Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 15:18:36 GMT
PERCY: Wow! Looks like Lady Munin got a measure of revenge on GZW's Joshua Samson after some of his antics on Twitter. And what about her huge announcement! Not only does PAW and GZW go head to head at Heat Stroke in a six man tag, but she's going to be the guest Referee!
CAT: Yeah, the whole thing looks like a bedazzling situation, Percy.
Percy glances over at Cat with a sidelong expression, before turning back to the camera and plunging forward with his duties.
PERCY: Well, folks, it's time for the Main Event!
CAT: I can't wait! We got three sexy men and an woolly mammoth!
PERCY: Maybe, but Johnny could come out at Ruby again. That would would make things interesting!
CAT: You're right! What are we waiting for! Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening, and is a Tag Match scheduled for one fall!
"When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won't regret when the sun sets
Cause I live MY LIFE like I'm a beast
I'm a mothafucking beast"
"Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire"
"I'm a motherfucking beast"
As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!
As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.
I'ma motherfucking beast
I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'm a motherfucking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street
Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.
I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.
I'm a motherfucking beast!
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell looks like he's ready for action. It will be interesting to see how he coexists with his tag partner here tonight considering the animosity they've exhibited in the past.
CAT: Well, I for one hope they don't get along. I'm all about the blood and guts, Percy, and I'm looking forward to when this whole thing breaks down into a blood bath.
Bullet For My Valentine's "Your Betrayal" begins to split the arena's speakers, and it takes only a few seconds before the 'Martyr of Pro Wrestling', Calvin Harris, strolls out onto the stage, the Titans of the Midway Championship firmly around his waist. He lets a casual hand rest across the top of the face plate as he scans the crowd with a smug expression, before throwing both hands out at his sides, encouraging the boos that were forthcoming.
After a few seconds he lowers his arms, and begins making his way down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his partner, coming all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling, and is the current Titans of the Midway Champion.......CALVIN HARRIS!
Calvin casually makes his way down to the ring, chuckling at the booing fans, and patting the championship around his waist for good measure. When he reaches ringside, he reaches out, grabbing the middle rope, and in one fluid motion, pulls himself up onto the ring apron, and through the ropes into the ring. When he comes up he swiftly takes a neutral corner as O'Donnell watches on, and throws his hands out at his side again, tilting his head back a bit so as to soak in the jeers and insults being thrown his way. He obnoxiously grins as his hands return to his sides, and he hops down off the turnbuckle. He looks over to O'Donnell with that same grin, and pats his championship as a message to the #1 Contender.
PERCY: Calvin Harris in no uncertain terms letting CJ O'Donnell know that he made it to gold here in PAW before he did.
CAT: God, you could stir the tension in the ring with a wooden spoon! It would be like a hate stew!
'Pure Morning' by Placebo blares through out the arena, and the fans erupt as Johnny Raike emerges from the back, casually strolling towards ringside. He scans the crowd, trailing his finger over his chest with a Cheshire grin, and waves at a group of Ruby Ridge supporters holding up signs.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, first...coming from Astoria, Queens, New York, and weighting in at 195 pounds....He is The Sissy Boy Savior, The Thigh High Thriller, The Most Liberated Man In Wrestling.....JOHNNY RAIKE!!
Just as Johnny reaches the ring he notices a pair of attractive fans in the front row, and he bites his fist playfully before sauntering over and leaning against the guard rail to chat with them. From inside the ring Harris shakes his head in disgust as O'Donnell watches both men warily, even though one is supposed to be his partner for tonight. After passing the couple one of his 'Kissing Booth' cards, he finally turns his attention to the ring where he steps up onto the steps, but pauses before fully entering.
PERCY: Looks like Johnny is going to wait for back up.
CAT: Probably a good idea. And why does he never come over in this direction and pass out one of those 'kissing booth' cards? What? I'm not good enough!
While Cat complains about her love life, the light go dim as the opening salvo of 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent crackles over the Stopher Gym. The fans remain on their feet, lighters thrust into the air, while red strobe lights flash overhead until finally uniting to settle upon the entrance. The curtain peels back, and Press appears on the stage wearing black leather pants, a BombTrax t-shirt, and the PAW Heavyweight Championship casually slung over his shoulder. In his left hand he carries a black steel folding chair with the words 'Press Pass' written across the seat, and he chokes up on it as he surveys the two men in the ring in front of him.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his partner, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, and weighting in at 365 pounds, he is one half of The BombTrax, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion....This is PRESS!!!
With little in the way of playing up the crowd he stalks down the ramp until he reaches ring side, where he tosses the Chair down in his and Johnny's corner, before climbing up on the ring apron. He looks over to Raike, who shrugs, and both enter the ring to face their opponents. Neither Harris or O'Donnell have made their way over to a corner yet, opting to stand apart from one another and stare at the two men across the ring from them.
PERCY: Well this should be interesting, as Press and Johnny converse casually in their corner, while Harris and O'Donnell seem like they are worlds apart.
CAT: Hey, those two will do what needs to be done when the time comes. No one wants a loss going into those epic matches that are scheduled for Heat Stroke.
