WICKED - DVD Taping #7 - From the Greek Theatre 03/31/2016

WICKED - DVD Taping #7 - From the Greek Theatre 03/31/2016 Apr 8, 2016 1:35:20 GMT

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 1:35:20 GMT

Live from The Greek Theatre

Baton Rouge, LA

Thursday, March 31st, 2016 at 10 pm CST

Pure Amusement Wrestling

Proudly Presents:

BEFORE CURTAIN

Ji walked quickly to keep up with petite woman at his side. A woman that despite her size, was currently marching forward like a small general walking through a war camp.

Ji: Loco isn't happy with the order to stand down, if GZW tries to slip in. You know he would rather kill the snake before it bites as it were.

Munin's lips twitched at his words, she was all too aware of her head of security's annoyance.

Lady Munin: Yes, well he will do what he's told despite his annoyance. Chaos is to be controlled, not eliminated.

Ji looked at his boss skeptically, but kept his thoughts to himself. He was quickly learning not to question things that seemed to not make sense in Purity, or at least to pick his battles wisely.

Ji: Whatever you say boss lad......

He was cut off by the sudden appearance of PAW's resident blonde vixen, already suited up with a rather determined glint in her eyes.

Trixie: Lady Munin I need to talk to you now please.

Munin paused, more out of surprise than the young women's lack of coyness. Trixie's tone was borderline blunt, and that was a bit out of character. Perhaps curiosity mixed with a small amount of professional concern is what fueled her to spare her already spread attention.

Lady Munin: Then talk while we walk. I have plenty to do, and not enough time to sit for a chat.

If this annoyed Trixie she didn't show it, she merely hastened to match stride with the Asian beauty, as she had already begun to walk again.

Trixie: I want to know where I stand in this company, what chance do I have in making it to the title scene?

That got her a look from Ji that said quite clearly, “My aren't you brave”.

Lady Munin: Your chance my dear is as good as anyone else's, and depends entirely on how much work you are willing to put in. I do not play favorites in this company, that is a painful lesson that other's have learned.

Her dark gaze cut to the other woman with a pointed glance.

Lady Munin: Learn from their mistakes...As for your ranking, it has improved considerably. Allow me to be blunt.

Ji shook his head and mentally braced himself for whatever would come next.

Lady Munin: When you first came here I highly doubted the talent departments competency. I thought you were just another Bimbo wrestler ready to preform “Fifty Shades of Grey” in my ring, but...but you proved me wrong in your last match. It was an impressive showing, and it reminded me that I should know better than to judge a book by its cover. At the moment, you have my attention, but the question is can you hold it?

A smile tugged at the corner of Munin's mouth.

Lady Munin: I can't wait to find out. Now if that is all, I have other more pressing issues to concentrate on.

After a moment of hesitancy Trixie's mouth closed with a click of her teeth.

Trixie: Thank you for your time, I have a match to finish getting ready for.

With that Trixie took her leave, and not a moment to soon, as one of the back stage hand bustled up beside the lady.

Aid: Lady Munin, we spotted Alex Cross bringing in a bottle of whiskey. Should we confiscate the bottle?

Lady Munin: No, you're not his mother, if he wants to destroy his life and career let him...I will handle him if he gets out of line.

The aid scurryed away leaving Ji to follow Munin by himself once more, and he did so while shaking his head.

Ji: 'I will handle him myself'…Yeah, that doesn't sound ominous at all.

“A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat joins a long pan of the semi-darkened Greek Theatre in Baton Rouge, LA 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 the St. Patrick's Day Super Show play. A shot of Flaming Youth taking an inzuguri from 'Lost Boy' Rufio, and then crumpling down to the canvas; Hungry Jack beating Luke Knux with a sausage rope, and then switching to a shot of Knux hitting the Ragnarock N' Roll off a produce bin; CJ O'Donnell kissing Trixie, only to pull her down into a small package; Calvin Harris, Alex Cross, and Johnny Raike battling it out on the Midway, switching to a scene of Raike with the Titans of the Midway Championship thrown over his head; Press delivering a Sudden Stop into a chair held by Stevie Harris, and then the closing moments as he is crowned the PAW Heavyweight Champion; and then a ticking TNT bomb, which becomes an animated bomb that counts down from 10 and ignites a graphical EXPLOSION on the screen and through the speakers that cuts the music. And we focus in on the announce table with Philo B. Pope and Charissa Clark.

PHILO: What's up motherfuckers? You found us!

CHARISSA: That's right, Philo, and it's going to be another fun filled episode of WICKED for the peeps here in Baton Rouge tonight!

PHILO: For those of you who are slow on the uptake, I am Philo B. Pope, and this tattooed hotty to my right is Charissa Clark, and welcome to WICKED#7! Folks, if you missed our St. Patrick's Day Super Show, let me tell you, the DVD is on back order on our website, but if you can get a copy, then you owe it to yourself to check it out. It will not disappoint!

CHARISSA: Oh, it was an awesome night. We have two new champions because of it. Johnny Raike is our Titans of the Midway Champion, and the big guy, Press, took home the PAW Heavyweight Championship.

PHILO: Not just that, Charissa, but we have a #1 Contender already that goes by the name of CJ O'Donnell, and rumor has it that things are about to get very Unstable around here, if you catch my drift.

CHARISSA: Speaking of unstable, the whole show almost came to a crashing halt when GZW stars, John Champa, and The Mongrel, William Saint, showed up at the top of the card to address our owner, Lady Munin! Philo, if it hadn't been for William Saint, Champa might have very well pulled the curtain on the entire event.

PHILO: Right you are, Charissa, but it was Saint who was left laying after that meeting of the minds. One has to wonder if GZW has any surprises in store for us tonight, because it didn't seem like anything got settled after their first visit.

CHARISSA: I sure hope not. We've got serious business tonight, and we don't need any of these interlopers crashing the party. What about this triple threat match?

PHILO: Luke Knux, who's coming in on a high note as of late, will be taking on Trixie, who still has some bitter resentment for CJ O'Donnell, and Lola, who's looking to bring home a victory to appease the madman Stevie Harris.

CHARISSA: Speaking of Stevie, I don't care if he's booked tonight or not, you gotta believe that he's lurking somewhere in the arena, and I've got a feeling our new PAW Champion better have eyes in the back of his head if he knows what's good for him.

PHILO: No doubt. The BombTrax are scheduled to meet face to face with the very man that Press crippled on his way to the finals of the Tournament, Cross Recoba, in a new segment called 'The Box Office'.

CHARISSA: What's that all about, Philo? Are they trying to replace us as the voice of PAW?

PHILO: I don't think we have anything to worry about, Charissa, cause something tells me that Cross Recoba might not have a set left if his track record with The BombTrax resumes.

CHARISSA: Speaking of track records, Calvin Harris hasn't been having any luck with his as of late.

PHILO: Hey, now! I don't think that's a very fair statement. In his last two matches, some could say he got screwed out of any chance at victory.

CHARISSA: Whatever, Philo, he has the looks, and talks the talk, but I'm still waiting for him to really bring it.

PHILO: Well, he'll have his chance tonight against the #1 Contender, CJ O'Donnell.

CHARISSA: Mmmm, that Irishman can lay a kiss on me anytime!

PHILO: Yeah, well, he's another one that better have eyes in the back of his head, cause the scene at the end of his and Trixies' match at the Super Show tells me that she's not going to let this thing go. He totally took advantage of her sexual nature!

CHARISSA: I said it once, and I'll say it again, you do not toy with a woman's emotions like that. I guarantee that will come back to bite him in the ass before it's over with.

PHILO: Speaking of biting someone in the ass, Alex Cross on two separate occasions tried to turn on Johnny Raike during the Titans of the Midway Championship match at the Super Show, and the second time cost him the whole thing.

CHARISSA: Well, only one of them could have won it anyways. I think the bigger question is what's up with Alex Cross? He's been acting a little sloppy of late, and is he a 'good' guy now? Out here handing out high fives, and shit. You'd think he forgot the smug asshole he is. It's a real identity crisis.

PHILO: I don't know about that, but I do know that as a result of the ending of that match, our Main Event tonight is Alex Cross versus Johnny Raike. The only thing that could make this more intense is if the title were on the line.

CHARISSA: I guess management didn't want to give everything away, Philo, considering this match would be a PPV Main Event in any promotion it was headlining. That is, if we had PPV, of coarse.

PHILO: Hey, you never know. The way things have been shaping up around here, we might not be depending on DVD sales for much longer. I mean, have you looked at this joint? It's sold completely out. I hear there are people who couldn't get tickets lined up outside the theatre.

CHARISSA: Oh, our little promotion is on fire, Philo, and if things keep heading in the direction they're going, we might not be able to contain it.

PHILO: Well, I say the more the merrier. Let's make this a frickin' revolution!

CHARISSA: Well, first, how about we pay some bills with a few words from our sponsors?

PHILO: Fine! Take all the bluster out of my rallying call why dontcha?

Charissa Clark rolls her eyes at Philo B. Pope as the scene fades to commercial.

Circle Television Network
Home of Kenzi Grey and The Sister's of Asia

Opening Bout
Singles Match
Johnny Sykes versus STIFF

PHILO: Welcome back, folks! STIFF is already in the ring, and he looks ready for action. I'm excited about this match-up, Charissa, as we get to see the newest member of the roster, 'The Original Pranksta' Johnny Sykes in action!

CHARISSA: Yeah, I hear this guy is pretty good, not to mention hilarious. I think the locker room could do with a better attitude, and maybe he'll be the one to give it to them through a few good old fashioned pranks.

PHILO: Hijinks, aside, I want to see what this guy can do in the ring.

CHARISSA: I guess we're about to find out.

The “Party Boy” theme song from 'Jackass' plays loudly over the speakers, and the fans came alive with cheers, clapping along, and some even dancing. After a few seconds pass, the curtain at the top of the ramp is pushed aside. The first thing to come through was a shopping cart from the local Purity Kroger, and the next was none other than “The Original Pranksta” himself, Johnny Sykes, decked out in his ring gear, with a Batman cape to boot. Sykes pushes the cart to the center of the ramp with a smirk spread across his lips, waving to the crowd a little as they began to cheer him on. In a single leap Sykes puts himself in the cart and stands straight up waving to the people.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first at this time. Coming from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at two hundred and one pounds. He may or may not be a Superhero in disguise. The Half Man, Half Amazing, Original Pranksta... JOHNNY F'N SYKES!

Sykes begins rocking the shopping cart forward, until next thing you know he's speeding down the ramp towards the ring. In the few seconds it flies towards the ring, Sykes leans down with his arm forward in a “superhero” pose, eyes focused on the ring. Just as the shopping cart is about to hit the side of the ring, Sykes leaps from the cart and soars through the air, over the top rope, and into the ring. He tucks his neck and rolls as soon as he hits the ring, coming up to his feet in a hail of cheers. He then runs to the nearest corner, hops to the second rope, and proceeds to unhook his Batman cape with a boyish grin. He wads the item up, and tosses it out into the waiting masses, who cheer him on as he drops down to the canvas, and stares across the ring at his opponent.

PHILO: Well, that was one hell of an entrance!

CHARISSA: Yeah, who does this guy think he is? Johnny Knoxville?

PHILO: Nope! He think's he's Johnny F'n Sykes, that's who!

CHARISSA: OH GOD! You two are going to be like best friends aren't you?

PHILO: HEY! I haven't had a good weed smoking buddy in awhile, not since Jamie Wheeler had those legal troubles in New Jersey. It's nice to finally see someone else with my caliber of humor round these parts.

