Post by Press1269 on Feb 14, 2020 20:45:49 GMT
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Oh. Oh no. That means...”
PHILO B. POPE: “Yep. Your favorite people.”
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “And… introducing first…in this first round match-up for the PAW PURE Championship….”
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of Flaming Youth can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the screen.
YOUTH IS A MINDSET
MY FLAME IS ETERNAL
At the chorus of the song Flaming Youth bursts through the curtain, and spins around on the rampway, reaching out to the crowd who scream 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, Press, who merely nods his approval.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Accompanied to the ring by his tag team partner, PRESS… THIS IS… FLAMING… YOUTH!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Oh good. And double good news? There’s not enough space behind the desk for me to hide.”
Youth then takes off into a sprint to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Dashing over to the corner he bounds up to the second rope, and scans the crowd, talking jive as the fans soak it all up. With a short hop, he spins so that he’s now facing the ring, and takes a seat on the top rope to await his opponent while Press takes up a position on the outside near his corner.
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Maybe if I act casual they won’t notice me. Oh, who am I kidding. I'm too gorgeous NOT to stick out like a really good looking sore thumb.”
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “And his opponent…”
A drum beat turns the attention of crowd toward the runway. A sax follows, along with the twang of a guitar. At the top of the runway, the "Righteous One" surfaces, his perpetual scowl on his face. As usual, there is no flash to the man. He waste's no time strutting toward the ring, his eyes fixed on the square circle and what waits for him.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Making his way to the ring by way of Purity, Louisiana… ‘RIGHTEOUS’... IAN… WRIGHT!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “So… if I hoot and hollar and make a fuss over one of them, do you think… you know… the guy who’s name I shouldn’t say, the other one, will powerbomb his own partner through the announce table?”
PHILO B. POPE: “You just never know with BombTrax in the building.”
Wright enters the ring and the music dies down. The two men stand at opposite corners as Ref checks Wright for weapons. All clear. He turns and takes one look at Flaming Youth, who’s holding a broom. Ref shakes his head and points to the broom, then points to the outside of the ring. Youth looks confused but gives a shrug and exits the ring. He starts sweeping the ringside area much to the amusement of the fans.
PHILO B. POPE: “Little side of humor from the BombTrax.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Is that a sports reference or did they finally can his a--I mean. HILARIOUS!!! LOVE IT! DON’T CHANGE A THING!”
Ref sticks his head through the ropes and yells at Youth to quit playing around and get back in so Youth once again shrugs and stops his sweeping. He tries to get back in the ring but as he’s standing on the apron, broomstick in hand, Ref gets in his face and starts saying something in Spanish while pointing at the broom. Ian’s had enough of this nonsense and rushes Youth on the apron, hitting him with a forearm that knocks Youth and his broom out onto the floor.
PHILO B. POPE: “And the ‘Righteous One’ wasn’t having any of Youth’s antics tonight.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Well, he does mean to clean up this town, afterall… or did he mean Purity, and NOT Shreveport? I’m confused. How can he clean up BOTH towns? especially with mfmmfmfm using that broom and not him. This is a dilly of a pickle of a conundrum, Philo.”
Wright doesn’t follow up on the attack, instead he moves to the centre of the ring and braces himself for the coming onslaught from Youth, who’s up and moving into the ring in a hurry. He runs at Wright and ducks under a lariat, hits the ropes and comes back with a crossbody attempt that’s caught mid air. Wright stumbles back from the force but holds his balance. He lifts Youth up with power and brings him down with a sideways backbreaker, driving his younger opponents ribs into his knees. Ian doesn’t let go, he brings Youth back up and tries for the move a second time, this time releasing so Youth can fall and hold his side in agony.
PHILO B. POPE: “Wicked Backbreaker there. Wright with some offense that has caught Youth off guard.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Well. Good. Maybe this’ll be the perfect lesson for these two to shut their--I MEAN… SCREW YOU, WRIGHT! YOU HAVE NO… RIGHT. HAHAHAHAHAHA. See? Hope the tall one heard how clever I can be in his partner’s favor.”
Wright jumps on top of Flaming Youth in a ground and pound position. Instead of getting to work, he takes a moment to yell at Youth about his lame toilet jokes. “Flush this” yells Wright as he delivers a solid right. He looks down and it about to deliver a second when his arm gets hooked by one of Youth’s legs. Youth hooks the other arm with his free leg and rolls forward, placing Wright in a pinning predicament.