PERCY: Maybe they heard you, Cat, cause Harris just unstrapped himself of the Titans of the Midway Championship and handed it to the ring attendant, and is walking over to where O'Donnell is.
Harris steps up to O'Donnell, and says something smug, which CJ responds in kind. The two begin to jaw back and forth with one another, neither apparently willing to get out of the ring so that the match can start. Finally, Harris shrugs, a smug expression on his face as he steps past CJ and slips between the ropes to the apron. Over in the other corner, the team of Press and Raike play a competitive game of rock, paper, scissors, to which Raike wins with a tantalizing paper over rock. Press can be seen mouthing a mock, 'damn it', before smirking to the crowd and exiting into his corner. As Raike and O'Donnell begin to circle one another, A-Ref calls for the bell.
PERCY: Well, it looks like CJ O'Donnell and Johnny Raike are going to kick this match off. I wonder what Harris' motives were for finally conceding to CJ?
CAT: If we're lucky, Percy, we're going to find out the answer to that question as this match unfolds.
As Raike and O'Donnell move in to tie up, O'Donnell swiftly moves in with a go behind, wrapping his arms around Johnny's waist, and without letting go he lifts him up and drops both of them down to the canvas. CJ quickly floats over Raike to end up infront of him, and locks him into a front face lock. Raike, not to be held down, almost immediately forces O'Donnell back up to a standing position, though he refuses to release the face lock. Raike searches for a counter, finally settling on grabbing CJ by the ankle, and yanking the leg out from under him. To keep his balance on his remaining foot CJ is forced to release the hold, and Raike takes the opportunity to slip behind him, still holding the ankle, and forces CJ face first down to the mat. Raike tries to lock in a single leg Boston Crab, but CJ squirms enough to eventually flip over onto his back, and pushes Raike off of him with his free foot. Raike hits against the ropes, and rebounds just as CJ rolls up to his feet, forcing him to leap frog the Thigh High Thriller. Raike rebounds once more, as CJ lowers his head for a back body drop, but Johnny rolls right across his back to land on his feet behind him. CJ spins only to find himself walking into a stiff buzzsaw like kick to his outer thigh.
PERCY: That kick by Johnny Raike caused O'Donnell to recoil a bit, but I think there's more where that came from.
CAT: Looks like it's time for Johnny to put those fancy feet of his to work. I hear he's just as good on them as he is off of them, so it should be awesome!
Percy casts Cat a sidelong glance before returning his attention to the ring where Johnny Raike fires in another kick to the same thigh. This forces O'Donnell to drop to one knee, and Raike waists little time driving another kick, this time with the other foot, into CJ's other hip. O'Donnell drops down to both knee's now, and Raike unloads on him with kick after kick to the chest that echoes through out the arena like a chop. The fans come to their feet in cheers as O'Donnell swivels back and forth like a bobble head, before Raike ends the flurry with short round house that catches the Irishman flush in the jaw. CJ thunders down to the mat holding his chest and jaw, as Raike drops down for the early cover.
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PERCY: Easy kick out for O'Donnell. He won't be put away that easily.
CAT: Who's to say that Johnny was really trying to put him away. Sometimes an early pin is just a way of getting inside of someone's head. A Psyche out.
PERCY: Whatever it is, Raike is in control as he helps O'Donnell to his feet.
Johnny Raike takes O'Donnell by the wrist and fires him into a neutral corner, following him in with a running knee lift that drives deep into the turnbuckles. He rares back with a chop, then another, then another that's so loud that the crowd is forced to gasp and 'oooo'. Finally, he takes him by the hand, and with a few backwards steps of his own, sends him hurtling towards the opposite side. He quickly follows him in like before, but this time O'Donnell is quick to change directions, as he grabs the top rope coming in and catapults himself up and over to land safely on the ring apron next to the turnbuckle. The oncoming Johnny Raike throws his foot out, and catches the middle turnbuckle, keeping himself from crashing into the corner chest first, but is unable to fend off the vicious right hands from O'Donnell on the apron. Once O'Donnell has Raike reeling, he grabs the Most Liberated Man in Wrestling by the scruff of the neck, and drives him face first several times into the top turnbuckle. Dazed, Raike allows O'Donnell to spin him around to where he can lean into the corner, while CJ begins to dart up the ropes. When he arrives on his perch, he sits down on the top turnbuckle, and hooks Raike around the head for what looks like a dragon sleeper but Raike shows an amazing amount of flexibility when one of his feet comes up off the mat to strike O'Donnell right in the face. O'Donnell shakes the cobwebs, retaining the hold, only to catch another boot. Then another.
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell finally has to let loose of that dragon sleeper from the top. Looked like he might have wanted to go for a spinning inverted DDT, which would have been devestating, but Raike wouldn't allow it. OH SHIT!
Raike takes a few steps out of the corner to put distance between him and O'Donnell, but quickly turns, rushing back towards the danger only to spring up to the top rope beside O'Donnell, and damn near take his head off with a modified Inzuguri. As Raike hits the mat inside the ring, O'Donnell's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he falls right off the top rope to the concrete below.
