Post by Press1269 on Feb 11, 2020 17:49:01 GMT
Mason squeezes tighter and tighter causing Brianna to scream in pain. The referee begins his count.
One…
Two...Mason squeezes tighter.
Three...Brianna screams louder while still holding the rope.
Four…
Five!
The referee has no choice but to signal for the bell. Mason dumps Brianna down to the mat.
Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification...Brianna Rissi!
Nelson: Although she won by disqualification, Rissi deserves a lot of respect for the effort that she gave in this one!
Crumb: She held her own against a pissed off and focused Mike.
Rose: But holding her own wasn’t good enough… clearly. Mike didn’t care about a win. He was just in there to hurt Brianna and I like it!
Suddenly the opening riffs to ‘Stranglehold’ by Ted Nugent hit over the PA System and lighters hit the air along with a low hum from the crowd.
Crumb: Uh…guys…..
Rose: I could be wrong, but I think the boogie men have arrived!
Nelson: Are you kidding me? They have been running roughshod backstage all night, dropping Captain All-Star and Maggie D, and then later the Iconic Queen herself, Astrid Samson…..and now they are going to wreck our main event?!
Two spotlights fall upon the entrance, and just as Ted kicks in with the first lyrics the large man with the gas mask emerges through the curtain looking larger than life. In his right hand is a steel chair with the words “Press Pass” spray painted on the seat, and when he reaches up to rip the gas mask from his face with his other, he lifts the chair high overhead. Just then, the smaller man, already demasked, rushes from out from behind his big partner in a stuttering dance, pauses, and then delivers a dramatic pose with both biceps in the air.
Rose: Are these guys serious? This is like….so 90’s…
Crumb: Please don’t let them hear her say that. Please don’t let them hear her say that. Please don’t let them hear her say that…
Nelson: Uh….what are you doing, Crumb?
Crumb: Praying to the announce table gods that these two don’t do something terrible to our beautiful set up….The BombTrax have been known to rearrange the furniture if you haven’t noticed!
Nelson: I do not know about that, but while these two saunters on down to the ring it has given the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion and his challenger tonight a chance to get halfway back to their feet.
Rose: Well not for long, cause the small one they call Youth just tore out into a sprint….
Youth belly slides into the ring as the music cuts out and the lights come back to full. Brianna and Mike are on opposite side of the ring, tired and wore down after their epic Main Event match, making them easy targets as Youth rushes right at the IPW Heavyweight Champion! Mason steps out to meet him but is surprised when Youth leaves his feet to deliver a shotgun dropkick that sends the champ blasting into the nearby corner. Rissi, realizing that this is about to turn bad, moves to exit the ring through the ropes but is caught by the hair of the head before she can fully escape.
Nelson: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT WE ARE SEEING HERE! FLAMING YOUTH JUST DROPPED THE CHAMPION IN THE CORNER, AND AS QUICK AS A HICCUP MADE IT ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING TO STOP BRIANNA RISSI FROM EXITING!!
Crumb: YEAH….AND NOW THE BIG MAN IS IN THE RING….
ROSE: HOLY SH*T! BIG SPLASH TO MIKE WHO IS SQUASHED IN THE CORNER!
Nelson: The one known as Press taking a step back…allowing Mason to stumble out….AND CRACKS HIM OVER THE SKULL WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!
Crumb: I guess with credentials like that, that guy can go anywhere he wants!
Nelson: Rissi now spins around and lands some quick shots to the jaw of Youth, rocking him back…..BUT HERE COMES THE BIG MAN!
Crumb: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! HE JUST TOOK HER HEAD OFF WITH THAT RUNNING BIG BOOT! BRIANNA RISSI MAY BE OUT COLD!
Press reaches down and yanks Brianna up to her feet by a fistful of hair, and then signals to Youth who stands to the side at the ready. He whips the woman headfirst towards his partner and he answers with a lightening fast superkick that sends Brianna crashing to the mat clutching at her face while he poses and dances over her. He looks over to Mike Mason who tries to sit up but finds it difficult thanks to the blood now pouring down the center of his forehead.
