Post by The BombTrax on Oct 1, 2016 19:51:48 GMT
Live From Seibert Hall
Homewood, AL
Friday, October 14th, 2016 at 10 pm CST
“A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat joins a long pan of the semi-darkened Siebert Hall, revealing within the spotlights that the turnout is packing the building to capacity, with some spilling out of their seats. The song plays and we sweep over the ring, the fans, the stands, the ramp, backstage where workers hurry to set up.
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from last nights Addiction begins to play; The French Mime Assassins successfully putting away The Lost Boyz; A fair showing for 'Country Fine' James Radford against Flaming Youth, that ended with Youth's patented Slow Burn; 'The Virus', Chris McKenzie, upsetting the fateful return of 'The Midnight King', Nirvana; The No Contest ending to a brutal Crank Championship match between Aokigahara Zombie and Hunter Storms; Highlights from the epic encounter between Caroline O'Hara Burchill and Annabel Lee; Finally a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen which turns into real pyrotechnics and fireworks from the stage and ramp. The entire arena is electric as the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.
PERCY: Welcome everyone to another episode of WICKED, coming to you LIVE from Seibert Hall in Homewood, Alabama! We've got a stellar show lined up for you, with a Main Event that could easily fill a slot on a PPV!
CAT: Damn right! Press is set to take on Deus, but I don't really get it. After what The BombTrax did to Deus last episode, how in the hell can anyone expect the enigma to show here tonight.
PERCY: The benefit of that mask means that it could be anyone, Cat. That means that even if the Deus the BombTrax destroyed last show can't make it, then another person can take the enigma's place. I could be wrong, but I guess we'll have to find out during our Main Event.
CAT: Well, if that wasn't awesome enough, we've got a Titans of the Midway match which see's our resident Wonder Woman defending against Anastasia Hayden in a No DQ match where pinfalls count anywhere! They could end up all over the building!
PERCY: That's right, Cat, and these women couldn't be more opposite. Nova Wonder has been a tremendous success since coming into the promotion, but Anastasia Hayden has had trouble finding her footing. A win here tonight could cement her as a real player, or we could see Hayden slip farther into obscurity.
CAT: Either way, I'm excited to see some bloodshed! In other news, we've got some sort of announcement coming from the boss lady tonight. That's always fun.
PERCY: Yes, considering the last two announcements she made at live events, you can expect this one to end with a bang. But before that, we get to see the mysterious 'Akuma Warrior', Shizuka, taking on Roscar, who despite Wilson Fisk's efforts, still can't seem to get off the ground.
CAT: Damn right. Greek God my ass. More like Greek Yogurt.
PERCY: Yes, well, at any rate, we've also got the debut of a new tag team in Johnny Raike and Loribeth 'Pound Cake' Daughton taking on none other than our PAW Tag Team Champions, who might not be on the same page after last episodes shenanigans.
CAT: Hey, Mikael and Wolfe seem to have put all that ridiculousness behind them, so I think there won't be any problems there.
PERCY: Indeed. Interesting things are developing in our first two matches as well, Cat. We've got a special Seven Deadly Sins preview match up with two of the participants in the PAW Heavyweight Championship Ladder Match. Black Jack Colter and Cross Recoba will set the bar here tonight for what could happen at the PPV.
CAT: Yeah, and after that we've got Kelsey Spencer taking on the Enhancement Talent's S.O.B., but the special guest referee is the woman who left her laying in her own blood a few ADDICTION's ago, Summer!
PERCY: That's a volatile situation, especially since it was supposed to be Summer in this match, but she maneuvered everyone into thinking she wouldn't be available only to show back up at the last second after the match was signed with S.O.B. Should be interesting to see how that plays out, but I'm guessing probably not very fair.
CAT: Ok, enough talking. Let's get this bloody show started already!
Cut to the mega screen over the entryway, clips and highlights from last nights Addiction begins to play; The French Mime Assassins successfully putting away The Lost Boyz; A fair showing for 'Country Fine' James Radford against Flaming Youth, that ended with Youth's patented Slow Burn; 'The Virus', Chris McKenzie, upsetting the fateful return of 'The Midnight King', Nirvana; The No Contest ending to a brutal Crank Championship match between Aokigahara Zombie and Hunter Storms; Highlights from the epic encounter between Caroline O'Hara Burchill and Annabel Lee; Finally a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb, that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen which turns into real pyrotechnics and fireworks from the stage and ramp. The entire arena is electric as the camera falls on the announce table where sits Percival Banion Chord and Caitlin Casey.
PERCY: Welcome everyone to another episode of WICKED, coming to you LIVE from Seibert Hall in Homewood, Alabama! We've got a stellar show lined up for you, with a Main Event that could easily fill a slot on a PPV!
CAT: Damn right! Press is set to take on Deus, but I don't really get it. After what The BombTrax did to Deus last episode, how in the hell can anyone expect the enigma to show here tonight.
PERCY: The benefit of that mask means that it could be anyone, Cat. That means that even if the Deus the BombTrax destroyed last show can't make it, then another person can take the enigma's place. I could be wrong, but I guess we'll have to find out during our Main Event.
CAT: Well, if that wasn't awesome enough, we've got a Titans of the Midway match which see's our resident Wonder Woman defending against Anastasia Hayden in a No DQ match where pinfalls count anywhere! They could end up all over the building!
PERCY: That's right, Cat, and these women couldn't be more opposite. Nova Wonder has been a tremendous success since coming into the promotion, but Anastasia Hayden has had trouble finding her footing. A win here tonight could cement her as a real player, or we could see Hayden slip farther into obscurity.
CAT: Either way, I'm excited to see some bloodshed! In other news, we've got some sort of announcement coming from the boss lady tonight. That's always fun.
PERCY: Yes, considering the last two announcements she made at live events, you can expect this one to end with a bang. But before that, we get to see the mysterious 'Akuma Warrior', Shizuka, taking on Roscar, who despite Wilson Fisk's efforts, still can't seem to get off the ground.
CAT: Damn right. Greek God my ass. More like Greek Yogurt.
PERCY: Yes, well, at any rate, we've also got the debut of a new tag team in Johnny Raike and Loribeth 'Pound Cake' Daughton taking on none other than our PAW Tag Team Champions, who might not be on the same page after last episodes shenanigans.
CAT: Hey, Mikael and Wolfe seem to have put all that ridiculousness behind them, so I think there won't be any problems there.
PERCY: Indeed. Interesting things are developing in our first two matches as well, Cat. We've got a special Seven Deadly Sins preview match up with two of the participants in the PAW Heavyweight Championship Ladder Match. Black Jack Colter and Cross Recoba will set the bar here tonight for what could happen at the PPV.
CAT: Yeah, and after that we've got Kelsey Spencer taking on the Enhancement Talent's S.O.B., but the special guest referee is the woman who left her laying in her own blood a few ADDICTION's ago, Summer!
PERCY: That's a volatile situation, especially since it was supposed to be Summer in this match, but she maneuvered everyone into thinking she wouldn't be available only to show back up at the last second after the match was signed with S.O.B. Should be interesting to see how that plays out, but I'm guessing probably not very fair.
CAT: Ok, enough talking. Let's get this bloody show started already!
Opening Bout
Singles Match
(Special SE7EN Deadly Sins Preview)
Black Jack Colter versus Cross Recoba
PERCY: This first match is set to be a doozy, Cat.
CAT: A doozy that's really more of a preview, actually, of what’s to come in little more than 2 weeks, Percy!
PERCY: Exciting isn’t it, Cat?
CAT: Hellz yeah. With the card being finalized after this cycle, we’re going to see 7 lunatics battle it out for that PAW Heavyweight strap that’s proved so elusive to all but one PAW Roster member. It’s gonna be a bloodbath, Percy!!
PERCY: By that one roster member, you, of course, mean Press. 1 half of the devastating duo known as the BombTrax.
CAT: Well, duh.
The distinctive voice of Jack Colter says "Hit me!" A Jack of clubs playing card runs across the video on the JumboTron, as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" begins to play. Jack Colter emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 232 pounds… BLACK…. JACK…. COLTERRRRRR!
Jack smirks and walks down the ramp at a measured and methodical pace, unfazed by the crowd's reaction. Upon arriving at the steel steps, Colter slowly walks up them, wiping his boots at the top before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Once inside, he paces the ring a bit before removing his black T-shirt and tossing it outside the ring.
PERCY: Black Jack Colter, at Addiction #3, determined by a narrow victory over Anastasia Hayden that he would be one of those 7 “lunatics” as Cat calls them.
CAT: He literally is a lunatic, Percy. Have you ever spoken to this man? Have you ever seen him wrestle?
PERCY: I’ve done both. And he’s quite well-spoken.
CAT: You’re calling me bias?
PERCY: Yes, Cat, I am.
The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' sounds across the arena. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they know what to expect when they hear the distinctive distorted power-chords that start the song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And his opponent, also from Las Vegas, Nevada…. Weighing 230 pounds…. He is… CROSS….. RECOBAAAAAAAAA!
He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd. He instinctively clutches the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.
He leaps onto the apron and smiles as he sees his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes and watching Black Jack Colter.
CAT: The Fox himself!
PERCY: Fresh off a victory over his newly minted other half, Kelsey Spencer.
CAT: It’s the heartwarming story of the year, Percy, and it makes me sick.
PERCY: That’s not fair, Cat. Cross and Kelsey have been locked in an presumptive embrace for a while now. Perhaps, in the end, all it took to finally get Kelsey and Cross together was for them to square off and release some erotic tension.
CAT: In a wrestling match? What in the HELL is wrong with you? Let’s just get back to the match itself.
DING! DING!
PERCY: And here we go, fight fans, to start it all off tonight here on WickedLive, we bring you two men who will soon be fighting one another and 5 others for a chance at title belt gold.
Colter moves in for a tie-up with Recoba only to find that Cross has hoisted a knee up right into Colter’s chest and knocked Black Jack backwards and left room for a precise Cross Recoba Dropkick that flattens Colter to the canvas! As Recoba kickflips to his feet ready to continue his assault, Colter scrambles to his feet and rushes Recoba with a clothesline that drops Recoba like a sack of bricks!
CAT: Don’t let the age fool you! “Black” Jack Colter can still move with the best of them.
PERCY: A fact Cross Recoba will learn if he didn’t already know it.
Colter is on Recoba with a quick kick to the rib that turns Recoba onto his side. Colter wastes precious little time grabbing Recoba by the neck from behind and righting him to a seat and JAMMING his knee into Recoba’s back and yanking back on Recoba’s jaw!
PERCY: A little unorthodox, but painful nonetheless!
CAT: Colter’s been around long enough to know he can turn just about any posture, position or movement into an opportunity for inflicting pain!
PERCY: A lethal adversary if ever there was one.
Colter maintains the pressure as Recoba winces in pain before Colter lets go and shoots that same knee into Recoba’s back to keep him stunned and give Jack Colter time to rise to his feet, dragging Cross with him, and turns him into a front facelock. Colter prepares a snap suplex only to find Recoba’s cleverly hooked the back of his leg and surprised Colter with a snap suplex of his own!
CAT: SURPRISE muh-fugga!
PERCY: Uhhh… yeah, what she said.
CAT: I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking, Percy.
PERCY: Well, Cross Recoba is definitely not one to be taken lightly either as he just showed “Black” Jack Colter!
Recoba transfers proficiently into mounted punches into Jack Colter before forcing the Gambler to his feet only to be met by a sudden uppcercut that leaves Recoba staggering. Colter darts forward and bulldogs Recoba’s face squarely into the canvas!
PERCY: Sporting opportunity there by Jack Colter!
CAT: He’s feisty tonight!
Colter pounces onto Recoba and readies a crossface but can’t secure Recoba’s arm. Cross expertly twists his head, his whole body shifts making it impossible for Colter to secure the crossface. Before long Recoba is driving painfully furious elbows back into the center of Colter’s chest forcing him to release his tenuous grip and claw up to a stand just as Recoba has beaten him to the punch and driven him to a knee with a thrusting knee right to Colter’s jaw!
CAT: Colter’s quick. But Recoba’s quicker! Inspite of the bum knee.
PERCY: I think that’s long been yesterday’s news, Cat. Cross Recoba is a reinvigorated man these days, and he’s giving Jack Colter a demonstration of just how lethal and ring-smart he can be!
With Colter on one knee, Recoba sees the perfect set up for a sudden step-enziguri that FLOORS Colter! Recoba slides in for the cover!
1…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Barely got the 1 count there did Recoba!
CAT: Jack Colter’s not going down that easily. This match is pretty high octane, one of these two is going to have to corner the momentum for himself soon.
PERCY: They certainly can’t hope to go at this pace for long… or can they?
Recoba jerks Colter up to a stand only to find Colter rushing his shoulder into Recoba’s midsection, doubling the Fox over. And Colter lifts, rises and SLAMS Cross Recoba down with a brutal spinebuster! Colter hooks one leg for a pin attempt!
1…
TW-KICKOUT!
PERCY: Recoba did not see that coming.
CAT: Colter’s performing at a peak here in PAW as of late. I can only wonder where that plateau is, Percy. Does he have what it takes to take home that gold at his advanced age?
PERCY: I’d hardly call it “advanced age”, Cat. But I would agree that “Black” Jack Colter’s been lighting PAW up the past month and a half after a brief dry spell in the win column. There’s no telling how high he’s able to climb with the momentum he’s got on his side.
As Colter goes to stand, he’s surprised by a sudden triangle choke by Recoba!
PERCY: Center of the ring! Colter was NOT expecting this!
Recoba lays some fists down into Colter’s head as he locks on the choke and Colter looks to be struggling before powering upwards and viscerally SLAMMING Recoba back down with a modified powerbomb that stops the triangle choke from doing anymore damage! And Colter staggers away red-faced with one hand clutching his lower back, the other his neck.
CAT: That took a lot of steam on the part of “Black” Jack Colter to muster.
PERCY: Recoba undeniably took the brunt of it though, Cat.
Cross struggles to his side, and uses the ropes to drag himself to a stand as Colter is already upon him, laying some angry fists down into Recoba’s side, followed with a knee strike and a thrusting elbow that knocks Recoba senseless before whipping him across the ring for a rebound off the ropes, and comes back only to be surprised by a sunset flip into a pin!!
1…
2…
THR-KICKOUT!
PERCY: I don’t believe it! Cross Recoba has turned Colter’s strategy upside down.
CAT: If not that, he’s managed to turn every opportunity on Colter’s behalf into a winning opportunity for himself.
PERCY: The Fox is definitely not to be underestimated. And I think Colter’s seeing that most assuredly now.
Colter climbs to a stand, eyeing Recoba warily as Cross uses the ropes to make it back to his feet and surprises Colter with a sudden stiff sidekick that stuns Colter! With a sudden reversal of fortune, Recoba steps into Colter and surprises him once more with a ranhei into a pin!!
1..
2….
THR—KICKOUT!!
PERCY: Amazing effort by Cross Recoba!
CAT: Jack Colter’s gotta be thinking two steps ahead in that ring against Cross Recoba.
PERCY: There’s 5 PAW superstars in the back who better be taking notes in this match.
Colter rolls his way out of the ring and paces around as Recoba takes the chance for a breather. Theo Refano starts in the count on Jack Colter.
1….
2….
PERCY: Cross Recoba is stalking Colter’s progress on the outside, seemingly daring The Gambler to come back in the ring.
CAT: Might come to regret that…
3…
Jack Colter slides inside with an eye on Recoba as Theo Refano breaks his count. Recoba paces cockily as Colter climbs to his feet and the two men circle one another, this time less eager to provoke or attack the other. Recoba is the first to make a move. He charges in at Recoba and swings a punch only for Colter to block it, spin Recoba around and SLAM him down hard with a hangman’s neckbreaker!
PERCY: Swift follow-up by Jack Colter!
With Recoba stunned and down Colter shifts his focus to Recoba’s legs. He takes a seat on the small of Recoba’s back, grabs both legs and wrenches back on both in a boston crab!
CAT: Nice Boston crab by Jack Colter!
PERCY: And Cross Recoba is in obvious pain there. He might be able to make it to the ropes to break this!
Colter wrenches hard on the spine of Recoba, but luckily for Cross he’s close enough to the ropes to power forward and grip the bottom rope. Theo Refano points the rope break out to Jack Colter who grudgingly relents after a few more seconds of pain infliction. Colter steps forward and jaws at the official as Recoba straightens out and finds himself a firm seat in the corner, eyeing Colter who turns to watch Recoba shift awkwardly to a stand with the help of the ropes. As Colter steps in to take the fight back to Recoba, he finds himself on the receiving end of a quick left jab!
PERCY: Recoba’s so damn versatile. He’s boxing with Colter now and keeping a distance.
CAT: But there’s damage done, Percy. Recoba’s definitely not the speedy fighter he was when he started this match, and Colter knows it.
Colter’s head snaps back from the quick jabs from Recoba. The blows doing nothing more than to keep Colter at a distance before Colter fires a shot of his own into Recoba’s jaw and the two men open up and begin unloading!
PERCY: And we’ve got an all-out brawl on our hands!
Recoba and Colter trade blows; block one; return one; neither man getting the upperhand before Colter strikes Recoba with a hard right hook that staggers Cross to the point of stunning. Colter aims a finger/gun out into the crowd before lining up a superkick!
PERCY: THE COLT .45—NO!!!
Recoba dodges the superkick signature narrowly and hits Colter with a sudden and surprising saito suplex that folds Colter over onto his stomach upon the quaking impact!