PHILO B. POPE: “Wright’s out to punish Youth, but Youth’s too fast there.”
1....
Wright muscles out strongly but Youth is up and on his feet before he can even get to his knees. Youth steps forward, placing a foot on Wright’s back and uses it to springboard himself up into the air, coming back down fast with a legdrop that smashes Wright’s head into the canvas. Youth rolls him over for the pin again.
PHILO B. POPE: “Stunning acrobatics by Flaming Youth. Ian Wright could lose this one early!”
1...
KICKOUT!!!
Wright kicks out with authority. Youth moves back and runs to the corner. He waits as Wright gets to his feet and runs in but once again he gets captured, picked up and thrown back down with a vicious spinebuster! Ian drags Youth back to his feet and tosses him into the corner, following it up quickly with a series of shoulder thrusts to Youth’s midsection.
PHILO B. POPE: “Wright’s power might be the undoing of Youth’s quickness here. Wright’s methodical enough to make this one short and sweet if Youth doesn’t keep moving.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Quiet. Don’t help them. Between you, me, the announce table, the throng of fans and everyone who bought the DVD… I want Youth to lose. Let’s hope they don’t watch these tapings, amirite?!”
On the outside Press watches on, slightly concerned. Wright starts yelling at him in between shoulder thrusts. He tries for another but Flaming Youth brings his knees up to create a buffer. Youth braces into the corner and launches a double foot body kick that sends Wright tumbling backwards.
PHILO B. POPE: “Youth kicks hard enough to muscle Wright off him and we could be about to see Youth ignite!”
He follows it up with a running enziguri that takes Wright down. Youth is quick up again, clutching his ribs with one arm. He points to the turnbuckle and begins to climb, the Eternal Youth 450 splash in mind. Wright begins to rise before just as he reaches the top so Youth changes gears and leaps off, catching and planting Wright with a tornado DDT!
PHILO B. POPE: “Adaptive offence by Flaming Youth! The high-flying tact might’ve worked, but not tonight against ‘Righteous’ Ian Wright.”
Youth rushes to make the pin.
1....
Wright’s leg stretches out and lands on the bottom rope.
2.....
PHILO B. POPE: “Rope break!”
Ref see’s the foot and stops the count, pointing it out to Flaming Youth. Youth rolls out of the ring and grabs the broomstick he tried to bring in earlier. Ref tries to stop him once more but Press jumps up on the other side of the ring and yells something out in Spanish, catching Ref’s attention.
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “OH COME ON! Is there no low to which these two gorillas won’t stoop?!”
Youth uses this distraction to bring the broom in. He teases using it as a weapon, holding it up high but brings it down and starts sweeping the dust in the ring. Making it over to Wright, who’s still on the ground, Framing Youth starts trying to sweep him out of the ring.
PHILO B. POPE: “Youth might want to focus on the match at hand before he sweeps himself right out of the tourney.”
Press jumps off the apron, laughing as Ref turns to see the spectacle. Ref and Youth start arguing in Spanish over the broom, eventually leading to a tug of war over the broomstick much to the amusement of the fans.
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Seriously? THIS guy is a cartoon, not Stevie Harris. Harris would have at least the courtesy not to let upon his opponent.”
PHILO B. POPE: “That might be the case here.”
Ian rolls to the outside, while Ref tries to get the broom from Youth. When Ian gets to his feet, he see's Press leaning against the ring post laughing along with the crowd. He jumps up in his face, and pokes a finger in his chest. Press then proceeds to boot him, and Powerbomb him on the concrete. He just listlessly leans back against the ringpost, while A Ref finally gets the broom away from Youth. When he turns around, Press just shrugs, and Ian gets counted out.
PHILO B. POPE: “What….?”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Seriously? The Bomb… uh.. those assholes stole a win by being, well, assholes?!”
PHILO B. POPE: “Not sure what to make of that. But there it is. Wright has walked away from the match, and Flaming Youth is moving on to the second round of the PAW Championship tourney to face off against Alex Cross at Wicked 4.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “I have to say… that’s bullshit. These buttmonkeys have been meddling in EVERYTHING, and now Youth scores a win with a BROOM?! Whatever.”
PHILO B. POPE: “It’ll only get more difficult as we progress through the tourney. But right now, I’m looking to score a smoke break while we find out what else is new backstage.”