Charissa rolls her eyes, as Sykes continues to play up to the crowd. STIFF just stares across the ring at him, obviously getting annoyed at being ignored due to the agitation on his face. Sykes comes to a stop against the edge of the ropes, noticing something out in the crowd, and he starts horse laughing, slipping out of the ring, and talking to a fan in the front row holding a sign. She nods enthusiastically at whatever he says to her, and hugs him around the neck before handing him the sign. Sykes turns back to the ring, rolls under the bottom rope, sign in tow. He hops up, and then holds the sign up so STIFF and the camera can see.

PHILO: 'I've Got Something STIFF For You Right Here!'. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

CHARISSA: Oh, this can not end well.

STIFF's eyes bulge out of his head in fury, and he wastes little time rushing in at 'The Original Pranksta'. Upon seeing this, Sykes quickly drops the sign, sidesteps the attempted clothesline, hooks STIFF in a half-nelson on the way through, and then uses his opponents momentum to hoist him up, transitioning the hold into a modified STO.

PHILO: SYKED OUT!

CHARISSA: Damn right, he did!

PHILO: No, that's the name of his finisher! Syked Out!

Sykes sheepishly grins at the crowd as he drops down for a cover on STIFF, while A-Ref gets into position to make the count.

1...

2...

3!!!

A-Ref signals for the bell, while Johnny Sykes hops up like he just won the PAW Championship. He startles A-Ref with a hug, and then reaches over, and grabs an unsuspecting Rhonda Armstrong by the face, and plants a kiss right on her lips. He bounces up to the second rope in the nearest corner, and throws his hands up in the air as the fans laugh and cheer him on, all at the same time. When Rhonda regains her composure, she brings the mic to her lips with a slight smile on her face.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here is your winner by pinfall, JOHNNY F'N SYKES!!

CHARISSA: Man, that dudes entrance took longer than it did for him to put STIFF away!

PHILO: Come on, admit it! Even you like the new guy.

CHARISSA: Well, I'll admit, he does have his charms. I know who doesn't look happy! 4Loco's been shooting bullets with his eyes ever since he saw Sykes kiss Rhonda.

PHILO: Uh-Oh, wonder if that means there will be trouble in paradise.

CHARISSA: Who knows what goes on in that Winnebago parked out back. Ewww...I don't want to think about it!

PHILO: Well folks, while you try and scrub that image out of your brains, I hear we got stuff going down in the back.

Stevie Harris is shown pacing back and forth on crutches in one of the many locker rooms that Pure Amusement provide the talent. The effects of his match with Press are still quite visable.

STEVIE HARRIS: OH! ABOUT TIME.

Lola rushes into the room and starts quickly changing into her ring gear.

LOLA: Sorry, Stevie, I got caught up with…

STEVIE HARRIS: You got caught up with that kissing booth skank again, didn’t you? This is your debut match Lola, and you’re going to fuck it up over some girl making goo goo eyes at you.

LOLA: She’s nice, and I think she’d fit in well.

Harris hurls one of the crutches her way. She ducks under, and the aluminium tool hits the wall and leaves a small hole.

STEVIE HARRIS: GET your head in the game, and don’t you dare embarrass me out there. We’ve suffered enough setbacks.

Lola nods her head and finishes lacing her boots up, ready to go. They can hear her music start faintly which prompts her to sprint to out the door.

Triple Threat Match
Lola versus Trixie versus Luke Knux

PHILO: You know, that Stevie get's nuttier and nuttier every time he's one camera.

CHARISSA: Whatever, Philo. Stevie got robbed at the Super Show, and his supporters clearly aren't being respected by PAW personnel or management, and now even Lola is starting to flake on him.

PHILO: The woman has a right to hang out with whoever she wants. This isn't the stone age!

CHARISSA: You don't understand anything. Besides, it doesn't matter, Rhonda's in the ring to set up the match, so hush.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This contest is set for one fall, and falls under Triple Threat rules!

Big Bad Wolf starts up, kicking into the full grimy swing of it's hook. The lights dim but not all the way, before green strobe lights start up. Lola makes her way out on stage, a black robe wrapped around her body which gets thrown to the ground with a simple shrug of the shoulders as she makes her way down the ramp.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, standing at five foot four, and weighting in at 110 pounds, she hails from Lafayette, Louisiana.....She is the chief lieutenant in the I'm With Stevie Movement......SHE IS LOLA!!

Lola smirks at the fans as she passes them, paying them little attention with her focus on the ring. She rolls in under the bottom rope, then turns and leaps to the second rope, balancing with both hands outstretched in a receiving gesture. The fans greet her with a mixture of cheers and boos, and she soaks it all in, before jumping off backwards, pacing towards her corner to wait for the match to start.

PHILO: Lola looks confident to be here.

CHARISSA: Why wouldn't she be, Philo? Stevie Harris is somewhere in the building, I'm sure, ready to tear someone's head off with that noose of his. If you knew you had a Pitt Bull just waiting to pounce, you'd be confident too.

The opening beats to 'Take It Off' by The Donna's cut the announce team off, and Trixie comes out and does a twirl, bending over to showcase her firm apple bottom to the crowd before turning around to flaunt her ring attire. She bites her finger as she pauses on stage, and winks to the crowd before walking in a straight line down the ramp, swaying her hips sensually along the way.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing the next participant, standing at five foot six, and weighting in at 133 pounds, she hails from Las Vegas, Nevada.....she is 'The Blond Beauty'......TRIXIE!!!

Trixie pauses at the bottom of the steps to blow kisses at the guys, and to enjoy the jealousy of the girls in the crowd. The guys out voice the girls with their approval, as she steps onto the apron, and gyrates her hips before stepping into the ring very slowly to allow all the photos to be taken of her backside. Stepping fully into the ring, she gives a playful wink to the referee before taking a seat in her corner.

CHARISSA: That bitch might act like nothing's bothering her, but I know what I saw at the end of her match with CJ O'Donnell.

PHILO: Well, maybe she's decided to take the high road on this one. There's nothing to be done about it considering O'Donnell is not in this matchup.

Slash ft. Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators 'World On Fire' hits the sound system and the lights go down. Smoke begins filling the stage as we hear the opening of the song. A few riffs of a guitar, then when the drums hit and lyrics kick in, Luke Knux comes out from the back in his usual attire. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he walks out staring down the crowd who go nuts for his arrival. He walks from one end of the stage to the other staring down the crowd before returning to the middle and then raising the metal horns to another huge reaction. He puts them down and begins down the ramp.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Hailing from Castle Knux on Knuxy's Island, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is the Suicidal Scumbag, LUKE KNNNNNUUXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Luke is now at the end of the ramp as he stops to look around the arena. Knux takes the last hit of the cigarette and then tosses it on the ground and stomps it out, before running and sliding into the ring. He hops up to his feet, runs over to lean over the ropes, and then points to his head, fingers like a gun, and fires. He walks backwards and spins around before tossing his entrance gear to the technician outside. He then falls back into the corner, and flashes a grin at the two beautiful women in front of him.

PHILO: Well here's a guy who's been on a roll lately. Perhaps, a....

CHARISSA: Oh, God! Don't say it...

PHILO: Rock N' Roll?

Philo seems very pleased with himself, while Charissa rolls her eyes, and A-Ref calls for the bell. As soon as the bell sounds, Luke steps out of his corner and moves to the center of the ring. He points first at Trixie, a look of lust in his eyes, and then turns his finger at Lola, nodding with a mischievous grin, before taking the same finger and running it down his chest to his crotch. Trixie and Lola both look at one another, nod, and then bull rush the unsuspecting Rock Star.

PHILO: Looked for a minute there that ole' Knuxy was trying to get a little three-way action going from Lola and Trixie!

CHARISSA: Oh, it looks like he's about to get all the three-way he can handle, Philo!

Trixie ducks her shoulder right as she reaches Knux, catching the man in the abdomen, while Lola goes high, nailing him across the chest with a clothesline. The momentum is enough to send all three tumbling to the mat, both women landing firmly on top of Luke. Trixie begins hammering fists into Knuxy's ribs, while Lola takes him by his ears, and starts driving the back of his skull into the canvas.

PHILO: Jesus, these women aren't having any of the Rock Star's shenannigans!

CHARISSA: And they shouldn't have to, Philo. As much as I love me some Luke Knux, he made a cardinal mistake thinking this was one of his scenes backstage. These girls are here to make a statement!

Trixie and Lola pull Luke up to his feet, and push him into the ropes, sending him for the ride. As he rebounds off the other side, they clasp forearms, and rush forwards, taking his head off with a double clothesline. Luke hit's the mat hard, and both ladies begin laying the boots to the downed Rock Star, each kick sending him rolling towards the edge of the ring. Finally, with a final boot from Trixie, Luke is pushed under the bottom rope to land unceremoniously on the concrete floor. Trixie looks pretty satisfied, but that is soon interrupted by a stiff forearm from Lola right into her face. Trixie is taken by surprise as Lola continues driving her forearm into the woman's head, forcing her back into the corner.

PHILO: Well, it looks like that alliance is over.

CHARISSA: Oh, Philo, there was never any alliance. They just needed to get rid of the sausage so they could start cracking some eggs.

PHILO: I'm not even going to touch that comment, cause it's just too easy.

After one last forearm for good measure, Lola takes Trixie by the wrist, and whips her to the opposite side. Trixie slams into the turnbuckle and stumbles out a bit as Lola comes in with a clothesline, which Trixie ducks causing Lola to strike the turnbuckle chest first. Trixie, turns, and still a little dazed, drops down, hooking Lola between the legs, and rolling her up into a tight school boy.

1...

2...

KICKOUT! Trixie gets up to her feet swiftly, and grabs Lola by the hair of the head on her way up, then swings her leg forwards, bringing her knee right up into her opponents face. Lola drops back to one knee, and Trixie continues driving the knee's into her face to try and keep her off balance. When Lola finally makes it back to her feet, Trixie pulls her by her hair into her side, hooks her around the head, and drops back into a stiff DDT. Lola's head bounces off the mat, and she flops over onto her back, where Trixie tries to go for another quick pin.

1...

2...

3NO!

PHILO: This one was almost over with that DDT!

CHARISSA: Yeah, and early to boot. Trixie looks to be in complete control.

Trixie hops up to her feet, staring down at Lola who pulls herself up to all fours, and begins to crawl to the ropes. Trixie allows this, making Lola work to get up to her feet, but lying in wait for when she does. Finally, Lola reaches the ropes, pulls herself up by use of the top rope, and turns just in time to see Trixie rushing in to clothesline her up and over. Lola, however, ducks the maneuver, back body dropping Trixie to the concrete below instead. Trixie lands with a hard smack on the floor, and rolls over onto her back holding her shoulder. The crowd cheers frantically, and Lola looks up in confusion out at the masses, knowing that it's not her that they are reacting to. On instinct, she turns to look up to the ramp way, and has just enough time to spot Luke Knux as he dives off the top rope with a missile drop kick. He catches Lola right in the chest, sending her flying back and through the ropes, to land right on top of Trixie.

PHILO: Luke Knux coming out of nowhere with that missile drop kick, and it couldn't have worked out more perfectly if he had planned it that way.

CHARISSA: Both ladies out here on the floor in front of us, trying to get back up to their feet, and Luke looks like he's got idea's of his own!

Luke Knux steps over to the corner closest to the two ladies on the outside, and begins to climb. He perches himself up on top, facing away from them, but watching them between his own legs. As soon as both are on their feet, he signals to the crowd, who erupt in cheers, as he flips from the top into a moonsault, crashing down on both ladies, and wiping out all three.