PERCY: Close call there! Colter was mere inches from finishing Recoba off for good!
Recoba staggers up to a stand a moment before dropping a knee into Colter’s back and wrenching back on Colter’s arms in a modified butterfly before dropping an elbow painfully into Colter’s spine then spinning the older man up to his feet and surprising him with a snap suplex!
PERCY: Recoba is showing no mercy now.
CAT: He’s more methodical now than he was to start this match. I think he sees the predator in Colter that he didn’t fully see before.
PERCY: There’s definitely a shift in demeanor. I don’t think either of these two men want to leave anything to chance.
Recoba drags Colter back to a stand only to get knocked senseless by a jawbreaker that drops Recoba backwards. Colter stumbles in for a cover!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: I bet Colter would’ve preferred that pin attempt had worked.
CAT: Nothing doing, though. These two showed up with their work hats on tonight.
Colter sits up as Recoba rolls sideways and uses the ropes to leverage him back to a stand.
PERCY: Hard to say which of these two can find the upper hand and keep it here in our opening match.
Jack looks over and sees Recoba against the ropes, and charges in after him with a lariat. Recoba see's him coming, however, and ducks the swinging blow to end up behind Jack. Colter whirls around and Cross is right there, hooking him by the back of the legs, and yanking them out from under him. Colter hit's the mat, and Recoba retains control of the legs, cinching up and trying to turn him over into his patented Garibaldi's Guillotine. Colter struggles against him every step of the way, and still being relatively close to the ropes, he reaches out and grabs the bottom to keep from being turned over. Cross snarls in frustration, letting loose of Colter's legs, and descending on the man with a series of stomps to the midsection. He pushes him completely under the bottom rope to the ring apron, and finally Jack rolls off to land at ringside. He's up quickly, reaches into the ring, and grabs Cross by the boot, and yanks it out from under him. Recoba tumbles backwards, and Jack quickly hops up onto the ring apron, and enters the ring. When Recoba comes up, he comes up fighting, and charges right at Colter. Jack catches him with a kneelift that doubles Cross over, immediately followed by a Famasser that seems to come out of nowhere. Recoba's face spikes off the mat, and the impact causes him to flip over onto his back.
PERCY: THE GUILLOTINE! Just not the one that Cross Recoba was hoping for!
CAT: Jack's going for another cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: Well there's a preview for you, Black Jack Colter just beat Cross Recoba right before the biggest match in either man's careers!
CAT: Yeah, and you have to wonder what kind of psychological effect this will have going into a match that already has so many factors.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And the winner of this match by pinfall, BLACK JACK COLTER!
Colter pulls himself up off of Cross and takes a moment to stare down at the man with a sneer, before turning back to the crowd with both arms raised above his head. Several boo, but there are a few cheers mingled in, and even a few Black Jack signs out in the audience. He nods, and points to those who do, and makes 'boohoo' faces to those that don't, followed by a sardonic chuckle. He clears out of the ring much the way he entered it, sauntering up the aisle and making the sign of the championship as he goes.
PERCY: Well folks, big win for Colter, but we've got bills to pay. Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back!
CAT: A doozy that's really more of a preview, actually, of what’s to come in little more than 2 weeks, Percy!
PERCY: Exciting isn’t it, Cat?
CAT: Hellz yeah. With the card being finalized after this cycle, we’re going to see 7 lunatics battle it out for that PAW Heavyweight strap that’s proved so elusive to all but one PAW Roster member. It’s gonna be a bloodbath, Percy!!
PERCY: By that one roster member, you, of course, mean Press. 1 half of the devastating duo known as the BombTrax.
CAT: Well, duh.
The distinctive voice of Jack Colter says "Hit me!" A Jack of clubs playing card runs across the video on the JumboTron, as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" begins to play. Jack Colter emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 232 pounds… BLACK…. JACK…. COLTERRRRRR!
Jack smirks and walks down the ramp at a measured and methodical pace, unfazed by the crowd's reaction. Upon arriving at the steel steps, Colter slowly walks up them, wiping his boots at the top before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Once inside, he paces the ring a bit before removing his black T-shirt and tossing it outside the ring.
PERCY: Black Jack Colter, at Addiction #3, determined by a narrow victory over Anastasia Hayden that he would be one of those 7 “lunatics” as Cat calls them.
CAT: He literally is a lunatic, Percy. Have you ever spoken to this man? Have you ever seen him wrestle?
PERCY: I’ve done both. And he’s quite well-spoken.
CAT: You’re calling me bias?
PERCY: Yes, Cat, I am.
The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' sounds across the arena. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they know what to expect when they hear the distinctive distorted power-chords that start the song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And his opponent, also from Las Vegas, Nevada…. Weighing 230 pounds…. He is… CROSS….. RECOBAAAAAAAAA!
He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd. He instinctively clutches the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.
He leaps onto the apron and smiles as he sees his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes and watching Black Jack Colter.
CAT: The Fox himself!
PERCY: Fresh off a victory over his newly minted other half, Kelsey Spencer.
CAT: It’s the heartwarming story of the year, Percy, and it makes me sick.
PERCY: That’s not fair, Cat. Cross and Kelsey have been locked in an presumptive embrace for a while now. Perhaps, in the end, all it took to finally get Kelsey and Cross together was for them to square off and release some erotic tension.
CAT: In a wrestling match? What in the HELL is wrong with you? Let’s just get back to the match itself.
DING! DING!
PERCY: And here we go, fight fans, to start it all off tonight here on WickedLive, we bring you two men who will soon be fighting one another and 5 others for a chance at title belt gold.
Colter moves in for a tie-up with Recoba only to find that Cross has hoisted a knee up right into Colter’s chest and knocked Black Jack backwards and left room for a precise Cross Recoba Dropkick that flattens Colter to the canvas! As Recoba kickflips to his feet ready to continue his assault, Colter scrambles to his feet and rushes Recoba with a clothesline that drops Recoba like a sack of bricks!
CAT: Don’t let the age fool you! “Black” Jack Colter can still move with the best of them.
PERCY: A fact Cross Recoba will learn if he didn’t already know it.
Colter is on Recoba with a quick kick to the rib that turns Recoba onto his side. Colter wastes precious little time grabbing Recoba by the neck from behind and righting him to a seat and JAMMING his knee into Recoba’s back and yanking back on Recoba’s jaw!
PERCY: A little unorthodox, but painful nonetheless!
CAT: Colter’s been around long enough to know he can turn just about any posture, position or movement into an opportunity for inflicting pain!
PERCY: A lethal adversary if ever there was one.
Colter maintains the pressure as Recoba winces in pain before Colter lets go and shoots that same knee into Recoba’s back to keep him stunned and give Jack Colter time to rise to his feet, dragging Cross with him, and turns him into a front facelock. Colter prepares a snap suplex only to find Recoba’s cleverly hooked the back of his leg and surprised Colter with a snap suplex of his own!
CAT: SURPRISE muh-fugga!
PERCY: Uhhh… yeah, what she said.
CAT: I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking, Percy.
PERCY: Well, Cross Recoba is definitely not one to be taken lightly either as he just showed “Black” Jack Colter!
Recoba transfers proficiently into mounted punches into Jack Colter before forcing the Gambler to his feet only to be met by a sudden uppcercut that leaves Recoba staggering. Colter darts forward and bulldogs Recoba’s face squarely into the canvas!
PERCY: Sporting opportunity there by Jack Colter!
CAT: He’s feisty tonight!
Colter pounces onto Recoba and readies a crossface but can’t secure Recoba’s arm. Cross expertly twists his head, his whole body shifts making it impossible for Colter to secure the crossface. Before long Recoba is driving painfully furious elbows back into the center of Colter’s chest forcing him to release his tenuous grip and claw up to a stand just as Recoba has beaten him to the punch and driven him to a knee with a thrusting knee right to Colter’s jaw!
CAT: Colter’s quick. But Recoba’s quicker! Inspite of the bum knee.
PERCY: I think that’s long been yesterday’s news, Cat. Cross Recoba is a reinvigorated man these days, and he’s giving Jack Colter a demonstration of just how lethal and ring-smart he can be!
With Colter on one knee, Recoba sees the perfect set up for a sudden step-enziguri that FLOORS Colter! Recoba slides in for the cover!
1…
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Barely got the 1 count there did Recoba!
CAT: Jack Colter’s not going down that easily. This match is pretty high octane, one of these two is going to have to corner the momentum for himself soon.
PERCY: They certainly can’t hope to go at this pace for long… or can they?
Recoba jerks Colter up to a stand only to find Colter rushing his shoulder into Recoba’s midsection, doubling the Fox over. And Colter lifts, rises and SLAMS Cross Recoba down with a brutal spinebuster! Colter hooks one leg for a pin attempt!
1…
TW-KICKOUT!
PERCY: Recoba did not see that coming.
CAT: Colter’s performing at a peak here in PAW as of late. I can only wonder where that plateau is, Percy. Does he have what it takes to take home that gold at his advanced age?
PERCY: I’d hardly call it “advanced age”, Cat. But I would agree that “Black” Jack Colter’s been lighting PAW up the past month and a half after a brief dry spell in the win column. There’s no telling how high he’s able to climb with the momentum he’s got on his side.
As Colter goes to stand, he’s surprised by a sudden triangle choke by Recoba!
PERCY: Center of the ring! Colter was NOT expecting this!
Recoba lays some fists down into Colter’s head as he locks on the choke and Colter looks to be struggling before powering upwards and viscerally SLAMMING Recoba back down with a modified powerbomb that stops the triangle choke from doing anymore damage! And Colter staggers away red-faced with one hand clutching his lower back, the other his neck.
CAT: That took a lot of steam on the part of “Black” Jack Colter to muster.
PERCY: Recoba undeniably took the brunt of it though, Cat.
Cross struggles to his side, and uses the ropes to drag himself to a stand as Colter is already upon him, laying some angry fists down into Recoba’s side, followed with a knee strike and a thrusting elbow that knocks Recoba senseless before whipping him across the ring for a rebound off the ropes, and comes back only to be surprised by a sunset flip into a pin!!
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THR-KICKOUT!
PERCY: I don’t believe it! Cross Recoba has turned Colter’s strategy upside down.
CAT: If not that, he’s managed to turn every opportunity on Colter’s behalf into a winning opportunity for himself.
PERCY: The Fox is definitely not to be underestimated. And I think Colter’s seeing that most assuredly now.
Colter climbs to a stand, eyeing Recoba warily as Cross uses the ropes to make it back to his feet and surprises Colter with a sudden stiff sidekick that stuns Colter! With a sudden reversal of fortune, Recoba steps into Colter and surprises him once more with a ranhei into a pin!!
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THR—KICKOUT!!
PERCY: Amazing effort by Cross Recoba!
CAT: Jack Colter’s gotta be thinking two steps ahead in that ring against Cross Recoba.
PERCY: There’s 5 PAW superstars in the back who better be taking notes in this match.
Colter rolls his way out of the ring and paces around as Recoba takes the chance for a breather. Theo Refano starts in the count on Jack Colter.
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PERCY: Cross Recoba is stalking Colter’s progress on the outside, seemingly daring The Gambler to come back in the ring.
CAT: Might come to regret that…
3…
Jack Colter slides inside with an eye on Recoba as Theo Refano breaks his count. Recoba paces cockily as Colter climbs to his feet and the two men circle one another, this time less eager to provoke or attack the other. Recoba is the first to make a move. He charges in at Recoba and swings a punch only for Colter to block it, spin Recoba around and SLAM him down hard with a hangman’s neckbreaker!
PERCY: Swift follow-up by Jack Colter!
With Recoba stunned and down Colter shifts his focus to Recoba’s legs. He takes a seat on the small of Recoba’s back, grabs both legs and wrenches back on both in a boston crab!
CAT: Nice Boston crab by Jack Colter!
PERCY: And Cross Recoba is in obvious pain there. He might be able to make it to the ropes to break this!
Colter wrenches hard on the spine of Recoba, but luckily for Cross he’s close enough to the ropes to power forward and grip the bottom rope. Theo Refano points the rope break out to Jack Colter who grudgingly relents after a few more seconds of pain infliction. Colter steps forward and jaws at the official as Recoba straightens out and finds himself a firm seat in the corner, eyeing Colter who turns to watch Recoba shift awkwardly to a stand with the help of the ropes. As Colter steps in to take the fight back to Recoba, he finds himself on the receiving end of a quick left jab!
PERCY: Recoba’s so damn versatile. He’s boxing with Colter now and keeping a distance.
CAT: But there’s damage done, Percy. Recoba’s definitely not the speedy fighter he was when he started this match, and Colter knows it.
Colter’s head snaps back from the quick jabs from Recoba. The blows doing nothing more than to keep Colter at a distance before Colter fires a shot of his own into Recoba’s jaw and the two men open up and begin unloading!
PERCY: And we’ve got an all-out brawl on our hands!
Recoba and Colter trade blows; block one; return one; neither man getting the upperhand before Colter strikes Recoba with a hard right hook that staggers Cross to the point of stunning. Colter aims a finger/gun out into the crowd before lining up a superkick!
PERCY: THE COLT .45—NO!!!
Recoba dodges the superkick signature narrowly and hits Colter with a sudden and surprising saito suplex that folds Colter over onto his stomach upon the quaking impact!
PERCY: Close call there! Colter was mere inches from finishing Recoba off for good!
Recoba staggers up to a stand a moment before dropping a knee into Colter’s back and wrenching back on Colter’s arms in a modified butterfly before dropping an elbow painfully into Colter’s spine then spinning the older man up to his feet and surprising him with a snap suplex!
PERCY: Recoba is showing no mercy now.
CAT: He’s more methodical now than he was to start this match. I think he sees the predator in Colter that he didn’t fully see before.
PERCY: There’s definitely a shift in demeanor. I don’t think either of these two men want to leave anything to chance.
Recoba drags Colter back to a stand only to get knocked senseless by a jawbreaker that drops Recoba backwards. Colter stumbles in for a cover!
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KICKOUT!
PERCY: I bet Colter would’ve preferred that pin attempt had worked.
CAT: Nothing doing, though. These two showed up with their work hats on tonight.
Colter sits up as Recoba rolls sideways and uses the ropes to leverage him back to a stand.
PERCY: Hard to say which of these two can find the upper hand and keep it here in our opening match.
Jack looks over and sees Recoba against the ropes, and charges in after him with a lariat. Recoba see's him coming, however, and ducks the swinging blow to end up behind Jack. Colter whirls around and Cross is right there, hooking him by the back of the legs, and yanking them out from under him. Colter hit's the mat, and Recoba retains control of the legs, cinching up and trying to turn him over into his patented Garibaldi's Guillotine. Colter struggles against him every step of the way, and still being relatively close to the ropes, he reaches out and grabs the bottom to keep from being turned over. Cross snarls in frustration, letting loose of Colter's legs, and descending on the man with a series of stomps to the midsection. He pushes him completely under the bottom rope to the ring apron, and finally Jack rolls off to land at ringside. He's up quickly, reaches into the ring, and grabs Cross by the boot, and yanks it out from under him. Recoba tumbles backwards, and Jack quickly hops up onto the ring apron, and enters the ring. When Recoba comes up, he comes up fighting, and charges right at Colter. Jack catches him with a kneelift that doubles Cross over, immediately followed by a Famasser that seems to come out of nowhere. Recoba's face spikes off the mat, and the impact causes him to flip over onto his back.
PERCY: THE GUILLOTINE! Just not the one that Cross Recoba was hoping for!
CAT: Jack's going for another cover!
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3!!!
PERCY: Well there's a preview for you, Black Jack Colter just beat Cross Recoba right before the biggest match in either man's careers!
CAT: Yeah, and you have to wonder what kind of psychological effect this will have going into a match that already has so many factors.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And the winner of this match by pinfall, BLACK JACK COLTER!
Colter pulls himself up off of Cross and takes a moment to stare down at the man with a sneer, before turning back to the crowd with both arms raised above his head. Several boo, but there are a few cheers mingled in, and even a few Black Jack signs out in the audience. He nods, and points to those who do, and makes 'boohoo' faces to those that don't, followed by a sardonic chuckle. He clears out of the ring much the way he entered it, sauntering up the aisle and making the sign of the championship as he goes.
PERCY: Well folks, big win for Colter, but we've got bills to pay. Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back!
CTN INSIDER - IN STORES NOW!!
Singles Match
(Special Guest Referee: Summer)
S.O.B. versus Kelsey Spencer
PERCY: Welcome back everyone, and let's just say that this next match of ours should be interesting.
CAT: Damn right, we're going to see a little cat fighting I bet.
PERCY: Yes, well let's not leave it open for debate. Richard, take it away...
RICHARD ANDERSON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall or submission, and will have a Special Guest Referee....
Thunder rumbles and an orange spotlight appears, lighting up the ramp. “Footsteps” by Pop Evil kicks in over the speakers as a petite woman appears to a torrent of boos, moving into the spotlight despite the fact. She's wearing a black hoodie with the word FIREBIRD written across the back, the hood up to cover her face although it sports a pair of cat ears on top of her head. Slowly, she turns around and extends her arms, tilting her head back as the hood falls to reveal a shock of bright red hair.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, your Special Guest Referee, 'The Arizona Firebird', SUMMER!
