: Looks like she's searching for something underneath the ring, and I think I know exactly what it is she's looking for!
Becky Mercy comes back out from under the ring, and slowly rises to her feet, a sadistic grin on her face as she pulls what appears to be a shovel out from under the ring. The fans immediately come to attention, leaving their seats and a huge echo of hums can be heard like human electricity. A-Ref starts admonishing Becky before she ever gets back into the ring, but back into the ring she comes anyways, shoving the official aside, and raising the shovel high over head while standing above one of the Mimes. A-Ref grabs the business end of the shovel, and yanks it right out of Mercy's hands, and the woman gets a wild eyed look as she turns to face the masked man. A-Ref starts to wither under that stare as he sets the shovel back out on the ring apron, and holds his hands out in front of him to try and get Becky to focus back on the match. Just then The French Mime Assassins appear, dumping Becky Mercy right up and over the top rope only to crash and burn on the concrete below.
PERCY: Shades of Bad Moon Rising right there, but they don't see Tracy Sin behind them. Oh no, they just walked right into her, and she's got them both by the throat.....DOUBLE CHOKESLAM TO THE MIMES BY TRACY SIN!!
CAT: Good God! She hoisted them up like they were nothing!
Tracy goes for a pin on one of the mimes.
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THR-KICK OUT! She looks frustrated for just a moment, before spinning around to the other Mime, and hooking his leg for a pin attempt on him.
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THRE-KICK OUT! Tracy sits up on her knee's and roars up into the heavens, beating the sides of her heads with her own fists like a madwoman. She reaches down grabbing both Mimes, and jerks them to their feet.
PERCY: Sin unable to put the Mime's away there, and now she's going absolutely berserk! She's unloading rights and lefts into both Mimes, who are just staggering around taking the punishment like punching bags!
Sin goes for another right hand but, Comme Ca manages to duck underneath it, and sends a swift rabbit like strike into the woman's knee. Tracy sags a bit on that leg, giving Comme Ci on the other side the opportunity to full on kick her square in her other knee. Her tree trunk like leg drops out from under her, and she goes down to eye level with the Mimes, who both fall back into the ropes, and throw matching Yakuza kicks square into her face. Sin hits the mat, grabbing at her jaw, as A-Ref tries to get one of the Mimes out of the ring. Behind his back, Becky Mercy slides in, her recovered shovel in hand, and she rises up to take a swing. The mime, however, see's it coming, and he manages to duck the strike, booting the woman right in her lady parts, and grabbing the shovel out of her hands. Mercy grabs at her lower region, stumbling around the ring in shock and pain. The Mime, seeing A-Ref about to turn around, tosses the shovel back over to Mercy who manages to shakily catch it. He then hit's the canvas with a bump. A-Ref pauses, looking down at the Mime who's clutching his skull, and then over to Becky Mercy who holds the incriminating shovel. She violently shakes her had 'No', but it's too late, as A-Ref turns and calls for the bell.
PERCY: I don't fucking believe it....
CAT: I may not like those black and white clowns, but damn if they aren't clever.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winners of this match by disqualification, and still your PAW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!
Tracy, whose made it to her feet, claws at her face in pure, absolute rage. The French Mime Assassins both start to exit the ring with the championships in hand, but Tracy rushes in and grabs them both by the backs of their shirts, yanking them away from the ropes before they can get away and sending them flailing to the center of the ring.
PERCY: Uh-Oh! Looks like Mercy & Sin have taken exception to this loss!
The Mimes get to their feet and Tracy bull rushes them with a violent and powerful double clothesline that rocks them right back to the canvas. Becky, meanwhile, makes sure to stay out of her violent partner's path of destruction, while patiently waiting for one of the Mimes to be flung her way. She doesn't have to wait long before the Mimes manage to dual attack Tracy, only for her to shove Comme Ca to the ropes where Becky is waiting for him. She swings the shovel like a baseball bat, and the metal strikes him square in the spine. The Mime's back arches, and he falls to his knees in silent pain.
Back in the center of the ring, Tracy has Comme Ci by the throat and lifts him up only to bring him crashing to the canvas with a sloppy but brutal chokeslam! Comme Ca fights to his feet and turns to find Becky now in the ring with him where she swings the Shovel right in his face, the *FWHAPANG!* of the impact reverberating over the crowd as the Mime falls to the canvas with blood trickling down his face from a split in the hairline!
She giggles a bit as she sees the smudged imprint of his face on the end of her shovel. Meanwhile Tracy had Commie Ci across her back, stretching him violently with the scream maker!
TRACY SIN: *ROARING!* SCREAM FOR ME BITCH!!! SSSSCCCCCCRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!
Commie Ci fought so hard to maintain the Mime vow of Silence, but eventually the pain became too much and he let out a mournful cry of sheer agony. Tracy then threw herself back with a violent impact on the canvas that more than likely left him broken. Becky breathed hard and heavy as she rolled out of the ring to swipe a microphone from the prop table. She brought it right to her lips.
BECKY MERCY: If this is how it'll be, we'll break every single last holder and challenger for those Championship belts until there is nobody LEFT!!! I'll take a win by default if I have to ANY DAY!!!
Throwing down the microphone, she and Tracy both leave ringside. Francis Cuppola tries to stop them, holding up paperwork for them to sign. Becky merely laughs at him. Tracy kicks him right in the gut. Becky raises her shovel high and brings it right down on the top of his head, leaving him a busted up and broken heap on the floor. The two then exit ringside while ADDICTION goes to commercial.
CAT: We were all out here, Percy. We heard her.
PERCY: All I'm saying is that's exciting news for those four participants, but as my partner has so subtly hinted, we have our own business right here, right now.!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall or submission, and is for the PAW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
"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 five inches. The lights turn up as the two head down the aisle. Leading the way was a dark haired, pale skinned beauty with brown eyes, red and black eye shadow, matched lipstick, and fingernails. Each step she takes, she bouncs to the beat, doing alternating piston raises of her arms. Her attire consists of a black leather half jacket with the word "MERCY" across the back, a fishnet body suit, black leather bra, fingerless gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, short leather skirt, laced panties, calf boots with strapped and buckled kick pads, a bullet shell belt on her hips. Behind her was a tall and thick two hundred and fifty pound woman woman sporting a mesh body stocking beneath a black wrestling doublet decorated with pentagrams on the hips and the massive word "SIN" scratched across her belly. She sported several small tattoos here and there, the most notable being a pentagram on her right shoulder. Her knee pads and wrestling boots match her doublet, sporting pentagram designs upon them. Her hands are heavily taped to the mid forearm and look a bit worn and blood stained.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing the challengers, weighting in at a combined weight of 371 pounds, hailing from Malibu, California & Las Vegas, Nevada respectively....They are Becky & Tracy.....MERCY & SIN!!
Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous, despite the larger woman's obvious size. Mercy pulls back on the ropes and vaults herself up and over, then runs to the far corner. There, she holds those arms out at her sides with her eyes closed and her head tilts back. Behind her, Sin had already slipped through and was standing front and center. Sin takes both her thumbs, drags them across her throat and grits her teeth with a psychotic, angry expression on her face. Suddenly a crimson fluid begins drooling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dribbling onto the canvas. Her whole body shudders violently as if going through a seizure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Mercy hops off the ropes with a spin and leans back in her corner. Sin's eyes snap back to normal and she backs up towards the ropes, watching and waiting.
PERCY: These two women put on one hell of a showing at Bad Moon Rising, and one has to wonder if the Mime's might not be a little intimidated by these ladies considering how they high tailed it at the end of that match with the championships.
CAT: Well, duh, Percy! If you aren't a little intimidated by a bitch that gets in the ring and has some sort of Voodoo seizure, and that also just happens to be as big as a house, then there's something wrong with you.
