Post by Press1269 on Feb 14, 2020 20:50:43 GMT
The match bell sounds three times at ringside calling for everyone’s attention.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “This is your main event!!!”
“World On Fire” by Slash featuring Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators 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.
PHILO B. POPE: “It looks like we are really seeing The Bombtrax’s true colors! And now Press will answer for what he he did two weeks to ago to…”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “...MY POOR BROADCAST TABLE!!!”
Knux 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. He puts them down and begins down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Hailing from Castle Knux on Knuxy 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. He runs and slides into the ring before hopping up to his feet and leaning over the ropes. He points to his head, fingers like a gun, and fires. He walks backwards and spins around before handing off his entrance gear. He then leans against the corner and waits for the match to begin.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “And his opponent!!
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" begins to blare across the arena. Red strobe-lights begin to flicker all around the ring and ramp way, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of the massive Press can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the four small screens.
WITH THIS PASS
I CAN GO ANYWHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE!
At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and thrusts his black chair with the words "Press Pass" high up into the air with a grimace spread across his face. He scans the crowd as he stalks down towards the ring, followed by Flaming Youth who wears a confident grin.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Being accompanied to the ring by Flaming Youth..”
Press reaches the ring and throws his chair in under the bottom rope, hops up on the apron, and enters the ring by swinging his leg up and over the top rope.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “From Jacksonville, Florida...PRESS!!!”
He knocks his head to the left and right to get out the kinks, and then throws his fists high into the air all the while letting out an animalistic growl. The crowd goes wild as he stalks over to the corner, and nonchalantly leans into it waiting for the start of the match. As REF slides out of the way and calls for the bell, Knux dives into action landing a hard boot to the gut of Press. Knux takes wrist control and plants his feet to send Press for the ride with an Irish whip, but Press only came far enough out of the corner to plant his own feet and reverse it to send Knux back one step and crashing hard into the turnbuckles. Press crowned Knux with a hard spike elbow and quickly followed that with a back elbow. Knux spit a mouthful of blood onto the broadcast table as the back elbow turned his head violently.
PHILO B. POPE: “Just a violent elbow shot by Press there!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “And now we know Luke doesn’t swallow...he spits!”
Knux then oversold it, dropping to his knees where he nailed Press with a low blow. Knux stood and gouged at the right eye of Press before grabbing a handful of hair and as he stepped away from the turnbuckle smashed Press’ face into it. Ignoring the count by REF, Knux still with a handful of hair, ran Press’ right eye right down the top ring rope towards the next turnbuckle. As they approached, Knux grabbed his wallet chain and went to wrap it around the throat of Press who was able to lift Knux up sky high and drop him down hard face first on the top turnbuckle.
PHILO B. POPE: “SNAKE EYES”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Knux sure isn’t getting me much revenge for my broadcast table!”
Press hit the ropes running as Knux hit the canvas hard. As Press bounced back towards the center of the ring, Knux was up to his knees where his head was taken off with a running high knee lift. Knux hit the canvas so hard, Press halted his attack and covered him out of sheer instinct. REF quickly slid into position to make the count.
1..
2....
PHILO B. POPE: “Knux kicks out even though he has been decapitated!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Oh, he has? Can somebody roll his head...right...down...here?”
As Knux kicked out, Press took a handful of hair and took full advantage of REF’s five count by reigning down a barrage of closed fists onto the skull of Knux. Raising both hands above his head just as REF was to count out five. As soon as REF’s count halted, Press once again continued the barrage of closed fists once again within a breath of disqualification. This time, Press pulled Knux up to his feet and shoved him hard into the turnbuckles with an Irish Whip. Knux landed hard and as he turned back towards the ring, Press met him with a big splash into the corner. Press landed in a way which held Knux up and did not allow the smaller man to fall. Press’ hands connected under Luke’s arms and around his back where Knux was laid flat with a belly to belly suplex. Press didn’t go for a pinfall. With Knux’s shoulders already down because he was flat on his back, Press clamped down hard on Luke’s temples with THE CLAW!
PHILO B. POPE: “It’s the claw! Will Luke tap?”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Does that really even hurt?”
