Post by Press1269 on Feb 14, 2020 21:12:12 GMT
The Riverbed by Gallows blasts out over the speakers. The beat really begins to kick in when Stevie Harris steps through, a scornful grin on his face as he looks out at the crowd. Stevie slowly makes his way down to the ring, eyeing off as many as the faces in the crowd as possible.
PHILO: Here he is, the sadistic one. Tapanga Britt, Johnny Raike and Alex Cross, his path to the finals has been almost a who’s who of Pure Amusements greatest competitors.
CHARISSA: God that scornful look… I’m sold. Take me Stevie, take me!
PHILO: I’d be careful with your choice of words there, Charissa.
CHARISSA: Oh right, yeah. Well there’s something sexy about a man who takes what he wants and who has the ambition to cut through the roster with such ruthlessness.
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!
PHILO: Well then dry those panties off because here comes another man who has made a name out of cutting through the roster with pure ruthlessness!
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. 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. He knocks his head to the left & 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 awaiting for the start of the match.
PHILO: This will be a tough match up for Harris. Coming in at Six foot eleven and holding a 130 pound advantage, Press marks a change in opponent for Stevie who’s primarily fought women and men smaller than him to here.
CHARISSA: Doesn’t matter, Hashtag I’m With Stevie!
PHILO: Press is coming into this match with an impressive four and one record. That one loss was the infamous screwjob on Wicked 2 where he accepted a briefcase stuffed full of cash from Cross Recoba to lay down. That was followed up with a Class A BombTrax beatdown of The Fox. Since then he’s racked up wins over former Ace of Pure Amusement, Luke Knux and Jack Swanson as well as a dominant statement at Wicked 5 against Cross Recoba.
The two men are standing toe to toe in the ring. Stevie’s ripped off his shirt and thrown it on the ground in between them, a defiant statement that he won’t back down. The height difference is quite noticeable but neither man acts like they care.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Once again, this match will be No Disqualification, No Count Out, All Contracted Pure Amusement Wrestling employees are banned from ringside or any participation in the match… There Must Be A Winner as this is your main event. This is the finals of the sixteen competitor tournament. This is for the FIRST EVER PURE AMUSEMENT WRESTLING CHAMPION.
CHARISSA: How many times do you think that needs to be repeated, Philo?
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: INTRODUC…
Harris shoves her and kicks Press in between the legs! Ref, seeing chaos about to unfold calls for the bell forgoing introductions and helps shield Rhonda Armstrong.
CHARISSA: These rules are confusing. Banned from ringside but no DQ? What’s to stop Flaming Youth or Johnny Raike from coming out here?
PHILO: Well, I assume he wants to stay employed.
Press hadn’t fallen completely, resting on one knee from the groin strike. Stevie lands a couple of lefts and rights as the crowd starts a loud I’m With Stevie chant. Harris pulls Press in and delivers a quick snap DDT to the man who was on a knee, fully taking him down. Stevie acts like he’s going to go for a grounded headlock but switches it up and simply puts two hands around Press’s throat.
PHILO: What is it with this guy and strangling people?
CHARISSA: Duh, it’s his finishing move. I thought you were a wrestling encyclopaedia? Did someone rip the psychology page out of your book?
PHILO: Did someone rip the Psycho page out of your book?
Press is strong and grabs Stevie’s arms, using his reach to force his opponent off of him before any real damage can be done. He drags Harris and himself up, clutching Stevie’s biceps. Press releases one of them and uses his impressive strength to pull Stevie into him, throwing the shoulder into his opponents head. It knocks Harris to the ground, who slowly starts to get up. Press grabs him by the back of his head to pull him all the way up again. He whips Stevie hard into the turnbuckle, running in after him with a corner lariat attempt that’s ducked. The big man stumbles around to catch Harris running at him. Stevie tries for some form of jumping knee strike but he’s caught mid air and twisted around for a sidewalk slam!
PHILO: BAM! That’s how it’s done!
A loud BombTrax chant starts to take hold of the crowd now. He thinks about going for the pin but knows it’s too early. He pulls Stevie up, shoving his head between his legs and calling for the powerbomb! Press lifts him up and around, before slamming Harris back down to the mat with ease! He holds onto the move and impressively brings Stevie back up. He lifts him up high and before he can bring him back down Harris shoves his thumbs into Press’s eyes! Press tries to follow through with the move to make him stop but he doesn’t get the same level of force. Once they’ve landed, Harris releases but it’s taken a toll on Press. Stevie slowly rolls to his feet and takes the opportunity to sneak up behind Press and lock in the Stranglehold (Sleeperhold) !
