Post by The BombTrax on Oct 1, 2016 19:48:54 GMT
Live From The Pure Arena
Purity, LA
Thursday, October 13th, 2016 at 10 pm CST
'Get High' by Rob Zombie begins to play and clips and highlights from WICKED Live Episode#3 scroll through; Chris McKenzie forcing the 'Greek God' Roscar to tap out to the Virus; The ice cold face of Hunter Storms as he walks past the camera man who had found Leon Cashmere and Spencer Thompson laid out in their locker rooms; Cake's valiant fight against Deus, who ultimately won the contest only to walk into a devastating force known as The BombTrax; The epic bout between the PAW Tag Team Champions, and Mikael eventual victory over his partner Adam Wolfe; Finally, several highlights of Kelsey Spencer and Cross Recoba, the surprise victory, and the two of them being good sports after the match.
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: Hello everyone, I'm Percivail Banion Chord and this is my partner in crime, Caitlin Casey, and welcome to ADDICTION#4!
CAT: So excited tonight! We get to see who the fifth participant is going to be in the Seven Deadly Sins Ladder Match in our Main Event!
PERCY: Indeed, Annabel Lee will be taking on Caroline O'hara Burchill for that coveted spot, and one of those two ladies could go on to become PAW Heavyweight Champion at the PPV!
CAT: Maybe, but they got some stiff competition, not to mention there's still one more spot that no one has even mentioned. I wonder who it's going to be.
PERCY: I have a few guesses, but I think I'm going to keep those to myself for now. Before that match, however, we have plenty of more PAW action to lead up to it.
CAT: Damn Straight! We got Hunter Storms, who's been running wild through PAW as of late, defending his newly won Crank Championship against Aokigahara Zombie, and something tells me that those two are going to go balls to the wall.
PERCY: Yes, their styles are very smash mouth, and both are accomplished mat wrestlers and technicians. We also have the return of The Midnight King in his debut match here on ADDICTION, taking on The Virus, Chris McKenzie, who had a successful debut match on the last episode of WICKED.
CAT: Yeah, I'm just glad that guy's finally here. All those weird hype interruptions were starting to give me a headache. I get dizzy around flashing lights.
PERCY: Ummm, maybe you picked the wrong profession then, cause there's sure to be a camera flashes when Flaming Youth makes his debut on ADDICTION, squaring off with the Enhancement Talent's 'Country Fine' James Radford.
CAT: Bitch, please. After what The BombTrax did to Deus on the last episode of WICKED, he'll be lucky if he even makes it out to the ring.
PERCY: Would you want to attack one of The BombTrax after taking a beating like that?
CAT: Ok, I see your point. Anyways, that's the rundown Percy, and I think it's time to get this party started.
PERCY: Good enough for me, Cat, let's start the show!
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: Hello everyone, I'm Percivail Banion Chord and this is my partner in crime, Caitlin Casey, and welcome to ADDICTION#4!
CAT: So excited tonight! We get to see who the fifth participant is going to be in the Seven Deadly Sins Ladder Match in our Main Event!
PERCY: Indeed, Annabel Lee will be taking on Caroline O'hara Burchill for that coveted spot, and one of those two ladies could go on to become PAW Heavyweight Champion at the PPV!
CAT: Maybe, but they got some stiff competition, not to mention there's still one more spot that no one has even mentioned. I wonder who it's going to be.
PERCY: I have a few guesses, but I think I'm going to keep those to myself for now. Before that match, however, we have plenty of more PAW action to lead up to it.
CAT: Damn Straight! We got Hunter Storms, who's been running wild through PAW as of late, defending his newly won Crank Championship against Aokigahara Zombie, and something tells me that those two are going to go balls to the wall.
PERCY: Yes, their styles are very smash mouth, and both are accomplished mat wrestlers and technicians. We also have the return of The Midnight King in his debut match here on ADDICTION, taking on The Virus, Chris McKenzie, who had a successful debut match on the last episode of WICKED.
CAT: Yeah, I'm just glad that guy's finally here. All those weird hype interruptions were starting to give me a headache. I get dizzy around flashing lights.
PERCY: Ummm, maybe you picked the wrong profession then, cause there's sure to be a camera flashes when Flaming Youth makes his debut on ADDICTION, squaring off with the Enhancement Talent's 'Country Fine' James Radford.
CAT: Bitch, please. After what The BombTrax did to Deus on the last episode of WICKED, he'll be lucky if he even makes it out to the ring.
PERCY: Would you want to attack one of The BombTrax after taking a beating like that?
CAT: Ok, I see your point. Anyways, that's the rundown Percy, and I think it's time to get this party started.
PERCY: Good enough for me, Cat, let's start the show!
Opening Bout
Singles Match
The Lost Boyz versus The French Mime Assassins
"La Marseillaise", the French national anthem begins. The Mimes come down side-by-side looking ready for a fight.
PERCY: Oh boy, here they come.
CAT: The clowns… kill me now.
Behind the mimes in lockstep is the always classy pairing of Francis Ford Cuppola and his ever-present assistant Rodney P.
PERCY: At last Wicked, the mimes went on a tear. Albeit wrecking people that had no reason to be attacked. Should be interesting to see if Gary the test pilot and Todd the loading dock supervisor come out to take revenge on the mimes.
CAT: This might be the cleverest thing you’ve ever said, Percy.
PERCY: I do try. Oh, and look: a rare appearance from the man himself.
CAT: Mr. Cuppola is a tool. Poor Rodney.
PERCY: You have a thing for black men, Cat?
CAT: Why does it have to equate to the color of his skin, Percy? Rodney is the sole voice of reason in this gang of misfits. So what if I appreciate his physical attributes as well?
PERCY: Fair enough.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Making their way to the ring, accompanied by their managers, Francis Ford Cuppola and Rodney P….
As the mimes fake mime high fives to a fan at the guardrail, they promptly, and egregiously pull their gloved hands away from the unsuspecting fools and are met with boos.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: …THE FRENCH…. MIME…. ASSASSSSSINNNNNSSSSS!
Francis brushes past the mimes with a determined look in his eye, Rodney P follows suit behind him. Both men climb into the ring. The mimes wave to the crowd on their way down the ramp, which turns into a ‘kiss my posterior’ exaggeration before the mimes climb up onto the ring apron to follow Francis and Rodney.
Francis immediately grabs the mic out of Rebekah Anderson’s hands and confidently and arrogantly paces the ring with a conniving grin as the mimes move into their corner.
PERCY: Oh Lord help us, he’s gonna say something.
'La Marseillaise' cuts.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: All right cut that music—
Francis notices the music has already been cut before his order to do so.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: See that? I told them to do that, Rodney.
Francis gloats back at Rodney who shrugs like he wants to get this over with while maintaining a level of professionalism in the face of his employers consistently bizarre antics. A resounding boo sounds through the crowd as Francis continues.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What I’m really out here to say is that you all think there’s going to be a match tonight? Well, there’s no match happening tonight!
Francis laughs evilly amid a hail of boos.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What, you all think my mimes are going to disgrace themselves by fighting anyone other than those two bozos who flagrantly STOLE their tag titles from them? Well, think again! The French Mime Assassins will NOT be wasted fighting “enhancement talent” when they should be fighting to get their tag titles back! So you want to know what I did?
CAT: Ten bucks says he trapped the Lost Boyz in a high-flying Zepplin with a bomb set to explode or something.
The din of the crowd is unmistakably confused as Francis offers them this chance to interject their guesses and opinions. Francis cups his ear to listen Grinch-like to the crowd until it’s obvious he can’t make out their answer and dismisses them cockily with a wave of his hand and continues.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You mouth breathers are too dumb to guess anyway, so I’ll just tell you! We won’t be hearing from the LOST BOYZ this evening all thanks to the all. Mighty. Dollar. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
PERCY: What? Is he saying he BRIBED the Lost Boyz in order to keep them from performing their duties tonight?
CAT: Well, I was close.
Just then DMX’ “Who We Be” kicks into the loud speakers, drawing all eyes towards the entrance ramp, including the surprised expression of Francis Ford Cuppola, where The Lost Boyz, Pan and Rufio, step out onto the ramp to a loud pop from the crowd.
CAT: Looks like Francis’ money might be no good to Pan and Rufio.
Inconceivable to Francis, Pan and Rufio stride down the ramp towards the ring with determined glares before rolling in under the ropes and staring down the mimes from the other side of the ring. Moments of the crowd roaring, excited to see the fight they thought they were going to miss. Francis cuts through the raucous.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Hold up. Now who are you two?
A moment before a mic is tossed to Pan who looks snidely to Francis.
PAN: We’re the Lost Boyz, old man.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: No, you’re not.
Laughter is shared between the Lost Boyz. Rufio takes the mic.
RUFIO: Uh, yeah, we are.
Both men point towards their shirts which clearly show their faces over top of the LOST BOYS logo. Francis stares inexplicably from their shirts to their faces for a few seconds before moving to confer with Rodney before blinking through the realization.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: So who the hell did I pay?
Francis glances back with hopeful expectation at Rodney who shrugs innocently. A snicker is shared between the Lost Boyz as Pan takes the mic.
PAN: Not us. We’re here to wrestle.
A stir of chuckles in the crowd as Francis Ford Cuppola frowns for a moment.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well shit, I paid the wrong guys.
The crowd laughs.
PERCY: Another instance of Francis Ford Cuppola mistaking identities. Looks like there’s going to be a match after all!
CAT: Someone backstage made a pretty penny tonight.
Francis moves to scold Rodney on their way out of the ring as the Mimes warm up for the match Francis attempted to prevent from happening.
PERCY: Always eventful.
CAT: Oh god. He’s coming over here.
PERCY: Don't make eye contact.
CAT: It's too late!
At the announce table, shoving over quickly to make room for him, Cat and Percy watch as Francis Ford Cuppola pulls up a chair and takes an announce headset for himself.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: How do—oh, I have it on the wrong way.
Cat rolls her eyes, Percy cups his hand to his face as Francis rearranges the headset.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Better.
PERCY: Greetings, Mr.—
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You guys agree with me, right? Am I asking too much for everyone on the roster to stop looking like each other?
CAT: Uhhhhh...
PERCY: I don’t think that’s true, Mr. Cuppola.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I’m telling you I paid somebody who said they were Lost Boyz, yet here they are, two totally different people and I’m out half a million bucks.
PERCY: Sorry about your luck.
CAT: You paid someone $500,000 to not wrestle your mimes tonight?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: How much would you pay?
CAT: A lot less than that.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: That’s because you don’t understand how finance and graft work, little lady.
PERCY: Excuse me. Pardon me, but I feel like a practical question must be raised at this point: is Rodney okay at ringside without a chair?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: *heavy breathing* He’s fine.
CAT: Hoooookay.
DING! DING!
In the ring Comme Ca moves to the outside opting for Comme Ci to start for the mimes, on the other side of the ring Pan readies to begin the match for the Lost Boyz.
Comme Ci marches out and is quickly met with a judo arm drag down to the canvas! And Pan doesn’t let go, locking on an armbar that immediately stiffens the Mime who struggles and wiggles free, instead kick-flipping upwards and forcibly wrenching his arm loose.
PERCY: Crafty mimes.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I trained them to be that way, Pussy.
CAT: snickers
PERCY: I—I’m sorry, did you just call me a pussy?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well, that’s your name, isn’t it?
PERCY: It’s--It’s PERCY actually, sir.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Really? What did I say?
PERCY: Uhhh….
CAT: *snickers*
PERCY: Best just move on before anything catches on.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Sure thing. It’s not big deal. I knew a cat named Percy.
PERCY: Right….
Comme Ci has irish whipped Pan into the Mime’s corner and confidently smeared Rufio’s face along the ring rope, leading Theo Refano to get into the mimes face while, in the mime’s corner, Comme Ca has taken to choking Pan unbeknownst to the official!
PERCY: Of all the flagrant—
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: It’s a perfectly legitimate way to cheat, Pauly.
CAT: It’s Percy. You really don’t know his name, do you Mr. Cuppola?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I’m lucky if I remember my own name, honestly. Rodney’s I got down, though.
CAT: You should, you yell at him enough.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: He likes it.
Comme Ci has charged across the ring, tagged in his partner and proceeded to deliver a swinging neckbreaker just as Comme Ca leaps in and dropkicks Pan.
PERCY: Solid tag-teaming there by the mimes.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Damn right. All me, Pancake.
PERCY: Okay, that one you did on purpose.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I admit to nothing.
In the ring, Comme Ca has locked on a camel clutch on Pan and done significant damage onto his spinal column before dragging the poor Lost Boy over to his corner and tagging back in Comme Ci. Comme Ca exits but not before leveling a swift kick right into Pan’s face which Theo Refano sternly warns him about as Comme Ci goes back to work on the camel clutch!
CAT: This is definitely not looking good for the Lost Boy Pan. Looks like you didn’t need to pay them off after all, Francis.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: ‘Pay them off’? Are you implying my mimes can’t hack it?
PERCY: Well, no. She was just saying your bribe meant for the Lost Boyz was unnecessary seeing as the mimes are performing quite well on their own.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What bribe?!
CAT: Is this a bit?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What do you mean?
PERCY: No one is this forgetful.
CAT: Gotta be a joke of some kind.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Who are we talking about?
CAT: I give up.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Good call. I have no idea what we’re talking about, or who you two even are, if I’m being honest.
PERCY: Let’s just pray the match ends soon, Cat.