Pumping her fist in the air, she whirls back towards the ring and springs into action, sprinting down the ramp and diving under the bottom rope. She rolls to her feet and runs to the opposite ropes, shouting taunts at the booing crowd before dismissing them with a toss of her hair and a flip of her hand. When she pulls the hoodie off she reveals a PAW Referee's shirt underneath, and she smirks at the crowd while pointing at the emblem that gives her the power in this match.
PERCY: This is just wrong, Cat. Summer has no place refereeing this match after the troubles she and Kelsey Spencer of had. It isn't fair.
CAT: Awww, boo hoo. I don't give a shit about fair, Percy. I want controversy, and this is about as controversial as you can get!
PERCY: Yes, well S.O.B. has made into the ring without much fanfare, and now we await the arrival of Spencer.
"First World Anarchist" by The Dollyrots hits over the PA System, and the capacity crowd comes to it's feet with cheers and adulation. Kelsey bursts out from behind the curtain, brimming with energy. The fans react as she moves from one end of the stage to the other, calling out to them with positive vibes.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And introducing S.O.B.'s opponent, weighting in at 124 pounds, and residing in Baltimore, Maryland, she is 'BLUE THUNDER', KELSEY SPENCER!!
She's all smiles as she makes her way down the ramp with a spring in her step, sometimes slapping the outstretched hands of young fans as she passes. She enters the ring by scaling the turnbuckle on the outside and jumping over the top rope, throwing up the sign of the horns with confidence. When she turns back to the interior of the ring, however, the smile fades as she and Summer lock eyes. Summer breaks the eye contact with a smirk, and then signals for the bell.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer is obviously not happy about Summer being out here in this role, and I don't blame her. I don't see how this is right.
CAT: Sometimes it's not about right or wrong, Percy, but about what's going to create a great situation.
PERCY: Wait a minute. What is Summer doing?
CAT: Looks like she's getting out of the ring for some reason.
S.O.B. and Kelsey watch as Summer moves around ringside to the time keepers table, snatches a chair out from under the timid young man, and then stalks back towards the ring. She rolls in under the bottom rope with the chair, and Kelsey immediately takes up a defensive stance. Summer just laughs, and then tosses the chair over to S.O.B., who catches it with a confused expression. She shrugs, and points at Kelsey, and sudden realization sets in as he smirks, and turns towards Blue Thunder deviously.
PERCY: What the hell is this?
CAT: Looks to me like Summer just made this a hardcore match! Hell Yeah!
PERCY: She doesn't have the authority do this, god damn it. Someone needs to put an end to this farce.
CAT: Oh, pipe down, Percy. Let's just see what happens.
S.O.B. stands there for a moment with his weapon, and just sneers across at Kelsey who nervously tries to keep an eye on him and Summer. Suddenly he tears forward, bringing the chair up over his head, and swinging for the fences. Kelsey ducks and rolls under the chair swing, popping up to her feet behind him. S.O.B. spins around to face her, but he's caught with a stiff standing side kick to his stomach which doubles him over, and then a roundhouse knee to the jaw that sends him chest first down across the ropes. The chair leaves his grasp and clangs to the concrete outside, and Kelsey quickly pulls S.O.B. up and into a corner, while trying to keep one eye on Summer. S.O.B. takes advantage of the added distraction by jamming a thumb right into Spencer's eye. Kelsey recoils from the man, and he charges out of the corner with a stiff clothesline that sends her thundering to the mat.
PERCY: Blatent thumb to the eyes there, but Summer doesn't appear to care, as she's half goading S.O.B. on with every move. S.O.B. now stomping away at Kelsey, just pummeling the woman, and Summer isn't making any move to stop him. Jesus, this isn't right.
CAT: Alright you broken record, just shut up and call the action.
S.O.B. reaches down and snatches Kelsey up off the canvas, and scoop slams her back down into a more centered position. He immediately falls back into the ropes, and rebounds into a high leaping elbow drop straight down across her chest. Kelsey clutches at her previously injured shoulder, and S.O.B. nods as Summer points it out to him.
PERCY: What the hell?!? Now the referee is COACHING the man! C'mon, Cat, this is just ridiculous!
CAT: Yeah, but it sure does make for some good television. Hey, can you pass the popcorn?
S.O.B. stretches Kelsey's arm out at her side, and then proceeds to stomp right down onto the shoulder in question. Kelsey recoils in pain, rolling across the ring to try and create distance, but S.O.B. stays in step with her. Eventually she reaches the ropes, and she grabs at them to pull herself up, and the burly black man helps her up by pushing her into the nearby corner. He winds up his right hand, and just before launching in a chop, he sniffs the air and screams, 'Cracka'. Kelsey winces at the stinging chop, but nearly goes berserk when S.O.B. takes her by the injured limb, and wraps it around the ropes only to yank it in the opposite direction. He puts his boot up on the middle rope to give him leverage, and pulls even harder, trapping her shoulder against the steel cable of ropes, and trying to dislocate it. Summer steps in, and asks Kelsey if she wants to submit, while the woman cries out in pain and shakes her head vehemently 'No'.
PERCY: Well, are you satisfied, Cat? This is a complete farce, and should be thrown out!
CAT: Ok, ok. Maybe this is a little much.
S.O.B. finally lets loose of his hold, and hooks Kelsey around the head to perform a running bulldog that drives her face into the mat. He spins around, and goes for the cover. Summer drops quickly, and swiftly bangs the mat.
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THRE-KICK OUT! Kelsey barely gets out of the fast count, and Summer shakes her head in disappointment as she instructs S.O.B. to do more damage. The burly black man complies, pulling Kelsey to her feet, and then hooks one hand behind her back into a hammerlock, while scooping her up, and slamming her back down to the mat with a body slam. Her trapped arm and shoulder impact off the mat, and she spins over onto her stomach banging her head off the canvas in pain.
PERCY: Fast counts, encouragement, and a total disregard for the rules. This is ridiculous.
CAT: Maybe so, but PAW Management put this together for a reason, Percy.
PERCY: Yeah, and maybe that should be reviewed.
S.O.B. doesn't bother going for a cover, rather he lifts Kelsey up to her feet, and then scoops her up onto his shoulder. He takes a few steps back, and then with a flourish of motion, steps forward and drops to one knee, ramming Kelsey's shoulder right down into the top of his thigh. He releases her, and she falls forwards clutching at the limb, while he lays on top of her for a cover.
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THREe-KICK OUT! Summer beats the fist with her mat after the near fall, and then yells at S.O.B. to finish her. S.O.B. nods, pulling Kelsey back to her feet, and hooks her up into a butterfly position.
PERCY: Good lord, S.O.B. hasn't even executed the move, but just having her arm pulled up in that position is causing Kelsey pain. I can't believe this is what PAW Management had in mind when they booked this match.
CAT: Yeah, but it's underway now, and there's no way of going back and finishing it!
S.O.B. lifts Kelsey up into the air by her arms, flips her over for a Tiger Bomb, but at the last second she hooks him around the head and turns it into a Hurricanarana. S.O.B.'s head spikes off the canvas, and Summer's hands shoot up to her cheeks in an expression of shock. Kelsey gets to her feet holding her shoulder, slowly turning around to S.O.B. as he dazedly gets to his. She slips in behind the man, slips her head under his arm, and in a great burst of strength lifts him up, spins him out, and sits straight down into her patented powerbomb.
PERCY: BLUE THUNDER BOMB! Kelsey has the cover, and this should be academic!
CAT: Yeah, but...uh...Summer's not counting.
Summer steps over to the far corner and starts heckling the fans, who boo her loudly as Kelsey continues to lay across S.O.B. Finally, after several moments passed by, Spencer snaps up off of S.O.B., and she talks over to where Summer is still not paying her any attention. She grabs her by the arm, and spins her around, and starts yelling at her to make the count. Summer yells right back, pointing at her PAW Refree emblem, and threatens to throw Kelsey out of the match.
PERCY: Are you kidding me? Summer is threatening to throw Kelsey out of the match!
CAT: Yeah, and we're on the verge of a riot here. These fans are NOT happy.
PERCY: Wait...look......Senior Official, Sharon Orbach, is on her way to the ring.
As Sharon enters the ring, both women take note, and Summer looks nervously between her and Kelsey. Sharon steps right up to Summer once she's inside, and rips the PAW official's emblem right off of her shirt, and then she takes Kelsey by her good arm, and lifts her arm in victory. The PAW fans explode. Sharon steps over to the time keeper who's at the edge of the ring, explains some things, and then makes way for Richard Anderson.
RICHARD ANDERSON: The winner of this match due to disqualification, 'BLUE THUNDER', KELSEY SPENCER!
The fans explode once more, and Kelsey smiles out at them as Sharon Orbach lifts her arm once more.
PERCY: Well, it looks like we finally have some damn justice out here! OH! SUMMER JUST NAILED KELSEY FROM BEHIND!! Orbach trying to get control, OH! SUMMER JUST STRUCK OUR SENIOR OFFICIAL!
CAT: Oh shit...that's going to cost her.
PERCY: Summer growling insults down at Sharon, and turns back towards Kelsey! OH! KELSEY JUST SPEARED SUMMER DOWN TO THE MAT! NOW FISTS ARE FLYING FROM BOTH SIDES! THESE TWO LADIES ARE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER!
Summer and Kelsey rolls around the ring, one ending on top of the other just long enough to get a shot in before the other does much the same. After a few moments of this security suddenly appears in the ring, and the two ladies are peeled away from one another, still kicking and screaming as the fans whoop and holler in delight.
PERCY: This thing between Kelsey Spencer and Summer has gone beyond personal, and we're going to have to settle this at some point, but not tonight.
CAT: Smells like a PPV match to me.
PERCY: Good point, Cat, but right now it looks like Security has got this back under control. Yes...Yes...I'm getting word in my headset now. We're going to take a commercial break to let things settle down, and we'll be right back. Don't touch that dial!
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CAT: Damn right, we're going to see a little cat fighting I bet.
PERCY: Yes, well let's not leave it open for debate. Richard, take it away...
RICHARD ANDERSON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall or submission, and will have a Special Guest Referee....
Thunder rumbles and an orange spotlight appears, lighting up the ramp. “Footsteps” by Pop Evil kicks in over the speakers as a petite woman appears to a torrent of boos, moving into the spotlight despite the fact. She's wearing a black hoodie with the word FIREBIRD written across the back, the hood up to cover her face although it sports a pair of cat ears on top of her head. Slowly, she turns around and extends her arms, tilting her head back as the hood falls to reveal a shock of bright red hair.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, your Special Guest Referee, 'The Arizona Firebird', SUMMER!
Pumping her fist in the air, she whirls back towards the ring and springs into action, sprinting down the ramp and diving under the bottom rope. She rolls to her feet and runs to the opposite ropes, shouting taunts at the booing crowd before dismissing them with a toss of her hair and a flip of her hand. When she pulls the hoodie off she reveals a PAW Referee's shirt underneath, and she smirks at the crowd while pointing at the emblem that gives her the power in this match.
PERCY: This is just wrong, Cat. Summer has no place refereeing this match after the troubles she and Kelsey Spencer of had. It isn't fair.
CAT: Awww, boo hoo. I don't give a shit about fair, Percy. I want controversy, and this is about as controversial as you can get!
PERCY: Yes, well S.O.B. has made into the ring without much fanfare, and now we await the arrival of Spencer.
"First World Anarchist" by The Dollyrots hits over the PA System, and the capacity crowd comes to it's feet with cheers and adulation. Kelsey bursts out from behind the curtain, brimming with energy. The fans react as she moves from one end of the stage to the other, calling out to them with positive vibes.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And introducing S.O.B.'s opponent, weighting in at 124 pounds, and residing in Baltimore, Maryland, she is 'BLUE THUNDER', KELSEY SPENCER!!
She's all smiles as she makes her way down the ramp with a spring in her step, sometimes slapping the outstretched hands of young fans as she passes. She enters the ring by scaling the turnbuckle on the outside and jumping over the top rope, throwing up the sign of the horns with confidence. When she turns back to the interior of the ring, however, the smile fades as she and Summer lock eyes. Summer breaks the eye contact with a smirk, and then signals for the bell.
PERCY: Kelsey Spencer is obviously not happy about Summer being out here in this role, and I don't blame her. I don't see how this is right.
CAT: Sometimes it's not about right or wrong, Percy, but about what's going to create a great situation.
PERCY: Wait a minute. What is Summer doing?
CAT: Looks like she's getting out of the ring for some reason.
S.O.B. and Kelsey watch as Summer moves around ringside to the time keepers table, snatches a chair out from under the timid young man, and then stalks back towards the ring. She rolls in under the bottom rope with the chair, and Kelsey immediately takes up a defensive stance. Summer just laughs, and then tosses the chair over to S.O.B., who catches it with a confused expression. She shrugs, and points at Kelsey, and sudden realization sets in as he smirks, and turns towards Blue Thunder deviously.
PERCY: What the hell is this?
CAT: Looks to me like Summer just made this a hardcore match! Hell Yeah!
PERCY: She doesn't have the authority do this, god damn it. Someone needs to put an end to this farce.
CAT: Oh, pipe down, Percy. Let's just see what happens.
S.O.B. stands there for a moment with his weapon, and just sneers across at Kelsey who nervously tries to keep an eye on him and Summer. Suddenly he tears forward, bringing the chair up over his head, and swinging for the fences. Kelsey ducks and rolls under the chair swing, popping up to her feet behind him. S.O.B. spins around to face her, but he's caught with a stiff standing side kick to his stomach which doubles him over, and then a roundhouse knee to the jaw that sends him chest first down across the ropes. The chair leaves his grasp and clangs to the concrete outside, and Kelsey quickly pulls S.O.B. up and into a corner, while trying to keep one eye on Summer. S.O.B. takes advantage of the added distraction by jamming a thumb right into Spencer's eye. Kelsey recoils from the man, and he charges out of the corner with a stiff clothesline that sends her thundering to the mat.
PERCY: Blatent thumb to the eyes there, but Summer doesn't appear to care, as she's half goading S.O.B. on with every move. S.O.B. now stomping away at Kelsey, just pummeling the woman, and Summer isn't making any move to stop him. Jesus, this isn't right.
CAT: Alright you broken record, just shut up and call the action.
S.O.B. reaches down and snatches Kelsey up off the canvas, and scoop slams her back down into a more centered position. He immediately falls back into the ropes, and rebounds into a high leaping elbow drop straight down across her chest. Kelsey clutches at her previously injured shoulder, and S.O.B. nods as Summer points it out to him.
PERCY: What the hell?!? Now the referee is COACHING the man! C'mon, Cat, this is just ridiculous!
CAT: Yeah, but it sure does make for some good television. Hey, can you pass the popcorn?
S.O.B. stretches Kelsey's arm out at her side, and then proceeds to stomp right down onto the shoulder in question. Kelsey recoils in pain, rolling across the ring to try and create distance, but S.O.B. stays in step with her. Eventually she reaches the ropes, and she grabs at them to pull herself up, and the burly black man helps her up by pushing her into the nearby corner. He winds up his right hand, and just before launching in a chop, he sniffs the air and screams, 'Cracka'. Kelsey winces at the stinging chop, but nearly goes berserk when S.O.B. takes her by the injured limb, and wraps it around the ropes only to yank it in the opposite direction. He puts his boot up on the middle rope to give him leverage, and pulls even harder, trapping her shoulder against the steel cable of ropes, and trying to dislocate it. Summer steps in, and asks Kelsey if she wants to submit, while the woman cries out in pain and shakes her head vehemently 'No'.
PERCY: Well, are you satisfied, Cat? This is a complete farce, and should be thrown out!
CAT: Ok, ok. Maybe this is a little much.
S.O.B. finally lets loose of his hold, and hooks Kelsey around the head to perform a running bulldog that drives her face into the mat. He spins around, and goes for the cover. Summer drops quickly, and swiftly bangs the mat.
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THRE-KICK OUT! Kelsey barely gets out of the fast count, and Summer shakes her head in disappointment as she instructs S.O.B. to do more damage. The burly black man complies, pulling Kelsey to her feet, and then hooks one hand behind her back into a hammerlock, while scooping her up, and slamming her back down to the mat with a body slam. Her trapped arm and shoulder impact off the mat, and she spins over onto her stomach banging her head off the canvas in pain.
PERCY: Fast counts, encouragement, and a total disregard for the rules. This is ridiculous.
CAT: Maybe so, but PAW Management put this together for a reason, Percy.
PERCY: Yeah, and maybe that should be reviewed.
S.O.B. doesn't bother going for a cover, rather he lifts Kelsey up to her feet, and then scoops her up onto his shoulder. He takes a few steps back, and then with a flourish of motion, steps forward and drops to one knee, ramming Kelsey's shoulder right down into the top of his thigh. He releases her, and she falls forwards clutching at the limb, while he lays on top of her for a cover.
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THREe-KICK OUT! Summer beats the fist with her mat after the near fall, and then yells at S.O.B. to finish her. S.O.B. nods, pulling Kelsey back to her feet, and hooks her up into a butterfly position.
PERCY: Good lord, S.O.B. hasn't even executed the move, but just having her arm pulled up in that position is causing Kelsey pain. I can't believe this is what PAW Management had in mind when they booked this match.
CAT: Yeah, but it's underway now, and there's no way of going back and finishing it!
S.O.B. lifts Kelsey up into the air by her arms, flips her over for a Tiger Bomb, but at the last second she hooks him around the head and turns it into a Hurricanarana. S.O.B.'s head spikes off the canvas, and Summer's hands shoot up to her cheeks in an expression of shock. Kelsey gets to her feet holding her shoulder, slowly turning around to S.O.B. as he dazedly gets to his. She slips in behind the man, slips her head under his arm, and in a great burst of strength lifts him up, spins him out, and sits straight down into her patented powerbomb.