PERCY: JOHNNY RAIKE WITH A DEATH DEFYING MOVE THERE, and CJ O'Donnell is sent to a gruesome landing out here on the floor.
CAT: Heh-Heh....Splat!
Raike picks himself up off the mat, and slips through the ropes to the outside where O'Donnell landed. CJ crawls towards the guard rail to pull himself up, and Raike assists him before taking him by the hand, and attempting to whip him towards the nearest ring post. Before he can actually execute this, O'Donnell reaches up and drives a thumb into Raike's eyes, causing the Sissyboy Savior to recoil and clutch at his brow. The Irishman stumbles forward, grabbing Raike around the head and takes a running go, driving him face first into the ring post that had been intended for him.
PERCY: Wow! That'll scramble a few brain cells.
CAT: Yeah, and just a few seconds ago it looked like O'Donnell was trying to stick his finger in there to check and see if there were any.
O'Donnell scoops Raike up off the floor and shoots him back into the ring over near his corner, and then follows him back in. As soon as CJ gets up to his feet to commence with whatever he has planned, Calvin Harris reaches out, and forcefully tags himself in by slapping O'Donnell across the shoulders.
CAT: Seems like Harris wants into the match.
PERCY: Maybe so, but O'Donnell doesn't much care for how he interjected himself.
As Harris gets in the ring, O'Donnell steps right up into his face, and the two begin to jaw with one another as A-Ref tries to worm his way between them. Harris finally breaks the stare down, and steps past O'Donnell, making a 'shooing' motion with his hand towards the Irishman. CJ starts to react, but A-Ref is there, slapping his hands together to indicate that a tag was made, and forcing O'Donnell out of the ring.
PERCY: Well if that's how this is going to go every time those two make a tag, this match is going to be interesting.
In the meantime, Johnny Raike has made his way over into a neutral corner, and Harris steps in with a vicious boot to the man's midsection, followed by a stiff right hand. He continues with the fist-o-cuffs until Raike is driven down into a seated position, his back resting against the bottom and middle turnbuckle. Harris takes a few steps back, and then rushes forwards, throwing both feet out in front of him to nail Johnny right in the chest with a short Drop Kick that hammers him in the corner.
PERCY: Innovative drop kick by Harris to Raike, just crushing him between his momentum and the turnbuckles.
CAT: That could crush a man's pelvis or sternum.
Raike clutches at his midsection as he falls out of the corner and rolls towards the center of the ring, while Calvin Harris turns so that his back is facing the turnbuckles, and then pushes up onto the second rope.
PERCY: Harris is perched up there on the second turnbuckle, and Raike is trying to pull himself up to his feet....he just looked up and saw Harris as he leaps....OH! HURRICANRANA BY HARRIS ONTO RAIKE, AND HE HOOKED THE LEGS FOR THE PIN UPON LANDING IT!
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Thre-Raike thrusts his shoulder up to break the count, and Harris shakes his head in disappointment as he pulls the American Wet Dream up to his feet and hooks him around the head for what looks like a suplex. He lifts Raike up into the vertical position, but somehow Johnny is able to shift position and spin around to land on his feet behind Harris. He swiftly drops down, hooking Harris between the legs, and rolls him up into a school boy pin.
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PERCY: Harris kicks out of that pin attempt by Raike, and thunders to his feet, and starts reigning down the stomps on Raike! This is a mugging!
CAT: Press is just yelling at the Ref from over in their corner. Why isn't the big lummox getting in there and putting a stop to this!
PERCY: Maybe because both men knew what they were getting into when they took this match, and he doesn't want to get his team disqualified.
With one final boot to the top of Raike's head, Harris pauses to look over at the big man and mouth something, before turning back to his own partner with a smug expression. O'Donnell points at Harris to stay on top of Raike, but the Martyr of Pro Wrestling steps closer to O'Donnell and starts jawing with him as well.
PERCY: Calvin Harris is being a complete ass, and he doesn't seem to notice Raike making his way over to his own corner!
CAT: That fool better turn around!
Harris turns around just in time to see Raike slap Press' hand, and the big man swing his leg up and over the ropes to enter the ring. The surprise wears off quickly as he rushes at Press, who side steps him, and slaps him on the back to add to his momentum. Harris rebounds off the ropes and attempts a cross body, but finds himself brought to a dead stop in the clutches of the Champion. Harris' expression is one of dismay as Press stalks around the ring with him in tow, before finally lurching forward to land firmly on top of him with all of his girth.
PERCY: JESUS!
CAT: I know we've said it a lot in this match, but.......SPLAT!
Press pops back up to his feet, back peddles to the ropes for momentum, and then springs back, dropping a heavy elbow down across Harris' chest. Calvin's eyes bulge out of his sockets as he sucks air into his lungs, and press remains casually draped across him for a cover.
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PERCY: Harris able to pop the shoulder up to break the count, and Press now rising to his feet, and pulling Harris by a handful of hair to his. I don't think anyone knows exactly what man handling feels like until they are in the ring against someone that massive!
CAT: The only kind of manhandling I appreciate is in the bedroom, Percy. That big bastard is doing something else.