In the ring, Comme Ci has tagged in Comme Ca, and now, locking Pan in a full nelson, Comme Ca proceeds to lay vicious knife edge chops to Pan’s chest while the crowd showers them with boos. Theo Refano warns them off, forcing Comme Ci out of the ring and now Comme Ca is the legal mime.
PERCY: I will admit this: These mimes are skilled with their tags. They never waste an opportunity to inflict damage.
CAT: It’s a wonder they lost the tag-team titles.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Those two guys cheated.
PERCY: Wolfe and Mikael?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yeah, them.
CAT: You don’t know their names, do you?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I know things, all right? Quit hassling me. What matters is they stole those belts, and my mimes plan to get them back by any means necessary.
CAT: Including assaulting miscellaneous people backstage.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: There’s obviously some bugs to our system, but we’re ironing them out.
PERCY: You just bribed the wrong guy!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yeah? Well at least my name’s not whatever the hell your name is.
CAT: Are you talking to me...?
PERCY: ...or me?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yes.
CAT: Uhhhhhhh… Which one?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: *sustained contemplative heavy breathing*.
PERCY: ....Okay... I think he's asleep.
Comme Ca drops an elbow into Pan’s spine. Then another. Precision targeting continuing on Pan’s spine as Comme Ca turns and mime gloats out to the crowd. Miming a hearty boo hoo out to the fans, not seeing Pan crawling in sheer pain and agony towards his corner where a fresh Rufio has an eager arm extended and has riled up the crowd!
CAT: Looking for the hot tag from Rufio!
By the time Comme Ci has signaled to his partner, Rufio has gotten the tag, the crowd erupted and Rufio charges across the ring and lays Comme Ca out with a lariat and proceeded to knock Comme Ci harshly off the ring apron with a vicious elbow!
PERCY: Rufio is clearing house!
Rufio lays shots down into Comme Ca, lifted him to his feet, and snap suplexed the mime over harshly! And he’s not done! Another snap suplex rattles the ring boards!
PERCY: Will he make it three?!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Do you really have to encourage him like that?
PERCY: Annnnnd he's awake.
CAT: Or asleep with his eyes open and still capable of speech.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I can do two things at once, you know?
CAT: We’re impartial for the most part, Mr. Cuppola. And you can just watch us do our jobs, thank you very much!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well, maybe I will then!
Rufio shatters the mime with another snap suplex, all while Comme Ci struggles to get to his feet on the outside. Rufio hoists the mime up for one more, but this time turns it into a wicked belly-to-belly suplex that folds the mime over awkwardly as the crowd explodes!
PERCY: This kind of energy is going to blow the roof off the Pure Arena!!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Not without a permit.
Rufio slides in confidently and hooks Comme Ca’s leg for the cover!
1…
2..
THR—NO!!!
PERCY: Comme Ci interferes to break up that pin just in the nick of time!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Thatta boy, mimes.
CAT: You don’t even know your own mimes names?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Of course I do.
CAT: Then what are they?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well, there’s Jerry…
PERCY: The mime?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: No, the Impressionist Painter. OF COURSE he's a mime, you numbskull
PERCY: Okay, okay. And what's the other mime's name?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Gary.
PERCY: ....
CAT: Jerry and Gary?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yes.
PERCY: Okay, and what are their last names?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You two ask the stupidest questions. Well, they're married, for starters. And, uhhhh their last name is MIME.
CAT: Jerry and Gary Mime?
PERCY: Glad to know you take such an involved role in your tag-teams lives, Mr. Cuppola.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I’m like a father to those mimes. I treat them the same way my father treated me.
CAT: Uhhhhh….
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Exactly.
PERCY: Well, this has been needlessly illuminating.
CAT: I’ll say.
Inside the ring, Rufio has sustained his assault on Comme Ca. First with body slams, then with backbreakers! Rufio tags in Pan, and together the two trade blows on a beat up Comme Ca!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: All right. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve seen enough.
Francis exits the announce table. In the ring, Pan now continues Rufio’s momentum against Comme Ca until he feels the fibngers of Francis Ford Cuppola reaching under the bottom ropes trying to trip him! Instantly Pan points him out to Theo Refano who moves over to see what’s going on only for Comme Ca to reach a hand through Pan’s legs and roll him up!!!
PERCY: I don’t believe it!!!
As Theo Refano slides down to make the cover, he doesn’t see the mime lifting his legs onto the ropes for leverage!
1…
2…
3!!!
DING DING DING!
PERCY: So much for bribery.
CAT: Gotta hand it to him. He knows how to help his team win.
The mimes celebrate in the ring as Pan and Rufio are clearly upset, rolling out of the ring.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Here is your winner… The French… MIME…. ASSASSSSINSSSS!!!
PERCY: Another win for the mimes. I suppose a win is better than nothing.
CAT: It is. Strategy like that will take those mimes far, Pussy.
PERCY: PERCY. My name is Percy. You KNOW my name is Percy. EVERYONE knows my name is Percy.
CAT: Well, cry me a river why don't you?
PERCY: The mimes and Cuppola cheated.
CAT: A win is a win.
PERCY: Oh boy, here they come.
CAT: The clowns… kill me now.
Behind the mimes in lockstep is the always classy pairing of Francis Ford Cuppola and his ever-present assistant Rodney P.
PERCY: At last Wicked, the mimes went on a tear. Albeit wrecking people that had no reason to be attacked. Should be interesting to see if Gary the test pilot and Todd the loading dock supervisor come out to take revenge on the mimes.
CAT: This might be the cleverest thing you’ve ever said, Percy.
PERCY: I do try. Oh, and look: a rare appearance from the man himself.
CAT: Mr. Cuppola is a tool. Poor Rodney.
PERCY: You have a thing for black men, Cat?
CAT: Why does it have to equate to the color of his skin, Percy? Rodney is the sole voice of reason in this gang of misfits. So what if I appreciate his physical attributes as well?
PERCY: Fair enough.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Making their way to the ring, accompanied by their managers, Francis Ford Cuppola and Rodney P….
As the mimes fake mime high fives to a fan at the guardrail, they promptly, and egregiously pull their gloved hands away from the unsuspecting fools and are met with boos.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: …THE FRENCH…. MIME…. ASSASSSSSINNNNNSSSSS!
Francis brushes past the mimes with a determined look in his eye, Rodney P follows suit behind him. Both men climb into the ring. The mimes wave to the crowd on their way down the ramp, which turns into a ‘kiss my posterior’ exaggeration before the mimes climb up onto the ring apron to follow Francis and Rodney.
Francis immediately grabs the mic out of Rebekah Anderson’s hands and confidently and arrogantly paces the ring with a conniving grin as the mimes move into their corner.
PERCY: Oh Lord help us, he’s gonna say something.
'La Marseillaise' cuts.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: All right cut that music—
Francis notices the music has already been cut before his order to do so.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: See that? I told them to do that, Rodney.
Francis gloats back at Rodney who shrugs like he wants to get this over with while maintaining a level of professionalism in the face of his employers consistently bizarre antics. A resounding boo sounds through the crowd as Francis continues.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What I’m really out here to say is that you all think there’s going to be a match tonight? Well, there’s no match happening tonight!
Francis laughs evilly amid a hail of boos.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What, you all think my mimes are going to disgrace themselves by fighting anyone other than those two bozos who flagrantly STOLE their tag titles from them? Well, think again! The French Mime Assassins will NOT be wasted fighting “enhancement talent” when they should be fighting to get their tag titles back! So you want to know what I did?
CAT: Ten bucks says he trapped the Lost Boyz in a high-flying Zepplin with a bomb set to explode or something.
The din of the crowd is unmistakably confused as Francis offers them this chance to interject their guesses and opinions. Francis cups his ear to listen Grinch-like to the crowd until it’s obvious he can’t make out their answer and dismisses them cockily with a wave of his hand and continues.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You mouth breathers are too dumb to guess anyway, so I’ll just tell you! We won’t be hearing from the LOST BOYZ this evening all thanks to the all. Mighty. Dollar. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
PERCY: What? Is he saying he BRIBED the Lost Boyz in order to keep them from performing their duties tonight?
CAT: Well, I was close.
Just then DMX’ “Who We Be” kicks into the loud speakers, drawing all eyes towards the entrance ramp, including the surprised expression of Francis Ford Cuppola, where The Lost Boyz, Pan and Rufio, step out onto the ramp to a loud pop from the crowd.
CAT: Looks like Francis’ money might be no good to Pan and Rufio.
Inconceivable to Francis, Pan and Rufio stride down the ramp towards the ring with determined glares before rolling in under the ropes and staring down the mimes from the other side of the ring. Moments of the crowd roaring, excited to see the fight they thought they were going to miss. Francis cuts through the raucous.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Hold up. Now who are you two?
A moment before a mic is tossed to Pan who looks snidely to Francis.
PAN: We’re the Lost Boyz, old man.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: No, you’re not.
Laughter is shared between the Lost Boyz. Rufio takes the mic.
RUFIO: Uh, yeah, we are.
Both men point towards their shirts which clearly show their faces over top of the LOST BOYS logo. Francis stares inexplicably from their shirts to their faces for a few seconds before moving to confer with Rodney before blinking through the realization.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: So who the hell did I pay?
Francis glances back with hopeful expectation at Rodney who shrugs innocently. A snicker is shared between the Lost Boyz as Pan takes the mic.
PAN: Not us. We’re here to wrestle.
A stir of chuckles in the crowd as Francis Ford Cuppola frowns for a moment.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well shit, I paid the wrong guys.
The crowd laughs.
PERCY: Another instance of Francis Ford Cuppola mistaking identities. Looks like there’s going to be a match after all!
CAT: Someone backstage made a pretty penny tonight.
Francis moves to scold Rodney on their way out of the ring as the Mimes warm up for the match Francis attempted to prevent from happening.
PERCY: Always eventful.
CAT: Oh god. He’s coming over here.
PERCY: Don't make eye contact.
CAT: It's too late!
At the announce table, shoving over quickly to make room for him, Cat and Percy watch as Francis Ford Cuppola pulls up a chair and takes an announce headset for himself.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: How do—oh, I have it on the wrong way.
Cat rolls her eyes, Percy cups his hand to his face as Francis rearranges the headset.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Better.
PERCY: Greetings, Mr.—
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You guys agree with me, right? Am I asking too much for everyone on the roster to stop looking like each other?
CAT: Uhhhhh...
PERCY: I don’t think that’s true, Mr. Cuppola.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I’m telling you I paid somebody who said they were Lost Boyz, yet here they are, two totally different people and I’m out half a million bucks.
PERCY: Sorry about your luck.
CAT: You paid someone $500,000 to not wrestle your mimes tonight?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: How much would you pay?
CAT: A lot less than that.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: That’s because you don’t understand how finance and graft work, little lady.
PERCY: Excuse me. Pardon me, but I feel like a practical question must be raised at this point: is Rodney okay at ringside without a chair?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: *heavy breathing* He’s fine.
CAT: Hoooookay.
DING! DING!
In the ring Comme Ca moves to the outside opting for Comme Ci to start for the mimes, on the other side of the ring Pan readies to begin the match for the Lost Boyz.
Comme Ci marches out and is quickly met with a judo arm drag down to the canvas! And Pan doesn’t let go, locking on an armbar that immediately stiffens the Mime who struggles and wiggles free, instead kick-flipping upwards and forcibly wrenching his arm loose.
PERCY: Crafty mimes.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I trained them to be that way, Pussy.
CAT: snickers
PERCY: I—I’m sorry, did you just call me a pussy?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well, that’s your name, isn’t it?
PERCY: It’s--It’s PERCY actually, sir.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Really? What did I say?
PERCY: Uhhh….
CAT: *snickers*
PERCY: Best just move on before anything catches on.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Sure thing. It’s not big deal. I knew a cat named Percy.
PERCY: Right….
Comme Ci has irish whipped Pan into the Mime’s corner and confidently smeared Rufio’s face along the ring rope, leading Theo Refano to get into the mimes face while, in the mime’s corner, Comme Ca has taken to choking Pan unbeknownst to the official!
PERCY: Of all the flagrant—
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: It’s a perfectly legitimate way to cheat, Pauly.
CAT: It’s Percy. You really don’t know his name, do you Mr. Cuppola?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I’m lucky if I remember my own name, honestly. Rodney’s I got down, though.
CAT: You should, you yell at him enough.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: He likes it.
Comme Ci has charged across the ring, tagged in his partner and proceeded to deliver a swinging neckbreaker just as Comme Ca leaps in and dropkicks Pan.
PERCY: Solid tag-teaming there by the mimes.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Damn right. All me, Pancake.
PERCY: Okay, that one you did on purpose.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I admit to nothing.
In the ring, Comme Ca has locked on a camel clutch on Pan and done significant damage onto his spinal column before dragging the poor Lost Boy over to his corner and tagging back in Comme Ci. Comme Ca exits but not before leveling a swift kick right into Pan’s face which Theo Refano sternly warns him about as Comme Ci goes back to work on the camel clutch!
CAT: This is definitely not looking good for the Lost Boy Pan. Looks like you didn’t need to pay them off after all, Francis.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: ‘Pay them off’? Are you implying my mimes can’t hack it?
PERCY: Well, no. She was just saying your bribe meant for the Lost Boyz was unnecessary seeing as the mimes are performing quite well on their own.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What bribe?!
CAT: Is this a bit?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: What do you mean?
PERCY: No one is this forgetful.
CAT: Gotta be a joke of some kind.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Who are we talking about?
CAT: I give up.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Good call. I have no idea what we’re talking about, or who you two even are, if I’m being honest.
PERCY: Let’s just pray the match ends soon, Cat.