With Luke’s shoulders down, REF began the count. Luke more slid out, than kicked out. Fast to his feet, Knux caught press in the back of the head with a dropkick. Press caught himself on the mat before going all the way down, but Knux landed a springboard bulldog that put the big man down. But it was only for a moment, Press was getting up as fast as Knux was. Luke instantly connected with a front kick that landed square on the chin of Press. Knux followed it up with a spinning heel kick that looked to catch Press on the ear. He was staggered but still did not go down. In frustration, Knux hammerlocked the left arm and as he ducked back around front still holding on, knocked Press flat with a heart punch!
PHILO B. POPE: “TELL TALE HEART PUNCH!”
1..
2..
KICKOUT!!!
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “BOOO! I THOUGHT KNUXY HAD HIM!”
Knux smacked the mat hard and fast three times right in REF’s face. As he did, Press rolled to the outside for a quick breather. Knux backed into the ropes and with a running start hit Press with a Suicide dive Tornado DDT on the hard concrete at ringside! With the big man down and the crowd up, Knux began to climb the turnbuckles above his fallen opponent. When he reached the top rope, Knux brought the crowd to their feet as he stepped out onto the top rope and began to walk it. Nearly half way out, Knux leaped and nailed Press with the moonsault!
PHILO B. POPE: “RAGNAROK AND ROLL MOONSAULT!!!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Luke is becoming my hero again!!!”
Knux hauled press up and rolled him back inside the ring. As Knux climbed up onto the ring apron, he went back into the ring with a springboard leg drop across the chest of Press who was still down. Immediately, Knux hooked a leg a demanded a count. REF quickly slid into position.
1..
2........
KICKOUT!!!
Knux moved to his feet and hit the ropes running. As he bounced towards the center of the ring, Press stood and caught him from out of nowhere with a thunderous sidewalk slam! Again, Press didn’t go for the cover, he went for THE CLAW! With Luke’s shoulders flat on the mat, REF began the count..
1…
KICKOUT!!!
PHILO B. POPE: “Press is still on Knux!”
Knux got a shoulder off the mat and Press used a knee to drive that shoulder back down onto the mat. Once again, REF made the count.
1…
KICKOUT!!!
Luke got the other shoulder up as Press drove it back onto the mat with his other knee. With all of his weight down on Knux’s shoulders, Press really squeezed tight with THE CLAW!
Once again, Knux slid out of the predicament, more than he was able to kick out of it. As they moved to their feet, Press caught Knux with a high knee lift and followed that up with a scoop. Press held Knux on his shoulder with his right arm and pointed to the sky with his left. With the crowd on their feet, Press Gorilla PRESS Slammed Knux right into the second and third row!
PHILO B. POPE: “Oh shit! I thought he was going through the broadcast table again for a second!”
The crowd moved away from Knux as press stepped over the top rope and down onto the ring apron. As Knux struggled to pull himself back over the guardrail at ringside, Press helped him back over with a flying legdrop! At ringside, Philo B. Pope shot up to his feet and incited to live crowd into a loud ‘HOLY SHIT!!!’ chant. With REF counting both men out, Press pulled Knux up and rolled him back inside the ring, sliding in right behind him. As they moved to their feet, Knux landed a low blow that he quickly followed up with a sit-out facebuster. Luke moved to his feet and springboarding off the middle ropes went for a asai moonsault.
PHILO B. POPE: “Press got his knees up!!!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Knux just took that right on his chin! He looks like he’s been roofied!!!”
With both men down, REF began to count them both out. On the outside, Flaming Youth pounded on the ring apron to rally Press. Both men slowly moved to their feet as REF’s count neared ten. With two hands, Press shoved Knux backwards hard into the ropes. As knux bounced back, Press caught him with a quick two step running big boot! Knux hit the mat hard and Press covered him quickly. Just as quickly, REF slid into position to make a count.
PHILO B. POPE: “SUDDEN STOP!!”
1..
2.......
KICKOUT!!!
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “HE IS STILL OUT FOR REVENGE! C’MON LUKE! AVENGE MY BROADCAST TABLE!!!”