It’s locked in but Press is able to climb to his feet, leaving Harris dangling off his neck. He steps backwards towards the corner, slamming Harris into it He steps forward then comes back in to slam Stevie. This time Harris is able to place a foot on the ropes, allowing himself to climb the ropes and jump down to the apron with the hold still in place! One foot is placed on the middle rope with the other being used to knee Press in between the shoulders, applying as much pressure as possible!
CHARISSA: That’s it! End him Stevie, end him before another poor announce table is ruined!
Press has one arm trying to create space around his neck while the other is reaching back, trying to get a hold of Stevie. He’s struggling but his hand clasps onto the loose fabric on Harris’s pants. Press is able to pull the knee, forcing a release in pressure. He keep at it and soon Stevie’s grip is slipping. Stevie’s grip breaks and with just one foot on the middle rope, he falls backwards out of the ring… his leg being caught by Press midfall! Press impressively drags him back up and over the ropes. Harris is screaming, pleading as he’s helpless. He tries kicking but Press grabs the other leg to pull him up in a powerbomb position once more! Press lifts him up but Stevie wiggles free, pushing himself over the big man’s head. He falls behind Press and runs the ropes, coming back just as Press turns with a vicious lariat!
PHILO: Ouch! That took his head off!
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THRKickout!
Press can’t believe it but Stevie’s already crawling to his feet. Press decides to help him out, dragging him up and forcing him into the corner. He takes a step back and comes back in with a back elbow that sends Stevie stumbling out. He takes across the ring, running the ropes and coming back with a Sudden Stop attempt that’s ducked by Stevie! Press stumbles into the corner as Harris scrambles forward to get clear. He stands and turns BOOM!
PHILO: SUDDEN STOP!
CHARISSA: NO
The big man of the BombTrax covers Stevie, hooking the leg as the crowd chants along.
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AND 3 QUARTERS
KICKOUT!
CHARISSA: YES! The match continues!
Stevie somehow kicked out, his face a bloody mess after the Sudden Stop seemed to explode his nose. Press falls back, leaning against the bottom rope momentarily. He watches as the bloody man in front of him tries to crawl towards the ropes. Press continues to watch as Harris tries to pull himself up but collapses as his hand is covered in blood, which caused the hand to slide violently along the rope when he tried to grip it. Press continues to watch as Harris instead slings his legs out of the ring, getting his feet planted on stable ground. Press continues to watch as Stevie drops to a knee, out of his sight.
PHILO: What’s he… Oh, Jesus, no. The noose is BANNED. Get security, police, anyone!
Stevie emerges from under the ring with the noose, slinging it into the ring. Press takes this as the perfect time to get up, grapping the noose and standing in the middle of the ring, menacingly holding it as it dangles back and forth. Harris rolls in but before they can continue A Ref starts trying to free the noose from Press’s hands. Press doesn’t want to give it up and a quick struggle begins. He finally relents and with that, his attention’s focused back on Stevie who’s snuck up on him with a running brass knuckle shot!
PHILO: Brass knuckles! We saw Stevie and Lola play havoc with them a few shows ago.
As Ref’s throwing the rope out to the time keeper, Stevie begins to work on Press, peppering him with body shots and the occasional shot to the face with the weapon in hand. He keeps this up, screaming random things at the big man to add insult to injury. The only thing that stops him is Harris standing and taking his belt off.
CHARISSA: Whoa, things are getting sexy.
Harris folds his belt in half and begins to lay belt shots over the abdomen of his opponent. He turns the belt around so that the buckle of the belt is connecting with each blow!
PHILO: I feel like I’m going to be sick. I thought this was a wrestling match.
He steps back, releasing one half of the belt so it falls. Press tries to roll out of the ring but as he’s doing so, Stevie loops the belt through the buckle and slips the loop around Press’s neck with his makeshift noose!
Stevie uses it to drag Press closer to the centre of the ring and starts to really wrench it in. Press’s legs and arms swing wildly, one hand is able to slip in under the belt but it’s not enough as Stevie places the belt over his shoulder to increase the pressure. Stevie yells at the ref, telling him to do his job.
PHILO: A Ref’s asking Press if he wants to quit but the big guy’s still fighting!
CHARISSA: He should give up. They made a rule to keep Stevie down but he’s worked a way around it with the belt. There’s no stopping him tonight.
The belt is pulled tight as Press starts to fade. A sudden surge of strength pulses through him and in a last ditch attempt, Press pulls himself to one knee. Harris stands and turns, still applying pressure but trying to get Press back down where he has the advantage. Press proves that all those lunges weren’t for nothing and pulls himself to his feet with the weight of Stevie Harris pulling the noose tighter and tighter. He takes a step forward and tries to whip the belt forward but Harris kicks him in the back of the leg as he tries, forcing him to collapse again. Press’s face is beginning to change colour. The fans are having Johnny Raike flashbacks as the Im With Stevie chants start to die down in favour of Let’s Go Press! He’s back to a knee again and with a massive burst of strength, Press Jones is able to whip the belt and throw Stevie Harris off of him. Stevie stumbles into the ropes and as he hits them, Press connects with a Sudden Stop that sends Stevie toppling out of the ring!