Nelson: Evil designs on our Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion as the big man steps over and yanks him up to his feet….and tosses him through the ropes to the outside!
Crumb: OH NO!
Rose: WHAT?!
Crumb: THE ANNOUNCE TABLE GODS DIDN’T HEAR MY CRIES!
The announcer’s eyes go wide as Press drops down beside Mason from the ring while Youth steps out onto the apron, now wielding the steel chair. As Press tucks Mike’s skull between his legs he flips his long hair out of his face and stares hard out at the Santa Monica crowd. Their bloodlust has reached a fever pitch despite whether they agree with what the two men are doing, and by the time Press yanks Mike up onto his chest into a seated position the roof is nearly blown off the small arena. Youth gives everyone a wink before holding up the chair while simultaneously leaping off the apron to deliver a dropkick into the chair which slams the seat square into Mason’s face. Added momentum as his spine is sent crashing through the announce table with a massive powerbomb, the impact of which sends wood and wires flying.
Nelson: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! LADY MUNIN HAS UNLEASHED HELL ON ICONIC PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
Rose: These two *ssholes just walked through half our roster in one night, including our Main Event and our freakin’ World Champion!
Crumb: And at the end of this day this leads back to one person…. Joshua Samson, Esquire! Do you think they have his attention yet?
Nelson: I do not think Samson gives a crap about anything to do with this company at this point, and certainly won’t let this goad him in to making a big return.
Crumb: Yeah, but you heard Lady Munin! She’s not here just for him…. she’s here for the company that put him out of action…
Rose: And these two BombTrax are the physical manifestation of her words.
Nelson: Folks…we are out of time for this edition of Chaos but join us next time to find out what Iconic Professional Wrestling’s answer will be to this new threat!
The camera pans once more to the duo standing over Mike Mason’s obliterated body and the two share a chuckle just before the scene fades into the IPW logo.
One…
Two...Mason squeezes tighter.
Three...Brianna screams louder while still holding the rope.
Four…
Five!
The referee has no choice but to signal for the bell. Mason dumps Brianna down to the mat.
Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification...Brianna Rissi!
Nelson: Although she won by disqualification, Rissi deserves a lot of respect for the effort that she gave in this one!
Crumb: She held her own against a pissed off and focused Mike.
Rose: But holding her own wasn’t good enough… clearly. Mike didn’t care about a win. He was just in there to hurt Brianna and I like it!
Suddenly the opening riffs to ‘Stranglehold’ by Ted Nugent hit over the PA System and lighters hit the air along with a low hum from the crowd.
Crumb: Uh…guys…..
Rose: I could be wrong, but I think the boogie men have arrived!
Nelson: Are you kidding me? They have been running roughshod backstage all night, dropping Captain All-Star and Maggie D, and then later the Iconic Queen herself, Astrid Samson…..and now they are going to wreck our main event?!
Two spotlights fall upon the entrance, and just as Ted kicks in with the first lyrics the large man with the gas mask emerges through the curtain looking larger than life. In his right hand is a steel chair with the words “Press Pass” spray painted on the seat, and when he reaches up to rip the gas mask from his face with his other, he lifts the chair high overhead. Just then, the smaller man, already demasked, rushes from out from behind his big partner in a stuttering dance, pauses, and then delivers a dramatic pose with both biceps in the air.
Rose: Are these guys serious? This is like….so 90’s…
Crumb: Please don’t let them hear her say that. Please don’t let them hear her say that. Please don’t let them hear her say that…
Nelson: Uh….what are you doing, Crumb?
Crumb: Praying to the announce table gods that these two don’t do something terrible to our beautiful set up….The BombTrax have been known to rearrange the furniture if you haven’t noticed!