REF stood a pointed out Knux’s boot across the bottom rope, Press grabbed it and held both legs back, pinning Knux again!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
The crowd can not believe it and obviously neither can Press! Knux however found his second wind and made it to his feet faster than Press did. Knux nailed the big man in the gut with a stiff boot. Knux applied a side headlock, and the crowd went wild! Knux played to the crowd for one second too long and Press snuck in a side suplex! As they made it to their feet, this time, it was Press who landed a boot in the gut of Knux. Press lifted Knux up for a powerbomb and as he released him, shoved the palm of his hand into Luke’s chest driving him down hard!
PHILO B. POPE: “PRESS RELEASE POWERBOMB!!!”
1...
2.....
3!!!!!!!!!
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Pheh. So much for vengeance. First my announce table, then shitty video editing… now he moves ON in the tournament? Is there no justice, Philo?”
PHILO B. POPE: “Obviously not if Recoba, Press and Youth are advancing!!!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “True. This sucks. Those bums get their way and I didn’t even get to have a say in the new announce table construction. This has been the biggest amount of bullshit since that one guy locked that one girl in a dog kennel or whatever.”
PHILO B. POPE: “That was actually the greatest thing I’ve seen since Jamie Wheeler’s video package on the first WICKED!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “HAHA! That was great. Justice: Served. So true, too. Maybe there is justice after all. Or… well… there MUST be some coming to bring balance to this PAW place. And from the looks of things, we’re gonna need it come WICKED #4 with the second round of the tourney… and... some other horrible stuff.”
PHILO B. POPE: "Things are as fucked up as a soup sandwich in Pure Amusement and we’re just getting warmed up. I can’t imagine what it will be like on St. Patrick’s Day when the tourney ends and we crown our first PURE Champ!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “We’ll see everybody there.”
PHILO B. POPE: “Peace motherfuckers…”
As Philo flashes the deuces, the show’s outro music, “Ain’t no rest for the wicked” by Cage the Elephant hits the speakers as the house lights rise.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “This is your main event!!!”
“World On Fire” by Slash featuring Myles Kennedy & The Conspirators 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.
PHILO B. POPE: “It looks like we are really seeing The Bombtrax’s true colors! And now Press will answer for what he he did two weeks to ago to…”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “...MY POOR BROADCAST TABLE!!!”
Knux 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. He puts them down and begins down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Hailing from Castle Knux on Knuxy 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. He runs and slides into the ring before hopping up to his feet and leaning over the ropes. He points to his head, fingers like a gun, and fires. He walks backwards and spins around before handing off his entrance gear. He then leans against the corner and waits for the match to begin.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “And his opponent!!
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" begins to blare across the arena. Red strobe-lights begin to flicker all around the ring and ramp way, and finally settle on the entry way where the silhouette of the massive Press can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the four small screens.
WITH THIS PASS
I CAN GO ANYWHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE!
At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and thrusts his black chair with the words "Press Pass" high up into the air with a grimace spread across his face. He scans the crowd as he stalks down towards the ring, followed by Flaming Youth who wears a confident grin.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “Being accompanied to the ring by Flaming Youth..”
Press reaches the ring and throws his chair in under the bottom rope, hops up on the apron, and enters the ring by swinging his leg up and over the top rope.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: “From Jacksonville, Florida...PRESS!!!”
He knocks his head to the left and right to get out the kinks, and then throws his fists high into the air all the while letting out an animalistic growl. The crowd goes wild as he stalks over to the corner, and nonchalantly leans into it waiting for the start of the match. As REF slides out of the way and calls for the bell, Knux dives into action landing a hard boot to the gut of Press. Knux takes wrist control and plants his feet to send Press for the ride with an Irish whip, but Press only came far enough out of the corner to plant his own feet and reverse it to send Knux back one step and crashing hard into the turnbuckles. Press crowned Knux with a hard spike elbow and quickly followed that with a back elbow. Knux spit a mouthful of blood onto the broadcast table as the back elbow turned his head violently.