PERCY: BLUE THUNDER BOMB! Kelsey has the cover, and this should be academic!
CAT: Yeah, but...uh...Summer's not counting.
Summer steps over to the far corner and starts heckling the fans, who boo her loudly as Kelsey continues to lay across S.O.B. Finally, after several moments passed by, Spencer snaps up off of S.O.B., and she talks over to where Summer is still not paying her any attention. She grabs her by the arm, and spins her around, and starts yelling at her to make the count. Summer yells right back, pointing at her PAW Refree emblem, and threatens to throw Kelsey out of the match.
PERCY: Are you kidding me? Summer is threatening to throw Kelsey out of the match!
CAT: Yeah, and we're on the verge of a riot here. These fans are NOT happy.
PERCY: Wait...look......Senior Official, Sharon Orbach, is on her way to the ring.
As Sharon enters the ring, both women take note, and Summer looks nervously between her and Kelsey. Sharon steps right up to Summer once she's inside, and rips the PAW official's emblem right off of her shirt, and then she takes Kelsey by her good arm, and lifts her arm in victory. The PAW fans explode. Sharon steps over to the time keeper who's at the edge of the ring, explains some things, and then makes way for Richard Anderson.
RICHARD ANDERSON: The winner of this match due to disqualification, 'BLUE THUNDER', KELSEY SPENCER!
The fans explode once more, and Kelsey smiles out at them as Sharon Orbach lifts her arm once more.
PERCY: Well, it looks like we finally have some damn justice out here! OH! SUMMER JUST NAILED KELSEY FROM BEHIND!! Orbach trying to get control, OH! SUMMER JUST STRUCK OUR SENIOR OFFICIAL!
CAT: Oh shit...that's going to cost her.
PERCY: Summer growling insults down at Sharon, and turns back towards Kelsey! OH! KELSEY JUST SPEARED SUMMER DOWN TO THE MAT! NOW FISTS ARE FLYING FROM BOTH SIDES! THESE TWO LADIES ARE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER!
Summer and Kelsey rolls around the ring, one ending on top of the other just long enough to get a shot in before the other does much the same. After a few moments of this security suddenly appears in the ring, and the two ladies are peeled away from one another, still kicking and screaming as the fans whoop and holler in delight.
PERCY: This thing between Kelsey Spencer and Summer has gone beyond personal, and we're going to have to settle this at some point, but not tonight.
CAT: Smells like a PPV match to me.
PERCY: Good point, Cat, but right now it looks like Security has got this back under control. Yes...Yes...I'm getting word in my headset now. We're going to take a commercial break to let things settle down, and we'll be right back. Don't touch that dial!
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Singles Match
Shizuka versus Roscar
As WICKED Live returns from commercial break, “Hell” by Disturbed blares throughout the speakers, preceding flashing strobe lights, and a red hue that fills the arena. On each side of the ramp smoke starts to shoot off into the air. In the center of the stage a circle of flames blaze up, and seconds later someone appears, coming straight up through the floor of the entrance way.
Slowly, but surely, the entity that is Shizuka becomes visible within the flames. Shizuka looks out at the crowd with dark red and black paint covering him and white eye contacts that he scrutinizes all with. Slowly he raises his arms into the air, and the flames begin to diminish until they completely go out. Shizuka turns to face the ring and a bright light flashes behind him before turning back to the dark reddish tint. Shizuka slowly makes his way down the ramp while the fans cheer him on.
RICHARD ANDERSON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing at this time weighing in at an even two hundred pounds. Coming straight out of the depths of hell... The Akuma Warrior ... SHHHHIIIIIZZZUUUKKKKAAA!
Shizuka slowly makes his way down to the ring to much fanfare, and when he reaches ringside he suddenly drops down on his knees and the entire ramp way bursts into flames behind him. The fans seem completely memorized by what they have just witnessed, and Shizuka takes that distration to pop up to his feet and to make a quick dash towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, pops up and dashes across the ring only to leap up to the middle turnbuckle. He stares out at the crowd once more, and seemingly on key with the high note of his music, Shizuka lifts his arms into the air quickly forcing the flash of the arena lights to come back to normal. He hops down from the corner, and turns to face the center of the ring prepared for the contest.
PERCY: Welcome back folks, and as you just saw, Shizuka is here making his WICKED Live debut. The fans seem to really get behind this guy, Cat.
CAT: That's cause these fans are some freaky sumbitches!
Roscar enters the stadium as "Before I Forget" by Slipknot is heard around the arena holding a beer can in his right hand, and wearing a T-Shirt that says 'Greek God' across it. Roscar comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, and stares down at the floor dead still.
Go!
At the screaming commaned, Roscar opens wide his arms and does the metal horns, and suddenly fireworks light the whole arena.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 214 pounds, and hailing form Athens, Greece, he is THE GREEK GOD, ROSCAR!
Roscar walks down the ramp slowly, disregarding the insults from the fans. Just as he reaches ringside, he takes a sip of the beer, crushes the can with his hand and then tosses it behind him to land in splash on fans in the front row. He peels off his T-shirt, and tosses it to the floor beside the steps, and then climbs them to enter the ring. Once inside he looks across the ring at the Akuma Warrior, and starts to laugh, pointing, and looking out at the crowd to shake his head.
PERCY: Roscar doesn't look too impressed with Shizuka, which I think may be a huge mistake on his part.
CAT: Yeah, I don't think that guy's playing with a full deck. Where in the hell is Wilson Fisk? He's the brains of this outfit.
PERCY: Good question, but The-Ref just called for the bell, and it looks like we're underway.
Roscar continues to keep his focus on the crowd, riling up the crowd, and not seeming concerned with the Akuma Warrior. Shizuka, keeping his eyes locked on the Greek God, waits for him to turn back towards him before charging out of his corner and throwing both feet out in front of him for a falling drop kick. Roscar turns around just in time to have a look of shock as both of Shizuka's boots catch him square in the chest, sending him sailing back into the turnbuckle with tremendous impact. Roscar looks immediately out of it, and falls to a seated position, and Shizuka slips back over to his corner, and then comes rushing out again for a running senton to his seated opponent. The move crushes Roscar into the corner, leaving him dazed as he falls to the side, and rolls away from the ropes.
PERCY: Shizuka has just proven why Roscar better start paying attention to his match.
CAT: Shit, by the looks of it, it's already too late!
Roscar starts to get to his feet, and he's met by stiff straight kicks to the chest by Shizuka that pop out like chops. The crowd 'Wooo' anyways just to be good sports, and Shizuka finishes the series with a spinning jump kick that catches Roscar right under the chin. The blow knocks Roscar back into the ropes, and he rebounds right into Shizuka's waiting arms. The Akuma Warrior ducks down and lifts Roscar up across his shoulders, and then tosses him up, only to jump with him, throwing his boot out to catch the man right in the face on their way down.
PERCY: LEGEND OF THE AKUMA! This one is over!
CAT: Shizuka has a casual cover...
1...
2...
3!!!
RICHARD ANDERSON: The winner of this match, The Akuma Warrior, SHIZUKA!
PERCY: Shizuka literally destroyed Roscar here tonight, I mean, I don't think I've seen anything like that unless it was out of Enhancement Talent.
CAT: Yeah, that was kind of fucked up. See, that's why he needs Fisk out here.
PERCY: It certainly couldn't have hurt. Jeez!
Shizuka stands in the center of the ring as Roscar rolls under the bottom rope holding the left side of his face. He stumbles down to his knee's, and is forced to crawl halfway up the ramp before finally being able to steady himself enough to make it the rest of the way back. The crowd pour out their adulation of this exciting new warrior in PAW, and the painted devil nods, accepting the praise for his efforts.
PERCY: Well, Shizuka has certainly made an impact here tonight.
CAT: Yeah, and it looks like they are gearing up for our next match up as he makes his way out of the ring.
Tag Team Match
(Non-Title)
Raike & 'Cake' versus Adam Wolfe & Mikael
RICHARD ANDERSON: The following contest is a Tag Match set for one fall or submission,...
The lights are shut off. "Sign of an open eye" by Gorgoroth blasts through the PA system, while on the big screen Norway's flag appears and waves slowly; next, a black-and-white video/compilation of Norway's beautiful forests, waterfalls, animals and some ancient Nord buildings. Finally, the tron shows Mikael in his room, sitting in his red luxury chair - thousands of books surrounding him. The man can be seen displaying an evil smirk. Finally, the lights are turned on and Mikael stands at the center of the stage, wearing a white Victorian-era linen shirt, a dark blue double breasted vest, a black and white knit neck scarf, grey fingerless gloves, black pinstripe pants, brown leather belt with razor holster, and dark brown boots. Mikael makes his way to the ring showing no emotion to the crowd surrounding his descent.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing the challengers, making his way to the ring, weighting in at 247 pounds, and hailing from Sogn og Fjordane, Norway, he is The Paragon of Knowledge....MIKAEL!!
The Norwegian slowly unbuttons his sleeves as he climbs down the ramp. After that, Mikael climbs the ring by the stairs and gets in by pulling the ropes down. He takes off his vest and scarf. The man politely slides his hands on the top rope as he walks to his corner. Finally, his right hand grabs his left fist behind his back as he looks up in a calm manner.
CAT: One half of the tag champs. Wonder if they’ll ever come out together.
PERCY: Only one way to find out, Cat.
"Master of Puppets" by Metallica hits over the PA System, and the fans come to their feet as Adam Wolfe appears on the stage, and then charges down to the ring. He slides in and quickly takes a seat in the corner, crossing his legs, and staring over at Mikael who watches all of this with a touch of disdain.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And his partner, weighting in at 220 pounds, and hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...He is The Puppet Master, ADAM WOLFE!!
Wolfe nods and grins stupidly as he scoots up to his feet, turning to wait for their opponents
CAT: That dude is so weird.
“Barbie Girl” by Aqua rings out over the arena as Raike and Cake step out onto the stage together, Johnny riding piggyback on his taller partner. They waste no time in rushing to the ring, giving way high fives they can on there way.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And the challengers, weighing in tonight at “I dunno, like four-fifty?” From the fabulous side of town, RAIKE AND CAKE!
Johnny and Cake climb to their corner, keeping a wary eye on the tag champs despite their upbeat antics. Johnny and LB confer, while Mikael just gives a look and small nod of the head before entering the ring, Cake taking lead for her team.
PERCY: Each team sending in it’s heavy hitter to lead. Could be risky for either or both of them.
CAT: Oh, nice call, could be risky. It could all be risky, do you know what that guy likes to do do people?
PERCY: You mean Mikael with his razors?
CAT: I meant Raike with his sex toys, but yeah, him too.
LB and Mikael begin to circle, staying out on the edges of one another's reach. Daughton looks over her shoulder to the crowd, shouting a big 'come on!' Cake begins to clap, getting the crowd they clap along with her as she half stomps, half struts back into the circle. Mikael makes no attempt to hide his disdain for the women in front of him, launching a straight knee co to feel her out. Cake steps into the shot, taking it on the upper body as she retaliated with an elbow to the head. Cake unloads with a flurry of hands, surprising Mikael and sending him backpedaling to the ropes, coolly appraising the women in front of him.
PERCY: Starting off with the towering, if lanky, Mikael and the powerful Lorie Beth Daughton trading some early blows. Mikael has the reach, but Cake is no schlub when it comes to being tough.
CAT: Just in most other ways. Mikael will have to hit hard enough to push through all that blubber if he wants to hurt her.
Mikael moves toward Cake again, landing a quick right to the face , but once more she powers through to land another punch of her own. Cake grabs the back of Mikaels head and hip tosses the tag champ to the mat. She hits the ropes as the paragon of knowledge rises, clotheslining him back down to the mat. Mikael gets to his feet one more time, only to be taken down once more by a drop kick to the chest.
PERCY: And Pound Cake is living up to her name here in the early going.
CAT: Yeah, but that's unfair. How could Mikael ever live up to his name. How does one Mikael.
Pound Cake gives a big whoop as the tag champ topples, tagging out to Raike. The American Wet Dream grabs a headlock, sitting down and forcing the paragon of knowledge to lift Johnny up as he rises to his feet, forced to stoop low. Mikael lifts Raike up and over his head, where Raike shifts his weight backward, escaping the hold and stomping his heel down hard on the back of Mikael's knee, putting him low. A double axe handle to the back of the Norwegian's head pitches him forward to be caught on his hands and knees, while Raike tags back in Lorie Beth. Pound Cake pulls herself over the ropes and sentons into the center of Mikael's back, flattening him hard to the mat. In his corner, Adam Wolfe yells at Mikael to get it together as Lorie Beth pulls him back to standing and whips the big man into the corner. She follows up with a quick splash, then tags back to Johnny.
PERCY: Raike and Cake trying for the classic strategy of quick tags, keeping Mikael off center.
CAT: All the brains in the world can't help you if you're overwhelmed, and the champ better use those smarts to figure a way out of that corner.
Johnny darts past Lorie Beth, pivots around, and seemingly charges toward his tag team partner. Cake lifts Raike and tosses him toward Mikael as the tattoo covered fighter brings his knees up, ending in a hard crash into the tag champions chest. Raike back rolls out of the corner and poses with his chin on his hands as Mikael slumps, not quite sinking to the mat thanks to his long arms grabbing the rope. Wolfe tries to enter the ring, but Theo orders him back out, while Raike taunts with a finger wave.
PERCY: Raike still seems to have his confidence about him, despite his less than stellar run of matches lately.
CAT: Maybe that’s his problem, he’s confident about nothing.
PERCY: Why Caitlin, that was almost insightful.
Raike runs in with a drop kick to the knee before Mikael can fully get up, though the tortured soul is gifted with a remarkable wingspan, and he push hard with his left leg to tower over Raike. Johnny tries back roll away again, but instead takes a kick to the face, followed up by a rake to the eyes. Raike blindly raises a clawed hand of his own as though to retaliate, but misses wildly as his eyes blur. Mikael goes to step over Raike, but Johnny dives, with some desperation, and wraps himself around Mikaels leg. The weight surprises the tall man and stops him in his stride, Mikael lays in a club to the back that resounds through the arena but, despite the scream it draws, Johnny holds on. Mikael pulls up to his full height and lays in another strong, thudding blow. Another high scream from Raike, but he still won’t release the hold. Mikael, looking down his nose at Raike, stands up once more, sneers, and grabs the top rope. The ref starts a count, and Raike is forced to roll away. Mikael moves as though to tag in Wolfe, but instead fires out a mule kick that catches Johnny off his guard. Mikael turns back to his skirted foe, tossing him over his shoulders and down to the mat with a quick, clean firemans carry. Mikael stays on Raike, once more exploiting his stretched out frame to easily roll Johnny into a seated choke hold. Raike pulls at the giant’s hands, trying to break the hold uselessly while the Norwegian pulls him back to his feet. Mikael doesn’t stop there, continuing to lift Raike up until only his toes touch the ground. With a sudden surge of energy, Johnny bucks wildly, pulling forcibly free and pushing off Mikael, scrambling over to make the tag to Cake. Mikael smiles despite Raike’s escape, saying something under his breath that might be Nooooooooooooose. Mikael tags out to Wolfe as Cake enters the ring.
PERCY: Looks like Mikael is ready to take advantage of what happened to Raike last Wicked. The Beautiful Nightmare broke free, but that had to be unpleasant.
CAT: Unpleasant nothing, he’s downright scared. Hope Johnny has a diaper fetish, cause he might need one.
Cake and Adam waste no time in meeting in the center of the ring, unloading on each other with stiff lefts and rights, much to the delight of the crowd. Cake begins to get the upper hand, blocking a right from Wolfe to deliver an uncontested left of her own, followed up by a head butt, whips the Puppet Master to the ropes, and sends him flipping ass over elbows with a huge tilt-a-whirl slam. Lorie hits the ropes and spring boards off the middle, flipping into a moonsault and landing flush across Wolfe.
PERCY: The Dog Fire!
CAT: ...What?”
PERCY: I think it’s a translation error.
Cake covers.
1…
Kickout!
Wolfe is out quick, popping his shoulder up rather than expand the energy to full on kick out. He and Cake return to standing at roughly the same time, but it is the cartwheel kick from Adam Wolfe that lands, opening up her guard for a spinning elbow to the gut. A backflip kick sends Lorie Beth staggering back on her heels, windmilling to stay upright; a perfect target for Wolfe’s crossbody.
CAT: Tide turning in the favor of the tag champions. Hopefully Wolfe doesn’t feel the need to turn into a masked freak halfway through and Howler his own partner.
PERCY: I don’t know that feel the need is the right way to put that, but yes, that would make for a more cohesive team, I’m sure.