PHILO: RAGNAROCK N' ROLL from Luke Knux! He just took out the whole frickin' match!

CHARISSA: Yeah, himself included, Philo. And if you say that's why they call it high risk, then I swear to God, I'll slap the piss out of you right where you sit!

PHILO: But...but....but it's true!

A loud smack can be heard off camera, as the three participants try and pull themselves to their feet. Luke is the first one up, but Lola soon follows suit, and he rushes forwards to try and take an early advantage. Lola, however, has different plans, and she sidesteps the Rock Star, while at the same time reaching out with both hands and shoving him forwards for added momentum. Knuxy crashes chest first into a steel ring post, spins off the post, and then stumbles down to the concrete holding his chest. Lola turns her attention back to Trixie, who is now up to her feet, leaning against the steel steps for support. Lola stalks forwards, and Trixie tries to throw out a kick to keep her at bay, but Lola catches her foot, dragging her away from the steps and into her waiting arms, delivering a belly to belly suplex right onto the concrete.

PHILO: Wow! What impact from that belly to belly! If Lola can get Trixie back in the ring, this one might be over.

CHARISSA: She must have heard you, Philo, cause that looks exactly like what she's going to do.

Lola lifts Trixie up to her feet, and tosses her back into the ring underneath the bottom rope, following her in, and rolling her towards the center of the ring. Once she has her an appropriate distance from the ropes, she covers her, and hooks the leg.

1...

2...

3NO!

PHILO: KICK OUT! Just when we thought this one was over, Trixie reminded us all that she's not just gorgeous, but she's tough!

CHARISSA: Maybe so, but that kick out looks to have really pissed Lola off.

Lola hops to her feet and gets in A-Ref's face, jawing with the referee about a slow count. Finally, she turns her attention back to Trixie, her lips pulled back into a snarl. She reaches down and jerks the Blonde Beauty up to her feet by a handful of hair, and paint brushes her in the face a few times just to demean her.

PHILO: Is that really necessary?

CHARISSA: Hey, she's just trying to help bring her around. I don't see any problem with it.

PHILO: Charissa, she's trying to humiliate the woman, and I don't think anyone deserves that.

Trixie reaches up and blocks one of the slaps being thrown by Lola, drops to one knee, and punches her right in the crotch. Lola's scornful expression melts into one of surprise and pain, as she grabs her no-no region and crumples to the mat.

CHARISSA: Now I know that was uncalled for!

PHILO: A-Ref giving Trixie a stern talking to, and neither one appears to notice Luke Knux slipping back into the ring.

Knuxy, now back in the ring behind Trixie, takes on a full head of steam to attack the woman from behind, but almost as if she had a sixth sense, Trixie spins on one foot to face her new assailant, and brings her other boot up to connect directly with Luke's crotch. Luke's eyes bulge from their sockets, and he reaches down for his privates, before hitting the canvas himself.

PHILO: COULDN'T HELP MYSELF TO LUKE KNUX!!

CHARISSA: A-Ref better watch out! This girl's nailing everybody in their mommy/daddy buttons!

A-Ref tries to berate Trixie, but the woman waves him off, looking down on both her opponents who are writhing in the center of the ring holding their nether regions. She looks out at the crowd who cheer wildly, and she smiles, beginning to gyrate over their prone bodies.

CHARISSA: You talk about adding insult to injury!

PHILO: Maybe so, but you'd think she might want to go for a cover on one of her victims.

Trixie finishes her taunt, and smirks as she drops down for a cover on Luke Knux.

1...

2...

KICKOUT! Trixie stairs down at Luke as if she can't believe it, and then looks over to Lola, hopping over the Rock Star, and trying for a pin on her.

1...

2...

KICKOUT! Trixie shakes her head as she hops up to her feet to argue with A-Ref who holds his hands out at his sides, trying to placate the fiery woman.

PHILO: She wasted too much time playing up for the crowd.

CHARISSA: Listen, Philo, the woman is just doing what comes natural to her. She probably needs that boost after the dirty tactics that CJ O'Donnell pulled on her at the Super Show.

Finally done with her argument with A-Ref, she turns to grab a slow to recover Lola by the head, and starts to help the woman to her feet. As quick as a cat, Lola reaches up on an unsuspecting Trixie, hooks her around the head, tucks her chin onto her shoulder, and then drops down suddenly for a Shoulder Jaw Breaker. Trixie's head snaps back, and she tumbles to the mat with authority, as Lola gingerly gets back to her feet, still feeling the effects from the punch to her crotch. Scorn returns to her face as she reaches down and grabs Trixie by a handful of hair, pulls her to her feet, and then runs her face first into a turnbuckle. Lola spins her opponent to where she now rests against the corner, and starts lighting her up with chop after chop, causing the crowd to grimace with each pop.

PHILO: Just like that, Lola has Trixie in trouble in the corner, while Luke Knux is trying to get back to his feet.

Lola dips down low, hooking Trixie under her arms, and lifts the woman up to where she now sits on the top rope. Meanwhile, Luke Knux gets back to his feet, and watches from across the ring at the drama unfolding. He wisely backs over into the opposite corner, drops to one knee, and feigns still being injured. Lola climbs up to the second rope, then all the way to the top, standing with her crotch right in Trixie's face. The crowd begins to buzz as Lola jumps up, hooks Trixie around the head with her legs, and then flips backwards sending the woman sailing off the top and down onto her back.

PHILO: OFF THE TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA FROM LOLA TO TRIXIE! This one might be over!

CHARISSA: Damn impressive move!

Lola crawls over to Trixie, and goes for a cover, but before A-Ref can even bring his hand down for one, Luke Knux is there, jerking Lola away from the cover by her boot. She rolls onto her back to try and kick at her assailant, but he catches her other leg, hooking both of them, cinches up, and then falls backwards, his momentum catapulting Lola up to her feet, and then flying to land on the top rope abdomen first, which sends her tumbling over the top to the hard concrete below. Luke hops up to his feet, wipes his hands as if he just took out the trash, and then turns and drops down for a cover on Trixie.

PHILO: Luke Knux is going to take advantage of that beautiful Hurricanrana that Lola gave Trixie!

CHARISSA: You talk about stealing the victory!

1...

2...

3KICKOUT!

PHILO: I can't believe it! Trixie kicked out, and Luke Knux is just as surprised as we are!

CHARISSA: Luke back up to his feet, and he's pointing out at the crowd. He's calling for the Suicide Note!!

As Trixie slowly gets up to her feet, she doesn't see the enigmatic rock star behind her, begging for her to turn around. She stumbles for a minute, holding her injured spine, and when she finally turns, Knuxy easily scoops the woman onto his shoulders. Just then, Lola hops up onto the ring apron, but Knux see's her. Rather than abandon Trixie to deal with this new threat, he actually rushes the ropes with her still on his shoulders, driving her head into Lola's, knocking the woman off the ring apron and ribs first into the steel barrier that keeps the crowd from the action. He haphazardly steps back to the center of the ring, and tosses Trixie's body up in the air, driving his knee into her face on the way down.

PHILO: SUICIDE NOTE ON TRIXIE!! Luke going for a cover!

1...

2...

3!!!

Knux gets up to his feet as both, Lola & Trixie, lay in heaps, one in the ring, the other on the outside. The rock star falls back into a corner, holding his midsection, but nodding his head with a grin on his face. A-Ref steps over, taking the man by the hand, and holds it high over his head signifying him as the victor.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winner of this match, by pinfall, LUKE KNUX!!!!

PHILO: This match was intense folks. There for a minute I thought Trixie was going to win it, then Lola, but in the end...the Knux Man showed us all why he is PAW's resident Rock God!

CHARISSA: This is three in a row for him, Philo! He really is on a roll! You gotta believe that there might be a shot at a championship down the line if he keeps putting away these victories.

PHILO: Only time will tell, Charissa, but it's a safe bet that Luke Knux stock is on the rise.

CHARISSA: Big win for Luke here tonight, but now it's time to meet some or our new roster members who are taking in the amusement park back home in Purity.

Together they step into the frame, "Hardcore" Jack Nomad and "The Pixie" Alexandra Kelly, decked out in their full ring gear. Jack's arm is draped over Pixie's shoulder, holding her close to him. Behind them was a tall wooden fence that typically surrounds all amusement parks, the phrase "PURE AMUSEMENT WRESTLING" spray painted across it.

Jack Nomad: Well... Pure Amusement Wrestling. I like the ring of that, don't you Ms. Kelly?

Jack smiles at the beautiful woman to his left. She was looking at him with that well known expression. A mixture of being curious and simple 'WTF' attitude. Alex stood right next to him, her hand lazily rubbing his side. It felt good and strange at the same time. Being here. Starting to work again. If you call beating people up work.

Alexandra Kelly: It did sound quite inviting to me, Mr. Nomad, which is one of the reasons I dragged your ass here. Was hard enough in the end.

He chuckles a bit.

Jack Nomad: At least we can ride the rides and play the games when we aren't wrecking people in the wrestling ring.

He looks back at the camera with a wicked grin.

Jack Nomad: ...and wreck people is what we're going to do when we get inside that wrestling ring. You see, me and Pixie here have been starved of our fix of daily violence for far too long. We needed time to recharge our minds and get things straight again, but at the same time, we were Jonesing for people to break.

With a soft sigh, he pulls her in for a tight hug.

Jack Nomad: We went to crappy dive bars, biker rallys, and hell even crashed a college frat party and left so many busted and broken faces just to keep ourselves in check. The truth is, me and my dear sweet Pixie have a violence fetish.

His eyes look down upon hers, their gazes lock in loving understanding.

Jack Nomad: ...hurting people turns us on and that's why we do what we do.

He then looks back at the camera.

Jack Nomad: We love violence as much as we love each other.

For a split second she enjoys being pressed tightly against him, soaking in his special scent. It almost feels as if she was getting lost, only to come back to reality with his breath meeting her skin. She turns around, pressing her backside tightly against his font.

Alexandra Kelly: We have been good. We have been bad. We have been something inbetween. But something we have never been... good actors. It is pretty much like this. What you see is what you get. Easy as that. We know our business pretty well, never mistaken for brainless brawlers.

Speaking out that word made her laugh. Considering her size, no one would see her as a brawler in the first place. Alex locks her fingers with his, holding on with a tight grip.

Alexandra Kelly: Sometimes you have to reach an extreme to help people. You have to become the monster yourself to slay whatever is diseasing a place. I have always been a hard worker, just like Jack. Sometimes things work. Sometimes they don't. But I have made a promise to my girl Munin, no matter what.- we will give the audience what they pay for. In my case it is my cute butt and my lust for blood.

Jack kisses the top of Pixie's head, his arms wrapped around her once more.

Jack Nomad: People will call us evil, wicked creatures of destruction in that wrestling ring, but in truth, we are simply holding to our principles. We do not compromise who we are for the sake of advancement. We get in that ring, own the fuck out of it, and take on anyone that dares to stand before us within it. That is our way. Lies, deceit, and treachery are for the weak. We're in it for our own Personal Amusement and right now, it'd amuse us a great deal to walk out with a couple PAW Championships around our waists.

Smiling, he leans forward and rests his bearded chin on top of Pixie's head.

Jack Nomad: In the past I never strove for championships, but somehow managed to always have them kind of fall into my lap. Thanks to Alexandra here, I'm a little more... ambitious. I don't just want to fuck people up anymore. I want some expensive bling to go with it.