With one shove Press sends Harris crashing into the corner, and he wades in with a stiff left to the ribs, followed by a right to the jaw. Harris looks waylaid as Press takes him by the wrist, and then sends him careening towards the far side. Despite being pummeled, Calvin has the where-with-all to bring himself to a stop by hopping up to the second rope, and as Press comes rushing in to squash the smaller man, he uses that rope to give himself some spring, turns, and drives a superman like punch down into the big mans face taking them both down to the mat.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE TO THE CHAMPION!!
CAT: Looks like Doomsday just met Superman!
Press lies flat on his back holding his jaw as Harris rolls over to the nearest ropes, and uses them to pull himself up. What he doesn't realize is that he's come dangerously close to his corner, which he realizes when he feels a slap to the back of his head. He spins ready to brawl as O'Donnell hops over the ropes into the ring with a smirk, and gives him the 'shooing' motion he had received earlier. A-Ref interjects, and talks Calvin Harris out of the ring as O'Donnell turns his sights on his opponent at Heat Stroke. Not even giving Press the chance to get to one knee, CJ rushes at the big man, leaps into the air, and brings his foot down on the back of his head, driving him face first down into the canvas with a curb stomp.
PERCY: IRISH KISS!! Jesus, Press has taken two signatures back to back, and O'Donnell would love to put him away here, giving him all the momentum going into Heat Stroke.
CAT: I'd just like to point out that Press has taken Irish Knowledge at least twice now, but hasn't landed one Press Release Powerbomb on O'Donnell. Sounds to me like he's already got the momentum.
PERCY: Hush, he's going for the cover!
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Thre-Just before A-Ref's hand can slap the mat, Press' shoulder shoots off the canvas, breaking the count. O'Donnell pops up to get in A-Refs face, arguing with him, while Press rolls over to the ropes to gain some leverage. O'Donnell doesn't waste much time with his argument before turning back to deal with his opponent, driving home a few vicious rights to keep him reeling. CJ takes Press by the wrist, and moves to whip him across the ring, but the big man easily reverses this, sending the Irishman instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and ducks a sloppy clothesline, and comes back once more to duck the back elbow. As he comes back for a third pass, the big man ducks his head for a back body drop, but O'Donnell hooks him around the head and spikes him off the mat with a DDT.
PERCY: Big DDT out of O'Donnell, and....OH! Harris just slapped O'Donnell on the shoulder when he got to close to the corner, and A-Ref's allowing it as a tag!
CAT: These guys need to get on the same page, or they are going to lose this thing.
O'Donnell and Harris come nose to nose this time, and A-Ref has to physically force himself between them, pointing CJ towards the apron, and pointing Harris towards Press. O'Donnell spits on the canvas, and then steps through the ropes while Harris smirks, and turns his attention to the half on his feet champion. He swaggers over to make a grab for the big man's hair when Press suddenly shoves Harris' hands away from him, grabs him around the waist, and then lifts him up before driving him back down with a massive spine buster.
PERCY: DAMN! That spine buster might have broke Calvin Harris in half!
Press doesn't remain on Harris for the cover, opting to collapse in the direction of his corner, where Johnny Raike awaits him for the hot tag. Press lurches forwards on his hands and knee's, and just as Harris is about to get back to his feet, he slaps the awaiting hand of his partner. Raike clears the ropes with lightening speed, and as Harris raises up to see what's going on, he takes the Martyr of Wrestling's head clear off with a running Yakuza kick. Harris smacks the mat, and more on instinct pops back up, only to receive a stiff front kick to the chest, followed by two more. Raike then takes his dazed opponent by the wrist, fires him into the ropes, turns and winks to the couple in the front row he had spoken to earlier, and then turns just in time to nail Harris with a Pele Kick.
PERCY: Johnny Raike kicking ass, and taking names!
CAT: Yeah, and he's about to win this thing!
Raike drops down for a cover, and A-Ref quickly gets into position.
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Thre-At the last possible second Harris just barely rolls his shoulder up off the mat, and Raike hops up, and shrugs to the crowd who burst out in cheers. Harris tries to get to his feet, but he's helped up by Raike who takes him by the wrist, and shoots him back into the ropes. Harris rebound back, and Johnny catches him off to the side for a tilt-a-whirl, but Harris spins all the way through to land on his feet. Johnny goes for a high kick, which Harris ducks under, traps the leg, grabs hold of Raike, and then takes him over with a release T-Bone Suplex.
PERCY: GOOD LORD! Johnny Raike sent flying across the ring to crash down in his opponents corner, and that looked like a desperation move by Harris to try and put some distance between him and Raike.
CAT: Doesn't matter what it was as long as Calvin gets the chance to rest....both men are down...and it looks like A-Ref is going for the ten count!
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PERCY: Johnny landed kind of awkwardly out of that suplex, but he's rolled over onto his stomach now, and is trying to crawl over to the ropes. I don't think he realizes that he's going to the wrong corner!
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CAT: Yeah, and meanwhile, Harris is sucking in some deep breaths after all those kicks he took from Johnny, but he's got an eye on A-Ref's count.