Wolfe spins around while still atop Cake, then sits down across her throat. Pound Cake is quick to try and push him off, but Wolfe holds down on the top of her head. Theo jumps in to start delivering warnings to Adam while Johnny tries to rally the crowd behind his partner, Mikael looking on the proceedings like others might watch creatures at the zoo. Finally the ref starts a count, and Wolfe breaks at four. He is hardly off before he jumps back down to apply a choke with his fore arm. Another count and another break at four, the angry admonishments of the official barely seeming to phase him. LB sits up, Theo making sure Adam stays back until he calls her legal again, but as the official turns his back, Wolfe pulls out a sock puppet. He puts the puppet on his hand, listens to it for a moment, then nods and takes the sock puppet back off, tucking it into his hoodie pocket. The second Theo signals, Wolfe is on her like stink on shit, hitting a double chop to the neck of Pound Cake, dropping down to slither under her legs, and delivering a nice pair of elbows to the backs of her knees. Cake loses her balance and goes down on her left knee, as Wolfe pulls the sock puppet back out, wraps it around Cake’s throat with his left hand while hiding it with his right. He yells at the ref to control Raike, who is trying to enter the ring to save his protoge. Theo cuts him off and orders him back in, unaware that behind him Adam Wolfe has dropped all pretense and is pulling the sock puppet hard with both hands. The more Raike tries to fight in, the more the ref orders him out, and the more Lorie Beth fades on the mat. Finally Wolfe discards the puppet as Theo gets Johnny back into his corner and turns around to count the cover, Wolfe’s foot planted firmly on Cake’s chest.
1…
2…
Kickout!
This time is is LB’s turn to roll a shoulder up, saving herself the energy of a kickout. On the apron Johnny looks for a tag, reaching as far as he can go, jumping up and down and calling for his team mate. Wolfe drops to his knees and starts raining straight right hands down on Cake, rapid shots that keep her disoriented, allowing Wolfe to take control of her, pulling the tall women into a kneeling position and landing a DDT. This time he drops down and hooks the leg.
1…
2…
Thr-kickout!
With all she has left, and a might roar to boot, Laurie Beth Daughton throws Wolfe off of her, sending him tumbling across the mat. Sucking wind, face still a little pale, Pound Cake moves to the ropes and makes the tag to Johnny Raike just as Wolfe tags back to Mikael. Johnny explodes from the corner to charge in with a running superkick to Adam Wolfe as the Puppet Master looks to come charging in with a running double axe handle. Raike matrix dodges under one of Mikael punches, pops up to goose Mikael as he bounces off the top rope, into an ace crusher that shakes the ring with it’s impact! Raike lands in a split and throws his hands into the air to cheers from the crowd, but he doesn’t notice that Mikael has not fallen, instead staggering into the ropes and then upright. Wolfe too, is shaking off the effect of the super kick, once more reaching into his hoodie, and pulling out puppet that resembles Johnny Raike. Theo is too busy yelling at Wolfe to get out of the ring that he doesn’t notice the illegal pull of the hair from Mikael to bring Raike to his feet, nor the kick to the groin from behind to keep him hurting. Wolfe pulls his eyes away from the Puppet at the sound of Johnny’s nut shot, or more truthfully at the horrible, piercing scream that goes with it. Adam leaves the ring as Mikael raises Raike up in powerbomb position, turns toward the turnbuckle and runs, tossing Raike into the corner with a sick Supremacy. Mikael glances at his corner and sees Wolfe once more looking at the Puppet. With an almost blank look from Johnny to Adam, he steps back and tags in his partner.
CAT: The hell? A Supremacy to the turnbuckle, but he’s not going for the pin? Why tag in the loose cannon?
PERCY: Just to see what he’ll do, perhaps? Hard to see this costing him, Raike isn’t moving and Daughton still seems to be getting her wind back.
Wolfe enters the ring and almost immediately lifts the puppet up to stare along with himself at the still form of Raike in the corner before running in with a devastating Howler, snapping Raike’s head against the turnbuckle and causing the entire rope structure to shake. Wolfe tosses Raike from the corner and goes for the cover.
1…
Cake enter the ring to make the save
2…
Mikael takes her down with the Hell’s Gate discus Clothesline
3!
Ding!
RICHARD ANDERSON: Your winners of the match via pinfall… Mikael! and Adam Wolfe!
As Wolfe rises from the mat, Mikael can be noted to be keeping a respectful distance. Even as the ref goes to lift their hands, something neither man will allow. Wolfe does insist that Theo raise up the sock puppet, before shaking his head and lifting the puppet up to bark insults at The-Ref. Still laying motionless in the ring is Johnny Raike, Pound Cake sitting over him and looking worried, calling for some help. Raike tries to wave her off, but the motion makes him wince in sharp pain and grab at his ribs.
PERCY: Trained medical staff making there way to the ring. Looks like taking a Surpremacy and a Howler to the turnbuckle has had it’s toll on Johnny Raike. If I had to guess, I’d say broken rib.
CAT: Probably, but did you see his head? He smacked that metal hard, I wouldn’t be shocked if that’s a busted skull, or a concussion. Man, that sucks. Thought for sure we’d see Deus or Stevie kill him.
PERCY: He’s not dead Cat, don’t talk like he’s gone.
A gurney is wheeled down and Johnny escorted off to be looked at as the PAW crowd shows him some appreciation. The scene fades to commercial.
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Special Announcement: Lady Munin
As the cameras return to ringside, 'Teen Spirit' blares throughout the arena, and Lady Munin steps out onto the stage. She's wearing a slinky black cocktail dress with a slit up the side to her thigh, along with some heels that wrap around her calves. She already has a mic in hand when she starts down the ramp towards the ring, and the fans cheer loudly for her entrance. When she reaches ringside, she slides under the bottom rope and pops up in one fluid motion, no easy task considering her ensemble. She steps to the center of the ring with poise and confidence, and spins around once to take in the capacity crowd with a smile.
LADY MUNIN: We here at PAW would just like to extend a thank you to all of you who came out to see us here in Seibert Hall tonight..
The fans explode, and Munin nods with a slight upturned smile.
LADY MUNIN: But I didn't come out here just for the cheap pops, I can assure you. There is some serious business to consider here in PAW, such as that of the seventh participant in the Ladder Match for the PAW Heavyweight Championship at Seven Deadly Sins.
The fans murmur among themselves, trying to guess who it will be.
LADY MUNIN: I've thought long and hard about it, and have finally reached only one logical conclusion...
She paused for effect, a master of teasing the crowd. True to fashion, they were on the edge of their seats eating right out of her hand.
LADY MUNIN: The seventh participant to challenge Press for his Championship will be.....JOHNNY RAIKE!
The roof of Seibert Hall is nearly sent into orbit as the fans come to their feet with cheers, and shouts of joy. Suddenly a 'PAW' chant picks up, and Munin lets the microphone fall to her side while letting the sound wash over her. Suddenly "Money, Cash, Hoes" by Jay Z hits over the PA system, and a logo appears on the big screen above the stage.
The curtain snaps open, and out steps 'Smooth' Kevin O'Neil, wearing a charcoal pin striped suit with a yellow shirt, and a black tie. The CTN Correspondent smoothed his mustache as the fans gave him a very mixed reaction, most unsure what to make of the wiry man. He flashes a horse like grin down to the ring, where Munin stands there, a strained temperance cast over her face at this intrusion. Kevin produces a microphone, and chuckles into it arrogantly, before cutting his finger across his throat. The synthesizing beat of his music abruptly cuts, and he hold the mic in the crux of his hand so that he can applaud down at the ring at Munin condescendingly.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Lady Munin, everybody. I mean, seriously, have any of you country bastards ever seen anything fill out a dress that exquisitely. Good Lord! It makes me want to have a cocktail right now, nowatisayin?
O'Neil chitters into the microphone in a strange sort of laugh, and the fans make the decision right then based on his antics that they don't like him. A shower of boos rush towards the man, and he takes a step back in shock and dismay, placing one hand on his chest.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Listen, people, I'm not out here to cause problems. Hell, I'm here to help you. Lady Munin says that Johnny Raike should be the seventh man, and you know what, I 100% agree. Seriously. Who better than the guy who's been in more Main Event's than any other superstar on the roster, the Champ included. BUT!
And he holds his finger up in the air for emphasis.
KEVIN O'NEIL: This is PAW's first PPV, and although the idea of a seven man ladder match is a pretty exciting prospect, lets face it. It's been done before.
O'Neil holds his hands up with a shrug, as if his point was an obvious one.
KEVIN O'NEIL: You see, what this match needs to push it over the boundaries of the norm, is a little controversy. Something that will really shake things up. An unknown quantifier.
He flashes that blinding grin down at the ring at Munin, and it takes every ounce of the woman's will for her not to stalk up the ramp and jam those teeth right down his throat. However, in the poise and grace that the PAW fans had grown accustomed to, she brought her mic up to her lips, and coolly responds.
LADY MUNIN: And who do you think would fit that distinction, Mister O'Neil?
O'Neil noticed the irritated way that she spoke his name, and smiles even brighter accordingly.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Oh, I don't know, what about...Calvin Harris.
A torrid of boo's breaks out from the audience, and this somehow seems to reassure O'Neil that he has indeed made the right decision. Lady Munin stares out at the crowd, listening to their response, and then holds up her hand for silence. When things quiet down, she eyes the wiry man at the top of the stage.
LADY MUNIN: It would appear that the fans do not agree with you.
The fans explode into cheers, obviously trying to back up the woman's observation with applause. O'Neil shrugs, and then even waves the crowd off as if he doesn't care, and has a look of nonchalance on his face when he next speaks.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Yeah, that might be so, but it doesn't change the fact that Calvin Harris is a top star in this promotion, and since his medical suspension will be up by the PPV, that he should get a shot at the title. This match needs someone like Calvin, who isn't 'afraid' to stand up to the status quo.
O'Neil smirks as the fans reign down boo's even heavier. Munin lifts the microphone to fire something back, then pauses, and a slight smile creeps onto her face.
LADY MUNIN: Alright, Kevin. But instead of having Calvin Harris replace Johnny Raike, why don't we just throw both of them into the pot, and make this match really interesting.....as an EIGHT man ladder match instead of a seven?
O'Neil steps back a second as if struck by a bolt of lightening, and then recovers only to flash that idiotic grin out at the audience.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Now, that, My Lady....is great idea. I'll have the marketing department get on top of it right away. I bet there's enough time to get that in the next issue of the CTN Insider. Hell, this is going to be the biggest thing since the Yankee's swept through Alabama!
The fans heavily boo the remark, and Kevin flashes a panicked look back and forth.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Damn, only in the south can you get booed for stating a factual history lesson.
Buckets of popcorn and soda begin flying up onto the stage, and Kevin shakes his head in dismay, trying to keep his expensive suit from getting hit by garbage. After only a few seconds of this he makes a B-Line for the back, the microphone picking up feint hints of his commentary.
KEVIN O'NEIL: ....Crazy ass hillbillies......damn, ain't got a bit of class.
Lady Munin watches all of this from the ring with a shake of her head, and she lifts her mic to her lips.
LADY MUNIN: I never thought i'd be saying this, but didn't this remind everyone of the presidential debates?
The fans roar with laughter, and Munin gives them a wink, before 'Teen Spirit' hits over the PA System, and she makes her way out of the ring and towards the back. The camera pans around the arena, and then focuses back on the announce table.
LADY MUNIN: We here at PAW would just like to extend a thank you to all of you who came out to see us here in Seibert Hall tonight..
The fans explode, and Munin nods with a slight upturned smile.
LADY MUNIN: But I didn't come out here just for the cheap pops, I can assure you. There is some serious business to consider here in PAW, such as that of the seventh participant in the Ladder Match for the PAW Heavyweight Championship at Seven Deadly Sins.
The fans murmur among themselves, trying to guess who it will be.
LADY MUNIN: I've thought long and hard about it, and have finally reached only one logical conclusion...
She paused for effect, a master of teasing the crowd. True to fashion, they were on the edge of their seats eating right out of her hand.
LADY MUNIN: The seventh participant to challenge Press for his Championship will be.....JOHNNY RAIKE!
The roof of Seibert Hall is nearly sent into orbit as the fans come to their feet with cheers, and shouts of joy. Suddenly a 'PAW' chant picks up, and Munin lets the microphone fall to her side while letting the sound wash over her. Suddenly "Money, Cash, Hoes" by Jay Z hits over the PA system, and a logo appears on the big screen above the stage.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Lady Munin, everybody. I mean, seriously, have any of you country bastards ever seen anything fill out a dress that exquisitely. Good Lord! It makes me want to have a cocktail right now, nowatisayin?
O'Neil chitters into the microphone in a strange sort of laugh, and the fans make the decision right then based on his antics that they don't like him. A shower of boos rush towards the man, and he takes a step back in shock and dismay, placing one hand on his chest.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Listen, people, I'm not out here to cause problems. Hell, I'm here to help you. Lady Munin says that Johnny Raike should be the seventh man, and you know what, I 100% agree. Seriously. Who better than the guy who's been in more Main Event's than any other superstar on the roster, the Champ included. BUT!
And he holds his finger up in the air for emphasis.
KEVIN O'NEIL: This is PAW's first PPV, and although the idea of a seven man ladder match is a pretty exciting prospect, lets face it. It's been done before.
O'Neil holds his hands up with a shrug, as if his point was an obvious one.
KEVIN O'NEIL: You see, what this match needs to push it over the boundaries of the norm, is a little controversy. Something that will really shake things up. An unknown quantifier.
He flashes that blinding grin down at the ring at Munin, and it takes every ounce of the woman's will for her not to stalk up the ramp and jam those teeth right down his throat. However, in the poise and grace that the PAW fans had grown accustomed to, she brought her mic up to her lips, and coolly responds.
LADY MUNIN: And who do you think would fit that distinction, Mister O'Neil?
O'Neil noticed the irritated way that she spoke his name, and smiles even brighter accordingly.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Oh, I don't know, what about...Calvin Harris.
A torrid of boo's breaks out from the audience, and this somehow seems to reassure O'Neil that he has indeed made the right decision. Lady Munin stares out at the crowd, listening to their response, and then holds up her hand for silence. When things quiet down, she eyes the wiry man at the top of the stage.
LADY MUNIN: It would appear that the fans do not agree with you.
The fans explode into cheers, obviously trying to back up the woman's observation with applause. O'Neil shrugs, and then even waves the crowd off as if he doesn't care, and has a look of nonchalance on his face when he next speaks.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Yeah, that might be so, but it doesn't change the fact that Calvin Harris is a top star in this promotion, and since his medical suspension will be up by the PPV, that he should get a shot at the title. This match needs someone like Calvin, who isn't 'afraid' to stand up to the status quo.
O'Neil smirks as the fans reign down boo's even heavier. Munin lifts the microphone to fire something back, then pauses, and a slight smile creeps onto her face.
LADY MUNIN: Alright, Kevin. But instead of having Calvin Harris replace Johnny Raike, why don't we just throw both of them into the pot, and make this match really interesting.....as an EIGHT man ladder match instead of a seven?
O'Neil steps back a second as if struck by a bolt of lightening, and then recovers only to flash that idiotic grin out at the audience.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Now, that, My Lady....is great idea. I'll have the marketing department get on top of it right away. I bet there's enough time to get that in the next issue of the CTN Insider. Hell, this is going to be the biggest thing since the Yankee's swept through Alabama!
The fans heavily boo the remark, and Kevin flashes a panicked look back and forth.
KEVIN O'NEIL: Damn, only in the south can you get booed for stating a factual history lesson.
Buckets of popcorn and soda begin flying up onto the stage, and Kevin shakes his head in dismay, trying to keep his expensive suit from getting hit by garbage. After only a few seconds of this he makes a B-Line for the back, the microphone picking up feint hints of his commentary.
KEVIN O'NEIL: ....Crazy ass hillbillies......damn, ain't got a bit of class.
Lady Munin watches all of this from the ring with a shake of her head, and she lifts her mic to her lips.
LADY MUNIN: I never thought i'd be saying this, but didn't this remind everyone of the presidential debates?
The fans roar with laughter, and Munin gives them a wink, before 'Teen Spirit' hits over the PA System, and she makes her way out of the ring and towards the back. The camera pans around the arena, and then focuses back on the announce table.
Singles Match
No DQ/Pinfalls Count Anywhere Match
-Titans of the Midway Championship-
Anastasia Hayden versus Nova Wonder(c)
PERCY: Some pretty huge news for our upcoming PPV, Seven Deadly Sins, as the PAW Heavyweight Championship just got turned into an eight man Ladder Match!
CAT: Damn right, and one of the ladies in this next match could become a double champion in that event if she makes it past this one.
PERCY: Well, let's find out what's gonna happen!
The sound of feedback plays throughout the building before the distorted guitar and thunderous drums of "Waiting for Blood" by Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats blares out. Instantly, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out. When she steps out the crowd reaction can be heard with their loud boos. Their response to her doesn’t bother her as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds, observing the building before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, The Challenger, making her way to the ring...hailing from London England... ANASTASIA…. HAYYYYYYYYYDENNNNNNNN!”
The announcement of her name only draws out more boos toward Ana. She just brushes them off as she leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Ana finds a free corner in the ring and walks toward it, resting against the turnbuckle, popping her mouth guard out again as she waits for the match to begin.
PERCY: The always feisty Ana Hayden has consistently put on strong showings so far here in PAW, Cat.
CAT: Yet a consistent string of wins eludes her.
PERCY: Going to be difficult to change her fortunes tonight.
The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eerie, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to "Sex Metal Barbie" began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the titan tron video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.
CAT: Damn right, and one of the ladies in this next match could become a double champion in that event if she makes it past this one.
PERCY: Well, let's find out what's gonna happen!
The sound of feedback plays throughout the building before the distorted guitar and thunderous drums of "Waiting for Blood" by Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats blares out. Instantly, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains with her mouth guard hanging out. When she steps out the crowd reaction can be heard with their loud boos. Their response to her doesn’t bother her as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds, observing the building before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, The Challenger, making her way to the ring...hailing from London England... ANASTASIA…. HAYYYYYYYYYDENNNNNNNN!”