She was listening to every word he said, sometimes nodding in agreement. This was exactly what they have been discussing when signing their contracts. A little break was good for both of them, but like every fighter.- they would become restless. Feeling the urge to punch someone, making their hands itchy. Turning towards him, she wrapped her slender arms tightly around his waist as she looked over her shoulder to the camera.

Alexandra Kelly: I have been wearing gold. I have lost gold. But in the end it is always about the same. The fight is what counts for me. My motivation comes from deep inside. My need to inflict pain. There are people in this industry that will never understand the way we see things. I do not blame them for being confused and sometimes disgusted. Cause in the end, only the wicked understand each other.

Her petite hands run over his face, stopping at his lips for a moment. She looks up at him with fire in her eyes. Deadly serious yet with this certain fire he knew all too well.

Alexandra Kelly: Failure is not an option. Neither is reserving any kind of mercy. We both had to learn that the hard way, right Jack?

She was softly punching his shoulder, before sticking out here tongue. They began walking again, still in a tight embrace of some sort.

Alexandra Kelly: And if you do not win it, you just punch the guy. Everybody wins.

Pixie was holding her breath a moment before letting out a soundful laugther, Her small body was shaking right next to him. The two walk off together, laughing together as the camera trails them briefly. The scene then cuts, taking the show back to ringside.

The Box Office
Hosted by Cross Recoba
Special Guest: The BombTrax

The announce team has disappeared for a brief intermission, and when the cameras shift over to the ring, there is a custom desk with the PAW Logo on the front, along with a comfortable looking chair positioned on one side of the squared circle. On the other side is a plush sofa, a few decorative potted plants, and a sign made up of hundreds of light bulbs that read 'The Box Office'. The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' comes across the speakers, and the sign in the ring flashes to life, along with a montage on the screen above the ramp way of tickets being tacked off of a roll. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they already know what to expect from the cocksure owner of the sign and song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain, wearing a neatly pressed Armani suit, with a brown leather brief case in one hand, and a cane in the other. He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd, instinctively clutching the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, albeit slower because of the use of his cane, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd. He makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, and smiles at his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes. He steps over to the desk and sets his briefcase down, grabbing up one of the three microphones sitting upon the surface. The lights remain dim everywhere else in the arena, except for directly over the ring where Cross Recoba prepares to address the PAW Universe.

CROSS RECOBA: Alright, alright...pipe down trailer trash. I have serious business to attend to out here.

The fans boo the snob unmercifully, jeering him with taunts and jibes. He simply smiles, seeming to incense the crowd even more, and cinches up on the handle of his cane before bringing the mic back up to his lips.

CROSS RECOBA: Really? Is that any way to treat someone as courageous as I am? Someone as brave? I mean, I'm a God damn hero for doing this. If Lady Munin hadn't agreed to allow me to host my own show, you people would be robbed of the chance to look upon someone who has actually done something with their life beyond go out and be a fat, cretinous, ignorant slob! Well, THAT, and she didn't have much of a choice after my lawyers got off the phone with her lawyers. You see, I had to retain legal council due to my guests here tonight. Those two men are animals, plain and simple, and I don't care how much you idiot's adore them, or egg them on, I promise you, there will be no violence brought to my person here tonight, or this company WILL pay through the nose. THAT, is a personal guarantee.

The fans shower Recoba in boo's once more, and he shakes his head in disgust at the outcry of disdain. He comes to sit upon the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that allowed him to still hold the mic up to his lips.

CROSS RECOBA: My guests here tonight, are the type of men who will go back on a deal the minute they have possession of the money. They are the type of men who don't care about the spirit of competition, nor do they abide by any sort of code. I don't think there's anyone here who would agree that they are gentleman, as you're just as likely to see them hanging out at a biker bar as you are to see them spitting sanctimonious filth across the PAW airwaves. These men have received zero consequences for their actions, nor do they exhibit any conscious after brutally and savagely ending a fellow wrestlers career. They are so neanderthal, in fact, that they remind me of a modern day Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble. Ladies and Gentleman, without any further ado, I give you the newly crowned PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press, and his loud mouthed partner, Flaming Youth! I give you The BombTrax!!

The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena, while red strobe lights flicker all around the building, finally settling on the entry way. When the song enters the breakdown, Press strides out from behind the curtain, the PAW Heavyweight Championship thrown casually over his shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd, who go wild at first sight of him. When the first lines bellow out, Youth appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spins a few times reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval. Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes one of the turnbuckle without furniture blocking it in a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press steps to the center of the ring and thrusts the PAW championship high into the air.

As all of this was going on, Cross Recoba wisely made sure to go ahead and get behind his desk, making sure there was a physical barrier between he and the two men. When the music finally comes to an end, and the lights come back to normal, the arena is abuzz with electricity as both Press and Youth stand side by side, staring at Cross Recoba across the desk. The Fox tentatively indicates the two mics sitting on the edge of the desk, and then takes a seat in his chair, all the while keeping an eye on his two guests.

CROSS RECOBA: Just remember, you're not allowed to touch a single hair on my head!

Press smirked as he plopped down on the far end of the couch, while Youth passed him a mic, taking a seat that put him between Recoba and the big man. Press stared at Recoba with a sidelong glance, shaking his head, and still half-smiling as he brought the mic up to his lips.

PRESS: Relax, Recoba, we didn't come out here to do any further damage. You're safe..........For now.

The crowd let out a few light boo's at that statement, but mostly laughed and continued to jeer Recoba. None of this seemed to fluster the man, as he leaned forward on his elbows, and nodded.

CROSS RECOBA: Alright, then, let's get started. I'm sure that everyone wants to hear about your many celebrations over the past two weeks after winning the PAW Championship.

Press brings the mic up to his lips, and just as he was about to respond, Cross swiftly cuts him off.

CROSS RECOBA: So, Youth, how about that concussion? That sure was some ill timed luck, wasn't it? I mean, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy, after all, on account of how much consideration you put into helping your partner over there disfigure and maim other wrestlers. As I recall, way back on WICKED#2, the heel of your boot was the last thing I saw before I was unceremoniously dumped spine first onto a set of steel steps. Couple that with the big oaf's powerbomb clear out of the ring, I might never get to return to wrestling, while you'll be able to come back as soon as next show. What do you think of that?

FLAMING YOUTH: Well, Cross, that's unfortunate that you got hurt doing a high impact sport. Shudder to think that when you come out here week after week that people are out to hurt you, or isn't that the whole purpose of our industry. I can tell you what I'm not going to do, Cross, and that's cry about the fa.....

CROSS RECOBA: DO YOU KNOW, that they are talking about banning CJ O'Donnell's Irish Knowledge Running Knee because of this incident. The Louisiana State Gaming Commission is worried that if allowed to continue, there could be more injuries, but you know what move they haven't said jack shit about? The Press Release Powerbomb! The very move that has put me behind this infernal desk instead of in the ring where I belong. Well, what do you think about that? You smug piece of trash, sitting over there with a belt that you don't deserve. I hope some of these guys in the back are listening, as you're set to defend that strap pretty soon. They had better be paying attention, because it might just save them from having to be in a wheelchair one day!

PRESS: Cross, I think maybe you're just a little upset about the fact that I got to the prize at the end of the tunnel, and you fell short. If you had spent more time training and watching tape rather than exorcising those gums of yours, you might have been the one to make it. But that's not what happened, and that's just tough shit. I can tell you one thing, though, that desk looks like the perfect kind of furniture to put someone's ass through, so keep up that disrespectful tone, and we'll just have to see what happens.

CROSS RECOBA: You see folks, how quick their tune changes? These guys can't do anything without resorting to a threat of violence. The best thing that could happen for Pure Amusement is if someone would come out here and knock you two off your high horse! Maybe it will be CJ O'Donnell. Maybe it will be Stevie Harris! I'm sure he's got plenty to say about the travesty that took place at the St. Patrick's Day Super Show. Hell, I wouldn't care if one of those GZW assholes was the one to do it. Whatever it takes to make sure that we don't have to be beholden to you as the PAW Heavyweight Champion!

PRESS: ENOUGH!

The Big man came up off the sofa along with Youth, and they moved to stand right in front of the desk that Recoba was sitting at. The Fox scooted his chair back into the corner, grabbing his cane and holding it out in front of him as Press leaned over the desk to get in his face.

PRESS: As far as I'm concerned, this bullshit show of yours is over. As for who's first in line to try and take this belt off of me, I don't really give a crap. Far as I'm concerned you can line up the whole fucking roster in a neat little row, and I'll bulldoze them down like a game of dominoes. But I'll be God damned if I'm going to listen to one more word of your snarky mouth while you hide behind that crippled act.

The fans erupt in cheers, and just when it looks like Press and Youth are about to pull the desk out of the way, static blares through the speakers, and the big screen above the ramp comes to life. Both Press and Youth turn, along with Recoba and the audience, to see Stevie Harris' scornful grin beaming in full HD. Press abandons the desk altogether, and comes to stand center of the ring, looking up at his last opponent with a scowl on his face.

STEVIE HARRIS: Look at the false God, reveling in all his glory. The belt looks good on you Press, but so did my noose around your neck. As far as Pure Amusement is concerned, that noose is an illegal weapon and your using it as a weapon, as impressive as it was to see a man in the gallows use it to his advantage – your using it should make your victory count for nothing. Like my friends and family who have taken to protesting this here Amusement Park, I too shall protest this. I REFUSE to step into the arena of combat until such reparations have been made. Moo-nin isn’t about to fire her enforcer, I know that. All we ask is that a FAIR contest take place. One free of that thug assaulting hard working fans who paid their fair price to come see the show. A match free of the influence of 4Loco, sending his security to escort my supporters away. A match free from that God Damn oaf kicking me in the face while I am holding a steel chair to protect myself. A fair contest was not had, Press Jones. You have muddied the waters of Purity and it’s time to cleanse the ring of your sins…

Before Stevie can finish his sentence, the big screen begins to flicker, and then his voice is replaced by 'Beast' (feat. Busta Rhymes, KXNG Crooked & Tech N9ne) performed by Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard. Stevie's confused expression is the last thing to be seen of him as the big screen flickers out, and out from the back steps CJ O'Donnell, already dressed for his contest later in the night. The Distinguished is already shaking his head, mic in hand, when he looks down to the ring where Press and Youth both take note of this new interruption. He offers a grim smirk, before bringing the mic up to his lips.

CJ O'DONNELL: Gentlemen, if memory serves me right, I was the one who walked out of the Super Show as the number one contender for the PAW Championship. It was not Stevie Harris. It was not Calvin Harris. It was not Trixie. It was not Johnny Raike. Hell, it wasn't even Alex Cross. It was me, Caleb James O'Donnell. So, Press, the question is no longer whom you will face first, but when.

Caleb pauses for a moment, and points at Press in the ring. A smirk appears across his face.

CJ O'DONNELL: Do not worry your little heart, Press, as I will let you wear that championship until I see fit to take it from around your waist. Now you can come out here and stick out your chest, act like you're a badass, but we all know the truth. Press, you are scared. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice. You think this is your swan song. You are about to hang those tights up soon, but you just had to prove to yourself that you could still bring it. You may have the size and strength over me, but this is not going to be a five minute showdown. Oh no, my friend, when we meet for that PAW Heavyweight Championship, I am going to prove that the bigger they are the harder they fall.