PHILO: Press is exhausted, look at him.
CHARISSA: He just collapsed in the ring. These man are lucky there must be a winner or there’d be a chance of a double count out.
Ref checks out of the ring and sees that Harris is moving on the ground. He goes to check on Press who’s laid out in the middle of the ring, slapping his face to wake the man up. After two Press is back with us and slowly taking the belt off of his neck. Outside Stevie’s pulling himself up against the guardrail as a group of fans closest to him jeer his efforts. Press begins to roll out of the ring on the other side, the belt still in hand. His legs are shaking as he tries to step but he maintains control, wrapping the belt around his fist as he starts to move. Harris, his face and singlet a mess of blood, stays hunched over the guardrail, still feeling the effects of the Sudden Stop.
PHILO: Press is uncoiling that belt. He’s got wicked intentions in mind as he sees Harris bent over in prime whipping position!
As Press approaches, he leans back with the belt in hand. He brings it around to strike Stevie but one of the fans leaps over the guardrail and blocks the shot, taking the full force of it across his face to protect Stevie! Press is shocked as another fan leaps over the barrier and runs at him. Press grabs him and tosses him to the side. He turns back just in time to see that Stevie’s grabbed one of their chairs and it’s coming down hard towards his face. Harris spreads his arms wide, chair in one hand and looks out at the crowd, a large portion of them starting the I’m With Stevie chant back up!
PHILO: I’m getting a bad feeling about this crowd. One of them just sacrificed himself to save Stevie. Another tried to attack Press, we’ve all heard the rumors about Stevie’s lifestyle.
Harris slams the chair edge across Press’s neck, holding it to cut the air flow once again. Security and a medic have made their way down to ringside, escorting the two fans backstage. The bloody faced Harris watches on with a grin over his devious face, his minions having served their purpose. He releases the chair and heads towards the ring, looking under it and once again pulling a large noose out!
CHARISSA: Can’t DQ him for using a banned weapon, baby!
Ref slides out of the ring and tries to take the noose away from Stevie but Harris lays him out with a right hook before turning his attention back to Press. He slips the noose around his neck and throws the other half of the rope into the ring. Press is helpless to stop him as Stevie climbs in and slowly begins to pull on the rope. He’s got Press dragged over to the apron and keeps pulling, forcing his body up. The 6 foot 11 giant’s feet are on the ground for a long time before he’s straightened out.
PHILO: Surely someone’s allowed to come out here to stop this? Anybody?
Nobody comes but it doesn’t matter as Press places a leg up on the apron and pulls himself up. Harris is stunned but doesn’t give up, yanking the rope to try to pull Press in. Press simple throws a leg over the top rope and grabs the rope, entering into a tug of war in the middle of the ring. Stevie’s.
CHARISSA: Press doesn’t have the strength. Stevie’s worn him out too much.
Almost on cue with the commentary, Press gives it one extra pull and it’s enough to send Stevie flying into him. Press catches him incoming and lifts him up high with a military press, dropping Stevie with a thud. He pulls the noose off of his neck and turns his attention to Stevie, picking him up and lifting the man up onto his shoulder, throwing him into the turnbuckle for a Snake Eyes! Stevie’s head jolts back and he stumbles right into the waiting arms of Press. Head between his legs, Press turns and then executes the Press Release Powerbomb clear in the middle of the ring! He falls on top and hooks the leg.
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PHILO: Ref’s still out! Why do we only have one referee??? One, two, three. It’s all over come on get up Ref!
Press rolls off, he can see that no one’s coming so he rolls to the outside and grabs a hold of A Ref, pulling him up and tossing him into the ring. He grabs a hold of the chair that’s laying on the ground and tosses it into the ring with wicked intentions. As he tries to climb back into the ring another fan has jumped the guardrail, this one a middle aged women. She grabs a hold of Press’s leg and tries to stop him from entering the ring but he kicks her back as two security guards come running through the crowd to tackler her to the ground. She’s screaming about Harris as they drag her to the back.
PHILO: I hope they’ve got a big holding cell backstage for these loons.
Shrugging it off with a grin, Press rolls into the ring and grabs the chair. “Press” chants start to fill the arena as he stuffs the chair into the corner, wedging it between the top and middle rope. He turns to find Stevie once again clawing his way up to his feet. Press takes him by the back of the head and throws the man head first into the chair, leaving a bloody smear mark over the impacted spot. He pulls Harris back and throws the smaller man head first into the corner once again! Stevie collapses in the seeing that Ref is still lying motionless, Press decides to rest Stevie’s head against the chair. Crossing the ring, Press builds up a head of steam as he runs in and rams his knee as hard and fast into the side of Stevie’s head as humanly possible!