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Harris rolls up to one knee, and pushes all the way up just as Raike gets to his feet in front of CJ O'Donnell. The Irishman smirks, before driving a hard forearm into Raike's jaw, sending him back down to the mat. Harris stumbles over, and reaches down to grab Raike up, but not before using his free hand to sign #1 right in O'Donnell's face. The #1 Contender's eyes light up, and he tags himself in by slapping the taste right out of Calvin Harris' mouth.
PERCY: OH! Harris recoils, and O'Donnell just hopped into the ring, and started laying the boots to Raike!
CAT: Harris is just standing there holding his jaw in shock, and A-Ref is trying to get him out of the ring.
Harris shakes his head in disbelief, before dropping down to the canvas, and rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. Once there, he stalks forwards like a man possessed towards the time keepers table. He grabs the time keeper by his tie, and shoves him out of his seat, scooping up the steel folding chair, and closing it shut. Meanwhile, in the ring, O'Donnell pulls Raike up to his feet, and shoves him into the ropes, then shoots him to the far side. Or he would have, if Raike hadn't reversed it, and sent O'Donnell instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and on his way back tries to go for a clothesline on Raike, but The Beautiful Nightmare ducks the maneuver, causing CJ to continue on to bounce off the ropes once more. Just as his back hits the ropes for spring, a loud crack thunders through out the arena, and instead of coming back towards the waiting Raike, O'Donnell crumples to his knee's instead.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! CALVIN HARRIS JUST NAILED HIS OWN TAG PARTNER IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
CAT: Well....looks like this match is over.
Harris looks on satisfied with what he's done when Johnny Raike rushes towards that side of the ring, past the downed O'Donnell, and flips over the ropes into a rolling splancha that wipes both him and Harris out. The chair skids across the floor as both men hit the concrete.
PERCY: Raike taking matters into his own hands as he takes out his opponent for Heat Stroke!
CAT: Yeah, and that big bastard we call Champion just swung his leg over the top rope, and is lumbering in the ring!
As Press stalks towards O'Donnell, A-Ref tries to get in his way, but the big man knocks him on his ass in one shove. A-Ref just sits there in shock and dismay, shaking his head 'no', and then reaches over and calls for the bell. Seeing that the time keeper is still knocked silly where Harris left him, he rolls out of the ring, rushes over, and starts banging on the bell himself.
CAT: Does A-Ref really think that making all that racket is actually going to stop this?
PERCY: I don't know, but what else can he do?
Press grabs O'Donnell by the throat, and hoists him right off of his knees into the air, choking him in the center of ring. The bell continues to sound, but he doesn't seem to pay it any attention, if nothing else, the chimes spurring him on to grip even tighter.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match has been deemed a no contest, as both teams have been disqualified!
CAT: Really, Rhonda? No one here would have ever guessed!
PERCY: Cat, could you be serious! This whole situation is out of hand!
Press continues to choke the life out of O'Donnell, until 'The Distinguished' places his fingers into the Champion's eyes, and rakes them savagely. Press drops O'Donnell to the canvas, and stumbles backwards, clutching at his face. CJ gets back to his feet, coughing and fighting for air, but not about to let this opportunity slip him by. He falls back into the ropes, and rockets forward, leaping into the air with his knee extended for Irish Knowledge. At the last second, Press side steps the maneuver, and the Irishman barely has enough time to catch himself before running chest first into the ropes on the opposite side. He turns around to see the big man rushing him this time, throwing his massive boot forwards for a Sudden Stop. CJ lurches forwards into a front roll, slipping right under Press' boot and a ways past him, before rolling back up to his feet. The champion brings his boot down, and skitters to a stop, turning back around with a swinging fist. It connects, but so does the one that CJ was trying for, and both men end up standing toe to toe, despite the obvious size difference, just hammering away at each other. The fans come to their feet in excitement as security comes swarming down to the ring to try and gain some control.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Harris and Raike both make it to their feet at about the same time, but it's Harris who Tee's off on Raike's head, sending him stumbling into the announce table.
PERCY: Security might have Press and O'Donnell separated, but they need to get their asses out here and protect us!
CAT: Fuck this, Percy! I'm too pretty to catch any stray table bits! I'm out of here!
Caitlin tosses her headset on the table, and bails from the announce position as Percival tries to do the same. Harris moves in on the attack, but is met with a stiff boot to the midsection by Johnny Raike, who grabs him by the hair of the head, and tosses him onto the announce tables surface just before hopping up to join him. With a fist full of Calvin's hair, Johnny pulls him up to his feet, and the crowd cheer's wildly as he sets Harris up for a Full Frontal onto the table. Suddenly Harris comes alive with desperation, flailing and striking the best he can at Johnny's ribs. Finally he fights his way up to a standing position, and he waylays Raike with strong right hands. When he feels that Raike is sufficiently dazed, he yanks his head down between his legs, and signals to the crowd for the Art of Betrayal. It's Raike's turn to squirm and struggle, and he somehow worms his way out, driving a forearm into Calvin's midsection, and then snapping upwards to catch the man in the chin with the back of his head. Their skull's striking leaves both men a little groggy, and they stumble backwards dangerously close to their respective edges of the table. They teeter there for a minute, off balance, and then both do a small hop to the side, and throw their boots out for identical super kicks that catches one another right across the jaw. The blows send both competitors careening in different directions off the table and down to the concrete, as security finally works their way around ringside to try and keep them at bay.