"La Marseillaise" begins, and the Mimes come walking out onto the stage with the PAW Tag Championship belt's around their waists. The fans give a mixed reaction as the two Mimes turn to one another, and shake hands at the top of the ramp extravagantly, before turning to stare down into the ring at their opponents. Their tone seems to change as they begin their stalk down to the ring, pausing occasionally to fake mime a high five to a fan, possibly a handshake that's promptly pulled away from some unsuspecting fool, maybe even a wave that turns into one of the mimes miming the hint to kiss his posterior.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at a combined weight of 240 pounds, and hailing from Paris, France, they are The PAW Tag Team Champions.....THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!
The Assassins reach ringside, and once on the ring apron they bluster their way into the ring and make extravagant, arrogant gestures to the fans. As A-Ref steps up to them, they reach back and unbuckle their championship straps, and hand them over. A-Ref then promptly displays them to the challengers, and then to the fans at ringside, before passing them off to the time keeper's assistant.
PERCY: The mimes are giving up over a hundred pounds to Tracy Sin in this match, but should fare better if they can somehow isolate Becky Mercy. I guess we'll have to wait to see what strategy they decide to use.
CAT: If they are smart, they'll use the strategy of getting out of dodge. That is one big bitch!
Mercy & Sin stare daggers into the Mimes as they do their stretches along the ropes, and encourage one another through Mime. Finally, Comme Ci exits the ring, and Comme Ca steps to the center of the ring, miming away with insults directed towards the two ladies. Tracy Sin snarls, and starts forwards, but Becky Mercy puts herself between her partner and the Mime, and speaks words of soothing as she helps direct her out of the ring. Becky Mercy then spins around with a devilish grin on her face, and she runs her finger across her throat, letting her head loll to the side as if she were dead. The Mime gulps, and looks around at the crowd, who laugh at the bit. No one is laughing, however, when Becky Mercy tears out of her corner and nails the Mime square in the temple with a running high knee. Comme Ca hits the mat in a heap, and Becky does her own version of miming to Comme Ci when she flips him off, and then proceeds to stomp the living shit out of his partner.
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!
CAT: Well, no love lost here!
Becky ends the tirade long enough to pull the Mime back up to his feet and push him into the ropes, whipping him to the far side. Comme Ca rebounds, and Becky moves out to meet him in the center of the ring with a spin wheel kick that takes his head off. She snaps up off the mat, grabbing the Mime by the arm, and swings through with a dragon twist as he rises off the canvas. She pulls him over to her corner and tags in a waiting Tracy Sin, who lumbers into the ring, and then drives the point of her elbow down into Comme Ca's outstretched arm. The Mime recoils holding himself as Becky exits the ring. Tracy moves in, taking him in a dragon twist by the same arm, then tugs him into a short arm clothesline. Comme Ca hits the mat, and Tracy drops a heavy elbow across his chest for good measure. She remains for the pin.
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PERCY: Comme Ca out at two, but good Lord. These ladies have already done a number on him, and it's the beginning of the match!
CAT: Really, Percy? Ladies? Come on.
Tracy drags Comme Ca up off the mat, and delivers a head butt that sends the Mime staggering into the ropes. She follows him in, taking him by the wrist, and sends him to the far side. Comme Ca rebounds, and just manages to duck Tracy's meaty arm as she swipes at him for a lariat. He comes back a second time, and she swings backwards this time with a back elbow, but he ducks it. Comma Ca hits off the ropes a third time, springing forward to a now waiting Tracy Sin. When the mime arrives at the woman, she bends down low to catch him by the legs with one arm, and then lifts him high into the air only to come crashing down for a flap jack. Comma Ca goes face first into the mat, and he quickly rolls to the outside to gain some separation. Comme Ci slips through the ropes to try for a sneak attack on the woman, but Tracy Sin's head snaps around to his position, and he quickly changes gears and bounds back out to the apron.
PERCY: Comme Ca is in no man's land out here at ringside with Mercy & Sin! He better take what time he has and get it back in the ring.
CAT: Are you kidding me! This might be the only strategy he has left!
Tracy stalks over to the edge of the ring where Comme Ca is trying to recuperate, and slips her top half between the middle and top rope to grab him by the hair of the head. The Mime instinctively reaches up and jams both of his thumbs in the woman's eyes, and as she recoils, he leaps up and hooks her around the head, yanking her down throat first across the middle rope. Sin stumbles back into the ring, one hand grabbing at her throat while the other one covers her eyes. Comme Ca hops up onto the ring apron, still a little woosy, and leaps up to the top rope to springboard off with a diving bulldog that drives Tracy's face into the canvas.
PERCY: Comme Ca just turned the tables momentarily, and Becky Mercy is beside herself on the ring apron just screaming her head off. God, can you imagine coming home to that?
CAT: These bitches be crazy! And Mercy & Sin are loony tunes too!
Comme Ca crawls towards his partners outstretched hand, and with one last push falls forwards to tag it. Comme Ci enters the ring in a flash, rushing right past Tracy Sin, who's halfway back up to her feet, and he hits the ropes for momentum. On his way back he throws both feet out in front of him for a falling drop kick, and his boots strike Tracy right in the side of the head, dropping her back to the canvas like a drive by. Comme Ci hops up, and before anyone can tell what he's about to do, he rushes his opponent's corner and drives a forearm into Becky Mercy that sends her flying down to the concrete. Comme Ci then hops up onto their second turnbuckle, and as Tracy finally gets back to her feet, he leaps off with a cross body. Unfortunately for him, Tracy Sin catches him like a fly, and spins with his momentum into a thunderous power slam.
PERCY: COMME CI MIGHT BE DEAD! All of Tracy's weight came crashing down on the man, and Tracy just hooked the leg for the pin.
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CAT: THRE-KICK OUT! Comme Ci just barely got up from being crushed by Sin, and now she has him up to do more punishment.
With mime in hand, she looks over to her corner to tag in Becky, but no one's there, so she turns her attack back on her opponent. She clasps her arms around Comme Ci's midsection and lifts him up and then drops him down for an Inverted Atomic Drop. The Mime's mouth pops open as he grabs at his groin, and duck walks around the ring, that is until Tracy slips her head under his arm, and delivers a regular Atomic Drop down across his butt bone. The move sends Comme Ci flailing forwards smack dab into a neutral corner. He manages to spin himself around just in time to see Tracy Sin sprinting towards him. She dives at the corner for an avalanche splash, but in a panic Comme Ci manages to pull himself out of harms way. Sin strikes the turnbuckle chest first, and stumbles out clutching at her midsection. Comme Ci doesn't even go for any offense, but instead lunges to tag in his partner. Comme Ca immediately climbs to the top turnbuckle of their corner, and when Tracy turns towards him, he dives off, catching the woman right in the face with a missile drop kick.
PERCY: Sin crashing to the mat after the mime's boots met her face, but she's already pushing to get back to her feet. What are these Mimes going to have to do to keep this gargantuan woman down?!
CAT: Hit her with a cinder block?
PERCY: CAT!
CAT: What, you asked for suggestions!
Comme Ca points to his mime brethren, and he rejoins him in the ring, both hooking Tracy Sin and spiking her head into the canvas with a double DDT. Then, both Mimes perform a kip up, and drop dual elbows down into the large woman's chest. Comme Ci rolls out of the ring, while Comme Ca goes for the cover.
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PERCY: TH-KICK OUT! Tracy Sin with a power kick out that nearly sent Comme Ca out to join his partner at ringside...wait....on the outside. Comme Ci just turned to go back to their corner, but Becky Mercy was waiting on him.....BECKY'S BIG BOOT!! Comme Ci might be out!
CAT: Comme Ca and A-Ref over by the edge of the ring, and I think he's chastising Becky in mime....but he doesn't see that Tracy Sin is getting up behind him! Becky's keeping him occupied....