PHILO B. POPE: “Just a violent elbow shot by Press there!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “And now we know Luke doesn’t swallow...he spits!”
Knux then oversold it, dropping to his knees where he nailed Press with a low blow. Knux stood and gouged at the right eye of Press before grabbing a handful of hair and as he stepped away from the turnbuckle smashed Press’ face into it. Ignoring the count by REF, Knux still with a handful of hair, ran Press’ right eye right down the top ring rope towards the next turnbuckle. As they approached, Knux grabbed his wallet chain and went to wrap it around the throat of Press who was able to lift Knux up sky high and drop him down hard face first on the top turnbuckle.
PHILO B. POPE: “SNAKE EYES”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Knux sure isn’t getting me much revenge for my broadcast table!”
Press hit the ropes running as Knux hit the canvas hard. As Press bounced back towards the center of the ring, Knux was up to his knees where his head was taken off with a running high knee lift. Knux hit the canvas so hard, Press halted his attack and covered him out of sheer instinct. REF quickly slid into position to make the count.
1..
2....
PHILO B. POPE: “Knux kicks out even though he has been decapitated!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Oh, he has? Can somebody roll his head...right...down...here?”
As Knux kicked out, Press took a handful of hair and took full advantage of REF’s five count by reigning down a barrage of closed fists onto the skull of Knux. Raising both hands above his head just as REF was to count out five. As soon as REF’s count halted, Press once again continued the barrage of closed fists once again within a breath of disqualification. This time, Press pulled Knux up to his feet and shoved him hard into the turnbuckles with an Irish Whip. Knux landed hard and as he turned back towards the ring, Press met him with a big splash into the corner. Press landed in a way which held Knux up and did not allow the smaller man to fall. Press’ hands connected under Luke’s arms and around his back where Knux was laid flat with a belly to belly suplex. Press didn’t go for a pinfall. With Knux’s shoulders already down because he was flat on his back, Press clamped down hard on Luke’s temples with THE CLAW!
PHILO B. POPE: “It’s the claw! Will Luke tap?”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Does that really even hurt?”
With Luke’s shoulders down, REF began the count. Luke more slid out, than kicked out. Fast to his feet, Knux caught press in the back of the head with a dropkick. Press caught himself on the mat before going all the way down, but Knux landed a springboard bulldog that put the big man down. But it was only for a moment, Press was getting up as fast as Knux was. Luke instantly connected with a front kick that landed square on the chin of Press. Knux followed it up with a spinning heel kick that looked to catch Press on the ear. He was staggered but still did not go down. In frustration, Knux hammerlocked the left arm and as he ducked back around front still holding on, knocked Press flat with a heart punch!
PHILO B. POPE: “TELL TALE HEART PUNCH!”
1..
2..
KICKOUT!!!
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “BOOO! I THOUGHT KNUXY HAD HIM!”
Knux smacked the mat hard and fast three times right in REF’s face. As he did, Press rolled to the outside for a quick breather. Knux backed into the ropes and with a running start hit Press with a Suicide dive Tornado DDT on the hard concrete at ringside! With the big man down and the crowd up, Knux began to climb the turnbuckles above his fallen opponent. When he reached the top rope, Knux brought the crowd to their feet as he stepped out onto the top rope and began to walk it. Nearly half way out, Knux leaped and nailed Press with the moonsault!
PHILO B. POPE: “RAGNAROK AND ROLL MOONSAULT!!!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Luke is becoming my hero again!!!”
Knux hauled press up and rolled him back inside the ring. As Knux climbed up onto the ring apron, he went back into the ring with a springboard leg drop across the chest of Press who was still down. Immediately, Knux hooked a leg a demanded a count. REF quickly slid into position.
1..
2........
KICKOUT!!!
Knux moved to his feet and hit the ropes running. As he bounced towards the center of the ring, Press stood and caught him from out of nowhere with a thunderous sidewalk slam! Again, Press didn’t go for the cover, he went for THE CLAW! With Luke’s shoulders flat on the mat, REF began the count..
1…
KICKOUT!!!
PHILO B. POPE: “Press is still on Knux!”