The announcement of her name only draws out more boos toward Ana. She just brushes them off as she leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Ana finds a free corner in the ring and walks toward it, resting against the turnbuckle, popping her mouth guard out again as she waits for the match to begin.
PERCY: The always feisty Ana Hayden has consistently put on strong showings so far here in PAW, Cat.
CAT: Yet a consistent string of wins eludes her.
PERCY: Going to be difficult to change her fortunes tonight.
The lights in the arena go to complete darkness. The almost eerie, lullaby-sounding entrance chimes to "Sex Metal Barbie" began to play over the PA system before the beat began to pick up and the heavy guitar riff accompanied the titan tron video of Nova Wonder. A slight, sparkly slither could be seen on the stage, getting a clamor from the crowd. A pulsing silver light ominously begins to flicker in the arena, its pattern mimicking a heartbeat.
Excuse me can you tell me what you've heard about my life?
Maybe a dirty little fairy tale, a girl of the night
I heard that I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen
Drop out pregnant statistical teen
I know you've heard about the bloody knife
About my daddy's perfect virgin and my mother's wife
You know I heard I don't belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let's go!
Maybe a dirty little fairy tale, a girl of the night
I heard that I grew up filthy, a trailer park queen
Drop out pregnant statistical teen
I know you've heard about the bloody knife
About my daddy's perfect virgin and my mother's wife
You know I heard I don't belong in this game
Still you hold your hands in the air screaming my name
Let's go!
At the sound of Maria Brink's scream, a single, glowing, red eye emerges in the darkness. There's just enough light to see Nova Wonder crouched on one knee, lifting her head and opening her eyes. One red glow in the dark contact is placed in, the other half of her face covered in a dystopian robot cybernetic half-mask. The spotlights all form into one at the turn of a dime, on the crouching Nova.
Baby go ahead
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying, we are the damned!
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying, we are the damned!
Slowly - mechanically - she rose from one knee to two. Her head glancing at the ground, her feet shoulder width apart. Her long, platinum blonde hair hid her already half-hidden face.
Baby go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex Metal Barbie, Homicidal Queen
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
I heard I don't belong in this scene
Sex Metal Barbie, Homicidal Queen
The guitar riff gets a little heavier, as she raised her head. The look on her face is one that is completely stoic, heavy black makeup on the contact-wearing eye. One hand raises, at a snail's pace. Her fist unfurls, opening to reveal the tattoo on the inside of her right palm: the Illuminati pyramid, including its all-seeing eye. That hand furls back into a fist, then fingers pointed into a gun, pointed at the center of the ring.
Excuse me can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me?
Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen
You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene
Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, attention fiend
You know I heard that I'm a hater's dream
No class, White Trash - I'm so obscene
You know I heard that I should be ashamed
Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name
Come on!
Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen
You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene
Sex, Metal, Barbie, Whore, attention fiend
You know I heard that I'm a hater's dream
No class, White Trash - I'm so obscene
You know I heard that I should be ashamed
Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name
Come on!
Her pace down the ramp is slow and calculated, eyes focused on the ring in front of her. Everything seems methodical, from the slow pace of her breathing to each dragging step. At the foot of the ramp, there's finally a break. A wicked grin curling her lips up to the sky.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And the champion... making her way to the ring, weighing in at 112 pounds, from Seattle, Washington - Novaaaaaa WONDER!
Baby go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned
"The Deathbringer," as she calls herself, gave a stern glance to the camera - allowing it to take in every intricate detail of her half-mask and the piercing glow of her single, red eye. A machine built for destruction is the best way to describe the robotic appearance of Nova Wonder. Climbing into the ring underneath the second rope, she retreats to one corner, resuming her crouching position with both arms outstretched and taking hold of the top rope, to pull herself up at the toll of the bell. "Sex Metal Barbie" faded off into the distance as the lights slowly returned to normal.
CAT: Gawd I love her style.
PERCY: Definitely a colorful character, Cat. That’s for sure. And she’s taken the PAW Universe by storm since day 1!
CAT: Gotta be intimidating for Ana Hayden to be standing across the ring against woman with only one loss out of something like 5 matches her in PAW.
PERCY: I’m sure it would be for Ana, or any competitor, Cat.
DING! DING!
PERCY: But the time for nerves is behind us as these two jump into action to battle it out for the Titans of the Midway Championship!
At the bell Nova and Ana Hayden circle one another, with Ana charging in quickly for a lockup only to find Nova Wonder monkey flips her over onto her back and slipping out to the outside under the bottom rope.
PERCY: Of course, a reminder fans, that a Titans of the Midway Match is a No Disqualification, Falls Count anywhere match.
CAT: And it looks like Nova’s not wasting any time looking for implements of destruction.
Nova reaches beneath the ring apron and pulls out a rake and looks abysmally at it without much time to stop a sudden baseball slide from Ana Hayden that sends Nova Wonder knocked backward against the guardrail! Ana slips under the ropes and promptly charges Nova with a clothesline with enough force to topple them both over the railing into the fans!
CAT: Here we go!
As Ana rises to her feet she’s inexplicably smashed in the face by the tines of the rake as Nova scrambles up to her feet. Ana Hayden grips her face in agony, scratches and welts and some blood have formed where the rake scraped across her face.
The crowd moves into a circle as Nova spins the rake around and jams the end of the rake into Ana’s stomach, doubling her over. With an angry growl Nova grips the back of Ana’s head and whips her into the steel chairs like tossing her into a pool.
CAT: HAHAHAHAHA WIPEEEEOUT!
PERCY: Into chairs no less! Ana Hayden has less experience in this type of match than Nova Wonder has, and right off the hop it’s showing.
CAT: Ana’s a skilled wrestler when it comes to marshalling her way through a match in a ring but this is no ordinary match.
As Nova reaches down for Ana Hayden, Ana grips Nova Wonder’s head and pulls her down face first into the concrete floor with a painful sounding thud, Nova’s head bouncing back before she drops flat next to Ana!
PERCY: Hot damn! Both these women came to play tonight!
CAT: Play? You mean destroy one another in the most violent way possible!
Ana Hayden crawls slowly to her feet before rushing for a steadily rising Nova and grips her arm and uses momentum to WHIP Nova into a sea of chairs, sending the champion careening through them before spilling into a slide along the floor into one of the gateway entrances!
PERCY: Ana Hayden may be trying to lead this one into Seibert Hall concessional and fan entrance!
CAT: I can tell right now it’s gonna be rough for the offical to keep up with these two.
Ana moves quickly through the sea of scattered chairs for the downed Nova and once more plies her to a stand only to find Nova shooting a vicious right fist right into Ana’s throat that backs her up breathlessly, then Nova rises the rest of the way to her feet and WHIPS Ana out through the gateway into the fan hallway amidst a roar from the crowd!
PERCY: And out they go.
Coverage continues out in the hall where nearby concession stands stop, and fans move aside as Nova charges at Ana who’s back is literally against a wall, but Hayden dodges aside as Nova’s knee cracks off the wall causing her to grimace in obvious pain. Ana wastes no time flattening Nova with a hard-hitting clothesline! Ana looks around, spots the official and slides in for a cover!
1..
2..
KICKOUT!
PERCY: Nova Wonder’s resilience in these types of matches is damn near legendary already given her track record.
CAT: She’s a monster, Percy. And Ana Hayden better pull out all the stops if she wants to put that monster down!
Ana’s unsuccessful pin attempt doesn’t stop her from gripping Nova by the hair and dragging her to her feet. But Nova slams a sudden rising knee thrust right into Ana’s midsection and doubles her over. Nova angrily drives an elbow down into Ana’s back then whips her by the backside headfirst right into a popcorn stand!
SMASH!
PERCY: Good LORD! Nova just smashed Ana’s head right in through the glass!
CAT: All that popcorn is ruined!
PERCY: It’s still popping!
Ana groans in agony and heat as glass shards drop around her, and the heat from the popping corn exacerbates the wounds on her face from the rake earlier forces her to back out rapidly from the popcorn machine and drive an elbow right into Nova’s sternum that backs the Wondergirl up. Ana unsteadily charges with a spear right into Nova’s midsection that blasts her backwards into the wooden serving countertop of a pizza stand that splinters inwards without breaking, luckily! Nova grips hold of Ana’s neck and pivots her sideways suddenly DDTing Ana into the hard concrete floor and goes for a cover!
1..
2..
THR--KICKOUT!!
After moments of pain, Nova climbs to her feet and angrily spills inserts of raw pizza topping onto Ana! Cheese, olives, and tomatoes and others are spilled all over Ana before Nova unleashes with hurling the metal containers down onto Ana!
PERCY: I don’t know what to do… kinda hungry, Cat.
CAT: Are you serious? These two are beating the hell out of each other RIGHT at the food court of this venue!
PERCY: I know. But they’re not going to bust it all up are they?!
CAT: The way these two are going? I wouldn’t put it past them!
Nova grips a container full of pizza sauce is about to dump it onto the prone form of Ana before Ana kickflips upwards, in the process kicking the container of sauce backwards onto Nova Wonder. As the chilled tomato sauce leaks onto the Wondergirl, Ana swiftly superkicks Nova backwards right through the wooden counter top into the pizza concession proper!
PERCY: These two are marinading one another!!!
CAT: Actually, a marinade is usually something you put aside to set for a certain amount of time. This is more like glazing.
Ana moves in after Nova only to find her head slammed by Nova opening the door of the hot pizza oven right into Ana’s face knocking her backwards in agony! Nova painfully climbs to her feet and charges out from the pizza concession, dripping in sauce, and levels Ana with a shining wizard that plows Hayden right onto the popcorn stand tipping it onto its side and tipping popcorn all over the floor and Ana! Nova drops an elbow into Ana’s stomach and insists the referee count!
1…
2..
THR—KICKOUT!
PERCY: I can’t believe Ana Hayden isn’t finished after all that!
CAT: It’s like you said, Percy. She came to play.
Nova is about to stand but Ana traps her arm between her legs and plows her back down for an armbar submission that has Nova squirming in agony!
CAT: Dangerous! After the beating these two have unleashed on each other, complete with edible toppings, this could be all she wrote for Nova Wonder!!!
Nova slams repeated fists down into Ana to force her to release the armbar. When she does, Nova crawls away from Ana, as Ana does the same. Both women in pain. The women manage their way back to their feet facing away from one another, and when they turn to face each other there's a brief pause between them to take in the situation. Suddenly, Ana moves in on Nova, who throws her boot up to catch Ana right in the face. She manages to reach out and grab Hayden by her arms, and then falls straight back with her boot still firmly under Ana's chin.
PERCY: COME AS YOU ARE TO ANASTASIA HAYDEN, And that has got to be it!
Ana recoils backwards, but instead of hitting the ground she bounces hard into the nearby wall which keeps her upright. Nova comes up to her feet, prepared to finish the fight, and that's when Anastasia Hayden rushes out from the wall, and throws her entire body behind a single leg drop kick that catches Nova square in the face.
PERCY: MY GOD! SHE WAS ONLY SEVENTEEN!
CAT: These bitches are pulling out all the stops!
Ana clutches at her jaw with one hand, while she pulls herself towards the downed Nova with the other. She manages to shove herself on top of her for the pin.
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: Oh My God! I can't believe it! Anastasia Hayden has toppled the reign of Nova Wonder as the Titans of the Midway Champion!
CAT: Now that is something. It's a huge victory for Ana considering how she came up short in the last few shows. It also proves the reason why PAW management had such faith in her despite the fact.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And the winner of this match by pinfall, and NEW TITANS OF THE MIDWAY CHAMPION....ANASTASIA HAYDEN!!
Anastasia is handed her title, and she clutches it to her chest as EMS crowd around the two women who had just been through one hell of a brawl. The fans in the arena give a mixed reaction to the news, while those who had followed the action through the arena all stand in applause.
PERCY: Both ladies are understandably being checked over by EMS after this brutal encounter. I don't think anyone is ever prepared for how far some of our superstars are willing to go during one of these Titans matches.
CAT: Damn right, Percy. Tough as nails, those two, and although Nova Wonder lost the Titans Championship, she still has an opportunity at Seven Deadly Sins to become the PAW World Heavyweight Champion.
PERCY: That is if we even have a champion left to defend it. Fans, don't go anywhere, our Main Event is up next!
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{Main Event}
Singles Match
(NON-TITLE)
Deus versus Press
Singles Match
(NON-TITLE)
Deus versus Press
PERCY: Alright folks, we're back, and it's time for our Main Event.
CAT: I'm so excited I might pee myself!
RICHARD ANDERSON: The following contest is a grudge match scheduled for one fall or submission, and is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING....
The lights dim low, and red strobes flash around the arena as 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent blares over the PA System. When the song reaches the main chords, Press steps through the curtain out onto the stage to a huge ovation. He's wearing a #TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall BombTrax T-shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. The PAW Heavyweight Championship is slung over his shoulder as he takes in the capacity crowd that is on their feet.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 365 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, Representing the BombTrax, he is the current PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....PRESS!!!
Press allows a smirk at the mention of his name, and he starts his methodical walk down to the ring. He doesn't reach out and slap hands, but he doesn't try to prevent any of them from reaching out and patting him on his shoulder. Once he reaches ringside, he hops up onto the ring apron, and then swings one leg over the top rope, followed by the other. Once inside he comes to one side of the ropes and throws one fist into the air and roars. The fans roar back in kind, applauding him as he takes the PAW Championship from his shoulder and hands it over to the ring tech.
PERCY: The PAW Champion looks to be ready for combat here tonight, Cat, and I've got the feeling that combat is the appropriate term for this match.
CAT: Maybe so, Percy, but I don't see how given what The BombTrax did to his opponent last episode.
The arena goes dark. The synth strikes of “Child of the West” by Roni Size featuring B-Real kicks onto the speaker system while timed strobes of red light streak out into the crowd along with the music.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And… introducing from Parts Unknown…
With the pulses happening, it’s easy to see there’s no one standing at the top of the ramp. This goes on into the chorus of the song, when suddenly the lights come back to full, and reveal Deus and Press locked in a death grip in the center of the ring. The buzz from the crowd is electric as Sharon Orbach, the Senior Official, quickly calls for the bell.
PERCY: Alright folks, this match is underway, and already these two are trying to kill each other!
CAT: How is Deus out here? It doesn't make any sense.
PERCY: You heard what Press said last week, Cat. Deus is legion. Anyone can put that mask on and become Deus, but the real question is who's under it now?
CAT: Maybe if Press makes good on his promises from earlier this week, we'll find out.
The two gladiators grapple with each other in the center of the ring, Deus reaching for Press' throat and being held back by the big man's iron grasp around his wrist, while Press tries for Deus with his other hand, and Deus keeps it at bay much the same way. Finally, in a hulking burst of strength, Press pulls Deus forwards, and then shoves back the opposite direction, flinging the masked phenom to the canvas. The Engima rolls up to his/her feet, and thunders back at the big man, who answers with a high knee lift to the midsection. Deus doubles over, and Press immediately follows that up by driving the point of his elbow right down into the back of the enigma's head. Deus drops down to one knee, and Press completes the process with a football like punt straight to the face that sends Deus crashing the rest of the way to the mat.
PERCY: Press doesn't appear to be playing around here, as he reaches down and pulls Deus up and shoves him/her back into the closest corner.
CAT: Let's just save time on the him/her bullshit, and call Deus 'it'.
PERCY: Fine by my book.
Press jams the back of his elbow into Deus skull several times, and then drives more knee lifts into his trapped opponent, just crushing him into the corner. Finally, Press takes Deus by the wrist, and whips 'it' hard to the opposite side. Deus strikes the turnbuckles with authority and stumbles out, and Press barrels in from across the ring to swing a meaty clothesline. Deus ducks, however, sending Press to crash chest first into the turnbuckle. The big man spins around just in time for Deus to come running back in to nail him with a spear right into the corner. Press buckles for a minute, but maintains his stance, and reigns forearms down into Deus' back at the same time the masked phenom drives shoulder after shoulder into his midsection. Eventually Press stops putting up a fight, more concerned with getting out of the corner than doing more damage.
PERCY: Press just grabbed Deus, and shoved the enigma away, but Deus is already back on the attack, now driving hard rights into the Champion, forcing him back into the corner.
CAT: Deus appears to be relentless. We already know that this entity will risk life and limb to do damage to its opponents. It's almost like Deus doesn't care whether it wins or loses, so long as it does damage.
PERCY: Deus is an agent of calculated chaos, who navigates through the maelstrom it creates to achieve its goals.
CAT: And it looks like the enigma's goal here tonight is to end Press once and for all.
Deus steps up onto the middle turnbuckle, forces Press' head back by a fistful of hair, and then peppers right hands straight down into the man's skull. The crowd reacts by counting down the blows, but when they reach six, Press brings one massive hand up to Deus' chest, and sends the enigma flying backwards. Deus once again accepts the impact, rolling up to its feet, and then charges forwards once again on the attack. Unfortunately for Deus, all it meets this time is an upturned boot that catches it right in the face. Deus recoils back out to the center of the ring holding it's jaw, and when it turns back around to face Press, the enigma doesn't have time to react to the locomotive like clothesline. Deus is hit with such force that it cuts a complete back flip, landing on its stomach in the center of the ring.