In the ring, Comme Ci has tagged in Comme Ca, and now, locking Pan in a full nelson, Comme Ca proceeds to lay vicious knife edge chops to Pan’s chest while the crowd showers them with boos. Theo Refano warns them off, forcing Comme Ci out of the ring and now Comme Ca is the legal mime.
PERCY: I will admit this: These mimes are skilled with their tags. They never waste an opportunity to inflict damage.
CAT: It’s a wonder they lost the tag-team titles.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Those two guys cheated.
PERCY: Wolfe and Mikael?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yeah, them.
CAT: You don’t know their names, do you?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I know things, all right? Quit hassling me. What matters is they stole those belts, and my mimes plan to get them back by any means necessary.
CAT: Including assaulting miscellaneous people backstage.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: There’s obviously some bugs to our system, but we’re ironing them out.
PERCY: You just bribed the wrong guy!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yeah? Well at least my name’s not whatever the hell your name is.
CAT: Are you talking to me...?
PERCY: ...or me?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yes.
CAT: Uhhhhhhh… Which one?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: *sustained contemplative heavy breathing*.
PERCY: ....Okay... I think he's asleep.
Comme Ca drops an elbow into Pan’s spine. Then another. Precision targeting continuing on Pan’s spine as Comme Ca turns and mime gloats out to the crowd. Miming a hearty boo hoo out to the fans, not seeing Pan crawling in sheer pain and agony towards his corner where a fresh Rufio has an eager arm extended and has riled up the crowd!
CAT: Looking for the hot tag from Rufio!
By the time Comme Ci has signaled to his partner, Rufio has gotten the tag, the crowd erupted and Rufio charges across the ring and lays Comme Ca out with a lariat and proceeded to knock Comme Ci harshly off the ring apron with a vicious elbow!
PERCY: Rufio is clearing house!
Rufio lays shots down into Comme Ca, lifted him to his feet, and snap suplexed the mime over harshly! And he’s not done! Another snap suplex rattles the ring boards!
PERCY: Will he make it three?!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Do you really have to encourage him like that?
PERCY: Annnnnd he's awake.
CAT: Or asleep with his eyes open and still capable of speech.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I can do two things at once, you know?
CAT: We’re impartial for the most part, Mr. Cuppola. And you can just watch us do our jobs, thank you very much!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well, maybe I will then!
Rufio shatters the mime with another snap suplex, all while Comme Ci struggles to get to his feet on the outside. Rufio hoists the mime up for one more, but this time turns it into a wicked belly-to-belly suplex that folds the mime over awkwardly as the crowd explodes!
PERCY: This kind of energy is going to blow the roof off the Pure Arena!!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Not without a permit.
Rufio slides in confidently and hooks Comme Ca’s leg for the cover!
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2..
THR—NO!!!
PERCY: Comme Ci interferes to break up that pin just in the nick of time!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Thatta boy, mimes.
CAT: You don’t even know your own mimes names?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Of course I do.
CAT: Then what are they?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Well, there’s Jerry…
PERCY: The mime?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: No, the Impressionist Painter. OF COURSE he's a mime, you numbskull
PERCY: Okay, okay. And what's the other mime's name?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Gary.
PERCY: ....
CAT: Jerry and Gary?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Yes.
PERCY: Okay, and what are their last names?
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: You two ask the stupidest questions. Well, they're married, for starters. And, uhhhh their last name is MIME.
CAT: Jerry and Gary Mime?
PERCY: Glad to know you take such an involved role in your tag-teams lives, Mr. Cuppola.
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: I’m like a father to those mimes. I treat them the same way my father treated me.
CAT: Uhhhhh….
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: Exactly.
PERCY: Well, this has been needlessly illuminating.
CAT: I’ll say.
Inside the ring, Rufio has sustained his assault on Comme Ca. First with body slams, then with backbreakers! Rufio tags in Pan, and together the two trade blows on a beat up Comme Ca!
FRANCIS FORD CUPPOLA: All right. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve seen enough.
Francis exits the announce table. In the ring, Pan now continues Rufio’s momentum against Comme Ca until he feels the fibngers of Francis Ford Cuppola reaching under the bottom ropes trying to trip him! Instantly Pan points him out to Theo Refano who moves over to see what’s going on only for Comme Ca to reach a hand through Pan’s legs and roll him up!!!
PERCY: I don’t believe it!!!
As Theo Refano slides down to make the cover, he doesn’t see the mime lifting his legs onto the ropes for leverage!
1…
2…
3!!!
DING DING DING!
PERCY: So much for bribery.
CAT: Gotta hand it to him. He knows how to help his team win.
The mimes celebrate in the ring as Pan and Rufio are clearly upset, rolling out of the ring.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Here is your winner… The French… MIME…. ASSASSSSINSSSS!!!
PERCY: Another win for the mimes. I suppose a win is better than nothing.
CAT: It is. Strategy like that will take those mimes far, Pussy.
PERCY: PERCY. My name is Percy. You KNOW my name is Percy. EVERYONE knows my name is Percy.
CAT: Well, cry me a river why don't you?
PERCY: The mimes and Cuppola cheated.
CAT: A win is a win.
Singles Match
James Radford versus Flaming Youth
PERCY: We're scheduled for match number two here tonight, and I'm looking forward to it.
CAT: Yeah, that acrobatic misfit is taking on a country legend. Should be interesting.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission....
"Guitars and Cadillac's" by Dwight Yokam hits over the PA System and the Alabama crowd begins cat calling and clapping enthusiastically as 'Country Fine' James Radford moves past the curtain into a circle of flashing lights. He's wearing a pair of jeans with a large belt buckle, a black leather vest with a logo that reads 'Radford Boys' in the center of a guitar on the back, and a tan Stetson hat with a band around it that contains a feather poking out the back. James regards the crowd with a charming smile as he tips his hat, and starts his way down to the ring.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 256 pounds, and hailing from Jackson, Mississippi....representing the Enhancement Talent, 'Country Fine', JAMES RADFORD!
James does a little dosy-doe spin at the mention of his name as he comes to the end of the ramp, and leaps up onto the ring apron. He protects his had as he enters the ring, and then throws both hands out at his sides with a wide grin. He slips the hat off his head, and places it on the far ring post, and waits in that corner for his opponent.
PERCY: This is the first time that one of the Enhancement Talent has actually had a ring entrance, which signifies that James Radford might just be moving up in the world around these parts...ye hear?
CAT: What the hell? Trust me, Percy, you don't need anything else to hamper your popularity.
PERCY: Whatever do you mean?
CAT: Leave the hillbilly speak to these hooligans, and you just be your poindexter self.
Percy doesn't get a chance at rebuttle before 'Stranglehold' by Nugent hits over the PA System. The lights around the entrance begin to flash red and gold, and suddenly a huge burst of flame pops up, and as soon as they die out Flaming Youth is at it's center. The fans come to their feet as he bounces from one end of the stage to the other to take in the Purity crowd, egging them on. Finally, after having enough fun, he starts to bebop down to the ring dancing along to his music much to their delight.
REBKAH ANDERSON: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, representing The BombTrax, he is 'The Innovative Aviator', FLAMING YOUTH!!
Youth waits for one of the guitar breakdowns to headbang with the front row by the steel steps before suddenly turning and scaling them, then the turnbuckle, until he's on the top rope with his hands high above his head. He holds the pose for only a second before hopping down inside the ring, and strutting around the ring to catch a glimpse of all in attendance. He calls out at the crowd at different points before finally falling back into the corner opposite Radford, and staring across at him with a grin.
PERCY: Well, Youth is out here with his usual exuberance, and he looks to be on top of the world.
CAT: Easy to do when you've got the PAW Heavyweight Champion on your side, especially with what they did to Deus recently.
PERCY: Yes, let's not relive that, shall we.
The-Ref calls for the bell and signals that the match is a go, but as James Radford steps out to the center of the ring, Youth remains casually posted up against his corner. Radford shrugs his shoulders, conferring with The-Ref, and then motioning to Youth to come out and meet him. Youth sighs, rolls his eyes, and then gives the crowd a wink, before barreling straight out of the corner like a flash. Radford turns to his side to try and bear the brunt of this attack, and catches Youth, lifting him into a tilt-a-whirl. Unfortunately for Radford, this is exactly where Youth wanted to be, hooking him around the head with his legs and taking him down to the mat with a leg scissors take over. Radford is quick to pop up, and rushes back in on Youth, who leaps straight up into the air, and takes James right back over with a hurricanarana. James skids across the mat, and hasn't even come to a stop before Youth is on the move. The High Flyer leaps right up and over the top rope to the ring apron, follows it to where he's closer to the recovering Radford, and then leaps up to the top, spring boarding off with a side kick that sends Radford spinning back around to land across the middle ropes chest first.
PERCY: Good lord, the action is fast and furious out of the gate thanks to Youth, and Radford is finding out that he might need to readjust whatever strategy he had coming out here if he wants to nail this guy down.
CAT: Hell, that's what it would take to keep him still. Literally nailing him down to the canvas!
PERCY: Youth already measuring to see what he want's to do, and he hits off the ropes across from where Radford's just laying across that middle rope, and LEAPS CLEAR UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE, BRINGING BOTH FEET DOWN INTO A STOMP ACROSS THE BACK OF RADFORD'S HEAD! JESUS CHRIST!
CAT: What's fucking ridiculous about that, is the guy landed on his feet at ringside.
The crowd goes absolutely berserk as Youth takes the time to slap a few hands before returning back to the ring, where Radford his simutaniously holding the back of his head, and his throat where the sudden down thrust had choked him on the middle rope. Youth slides over and drops for a pin.
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THRE-KICK OUT! Youth looks a little surprised, but unperturbed, as he gets off of Radford, and lifts him off the mat so that he can push him into the far ropes. He whips Country Fine to the opposite side, and steps out to the center to meet him with a back body drop. Radford avoids this, however, by swinging his knee up to catch Youth right in the face, snapping the man upright. James takes that opportunity to barrel forwards with a clothesline that sends Youth thundering to the mat. The HIgh Flyer is already on his way back up, but he's met with double ax handles down across his shoulders and back. The blows send him staggering over into a corner, where Radford follows him in, burying his shoulder into his midsection several times before stepping back only to rush back in with a back elbow smash. Youth slumps down in the corner, the wind obviously having been knocked out of him.
PERCY: Well, it's Radford's turn at bat here, and he is no slouch.
CAT: No, he really isn't, Percy. He's usually a fan favorite, but against the likes of Youth I figure this crowd is about to turn on him.
True to the prediction, the fans begin to boo as Radford yanks Youth out of the corner by a handful of hair, lifts his head up, and then burries a straight right hand right into the man's jaw. Youth slams down to the mat, shaking his head to get rid of the bells ringing in his head. Radford yanks Youth up off the mat, hooks him around the head, and then takes him over with a snap suplex. Radford floats over after impact, and hooks Youth's leg deep for a cover.
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KICK OUT! Radford pops up and shakes his head, pointing down at his quarry, which brings on a new round of boos.
PERCY: Radford isn't going to win over this crowd, and he'd best not take his eyes of Youth for a second. They don't call him The Flash for nothing.
Youth moves to try and get to his feet, and Radford is there to help him, before reaching down and scooping him up only to slam him back down to the canvas with authority. He immediately falls back into the ropes, and when he comes back out he does a shimmy-and-shake little dance before delivering a beautiful rolling knee' drop. He quickly scrambles back over, screaming 'That's it' before making the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THR-KICK OUT! Radford calls that combo The Radford Jam, and it's certainly put Youth down on the mat. The Innovative Aviator has been grounded here by James Radford, which is exactly what he needs to do if he hopes for a victory.
CAT: You can't be serious, Percy. You don't really think this fool has a chance with a scoop slam and a knee drop, do you?
PERCY: I've seen stranger things, Cat. I mean....look at The French Mime Assassins.
CAT: Point taken.
Radford comes to his feet, and rubs his head, looking down at Youth as if he's uncertain what to do next to put the man away. He looks up at the crowd suddenly, nodding his head as he reaches down and helps the man back to his feet. He delivers a series of hard right hands into Youth's jaw, but never allows the man to fall, barely keeping him on his feet. He then points to the far corner, to which the fans boo him, and he whips The High Flyer hard in that direction. Youth makes a tremendous impact with the corner, pain etched on his face as he slumps, and James Radford falls into the corner opposite him. Country Fine brings both hands up to his mouth to form a cup, and howls out into the night. The fans boo, but he doesn't seem to notice, as he charges across the ring.
PERCY: I can't believe it....RADFORD'S GOING FOR THE CONFEDERATE RAILROAD! NO! Youth moved at the last second, and Radford just ate the top turnbuckle sternum first! He's stumbling back out of the corner, holding his midsection.....SLOW BURN BY YOUTH!
CAT: DAMN!
The patented Super Kick sends Radford tumbling back into the ropes, which spring him forwards, and a beleagured Youth sizes him up and nails him with another one for good measure. This time Radford hits the mat, and Youth falls across him back first, reaching down and tiredly pulling one of the man's knee's up by his pants leg.
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: Well, that one's over.
PERCY: Yeah, and it only took one botched Confederate Railroad, and two Slow Burns to do it. But seriously, you have to give Radford a lot of credit here. He was fighting an uphill battle from the start.
CAT: Yeah, I'll give the hillbilly his due. He did alright out here, that is until Youth got his head out of his ass and went to work.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: And the winner of this match, FLAMING YOUTH!