Tracy charges forward and nails Comme Ca in the back with a shoulder tackle that sends him sailing through the ropes, and down to the concrete at Becky's feet. Mercy smirks before rolling into the ring, bouncing up, and rushing the opposite side ropes. She rebounds like a streak across the ring where Sin is waiting for her, and lifts her up and tosses her out of the ring like a missile down on both Mimes who were just starting to recover. All three are wiped out at ringside, while Tracy Sin stalks around the ring, getting cheers despite her obvious disdainful attitude.
PERCY: I have seen it all, now! Tracy Sin and Becky Mercy really are mad women!
CAT: Duh, Percy! That's what I've been trying to tell you.
PERCY: Well, A-Ref has no choice but to start a count out on the Mimes, but if they lose that way they'll retain the titles!
CAT: Uh, you spoke to soon, my friend. Tracy Sin just shoved A-Ref out of the way, and is going out after her opponent. She's not quite as dumb as she looks.
PERCY: I'll tell her you said that.
CAT: Uh......I mean, she's wonderful! A GENIUS!
Sin steps up to the first Mime and pulls him up, but then stops halfway, and lets him fall back down to the concrete. She steps over to the other mime, and starts to do the same, but like before she lets him fall back to the floor. Tracy takes a step back, and she stares from one mime to the other, scratching her head in confusion. The fans, catching on to what's happening, start laughing to which Tracy abandons the Mimes and starts arguing with the fans at ringside.
CROWD: DUMB ASS! DUMB ASS! DUMB ASS!
PERCY: Tracy Sin went out to throw the legal man into the ring, but the Mimes are indistinguishable! She doesn't know which one to grab!
CAT: Yeah, and she isn't taking too kindly to this capacity crowds opinions either.
Tracy waves both hands at the crowd disdainfully, and reaches down to jerk both Mimes up to their feet, and tosses them both into the ring. She pulls Becky up as well, sending her in the direction of their corner, before hopping up onto the apron and slipping into the ring.
PERCY: Well, since she couldn't tell, she just brought them both in.
CAT: That could end up being a mistake, Percy.
Tracy is still jawing with the fans when she turns around to realize both mimes are back on their feet in the center of the ring. She rushes at them with a snarl, but catches a pair of boots to her midsection for all her bluster. The woman doubles over in surprise, and the Mime's slip to either side of her, and then send matching boots right into the sides of her head. She drops to her knee's cupping her ears in pain, and Comme Ci rushes to the ropes in front of her, while Comme Ca rushes to the ropes behind her. Both meet in the middle with a pair of low drop kicks that trap her head like a vice. Sin hits the mat drooling, as the Mimes congratulate each other on their team work.
PERCY: The mimes are standing over Tracy Sin shaking hands and miming it up, and they don't even notice Becky Mercy perched up there on the top rope!
CAT: Yeah, this isn't going to end well.....
The Mimes finally stop their antics long enough to turn back to Sin to figure out what to do next, when Becky Mercy comes flying off the top with a corkscrew senton splash that wipes both Assassins out. Now, all four competitors lay in the center of the ring, leaving A-Ref to stand there, jaw agape, uncertain of what he should do.
PERCY: My God, it's pandemonium!
CAT: Yeah, and it's for the PAW Tag Team Championships!
A-Ref starts to go for a count, but Becky Mercy starts rolling over the bodies until she reaches the bottom rope. She slips under and to the outside, falling down to her knee's beside the ring, and flinging the ring skirt out of her way.
PERCY: What the hell is Becky Mercy doing?
CAT: Looks like she's searching for something underneath the ring, and I think I know exactly what it is she's looking for!
Becky Mercy comes back out from under the ring, and slowly rises to her feet, a sadistic grin on her face as she pulls what appears to be a shovel out from under the ring. The fans immediately come to attention, leaving their seats and a huge echo of hums can be heard like human electricity. A-Ref starts admonishing Becky before she ever gets back into the ring, but back into the ring she comes anyways, shoving the official aside, and raising the shovel high over head while standing above one of the Mimes. A-Ref grabs the business end of the shovel, and yanks it right out of Mercy's hands, and the woman gets a wild eyed look as she turns to face the masked man. A-Ref starts to wither under that stare as he sets the shovel back out on the ring apron, and holds his hands out in front of him to try and get Becky to focus back on the match. Just then The French Mime Assassins appear, dumping Becky Mercy right up and over the top rope only to crash and burn on the concrete below.
PERCY: Shades of Bad Moon Rising right there, but they don't see Tracy Sin behind them. Oh no, they just walked right into her, and she's got them both by the throat.....DOUBLE CHOKESLAM TO THE MIMES BY TRACY SIN!!
CAT: Good God! She hoisted them up like they were nothing!
Tracy goes for a pin on one of the mimes.
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THR-KICK OUT! She looks frustrated for just a moment, before spinning around to the other Mime, and hooking his leg for a pin attempt on him.
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THRE-KICK OUT! Tracy sits up on her knee's and roars up into the heavens, beating the sides of her heads with her own fists like a madwoman. She reaches down grabbing both Mimes, and jerks them to their feet.
PERCY: Sin unable to put the Mime's away there, and now she's going absolutely berserk! She's unloading rights and lefts into both Mimes, who are just staggering around taking the punishment like punching bags!
Sin goes for another right hand but, Comme Ca manages to duck underneath it, and sends a swift rabbit like strike into the woman's knee. Tracy sags a bit on that leg, giving Comme Ci on the other side the opportunity to full on kick her square in her other knee. Her tree trunk like leg drops out from under her, and she goes down to eye level with the Mimes, who both fall back into the ropes, and throw matching Yakuza kicks square into her face. Sin hits the mat, grabbing at her jaw, as A-Ref tries to get one of the Mimes out of the ring. Behind his back, Becky Mercy slides in, her recovered shovel in hand, and she rises up to take a swing. The mime, however, see's it coming, and he manages to duck the strike, booting the woman right in her lady parts, and grabbing the shovel out of her hands. Mercy grabs at her lower region, stumbling around the ring in shock and pain. The Mime, seeing A-Ref about to turn around, tosses the shovel back over to Mercy who manages to shakily catch it. He then hit's the canvas with a bump. A-Ref pauses, looking down at the Mime who's clutching his skull, and then over to Becky Mercy who holds the incriminating shovel. She violently shakes her had 'No', but it's too late, as A-Ref turns and calls for the bell.
PERCY: I don't fucking believe it....
CAT: I may not like those black and white clowns, but damn if they aren't clever.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winners of this match by disqualification, and still your PAW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....THE FRENCH MIME ASSASSINS!
Tracy, whose made it to her feet, claws at her face in pure, absolute rage. The French Mime Assassins both start to exit the ring with the championships in hand, but Tracy rushes in and grabs them both by the backs of their shirts, yanking them away from the ropes before they can get away and sending them flailing to the center of the ring.
PERCY: Uh-Oh! Looks like Mercy & Sin have taken exception to this loss!
The Mimes get to their feet and Tracy bull rushes them with a violent and powerful double clothesline that rocks them right back to the canvas. Becky, meanwhile, makes sure to stay out of her violent partner's path of destruction, while patiently waiting for one of the Mimes to be flung her way. She doesn't have to wait long before the Mimes manage to dual attack Tracy, only for her to shove Comme Ca to the ropes where Becky is waiting for him. She swings the shovel like a baseball bat, and the metal strikes him square in the spine. The Mime's back arches, and he falls to his knees in silent pain.
Back in the center of the ring, Tracy has Comme Ci by the throat and lifts him up only to bring him crashing to the canvas with a sloppy but brutal chokeslam! Comme Ca fights to his feet and turns to find Becky now in the ring with him where she swings the Shovel right in his face, the *FWHAPANG!* of the impact reverberating over the crowd as the Mime falls to the canvas with blood trickling down his face from a split in the hairline!
She giggles a bit as she sees the smudged imprint of his face on the end of her shovel. Meanwhile Tracy had Commie Ci across her back, stretching him violently with the scream maker!