PERCY: Good Lord! Press just took the enigma's head off, and I don't know if Deus doesn't have a concussion now.
CAT: That's the dangerous thing about the champion. He can absorb a lot of punishment, but sometimes it only takes one hit from him to turn things completely around.
Press reaches down, and grabs Deus by the back of the skull, yanking the enigma up with one hand. Still cradling the back of the head, he rushes towards the far ropes, and unceremoniously tosses Deus clear up and over the top rope to the unforgiving concrete below. Orbach warns him, but he doesn't pay her any heed, slipping between the ropes to land on the floor beside his prey.
PERCY: Press bringing Deus out to 'No Mans Land', and that is a dangerous place to be for both competitors.
CAT: Well, it's my favorite part of any match, when I'm sure the rules are about to be bent if not broken.
PERCY: To each their own, I suppose.
Deus crawls across the concrete towards the guardrail, so Press decides to help it out, by grabbing the enigma by the seat of the pants and the back of its mask, lifting it partially up, and then sending the masked phenom head long to crash into the steel. Deus slumps down, and Press steps over to place one size 16 boot across the back of the enigmas head, and then step up as if he were climbing up onto a rock. Deus kicks wildly at having the 365 pounds of pressure pressing down onto its skull, and Press finally decides to step back with a smirk to survey the damage. Deus reaches a shaky hand up to the top of the guardrail, and pulls itself up to its feet. The enigma leans heavily against the guardrail when Press comes barreling in for another clothesline. Deus, however, ducks at the last second, catching the oncoming champion with a back body drop that sends him hurtling over into the first three rows of the crowd. Everyone was smart enough to get out of the way, leaving steel folding chairs and hard concrete to break the big man's fall.
PERCY: OH! That was a nasty spill for the Champion, and now Deus stepping over to the nearby time keepers table, and climbing up on top....Double Ax Handle right down onto Press as he was trying to get up, driving him back down into the chaos of steel and concrete!
CAT: Sharon's trying to admonish these guys to get it back in the ring, but she's not going for the count. I wonder if she got some special instructions from Munin on this match, and just how far do those instructions go?
PERCY: Well, we know there is no love lost between Munin and Deus, and it wouldn't be the first time that she allowed The BombTrax to put away a threat to her company.
Deus pulls Press up to his feet by his long stringy hair, and then hurls him back towards the guardrail. At his height he hits the guard rail around waist high, the sudden stop sending him tumbling over the structure into a front flip which finds him impacting off the concrete once more. Deus steps over to the guard rail, and hops over the top, landing with a boot straight down into Press' face. The big man writhes on the floor with his hands up to his nose, and Deus cocks its head to the side in observation before moving in with further stomps down into the side of the man's head.
PERCY: Deus is really putting the boots to Press here, and the Senior Official has yet to administer any count. I think you might've been right, Cat.
CAT: Good! This thing needs to be decided, one way or the other, and I say let them go til there's nothing left.
Deus pulls Press up to his feet, takes him by the wrist and the back of his head, and whips him hard towards one of the steel ring posts. Press crashes into it skull first, the impact sending him into a spin that finds him ultimately back down on the concrete. This time, however, when he looks up to gain his bearings, a crimson mask cascades down his forehead.
PERCY: Press has been busted open!
CAT: First blood goes to Deus!
Deus stalks around the ring post to where the champion lies, and reaches down to help him back to his feet. The Enigma walks Press right over to the announcers table, and Percival and Caitlin are quick to abandon their posts at the first sign of trouble. Deus drives Press' face down into the top of the table several times, and then rolls him up onto it's surface. Deus pauses to look out at the crowd, who in spite of being huge Press supporters, can't contain themselves at the chance of seeing something devastating come out of this turn of events. Deus joins Press up onto the announce table, and pulls at the man to help get him to his feet. The table groans under their combined weight, but Deus doesn't seem to pay it any mind, as it hooks Press around the head, and then begins to spin until finally dropping straight down into a Neck Breaker. Both competitors crash to the reinforced table, and it splinters, but doesn't break, momentarily leaving both of them to lay there in pain.
PERCY: HANGMAN'S NECK BREAKER DOWN ACROSS OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE! My God! That table's reinforced with steel thanks to the antics of The BombTrax since the very beginning of PAW, and now it's just been used to incapacitate one of them!
CAT: Yeah, but that move hurt Deus too.
As soon as it's spoken, Deus begins to stir, mechanically moving up to stand upon the table once more. It reaches down to pull the champion up again, but this time finds more difficulty in the task, as Press appears to be dead weight. Eventually Deus manages it, holding the champion up by sheer strength of will. Just as the enigma moves in to hook the head again, however, Press suddenly comes alive, reaching down and grabbing Deus by the back of its thighs, lifting up, and then driving the masked phenom back down to the table with a massive spine buster. This time the table explodes in under them, sending shards of wood flying every which away. The steel frame is exposed, and is shown to have exploded outwards due to the impact. Both competitors lay motionless in the rubble, Press lying atop of Deus.
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! PRESS MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN DEUS IN HALF!
CAT: Well, there goes our table. I knew if they really put their mind to it, they could overcome a little thing like steel reinforcement.
PERCY: This is serious, Cat! What are we going to do if these guys can't continue?
Sharon Orbach shares Percival's concern, and she looks around the area for any sins of life. Seeing none, she shakes her head, and then begins a ten count.
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PERCY: I wasn't sure what to expect out here tonight, but I certainly didn't expect this.
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CAT: Sure you did, Percy. We all did. Deus came back with the intention of destroying PAW, and what better way to do that than to take out one of the men who contributed to the enigma's demise way back when.
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PERCY: Yeah, but to what end? If there is no PAW, there is no point. I understand having a blood feud for the man, even a need for revenge, but this isn't a wrestling match. It's a blood bath. WAIT! Press is moving!
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Press claws his way out of the rubble, getting up to his feet only to stumble down to his knees to hang from the ring apron.
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He pulls himself up with everything he has, blood pouring from the gash in his forehead. Just as Sharon is about to count ten, he hoists himself partially into the ring, and then rolls back out, breaking the count, and essentially causing her to start from the beginning. Looking worse for ware, he stumbles over to the wreckage and steadies himself in an attempt to reach down and pull Deus up to its feet. Once he has the enigma vertical, he half drags Deus over to the ring apron, where he tosses it under the bottom rope, and into the ring. Press rolls in after the masked phenom, and comes to rest with his arm lazily draped over Deus' chest.
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THREe-Deus' arm shoots skyward at the last second, lifting the enigmas shoulder off the mat just enough to cause Sharon to have to fall forwards to keep from striking the mat a third time. Press doesn't even looked shocked, just exhausted and injured, as he lays there for a moment trying to gain some recovery.
PERCY: I can't believe it! We still have a match going on here.
CAT: That means that your fears are realized, Percy. It can get worse.
Press crawls over towards the ropes, and uses them to help steady himself on his way to his feet. He wipes his forearm across his forehead to try and clear some of the blood out of his eyes, and then turns to watch as Deus pulls its self up as well. He shakes his head in disbelief, and is surprised when Deus wheels around on him, and shakily sprints right for him. Surprised, but not without his own tricks, as Press turns to the side, catches Deus with a tilt-a-whirl that ends with the enigma on his shoulder, and then throws the masked phenom high into the air to come crashing down face first across the top turnbuckle of the closest corner.
PERCY: SNAKE EYES! And Deus dropped to its knees, but popped right back up only to turn RIGHT INTO PRESS WHO SCOOPS HIM UP FROM THE SIDE, AND DROPS STRAIGHT DOWN WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM! He's still on top, hooking the leg for a cover!
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THRE-KICK OUT! Deus' shoulder shoots off the mat, and Press' expression turns to frustration and anger as he pushes up to his feet, bringing the enigma up with him. He looks out at the crowd for affirmation, and they all cheer as he pulls Deus' head between his legs, and then hooks the enigma around the waist, and pulls it up into a sitting position up onto his chest. Deus indistinctly comes alive once up in the air, however, driving right hands down into the big mans injured forehead. The blows manage to reopen the wound, and Deus takes this opportunity to jam a thumb into the open gash, pulling it apart to make it that much more grotesque. Finally, Deus shoves off of Press' head and comes to land on its feet right in front of him. A series of right hands drive Press back into the ropes, and a whip attempts to send Press to the opposite side. Press reverses the act, sending Deus instead to rebound off the ropes. Deus returns only to duck a clothesline from the big man, continuing through to hit off the ropes one more time. Press takes another swing, and this time Deus hooks the man around the arm, spinning around to end up behind him. The enigma leaps up onto his back, hooking him out of nowhere with a sleeper hold.
PERCY: Are you seeing this, Cat! Deus was all but finished, and now the enigma is riding the champion like it's a rodeo!
CAT: Effective strategy in my opinion. Press has lost a lot of blood from that wound in his head, and after opening it back up, a sleeper hold could do a lot of damage.
PERCY: Indeed, Press appears to be fading as we speak. Dropping down to one knee...no, down to both, and Deus just fell back and wrapped both legs around his midsection. This one might be over!
The Senior Official is down with the competitors, asking Press if he want's to give, but the big man is unable to answer as he slowly begins to fade away. His struggles become less and less, and finally, Sharon decides to check his responses for the victory. She lifts his right arm into the air, and lets loose, watching it, along with everyone else, as it falls limply to his side. She holds up one finger, and then makes to repeat the process. Again, the arm falls limply to his side. Two fingers. She moves for the third and final check, and just as the arm appears to be on a trajectory to do the same thing, it comes to halt to hover over the canvas. Suddenly both arms shoot up into the air, and in a burst of energy and strength Press rolls over onto his stomach and gets his arms and knees in under him. He pushes off the canvas to his feet, stumbling around with Deus still riding his back with the sleeper applied. Finally, he lurches towards the corner, where he turns abruptly and falls straight back into the turnbuckles. Deus releases the hold in what must have been agony after being crushed by the big man, and Press stumbles out of the corner coughing and choking to take his next breath.
PERCY: Press somehow got out of the hold, but the damage appears to be done. Deus is coming out of the corner now, rushes at Press, OH MY GOD! SUDDEN STOP FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! DEUS IS DOWN ON THE CANVAS, and Press just fell to land on top for the cover!
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THREe-KICK OUT! Once again Deus' arm shoots off the canvas, and once again Sharon Orbach is forced to lurch forward to keep from making that final count. Press just lays there, breathing shallowly, not believing any of this.
PERCY: These two have been in an all out war here tonight, and I'm not sure even if one of them gets the pin fall that you can count this as a victory. These are the types of matches that change your career forever.
CAT: Definitely shave a few years off the ole' lifeline.
Press lurches around on the canvas for a few minutes until finally finding his footing, and pushes up to a vertical base, wiping at his bloodstained forehead one more time. Amazingly, Deus flips over onto its stomach as well, and starts a slow crawl towards the ropes for assistance. When Press notices this, a flood of emotions pass through him from panic and uncertainty, to outright rage. Finally, he wrings out his hands to get his own blood off of them, and stalks over to where Deus is trying to get to its feet. He grips Deus from behind by the mask, yanking backwards, and pulling the neck in an awkward position. His lips part in a snarl as he worms his fingers beneath the mask, and begins to peel it backwards. Deus struggles like a madman, jerking and trying to get out of the iron like grip, but to no avail. Press continues to yank at the mask until finally it rips free from Deus' skull, revealing a tuft of short brown hair. The enigma's hands shoot up to its face to hide the features that are now exposed, and stumbles over to the to hide against the turnbuckles while Press stands there in shock and dismay with the Deus mask in his grasp.
PERCY: Press is staring at that mask like he never imagined he'd actually get it off, but now he has it, but Deus is covering up over in the corner. I still can't get a good look, but it does appear to be a male.
CAT: I can't believe this. Could this be the real deal. I mean, it would have to be wouldn't it, to put on this caliber of performance against the PAW Heavyweight Champion?
Press looks from the mask to the huddled person in the corner, and then back to the mask again. He smirks, and tosses the mask out into the front row of fans who fight and claw to take home the memento. He then stalks towards the corner, but comes to a stop as Deus lifts up off the ground to face him. The man, and it is a man, has his hands and arms still up in front of his face to hid his appearance, but he slowly steps out of the corner to come to stand in front of Press. When he reaches the big man, he slowly turns his head up along with his arms, and then drops them abruptly at his side. Press' eyes bulge nearly out of his head in shock, as he takes a step back shaking his head.
PERCY: OH...
CAT: My....
PERCY: GOD!!! That's.....That's....
CAT: THAT'S STEVIE FUCKING HARRIS!!!
The skeletal collection of almost blinding white teeth beam at the PAW Heavyweight Champion, who still shakes his head in disbelief, as Stevie Harris throws his hands out at his side with a wild laugh. Then, out of nowhere, his boot flashes up and catches Press square in the groin, doubling the big man over in more surprise and agony. Stevie tucks the champions head between his legs, grabs a handful of waistband, and falls straight back, pulling Press down into a vicious pile driver.
PERCY: FEAST OF CROWS!! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!
CAT: Stevie Harris is back, and just pulled off the biggest surprise of the century!
PERCY: And there's still a match going on! Stevie's got the cover!
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PERCY: Oh My God! Stevie Harris just defeated the PAW Heavyweight Champion!
CAT: Bigger than that, Stevie Harris was Deus!
RICHARD ANDERSON: Here is your winner by pinfall, uh....De...
Stevie steps over and runs his finger across his neck, and shakes his head no at Richard Anderson, pointing at his face and issuing him to continue with the other hand.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Um....here is your winner, Stevie Harris?
Stevie turns and beams that skeletal grin out at the audience, nodding his head and making signs around his waist that he wants the championship. The fans, having now caught up with what they had just witnessed, reign boos down on the madman. He took it all in with arms outstretched, head held back, that grin beaming up at heaven. He looks more like a man prepared for the rapture than a man who had just won a wrestling match, and despite the heavy boos, there are those in the crowd who are raising their voices in praise of the returned prophet. Suddenly police officers appear at the top of the stage, and the sudden change in the atmosphere draws Stevie's attention their way. He makes a final bow to the PAW audience, right over Press' body, which hasn't moved, and then bails out of the ring on the announce table side. He bounds right past Percival and Caitlin, and sails over the guardrail where the fans part for him like the red sea. Just as the officers arrive, they fall in behind him, crossing their arms over their chest so that they can not pursue.
PERCY: This is insane! Stevie Harris is back, and he just beat Press right in the center of the ring, and he was Deus! Good God!
CAT: You forgot 'fugitive', Percy.
PERCY: Yeah, and there's that too! This....this just can't be! What does this mean going forward? How will this reshape the landscape here in PAW, or will it? I mean, if Stevie's been here the entire time as one of the Deus Legion, then it stands to reason that PAW has been harboring a fugitive! Are...ARE WE GOING TO JAIL!
CAT: Jesus, Percy, calm down. I'm sure everything will work itself out in the end. It always does. Anyways folks, while my partner continues to have a meltdown, I am Caitlin Casey, and he is Percivail Banion Chord, and we bid you good night!
CAT: I'm so excited I might pee myself!
RICHARD ANDERSON: The following contest is a grudge match scheduled for one fall or submission, and is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING....
The lights dim low, and red strobes flash around the arena as 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent blares over the PA System. When the song reaches the main chords, Press steps through the curtain out onto the stage to a huge ovation. He's wearing a #TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall BombTrax T-shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. The PAW Heavyweight Championship is slung over his shoulder as he takes in the capacity crowd that is on their feet.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 365 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, Representing the BombTrax, he is the current PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....PRESS!!!
Press allows a smirk at the mention of his name, and he starts his methodical walk down to the ring. He doesn't reach out and slap hands, but he doesn't try to prevent any of them from reaching out and patting him on his shoulder. Once he reaches ringside, he hops up onto the ring apron, and then swings one leg over the top rope, followed by the other. Once inside he comes to one side of the ropes and throws one fist into the air and roars. The fans roar back in kind, applauding him as he takes the PAW Championship from his shoulder and hands it over to the ring tech.
PERCY: The PAW Champion looks to be ready for combat here tonight, Cat, and I've got the feeling that combat is the appropriate term for this match.
CAT: Maybe so, Percy, but I don't see how given what The BombTrax did to his opponent last episode.
The arena goes dark. The synth strikes of “Child of the West” by Roni Size featuring B-Real kicks onto the speaker system while timed strobes of red light streak out into the crowd along with the music.
RICHARD ANDERSON: And… introducing from Parts Unknown…
With the pulses happening, it’s easy to see there’s no one standing at the top of the ramp. This goes on into the chorus of the song, when suddenly the lights come back to full, and reveal Deus and Press locked in a death grip in the center of the ring. The buzz from the crowd is electric as Sharon Orbach, the Senior Official, quickly calls for the bell.
PERCY: Alright folks, this match is underway, and already these two are trying to kill each other!
CAT: How is Deus out here? It doesn't make any sense.
PERCY: You heard what Press said last week, Cat. Deus is legion. Anyone can put that mask on and become Deus, but the real question is who's under it now?
CAT: Maybe if Press makes good on his promises from earlier this week, we'll find out.
The two gladiators grapple with each other in the center of the ring, Deus reaching for Press' throat and being held back by the big man's iron grasp around his wrist, while Press tries for Deus with his other hand, and Deus keeps it at bay much the same way. Finally, in a hulking burst of strength, Press pulls Deus forwards, and then shoves back the opposite direction, flinging the masked phenom to the canvas. The Engima rolls up to his/her feet, and thunders back at the big man, who answers with a high knee lift to the midsection. Deus doubles over, and Press immediately follows that up by driving the point of his elbow right down into the back of the enigma's head. Deus drops down to one knee, and Press completes the process with a football like punt straight to the face that sends Deus crashing the rest of the way to the mat.