CHARISSA: If this were a cartoon, that chair would have a perfect imprint of Stevie’s face.
PHILO: I think it might actually…
Press pulls Stevie out and signals for another Press Release Powerbomb, pointing out to the ring as well. He pulls Stevie up in the centre of the ring and starts making his way towards the ropes.
CHARISSA: This is how he ended Cross Recoba’s career, somebody stop him!
Before he can release, more fans have jumped over the guardrail and into the path of the falling Stevie Harris, breaking his fall. Press is enraged, the move would have taken Stevie out for good but they ruined it.
PHILO: Oh my god, more people are crossing the barrier. 10, 15 maybe? I thought he only had a couple of followers?
Press braces himself as the so-called fans storm the ring. He takes them out with lariats and Sudden Stops, incapacitating anyone who comes near him. He grabs the chair at one stage and begins to swing for the fences, taking out intruder after intruder, clearing the ring as the adrenaline begins to take over in a show of force. One of them grabs his leg while two leap on him. He’s starting to succumb to the numbers, dropping to one knee. Press drops the chair and grabs two of them by their necks, lifting them up with an impressive double chokeslam! The one grabbing his leg is the only one still moving in the ring so Press lifts him up over his shoulders in a press and runs towards the ropes, tossing the man out onto the concrete.
PHILO: That looked like a Plan Z for Stevie Harris and Press just dismantled his following without breaking a sweat!
Press turns just in time to see Stevie Harris running at him. Press swings at him with the chair, which is ducked. Stevie hits the ropes and comes back with an elbow that sends Press reeling. The chair falls from his grip as Harris runs in with a leaping knee strike. Press is in shock as Stevie follows it up with a fast neckbreaker, taking them both down. Stevie tries to get Press in a seated position and locks in the Stranglehold once again. On the otherside of the ring Ref is slowly getting up, resting in the corner. Press struggles to fight out of the Stranglehold but he’s able to flip Stevie over to the mat. Harris is quick back up and ducks around, jumping up to lock the Stranglehold in once again. Press runs backwards and into the corner, slamming Harris off of him. He sees the chair and leans forward to pick it up. Stevie is back like a pest and leaps on Press again, trying to lock the Stranglehold in. Press is inches away from the chair, finding a way to clutch it. He swings it back and it connects with the back of Harris’s head. Stevie stumbles back and catches the chair as Press throws it at him. BOOM! Sudden Stop into the chair! Press rolls Stevie up as Ref leaps forward to count the pin.
PHILO: Oh my God! This could be it!
CHARISSA: Stevie, Noooooo!!
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3!!!
PHILO: PRESS IS THE NEW PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
CHARISSA: I can't believe it! Does this mean I have to take back all that shit I've said about him? Oh, no!
PHILO: I don't know anything about that, but now that the match is officially over, here comes Lola down the rampway!
Both men are negligent to get up, but Press is able to roll over, and crawl towards the far turnbuckle for leverage. Stevie lay flat on his back, staring up at the lights with a look of anguish and bewilderment smeared across his bloody face. Lola hits the ring, grabbing Stevie by the arm, and half drags the man towards the edge of the ring. Once there, she pulls him out onto his feet, throwing his arm over her shoulder to support some of his weight.
Meanwhile, Press has finally regained his footing, and he stumbles forwards to the center of the ring rubbing his aching neck. When A-Ref approaches him with the PAW Heavyweight Championship belt, Press just stares at it for a moment, not completely sure that any of this is real. It only takes him a moment before he reaches out tentatively and takes the championship by the leather strap, all while continuing to stare at it. A-Ref takes him by his other wrist, and then hoists his hand up in the air as high as he can reach, signifying Press as the victor.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, and your NEW PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.....PRESSSSSS!!!
Halfway up the ramp, Stevie Harris shoves Lola away from him, dismissing her aide so that he can turn back towards the ring to witness what he had just heard. Several emotions pass over the madman's face in that moment. Hurt, disappointment, rage, and then finally settles on scornful. He flashes a wicked grin through blood stained teeth, spits on the rampway, and then turns to continue his exit.
Back in the ring, Press simply holds the championship out in front of him with both hands, before stumbling back into a corner, clutching the title to his chest with a victorious grin. He looks out to the crowd, who are all on their feet cheering and clapping, and he nods, before turning and clumsily climbing to the second rope, hoisting the title high over his head. An explosion goes off overhead, and confetti begins to rain down on the scene, as Press continues his celebration. Just as he's about to drop back down to the canvas, Youth suddenly appears, and when he turns and see's his friend, he almost loses it. Youth rushes at Press, and the two men embrace, the past 15 long years culminating in this one championship moment. The fans are deafening at this point, as Youth steps back from Press, takes the big man by the wrist, and lifts his hand once again in victory. The camera zooms in on the new PAW Champion, confetti still flying, and then fades to black.