TRACY SIN: *ROARING!* SCREAM FOR ME BITCH!!! SSSSCCCCCCRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!
Commie Ci fought so hard to maintain the Mime vow of Silence, but eventually the pain became too much and he let out a mournful cry of sheer agony. Tracy then threw herself back with a violent impact on the canvas that more than likely left him broken. Becky breathed hard and heavy as she rolled out of the ring to swipe a microphone from the prop table. She brought it right to her lips.
BECKY MERCY: If this is how it'll be, we'll break every single last holder and challenger for those Championship belts until there is nobody LEFT!!! I'll take a win by default if I have to ANY DAY!!!
Throwing down the microphone, she and Tracy both leave ringside. Francis Cuppola tries to stop them, holding up paperwork for them to sign. Becky merely laughs at him. Tracy kicks him right in the gut. Becky raises her shovel high and brings it right down on the top of his head, leaving him a busted up and broken heap on the floor. The two then exit ringside while ADDICTION goes to commercial.
REDEMPTION WRESTLING
The scene returns from the commercial to Becky Mercy and Tracy Sin heading down a hallway in the back, when the two immediately stop dead in their tracks. Walking right into frame is Jack Nomad, a man who wasn't event scheduled to compete or appear tonight. Tracy immediately sizes him up and Jack tilted his head back a bit, matching her gaze with a smirk.
BECKY MERCY: Whatcha' want, Hardcore boy?
JACK NOMAD: What I want is irrelevant. What you want is painfully obvious.
TRACY SIN: And what's that, pencil dick?
Jack quirked his brow a bit, tilting his head.
JACK NOMAD: I'll let that slide as I have a proposition for you two ladies. You see, you two are perfect for a little venture I have in mind.
Becky rolled her eyes.
BECKY MERCY: What makes you so special, Jackie? I admit, I like your style, but the last few 'friends' we've had tossed us in the trash and treated us like cheap slave labor.
JACK NOMAD: Simple. Mutual benefit. If you're interested in the details, speak to me after the show.
Jack slips them both a piece of paper.
JACK NOMAD: We'll meet at that location. *He points to the camera* No need for an audience.
With that, he turns and steps past the two women, heading out to leave the wrestling arena for the night.
BECKY MERCY: Whatcha' want, Hardcore boy?
JACK NOMAD: What I want is irrelevant. What you want is painfully obvious.
TRACY SIN: And what's that, pencil dick?
Jack quirked his brow a bit, tilting his head.
JACK NOMAD: I'll let that slide as I have a proposition for you two ladies. You see, you two are perfect for a little venture I have in mind.
Becky rolled her eyes.
BECKY MERCY: What makes you so special, Jackie? I admit, I like your style, but the last few 'friends' we've had tossed us in the trash and treated us like cheap slave labor.
JACK NOMAD: Simple. Mutual benefit. If you're interested in the details, speak to me after the show.
Jack slips them both a piece of paper.
JACK NOMAD: We'll meet at that location. *He points to the camera* No need for an audience.
With that, he turns and steps past the two women, heading out to leave the wrestling arena for the night.
{MAIN EVENT}
Fatal Fourway Elimination Match
Annabel Lee versus Kelsey Spencer versus Leon Cashmere versus Rachel Ellsworth
PERCY: Mercy and Sin just left us speechless out here after what they did to The PAW Tag Team Champions, and now they just got confronted by Jack Nomad.....this can't be good.
CAT: Oh, no, Percy. THIS COULD BE GLORIOUS! Can you imagine if those three ever got together to party. Count me in!
PERCY: To each their own, Cat, but you're frickin' nuts. I guess we'll find out more on that as it develops, but right now, we've got some history to make here tonight.
CAT: I know, and it's going to be awesome. Rhonda, kick that shit!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a Fatal Four Way Elimination Match to crown the first ever PAW Crank Champion! The four competitors will start at the same time, and can win by pinfall or submission. When one of them is eliminated, they will be removed from ringside and the match will continue until there is only one superstar remaining. Under Fatal Four Way rules, there ware no count outs, and no disqualification!
As the opening notes of “Best Day of My Life” hit the sound system Annabel appears at the entrance. A glowing smile is plastered across her face as she starts down the aisle toward the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighting in at 121 pounds, and hailing from Portland, Oregon....this is ANNABEL LEE!!
She can't help but start to dance along with the music about half way to the ring. She slaps a few hands before rolling in under the bottom rope and springing up to her feet. Pressing the fingertips of both hands to her lips, she blows a big kiss out to the audience and bounces up and down in her corner, loosening up for the match.
PERCY: Annabel Lee as excited to be out here as we've ever seen her.
CAT: We'll see how excited she is when she has to go head to head with her bestie.
"First World Anarchist" by The Dollyrots blares through the speakers, and Kelsey bursts out from behind the curtain, brimming with energy.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring, weighting in at 124 pounds, and residing in Baltimore, Maryland...she is 'BLUE THUNDER' KELSEY SPENCER!!
Kelsey is all smiles as she makes her way down the ramp with a spring in her step, stopping to slap the outstretched hands of young fans as she passes. She enters the ring by scaling the turnbuckle on the outside and jumping over the top rope, throwing up the sign of the horns with confidence. She steps over to Annabel, and the two women sociably enjoy a chat while awaiting their opponents.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer and Annabel are looking awfully chummy considering that they are supposed to be against one another. I wonder if that spells out a strategy here.
CAT: I don't know, Percy, but it would be smart if they worked together to ensure one of them becomes the first Crank champion.
Someone call the ambulance...
There's gonna be an accident.
The chorus of 'Infra-Red' by Placebo plays as orange and red lights wash over the arena, the crowd cheering raucously for the young woman that is about to emerge. Not the sort to cool her heels backstage for long, Rachel Ellsworth steps through the curtain and onto the ramp, a mischievous smile on her lips that promises nothing good for the poor sap that's getting into the ring with her tonight. The feisty little redhead raises her fists above her head as she looks out over the crowd, garnering their support while also revving herself up for the match to come. This movement triggers a v-shaped formation of white pyros to go off behind her.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Making her way to the ring, weighting in at 154 pounds, and hailing from Cochranton, Pennsylvania...THE 'ATOMIC' RED HEAD, RACHEL ELLSWORTH!!
Heading down the ramp at a leisurely-enough pace to interact with the fans as she goes, she makes her way into the ring via sliding beneath the bottom rope. Heading over to the nearest turnbuckle, she mounts it and continues eating up the cheers that she's getting from the fans. Ultimately, though, she has to hop down and get ready for her match... and that is exactly what she does, doing a few stretches that could be considered provocative if one has a thing for rudimentary calisthenics. Annabel and Kelsey watch, a little surprised at how their being ignored.
PERCY: Rachel is looking good out here tonight, and after such a sudden ending to her match at Bad Moon Rising, that's not a surprise. She really put the kabosh on Evie Girard and Hunter Storms.
CAT: Yeah, and adding insult by the way she's not really paying any attention to Annabel and Kelsey!
The first chords of "Kashmir" hit and the lights instantly kill except for one spotlight coming up from the bottom of the stage as smoke begins to fill around the area as the slow violin plays. Suddenly the violin stops and the lights kill, the fans pop loudly as the guitars and drums kick in and now standing in the spotlight, which flashes different colors with the smoke all around, is Leon Cashmere standing with his back turned to the audience. His jacket is popped out so you can see the bright CASHMERE across the back of it. He turns around with his jacket still popped and nods as he looks around at the fans with a wide smile before letting his jacket fall, and then begins his walk toward the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing the final participant, weighting in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee...he is the KNOXVILLE NIGHTMARE, LEON CASHMERE!!