Nelson: I do not know about that, but while these two saunters on down to the ring it has given the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion and his challenger tonight a chance to get halfway back to their feet.
Rose: Well not for long, cause the small one they call Youth just tore out into a sprint….
Youth belly slides into the ring as the music cuts out and the lights come back to full. Brianna and Mike are on opposite side of the ring, tired and wore down after their epic Main Event match, making them easy targets as Youth rushes right at the IPW Heavyweight Champion! Mason steps out to meet him but is surprised when Youth leaves his feet to deliver a shotgun dropkick that sends the champ blasting into the nearby corner. Rissi, realizing that this is about to turn bad, moves to exit the ring through the ropes but is caught by the hair of the head before she can fully escape.
Nelson: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT WE ARE SEEING HERE! FLAMING YOUTH JUST DROPPED THE CHAMPION IN THE CORNER, AND AS QUICK AS A HICCUP MADE IT ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING TO STOP BRIANNA RISSI FROM EXITING!!
Crumb: YEAH….AND NOW THE BIG MAN IS IN THE RING….
ROSE: HOLY SH*T! BIG SPLASH TO MIKE WHO IS SQUASHED IN THE CORNER!
Nelson: The one known as Press taking a step back…allowing Mason to stumble out….AND CRACKS HIM OVER THE SKULL WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!
Crumb: I guess with credentials like that, that guy can go anywhere he wants!
Nelson: Rissi now spins around and lands some quick shots to the jaw of Youth, rocking him back…..BUT HERE COMES THE BIG MAN!
Crumb: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! HE JUST TOOK HER HEAD OFF WITH THAT RUNNING BIG BOOT! BRIANNA RISSI MAY BE OUT COLD!
Press reaches down and yanks Brianna up to her feet by a fistful of hair, and then signals to Youth who stands to the side at the ready. He whips the woman headfirst towards his partner and he answers with a lightening fast superkick that sends Brianna crashing to the mat clutching at her face while he poses and dances over her. He looks over to Mike Mason who tries to sit up but finds it difficult thanks to the blood now pouring down the center of his forehead.
Nelson: Evil designs on our Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion as the big man steps over and yanks him up to his feet….and tosses him through the ropes to the outside!
Crumb: OH NO!
Rose: WHAT?!
Crumb: THE ANNOUNCE TABLE GODS DIDN’T HEAR MY CRIES!
The announcer’s eyes go wide as Press drops down beside Mason from the ring while Youth steps out onto the apron, now wielding the steel chair. As Press tucks Mike’s skull between his legs he flips his long hair out of his face and stares hard out at the Santa Monica crowd. Their bloodlust has reached a fever pitch despite whether they agree with what the two men are doing, and by the time Press yanks Mike up onto his chest into a seated position the roof is nearly blown off the small arena. Youth gives everyone a wink before holding up the chair while simultaneously leaping off the apron to deliver a dropkick into the chair which slams the seat square into Mason’s face. Added momentum as his spine is sent crashing through the announce table with a massive powerbomb, the impact of which sends wood and wires flying.
Nelson: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! LADY MUNIN HAS UNLEASHED HELL ON ICONIC PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
Rose: These two *ssholes just walked through half our roster in one night, including our Main Event and our freakin’ World Champion!
Crumb: And at the end of this day this leads back to one person…. Joshua Samson, Esquire! Do you think they have his attention yet?
Nelson: I do not think Samson gives a crap about anything to do with this company at this point, and certainly won’t let this goad him in to making a big return.
Crumb: Yeah, but you heard Lady Munin! She’s not here just for him…. she’s here for the company that put him out of action…
Rose: And these two BombTrax are the physical manifestation of her words.
Nelson: Folks…we are out of time for this edition of Chaos but join us next time to find out what Iconic Professional Wrestling’s answer will be to this new threat!
The camera pans once more to the duo standing over Mike Mason’s obliterated body and the two share a chuckle just before the scene fades into the IPW logo.