PERCY: Press doesn't appear to be playing around here, as he reaches down and pulls Deus up and shoves him/her back into the closest corner.
CAT: Let's just save time on the him/her bullshit, and call Deus 'it'.
PERCY: Fine by my book.
Press jams the back of his elbow into Deus skull several times, and then drives more knee lifts into his trapped opponent, just crushing him into the corner. Finally, Press takes Deus by the wrist, and whips 'it' hard to the opposite side. Deus strikes the turnbuckles with authority and stumbles out, and Press barrels in from across the ring to swing a meaty clothesline. Deus ducks, however, sending Press to crash chest first into the turnbuckle. The big man spins around just in time for Deus to come running back in to nail him with a spear right into the corner. Press buckles for a minute, but maintains his stance, and reigns forearms down into Deus' back at the same time the masked phenom drives shoulder after shoulder into his midsection. Eventually Press stops putting up a fight, more concerned with getting out of the corner than doing more damage.
PERCY: Press just grabbed Deus, and shoved the enigma away, but Deus is already back on the attack, now driving hard rights into the Champion, forcing him back into the corner.
CAT: Deus appears to be relentless. We already know that this entity will risk life and limb to do damage to its opponents. It's almost like Deus doesn't care whether it wins or loses, so long as it does damage.
PERCY: Deus is an agent of calculated chaos, who navigates through the maelstrom it creates to achieve its goals.
CAT: And it looks like the enigma's goal here tonight is to end Press once and for all.
Deus steps up onto the middle turnbuckle, forces Press' head back by a fistful of hair, and then peppers right hands straight down into the man's skull. The crowd reacts by counting down the blows, but when they reach six, Press brings one massive hand up to Deus' chest, and sends the enigma flying backwards. Deus once again accepts the impact, rolling up to its feet, and then charges forwards once again on the attack. Unfortunately for Deus, all it meets this time is an upturned boot that catches it right in the face. Deus recoils back out to the center of the ring holding it's jaw, and when it turns back around to face Press, the enigma doesn't have time to react to the locomotive like clothesline. Deus is hit with such force that it cuts a complete back flip, landing on its stomach in the center of the ring.
PERCY: Good Lord! Press just took the enigma's head off, and I don't know if Deus doesn't have a concussion now.
CAT: That's the dangerous thing about the champion. He can absorb a lot of punishment, but sometimes it only takes one hit from him to turn things completely around.
Press reaches down, and grabs Deus by the back of the skull, yanking the enigma up with one hand. Still cradling the back of the head, he rushes towards the far ropes, and unceremoniously tosses Deus clear up and over the top rope to the unforgiving concrete below. Orbach warns him, but he doesn't pay her any heed, slipping between the ropes to land on the floor beside his prey.
PERCY: Press bringing Deus out to 'No Mans Land', and that is a dangerous place to be for both competitors.
CAT: Well, it's my favorite part of any match, when I'm sure the rules are about to be bent if not broken.
PERCY: To each their own, I suppose.
Deus crawls across the concrete towards the guardrail, so Press decides to help it out, by grabbing the enigma by the seat of the pants and the back of its mask, lifting it partially up, and then sending the masked phenom head long to crash into the steel. Deus slumps down, and Press steps over to place one size 16 boot across the back of the enigmas head, and then step up as if he were climbing up onto a rock. Deus kicks wildly at having the 365 pounds of pressure pressing down onto its skull, and Press finally decides to step back with a smirk to survey the damage. Deus reaches a shaky hand up to the top of the guardrail, and pulls itself up to its feet. The enigma leans heavily against the guardrail when Press comes barreling in for another clothesline. Deus, however, ducks at the last second, catching the oncoming champion with a back body drop that sends him hurtling over into the first three rows of the crowd. Everyone was smart enough to get out of the way, leaving steel folding chairs and hard concrete to break the big man's fall.
PERCY: OH! That was a nasty spill for the Champion, and now Deus stepping over to the nearby time keepers table, and climbing up on top....Double Ax Handle right down onto Press as he was trying to get up, driving him back down into the chaos of steel and concrete!
CAT: Sharon's trying to admonish these guys to get it back in the ring, but she's not going for the count. I wonder if she got some special instructions from Munin on this match, and just how far do those instructions go?
PERCY: Well, we know there is no love lost between Munin and Deus, and it wouldn't be the first time that she allowed The BombTrax to put away a threat to her company.
Deus pulls Press up to his feet by his long stringy hair, and then hurls him back towards the guardrail. At his height he hits the guard rail around waist high, the sudden stop sending him tumbling over the structure into a front flip which finds him impacting off the concrete once more. Deus steps over to the guard rail, and hops over the top, landing with a boot straight down into Press' face. The big man writhes on the floor with his hands up to his nose, and Deus cocks its head to the side in observation before moving in with further stomps down into the side of the man's head.
PERCY: Deus is really putting the boots to Press here, and the Senior Official has yet to administer any count. I think you might've been right, Cat.
CAT: Good! This thing needs to be decided, one way or the other, and I say let them go til there's nothing left.
Deus pulls Press up to his feet, takes him by the wrist and the back of his head, and whips him hard towards one of the steel ring posts. Press crashes into it skull first, the impact sending him into a spin that finds him ultimately back down on the concrete. This time, however, when he looks up to gain his bearings, a crimson mask cascades down his forehead.
PERCY: Press has been busted open!
CAT: First blood goes to Deus!
Deus stalks around the ring post to where the champion lies, and reaches down to help him back to his feet. The Enigma walks Press right over to the announcers table, and Percival and Caitlin are quick to abandon their posts at the first sign of trouble. Deus drives Press' face down into the top of the table several times, and then rolls him up onto it's surface. Deus pauses to look out at the crowd, who in spite of being huge Press supporters, can't contain themselves at the chance of seeing something devastating come out of this turn of events. Deus joins Press up onto the announce table, and pulls at the man to help get him to his feet. The table groans under their combined weight, but Deus doesn't seem to pay it any mind, as it hooks Press around the head, and then begins to spin until finally dropping straight down into a Neck Breaker. Both competitors crash to the reinforced table, and it splinters, but doesn't break, momentarily leaving both of them to lay there in pain.
PERCY: HANGMAN'S NECK BREAKER DOWN ACROSS OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE! My God! That table's reinforced with steel thanks to the antics of The BombTrax since the very beginning of PAW, and now it's just been used to incapacitate one of them!
CAT: Yeah, but that move hurt Deus too.
As soon as it's spoken, Deus begins to stir, mechanically moving up to stand upon the table once more. It reaches down to pull the champion up again, but this time finds more difficulty in the task, as Press appears to be dead weight. Eventually Deus manages it, holding the champion up by sheer strength of will. Just as the enigma moves in to hook the head again, however, Press suddenly comes alive, reaching down and grabbing Deus by the back of its thighs, lifting up, and then driving the masked phenom back down to the table with a massive spine buster. This time the table explodes in under them, sending shards of wood flying every which away. The steel frame is exposed, and is shown to have exploded outwards due to the impact. Both competitors lay motionless in the rubble, Press lying atop of Deus.
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! PRESS MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN DEUS IN HALF!
CAT: Well, there goes our table. I knew if they really put their mind to it, they could overcome a little thing like steel reinforcement.
PERCY: This is serious, Cat! What are we going to do if these guys can't continue?
Sharon Orbach shares Percival's concern, and she looks around the area for any sins of life. Seeing none, she shakes her head, and then begins a ten count.
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PERCY: I wasn't sure what to expect out here tonight, but I certainly didn't expect this.
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CAT: Sure you did, Percy. We all did. Deus came back with the intention of destroying PAW, and what better way to do that than to take out one of the men who contributed to the enigma's demise way back when.
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PERCY: Yeah, but to what end? If there is no PAW, there is no point. I understand having a blood feud for the man, even a need for revenge, but this isn't a wrestling match. It's a blood bath. WAIT! Press is moving!
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Press claws his way out of the rubble, getting up to his feet only to stumble down to his knees to hang from the ring apron.
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He pulls himself up with everything he has, blood pouring from the gash in his forehead. Just as Sharon is about to count ten, he hoists himself partially into the ring, and then rolls back out, breaking the count, and essentially causing her to start from the beginning. Looking worse for ware, he stumbles over to the wreckage and steadies himself in an attempt to reach down and pull Deus up to its feet. Once he has the enigma vertical, he half drags Deus over to the ring apron, where he tosses it under the bottom rope, and into the ring. Press rolls in after the masked phenom, and comes to rest with his arm lazily draped over Deus' chest.
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THREe-Deus' arm shoots skyward at the last second, lifting the enigmas shoulder off the mat just enough to cause Sharon to have to fall forwards to keep from striking the mat a third time. Press doesn't even looked shocked, just exhausted and injured, as he lays there for a moment trying to gain some recovery.
PERCY: I can't believe it! We still have a match going on here.
CAT: That means that your fears are realized, Percy. It can get worse.
Press crawls over towards the ropes, and uses them to help steady himself on his way to his feet. He wipes his forearm across his forehead to try and clear some of the blood out of his eyes, and then turns to watch as Deus pulls its self up as well. He shakes his head in disbelief, and is surprised when Deus wheels around on him, and shakily sprints right for him. Surprised, but not without his own tricks, as Press turns to the side, catches Deus with a tilt-a-whirl that ends with the enigma on his shoulder, and then throws the masked phenom high into the air to come crashing down face first across the top turnbuckle of the closest corner.
PERCY: SNAKE EYES! And Deus dropped to its knees, but popped right back up only to turn RIGHT INTO PRESS WHO SCOOPS HIM UP FROM THE SIDE, AND DROPS STRAIGHT DOWN WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM! He's still on top, hooking the leg for a cover!
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THRE-KICK OUT! Deus' shoulder shoots off the mat, and Press' expression turns to frustration and anger as he pushes up to his feet, bringing the enigma up with him. He looks out at the crowd for affirmation, and they all cheer as he pulls Deus' head between his legs, and then hooks the enigma around the waist, and pulls it up into a sitting position up onto his chest. Deus indistinctly comes alive once up in the air, however, driving right hands down into the big mans injured forehead. The blows manage to reopen the wound, and Deus takes this opportunity to jam a thumb into the open gash, pulling it apart to make it that much more grotesque. Finally, Deus shoves off of Press' head and comes to land on its feet right in front of him. A series of right hands drive Press back into the ropes, and a whip attempts to send Press to the opposite side. Press reverses the act, sending Deus instead to rebound off the ropes. Deus returns only to duck a clothesline from the big man, continuing through to hit off the ropes one more time. Press takes another swing, and this time Deus hooks the man around the arm, spinning around to end up behind him. The enigma leaps up onto his back, hooking him out of nowhere with a sleeper hold.
PERCY: Are you seeing this, Cat! Deus was all but finished, and now the enigma is riding the champion like it's a rodeo!
CAT: Effective strategy in my opinion. Press has lost a lot of blood from that wound in his head, and after opening it back up, a sleeper hold could do a lot of damage.
PERCY: Indeed, Press appears to be fading as we speak. Dropping down to one knee...no, down to both, and Deus just fell back and wrapped both legs around his midsection. This one might be over!
The Senior Official is down with the competitors, asking Press if he want's to give, but the big man is unable to answer as he slowly begins to fade away. His struggles become less and less, and finally, Sharon decides to check his responses for the victory. She lifts his right arm into the air, and lets loose, watching it, along with everyone else, as it falls limply to his side. She holds up one finger, and then makes to repeat the process. Again, the arm falls limply to his side. Two fingers. She moves for the third and final check, and just as the arm appears to be on a trajectory to do the same thing, it comes to halt to hover over the canvas. Suddenly both arms shoot up into the air, and in a burst of energy and strength Press rolls over onto his stomach and gets his arms and knees in under him. He pushes off the canvas to his feet, stumbling around with Deus still riding his back with the sleeper applied. Finally, he lurches towards the corner, where he turns abruptly and falls straight back into the turnbuckles. Deus releases the hold in what must have been agony after being crushed by the big man, and Press stumbles out of the corner coughing and choking to take his next breath.
PERCY: Press somehow got out of the hold, but the damage appears to be done. Deus is coming out of the corner now, rushes at Press, OH MY GOD! SUDDEN STOP FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! DEUS IS DOWN ON THE CANVAS, and Press just fell to land on top for the cover!
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THREe-KICK OUT! Once again Deus' arm shoots off the canvas, and once again Sharon Orbach is forced to lurch forward to keep from making that final count. Press just lays there, breathing shallowly, not believing any of this.
PERCY: These two have been in an all out war here tonight, and I'm not sure even if one of them gets the pin fall that you can count this as a victory. These are the types of matches that change your career forever.
CAT: Definitely shave a few years off the ole' lifeline.
Press lurches around on the canvas for a few minutes until finally finding his footing, and pushes up to a vertical base, wiping at his bloodstained forehead one more time. Amazingly, Deus flips over onto its stomach as well, and starts a slow crawl towards the ropes for assistance. When Press notices this, a flood of emotions pass through him from panic and uncertainty, to outright rage. Finally, he wrings out his hands to get his own blood off of them, and stalks over to where Deus is trying to get to its feet. He grips Deus from behind by the mask, yanking backwards, and pulling the neck in an awkward position. His lips part in a snarl as he worms his fingers beneath the mask, and begins to peel it backwards. Deus struggles like a madman, jerking and trying to get out of the iron like grip, but to no avail. Press continues to yank at the mask until finally it rips free from Deus' skull, revealing a tuft of short brown hair. The enigma's hands shoot up to its face to hide the features that are now exposed, and stumbles over to the to hide against the turnbuckles while Press stands there in shock and dismay with the Deus mask in his grasp.
PERCY: Press is staring at that mask like he never imagined he'd actually get it off, but now he has it, but Deus is covering up over in the corner. I still can't get a good look, but it does appear to be a male.
CAT: I can't believe this. Could this be the real deal. I mean, it would have to be wouldn't it, to put on this caliber of performance against the PAW Heavyweight Champion?
Press looks from the mask to the huddled person in the corner, and then back to the mask again. He smirks, and tosses the mask out into the front row of fans who fight and claw to take home the memento. He then stalks towards the corner, but comes to a stop as Deus lifts up off the ground to face him. The man, and it is a man, has his hands and arms still up in front of his face to hid his appearance, but he slowly steps out of the corner to come to stand in front of Press. When he reaches the big man, he slowly turns his head up along with his arms, and then drops them abruptly at his side. Press' eyes bulge nearly out of his head in shock, as he takes a step back shaking his head.
PERCY: OH...
CAT: My....
PERCY: GOD!!! That's.....That's....
CAT: THAT'S STEVIE FUCKING HARRIS!!!
The skeletal collection of almost blinding white teeth beam at the PAW Heavyweight Champion, who still shakes his head in disbelief, as Stevie Harris throws his hands out at his side with a wild laugh. Then, out of nowhere, his boot flashes up and catches Press square in the groin, doubling the big man over in more surprise and agony. Stevie tucks the champions head between his legs, grabs a handful of waistband, and falls straight back, pulling Press down into a vicious pile driver.
PERCY: FEAST OF CROWS!! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!
CAT: Stevie Harris is back, and just pulled off the biggest surprise of the century!
PERCY: And there's still a match going on! Stevie's got the cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: Oh My God! Stevie Harris just defeated the PAW Heavyweight Champion!
CAT: Bigger than that, Stevie Harris was Deus!
RICHARD ANDERSON: Here is your winner by pinfall, uh....De...
Stevie steps over and runs his finger across his neck, and shakes his head no at Richard Anderson, pointing at his face and issuing him to continue with the other hand.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Um....here is your winner, Stevie Harris?
Stevie turns and beams that skeletal grin out at the audience, nodding his head and making signs around his waist that he wants the championship. The fans, having now caught up with what they had just witnessed, reign boos down on the madman. He took it all in with arms outstretched, head held back, that grin beaming up at heaven. He looks more like a man prepared for the rapture than a man who had just won a wrestling match, and despite the heavy boos, there are those in the crowd who are raising their voices in praise of the returned prophet. Suddenly police officers appear at the top of the stage, and the sudden change in the atmosphere draws Stevie's attention their way. He makes a final bow to the PAW audience, right over Press' body, which hasn't moved, and then bails out of the ring on the announce table side. He bounds right past Percival and Caitlin, and sails over the guardrail where the fans part for him like the red sea. Just as the officers arrive, they fall in behind him, crossing their arms over their chest so that they can not pursue.
PERCY: This is insane! Stevie Harris is back, and he just beat Press right in the center of the ring, and he was Deus! Good God!
CAT: You forgot 'fugitive', Percy.
PERCY: Yeah, and there's that too! This....this just can't be! What does this mean going forward? How will this reshape the landscape here in PAW, or will it? I mean, if Stevie's been here the entire time as one of the Deus Legion, then it stands to reason that PAW has been harboring a fugitive! Are...ARE WE GOING TO JAIL!
CAT: Jesus, Percy, calm down. I'm sure everything will work itself out in the end. It always does. Anyways folks, while my partner continues to have a meltdown, I am Caitlin Casey, and he is Percivail Banion Chord, and we bid you good night!