He makes his way down the ramp, and leaps onto the apron, holding onto the ropes and sliding along with his knee pads before he turns around and looks at the fans once more. Finally he stands up and wipes his feet on the apron before he climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle and pops his jacket open again, and punches the top of the turnbuckle pad before leaping into the ring. He stares across the ring at the two ladies still huddled together, and then flashes an eye to his Bad Moon Rising tag partner. With a wink, he falls back into a corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
PERCY: Well, all four competitors are in the ring, and A-Ref is going over the rules, but I think everyone's got it. This is going to be one hell of a Donny-Brook to decide our first ever Crank Champion, a title as Lady Munin pointed out, is to be defended once every show cycle with no exceptions.
CAT: That's right, Percy. Whoever wins this match is not only going to be champion, but is also going to undergo one of the most grueling schedules in PAW. There's no vacation when you're on the Crank.
Cat laughs at her little joke, while Percy rolls his eyes, and A-Ref calls for the bell. At first, all four competitors just stand in their corners looking tense and ready for action. Annabel and Kelsey say something to one another, prompting a glance between Cashmere and Ellsworth right before the Knoxville Nightmare and The Atomic Red Head break out of their corners and rush in on the two women. Spencer & Lee, however, anticipated the move, and duck in either direction out of harms way. When Cashmere and Ellsworth turn back around, they are met with dropkicks in stereo by Kelsey & Annabel, which sends them crashing to the mat, and rolling in opposite directions to the outside. Annabel and Kelsey salute one another, and then one takes off for the north ropes, while the other breaks off to the east. The two women begin running the ropes, crisscrossing in the center. As soon as Ellsworth is up on her side, and Cashmere is up on his, the two women do one final pass to those sides of the ring before grabbing the top rope, and front flipping over and down onto their opponents. The crowd comes to their feet in applause and cheers, as all four competitors try and recover at ringside.
PERCY: Good Lord! This match has only been official for sixty seconds, and all four competitors are already wiped out!
CAT: If the action earlier is any indicator, that's what we can look forward to on ADDICTION! Hard Hitting and Fast Paced!
Annabel is the first to her feet, helping Rachel Ellsworth up and laying into the woman with a fiery chop. The fans answer with a 'Woooo', and Annabel answers them with another one. Rachel stumbles away holding her chest, trying to put distance between herself and the rookie upstart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Kelsey has risen and pulls Cashmere up to his feet as well. Just when it looks like she might toss him back into the ring, he drives an elbow into her abdomen causing her to back away doubled over. A knee lift sends her falling back against the announce table, where Leon get's a fist full of her hair, and drives her face first down into the hard surface. He never once relents as he pulls her right back out to the center of the aisle, and whips her hard towards the steel guard rail. Spencer strikes the steel and dumps right up and over out into the front row at the fan's feet. They all pat her on the back and try to help her up, as Leon makes his way in that direction.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer up close and personal with the crowd, but not in the way she's used to! Over on the other side, Annabel just tossed Rachel Ellsworth back into the ring after one of those vicious chops of hers.
CAT: I won't be satisfied until I see one of these uppity bitches use a weapon of some kind.
Cashmere reaches over the guard rail to help Kelsey up to her feet, but she wraps her hands around the back of his head and drops straight down to her knee's, driving him throat first across the top of the steel. He falls back a few steps clutching at his throat and trying to catch his breath, when he hops up to the top of the guard rail, and flies off with a clothesline that takes them both down to the concrete. Kelsey rolls up to her feet with an arm raised, and the fans cheer as she moves back in to help Leon back to his feet. She boots him in the stomach, and then hooks him around the head, where she attempts a suplex. The larger man is able to block the move, hooks her by the tights, and takes her over for a suplex instead. Both strike the concrete and clutch at their backs, Kelsey taking the brunt of the impact, and thus the worse for wear.
Inside the ring Ellsworth gets to her feet just as Annabel rolls under the bottom rope, and she reigns stomps down onto the woman before she can even get her barrings. Annabel manages to work her way up to a vertical base but is kicked right into a corner by Ellsworth, who finishes her series off with a headbutt that leaves the woman stunned. Rachel takes Lee by the wrist, and whips her hard to the opposite side, where she strikes the turnbuckles with authority before stumbling out grabbing at her spine. Ellsworth charges in with a running European uppercut that sends Annabel crashing to the mat, and immediately follows it with an elbow. She remains in position for a pin.
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PERCY: Annabel out at two, and now Ellsworth just pulled her up into a seated position, and yanks her head back into a dragon sleeper! Annabel is grasping out in front of herself in a panic, but there isn't anything there but air!
CAT: Could see a submission before this is over...but look right here in front of us! Cashmere has Spencer up, lifts her into a bear hug, and RUNS HER SPINE FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!
Leon Cashmere takes a step back, and Kelsey Spencer slides down the ring post to a seated position with pain etched across her face. He receives a mixed reaction from the crowd when he looks to them for approval, and he just winks at them before turning to observe what's going on in the ring. Annabel has managed to get to her knee's despite the unusual position that Rachel has her neck pulled back in, and has forced her way over to just within reach of the ropes. Rachel continues to maintain the hold like a savage pit bull, but Annabel reaches with desperation and grabs hold of the middle rope. A-Ref calls for a break, but Rachel Ellsworth shakes her head no, and he begins to berate her despite having no way of stopping her.
PERCY: Come on, Annabel has reached the ropes, but Rachel Ellsworth refuses to release the hold.
CAT: What part of No Disqualification do you and that idiot referee not understand?
PERCY: I get that, Cat, but some things should still hold firm. It's an obvious rope break.
While the controversy continues, Leon Cashmere has slipped into the ring behind his Bad Moon Rising partner and simply lies in wait, not really carrying if she eliminates Annabel from the match or not. Rachel, finally having enough of A-Refs mouth, releases the hold and indicates with her hands, 'There, you happy now', before unsuspectingly turning around. Cashmere is there with a boot to her midsection that doubles her over, and he double underhooks the arms before lifting her up into a flip that ends with her crashing down across his knee.
PERCY: TACTICAL NUKE BY CASHMERE!
CAT: He's going for the cover!
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RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Rachel Ellsworth has been eliminated!
PERCY: I can't believe it! Rachel was caught completely off guard by that move, and got taken out!
CAT: Shades of Bad Moon Rising and what she did to Evie with the Code Red.
PERCY: I guess you're going to have to develop eyes in the back of your head with a match like this.
CAT: No doubt.
Leon Cashmere watches as Rachel Ellsworth rolls out of the ring in disbelief, clutching at her back as she makes her way up the ramp. Meanwhile, he doesn't notice Annabel Lee, who looks worse for wear, sneaking in behind him for a desperation move. She hooks him around the waist, taking him completely by surprise, and runs him chest first into the ropes. When the two rebound, she doesn't let go, but rather falls backwards, rolling him up onto his shoulders while she comes up to sit on the back of his legs for a pin.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Not to reiterate what we just said, but damn! Cashmere almost got taken out there cause he was focused on someone else.
Annabel clutches at her neck, but manages to turn towards Cashmere just as he comes up to his feet and explodes forwards with a lariat that takes her head off. Cashmere doesn't waste much time as he snatches Annabel up off the canvas, hooks her around the head, and delivers a neck breaker. Annabel cries out, grabbing at the back of her head where the base of the skull meets the neck, while Cashmere gets up to plan his next move.
PERCY: Cashmere obviously saw the damage Ellsworth was doing to Annabel's neck, and has decided to capitalize on it.
CAT: Smart move. Why not take advantage of what someone else has set you up for?
Leon helps Annabel back to her feet, and leads her over to a corner, where he slams her face first into the top turnbuckle. He then spins her around to where they are both facing the interior of the ring, standing side by side, and he hooks her around the head, and loops his foot so that it's behind her calf, and then tips backwards into a Russian leg sweep. Cashmere manages to let go at the last second and get out of harm's way, but the back of Annabel's skull strikes the bottom turnbuckle, and her head whiplashes violently.
PERCY: MY GOD! Cashmere may have just broke the poor girl's neck!