PHILO: Here he is, the sadistic one. Tapanga Britt, Johnny Raike and Alex Cross, his path to the finals has been almost a who’s who of Pure Amusements greatest competitors.
CHARISSA: God that scornful look… I’m sold. Take me Stevie, take me!
PHILO: I’d be careful with your choice of words there, Charissa.
CHARISSA: Oh right, yeah. Well there’s something sexy about a man who takes what he wants and who has the ambition to cut through the roster with such ruthlessness.
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!
PHILO: Well then dry those panties off because here comes another man who has made a name out of cutting through the roster with pure ruthlessness!
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. 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. He knocks his head to the left & 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 awaiting for the start of the match.
PHILO: This will be a tough match up for Harris. Coming in at Six foot eleven and holding a 130 pound advantage, Press marks a change in opponent for Stevie who’s primarily fought women and men smaller than him to here.
CHARISSA: Doesn’t matter, Hashtag I’m With Stevie!
PHILO: Press is coming into this match with an impressive four and one record. That one loss was the infamous screwjob on Wicked 2 where he accepted a briefcase stuffed full of cash from Cross Recoba to lay down. That was followed up with a Class A BombTrax beatdown of The Fox. Since then he’s racked up wins over former Ace of Pure Amusement, Luke Knux and Jack Swanson as well as a dominant statement at Wicked 5 against Cross Recoba.
The two men are standing toe to toe in the ring. Stevie’s ripped off his shirt and thrown it on the ground in between them, a defiant statement that he won’t back down. The height difference is quite noticeable but neither man acts like they care.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Once again, this match will be No Disqualification, No Count Out, All Contracted Pure Amusement Wrestling employees are banned from ringside or any participation in the match… There Must Be A Winner as this is your main event. This is the finals of the sixteen competitor tournament. This is for the FIRST EVER PURE AMUSEMENT WRESTLING CHAMPION.
CHARISSA: How many times do you think that needs to be repeated, Philo?
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: INTRODUC…
Harris shoves her and kicks Press in between the legs! Ref, seeing chaos about to unfold calls for the bell forgoing introductions and helps shield Rhonda Armstrong.
CHARISSA: These rules are confusing. Banned from ringside but no DQ? What’s to stop Flaming Youth or Johnny Raike from coming out here?
PHILO: Well, I assume he wants to stay employed.
Press hadn’t fallen completely, resting on one knee from the groin strike. Stevie lands a couple of lefts and rights as the crowd starts a loud I’m With Stevie chant. Harris pulls Press in and delivers a quick snap DDT to the man who was on a knee, fully taking him down. Stevie acts like he’s going to go for a grounded headlock but switches it up and simply puts two hands around Press’s throat.
PHILO: What is it with this guy and strangling people?
CHARISSA: Duh, it’s his finishing move. I thought you were a wrestling encyclopaedia? Did someone rip the psychology page out of your book?
PHILO: Did someone rip the Psycho page out of your book?
Press is strong and grabs Stevie’s arms, using his reach to force his opponent off of him before any real damage can be done. He drags Harris and himself up, clutching Stevie’s biceps. Press releases one of them and uses his impressive strength to pull Stevie into him, throwing the shoulder into his opponents head. It knocks Harris to the ground, who slowly starts to get up. Press grabs him by the back of his head to pull him all the way up again. He whips Stevie hard into the turnbuckle, running in after him with a corner lariat attempt that’s ducked. The big man stumbles around to catch Harris running at him. Stevie tries for some form of jumping knee strike but he’s caught mid air and twisted around for a sidewalk slam!
PHILO: BAM! That’s how it’s done!
A loud BombTrax chant starts to take hold of the crowd now. He thinks about going for the pin but knows it’s too early. He pulls Stevie up, shoving his head between his legs and calling for the powerbomb! Press lifts him up and around, before slamming Harris back down to the mat with ease! He holds onto the move and impressively brings Stevie back up. He lifts him up high and before he can bring him back down Harris shoves his thumbs into Press’s eyes! Press tries to follow through with the move to make him stop but he doesn’t get the same level of force. Once they’ve landed, Harris releases but it’s taken a toll on Press. Stevie slowly rolls to his feet and takes the opportunity to sneak up behind Press and lock in the Stranglehold (Sleeperhold) !
It’s locked in but Press is able to climb to his feet, leaving Harris dangling off his neck. He steps backwards towards the corner, slamming Harris into it He steps forward then comes back in to slam Stevie. This time Harris is able to place a foot on the ropes, allowing himself to climb the ropes and jump down to the apron with the hold still in place! One foot is placed on the middle rope with the other being used to knee Press in between the shoulders, applying as much pressure as possible!