Youth gets to his feet, rubbing his jaw and touching the puffy place just under his cheek bone with a wince. When he drops his hand, however, he's wearing that trademark grin, and he hops up to the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner with his hands over his head. The fans pay him back in kind, hurling cheers in his direction, and even a few flashes from the ladies in the crowd. He laughs, pointing out ot them, their hands outstretched to meet his. Finally, he salutes them all, before exiting the ring and making his way to the back. He meets James Radford halfway up the ramp, and pats the man on the back, and the two shake hands before exiting through the curtain.
CAT: Yeah, that acrobatic misfit is taking on a country legend. Should be interesting.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission....
"Guitars and Cadillac's" by Dwight Yokam hits over the PA System and the Alabama crowd begins cat calling and clapping enthusiastically as 'Country Fine' James Radford moves past the curtain into a circle of flashing lights. He's wearing a pair of jeans with a large belt buckle, a black leather vest with a logo that reads 'Radford Boys' in the center of a guitar on the back, and a tan Stetson hat with a band around it that contains a feather poking out the back. James regards the crowd with a charming smile as he tips his hat, and starts his way down to the ring.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 256 pounds, and hailing from Jackson, Mississippi....representing the Enhancement Talent, 'Country Fine', JAMES RADFORD!
James does a little dosy-doe spin at the mention of his name as he comes to the end of the ramp, and leaps up onto the ring apron. He protects his had as he enters the ring, and then throws both hands out at his sides with a wide grin. He slips the hat off his head, and places it on the far ring post, and waits in that corner for his opponent.
PERCY: This is the first time that one of the Enhancement Talent has actually had a ring entrance, which signifies that James Radford might just be moving up in the world around these parts...ye hear?
CAT: What the hell? Trust me, Percy, you don't need anything else to hamper your popularity.
PERCY: Whatever do you mean?
CAT: Leave the hillbilly speak to these hooligans, and you just be your poindexter self.
Percy doesn't get a chance at rebuttle before 'Stranglehold' by Nugent hits over the PA System. The lights around the entrance begin to flash red and gold, and suddenly a huge burst of flame pops up, and as soon as they die out Flaming Youth is at it's center. The fans come to their feet as he bounces from one end of the stage to the other to take in the Purity crowd, egging them on. Finally, after having enough fun, he starts to bebop down to the ring dancing along to his music much to their delight.
REBKAH ANDERSON: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, representing The BombTrax, he is 'The Innovative Aviator', FLAMING YOUTH!!
Youth waits for one of the guitar breakdowns to headbang with the front row by the steel steps before suddenly turning and scaling them, then the turnbuckle, until he's on the top rope with his hands high above his head. He holds the pose for only a second before hopping down inside the ring, and strutting around the ring to catch a glimpse of all in attendance. He calls out at the crowd at different points before finally falling back into the corner opposite Radford, and staring across at him with a grin.
PERCY: Well, Youth is out here with his usual exuberance, and he looks to be on top of the world.
CAT: Easy to do when you've got the PAW Heavyweight Champion on your side, especially with what they did to Deus recently.
PERCY: Yes, let's not relive that, shall we.
The-Ref calls for the bell and signals that the match is a go, but as James Radford steps out to the center of the ring, Youth remains casually posted up against his corner. Radford shrugs his shoulders, conferring with The-Ref, and then motioning to Youth to come out and meet him. Youth sighs, rolls his eyes, and then gives the crowd a wink, before barreling straight out of the corner like a flash. Radford turns to his side to try and bear the brunt of this attack, and catches Youth, lifting him into a tilt-a-whirl. Unfortunately for Radford, this is exactly where Youth wanted to be, hooking him around the head with his legs and taking him down to the mat with a leg scissors take over. Radford is quick to pop up, and rushes back in on Youth, who leaps straight up into the air, and takes James right back over with a hurricanarana. James skids across the mat, and hasn't even come to a stop before Youth is on the move. The High Flyer leaps right up and over the top rope to the ring apron, follows it to where he's closer to the recovering Radford, and then leaps up to the top, spring boarding off with a side kick that sends Radford spinning back around to land across the middle ropes chest first.
PERCY: Good lord, the action is fast and furious out of the gate thanks to Youth, and Radford is finding out that he might need to readjust whatever strategy he had coming out here if he wants to nail this guy down.
CAT: Hell, that's what it would take to keep him still. Literally nailing him down to the canvas!
PERCY: Youth already measuring to see what he want's to do, and he hits off the ropes across from where Radford's just laying across that middle rope, and LEAPS CLEAR UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE, BRINGING BOTH FEET DOWN INTO A STOMP ACROSS THE BACK OF RADFORD'S HEAD! JESUS CHRIST!
CAT: What's fucking ridiculous about that, is the guy landed on his feet at ringside.
The crowd goes absolutely berserk as Youth takes the time to slap a few hands before returning back to the ring, where Radford his simutaniously holding the back of his head, and his throat where the sudden down thrust had choked him on the middle rope. Youth slides over and drops for a pin.
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2...
THRE-KICK OUT! Youth looks a little surprised, but unperturbed, as he gets off of Radford, and lifts him off the mat so that he can push him into the far ropes. He whips Country Fine to the opposite side, and steps out to the center to meet him with a back body drop. Radford avoids this, however, by swinging his knee up to catch Youth right in the face, snapping the man upright. James takes that opportunity to barrel forwards with a clothesline that sends Youth thundering to the mat. The HIgh Flyer is already on his way back up, but he's met with double ax handles down across his shoulders and back. The blows send him staggering over into a corner, where Radford follows him in, burying his shoulder into his midsection several times before stepping back only to rush back in with a back elbow smash. Youth slumps down in the corner, the wind obviously having been knocked out of him.
PERCY: Well, it's Radford's turn at bat here, and he is no slouch.
CAT: No, he really isn't, Percy. He's usually a fan favorite, but against the likes of Youth I figure this crowd is about to turn on him.
True to the prediction, the fans begin to boo as Radford yanks Youth out of the corner by a handful of hair, lifts his head up, and then burries a straight right hand right into the man's jaw. Youth slams down to the mat, shaking his head to get rid of the bells ringing in his head. Radford yanks Youth up off the mat, hooks him around the head, and then takes him over with a snap suplex. Radford floats over after impact, and hooks Youth's leg deep for a cover.
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KICK OUT! Radford pops up and shakes his head, pointing down at his quarry, which brings on a new round of boos.
PERCY: Radford isn't going to win over this crowd, and he'd best not take his eyes of Youth for a second. They don't call him The Flash for nothing.
Youth moves to try and get to his feet, and Radford is there to help him, before reaching down and scooping him up only to slam him back down to the canvas with authority. He immediately falls back into the ropes, and when he comes back out he does a shimmy-and-shake little dance before delivering a beautiful rolling knee' drop. He quickly scrambles back over, screaming 'That's it' before making the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THR-KICK OUT! Radford calls that combo The Radford Jam, and it's certainly put Youth down on the mat. The Innovative Aviator has been grounded here by James Radford, which is exactly what he needs to do if he hopes for a victory.
CAT: You can't be serious, Percy. You don't really think this fool has a chance with a scoop slam and a knee drop, do you?
PERCY: I've seen stranger things, Cat. I mean....look at The French Mime Assassins.
CAT: Point taken.
Radford comes to his feet, and rubs his head, looking down at Youth as if he's uncertain what to do next to put the man away. He looks up at the crowd suddenly, nodding his head as he reaches down and helps the man back to his feet. He delivers a series of hard right hands into Youth's jaw, but never allows the man to fall, barely keeping him on his feet. He then points to the far corner, to which the fans boo him, and he whips The High Flyer hard in that direction. Youth makes a tremendous impact with the corner, pain etched on his face as he slumps, and James Radford falls into the corner opposite him. Country Fine brings both hands up to his mouth to form a cup, and howls out into the night. The fans boo, but he doesn't seem to notice, as he charges across the ring.
PERCY: I can't believe it....RADFORD'S GOING FOR THE CONFEDERATE RAILROAD! NO! Youth moved at the last second, and Radford just ate the top turnbuckle sternum first! He's stumbling back out of the corner, holding his midsection.....SLOW BURN BY YOUTH!
CAT: DAMN!
The patented Super Kick sends Radford tumbling back into the ropes, which spring him forwards, and a beleagured Youth sizes him up and nails him with another one for good measure. This time Radford hits the mat, and Youth falls across him back first, reaching down and tiredly pulling one of the man's knee's up by his pants leg.
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: Well, that one's over.
PERCY: Yeah, and it only took one botched Confederate Railroad, and two Slow Burns to do it. But seriously, you have to give Radford a lot of credit here. He was fighting an uphill battle from the start.
CAT: Yeah, I'll give the hillbilly his due. He did alright out here, that is until Youth got his head out of his ass and went to work.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: And the winner of this match, FLAMING YOUTH!
Youth gets to his feet, rubbing his jaw and touching the puffy place just under his cheek bone with a wince. When he drops his hand, however, he's wearing that trademark grin, and he hops up to the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner with his hands over his head. The fans pay him back in kind, hurling cheers in his direction, and even a few flashes from the ladies in the crowd. He laughs, pointing out ot them, their hands outstretched to meet his. Finally, he salutes them all, before exiting the ring and making his way to the back. He meets James Radford halfway up the ramp, and pats the man on the back, and the two shake hands before exiting through the curtain.
Chris McKenzie versus Nirvana
Then within a blink of an eye the arena goes pitch black. Not a single source of light could be seen. Although the crowd could be heard due to their confusion on what was going on. That’s when a BEEP sound could be heard which brought the attention to the entrance set up. Right there on the PAWtron was what appeared to be the set up of a vitals monitor. A red line appeared across the screen and every time a beep could be heard it forced a line to jump all across the screen. Then confusion from the crowd was a little louder.
Another beep could be heard forcing that red line to move across the screen of the titantron. Yet no sooner that it moved across the screen the entire line went completely flat. With forced a long drawn out annoying beep to fill the speakers of the arena very much resembling a flatline. It wasn’t long before the screen began to flash a bio-hazard logo as the drawn out beeping sound was replaced by the sounds of “Monster” by Skillet. At the exact same time there was a blinding flash of lights with the arena lights coming right back on. By this point the fans had started to make the connection to what was going on which lead to them booing as loudly as they could to let their voices be heard.
The hard cam right up to the entranceway and in doing so the curtain could be seen being moved to the side. Only for the man known as “The Virus” to come stepping out from behind it in a slow steady pace. After a few steps towards the middle of the ramp Chris McKenzie stopped and glared at the fans in attendance. McKenzie just glared with a slight smirk crossing his lips before beginning his journey down the ramp. Each step he made was slow and steady seemingly taking his time.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing at this time hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds. He is The Virus, CHHHRRRRIIIISSSS MCKKKKENNNNZZZIIIIEEEE!
At the middle of the ramp McKenzie stopped and looked around at those at ringside and seemed to bring that smirk of his out a little more while he lifted his leg over the middle rope and then ducked down to climb into the ring. Upon being in the ring McKenzie simply turned to the nearest corner and made his way to the second rope.
For a couple of seconds McKenzie just stood there on the ropes getting a better view of the fans in attendance. In that moment the Virus found himself very slowly raising his hands up and over his head. Letting his head tilt back just a tad bit. Suddenly his theme cut off which lead to McKenzie lowering his arms and then stepping down.
PERCY: Quite the entrance there by “The Virus” Chris McKenzie.
"Orgasmatron" hits and out comes Nirvana from the back, dressed in a crimson red mask with matching tights and a long, flowing wrestling robe. Upon the back of the robe are the words "Kill You". Standing with him is a near seven foot tall woman in a mask. On the back of her tight fitting latex suit is the name Pistola.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Now residing in Parts Unknown, he weighs in at 315 pounds, he is The Midnight King, NIRRRRRVAAANNNNAAAAAAAAAA!!!
She seems made of muscle. Halfway down the ramp he turns and stretches out his arms, so that his opponent can see the words written on the back of his robe clearly. Pistola in turn flexes her muscles for the fans to see. Turning back to face his opponent, he slides a thumb over his neck and then spits to the side, as if in disgust. Before long, and without much pomp and circumstance, he enters the ring through the cage door. Pistola takes her place at ringside.
PERCY: Been a long time since we’ve seen Nirvana in a PAW ring, Cat. I’m sure the fans will be interested to see what he brings to the table here tonight against “the virus”.
CAT: Hard to say, Percy. The Midnight King’s got the edge in experience. We’re talking nearly 20 years in this industry fighting just about all there is to fight.
PERCY: But he’s facing off against a well-decorated newcomer to PAW in Chris McKenzie, Cat. Could be a sleeper match in the making.
In the ring the two men circle one another, Nirvana, the much slower man, and McKenzie the quicker rattle the boards in an uneven dance and the din of the crowd swirls around them before
DING! DING!
PERCY: And here we go!
Nirvana and McKenzie lock up. Nirvana muscles into McKenzie, forcing him back against the ropes, and laying into him with a loud backhanded chop against the bare chest of McKenzie that leaves that Virus wincing with a reddened chest. As Nirvana loads up for another, however, McKenzie viciously headbutts Nirvana and backs the Midnight King up, clutching his nose, before McKenzie lunges forward and SLAMS Nirvana down to the canvas with a flatliner!
PERCY: And the cover!
1…
CAT: Kickout after 1. The Midnight King’s an endurance hog. McKenzie’s in tough against the epitome of longevity.
PERCY: For sure, Cat. This one won’t be easy for either men.
McKenzie doesn’t appear pleased by the sudden kickout, slaps the mat as he rises and attempts to force Nirvana up to his feet only to be suddenly greeted by an eyerake Theo Refano doesn’t see!