Johnny Raike appears from out the curtain, cutting CJ off from any further comments, The slow beat of Placebo's "Pure Morning" matching the pace of the Thigh High Thriller's gait as he saunters onto the stage, getting all but into O'donnell's personal zone. The Beautiful Nightmare is in his usual and shiny black trench coat. His right hand holds his whiffle ball bat, sans tacks at the moment. He holds a mic in his left

JOHNNY RAIKE: You know CJ, I like my boys with a bit of a brogue. I could even probably stand to hear more of it at a later time, but right now I figure if we're holding an open court on the state of this company, what does and doesn't constitute behavior unbecoming of a champion, who should and shouldn't be disqualified, and what not, I thought we could stand to hear from a champion.

Johnny undoes his coat revealing his usual acid green “Want Me” shorts, though they are obscured by his Titans of the Midway championship belt.

JOHNNY RAIKE: Now, I'm not up here to side with anyone, I'm not up here to make threats. I'm not going to argue and try and change facts. Stevie can have his victims parade around the arena. Really hoping Munin is looking into a legal solution for that. Seriously, those are victims. What that man in the ring is doing to people is not cool, and I have to believe I'm not employed by a company that would enable the psychological torture that is the brain washing Stevie – I'm drifting off points we can address later.

Johnny takes a breath and shakes his hair, returning to the mic after a moment to collect.

JOHNNY RAIKE: Stevie, you aren't the champion. CJ, you aren't the champion yet, and I'm not telling you who I think will take that match. But you are the number one contender, and Press is the Pure Amusement Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. I saw that match, I have no problem with calling that man my champion. But, I will be calling myself champion in due time, gentlemen. Well, if we loosely define the term. Being Pure Amusement champion isn't about when you get it, though virgin territory always has that special feel. But, of course, first timers? They can be a real bad lay. But they get better. And I'm going to get that belt, sweeties. And I'm gonna teach it tricks.

Johnny drops his mic hand, flashing a big knowing smile and bragging eyes. He pulls out his bejeweled flask and takes a sip, turning to face O'Donnell, who gets right up into his face. The two exchange quiet words, nose to nose, and it's obvious that O'Donnell doesn't appreciate the interruption.

CROSS RECOBA: You know what gentleman, before things get out of hand, and we all forget why this is such a hot topic, I think we need to keep our eyes on the cause of all this. We're all in agreement, in one way or another.. No matter what, this man needs to lose that belt.

All eyes turn to look back at Cross Recoba, including The BombTrax, as he has hastily already made his way out of the ring, and starts down the steps to the floor. He holds the briefcase he had brought to the ring with him over his head, and a smug smile crosses his lips.

CROSS RECOBA: In this briefcase is $50,000, and it goes to the first man who can dethrone this behemoth.

Press and Youth both stalk to the edge of the ring, Press even reaching over the top rope for a swipe at Recoba, who wisely hobbles back against the announce desk out of reach. CJ O'Donnell, seeing the momentary distraction, drops his mic and bolts for the ring, abandoning his stare down with Johnny Raike, who shrugs, and steps over to the curtain separating the stage from the gorilla position. He reaches behind the curtain, and produces from out of nowhere a lawn chair, and a glass of ice with an umbrella hanging from the rim. He sets up the chair and takes a seat on top of the stage, pouring the contents from his bejeweled flask into the cup, just about the time that O'Donnell belly slides into the ring. The Irishman pops up, and rushes at the duo, leaving his feet and driving his knee into Youth's shoulder blades, sending him tumbling from the ring.

Press spins around at this new threat, and upon seeing O'Donnell, swings his meaty fist at The Distinguished's head. CJ ducks the blow, using his speed to slide in behind Press, and hops onto his back, getting him in an illegal choke hold. Press struggles wildly at first, stumbling to the center of the ring, and reaching behind him to try and break the hold. He's unable to get a handhold on his assailant, so instead he rushes backwards towards the desk, slamming O'Donnell's spine against the wood. CJ releases the hold, and has just enough time to bring his arms up as Press spins around and starts swinging. O'Donnell takes a few hard shots that knock him off the desk and into the ropes, to which Press takes him by the wrist, and flings him to the far side.

Upon rebounding, O'Donnell is barely able to duck as Press lines his boot up to take off the Irishman's head with a Sudden Stop. He continues on through with his momentum to the other side, and upon his return, leaps into the air knee first to try and catch the big man with Irish Knowledge. Press, much to O'Donnell's surprise, side steps the maneuver, and when he turns around he's met with a clothesline that takes him up and over the top rope to the floor below. O'Donnell lands on his feet, and makes a go of trying to get back in the ring just as PAW security arrives, swarming the two combatants. They pull a savage O'Donnell back to the floor and carry him towards the ramp, as another group hit the ring and hold back Press.

At the top of the ramp, Johnny Raike stands, finishing off the contents in his cup, and claps with a genuine grin spread across his face, while Press and O'Donnell continue to exchange words and stare daggers into one another. The scene fades to commercial.

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Singles Match
Calvin Harris versus CJ O'Donnell

PHILO: Wow! See, that's why we don't do interviews.

CHARISSA: Did you see! Stevie's back!

PHILO: Yeah, and it looks like the PAW Champion has the target painted on his back early on in his reign. CJ O'Donnell might be the #1 Contender, but you gotta think that Stevie and Raike make pretty good points.

CHARISSA: Damn right, they do! And with that $50,000 bonus by Cross Recoba for the first man who can dethrone Press, you gotta believe that big bastards days are numbered!

PHILO: I don't know, Charissa. I've not seen anyone that could handle The BombTrax thus far, and I'm not so sure we will. We'll just have to keep up with this story as it develops.

CHARISSA: Speaking of stories, it looks like Rhonda's in the ring, ready to spins us a new tale of the tape!

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is a singles match, and is scheduled for one fall....

"Your Betrayal" by Bullet For My Valentine hits over the speakers, the guitar riff kicking it all off allowing those in attendance to recognize who would be making their appearance. The arena erupts in a chorus of boos, when the curtain slowly pulls back, and Calvin Harris steps out onto the center of the stage. He looks out at the crowd with a smug look on his lips, before stretching his arms out to either side of him, encouraging the crowd to give him more hate. After a few moments he lowers his arms back down at his side, and begins to slowly make his way down the ramp.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling. . . CALVIN HARRIS!

Calvin continues his saunter down to ringside, the smirk ever in place, even laughing at a few fans he deemed to be unworthy. He reaches the ringside area, takes a few steps towards the ring, pulls himself up onto the apron in one swift motion, before slipping beneath the ropes to enter. He takes the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope, staring out at the booing crowd, before mimicking the pose from earlier on the stage. The fans boo even louder, and after a few more seconds, he ends his taunt, and hops down, preparing for the arrival of his opponent.

"When the sun rises

I wake up and chase my dreams

I won't regret when the sun sets

Cause I live MY LIFE like I'm a beast

I'm a mothafucking beast"

"Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire

I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva

Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer

While I beat you in your head until you tire"

"I'm a motherfucking beast"

As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is the #1 Contender to the PAW Championship, "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!

As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.

"I'ma motherfucking beast

I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast

I'ma mothafuckin' beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)"

"I'm a motherfucking beast right

Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside

We playing war games, please hide

Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride

Bust shots from a car seat

Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke

Choke with you with a Stethoscope

That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street"

Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.

"I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!

I'ma mothafuckin' beast

Fucking mothafucking beast

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)

I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)"

CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

"I'm a motherfucking beast!"

PHILO: Well, these two look ready to get this thing started, and I'm excited to see what's going to happen in this one.

CHARISSA: I'd be lying if I didn't agree, Philo. Both of these guys are young stallions looking to make names for themselves, and this would be a dream match for any promotion. Luckily, however, we've got it scheduled right here for you at PAW.

PHILO: Wow! Nice plug.

CHARISSA: I thought so...

A-Ref calls for the bell as CJ and Harris begin to circle one another in the ring. They go for a collar and elbow tie-up, which Harris quickly slips through, sliding behind CJ and hooking him around the waist. O'Donnell jockey's for a reversal, finally finding one, and performs a standing switch that finds him the one behind Harris in the waist-lock. Harris shuffles about a bit, trying to find an exit, but instead opts for a well placed elbow to CJ's face. He lands another one, causing CJ to release the hold, and he hooks the man swiftly into a tight head lock. CJ reaches up to get a handful of Calvin's hair, but A-Ref warns him, and he releases the grip. Harris cinches up on the hold, causing O'Donnell to grunt in reply, while gripping at Harris tights to force him back towards the ropes. Once there, he uses the spring for momentum to shove Harris forwards. Harris rebounds off the ropes, and O'Donnell steps forwards to meet him in the ring, only to get taken down to the mat by a shoulder tackle. Harris takes off for the opposite ropes, and when he rebounds, CJ floats over onto his stomach, forcing Harris to skip over him to the other side. On Harris' return, CJ goes for a hip toss, to which Calvin stops short, delivers a knee to CJ's abdomen, doubling him over, and then places the back of his knee on the mans head for a famasser. O'Donnell, however, doesn't go down, but instead lifts up abruptly sending Harris flipping into a somersault. The nimble 'Martyr of Wrestling' lands on his feet instead, and catches O'Donnell with an arm drag out of the confusion. CJ pops up and comes rushing back in, and receives another arm drag for his trouble from Harris, who this time maintains hold of the arm, turning it into an arm bar when they land.

PHILO: Quite a technical exchange between these two! What action!

CHARISSA: Yeah, yeah. When is someone going to punch the other in the face?

PHILO: You have no real interest in wrestling do you?

CHARISSA: Of coarse, I do, Philo. I just prefer my wrestling to have punches to the face.

CJ works his way up to his feet, forcing Harris to do the same, though he refuses to let go of the hold. CJ works a few quick jabs into Harris ribs, forcing him back to the ropes, and then uses the hold on his arm to slingshot Harris to the far side. Calvin rebounds, ducking a lariat attempt from CJ, who swiftly turns and follows Harris towards the rope after he misses. When Harris turns to rebound, much to his surprise, CJ is there with a clothesline that sends Calvin up and over the top rope to land on his feet on the floor. CJ wastes little time bounding towards the far side for momentum, and when he rebounds, he goes for a baseball slide into Calvin. Harris, at the last second, side steps the maneuver, grabs CJ by the legs, and yanks him under the bottom rope out to the floor, where he meets him with a stiff right hand.

CHARISSA: YES!

PHILO: Happy now?

CHARISSA: Oh, shut up, Philo! Just enjoy the blood and guts to come!

CJ is rocked backwards by the shot, and Calvin does not relent as he drives in two more right hands that send the Irishman reeling. Harris then takes him by the arm, and whips him hard towards the steel steps. O'Donnell meets the steel viciously with his abdomen, and he crumples to the floor gripping at his ribs. Harris wastes no time stepping over, and driving boots down into CJ's midsection as A-Ref berates him, and then starts the ten count on both men.

1...

2...

PHILO: Calvin Harris is relentless with his assault!

3...

4...

CHARISSA: He better pay attention, or they are going to get counted out!

5...

6...

7...

PHILO: God, how many times can you kick the man? I've counted at least ten times!

8...

9...

At the last possible second, Harris stops his assault on O'Donnell, slips under the bottom rope to break the count, and then slips right back out. The crowd boo's intensely as he jaws at some of those in attendance on the front row, all the while pulling O'Donnell back up to his feet. He grabs the Irishman by the scruff of his neck, and tosses him back into the ring, following close behind. O'Donnell slowly pulls himself up to one knee, but is met with a short super kick from Harris that sends him back down to the canvas. Calvin yells at A-Ref, pointing to the mat, and then drops to cover CJ.