PHILO B. POPE: “Yep. Your favorite people.”
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “And… introducing first…in this first round match-up for the PAW PURE Championship….”
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of Flaming Youth can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the screen.
YOUTH IS A MINDSET
MY FLAME IS ETERNAL
At the chorus of the song Flaming Youth bursts through the curtain, and spins around on the rampway, reaching out to the crowd who scream 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, Press, who merely nods his approval.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Accompanied to the ring by his tag team partner, PRESS… THIS IS… FLAMING… YOUTH!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Oh good. And double good news? There’s not enough space behind the desk for me to hide.”
Youth then takes off into a sprint to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Dashing over to the corner he bounds up to the second rope, and scans the crowd, talking jive as the fans soak it all up. With a short hop, he spins so that he’s now facing the ring, and takes a seat on the top rope to await his opponent while Press takes up a position on the outside near his corner.
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Maybe if I act casual they won’t notice me. Oh, who am I kidding. I'm too gorgeous NOT to stick out like a really good looking sore thumb.”
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “And his opponent…”
A drum beat turns the attention of crowd toward the runway. A sax follows, along with the twang of a guitar. At the top of the runway, the "Righteous One" surfaces, his perpetual scowl on his face. As usual, there is no flash to the man. He waste's no time strutting toward the ring, his eyes fixed on the square circle and what waits for him.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Making his way to the ring by way of Purity, Louisiana… ‘RIGHTEOUS’... IAN… WRIGHT!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “So… if I hoot and hollar and make a fuss over one of them, do you think… you know… the guy who’s name I shouldn’t say, the other one, will powerbomb his own partner through the announce table?”
PHILO B. POPE: “You just never know with BombTrax in the building.”
Wright enters the ring and the music dies down. The two men stand at opposite corners as Ref checks Wright for weapons. All clear. He turns and takes one look at Flaming Youth, who’s holding a broom. Ref shakes his head and points to the broom, then points to the outside of the ring. Youth looks confused but gives a shrug and exits the ring. He starts sweeping the ringside area much to the amusement of the fans.
PHILO B. POPE: “Little side of humor from the BombTrax.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Is that a sports reference or did they finally can his a--I mean. HILARIOUS!!! LOVE IT! DON’T CHANGE A THING!”
Ref sticks his head through the ropes and yells at Youth to quit playing around and get back in so Youth once again shrugs and stops his sweeping. He tries to get back in the ring but as he’s standing on the apron, broomstick in hand, Ref gets in his face and starts saying something in Spanish while pointing at the broom. Ian’s had enough of this nonsense and rushes Youth on the apron, hitting him with a forearm that knocks Youth and his broom out onto the floor.
PHILO B. POPE: “And the ‘Righteous One’ wasn’t having any of Youth’s antics tonight.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Well, he does mean to clean up this town, afterall… or did he mean Purity, and NOT Shreveport? I’m confused. How can he clean up BOTH towns? especially with mfmmfmfm using that broom and not him. This is a dilly of a pickle of a conundrum, Philo.”
Wright doesn’t follow up on the attack, instead he moves to the centre of the ring and braces himself for the coming onslaught from Youth, who’s up and moving into the ring in a hurry. He runs at Wright and ducks under a lariat, hits the ropes and comes back with a crossbody attempt that’s caught mid air. Wright stumbles back from the force but holds his balance. He lifts Youth up with power and brings him down with a sideways backbreaker, driving his younger opponents ribs into his knees. Ian doesn’t let go, he brings Youth back up and tries for the move a second time, this time releasing so Youth can fall and hold his side in agony.
PHILO B. POPE: “Wicked Backbreaker there. Wright with some offense that has caught Youth off guard.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Well. Good. Maybe this’ll be the perfect lesson for these two to shut their--I MEAN… SCREW YOU, WRIGHT! YOU HAVE NO… RIGHT. HAHAHAHAHAHA. See? Hope the tall one heard how clever I can be in his partner’s favor.”
Wright jumps on top of Flaming Youth in a ground and pound position. Instead of getting to work, he takes a moment to yell at Youth about his lame toilet jokes. “Flush this” yells Wright as he delivers a solid right. He looks down and it about to deliver a second when his arm gets hooked by one of Youth’s legs. Youth hooks the other arm with his free leg and rolls forward, placing Wright in a pinning predicament.