In the ring, six men hold Press over in the corner, as another four try and remove O'Donnell from the ring. Suddenly O'Donnell breaks free, diving into the air and into the security holding the big man, driving in a few right hands to the subdued champion. The frazzled security officers rush to O'Donnell, subduing him once more, and pull him away from the champion who struggles against his own detail. Just as they get O'Donnell back to the ropes, Press roars, shoving three of his would be captors to the right, and the other three to the left, before rushing forward and damn near bowling over the four trying to hold O'Donnell. Press manages to get a hold of O'Donnell's hair, and jerks his head forward enough to land a few vicious rights of his own, til once again the officers rush him, this time tackling him all the way down to the mat. They finally manage to pull O'Donnell from the ring, but the challenger and the champion continue to hurl insults and threats. The camera rises from the ring to zoom in on the Heat Stroke banner hanging over the ring entrance, and then switches to the PAW logo. Fade to black.
CAT: Yeah, the whole thing looks like a bedazzling situation, Percy.
Percy glances over at Cat with a sidelong expression, before turning back to the camera and plunging forward with his duties.
PERCY: Well, folks, it's time for the Main Event!
CAT: I can't wait! We got three sexy men and an woolly mammoth!
PERCY: Maybe, but Johnny could come out at Ruby again. That would would make things interesting!
CAT: You're right! What are we waiting for! Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening, and is a Tag Match scheduled for one fall!
"When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won't regret when the sun sets
Cause I live MY LIFE like I'm a beast
I'm a mothafucking beast"
"Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire"
"I'm a motherfucking beast"
As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!
As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.
I'ma motherfucking beast
I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'm a motherfucking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street
Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.
I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.
I'm a motherfucking beast!
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell looks like he's ready for action. It will be interesting to see how he coexists with his tag partner here tonight considering the animosity they've exhibited in the past.
CAT: Well, I for one hope they don't get along. I'm all about the blood and guts, Percy, and I'm looking forward to when this whole thing breaks down into a blood bath.
Bullet For My Valentine's "Your Betrayal" begins to split the arena's speakers, and it takes only a few seconds before the 'Martyr of Pro Wrestling', Calvin Harris, strolls out onto the stage, the Titans of the Midway Championship firmly around his waist. He lets a casual hand rest across the top of the face plate as he scans the crowd with a smug expression, before throwing both hands out at his sides, encouraging the boos that were forthcoming.
After a few seconds he lowers his arms, and begins making his way down the ramp.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his partner, coming all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling, and is the current Titans of the Midway Champion.......CALVIN HARRIS!
Calvin casually makes his way down to the ring, chuckling at the booing fans, and patting the championship around his waist for good measure. When he reaches ringside, he reaches out, grabbing the middle rope, and in one fluid motion, pulls himself up onto the ring apron, and through the ropes into the ring. When he comes up he swiftly takes a neutral corner as O'Donnell watches on, and throws his hands out at his side again, tilting his head back a bit so as to soak in the jeers and insults being thrown his way. He obnoxiously grins as his hands return to his sides, and he hops down off the turnbuckle. He looks over to O'Donnell with that same grin, and pats his championship as a message to the #1 Contender.
PERCY: Calvin Harris in no uncertain terms letting CJ O'Donnell know that he made it to gold here in PAW before he did.
CAT: God, you could stir the tension in the ring with a wooden spoon! It would be like a hate stew!
'Pure Morning' by Placebo blares through out the arena, and the fans erupt as Johnny Raike emerges from the back, casually strolling towards ringside. He scans the crowd, trailing his finger over his chest with a Cheshire grin, and waves at a group of Ruby Ridge supporters holding up signs.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing their opponents, first...coming from Astoria, Queens, New York, and weighting in at 195 pounds....He is The Sissy Boy Savior, The Thigh High Thriller, The Most Liberated Man In Wrestling.....JOHNNY RAIKE!!
Just as Johnny reaches the ring he notices a pair of attractive fans in the front row, and he bites his fist playfully before sauntering over and leaning against the guard rail to chat with them. From inside the ring Harris shakes his head in disgust as O'Donnell watches both men warily, even though one is supposed to be his partner for tonight. After passing the couple one of his 'Kissing Booth' cards, he finally turns his attention to the ring where he steps up onto the steps, but pauses before fully entering.
PERCY: Looks like Johnny is going to wait for back up.
CAT: Probably a good idea. And why does he never come over in this direction and pass out one of those 'kissing booth' cards? What? I'm not good enough!
While Cat complains about her love life, the light go dim as the opening salvo of 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent crackles over the Stopher Gym. The fans remain on their feet, lighters thrust into the air, while red strobe lights flash overhead until finally uniting to settle upon the entrance. The curtain peels back, and Press appears on the stage wearing black leather pants, a BombTrax t-shirt, and the PAW Heavyweight Championship casually slung over his shoulder. In his left hand he carries a black steel folding chair with the words 'Press Pass' written across the seat, and he chokes up on it as he surveys the two men in the ring in front of him.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his partner, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, and weighting in at 365 pounds, he is one half of The BombTrax, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion....This is PRESS!!!