1...

2...

KICKOUT! Harris snaps up to his feet, and gets in A-Ref's face, pointing down at O'Donnell with a snarl.

PHILO: Calvin Harris seems to be pissed that didn't put O'Donnell away, but the count looked solid to me.

CHARISSA: Oh, come on, Philo! A-Ref might be a lot of things, but on time isn't one of them. I blame him for just about every bad decision that's happened thus far in PAW.

PHILO: That's just ludicrous.

O'Donnell slowly gets back to his feet, and upon seeing this, Harris abandons his argument with A-Ref to deliver a hard forearm that rocks CJ back into the ropes. Harris steps forwards, hooks CJ by the wrist, and then sends him for the ride to the opposite side. O'Donnell rebounds, ducking a clothesline by Harris, only to get clocked with a Yakuza kick on his way back through. Harris cockily drops for a pin.

1...

2...

3NO!!!

PHILO: Damn, that was close!

CHARISSA: A-Ref and that damn slow count again.

PHILO: Charissa, you know just as well as I do that was a clean count.

CHARISSA: Whatever.

Harris gets up to his feet and doesn't even bother with A-Ref, as he makes his way towards the far corner. When he gets there, he steps through the ropes to the apron, and begins the climb to the top. The crowd boos as Harris comes to his perch, and he jaws out at the crowd, before standing to his full height and measuring CJ O'Donnell's prone body. He gives a smug grin to the crowd before leaping off, extending his legs to come down for a double stomp on CJ's abdomen. At the last possible second, O'Donnell rolls out of the way, causing Harris to land safely on his feet. Calvin spins to rush in for an attack on O'Donnell, who has gotten to his feet, and answers him with a vicious right hand. Harris hits the canvas, rocked, but pops back up only to be dropped by another haymaker, then another.

PHILO: That last shot from O'Donnell just knocked Harris for a loop. CJ now getting on top of him for a mounted press, and just reigning the rights and lefts down onto his opponent!

CHARISSA: Once again, A-Ref's just running his mouth instead of actually putting a stop to this illegal behavior.

PHILO: A-Ref administering a disciplinary count, and at 4.5, O'Donnell finally lets up and gets to hiis feet, but the damage might already be done.

O'Donnell disregards Ref's warnings, and reaches down to help Calvin back to his feet. Once there, he laces his fingers behind the Martyr of Wrestling's head, and begins driving his knee into Harris' midsection repeatedly. As Harris is doubled over in pain, CJ steps forward, hooking Calvin around the waist, and sends him up and over with a Gutwrench Suplex down to the canvas. Immediately CJ floats over, and hooks the leg for a pin.

1...

2...

KICKOUT! O'Donnell slowly gets up after the pin attempt is thwarted, the effects of Harris' earlier assault starting to catch up with him. He casts A-Ref a hard glance, before stepping back over to try and get Calvin on his feet. As soon as he bends down to get a handful of hair, Harris reaches up, sticking his thumb right in O'Donnell's eyes, causing him to jerk away and cover his face with his palm in agony. Calvin gets to his feet as quickly as he can, still smarting from the Gutwrench, and takes the momentarily blind O'Donnell by the scruff of the neck and his tights, and throws him shoulder first into the corner where he goes through the middle and top rope, striking his trapezius hard against the steel.

PHILO: That'll wake you up in the morning!

CHARISSA: It looks like Harris is trying to separate O'Donnell's shoulder.

PHILO: Yeah, and CJ's stumbling out of the corner holding his injured neck, slowly turning to face Harris, who hooks him around the waist and under the arm, flipping him over into a Northern Lights Suplex! WITH A BRIDGE!

1...

2...

3KICKOUT!

CJ O'Donnell just barely gets his shoulder up, and Calvin Harris appears infuriated by it. He hops up to his feet, and begs for his opponent to try and regain his.

PHILO: Looks like Calvin Harris is ready to put this one away, just waiting for O'Donnell to get to his feet.

CHARISSA: CJ's struggling, but he's getting there...about halfway, and Calvin Harris just took off for the ropes.

PHILO: Harris with a springboard, MEETING KRYPTONITE! NO! NO! O'Donnell ducked the fist, caught him, and fell back into a Samoan Drop!!

O'Donnell gets back to his feet haphazardly, stumbling once back down to his knee, and then regaining his footing, and falling into the corner. Pulling his black knee pad down around his shin, he shakes his head 'no' at some unheard voice, and waves his hand furiously in front of him as if that will help Calvin Harris get back to his feet quicker. Harris, a little dazed from the impact, slowly gets up to his feet, and turns to face O'Donnell. CJ takes off into a sprint towards Calvin, preparing to spring into his finisher.

PHILO: IRISH KNOWLEDGE!! NO!! HARRIS PULLED A-REF INTO THE LINE OF FIRE!!

CHARISSA: Finally! Some justice!

A-Ref's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he crumples lifelessly to the mat after taking the full brunt of the Irish Knowledge Running Knee. O'Donnell berates the official for getting pulled into the way, and turns around just in time to see Calvin Harris spring boarding off the second rope once again, this time connecting full on with a powerful strike.

PHILO: MEETING KRYPTONITE! Calvin Harris just nailed CJ O'Donnell, and now he's going for the cover.....BUT THERE'S NO REFEREE THANKS TO HIM!!

CHARISSA: Oh, come on! Get up you lump of shit!

Harris remains in the cover for a good eight count, before looking over at A-Ref, and realizing that he isn't going to make the count due to unconsciousness. He shakes his head in disbelief, and gets to his feet to look around the scene for what he can use to wake the official. Just then, another masked referee bursts through the curtain, dressed exactly like A-Ref, and rushes down to ringside.

PHILO: Who the hell is this guy? How many masked referee's do we have in this joint?

CHARISSA: Oh, I know who that is. That's A-Ref's brother, Theadore Refmovrotiropoulos.

PHILO: Are you fucking kidding me? The-Ref?

CHARISSA: Yep, A-Ref told me that he would be coming into town, but I bet he didn't bank on him having to get involved in this match!

Harris catches sight of The-Ref, and swiftly drops down to hook the leg. The Ref slides in, and brings his arm up to count.

1...

2...

3KICKOUT!

PHILO: Oh my God, I can't believe it! That was so frickin' close!

CHARISSA: God damn it! The-Ref counts about as slow as A-Ref!

PHILO: Yeah, and you know what you call that, Charissa? Consistent!

Calvin Harris hops up to his feet, and starts to get in The-Ref's face, but shakes his head 'no', realizing it wouldn't do any good. The-Ref kneels down to check on his brother, as Harris points down at O'Donnell, and makes a sign that the match is about to be over. The packed crowd showers Harris in boo's, and he smugly grins, preparing for O'Donnell to make it back to his feet so that he can end it. CJ gets to one knee, and then pushes up, woozily stumbling right into a stiff boot by Harris, doubling the man over. Harris reaches down and gets a handful of CJ's hair, and pulls his head between his legs, then leans forward to clasp his hands between CJ's legs, obviously going for his patented Package Piledriver. O'Donnell, however, lifts up abruptly before Harris can lock his fingers, sending The Martyr of Wrestling up and over to land hard on the canvas. O'Donnell clutches his aching jaw in one hand, while using the ropes to steady him with the other, watching Calvin Harris as he slowly gets back to his feet. As soon as Harris is vertical, O'Donnell breaks from the ropes into a sprint, once again springing forwards knee first. A dazed Harris somehow side steps the maneuver, much like Press had done earlier in the night, and when CJ turns to get a bead on his opponent, he receives another stiff boot doubling him over. Harris tucks CJ's head between his legs once more, but this time, instead of going for a package piledriver, he hooks him like a powerbomb, but then turns it into an extraordinary vertabreaker.

PHILO: MARTYR'S MASSACRE!! CJ O'DONNELL'S HEAD JUST SPIKED OFF THE MAT, and Harris is going for the cover!

1...

2...

3!!!

Harris falls off of O'Donnell, and rolls over onto his back, sucking in wind after the brutal contest. The-Ref checks O'Donnell, and then on Harris. Calvin shoves The-Ref off of him, sitting up into an upright position with a look of disdain on his face, staring over at CJ's prone body. He rolls backwards to land on his knee's, and then hops up, reaching back to clutch at his back. A slight smile crosses his features, as he looks out at the crowd who shower him with boos. He cockily raises his fists into the air to answer them, his smile quickly spreading into a smug grin.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Here is your winner, by pinfall, CALVIN HARRIS!!

Harris hops up onto the second rope of the far corner, staring out at the hateful crowd, before throwing his arms out at his sides for his victory pose. When he's done, he looks over his shoulder at O'Donnell, who has crawled over to the opposite corner, and is staring up at Harris in disbelief. Calvin just laughs, hopping down, and tracing #1 in the air with his finger, before hopping through the middle ropes, and making his way up the ramp.

PHILO: This was a huge victory for Calvin Harris, and I guess everything he said earlier this week was true. It really was the circumstances.

CHARISSA: I always knew that, Philo. I was just sure when The-Ref came down to aide A-Ref, that there would be some sort of screw job out of it, but Harris finally has had his day, and against the #1 Contender no less. What do you think this means for the title picture?

PHILO: Well after that signal by Harris to O'Donnell, it might have just gotten a whole lot bigger.

CHARISSA: Hey, wait a minute, is that....TRIXIE!

As O'Donnell pulls himself up to his feet in the corner, shaking his injured head in disbelief, Trixie appears out of nowhere at ringside, and hops up on the apron. He doesn't notice her slip into the ring until she's standing right in front of him. The disbelief about his loss fades into another form of confusion, as he stares at the woman that he beat to become the #1 Contender. Just as he's about to question her, the Blonde Bombshell reaches up and plants a kiss right on his lips, shoves him back into the corner, and then drives the toe of her boot right into his privates.

PHILO: JESUS! 'Couldn't Help Myself' from Trixie, and these people are actually cheering her!

CHARISSA: Of Coarse they are, Philo. They all know what that asshole, O'Donnell, did to her at the St. Patrick's Day Super Show.

PHILO: Yeah, but he just had a hell of a match with Calvin Harris! Took a sickening vertabreaker! This is just insult to injury.

CHARISSA: Well, maybe 'The Distinguished' will think about that before messing with a girls head just in order to win a match.

PHILO: Well, he did say to expect the unexpected, but I doubt he had this in mind.

Trixie smiles sweetly at O'Donnell as he grabs at his crotch in pain, looking to be on the verge of puking in the ring. She waves at the cheering crowd, before slipping out of the ring, and walking up the ramp, making sure that her hips sway back and forth for all the gentleman in attendance.

PHILO: We might need to get someone out here to help O'Donnell. He's having a rough time.

CHARISSA: Yeah, why don't we do that, while the PAW Universe checks out this pre-recorded scene caught earlier in the night.

A young man could be seen sitting in the stands of the Greek Theater dressed in navy slacks, a white button down shirt with the top three buttons undone and a navy sports coat. Considering the attire of most of the people around him he stood out like a sore thumb. His hair was slightly messy but in a clean sort of way and the beard that he wore on his face was well trimmed. It was obvious by the look in his eyes that his attention wasn't only on the action in the ring but also on the beautiful woman that sat beside him, the one his arm wrapped around and held tightly against him.

JONATHAN: You see now this right here is real wrestling. Not that bullshit you see on television from up north. These people know what they're doing.