PHILO B. POPE: “Wright’s out to punish Youth, but Youth’s too fast there.”
1....
Wright muscles out strongly but Youth is up and on his feet before he can even get to his knees. Youth steps forward, placing a foot on Wright’s back and uses it to springboard himself up into the air, coming back down fast with a legdrop that smashes Wright’s head into the canvas. Youth rolls him over for the pin again.
PHILO B. POPE: “Stunning acrobatics by Flaming Youth. Ian Wright could lose this one early!”
1...
KICKOUT!!!
Wright kicks out with authority. Youth moves back and runs to the corner. He waits as Wright gets to his feet and runs in but once again he gets captured, picked up and thrown back down with a vicious spinebuster! Ian drags Youth back to his feet and tosses him into the corner, following it up quickly with a series of shoulder thrusts to Youth’s midsection.
PHILO B. POPE: “Wright’s power might be the undoing of Youth’s quickness here. Wright’s methodical enough to make this one short and sweet if Youth doesn’t keep moving.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Quiet. Don’t help them. Between you, me, the announce table, the throng of fans and everyone who bought the DVD… I want Youth to lose. Let’s hope they don’t watch these tapings, amirite?!”
On the outside Press watches on, slightly concerned. Wright starts yelling at him in between shoulder thrusts. He tries for another but Flaming Youth brings his knees up to create a buffer. Youth braces into the corner and launches a double foot body kick that sends Wright tumbling backwards.
PHILO B. POPE: “Youth kicks hard enough to muscle Wright off him and we could be about to see Youth ignite!”
He follows it up with a running enziguri that takes Wright down. Youth is quick up again, clutching his ribs with one arm. He points to the turnbuckle and begins to climb, the Eternal Youth 450 splash in mind. Wright begins to rise before just as he reaches the top so Youth changes gears and leaps off, catching and planting Wright with a tornado DDT!
PHILO B. POPE: “Adaptive offence by Flaming Youth! The high-flying tact might’ve worked, but not tonight against ‘Righteous’ Ian Wright.”
Youth rushes to make the pin.
1....
Wright’s leg stretches out and lands on the bottom rope.
2.....
PHILO B. POPE: “Rope break!”
Ref see’s the foot and stops the count, pointing it out to Flaming Youth. Youth rolls out of the ring and grabs the broomstick he tried to bring in earlier. Ref tries to stop him once more but Press jumps up on the other side of the ring and yells something out in Spanish, catching Ref’s attention.
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “OH COME ON! Is there no low to which these two gorillas won’t stoop?!”
Youth uses this distraction to bring the broom in. He teases using it as a weapon, holding it up high but brings it down and starts sweeping the dust in the ring. Making it over to Wright, who’s still on the ground, Framing Youth starts trying to sweep him out of the ring.
PHILO B. POPE: “Youth might want to focus on the match at hand before he sweeps himself right out of the tourney.”
Press jumps off the apron, laughing as Ref turns to see the spectacle. Ref and Youth start arguing in Spanish over the broom, eventually leading to a tug of war over the broomstick much to the amusement of the fans.
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Seriously? THIS guy is a cartoon, not Stevie Harris. Harris would have at least the courtesy not to let upon his opponent.”
PHILO B. POPE: “That might be the case here.”
Ian rolls to the outside, while Ref tries to get the broom from Youth. When Ian gets to his feet, he see's Press leaning against the ring post laughing along with the crowd. He jumps up in his face, and pokes a finger in his chest. Press then proceeds to boot him, and Powerbomb him on the concrete. He just listlessly leans back against the ringpost, while A Ref finally gets the broom away from Youth. When he turns around, Press just shrugs, and Ian gets counted out.
PHILO B. POPE: “What….?”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Seriously? The Bomb… uh.. those assholes stole a win by being, well, assholes?!”
PHILO B. POPE: “Not sure what to make of that. But there it is. Wright has walked away from the match, and Flaming Youth is moving on to the second round of the PAW Championship tourney to face off against Alex Cross at Wicked 4.”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “I have to say… that’s bullshit. These buttmonkeys have been meddling in EVERYTHING, and now Youth scores a win with a BROOM?! Whatever.”
PHILO B. POPE: “It’ll only get more difficult as we progress through the tourney. But right now, I’m looking to score a smoke break while we find out what else is new backstage.”