Knux got a shoulder off the mat and Press used a knee to drive that shoulder back down onto the mat. Once again, REF made the count.
1…
KICKOUT!!!
Luke got the other shoulder up as Press drove it back onto the mat with his other knee. With all of his weight down on Knux’s shoulders, Press really squeezed tight with THE CLAW!
Once again, Knux slid out of the predicament, more than he was able to kick out of it. As they moved to their feet, Press caught Knux with a high knee lift and followed that up with a scoop. Press held Knux on his shoulder with his right arm and pointed to the sky with his left. With the crowd on their feet, Press Gorilla PRESS Slammed Knux right into the second and third row!
PHILO B. POPE: “Oh shit! I thought he was going through the broadcast table again for a second!”
The crowd moved away from Knux as press stepped over the top rope and down onto the ring apron. As Knux struggled to pull himself back over the guardrail at ringside, Press helped him back over with a flying legdrop! At ringside, Philo B. Pope shot up to his feet and incited to live crowd into a loud ‘HOLY SHIT!!!’ chant. With REF counting both men out, Press pulled Knux up and rolled him back inside the ring, sliding in right behind him. As they moved to their feet, Knux landed a low blow that he quickly followed up with a sit-out facebuster. Luke moved to his feet and springboarding off the middle ropes went for a asai moonsault.
PHILO B. POPE: “Press got his knees up!!!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Knux just took that right on his chin! He looks like he’s been roofied!!!”
With both men down, REF began to count them both out. On the outside, Flaming Youth pounded on the ring apron to rally Press. Both men slowly moved to their feet as REF’s count neared ten. With two hands, Press shoved Knux backwards hard into the ropes. As knux bounced back, Press caught him with a quick two step running big boot! Knux hit the mat hard and Press covered him quickly. Just as quickly, REF slid into position to make a count.
PHILO B. POPE: “SUDDEN STOP!!”
1..
2.......
KICKOUT!!!
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “HE IS STILL OUT FOR REVENGE! C’MON LUKE! AVENGE MY BROADCAST TABLE!!!”
REF stood a pointed out Knux’s boot across the bottom rope, Press grabbed it and held both legs back, pinning Knux again!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
The crowd can not believe it and obviously neither can Press! Knux however found his second wind and made it to his feet faster than Press did. Knux nailed the big man in the gut with a stiff boot. Knux applied a side headlock, and the crowd went wild! Knux played to the crowd for one second too long and Press snuck in a side suplex! As they made it to their feet, this time, it was Press who landed a boot in the gut of Knux. Press lifted Knux up for a powerbomb and as he released him, shoved the palm of his hand into Luke’s chest driving him down hard!
PHILO B. POPE: “PRESS RELEASE POWERBOMB!!!”
1...
2.....
3!!!!!!!!!
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “Pheh. So much for vengeance. First my announce table, then shitty video editing… now he moves ON in the tournament? Is there no justice, Philo?”
PHILO B. POPE: “Obviously not if Recoba, Press and Youth are advancing!!!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “True. This sucks. Those bums get their way and I didn’t even get to have a say in the new announce table construction. This has been the biggest amount of bullshit since that one guy locked that one girl in a dog kennel or whatever.”
PHILO B. POPE: “That was actually the greatest thing I’ve seen since Jamie Wheeler’s video package on the first WICKED!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “HAHA! That was great. Justice: Served. So true, too. Maybe there is justice after all. Or… well… there MUST be some coming to bring balance to this PAW place. And from the looks of things, we’re gonna need it come WICKED #4 with the second round of the tourney… and... some other horrible stuff.”
PHILO B. POPE: "Things are as fucked up as a soup sandwich in Pure Amusement and we’re just getting warmed up. I can’t imagine what it will be like on St. Patrick’s Day when the tourney ends and we crown our first PURE Champ!”
CONSTANCE CHURCH: “We’ll see everybody there.”
PHILO B. POPE: “Peace motherfuckers…”
As Philo flashes the deuces, the show’s outro music, “Ain’t no rest for the wicked” by Cage the Elephant hits the speakers as the house lights rise.