Alice had huge eyes. It was her first time ever, making it to a live show. Impossible to close her mouth, slightly overwhelmed by the atmosphere. She had picked rather causal clothes for this evening. Simple jeans and a top. Her long hair hanging straight over her shoulders.

ALICE: Looks pretty rough if you ask me. Not as glamorous as expected.

JONATHAN: This is what you can expect though, Alice. When you think you're ready, this is the kind of environment you can expect to compete in. Hell this is the kind of environment you should dream of competing in. The crowd is alive and involved in the action instead of being buried in their phones.

He looked over at his beautiful companion.

JONATHAN: I think you're ready but only you will know for sure when you're ready. I can only provide you the tools you need to succeed. Only you can know when and where to use them.

ALICE: It's just difficult, you know? I want it so badly, but I am a little scared. Seeing what they do in the ring, is like an explosion. Even their worst, could kill me.

She tried a little smile, rubbing his hand softly. He put his forehead against hers and smiled.

JONATHAN: This isn't for the weak. I've torn ligaments, broke bones, and probably knocked off several years of my life. But I wouldn't give it back for anything. That ring changes people some for the good others for the worse.

He turned away and looked back towards the ring as it was being cleared for the next match.

JONATHAN: No one knows how they'll react the first time they're slammed on that mat. You'll either love it or never step foot in one again. That's your decision though my love. I support you either way and will stay by your side.

ALICE: You know I will not back down, right? I've been training for over a year now. So we both know I will go for it. Its just this first step that will take all the courage I have.

She softly kissed him on the lips, closing her eyes for a moment.

ALICE: Guess all we need is a place to go.

JONATHAN: PAW reached out and are interested in signing both of us. I told them we'd discuss it after the wedding.

He leaned back in the chair pulling his fiance closer to him, her head resting on his chest.

JONATHAN: I'll support you all the way dear. From bell to bell, from Heaven to Hell.

She giggled softly, leaning her head on his chest. For a moment she would remain silent, enjoying his scent and heartbeat.

ALICE: The wedding is the first thing on my to do list. Making you mines forever. Then we talk business.

He couldn't help but smile. All he had been through over the years, all he can seen and done and yet she loved him deeply despite his past.

JOHNATHAN: Indeed. Business can wait, I have more important things to do. Speaking of which I think we've seen enough don't you?

ALICE: What you got on your mind? And we can't leave without two shirts I wanna buy.

She kept close to him, her hand resting on his leg. He looked down at her hand before looking back up at her.

JONATHAN: Buy whatever you like my love. As for what's on my mind I'll let you figure that out on your own.

ALICE: Give me a hint.

She winked at him in a playful manner. He took her small delicate hand in his as he looked her in the eyes.

JONATHAN: It involves a workout where clothing is optional but very discouraged.

ALICE: You certainly have the best ideas.

She laughed rather loud, running her fingers through his hair.

JONATHAN: Wait till you see what I have planned when we get back to our suite.

ALICE: Well, let's go then darling.

He rose from his seat still clutching his fiances delicate hand in his, and escorted the young woman across the packed aisles towards the walkway.

Standing inside the gorilla position dressed in his ring attire holding a small flask in his hand is Alex Cross. His hands are almost shaking as he puts the flask to his lips and takes a drink.

RONNIE: What the fuck Alex?

Alex quickly screws the top back on and tries to slip it in his pocket unnoticed.

ALEX CROSS: Hey what's up Ronnie? I was just getting a drink of water before the match. What's up buddy?

RONNIE: I know you think I'm stupid Alex but that's about as close to water as I am to being white.

ALEX CROSS: It's nothing I promise. Just a little something no big deal.

RONNIE: How far does this go Alex? When is too much too much? Drinking before a match is gonna get either you or your opponent hurt or worse.

ALEX CROSS: It's not like that.

RONNIE: I'm sorry, Alex, but Munin has to know about this. You're my boy and all, but I can't let you do this anymore. You need help. I mean hell, you can barely stand as it is.

ALEX CROSS: Munin can't know Ronnie.

RONNIE: I'm sorry, but she has to know. I wanted to keep this private in hopes you could win over these demons but obviously it's going to require more than just you to win this battle. You need Munin.

ALEX CROSS: Ronnie I...

RONNIE: Don't Alex. This is for your own good.

He turned and walked away as the opening lines of "Invincible" by Adelitas Way began to play. Alex shook his head before grabbing the flask and taking another drink before stumbling through the curtain.

{Main Event}
Grudge Match
(Non-Title)
Alex Cross versus Johnny Raike

The opening bars of "Pure Morning" by Placebo begins to play as the crowd gets to their feet in anticipation of what's to come. As the music continues and the vocals kick in the curtains fling backwards as Johnny Raike steps out onto the stage with the Titans of the Midway title strapped snugly around his waist.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following is a non title match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Salt Lake City, Utah the reigning Titans of the Midway Champion, Johnny Raike!

Johnny slowly makes his way down the ramp dancing to the music slowly gyrating in front of a few of the female audience members who reach out desperate to touch the champion and the title. He runs his hands over his chest and even allows a couple of the hands that reach out to touch his chest as well. He reaches behind the title and pulls out a small card as he asks a young woman dressed in a tight purple dress if she's legal. With a smile she nods as Johnny hands her a card.

PHILO: One of these times he's going to get caught in an episode of "To Catch a Predator" if he's not careful.

CHARISSA: I just wish he'd give me a card, I'm legal.

Johnny slides into the ring and unhooks the title holding it high above his head as he soaks in the love the crowd throws his way. He turns around and hands the title to A-Ref to hands it to the nearby time keeper as the music comes to an end.

RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And his opponent haling from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Memphis, Tennessee Alex Cross!

The lights around the arena go completely out as fans hold up lighters and cellphones to try and restore some light to the otherwise dark arena.

"I'm rising up

I've had enough"

The words are sung as "Invincible" by Adelitas Way starts to play around the arena as a lone spotlight lights up the curtain.

"Bow down

I'm invincible tonight

I'm alive

Take a look into my eyes

This time I'ma take you for a ride

I'm invincible tonight."

As the music continues to play no one appears on the entrance ramp causing many to wonder what was going on.

PHILO: Isn't Alex supposed to come out right around now?

CHARISSA: Please don't tell me he stood me up again.

Alex finally stumbles out onto the stage and does his best to stand up straight but staggers a bit as he does. He shakes his head and stumbles down the long aisle towards the ring causing both Johnny and A-Ref to look at one another in disbelief at whats going on in front of them.

PHILO: Is Alex drunk?

CHARISSA: So that's why he didn't return my calls earlier! He was hung over. I feel so much better now.

Fans reach out to touch Alex as he passes by but he pays them no attention as he appears to be more worried about not throwing up or falling over. He slowly rolls into the ring and lies on the mat for a few moments trying to collect himself. A-Ref walks over and kneels down beside him to check on him but he simply shoves him away. Johnny walks over to check on Alex as well who reaches up and rolls him into a schoolboy. A-Ref waves it off causing Alex to release the hold. Johnny gets to his feet quickly and stomps away on Alex upset with the situation. A-Ref pulls him away and once again checks on Alex.

PHILO: I think A-ref wants to call this match.

CHARISSA: Alex is in no shape to compete tonight he's shit faced! He can barely stand and that school boy was probably more luck than anything.

Alex shoves A-Ref away as he pulls himself up to his feet and shakes himself loose. He walks over and grabs a bottle of water before taking a big drink and then pouring the rest over his head. He turns around and yells for the match to begin and with reluctance A-Ref calls for the bell.

PHILO: And here we go!

CHARISSA: Thank you Mike Goldberg.

Johnny and Alex lock up in the center of the ring and Johnny quickly takes the advantage locking in a standing side headlock. Alex drives several forearms into the ribs trying to break free but Johnny holds on tighter as he tries to grind Alex down to the mat. Alex forces Johnny into the ropes and tries to shoot him across the ring but he holds on dragging Alex down to the mat.

PHILO: Johnny trying to wear down Alex early.

Alex gets to his feet slowly as Johnny tries to keep him grounded. He forces him into the ropes and again tries to shoot him off but Johnny remains with the hold dragging Alex back down to the mat. He pounds the mat in frustration as he pulls on the hands of Johnny trying to free himself.

PHILO: Alex is getting frustrated inside the ring. We don't see that too often.

Alex pushes himself up and wraps his arms around the waist of Johnny before hoisting him up and dropping him on the back of his head with a belly to back suplex.

CHARISSA: That's one way to get out.

Johnny clutches the back of his head as Alex grabs hold of the ropes and pulls himself up. Johnny gets to his feet and is caught by a hard right to the jaw from Alex. Johnny goes for a right but Alex blocks it and connects with a right of his own causing Johnny to stumble backwards. Alex goes for another right but Johnny catches the arm and throws a devastating right kick that connects just under the rib cage. Alex grabs at his side and stumbles backwards as he tries to catch his breath. Johnny pursues him staying on the attack and connects with a straight right jab to the face followed by another hard right kick to the same area forcing Alex down to a knee.

PHILO: Alex is down after that last kick. Those things are killing him.

CHARISSA: You sure it isn't the alcohol that's killing him?

Alex looks up as Johnny flies in and connects with a baby ace crusher flooring him in the center of the ring. Johnny rolls him over and makes the cover hooking both legs.

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2...

Thr...

Alex rolls the inside shoulder. Johnny gets to his feet and grabs the right arm of Alex and rolls him onto his stomach before driving his right knee into his lower back and pulling back on his head and neck for a modified clutch. Alex claws at the mat and hands of Johnny as he tries to find a way free from the hold. Johnny pulls back harder on the head and neck, almost pulling it clean off as Alex continues to pull on the hands and try to reach for the ropes that are too far away.

PHILO: Alex has never submitted in over five years. I don't see today being the day he starts.

Johnny releases the hold and drives the point of his knee into the back of Alex before getting to his feet and driving another knee into his back. Alex screams in pain as Johnny drops down and wraps his hands around his face and pulls back with a crossface submission. Alex pounds on the mat as he forces himself to his hands and knees trying to block out the pain as Johnny pulls harder trying to wear Alex back down to the mat. Alex grabs hold of the right hand of Johnny and rolls forward breaking the hold. He keeps hold of the hand and twists his body throwing Johnny off balance and locks him in an omoplata in the center of the ring.

CHARISSA: Out of nowhere Alex is back in control.

Alex pulls on the head of Johnny as he forces the right arm up towards his head stretching out the shoulder area. Johnny screams in pain as he reaches out desperate to get to the ropes but Alex keeps him grounded, pulling him away from the ropes in the process. Johnny drags his body across the ring towards the ropes using his left arm as Alex pulls harder. Johnny looks like he's on the verge of tapping as he reaches out and finally gets his hand on the bottom rope forcing a break. A-Ref yells at Alex to release the hold or be disqualified and he does instantly.

PHILO: A few weeks ago I'm pretty sure Alex would have held on to the last second.

CHARISSA: Change of heart maybe?

PHILO: That, or he's a happy sort of drunk.

Alex grabs the right leg of Johnny and tries to drag him back towards the center of the ring but he kicks him off and rolls out of the ring shaking his right arm trying to get some feeling back in it. A-Ref yells at him to get back inside as he starts to count.

1...

2...

3...

Johnny puts his hands on his hips and watches as Alex paces the ring like a lion in a cage.

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Johnny hops up onto the apron and yells for Alex to step back. Alex holds his hands up and takes a step back giving Johnny room to climb back inside. Alex runs over and grabs Johnny behind the head as he climbs in and drives his face into his knees before rolling him over and making a quick cover.