CAT: The Midnight King’s a dirty mofo, that much is true. Again, though double u tee eff is up with referees always MISSING those dirty tactics?
PERCY: I don’t know, Cat. On one hand, I suppose, it helps the flow of the match if the official doesn’t see those moves. But, to be honest, I’m more impressed you phonetically sounded out internet short form.
CAT: I do what I can.
As McKenzie staggers, Nirvana unloads with a haymaker that sends The Virus teetering before Nirvana scoops Chris McKenzie up into a bodyslam and POWERS McKenzie down to the canvas and hooks the leg!
1…
PERCY: Quick kickout by Chris McKenzie!
Nirvana slowly brings himself to his feet as McKenzie scrambles to his feet much quicker than the slow-moving Midnight King and charges at Nirvana and slams the sole of his boot into Nirvana’s jaw with a Yakuza kick that topples Nirvana back down onto the canvas. McKenzie does an about face, upon seeing Nirvana face-up on the canvas McKenzie smirks and charges and drops a knee down onto Nirvana’s face that makes the big man struggle and lumber onto his side.
PERCY: Looks like Chris McKenzie might be going to work on Nirvana’s face!
A hard soccer kick into Nirvana’s back forces the Midnight King to wrench and fall back onto his back giving McKenzie room to stomp a mudhole down into Nirvana’s face!
CAT: Vicious attack there. Do you think Nirvana’s face under that mask is even going to appreciate the effects of a sustained attack like the one McKenzie’s doing, Percy? I mean, it’s a fair bet that Nirvana’s face is mangled worse than Freddy Kruegers!
PERCY: A fair bet, but likely an incorrect one!
Just as McKenzie aims another stomp for Nirvana’s face, the Midnight King powerfully catches McKenzie’ boot before another stomp and forces McKenzie backwards before he can do anymore damage! Nirvana lumbers onto all fours and begins to climb back to his feet only to be greeted once more by a hard charging knee into the side of the head by McKenzie that halts Nirvana’s progress.
As Nirvana struggles to stand, McKenzie unleashes a flurry of frustrated kicks that are pounding into Nirvana’s side, but the big man shrugs off the blows and still struggles to get to a stand!
CAT: It’s like watching a Boris the Bear match!
PERCY: Indeed, Nirvana’s got the hide of a rhinoceros at the very least, Cat.
As Chris McKenzie’s kicking assault gets more furious, Nirvana makes it to a stand and lays into McKenzie with a hard right fist that staggers the virus. Then another meaty right hook spins McKenzie around.
CAT: JUST LIKE BEAR PAWS! HE IS BORIS THE BEAR!
With McKenzie turned around, Nirvana clutches him and DROPS him backwards with a backbody drop that shakes the ring!
PERCY: Nicely done there by Nirvana.
CAT: Dropped the virus right onto his head.
PERCY: But, as has been the theme so far, Nirvana’s sluggish and slow. He’ll be lucky if he—oh… made it for the cover on Chris McKenzie!
1…
TW-KICKOUT!
CAT: McKenzie got a shoulder up.
Nirvana is seated with heavy breaths as McKenzie makes his way to all fours, spies an opportunity and quickly grabs hold of Nirvana’s neck from behind and yanks backward in a sudden dragon sleeper! McKenzie has very little time to secure the hold, however, before Nirvana is lumbering to a stand and forcing McKenzie onto the tips of his toes before relinquishing the hold.
PERCY: Chris McKenzie recognized he didn’t have the position he thought he did there and wisely let go.
As Nirvana turns to face McKenzie, McKenzie unleashes a sidekick to Nirvana’s jaw that backs the Midnight King up but doesn’t knock the big man down. McKenzie rebounds off the nearby ropes and hits a massive running boot that finally fells Nirvana. Seeing an opening, McKenzie climbs to the top rope as the fans roar in anticipation and then leaps for an elbow drop that Nirvana just barely rolls out of the way from!
PERCY: Potentially a GRAVE miscalculation on the part of Chris McKenzie with that elbow drop!
CAT: That had to hurt. I’m just surprised Nirvana managed to evade a move for a change.
PERCY: He’s not the quickest wrestler on the roster, but when he needs to move he seems to be able to.
Nirvana, with a hard-to mistake grin partly obscured by his mask, makes it to his feet and makes it to the downed Chris McKenzie and stomps a hard boot down into McKenzie’s gut! Then another, and another. Hard kicks that leave McKenzie wounded before Nirvana drops an elbow into the same space he was just kicking and has McKenzie squirming just as Nirvana hooks McKenzie’s leg and goes for another cover.
1….
TW…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Right at two McKenzie kicked out, proving there’s still a lot fight left in the Virus.
CAT: But with Nirvana taking charge now, one can only wonder how much?!
Nirvana lumbers to his feet, dragging McKenzie with him and shoots a quick knee into McKenzie’s gut to keep him off-balance before putting him into a front facelock and suplexing McKenzie over onto his back!!!
PERCY: Nirvana going for another cover, he wants to end this thing!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Another kickout by Chris McKenzie.
CAT: Nirvana’s gotta be annoyed!
PERCY: I doubt it, Cat. The Midnight King’s been through so many battles, this must seem rather pedestrian for him now.
As Nivana drags himself and McKenzie up to a stand and looks poised to set the Virus into another suplex, McKenzie fires an eye rake of his own and sends Nirvana staggering.
PERCY: Dirty reversal by McKenzie!
CAT: Retributive justice, Percy! The Midnight King can’t come in here and expect someone like Chris McKenzie to play by Nirvana’s rules!
With Nirvana’s back to McKenzie, the Virus unleashes severe kidney shots to keep Nirvana wobbling and off-guard, backing the Midnight King facefirst into the corner before McKenzie spins him around and starts unleashing hard boots to Nirvana’s midsection to plant the big man into the corner and lower him into a half-seat before taking several steps back and CHARGING and SLAMMING into Nirvana with a stinger splash that PLASTERS Nirvana into the corner!
PERCY: Strong offense by Chris McKenzie and he’s not done!
McKenzie unloads a series of rights and lefts into Nirvana’s jaw. As McKenzie tries to orient Nirvana onto the turnbuckle and follow him up, however, he’s surprised with some retaliatory shots right back at him from Nirvana that stalls McKenzie from climbing onto the middle rope.
PERCY: They’re both battling up there!
Before any clear victor can emerge from the trading blows they both find themselves in a suplex clutch and go tumbling awkwardly off the turnbuckle and SLAM down onto the canvas together!
PERCY: Sweet holy hell it looked like they suplexed each other off the top rope!!
CAT: Hard to say who got the worst of it, Percy!
Theo Refano is there to administer the possible countout.
1…
2..
3..
4…
PERCY: Neither men are stirring very conclusively here.
CAT: This could be a double countout!?
5….
McKenzie is moving, and shifting to his side, and Nirvana is dazedly lifting his head.
PERCY: Technical knockout on the both of them, perhaps?
6....
McKenzie pushes up to his feet, stumbling a bit, but stays upright, while Nirvana gets to his hands and knees. McKenzie moves in behind Nirvana as he rises, begging him to get the rest of the way up. He then shoots in and locks him into a cobra clutch, and Nirvana drags him around the ring reaching for the ropes, but McKenzie hops up and hooks his legs around The Midnight King's midsection. Nirvana makes one last swipe, and then stumbles down to the mat with McKenzie still latched onto him.
PERCY: McKenzie has the Lethal Injection locked in, and Nirvana has nowhere to go.
CAT: I don't think he's going to have much of a choice here.
McKenzie shakes back and forth, putting added pressure on the choke hold, and Nirvana's hand shoots out for one desperate grab at the nearest ropes. Unable to find them, the hand hits the mat instead in rapid succession.
PERCY: That's it! Chris McKenzie made Nirvana tap!
CAT: The Midnight King put up one hell of a fight, but once that Lethal Injection's locked in, it's almost impossible to get out of.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The winner of the match by submission, 'THE VIRUS', CHRIS MCKENZIE!!
McKenzie looks out at the crowd as The-Ref lifts his arm in victory, and he looks back to Nirvana who rolls out of the ring holding his shoulder. McKenzie shakes his head in disgust as Nirvana makes his way towards the back. The fans answer that response from 'The Virus' with a chorus of boo's, which he doesn't seem to acknowledge in the least as he throws his hands up in a pose that sends them into an even worse frenzy.
PERCY: Well, he might have won the match, but his disrespect for anyone he works with seems to have caused these fans to make their own decision.
CAT: Ah, what do they know?
PERCY: They are the ones who ensure we get paid, Cat, so i'd say they know a lot.
CAT: Whatever, Percy, we got other matches to case, and I say we get to them so that maybe these idiots will find someone they can idolize.
Another beep could be heard forcing that red line to move across the screen of the titantron. Yet no sooner that it moved across the screen the entire line went completely flat. With forced a long drawn out annoying beep to fill the speakers of the arena very much resembling a flatline. It wasn’t long before the screen began to flash a bio-hazard logo as the drawn out beeping sound was replaced by the sounds of “Monster” by Skillet. At the exact same time there was a blinding flash of lights with the arena lights coming right back on. By this point the fans had started to make the connection to what was going on which lead to them booing as loudly as they could to let their voices be heard.
The hard cam right up to the entranceway and in doing so the curtain could be seen being moved to the side. Only for the man known as “The Virus” to come stepping out from behind it in a slow steady pace. After a few steps towards the middle of the ramp Chris McKenzie stopped and glared at the fans in attendance. McKenzie just glared with a slight smirk crossing his lips before beginning his journey down the ramp. Each step he made was slow and steady seemingly taking his time.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing at this time hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds. He is The Virus, CHHHRRRRIIIISSSS MCKKKKENNNNZZZIIIIEEEE!
At the middle of the ramp McKenzie stopped and looked around at those at ringside and seemed to bring that smirk of his out a little more while he lifted his leg over the middle rope and then ducked down to climb into the ring. Upon being in the ring McKenzie simply turned to the nearest corner and made his way to the second rope.
For a couple of seconds McKenzie just stood there on the ropes getting a better view of the fans in attendance. In that moment the Virus found himself very slowly raising his hands up and over his head. Letting his head tilt back just a tad bit. Suddenly his theme cut off which lead to McKenzie lowering his arms and then stepping down.
PERCY: Quite the entrance there by “The Virus” Chris McKenzie.
"Orgasmatron" hits and out comes Nirvana from the back, dressed in a crimson red mask with matching tights and a long, flowing wrestling robe. Upon the back of the robe are the words "Kill You". Standing with him is a near seven foot tall woman in a mask. On the back of her tight fitting latex suit is the name Pistola.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Now residing in Parts Unknown, he weighs in at 315 pounds, he is The Midnight King, NIRRRRRVAAANNNNAAAAAAAAAA!!!
She seems made of muscle. Halfway down the ramp he turns and stretches out his arms, so that his opponent can see the words written on the back of his robe clearly. Pistola in turn flexes her muscles for the fans to see. Turning back to face his opponent, he slides a thumb over his neck and then spits to the side, as if in disgust. Before long, and without much pomp and circumstance, he enters the ring through the cage door. Pistola takes her place at ringside.
PERCY: Been a long time since we’ve seen Nirvana in a PAW ring, Cat. I’m sure the fans will be interested to see what he brings to the table here tonight against “the virus”.
CAT: Hard to say, Percy. The Midnight King’s got the edge in experience. We’re talking nearly 20 years in this industry fighting just about all there is to fight.
PERCY: But he’s facing off against a well-decorated newcomer to PAW in Chris McKenzie, Cat. Could be a sleeper match in the making.
In the ring the two men circle one another, Nirvana, the much slower man, and McKenzie the quicker rattle the boards in an uneven dance and the din of the crowd swirls around them before
DING! DING!
PERCY: And here we go!
Nirvana and McKenzie lock up. Nirvana muscles into McKenzie, forcing him back against the ropes, and laying into him with a loud backhanded chop against the bare chest of McKenzie that leaves that Virus wincing with a reddened chest. As Nirvana loads up for another, however, McKenzie viciously headbutts Nirvana and backs the Midnight King up, clutching his nose, before McKenzie lunges forward and SLAMS Nirvana down to the canvas with a flatliner!
PERCY: And the cover!
1…
CAT: Kickout after 1. The Midnight King’s an endurance hog. McKenzie’s in tough against the epitome of longevity.
PERCY: For sure, Cat. This one won’t be easy for either men.
McKenzie doesn’t appear pleased by the sudden kickout, slaps the mat as he rises and attempts to force Nirvana up to his feet only to be suddenly greeted by an eyerake Theo Refano doesn’t see!
CAT: The Midnight King’s a dirty mofo, that much is true. Again, though double u tee eff is up with referees always MISSING those dirty tactics?
PERCY: I don’t know, Cat. On one hand, I suppose, it helps the flow of the match if the official doesn’t see those moves. But, to be honest, I’m more impressed you phonetically sounded out internet short form.
CAT: I do what I can.
As McKenzie staggers, Nirvana unloads with a haymaker that sends The Virus teetering before Nirvana scoops Chris McKenzie up into a bodyslam and POWERS McKenzie down to the canvas and hooks the leg!
1…
PERCY: Quick kickout by Chris McKenzie!
Nirvana slowly brings himself to his feet as McKenzie scrambles to his feet much quicker than the slow-moving Midnight King and charges at Nirvana and slams the sole of his boot into Nirvana’s jaw with a Yakuza kick that topples Nirvana back down onto the canvas. McKenzie does an about face, upon seeing Nirvana face-up on the canvas McKenzie smirks and charges and drops a knee down onto Nirvana’s face that makes the big man struggle and lumber onto his side.