CHARISSA: That’s it! End him Stevie, end him before another poor announce table is ruined!
Press has one arm trying to create space around his neck while the other is reaching back, trying to get a hold of Stevie. He’s struggling but his hand clasps onto the loose fabric on Harris’s pants. Press is able to pull the knee, forcing a release in pressure. He keep at it and soon Stevie’s grip is slipping. Stevie’s grip breaks and with just one foot on the middle rope, he falls backwards out of the ring… his leg being caught by Press midfall! Press impressively drags him back up and over the ropes. Harris is screaming, pleading as he’s helpless. He tries kicking but Press grabs the other leg to pull him up in a powerbomb position once more! Press lifts him up but Stevie wiggles free, pushing himself over the big man’s head. He falls behind Press and runs the ropes, coming back just as Press turns with a vicious lariat!
PHILO: Ouch! That took his head off!
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THRKickout!
Press can’t believe it but Stevie’s already crawling to his feet. Press decides to help him out, dragging him up and forcing him into the corner. He takes a step back and comes back in with a back elbow that sends Stevie stumbling out. He takes across the ring, running the ropes and coming back with a Sudden Stop attempt that’s ducked by Stevie! Press stumbles into the corner as Harris scrambles forward to get clear. He stands and turns BOOM!
PHILO: SUDDEN STOP!
CHARISSA: NO
The big man of the BombTrax covers Stevie, hooking the leg as the crowd chants along.
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KICKOUT!
CHARISSA: YES! The match continues!
Stevie somehow kicked out, his face a bloody mess after the Sudden Stop seemed to explode his nose. Press falls back, leaning against the bottom rope momentarily. He watches as the bloody man in front of him tries to crawl towards the ropes. Press continues to watch as Harris tries to pull himself up but collapses as his hand is covered in blood, which caused the hand to slide violently along the rope when he tried to grip it. Press continues to watch as Harris instead slings his legs out of the ring, getting his feet planted on stable ground. Press continues to watch as Stevie drops to a knee, out of his sight.
PHILO: What’s he… Oh, Jesus, no. The noose is BANNED. Get security, police, anyone!
Stevie emerges from under the ring with the noose, slinging it into the ring. Press takes this as the perfect time to get up, grapping the noose and standing in the middle of the ring, menacingly holding it as it dangles back and forth. Harris rolls in but before they can continue A Ref starts trying to free the noose from Press’s hands. Press doesn’t want to give it up and a quick struggle begins. He finally relents and with that, his attention’s focused back on Stevie who’s snuck up on him with a running brass knuckle shot!
PHILO: Brass knuckles! We saw Stevie and Lola play havoc with them a few shows ago.
As Ref’s throwing the rope out to the time keeper, Stevie begins to work on Press, peppering him with body shots and the occasional shot to the face with the weapon in hand. He keeps this up, screaming random things at the big man to add insult to injury. The only thing that stops him is Harris standing and taking his belt off.
CHARISSA: Whoa, things are getting sexy.
Harris folds his belt in half and begins to lay belt shots over the abdomen of his opponent. He turns the belt around so that the buckle of the belt is connecting with each blow!
PHILO: I feel like I’m going to be sick. I thought this was a wrestling match.
He steps back, releasing one half of the belt so it falls. Press tries to roll out of the ring but as he’s doing so, Stevie loops the belt through the buckle and slips the loop around Press’s neck with his makeshift noose!
Stevie uses it to drag Press closer to the centre of the ring and starts to really wrench it in. Press’s legs and arms swing wildly, one hand is able to slip in under the belt but it’s not enough as Stevie places the belt over his shoulder to increase the pressure. Stevie yells at the ref, telling him to do his job.
PHILO: A Ref’s asking Press if he wants to quit but the big guy’s still fighting!
CHARISSA: He should give up. They made a rule to keep Stevie down but he’s worked a way around it with the belt. There’s no stopping him tonight.
The belt is pulled tight as Press starts to fade. A sudden surge of strength pulses through him and in a last ditch attempt, Press pulls himself to one knee. Harris stands and turns, still applying pressure but trying to get Press back down where he has the advantage. Press proves that all those lunges weren’t for nothing and pulls himself to his feet with the weight of Stevie Harris pulling the noose tighter and tighter. He takes a step forward and tries to whip the belt forward but Harris kicks him in the back of the leg as he tries, forcing him to collapse again. Press’s face is beginning to change colour. The fans are having Johnny Raike flashbacks as the Im With Stevie chants start to die down in favour of Let’s Go Press! He’s back to a knee again and with a massive burst of strength, Press Jones is able to whip the belt and throw Stevie Harris off of him. Stevie stumbles into the ropes and as he hits them, Press connects with a Sudden Stop that sends Stevie toppling out of the ring!