CAT: Hey, she knew what she was signing up for when she got in this thing. That was innovative as hell.
Cashmere grabs Annabel by an arm and a leg, and drags her away from the ropes so that he can drop down for a cover.
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THRE-Out of nowhere Kelsey Spencer appears on the ring apron, and cuts a front flip right over the top rope that brings the back of her heel down across the back of Cashmere's head, breaking the count. Kelsey pops up, and Cashmere is quick to follow, but she manages to catch him with a boot to the midsection, followed by a reverse side kick to the head as he doubles over. The kick sends Cashmere stumbling into the ropes, and Kelsey is on him with right hands before whipping him to the other side. Cashmere manages to hold onto the woman's wrist, and reverses the throw, sending Spencer instead. Kelsey hit's off the ropes, and rushes back to meet Leon in the center of the ring, but ducks his clothesline attempt. Hitting the ropes a second time, she comes back only for Cashmere to lower his head for a back body drop. Kelsey manages to put on the brakes right in front of him, tucks his head between her legs, and then grabs a fist full of tights as she sits straight back for a pull down pile driver. She barely manages to flip Cashmere over onto her back, when she here's a call off to the right of her. She looks up to see Annabel perched on the top rope motioning for her to get out of the way. Kelsey quickly moves, and the fans come to their feet as Annabel comes soaring off the top down onto Leon with a corkscrew elbow drop.
PERCY: BEL-AIR BY ANNABEL LEE! She's motioning for Kelsey to help her.....BOTH WOMEN ARE HOLDING CASHMERE DOWN FOR THE PIN!
CAT: They are some smart bitches...
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RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Leon Cashmere has been eliminated!
PERCY: Well, now we're down to two, Cat, and they're best friends!
CAT: Friends or not, this is about becoming the first ever Crank Champion. They better put that shit out the window, and focus on what's important here.
The fans are electric as Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer watch Leon Cashmere exit the ring. When the two women face back towards one another, Kelsey smiles, and shrugs, causing Annabel to giggle and do the same. The two women begin to circle one another in the center of the ring, and exchange a brief handshake before locking up. Kelsey pulls Annabel's head down into a headlock, and Lee immediately starts pushing her towards the ropes. She sends her to the far sides, forcing the separation, and Kelsey rebounds only to walk right into a hip toss attempt by Annabel. Kelsey floats over and in front of Lee, and lands on the other side, trying to send her for a hip toss of her own. Annabel manages to block the move, sends a knee into Kelsey's midsection, and places the back of her leg across Spencer's head for a famasser. Kelsey, however, abruptly stands up, sending Annabel up into a back flip. Annabel manages to land on her feet, and Kelsey goes for a boot to the gut, but Lee manages to catch it. She spins her by her foot so that Kelsey does a complete 360 in the center of the ring, and swings wild with a clothesline to take the woman's head off. Spencer ducks the move, running towards the ropes in front of her, and Annabel continues her momentum despite the miss, to hit the ropes in front of her. Both women come rushing back at one another, and when they reach the center of the ring, they spring into action, catching one another with a double clothesline. The ladies crash to the canvas in exhaustion, the effects of this type of match starting to really show.
PERCY: Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer showing how well they know each other, going move for move, reversal after reversal, until finally both going down thanks to the same idea.
CAT: Not to mention they've already had at least 20 minutes of wrestling, and two other opponents to contend with in this match. They're spent up.
A-Ref starts a count, but already both women are struggling to get to their feet. Kelsey manages to beat Annabel, and slides forwards quickly to hook her around the waist, and take her over back to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. She hooks the leg for the cover.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Annabel just barely got the shoulder up, and Kelsey is sluggishly getting them back up to their feet.
As soon as the two women are vertical, Annabel surprises everyone by tossing Kelsey's hands away from her, slipping her head under the womans arm while wrapping her arms around her waist, and takes her over for a flawless northern lights suplex with a bridge for the pin.
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CAT: THRE-KICK OUT! Percy, they're starting to make me tired!
Annabel gets to her feet, but stumbles over to the ropes to use them to help keep herself upright. Kelsey crawls up to her knee's, and then to her feet, grabbing at the ropes on the opposite side for support. The cheers come down for both women as they glance over at one another, nodding their heads to some unspoken sentiment between them. At the same time, both of them dart out at one another, Annabel going for a jumping leg lariat. Kelsey see's it coming, and drops down into a baseball slide, skidding across the canvas on her hip as Annabel lands unceremoniously behind her. She pops up to meet Annabel, who's already coming to her feet, and nails her with a flying forearm smash. The momentum takes both ladies to the canvas, Annabel hitting much harder, and holding onto her face. Kelsey rolls with the momentum, and gets to her feet as quickly as possible, heading out to the ring apron, and then climbing the nearby turnbuckle. The fans get to their feet as she reaches the top, and she sends them all a nod, before leaping off and crashing down across Annabel with a frog splash. Kelsey bounces off, clutching at her own midsection, before scrambling back over and hooking the leg deep for a cover.
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THREKICKOUT! The entire arena explodes as Kelsey sits there, still partially draped over her friend, in utter disbelief.
PERCY: My God that was close! If there had been even a nanosecond longer we'd be crowning Kelsey Spencer the new Crank Champion.
CAT: Yeah, but Annabel Lee just showed that she's ready for the prime time, baby.
Kelsey slowly gets to her feet, looking down at her friend, unsure of what she should do next. She looks out at the crowd who are still standing, and giving them both a roaring ovation, and she nods to them before reaching down and pulling Annabel to her feet. Spencer wraps her arms around Annabel's waist, and hoists her up into powerbomb position, spinning around to go for her patented Blue Thunder Bomb. From out of nowhere, Annabel pushes off the top of Spencer's head, landing on her feet in front of her before she can complete the revolution. Kelsey is completely taken by surprise when Annabel nails her with a spinning heel kick that sends Spencer back into the ropes, and when she's thrown forward she's caught right in the face with a second one.
PERCY: ANNABELL RINGER! I can't believe it! I don't think anyone can believe it!
CAT: She's not done either!
Annabel comes up off the canvas and it's obvious that she's a little out of it as she makes her way to the corner in a stumbling fashion. She turns around to face Kelsey, who's doing her best to get back on her feet. Annabel, exhausted, starts to run in place, swinging her arms out in front of her. When Kelsey is upright, Annabel charges out of her station, leaping into the air and drawing both of her knee's up to her chest. She collides with Spencer, who goes down in a heap, and Annabel falls on top of her, yanking her leg back deep.
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PERCY: OH MY GOD! Annabel Lee just became the first ever Crank Champion!
CAT: Now that's one hell of a triumph story right there.
The bell sounds, and Annabel comes to her feet with a third wind kind of energy, her face a mingling of shock and joy. Tears begin to come as the idea of victory begins to settle in, and A-Ref takes the Crank Championship from the ring tech, and lifts her arm in the air with one hand, while handing her the championship with the other.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match, and NEW CRANK CHAMPION....ANNABEL LEE!!
The fans roar their approval as Annabel takes the championship in her hands, and drops to her knees, resting her forehead against the face plate. When she looks up she has a huge smile on her face, and she wipes at her eyes even though it's obvious the tears aren't going anywhere. Kelsey Spencer makes it to her feet, and steps over to a corner, bowing her head against the turnbuckle in disappointment. She shakes her head, followed by a nod, and steps out of the corner to confront the new champion. When Annabel turns around, and see's Kelsey, she wipes her eyes once more, doing her best to keep her composure. She folds the championship up into one arm, and then extends the other in an act of sportsmanship. Kelsey stares at her for a moment, the crowd cheering, begging her just to take the outstretched hand. Finally, after a few more seconds of deliberation, Kelsey knocks Annabel's hand out of the way, and locks her in a tight embrace. She kisses her on top of the head, and Annabel starts tearing up again as Kelsey lifts her hand up in victory. Spencer eventually lets go, and gives a final nod before exiting the ring and making her way up the ramp. Annabel continues her celebration, taking a turnbuckle, and pumping her fist into the air with a glowing smile on her face. The fans respond right back with fist pumps of their own, and the camera zooms in on Annabel and the championship one more time before fading to the PAW logo, and then to black.