PERCY: Looks like Chris McKenzie might be going to work on Nirvana’s face!
A hard soccer kick into Nirvana’s back forces the Midnight King to wrench and fall back onto his back giving McKenzie room to stomp a mudhole down into Nirvana’s face!
CAT: Vicious attack there. Do you think Nirvana’s face under that mask is even going to appreciate the effects of a sustained attack like the one McKenzie’s doing, Percy? I mean, it’s a fair bet that Nirvana’s face is mangled worse than Freddy Kruegers!
PERCY: A fair bet, but likely an incorrect one!
Just as McKenzie aims another stomp for Nirvana’s face, the Midnight King powerfully catches McKenzie’ boot before another stomp and forces McKenzie backwards before he can do anymore damage! Nirvana lumbers onto all fours and begins to climb back to his feet only to be greeted once more by a hard charging knee into the side of the head by McKenzie that halts Nirvana’s progress.
As Nirvana struggles to stand, McKenzie unleashes a flurry of frustrated kicks that are pounding into Nirvana’s side, but the big man shrugs off the blows and still struggles to get to a stand!
CAT: It’s like watching a Boris the Bear match!
PERCY: Indeed, Nirvana’s got the hide of a rhinoceros at the very least, Cat.
As Chris McKenzie’s kicking assault gets more furious, Nirvana makes it to a stand and lays into McKenzie with a hard right fist that staggers the virus. Then another meaty right hook spins McKenzie around.
CAT: JUST LIKE BEAR PAWS! HE IS BORIS THE BEAR!
With McKenzie turned around, Nirvana clutches him and DROPS him backwards with a backbody drop that shakes the ring!
PERCY: Nicely done there by Nirvana.
CAT: Dropped the virus right onto his head.
PERCY: But, as has been the theme so far, Nirvana’s sluggish and slow. He’ll be lucky if he—oh… made it for the cover on Chris McKenzie!
1…
TW-KICKOUT!
CAT: McKenzie got a shoulder up.
Nirvana is seated with heavy breaths as McKenzie makes his way to all fours, spies an opportunity and quickly grabs hold of Nirvana’s neck from behind and yanks backward in a sudden dragon sleeper! McKenzie has very little time to secure the hold, however, before Nirvana is lumbering to a stand and forcing McKenzie onto the tips of his toes before relinquishing the hold.
PERCY: Chris McKenzie recognized he didn’t have the position he thought he did there and wisely let go.
As Nirvana turns to face McKenzie, McKenzie unleashes a sidekick to Nirvana’s jaw that backs the Midnight King up but doesn’t knock the big man down. McKenzie rebounds off the nearby ropes and hits a massive running boot that finally fells Nirvana. Seeing an opening, McKenzie climbs to the top rope as the fans roar in anticipation and then leaps for an elbow drop that Nirvana just barely rolls out of the way from!
PERCY: Potentially a GRAVE miscalculation on the part of Chris McKenzie with that elbow drop!
CAT: That had to hurt. I’m just surprised Nirvana managed to evade a move for a change.
PERCY: He’s not the quickest wrestler on the roster, but when he needs to move he seems to be able to.
Nirvana, with a hard-to mistake grin partly obscured by his mask, makes it to his feet and makes it to the downed Chris McKenzie and stomps a hard boot down into McKenzie’s gut! Then another, and another. Hard kicks that leave McKenzie wounded before Nirvana drops an elbow into the same space he was just kicking and has McKenzie squirming just as Nirvana hooks McKenzie’s leg and goes for another cover.
1….
TW…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Right at two McKenzie kicked out, proving there’s still a lot fight left in the Virus.
CAT: But with Nirvana taking charge now, one can only wonder how much?!
Nirvana lumbers to his feet, dragging McKenzie with him and shoots a quick knee into McKenzie’s gut to keep him off-balance before putting him into a front facelock and suplexing McKenzie over onto his back!!!
PERCY: Nirvana going for another cover, he wants to end this thing!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Another kickout by Chris McKenzie.
CAT: Nirvana’s gotta be annoyed!
PERCY: I doubt it, Cat. The Midnight King’s been through so many battles, this must seem rather pedestrian for him now.
As Nivana drags himself and McKenzie up to a stand and looks poised to set the Virus into another suplex, McKenzie fires an eye rake of his own and sends Nirvana staggering.
PERCY: Dirty reversal by McKenzie!
CAT: Retributive justice, Percy! The Midnight King can’t come in here and expect someone like Chris McKenzie to play by Nirvana’s rules!
With Nirvana’s back to McKenzie, the Virus unleashes severe kidney shots to keep Nirvana wobbling and off-guard, backing the Midnight King facefirst into the corner before McKenzie spins him around and starts unleashing hard boots to Nirvana’s midsection to plant the big man into the corner and lower him into a half-seat before taking several steps back and CHARGING and SLAMMING into Nirvana with a stinger splash that PLASTERS Nirvana into the corner!
PERCY: Strong offense by Chris McKenzie and he’s not done!
McKenzie unloads a series of rights and lefts into Nirvana’s jaw. As McKenzie tries to orient Nirvana onto the turnbuckle and follow him up, however, he’s surprised with some retaliatory shots right back at him from Nirvana that stalls McKenzie from climbing onto the middle rope.
PERCY: They’re both battling up there!
Before any clear victor can emerge from the trading blows they both find themselves in a suplex clutch and go tumbling awkwardly off the turnbuckle and SLAM down onto the canvas together!
PERCY: Sweet holy hell it looked like they suplexed each other off the top rope!!
CAT: Hard to say who got the worst of it, Percy!
Theo Refano is there to administer the possible countout.
1…
2..
3..
4…
PERCY: Neither men are stirring very conclusively here.
CAT: This could be a double countout!?
5….
McKenzie is moving, and shifting to his side, and Nirvana is dazedly lifting his head.
PERCY: Technical knockout on the both of them, perhaps?
6....
McKenzie pushes up to his feet, stumbling a bit, but stays upright, while Nirvana gets to his hands and knees. McKenzie moves in behind Nirvana as he rises, begging him to get the rest of the way up. He then shoots in and locks him into a cobra clutch, and Nirvana drags him around the ring reaching for the ropes, but McKenzie hops up and hooks his legs around The Midnight King's midsection. Nirvana makes one last swipe, and then stumbles down to the mat with McKenzie still latched onto him.
PERCY: McKenzie has the Lethal Injection locked in, and Nirvana has nowhere to go.
CAT: I don't think he's going to have much of a choice here.
McKenzie shakes back and forth, putting added pressure on the choke hold, and Nirvana's hand shoots out for one desperate grab at the nearest ropes. Unable to find them, the hand hits the mat instead in rapid succession.
PERCY: That's it! Chris McKenzie made Nirvana tap!
CAT: The Midnight King put up one hell of a fight, but once that Lethal Injection's locked in, it's almost impossible to get out of.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The winner of the match by submission, 'THE VIRUS', CHRIS MCKENZIE!!
McKenzie looks out at the crowd as The-Ref lifts his arm in victory, and he looks back to Nirvana who rolls out of the ring holding his shoulder. McKenzie shakes his head in disgust as Nirvana makes his way towards the back. The fans answer that response from 'The Virus' with a chorus of boo's, which he doesn't seem to acknowledge in the least as he throws his hands up in a pose that sends them into an even worse frenzy.
PERCY: Well, he might have won the match, but his disrespect for anyone he works with seems to have caused these fans to make their own decision.
CAT: Ah, what do they know?
PERCY: They are the ones who ensure we get paid, Cat, so i'd say they know a lot.
CAT: Whatever, Percy, we got other matches to case, and I say we get to them so that maybe these idiots will find someone they can idolize.
Singles Match
-Crank Championship-
Aokigahara Zombie versus Hunter Storms(c)
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Ladies and Gentleman, this next singles match, set for one fall, is for the Crank Championship!
Courage by The Minutemen blares out of the speakers.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Introducing first, the challenger, from Yamanashi, Japan and weighing in at 230 pounds, it’s AOOOKIGAHARAAA ZOOOOMBIEE!
Aokigara Zombie comes out with his hands in the air. He lets out a roar and points at the ring with a wide grin. He struts to the ring and high fives a couple of fans.
PERCY: Zombie looks more than ready for the championship match.
CAT: Yeah, he looked ready last time too.
PERCY: Wow, Cat. Way to be a bitch.
CAT: I was just saying....jeez!
As the beat of "Leave It All Behind" by Cult to Follow plays,the lights dim down,as a figure walks out onto the center of the stage.
Suffocate, everything
They complicate, everything
They seal your fate, everyday
But you can't believe it!
Take yourself, far away
From nothingness, a million miles
From emptiness....
As the song intensifies and repeats the chorus again, the figure swiftly lifts their head up as the lights suddenly brighten up.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: And your Crank Champion, hailing from Washington D.C. and weighing in at 241 lbs, it’s HUUNTEER STOOOORMS!
Storms takes a long look at the crowd, scanning it from side to side before shrugging and proceeding to walk down the ramp.
Remember the days of innocence
Before it came in waves
Remember the trust, it was blown away
Into oblivion....
Remember love
Remember hate
Remember everything
They said just to break you again!
He walks over to the steel steps and cracks his knuckles a few times at the base step before climbing up into the ring.
Remember all
All of your enemies
Forever and ever they
Suffocate, everything
They complicate, everything
They seal your fate every day
But you can't believe it!
Upon entering the ring, he walks to the center of it and gives a slow cut throat gesture before backing up into his corner, waiting for the match to start.
PERCY: Hunter Storms looks good with a championship around his waist, don't you think Cat?
CAT: They should switch the name on the belt from 'crank' to 'cloverleaf', the lucky son of a..
PERCY: OK! Looks like The-Ref is ready to start this thing.
Theo Refano calls for the bell and Hunter Storms walks to the center of the ring and stares Aokigahara Zombie down in the corner. Zombie looks away into the audience with a smile then rushes at Storms. Hunter ducks a punch but turns into another one. He fires back with his own and the two trade rapid fire punch combos with neither of them backing down. They each grab the other by the shoulder and deliver a loud cracking headbutt to the other. They both walk back looking dazed and holding up their guards.
Hunter shakes the stardust from his eyes and walks up to Zombie and drops him with a lariat. Zombie gets up again and Storms lays him out with another lariat. He forces Aokigahara’s head to stay on the mat and then knees him in the forehead. Then he kips up and brings his knee down on the side of Aokigahara’s head. He picks Zombie up and whips him to the ropes then hits him with a dropkick to the knee which flips Aokigahara over. He kicks Zombie down with a low spinning sole kick to the chest. He grabs Zombie’s arm and hooks his own around the head to lock in the Anaconda Vise. Hunter gets up on his feet to increase the pressure and just pulls on Aokigahara’s head with all his might and jostles him around.
CAT: It’s too early to go for an ending. I think he’s just trying to wear Zombie down right now.
PERCY: A very smart move from the Champion. Wait is Zombie giggling?
Hunter lets the hold go and stares down and Aokigahara is indeed smiling and chuckling. Storms dashes up and falls on the side of Aokigahara’s head with a Leg Drop then he locks in a Fujiwara Armbar but Zombie shifts up to his knees. He hooks his hands together and picks Storms up off the mat and slams him down into a modified Powerbomb. Hunter does not let his arm go so he picks Hunter up again and this time runs at the turnbuckle and crunches Storm’s body into the corner. Hunter crumples down on the floor. Aokigahara grabs his feet and drags him to the center of the ring. He swings storms around by the legs going faster and faster.
CAT: This is a fun one.
PERCY: I think the only one having fun during his matches are himself.
CAT: and us.
Zombie lets go of one leg and falls with Hunter to lock the leg in a submission for a Swinging Sting. TheRef asks a half dizzy Hunter if he gives up. Storms tries to find the ropes and finds his bearings for long enough that he pulls Aokigaraha to the ropes and grabs the bottom one. Aokigahara releases the leg and rolls out pulling Storms out with him onto the floor. He stomps on Hunter a few times then tears away at the thin mats exposing the concrete floor. Refano implores them to come back in and then starts counting. Aokigahara picks Hunter up for another power bomb over the concrete but Hunter wildly punches him in the forehead. He grabs Zombie’s hair and wrenches Zombie’s head back. This forces Zombie back into the barricade and Storms uses it to step down off his shoulders. Refano reaches 5 and Hunter hits Aokigahara with a European Uppercut then whips him into the edge of the apron. He breaks the count by putting Aokigahara up on the apron and taking a step into the ring. He stops and sets Zombie up then delivering a Spike DDT on the apron. Zombie falls to the floor and Hunter enters the ring and taunts him. Refano counts again.
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PERCY: Hunter looking to show how dominant he still is against anyone in PAW.
CAT: I say he’s looking for the easy way out. Zombie is stirring!
Zombie gets up holding his head. He sways and falls back on the barricade.
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Aokigahara dashes into the ring and tackles a surprised Hunter down. Zombie punches Hunter all over with clubbing blows until Hunter scrambles away and stops him with a Throat Thrust from his knees. He slowly stands up and picks Aokigahara up in a power bomb position. He turns in the middle of the ring and runs at the corner, carelessly dropping Aokigahara into the turnbuckles with his Spinal Adjustment.
PERCY: Hunter hits that desperate move in hopes to keep Aokigahara down.