With little in the way of playing up the crowd he stalks down the ramp until he reaches ring side, where he tosses the Chair down in his and Johnny's corner, before climbing up on the ring apron. He looks over to Raike, who shrugs, and both enter the ring to face their opponents. Neither Harris or O'Donnell have made their way over to a corner yet, opting to stand apart from one another and stare at the two men across the ring from them.
PERCY: Well this should be interesting, as Press and Johnny converse casually in their corner, while Harris and O'Donnell seem like they are worlds apart.
CAT: Hey, those two will do what needs to be done when the time comes. No one wants a loss going into those epic matches that are scheduled for Heat Stroke.
PERCY: Maybe they heard you, Cat, cause Harris just unstrapped himself of the Titans of the Midway Championship and handed it to the ring attendant, and is walking over to where O'Donnell is.
Harris steps up to O'Donnell, and says something smug, which CJ responds in kind. The two begin to jaw back and forth with one another, neither apparently willing to get out of the ring so that the match can start. Finally, Harris shrugs, a smug expression on his face as he steps past CJ and slips between the ropes to the apron. Over in the other corner, the team of Press and Raike play a competitive game of rock, paper, scissors, to which Raike wins with a tantalizing paper over rock. Press can be seen mouthing a mock, 'damn it', before smirking to the crowd and exiting into his corner. As Raike and O'Donnell begin to circle one another, A-Ref calls for the bell.
PERCY: Well, it looks like CJ O'Donnell and Johnny Raike are going to kick this match off. I wonder what Harris' motives were for finally conceding to CJ?
CAT: If we're lucky, Percy, we're going to find out the answer to that question as this match unfolds.
As Raike and O'Donnell move in to tie up, O'Donnell swiftly moves in with a go behind, wrapping his arms around Johnny's waist, and without letting go he lifts him up and drops both of them down to the canvas. CJ quickly floats over Raike to end up infront of him, and locks him into a front face lock. Raike, not to be held down, almost immediately forces O'Donnell back up to a standing position, though he refuses to release the face lock. Raike searches for a counter, finally settling on grabbing CJ by the ankle, and yanking the leg out from under him. To keep his balance on his remaining foot CJ is forced to release the hold, and Raike takes the opportunity to slip behind him, still holding the ankle, and forces CJ face first down to the mat. Raike tries to lock in a single leg Boston Crab, but CJ squirms enough to eventually flip over onto his back, and pushes Raike off of him with his free foot. Raike hits against the ropes, and rebounds just as CJ rolls up to his feet, forcing him to leap frog the Thigh High Thriller. Raike rebounds once more, as CJ lowers his head for a back body drop, but Johnny rolls right across his back to land on his feet behind him. CJ spins only to find himself walking into a stiff buzzsaw like kick to his outer thigh.
PERCY: That kick by Johnny Raike caused O'Donnell to recoil a bit, but I think there's more where that came from.
CAT: Looks like it's time for Johnny to put those fancy feet of his to work. I hear he's just as good on them as he is off of them, so it should be awesome!
Percy casts Cat a sidelong glance before returning his attention to the ring where Johnny Raike fires in another kick to the same thigh. This forces O'Donnell to drop to one knee, and Raike waists little time driving another kick, this time with the other foot, into CJ's other hip. O'Donnell drops down to both knee's now, and Raike unloads on him with kick after kick to the chest that echoes through out the arena like a chop. The fans come to their feet in cheers as O'Donnell swivels back and forth like a bobble head, before Raike ends the flurry with short round house that catches the Irishman flush in the jaw. CJ thunders down to the mat holding his chest and jaw, as Raike drops down for the early cover.
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PERCY: Easy kick out for O'Donnell. He won't be put away that easily.
CAT: Who's to say that Johnny was really trying to put him away. Sometimes an early pin is just a way of getting inside of someone's head. A Psyche out.
PERCY: Whatever it is, Raike is in control as he helps O'Donnell to his feet.
Johnny Raike takes O'Donnell by the wrist and fires him into a neutral corner, following him in with a running knee lift that drives deep into the turnbuckles. He rares back with a chop, then another, then another that's so loud that the crowd is forced to gasp and 'oooo'. Finally, he takes him by the hand, and with a few backwards steps of his own, sends him hurtling towards the opposite side. He quickly follows him in like before, but this time O'Donnell is quick to change directions, as he grabs the top rope coming in and catapults himself up and over to land safely on the ring apron next to the turnbuckle. The oncoming Johnny Raike throws his foot out, and catches the middle turnbuckle, keeping himself from crashing into the corner chest first, but is unable to fend off the vicious right hands from O'Donnell on the apron. Once O'Donnell has Raike reeling, he grabs the Most Liberated Man in Wrestling by the scruff of the neck, and drives him face first several times into the top turnbuckle. Dazed, Raike allows O'Donnell to spin him around to where he can lean into the corner, while CJ begins to dart up the ropes. When he arrives on his perch, he sits down on the top turnbuckle, and hooks Raike around the head for what looks like a dragon sleeper but Raike shows an amazing amount of flexibility when one of his feet comes up off the mat to strike O'Donnell right in the face. O'Donnell shakes the cobwebs, retaining the hold, only to catch another boot. Then another.