Cat laughs at her little joke, while Percy rolls his eyes, and A-Ref calls for the bell. At first, all four competitors just stand in their corners looking tense and ready for action. Annabel and Kelsey say something to one another, prompting a glance between Cashmere and Ellsworth right before the Knoxville Nightmare and The Atomic Red Head break out of their corners and rush in on the two women. Spencer & Lee, however, anticipated the move, and duck in either direction out of harms way. When Cashmere and Ellsworth turn back around, they are met with dropkicks in stereo by Kelsey & Annabel, which sends them crashing to the mat, and rolling in opposite directions to the outside. Annabel and Kelsey salute one another, and then one takes off for the north ropes, while the other breaks off to the east. The two women begin running the ropes, crisscrossing in the center. As soon as Ellsworth is up on her side, and Cashmere is up on his, the two women do one final pass to those sides of the ring before grabbing the top rope, and front flipping over and down onto their opponents. The crowd comes to their feet in applause and cheers, as all four competitors try and recover at ringside.
PERCY: Good Lord! This match has only been official for sixty seconds, and all four competitors are already wiped out!
CAT: If the action earlier is any indicator, that's what we can look forward to on ADDICTION! Hard Hitting and Fast Paced!
Annabel is the first to her feet, helping Rachel Ellsworth up and laying into the woman with a fiery chop. The fans answer with a 'Woooo', and Annabel answers them with another one. Rachel stumbles away holding her chest, trying to put distance between herself and the rookie upstart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Kelsey has risen and pulls Cashmere up to his feet as well. Just when it looks like she might toss him back into the ring, he drives an elbow into her abdomen causing her to back away doubled over. A knee lift sends her falling back against the announce table, where Leon get's a fist full of her hair, and drives her face first down into the hard surface. He never once relents as he pulls her right back out to the center of the aisle, and whips her hard towards the steel guard rail. Spencer strikes the steel and dumps right up and over out into the front row at the fan's feet. They all pat her on the back and try to help her up, as Leon makes his way in that direction.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer up close and personal with the crowd, but not in the way she's used to! Over on the other side, Annabel just tossed Rachel Ellsworth back into the ring after one of those vicious chops of hers.
CAT: I won't be satisfied until I see one of these uppity bitches use a weapon of some kind.
Cashmere reaches over the guard rail to help Kelsey up to her feet, but she wraps her hands around the back of his head and drops straight down to her knee's, driving him throat first across the top of the steel. He falls back a few steps clutching at his throat and trying to catch his breath, when he hops up to the top of the guard rail, and flies off with a clothesline that takes them both down to the concrete. Kelsey rolls up to her feet with an arm raised, and the fans cheer as she moves back in to help Leon back to his feet. She boots him in the stomach, and then hooks him around the head, where she attempts a suplex. The larger man is able to block the move, hooks her by the tights, and takes her over for a suplex instead. Both strike the concrete and clutch at their backs, Kelsey taking the brunt of the impact, and thus the worse for wear.
Inside the ring Ellsworth gets to her feet just as Annabel rolls under the bottom rope, and she reigns stomps down onto the woman before she can even get her barrings. Annabel manages to work her way up to a vertical base but is kicked right into a corner by Ellsworth, who finishes her series off with a headbutt that leaves the woman stunned. Rachel takes Lee by the wrist, and whips her hard to the opposite side, where she strikes the turnbuckles with authority before stumbling out grabbing at her spine. Ellsworth charges in with a running European uppercut that sends Annabel crashing to the mat, and immediately follows it with an elbow. She remains in position for a pin.
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PERCY: Annabel out at two, and now Ellsworth just pulled her up into a seated position, and yanks her head back into a dragon sleeper! Annabel is grasping out in front of herself in a panic, but there isn't anything there but air!
CAT: Could see a submission before this is over...but look right here in front of us! Cashmere has Spencer up, lifts her into a bear hug, and RUNS HER SPINE FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!
Leon Cashmere takes a step back, and Kelsey Spencer slides down the ring post to a seated position with pain etched across her face. He receives a mixed reaction from the crowd when he looks to them for approval, and he just winks at them before turning to observe what's going on in the ring. Annabel has managed to get to her knee's despite the unusual position that Rachel has her neck pulled back in, and has forced her way over to just within reach of the ropes. Rachel continues to maintain the hold like a savage pit bull, but Annabel reaches with desperation and grabs hold of the middle rope. A-Ref calls for a break, but Rachel Ellsworth shakes her head no, and he begins to berate her despite having no way of stopping her.
PERCY: Come on, Annabel has reached the ropes, but Rachel Ellsworth refuses to release the hold.
CAT: What part of No Disqualification do you and that idiot referee not understand?
PERCY: I get that, Cat, but some things should still hold firm. It's an obvious rope break.
While the controversy continues, Leon Cashmere has slipped into the ring behind his Bad Moon Rising partner and simply lies in wait, not really carrying if she eliminates Annabel from the match or not. Rachel, finally having enough of A-Refs mouth, releases the hold and indicates with her hands, 'There, you happy now', before unsuspectingly turning around. Cashmere is there with a boot to her midsection that doubles her over, and he double underhooks the arms before lifting her up into a flip that ends with her crashing down across his knee.
PERCY: TACTICAL NUKE BY CASHMERE!
CAT: He's going for the cover!
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RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Rachel Ellsworth has been eliminated!
PERCY: I can't believe it! Rachel was caught completely off guard by that move, and got taken out!
CAT: Shades of Bad Moon Rising and what she did to Evie with the Code Red.
PERCY: I guess you're going to have to develop eyes in the back of your head with a match like this.
CAT: No doubt.
Leon Cashmere watches as Rachel Ellsworth rolls out of the ring in disbelief, clutching at her back as she makes her way up the ramp. Meanwhile, he doesn't notice Annabel Lee, who looks worse for wear, sneaking in behind him for a desperation move. She hooks him around the waist, taking him completely by surprise, and runs him chest first into the ropes. When the two rebound, she doesn't let go, but rather falls backwards, rolling him up onto his shoulders while she comes up to sit on the back of his legs for a pin.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Not to reiterate what we just said, but damn! Cashmere almost got taken out there cause he was focused on someone else.
Annabel clutches at her neck, but manages to turn towards Cashmere just as he comes up to his feet and explodes forwards with a lariat that takes her head off. Cashmere doesn't waste much time as he snatches Annabel up off the canvas, hooks her around the head, and delivers a neck breaker. Annabel cries out, grabbing at the back of her head where the base of the skull meets the neck, while Cashmere gets up to plan his next move.
PERCY: Cashmere obviously saw the damage Ellsworth was doing to Annabel's neck, and has decided to capitalize on it.
CAT: Smart move. Why not take advantage of what someone else has set you up for?
Leon helps Annabel back to her feet, and leads her over to a corner, where he slams her face first into the top turnbuckle. He then spins her around to where they are both facing the interior of the ring, standing side by side, and he hooks her around the head, and loops his foot so that it's behind her calf, and then tips backwards into a Russian leg sweep. Cashmere manages to let go at the last second and get out of harm's way, but the back of Annabel's skull strikes the bottom turnbuckle, and her head whiplashes violently.
PERCY: MY GOD! Cashmere may have just broke the poor girl's neck!
CAT: Hey, she knew what she was signing up for when she got in this thing. That was innovative as hell.
Cashmere grabs Annabel by an arm and a leg, and drags her away from the ropes so that he can drop down for a cover.