PHILO: Alex out of nowhere!

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Thr...

Johnny rolls his left shoulder off the mat. Alex forces the arm down and covers him again.

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Again Johnny rolls his left shoulder. Alex rolls Johnny onto his stomach and tries to lock on a modified camel clutch but Johnny quickly grabs the ropes before he can get it locked in. Alex releases the hold and gets back to his feet backing away as A-Ref gives Johnny a chance to get back to his feet. Alex walks over to Johnny and grabs hold of him looking to help him up the rest of the way but he drops down and pulls Alex out of the ring sending him crashing to the floor shoulder first.

PHILO: And Johnny with the great ring awareness.

CHARISSA: He could throw me on the floor any day. I'm legal Johnny!

Alex drags himself up using the guardrail as A-Ref yells for him to get back inside. He slowly walks back to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope as Johnny drops a knee into the ribs of Alex driving the wind out of him. He grabs the ropes and gets to his feet before driving another knee into the ribs of Alex, followed by another and another and another. Johnny backs away from Alex giving him a bit of a breather and holds his hands out to the crowd playing to the crowd.

PHILO: Might not be a smart move on his part.

Alex slowly gets to his feet but as he does he catches a hard right kick to the ribs again that knocks him into the ropes clutching at his left side. Alex tries to push Johnny away but he comes back in with a hard right to the same spot causing Alex to drop to the mat clutching at his side.

PHILO: Alex is down.

CHARISSA: He's not doing to well against the Midway Champion tonight.

PHILO: Perhaps the drinking and partying is finally catching up to him.

Johnny pulls Alex off the mat and quickly locks him in an abdominal stretch pulling on that left side. Alex screams in pain as he tries to pull his arm free but Johnny pulls back harder even driving the point of his elbow into his ribs. A-Ref gets in Alex face to check on him but he shoves him away and once again tries to pull his arm free to no luck. He reaches out for the ropes but Johnny pulls him away and sits down further into the hold making it harder for Alex to move.

PHILO: Alex is in a bad way here. He might have to quit or risk being ripped in half.

With a roar Alex drops his hips and lifts Johnny up and over with an arm drag that brings him to his own knees. Johnny is quick to get back to his feet and grabs Alex in a side headlock before flipping him over onto his back pinning his shoulders in the process.

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Alex shifts his weight and rolls his body pinning Johnny's shoulders to the mat.

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Johnny kicks out and brings Alex shoulders back to the mat still locked in the headlock.

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Alex rolls the inside shoulder as he rolls over onto his stomach and pushes up to his knees. Johnny quickly releases the hold and spins around hooking Alex in a front facelock before driving him into the mat with a hard DDT. Alex lays motionless on the mat as Johnny rolls him over and makes the cover.

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Alex throws his left leg over the bottom rope breaking the count.

PHILO: Had it not been for the ropes being so close Alex might not have been able to kick out.

CHARISSA: Guess we'll never know, will we?

Johnny floats over and makes the cover again putting his feet on the bottom rope.

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Johnny shakes his head and pulls his feet down.

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Alex rolls the inside shoulder.

PHILO: Johnny started to cheat but thought better of it.

Johnny gets to his feet and kicks Alex hard in the left rib area as he rolls onto his stomach and tries to crawl across the ring towards the ropes. Johnny grabs Alex and pulls him to his feet but Alex spins around and quickly throws Johnny over the top rope to the floor below before dropping to the mat to catch his breath.

PHILO: Alex trying to turn this around.

A-Ref yells at Johnny to get back in the ring as he sits up and leans against the broadcast table.

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Alex pushes himself to his feet and walks over to the ropes before slowly climbing out.

CHARISSA: He's coming out here! How do I look?

PHILO: Desperate.

Johnny gets to his feet and heads away from Alex putting a bit of distance between the two.

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Johnny slides into the ring before Alex can grab him but Alex is quick to slide in right behind him. Johnny quickly gets to his feet and charges Alex as he slides in connecting with a running knee to the side of the head that floors him. Johnny rolls him over and makes the cover.

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Thr...

Alex rolls the right shoulder.

PHILO: Alex refusing to give in.

Johnny grabs Alex and starts to pick him up, but Alex quickly rolls him into a small package.

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A-Ref gets to his feet to call for the bell but he notices Johnny is tied up in the ropes. Alex lies on the mat holding his face in his hands as A-Ref waves off the count.

PHILO: Alex was so close. Just an inch is what keeps this match going.

Johnny gets to his feet quickly and kicks Alex in the midsection causing him to roll away from the ropes clutching his abdomen. Johnny rears back for another kick but Alex catches his foot and slowly stands up holding his leg. He quickly twists his body and dragon whips him into through the ropes to the outside. Alex lies on his back for a few moments as Johnny uses the apron to pull himself up.

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Alex gets to his feet and charges the far ropes, rebounding off and diving through the top and middle rope toward Johnny who side steps the attack. Alex hits the ground and rolls through putting his back against the announce table.

PHILO: Heads up!

Johnny charges Alex who grabs him and sends him flying across the announce table almost taking out the two broadcast announcers. Johnny lands half on the table half off as Alex crawls on top of the table and leaps off with an elbow to the upper half of Johnny.

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Alex gets to his feet and pulls Johnny to his feet throwing him hard into the nearby railing pushing it back several feet.

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Alex charges in and closelines him over the guardrail sending both men into the front row of the fans.

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PHILO: I think we're back on here. These men are about to get counted out!

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Alex gets to his feet and climbs back over the guardrail before charging the ring.

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He slides under the bottom rope with time to spare and gets to his feet before distracting A-Ref and stopping the count.

CHARISSA: Why did he distract the referee? He could have won.

PHILO: I think, even drunk, he wants to beat him fair and square.

Alex rolls back out of the ring and walks over to Johnny who is trying to climb back over the guardrail. He grabs him and yanks him the rest of the way over causing him to land with a thud. Alex picks him up and throws him towards the ring causing his back to slam against the ring apron. A-Ref warns them both to get back in the ring as Alex rolls him in and slides in after him, making the cover.

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Thre...

Johnny fires his arm up stopping the count to the delight of the crowd.

CHARISSA: The crowd is firmly behind Johnny tonight.

Alex pounds his hand on the mat in frustration as he gets to his feet and pulls Johnny up with him forcefully. He fires off a hard knife edge chop across his chest that echoes around the arena followed by another and another and another. Johnny clutches at his chest as he backs up trying to spare his chest. Out of desperation he kicks Alex in the front of his right knee causing it to collapse on itself as he falls to the mat clutching it in pain.

PHILO: That's the one that got injured a few weeks back. Looks like it's still hurting him.

Johnny leans against the ropes before leaping up and driving his knees into the right knee of Alex causing him to scream out in pain.

PHILO: To be drunk Alex is putting on a hell of a fight. That water at the start must of cleared out his mind enough to compete.

CHARISSA: I think it's instinct mainly. He could probably do this blindfolded and drunk. Makes me wonder what else he could do.

Alex rolls out of the ring clutching at his knee as Johnny climbs out after him. He pulls him up and throws him hard into the guardrail. Johnny charges in and connects with a hard closeline before before pulling him off the rail and hurling him back towards the ring causing his back to slam against the apron. Johnny charges in again and closelines him against the ring almost folding him in half as Alex crumbles to the floor. Johnny rolls into the ring and stands waiting as Alex just lies motionless on the outside. A-Ref checks on him but he remains still on the outside.

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Alex stirs but remains on the floor.

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He sits up and leans against the apron still trying to collect himself.

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Alex grabs hold of the apron and slowly pulls himself up shaking his head trying to free the cobwebs.

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Alex pulls himself up on the apron and lies their for a moment. A-Ref checks on him and shakes his head before walking over and saying something to Johnny.

PHILO: What's going on?

CHARISSA: The hell if I know.

Johnny walks over and drags Alex into the ring and makes the cover.

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Thr...

Alex rolls the inside shoulder. A-Ref walks over and says something to Alex but he shoves him away before slowly getting back to his feet and stumbling into the ropes.

PHILO: I think Alex snuck a drink while he was on the ground because he can barely keep his feet under him.

Alex pushes himself away from the ropes and goes for a sloppy closeline but Johnny easily moves out of the way, shoving Alex to the mat with ease. Johnny makes another cover but Alex quickly kicks out.

CHARISSA: Can't A-Ref just call the match?

PHILO: I think he's trying to let this play out but at what cost?

Johnny pulled Alex to his feet and goes for a hard right kick to the ribs but Alex slumps down at the last minute and takes the kick to the side of the head almost taking his head off in the process.

PHILO: He could have killed him with that shot!

CHARISSA: Just call the damn match!

He quickly makes the cover and hooks both legs.

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3!!!

Johnny rolls out of the ring and shakes his head in disbelief and disgust at what just went down as "Pure Morning" by Placebo starts back up. He makes his way up the ramp towards the back as 4Loco runs down to the ring and slides under the rope to check on Alex, who is still laid out in the ring. Johnny Raike turns back once he's on the stage, hands on hips, a mixture of anger and disdain on his face, clearly not happy.

PHILO: I hope he's okay. Lady Munin needs to do something about this. We can't have wrestlers getting drunk before and during matches. They'll kill someone!

CHARISSA: I got to agree, and it looks like Johnny Raike does too. He doesn't look like the guy who just won a big Main Event.

PHILO: I'd be pissed, too, Charissa. It's a miracle that this thing didn't go wrong tonight. It might be safe to say that consequences will come from this all the way down the board.

A-Ref and 4Loco roll Alex under the bottom rope and help him towards the back. He tries to walk on his own but his legs appear almost like rubber as they shake underneath him, buckling under his own weight.

4Loco helps a stumbling Alex back stage in search of a medic, and an aid to call a taxi. What both men find instead is a blank faced furious Munin. Upon approaching her you could almost feel the icy wrath pouring off her in homicidal waves. No doubt about it hell hath frozen over and made a place for Alex. In that moment 4Loco almost felt sorry for the man. He was also tempted to take a step back himself, but resisted the urge. He had a reputation to up hold after all.

4LOCO: Alex, bruh, now would be a good time to straighten up...Alex.

He gently shook the man he was desperately whispering to under his breathe, before finally after growing impatient Munin began to close the distance between them.

4LOCO: I'm going to say five hail Mary's for you man, and I'm not even religious anymore.

AlEX CROSS: Munin I....

He knew he was wasting his breath, and that maybe trying to explain himself was not the best idea. Silence was his best chance at survival. Munin ignored Alex's attempt to speak, and instead focused on 4Loco's eyes.

LADY MUNIN: There is a medic waiting by the entrance, and a car waiting to take Mr. Cross home. I doubt he is sober enough to fully understand the gravity of his actions, but let me clarify his current standing in the company anyways. As of this moment, Alex Cross is suspended until he can prove that he has his addiction under control and is receiving professional treatment. Until that time he is not allowed back stage, nor seating near the ring at any PAW show.

She allowed her frosty words to hang in the silence of the hallway for a few moment before speaking once more.

LADY MUNIN: Is that clear?

4LOCO: Yes ma'am.

LADY MUNIN: Good then carry on. I will talk to him when he is sober.

With that, the Lady of wrestling stepped around both men, and made her way down the hall without looking back. The last thing the camera catches is the crestfallen face of a dejected, broken, drunk Alex Cross. Fade to PAW logo. Fade to black.

WICKED - DVD Taping #7 - From the Greek Theatre 03/31/2016

Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 1:35:20 GMT

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