Aokigahara bounces of the corner and groggily walks towards Storms only for Hunter to try the Hunter’s Mark. Aokigahara pushes him off. Hunter bounces off the ropes and Aokigahara throws him up and breaks Hunter’s fall with his knees for the Highs and Lows. He stays down as Hunter scowls while holding his back.
CAT: This match is really taking it’s toll on both competitors. Which is to be expected, really.
Zombie pops up and pucks Storms up with him. Hunter ties up with him offering some resistance but Aokigahara pushes him back into the corner and Head Butts him twice. Then he climbs to the second rope and delivers 3 slow punches. As the fans begin to count with him Hunter picks him up by the legs out of the turnbuckle and shifts Aokigahara onto his shoulders. Zombie elbows him but Hunter quickly grabs his arm and leg and slams him down with a Hell River Plunge. He falls on Zombie for a sloppy cover. TheRef counts.
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And Aokigahara raises his arm and sticks his hand right in Hunter’s mouth to lock in the Itai Claw. He brings Hunter up with him and bends Hunter back with the hold. Storms waves The Ref away and clenches his fists in pain then tries to pop up with the Hunter’s Mark. Zombie let’s go of the Itai Claw and puts his hands under Hunter’s torso to keep him propped up. He then runs at the ropes and jumps out with Hunter wrapped around his head. They both fall violently on the exposed part of the floor. TheRef begins his count.
PERCY: Oh my god! That was a nasty spill.
CAT: What a kamikaze move there by the Japanese fighter in order to avoid a Hunter’s Mark.. Is that racist? Nah, right?
PERCY: Someone needs to go check on them. They both landed on the exposed concrete head first.
Right on cue Refano notices that something isn’t right. He stops his count and exits the ring. He checks on both Hunter and Aokigahara then calls for the bell!
CAT: What?
Anderson walks over for some clarification then grabs her mic.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, Theo Refano has called a stop to this match due to a double knock out! The Crank Champion is still Hunter Storms!
PERCY: I can’t believe it. This guy just keeps getting breaks.
CAT: Or taking what he deserves. Zombie is just too reckless. I say that finisher landed him right into victory. So what if it made him unconscious too.
{MAIN EVENT}
Singles Match
(The Winner Advances To The Seven Deadly Sins Ladder Match)
Caroline O'Hara Burchill versus Annabel Lee
PERCY: I still can't believe what happened in that last match.
CAT: I smell a decision at the PPV!
PERCY: You might be right, but for now, let's check out our Main Event.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The following contest is a singles match set for one fall or submission, and the winner of this match will advance to the PAW Heavyweight Championship ladder match at Seven Deadly Sins!
The red and white colors of the lighting flash to the heavy hip hop beats of Logic’s ‘I Am The Greatest’, signaling the arrival of the infamous Red Queen. As if on cue, the fans roar with boos and jeers, although their attempts at provoking the woman would be futile. Soon, a lone red light shines down on the center of the stage and Caroline O’ Hara Burchill would walk out to stand within it. Like hail relentlessly raping against a window, the volume of the booing would reach an intense peak. The signature smug smile of Caroline would be present and she’d slowly spin around, almost as if taking pleasure in the immense hatred being presented for her. She laughs and makes her way down the ramp, hardly acknowledging any of the insolent fans.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 120 pounds, and hailing from Sydney, Austrailia, she is 'The Red Queen', CAROLIN O'HARA BURCHILL!!
As she reaches the ring, she looks at her surrounding. The hostile environment was nothing to her and she simply continued on with her egotistical swagger, climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle ropes. She scales the turnbuckle, raising her arms up and shouting out, “Bow down to the Queen!”. She then smiles as the fans boo out in response, climbing down and resting in the corner as she awaits her opponent.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill came against a rough spot when she faced off against Summer last ADDICTION, but that was only a speed bump on her rise through the ranks.
CAT: True, she had a bit of a tough start, but now she's back to her peek performance, and this match should be one for the ages.
As the opening notes of “Best Day of My Life” by American Authors hits the sound system, Annabel appears at the entrance. A glowing smile is plastered across her face as she makes her way out onto the stage to a roaring crowd.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: And introducing her opponent, weighting in at 121 pounds, and hailing from Portland, Oregan, she is the former Crank Champion and PAW's favorite daughter, ANNABEL LEE!
Annabel can't help but start to dance along with the music as she makes her 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 had a heartbreaking loss to Hunter Storms the last time we saw her, but that doesn't seem to have diminished her spirt, or the love that the PAW faithful have for her.
CAT: I'm tired of hearing about this heartbreaking loss, Percy. Hunter Storms put on a hell of a show too, yet all we hear about is poor Annabel. Screw that. Failure is a valuable learning tool, and it's high time you and these other idiots figured that out.
PERCY: Hey, I take nothing away from Hunter Storms, but Annabel is such a sweet girl, and she connects with these fans like no one else. It's easy to see why they would be upset at what was obviously her first big loss.
CAT: Be that as it may, they'll be singing the blues tonight if Caroline O'Hara Burchill has anything to say about it.
Senior Official, Sharon Orbach, calls for the bell, and signals for both women to begin. Annabel and Caroline begin to circle one another before moving into a collar and elbow tie up. Both women jockey for position, but it's Burchill who finds herself pushed into the nearest corner. S.O. calls for the break, and slowly the women untangle, Annabel holding her hands up in the air and stepping back to the center of the ring.
PERCY: Clean break by Annabel, which is what we've come to expect from the forthright young woman.
CAT: Fools mistake, Percy.
Caroline brushes herself off with a grim determination on her face, and moves back out to meet Annabel in the center. The women lock up again, but this time it's Caroline who pushes Annabel into the corner, shoving against her chin with her hand to bend her awkwardly over the top turnbuckle. S.O. calls for the break, and again they slowly untangle themselves, Caroline mimicking Annabel's actions from earlier. Suddenly, Caroline moves in with a forearm to Annabel's jaw, and follows up with several more, knocking the woman down into the corner.
PERCY: So much for sportsmanship out of Caroline O'Hara Burchill!
CAT: Sportsmanship is for losers!
Sharon warns Caroline, but to no avail, as she now starts firing in boots into Annabel's chest. When Annabel finally is driven all the way to a seated position, Caroline places her boot right under her chin, and forces the choke, eliciting a five count from Sharon. When she reaches four and a half, Caroline abandons the choke hold and backs up to address the crowd with a curtsy that sends them into a torrid of boos. Caroline waves them off, and returns to Annabel, snatching her up by the hair of the head, and shoving her back into the corner. She fires in a chop. Then another, and then one more. The fans, despite their disgust of Burchill's actions, 'Woooooo' non-the-less. Finally, she takes Annabel by the hand, and whips her hard to the opposite side.
PERCY: Annabel strikes the turnbuckles with authority, and here comes Caroline with a full head of steam...OH! Annabel got her feet up at the last second! Caroline falling back holding her jaw, but she rushes in once more only to meet Annabel's feet one more time. Caroline stumbling around now, and Annabel hops up to the second rope....AND NAILS HER WITH A BULLDOG!
CAT: I guess the girl's got some spirit left after all.
The impact from the bulldog puts the women back in the center of the ring, and Annabel quickly comes to her feet, and hits off the ropes for momentum before doing a roll through, and then performs a front flip into a senton that crashes down across Burchill. She spins around, and goes for a quick cover.
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Burchill kicks out at one, and is on her way to her feet along with Annabel. Lee fires in three short chops of her own, knocking Burchill back into the ropes, to which Annabel takes her by the wrist and whips to the far side. Burchill rebounds, and ducks a clothesline attempt by Annabel, only to run right into a high drop kick on her return.
PERCY: Burchill back down on the canvas, but Annabel's already moving to get her on her feet. Hooks her around the waist, and Gutwrench Suplex takes them both back down to the canvas! Annabel going for another cover!
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CAT: Burchill out at two this time, and Annabel is moving like she's got an endless supply of energy. I think these idiots in the crowd are actually fueling the girl!
Annabel pulls Burchill up with her, and moves to push her back into the ropes, only to fire her off to the opposite side. Burchill returns, and as Annabel moves out to hit her with some offense, Burchill leaps into the air, hooking Annabel's right arm with her arm, swings herself behind her to hook Lee's left with her legs, and takes her down into a lightening fast crucifix pin.
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Annabel kicks out, rolling backwards to end up on her knee's. Burchill pops up like a flash, snapping her foot out to catch Annabel right in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick. Annabel sits there for a moment in a daze, before falling forwards to the canvas. Burchill uses the short reprieve to rub her aching back, and nods to a booing crowd as she jerks Annabel back up to a seated position. She takes a few steps away from her opponent only to come back in with a soccer like kick right into Annabel's lower back, causing the woman to arch awkwardly, and cry out in pain. Burchill quickly changes positions, moving front of her opponent with a short bound to the ropes, and then comes back with a low drop kick that catches Annabel right in her face, snapping her back down to the mat. Burchill makes the pin attempt this time, hooking Lee's leg deep.
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PERCY: THR-KICK OUT! Annabel out at two and a half, and Burchill has taken complete control at this point.
CAT: Seems that she has a fire lit under her as well, but it certainly doesn't come from these ungrateful fans.
Burchill pulls Annabel up, and then whips her off the ropes, and when she rebounds, catches her with a well executed spin wheel kick that catches her right in the mush. Annabel hit's the canvas again, and Burchill comes up, leaps high into the air, and then drops her knee directly into Annabel's skull. She rolls through the impact back up to her feet, hit's off the ropes, and then comes crashing back down with a snap leg drop. She remains seated with her leg casually draped over Annabel's chest, and the Senior Official moves to make the count.
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PERCY: Annabel out at two after that lazy cover, and I don't think that was intended to put her opponent away, but to add insult to injurty.
CAT: Get inside that innocent little head of Annabel's, and you can dismantle her from within. I like it.
Burchill makes a mocking gesture down at Annabel, which elicits even louder disdain from the crowd. Caroline allows a smirk in their direction before pulling Annabel up to her feet, and then just hammering her over into the nearest corner. She continues her beat down until Annabel is in a seated position, and she finally relents at another four and a half count from the Senior Official. She makes her way over to the opposite corner where she looks out at the crowd, signals, and then sprints across the ring. She throws her knee out and it connects with Annabel's skull, whiplashing the woman's head off the middle turnbuckle.
PERCY: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD BY BURCHILL! This one might be over!
CAT: Burchill pulling Annabel out of the corner and away from the ropes, drops for the cover!
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THREe-KICK OUT! At the last possible nano-second, Annabel's arm thrust up off the canvas, causing Orbach to throw her shoulder out in order to prevent counting the three. Caroline pops up to her feet, screaming in the Senior Official's face, who tries to explain that it was only a two count. After a few seconds of this, Burchill turns in utter disgust from the official, and stalks back over to Annabel who is barely moving.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill is livid at what she feels was a three count, and it looks like she is going to take it out on Annabel Lee.
CAT: Damn right, and she should be. Sharon needs to get her eyes checked. That was a three count.
PERCY: Be that as it may, Burchill has Annabel back on her feet, AND WAIT! Annabel just knocked Burchill's hands out to the side, and is rapid firing right and left fist combinations into the woman's chest. Spinning Heel kick by Annabel right into Burchill's face! Burchill falls back into the ropes, and they spring her forwards, for ANOTHER ONE! ANNABELL RINGER!
CAT: Big move for Annabel, but it was out of desperation! She's back down on the canvas, and can't follow up!
The Senior Official checks both women, and after a few moments, shrugs, and begins her count.
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PERCY: Oh, no! Don't let it end this way! We've already had a qualifier match end with a no contest! We don't need another one!
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CAT: I agree, Percy, but what are we gonna do? Sharon's up to the count of six, and neither woman has moved!
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PERCY: Wait! Caroline is up to one knee, I think she's going to make it.
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PERCY: Yes, Caroline is on her feet. I guess she's going to go on to Seven Deadly Sins!
TE-Suddenly Annabel's legs roll up onto her chest, and with a surge of motion she swings them forwards, kipping up to her feet just in time to save herself and the match. Burchill stares at the woman in shock which quickly turns to rage, as she thunders forwards with a clothesline. Annabel ducks it, and both women spin to face each other. Burchill, however, finds a boot in her midsection upon completing her turn, which doubles her over. Annabel rolls over Burchill's back to end up behind her, hooks her around the waist, and takes her back down to the mat with a vicious German Suplex into a bridge.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Annable Lee with all the momentum here, snapping back to her feet, and pulling Burchill along with her. Hooks her around the head, completes a spin, and sits STRAIGHT DOWN into a Hangman's Neckbreaker!
CAT: There she is with another cover!
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THRE-KICK OUT! Caroline manages to get the shoulder up at the near fall, but Annabel is already back on the move. She makes her way over to the nearest corner, steps out onto the apron, and begins to make the climb to the top turnbuckle. Once perched, she looks out at the audience who showers her with cheers of encouragement. She flashes a smile and nods, bringing her arms up in front of her, and then bounces a bit to let her ponytail sway back and forth. Finally, with the antics done, she leaps out into the abyss.
PERCY: BEL-AIR! OH MY GOD! CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL MOVED! ANNABEL ATE NOTHING BUT CANVAS!
CAT: Burchill has made it back to her feet, she's begging for Annabel to do the same! This it, Percy! Burchill is going to put her away!
Annabel slowly gets to her feet as Burchill lays in wait behind her. When Annabel is finally vertical, Burchill springs forwards to the ropes in front of her opponent, leaps up to the middle rope for a springboard, and then spins around to hook Annabel around the head and spikes her off the mat with a Tornado DDT.
PERCY: KILLER QUEEN!