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THRE-Out of nowhere Kelsey Spencer appears on the ring apron, and cuts a front flip right over the top rope that brings the back of her heel down across the back of Cashmere's head, breaking the count. Kelsey pops up, and Cashmere is quick to follow, but she manages to catch him with a boot to the midsection, followed by a reverse side kick to the head as he doubles over. The kick sends Cashmere stumbling into the ropes, and Kelsey is on him with right hands before whipping him to the other side. Cashmere manages to hold onto the woman's wrist, and reverses the throw, sending Spencer instead. Kelsey hit's off the ropes, and rushes back to meet Leon in the center of the ring, but ducks his clothesline attempt. Hitting the ropes a second time, she comes back only for Cashmere to lower his head for a back body drop. Kelsey manages to put on the brakes right in front of him, tucks his head between her legs, and then grabs a fist full of tights as she sits straight back for a pull down pile driver. She barely manages to flip Cashmere over onto her back, when she here's a call off to the right of her. She looks up to see Annabel perched on the top rope motioning for her to get out of the way. Kelsey quickly moves, and the fans come to their feet as Annabel comes soaring off the top down onto Leon with a corkscrew elbow drop.
PERCY: BEL-AIR BY ANNABEL LEE! She's motioning for Kelsey to help her.....BOTH WOMEN ARE HOLDING CASHMERE DOWN FOR THE PIN!
CAT: They are some smart bitches...
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RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Leon Cashmere has been eliminated!
PERCY: Well, now we're down to two, Cat, and they're best friends!
CAT: Friends or not, this is about becoming the first ever Crank Champion. They better put that shit out the window, and focus on what's important here.
The fans are electric as Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer watch Leon Cashmere exit the ring. When the two women face back towards one another, Kelsey smiles, and shrugs, causing Annabel to giggle and do the same. The two women begin to circle one another in the center of the ring, and exchange a brief handshake before locking up. Kelsey pulls Annabel's head down into a headlock, and Lee immediately starts pushing her towards the ropes. She sends her to the far sides, forcing the separation, and Kelsey rebounds only to walk right into a hip toss attempt by Annabel. Kelsey floats over and in front of Lee, and lands on the other side, trying to send her for a hip toss of her own. Annabel manages to block the move, sends a knee into Kelsey's midsection, and places the back of her leg across Spencer's head for a famasser. Kelsey, however, abruptly stands up, sending Annabel up into a back flip. Annabel manages to land on her feet, and Kelsey goes for a boot to the gut, but Lee manages to catch it. She spins her by her foot so that Kelsey does a complete 360 in the center of the ring, and swings wild with a clothesline to take the woman's head off. Spencer ducks the move, running towards the ropes in front of her, and Annabel continues her momentum despite the miss, to hit the ropes in front of her. Both women come rushing back at one another, and when they reach the center of the ring, they spring into action, catching one another with a double clothesline. The ladies crash to the canvas in exhaustion, the effects of this type of match starting to really show.
PERCY: Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer showing how well they know each other, going move for move, reversal after reversal, until finally both going down thanks to the same idea.
CAT: Not to mention they've already had at least 20 minutes of wrestling, and two other opponents to contend with in this match. They're spent up.
A-Ref starts a count, but already both women are struggling to get to their feet. Kelsey manages to beat Annabel, and slides forwards quickly to hook her around the waist, and take her over back to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. She hooks the leg for the cover.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Annabel just barely got the shoulder up, and Kelsey is sluggishly getting them back up to their feet.
As soon as the two women are vertical, Annabel surprises everyone by tossing Kelsey's hands away from her, slipping her head under the womans arm while wrapping her arms around her waist, and takes her over for a flawless northern lights suplex with a bridge for the pin.
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CAT: THRE-KICK OUT! Percy, they're starting to make me tired!
Annabel gets to her feet, but stumbles over to the ropes to use them to help keep herself upright. Kelsey crawls up to her knee's, and then to her feet, grabbing at the ropes on the opposite side for support. The cheers come down for both women as they glance over at one another, nodding their heads to some unspoken sentiment between them. At the same time, both of them dart out at one another, Annabel going for a jumping leg lariat. Kelsey see's it coming, and drops down into a baseball slide, skidding across the canvas on her hip as Annabel lands unceremoniously behind her. She pops up to meet Annabel, who's already coming to her feet, and nails her with a flying forearm smash. The momentum takes both ladies to the canvas, Annabel hitting much harder, and holding onto her face. Kelsey rolls with the momentum, and gets to her feet as quickly as possible, heading out to the ring apron, and then climbing the nearby turnbuckle. The fans get to their feet as she reaches the top, and she sends them all a nod, before leaping off and crashing down across Annabel with a frog splash. Kelsey bounces off, clutching at her own midsection, before scrambling back over and hooking the leg deep for a cover.
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THREKICKOUT! The entire arena explodes as Kelsey sits there, still partially draped over her friend, in utter disbelief.
PERCY: My God that was close! If there had been even a nanosecond longer we'd be crowning Kelsey Spencer the new Crank Champion.
CAT: Yeah, but Annabel Lee just showed that she's ready for the prime time, baby.
Kelsey slowly gets to her feet, looking down at her friend, unsure of what she should do next. She looks out at the crowd who are still standing, and giving them both a roaring ovation, and she nods to them before reaching down and pulling Annabel to her feet. Spencer wraps her arms around Annabel's waist, and hoists her up into powerbomb position, spinning around to go for her patented Blue Thunder Bomb. From out of nowhere, Annabel pushes off the top of Spencer's head, landing on her feet in front of her before she can complete the revolution. Kelsey is completely taken by surprise when Annabel nails her with a spinning heel kick that sends Spencer back into the ropes, and when she's thrown forward she's caught right in the face with a second one.
PERCY: ANNABELL RINGER! I can't believe it! I don't think anyone can believe it!
CAT: She's not done either!
Annabel comes up off the canvas and it's obvious that she's a little out of it as she makes her way to the corner in a stumbling fashion. She turns around to face Kelsey, who's doing her best to get back on her feet. Annabel, exhausted, starts to run in place, swinging her arms out in front of her. When Kelsey is upright, Annabel charges out of her station, leaping into the air and drawing both of her knee's up to her chest. She collides with Spencer, who goes down in a heap, and Annabel falls on top of her, yanking her leg back deep.
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PERCY: OH MY GOD! Annabel Lee just became the first ever Crank Champion!
CAT: Now that's one hell of a triumph story right there.
The bell sounds, and Annabel comes to her feet with a third wind kind of energy, her face a mingling of shock and joy. Tears begin to come as the idea of victory begins to settle in, and A-Ref takes the Crank Championship from the ring tech, and lifts her arm in the air with one hand, while handing her the championship with the other.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match, and NEW CRANK CHAMPION....ANNABEL LEE!!
The fans roar their approval as Annabel takes the championship in her hands, and drops to her knees, resting her forehead against the face plate. When she looks up she has a huge smile on her face, and she wipes at her eyes even though it's obvious the tears aren't going anywhere. Kelsey Spencer makes it to her feet, and steps over to a corner, bowing her head against the turnbuckle in disappointment. She shakes her head, followed by a nod, and steps out of the corner to confront the new champion. When Annabel turns around, and see's Kelsey, she wipes her eyes once more, doing her best to keep her composure. She folds the championship up into one arm, and then extends the other in an act of sportsmanship. Kelsey stares at her for a moment, the crowd cheering, begging her just to take the outstretched hand. Finally, after a few more seconds of deliberation, Kelsey knocks Annabel's hand out of the way, and locks her in a tight embrace. She kisses her on top of the head, and Annabel starts tearing up again as Kelsey lifts her hand up in victory. Spencer eventually lets go, and gives a final nod before exiting the ring and making her way up the ramp. Annabel continues her celebration, taking a turnbuckle, and pumping her fist into the air with a glowing smile on her face. The fans respond right back with fist pumps of their own, and the camera zooms in on Annabel and the championship one more time before fading to the PAW logo, and then to black.