PHILO: Press is exhausted, look at him.
CHARISSA: He just collapsed in the ring. These man are lucky there must be a winner or there’d be a chance of a double count out.
Ref checks out of the ring and sees that Harris is moving on the ground. He goes to check on Press who’s laid out in the middle of the ring, slapping his face to wake the man up. After two Press is back with us and slowly taking the belt off of his neck. Outside Stevie’s pulling himself up against the guardrail as a group of fans closest to him jeer his efforts. Press begins to roll out of the ring on the other side, the belt still in hand. His legs are shaking as he tries to step but he maintains control, wrapping the belt around his fist as he starts to move. Harris, his face and singlet a mess of blood, stays hunched over the guardrail, still feeling the effects of the Sudden Stop.
PHILO: Press is uncoiling that belt. He’s got wicked intentions in mind as he sees Harris bent over in prime whipping position!
As Press approaches, he leans back with the belt in hand. He brings it around to strike Stevie but one of the fans leaps over the guardrail and blocks the shot, taking the full force of it across his face to protect Stevie! Press is shocked as another fan leaps over the barrier and runs at him. Press grabs him and tosses him to the side. He turns back just in time to see that Stevie’s grabbed one of their chairs and it’s coming down hard towards his face. Harris spreads his arms wide, chair in one hand and looks out at the crowd, a large portion of them starting the I’m With Stevie chant back up!
PHILO: I’m getting a bad feeling about this crowd. One of them just sacrificed himself to save Stevie. Another tried to attack Press, we’ve all heard the rumors about Stevie’s lifestyle.
Harris slams the chair edge across Press’s neck, holding it to cut the air flow once again. Security and a medic have made their way down to ringside, escorting the two fans backstage. The bloody faced Harris watches on with a grin over his devious face, his minions having served their purpose. He releases the chair and heads towards the ring, looking under it and once again pulling a large noose out!
CHARISSA: Can’t DQ him for using a banned weapon, baby!
Ref slides out of the ring and tries to take the noose away from Stevie but Harris lays him out with a right hook before turning his attention back to Press. He slips the noose around his neck and throws the other half of the rope into the ring. Press is helpless to stop him as Stevie climbs in and slowly begins to pull on the rope. He’s got Press dragged over to the apron and keeps pulling, forcing his body up. The 6 foot 11 giant’s feet are on the ground for a long time before he’s straightened out.
PHILO: Surely someone’s allowed to come out here to stop this? Anybody?
Nobody comes but it doesn’t matter as Press places a leg up on the apron and pulls himself up. Harris is stunned but doesn’t give up, yanking the rope to try to pull Press in. Press simple throws a leg over the top rope and grabs the rope, entering into a tug of war in the middle of the ring. Stevie’s.
CHARISSA: Press doesn’t have the strength. Stevie’s worn him out too much.
Almost on cue with the commentary, Press gives it one extra pull and it’s enough to send Stevie flying into him. Press catches him incoming and lifts him up high with a military press, dropping Stevie with a thud. He pulls the noose off of his neck and turns his attention to Stevie, picking him up and lifting the man up onto his shoulder, throwing him into the turnbuckle for a Snake Eyes! Stevie’s head jolts back and he stumbles right into the waiting arms of Press. Head between his legs, Press turns and then executes the Press Release Powerbomb clear in the middle of the ring! He falls on top and hooks the leg.
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PHILO: Ref’s still out! Why do we only have one referee??? One, two, three. It’s all over come on get up Ref!
Press rolls off, he can see that no one’s coming so he rolls to the outside and grabs a hold of A Ref, pulling him up and tossing him into the ring. He grabs a hold of the chair that’s laying on the ground and tosses it into the ring with wicked intentions. As he tries to climb back into the ring another fan has jumped the guardrail, this one a middle aged women. She grabs a hold of Press’s leg and tries to stop him from entering the ring but he kicks her back as two security guards come running through the crowd to tackler her to the ground. She’s screaming about Harris as they drag her to the back.
PHILO: I hope they’ve got a big holding cell backstage for these loons.
Shrugging it off with a grin, Press rolls into the ring and grabs the chair. “Press” chants start to fill the arena as he stuffs the chair into the corner, wedging it between the top and middle rope. He turns to find Stevie once again clawing his way up to his feet. Press takes him by the back of the head and throws the man head first into the chair, leaving a bloody smear mark over the impacted spot. He pulls Harris back and throws the smaller man head first into the corner once again! Stevie collapses in the seeing that Ref is still lying motionless, Press decides to rest Stevie’s head against the chair. Crossing the ring, Press builds up a head of steam as he runs in and rams his knee as hard and fast into the side of Stevie’s head as humanly possible!
CHARISSA: If this were a cartoon, that chair would have a perfect imprint of Stevie’s face.