CAT: Caroline for the cover!
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REBEKAH ANDERSON: The winner of this match, and the fifth participant in the upcoming PAW Heavyweight Championship Ladder match at Seven Deadly Sins, CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!
PERCY: Burchill with a huge win over Annabel, and now she will go into Seven Deadly Sins as a challenger for the PAW Heavyweight Championship!
CAT: She's worked hard to get to this spot, and despite a few setbacks, just proved that she can hang with the best in PAW.
Burchill takes a turnbuckle, and ignores the boos coming her way as she points out at the crowd and nods in satisfaction. Annabel rolls under the bottom rope to land on her feet at ringside, and bangs her fist off the apron in frustration, shaking her head in disappointment. The fans that can reach her pat her on the back as she passes by, using the low exit beside the ramp to leave the arena. Burchill continues to cat call the PAW Universe as the fans respond in kind with thumbs down and boos, but she doesn't seem to care. Matter of fact, she feeds on it, deciding to take another turnbuckle just for good measure. The camera zooms in on her determined face as the scene cuts to the PAW Logo, and then to black.
CAT: I smell a decision at the PPV!
PERCY: You might be right, but for now, let's check out our Main Event.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The following contest is a singles match set for one fall or submission, and the winner of this match will advance to the PAW Heavyweight Championship ladder match at Seven Deadly Sins!
The red and white colors of the lighting flash to the heavy hip hop beats of Logic’s ‘I Am The Greatest’, signaling the arrival of the infamous Red Queen. As if on cue, the fans roar with boos and jeers, although their attempts at provoking the woman would be futile. Soon, a lone red light shines down on the center of the stage and Caroline O’ Hara Burchill would walk out to stand within it. Like hail relentlessly raping against a window, the volume of the booing would reach an intense peak. The signature smug smile of Caroline would be present and she’d slowly spin around, almost as if taking pleasure in the immense hatred being presented for her. She laughs and makes her way down the ramp, hardly acknowledging any of the insolent fans.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 120 pounds, and hailing from Sydney, Austrailia, she is 'The Red Queen', CAROLIN O'HARA BURCHILL!!
As she reaches the ring, she looks at her surrounding. The hostile environment was nothing to her and she simply continued on with her egotistical swagger, climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle ropes. She scales the turnbuckle, raising her arms up and shouting out, “Bow down to the Queen!”. She then smiles as the fans boo out in response, climbing down and resting in the corner as she awaits her opponent.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill came against a rough spot when she faced off against Summer last ADDICTION, but that was only a speed bump on her rise through the ranks.
CAT: True, she had a bit of a tough start, but now she's back to her peek performance, and this match should be one for the ages.
As the opening notes of “Best Day of My Life” by American Authors hits the sound system, Annabel appears at the entrance. A glowing smile is plastered across her face as she makes her way out onto the stage to a roaring crowd.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: And introducing her opponent, weighting in at 121 pounds, and hailing from Portland, Oregan, she is the former Crank Champion and PAW's favorite daughter, ANNABEL LEE!
Annabel can't help but start to dance along with the music as she makes her 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 had a heartbreaking loss to Hunter Storms the last time we saw her, but that doesn't seem to have diminished her spirt, or the love that the PAW faithful have for her.
CAT: I'm tired of hearing about this heartbreaking loss, Percy. Hunter Storms put on a hell of a show too, yet all we hear about is poor Annabel. Screw that. Failure is a valuable learning tool, and it's high time you and these other idiots figured that out.
PERCY: Hey, I take nothing away from Hunter Storms, but Annabel is such a sweet girl, and she connects with these fans like no one else. It's easy to see why they would be upset at what was obviously her first big loss.
CAT: Be that as it may, they'll be singing the blues tonight if Caroline O'Hara Burchill has anything to say about it.
Senior Official, Sharon Orbach, calls for the bell, and signals for both women to begin. Annabel and Caroline begin to circle one another before moving into a collar and elbow tie up. Both women jockey for position, but it's Burchill who finds herself pushed into the nearest corner. S.O. calls for the break, and slowly the women untangle, Annabel holding her hands up in the air and stepping back to the center of the ring.
PERCY: Clean break by Annabel, which is what we've come to expect from the forthright young woman.
CAT: Fools mistake, Percy.
Caroline brushes herself off with a grim determination on her face, and moves back out to meet Annabel in the center. The women lock up again, but this time it's Caroline who pushes Annabel into the corner, shoving against her chin with her hand to bend her awkwardly over the top turnbuckle. S.O. calls for the break, and again they slowly untangle themselves, Caroline mimicking Annabel's actions from earlier. Suddenly, Caroline moves in with a forearm to Annabel's jaw, and follows up with several more, knocking the woman down into the corner.
PERCY: So much for sportsmanship out of Caroline O'Hara Burchill!
CAT: Sportsmanship is for losers!
Sharon warns Caroline, but to no avail, as she now starts firing in boots into Annabel's chest. When Annabel finally is driven all the way to a seated position, Caroline places her boot right under her chin, and forces the choke, eliciting a five count from Sharon. When she reaches four and a half, Caroline abandons the choke hold and backs up to address the crowd with a curtsy that sends them into a torrid of boos. Caroline waves them off, and returns to Annabel, snatching her up by the hair of the head, and shoving her back into the corner. She fires in a chop. Then another, and then one more. The fans, despite their disgust of Burchill's actions, 'Woooooo' non-the-less. Finally, she takes Annabel by the hand, and whips her hard to the opposite side.
PERCY: Annabel strikes the turnbuckles with authority, and here comes Caroline with a full head of steam...OH! Annabel got her feet up at the last second! Caroline falling back holding her jaw, but she rushes in once more only to meet Annabel's feet one more time. Caroline stumbling around now, and Annabel hops up to the second rope....AND NAILS HER WITH A BULLDOG!
CAT: I guess the girl's got some spirit left after all.
The impact from the bulldog puts the women back in the center of the ring, and Annabel quickly comes to her feet, and hits off the ropes for momentum before doing a roll through, and then performs a front flip into a senton that crashes down across Burchill. She spins around, and goes for a quick cover.
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Burchill kicks out at one, and is on her way to her feet along with Annabel. Lee fires in three short chops of her own, knocking Burchill back into the ropes, to which Annabel takes her by the wrist and whips to the far side. Burchill rebounds, and ducks a clothesline attempt by Annabel, only to run right into a high drop kick on her return.
PERCY: Burchill back down on the canvas, but Annabel's already moving to get her on her feet. Hooks her around the waist, and Gutwrench Suplex takes them both back down to the canvas! Annabel going for another cover!
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CAT: Burchill out at two this time, and Annabel is moving like she's got an endless supply of energy. I think these idiots in the crowd are actually fueling the girl!
Annabel pulls Burchill up with her, and moves to push her back into the ropes, only to fire her off to the opposite side. Burchill returns, and as Annabel moves out to hit her with some offense, Burchill leaps into the air, hooking Annabel's right arm with her arm, swings herself behind her to hook Lee's left with her legs, and takes her down into a lightening fast crucifix pin.
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Annabel kicks out, rolling backwards to end up on her knee's. Burchill pops up like a flash, snapping her foot out to catch Annabel right in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick. Annabel sits there for a moment in a daze, before falling forwards to the canvas. Burchill uses the short reprieve to rub her aching back, and nods to a booing crowd as she jerks Annabel back up to a seated position. She takes a few steps away from her opponent only to come back in with a soccer like kick right into Annabel's lower back, causing the woman to arch awkwardly, and cry out in pain. Burchill quickly changes positions, moving front of her opponent with a short bound to the ropes, and then comes back with a low drop kick that catches Annabel right in her face, snapping her back down to the mat. Burchill makes the pin attempt this time, hooking Lee's leg deep.
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PERCY: THR-KICK OUT! Annabel out at two and a half, and Burchill has taken complete control at this point.
CAT: Seems that she has a fire lit under her as well, but it certainly doesn't come from these ungrateful fans.
Burchill pulls Annabel up, and then whips her off the ropes, and when she rebounds, catches her with a well executed spin wheel kick that catches her right in the mush. Annabel hit's the canvas again, and Burchill comes up, leaps high into the air, and then drops her knee directly into Annabel's skull. She rolls through the impact back up to her feet, hit's off the ropes, and then comes crashing back down with a snap leg drop. She remains seated with her leg casually draped over Annabel's chest, and the Senior Official moves to make the count.
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PERCY: Annabel out at two after that lazy cover, and I don't think that was intended to put her opponent away, but to add insult to injurty.
CAT: Get inside that innocent little head of Annabel's, and you can dismantle her from within. I like it.
Burchill makes a mocking gesture down at Annabel, which elicits even louder disdain from the crowd. Caroline allows a smirk in their direction before pulling Annabel up to her feet, and then just hammering her over into the nearest corner. She continues her beat down until Annabel is in a seated position, and she finally relents at another four and a half count from the Senior Official. She makes her way over to the opposite corner where she looks out at the crowd, signals, and then sprints across the ring. She throws her knee out and it connects with Annabel's skull, whiplashing the woman's head off the middle turnbuckle.
PERCY: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD BY BURCHILL! This one might be over!
CAT: Burchill pulling Annabel out of the corner and away from the ropes, drops for the cover!
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THREe-KICK OUT! At the last possible nano-second, Annabel's arm thrust up off the canvas, causing Orbach to throw her shoulder out in order to prevent counting the three. Caroline pops up to her feet, screaming in the Senior Official's face, who tries to explain that it was only a two count. After a few seconds of this, Burchill turns in utter disgust from the official, and stalks back over to Annabel who is barely moving.
PERCY: Caroline O'Hara Burchill is livid at what she feels was a three count, and it looks like she is going to take it out on Annabel Lee.
CAT: Damn right, and she should be. Sharon needs to get her eyes checked. That was a three count.
PERCY: Be that as it may, Burchill has Annabel back on her feet, AND WAIT! Annabel just knocked Burchill's hands out to the side, and is rapid firing right and left fist combinations into the woman's chest. Spinning Heel kick by Annabel right into Burchill's face! Burchill falls back into the ropes, and they spring her forwards, for ANOTHER ONE! ANNABELL RINGER!
CAT: Big move for Annabel, but it was out of desperation! She's back down on the canvas, and can't follow up!
The Senior Official checks both women, and after a few moments, shrugs, and begins her count.
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PERCY: Oh, no! Don't let it end this way! We've already had a qualifier match end with a no contest! We don't need another one!
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CAT: I agree, Percy, but what are we gonna do? Sharon's up to the count of six, and neither woman has moved!
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PERCY: Wait! Caroline is up to one knee, I think she's going to make it.
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PERCY: Yes, Caroline is on her feet. I guess she's going to go on to Seven Deadly Sins!
TE-Suddenly Annabel's legs roll up onto her chest, and with a surge of motion she swings them forwards, kipping up to her feet just in time to save herself and the match. Burchill stares at the woman in shock which quickly turns to rage, as she thunders forwards with a clothesline. Annabel ducks it, and both women spin to face each other. Burchill, however, finds a boot in her midsection upon completing her turn, which doubles her over. Annabel rolls over Burchill's back to end up behind her, hooks her around the waist, and takes her back down to the mat with a vicious German Suplex into a bridge.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Annable Lee with all the momentum here, snapping back to her feet, and pulling Burchill along with her. Hooks her around the head, completes a spin, and sits STRAIGHT DOWN into a Hangman's Neckbreaker!
CAT: There she is with another cover!
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THRE-KICK OUT! Caroline manages to get the shoulder up at the near fall, but Annabel is already back on the move. She makes her way over to the nearest corner, steps out onto the apron, and begins to make the climb to the top turnbuckle. Once perched, she looks out at the audience who showers her with cheers of encouragement. She flashes a smile and nods, bringing her arms up in front of her, and then bounces a bit to let her ponytail sway back and forth. Finally, with the antics done, she leaps out into the abyss.
PERCY: BEL-AIR! OH MY GOD! CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL MOVED! ANNABEL ATE NOTHING BUT CANVAS!
CAT: Burchill has made it back to her feet, she's begging for Annabel to do the same! This it, Percy! Burchill is going to put her away!
Annabel slowly gets to her feet as Burchill lays in wait behind her. When Annabel is finally vertical, Burchill springs forwards to the ropes in front of her opponent, leaps up to the middle rope for a springboard, and then spins around to hook Annabel around the head and spikes her off the mat with a Tornado DDT.
PERCY: KILLER QUEEN!
CAT: Caroline for the cover!
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REBEKAH ANDERSON: The winner of this match, and the fifth participant in the upcoming PAW Heavyweight Championship Ladder match at Seven Deadly Sins, CAROLINE O'HARA BURCHILL!!
PERCY: Burchill with a huge win over Annabel, and now she will go into Seven Deadly Sins as a challenger for the PAW Heavyweight Championship!
CAT: She's worked hard to get to this spot, and despite a few setbacks, just proved that she can hang with the best in PAW.
Burchill takes a turnbuckle, and ignores the boos coming her way as she points out at the crowd and nods in satisfaction. Annabel rolls under the bottom rope to land on her feet at ringside, and bangs her fist off the apron in frustration, shaking her head in disappointment. The fans that can reach her pat her on the back as she passes by, using the low exit beside the ramp to leave the arena. Burchill continues to cat call the PAW Universe as the fans respond in kind with thumbs down and boos, but she doesn't seem to care. Matter of fact, she feeds on it, deciding to take another turnbuckle just for good measure. The camera zooms in on her determined face as the scene cuts to the PAW Logo, and then to black.