PHILO: I think it might actually…
Press pulls Stevie out and signals for another Press Release Powerbomb, pointing out to the ring as well. He pulls Stevie up in the centre of the ring and starts making his way towards the ropes.
CHARISSA: This is how he ended Cross Recoba’s career, somebody stop him!
Before he can release, more fans have jumped over the guardrail and into the path of the falling Stevie Harris, breaking his fall. Press is enraged, the move would have taken Stevie out for good but they ruined it.
PHILO: Oh my god, more people are crossing the barrier. 10, 15 maybe? I thought he only had a couple of followers?
Press braces himself as the so-called fans storm the ring. He takes them out with lariats and Sudden Stops, incapacitating anyone who comes near him. He grabs the chair at one stage and begins to swing for the fences, taking out intruder after intruder, clearing the ring as the adrenaline begins to take over in a show of force. One of them grabs his leg while two leap on him. He’s starting to succumb to the numbers, dropping to one knee. Press drops the chair and grabs two of them by their necks, lifting them up with an impressive double chokeslam! The one grabbing his leg is the only one still moving in the ring so Press lifts him up over his shoulders in a press and runs towards the ropes, tossing the man out onto the concrete.
PHILO: That looked like a Plan Z for Stevie Harris and Press just dismantled his following without breaking a sweat!
Press turns just in time to see Stevie Harris running at him. Press swings at him with the chair, which is ducked. Stevie hits the ropes and comes back with an elbow that sends Press reeling. The chair falls from his grip as Harris runs in with a leaping knee strike. Press is in shock as Stevie follows it up with a fast neckbreaker, taking them both down. Stevie tries to get Press in a seated position and locks in the Stranglehold once again. On the otherside of the ring Ref is slowly getting up, resting in the corner. Press struggles to fight out of the Stranglehold but he’s able to flip Stevie over to the mat. Harris is quick back up and ducks around, jumping up to lock the Stranglehold in once again. Press runs backwards and into the corner, slamming Harris off of him. He sees the chair and leans forward to pick it up. Stevie is back like a pest and leaps on Press again, trying to lock the Stranglehold in. Press is inches away from the chair, finding a way to clutch it. He swings it back and it connects with the back of Harris’s head. Stevie stumbles back and catches the chair as Press throws it at him. BOOM! Sudden Stop into the chair! Press rolls Stevie up as Ref leaps forward to count the pin.
PHILO: Oh my God! This could be it!
CHARISSA: Stevie, Noooooo!!
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PHILO: PRESS IS THE NEW PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
CHARISSA: I can't believe it! Does this mean I have to take back all that shit I've said about him? Oh, no!
PHILO: I don't know anything about that, but now that the match is officially over, here comes Lola down the rampway!
Both men are negligent to get up, but Press is able to roll over, and crawl towards the far turnbuckle for leverage. Stevie lay flat on his back, staring up at the lights with a look of anguish and bewilderment smeared across his bloody face. Lola hits the ring, grabbing Stevie by the arm, and half drags the man towards the edge of the ring. Once there, she pulls him out onto his feet, throwing his arm over her shoulder to support some of his weight.
Meanwhile, Press has finally regained his footing, and he stumbles forwards to the center of the ring rubbing his aching neck. When A-Ref approaches him with the PAW Heavyweight Championship belt, Press just stares at it for a moment, not completely sure that any of this is real. It only takes him a moment before he reaches out tentatively and takes the championship by the leather strap, all while continuing to stare at it. A-Ref takes him by his other wrist, and then hoists his hand up in the air as high as he can reach, signifying Press as the victor.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, and your NEW PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.....PRESSSSSS!!!
Halfway up the ramp, Stevie Harris shoves Lola away from him, dismissing her aide so that he can turn back towards the ring to witness what he had just heard. Several emotions pass over the madman's face in that moment. Hurt, disappointment, rage, and then finally settles on scornful. He flashes a wicked grin through blood stained teeth, spits on the rampway, and then turns to continue his exit.
Back in the ring, Press simply holds the championship out in front of him with both hands, before stumbling back into a corner, clutching the title to his chest with a victorious grin. He looks out to the crowd, who are all on their feet cheering and clapping, and he nods, before turning and clumsily climbing to the second rope, hoisting the title high over his head. An explosion goes off overhead, and confetti begins to rain down on the scene, as Press continues his celebration. Just as he's about to drop back down to the canvas, Youth suddenly appears, and when he turns and see's his friend, he almost loses it. Youth rushes at Press, and the two men embrace, the past 15 long years culminating in this one championship moment. The fans are deafening at this point, as Youth steps back from Press, takes the big man by the wrist, and lifts his hand once again in victory. The camera zooms in on the new PAW Champion, confetti still flying, and then fades to black.