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell finally has to let loose of that dragon sleeper from the top. Looked like he might have wanted to go for a spinning inverted DDT, which would have been devestating, but Raike wouldn't allow it. OH SHIT!
Raike takes a few steps out of the corner to put distance between him and O'Donnell, but quickly turns, rushing back towards the danger only to spring up to the top rope beside O'Donnell, and damn near take his head off with a modified Inzuguri. As Raike hits the mat inside the ring, O'Donnell's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he falls right off the top rope to the concrete below.
PERCY: JOHNNY RAIKE WITH A DEATH DEFYING MOVE THERE, and CJ O'Donnell is sent to a gruesome landing out here on the floor.
CAT: Heh-Heh....Splat!
Raike picks himself up off the mat, and slips through the ropes to the outside where O'Donnell landed. CJ crawls towards the guard rail to pull himself up, and Raike assists him before taking him by the hand, and attempting to whip him towards the nearest ring post. Before he can actually execute this, O'Donnell reaches up and drives a thumb into Raike's eyes, causing the Sissyboy Savior to recoil and clutch at his brow. The Irishman stumbles forward, grabbing Raike around the head and takes a running go, driving him face first into the ring post that had been intended for him.
PERCY: Wow! That'll scramble a few brain cells.
CAT: Yeah, and just a few seconds ago it looked like O'Donnell was trying to stick his finger in there to check and see if there were any.
O'Donnell scoops Raike up off the floor and shoots him back into the ring over near his corner, and then follows him back in. As soon as CJ gets up to his feet to commence with whatever he has planned, Calvin Harris reaches out, and forcefully tags himself in by slapping O'Donnell across the shoulders.
CAT: Seems like Harris wants into the match.
PERCY: Maybe so, but O'Donnell doesn't much care for how he interjected himself.
As Harris gets in the ring, O'Donnell steps right up into his face, and the two begin to jaw with one another as A-Ref tries to worm his way between them. Harris finally breaks the stare down, and steps past O'Donnell, making a 'shooing' motion with his hand towards the Irishman. CJ starts to react, but A-Ref is there, slapping his hands together to indicate that a tag was made, and forcing O'Donnell out of the ring.
PERCY: Well if that's how this is going to go every time those two make a tag, this match is going to be interesting.
In the meantime, Johnny Raike has made his way over into a neutral corner, and Harris steps in with a vicious boot to the man's midsection, followed by a stiff right hand. He continues with the fist-o-cuffs until Raike is driven down into a seated position, his back resting against the bottom and middle turnbuckle. Harris takes a few steps back, and then rushes forwards, throwing both feet out in front of him to nail Johnny right in the chest with a short Drop Kick that hammers him in the corner.
PERCY: Innovative drop kick by Harris to Raike, just crushing him between his momentum and the turnbuckles.
CAT: That could crush a man's pelvis or sternum.
Raike clutches at his midsection as he falls out of the corner and rolls towards the center of the ring, while Calvin Harris turns so that his back is facing the turnbuckles, and then pushes up onto the second rope.
PERCY: Harris is perched up there on the second turnbuckle, and Raike is trying to pull himself up to his feet....he just looked up and saw Harris as he leaps....OH! HURRICANRANA BY HARRIS ONTO RAIKE, AND HE HOOKED THE LEGS FOR THE PIN UPON LANDING IT!
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Thre-Raike thrusts his shoulder up to break the count, and Harris shakes his head in disappointment as he pulls the American Wet Dream up to his feet and hooks him around the head for what looks like a suplex. He lifts Raike up into the vertical position, but somehow Johnny is able to shift position and spin around to land on his feet behind Harris. He swiftly drops down, hooking Harris between the legs, and rolls him up into a school boy pin.
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PERCY: Harris kicks out of that pin attempt by Raike, and thunders to his feet, and starts reigning down the stomps on Raike! This is a mugging!
CAT: Press is just yelling at the Ref from over in their corner. Why isn't the big lummox getting in there and putting a stop to this!
PERCY: Maybe because both men knew what they were getting into when they took this match, and he doesn't want to get his team disqualified.
With one final boot to the top of Raike's head, Harris pauses to look over at the big man and mouth something, before turning back to his own partner with a smug expression. O'Donnell points at Harris to stay on top of Raike, but the Martyr of Pro Wrestling steps closer to O'Donnell and starts jawing with him as well.
PERCY: Calvin Harris is being a complete ass, and he doesn't seem to notice Raike making his way over to his own corner!
CAT: That fool better turn around!
Harris turns around just in time to see Raike slap Press' hand, and the big man swing his leg up and over the ropes to enter the ring. The surprise wears off quickly as he rushes at Press, who side steps him, and slaps him on the back to add to his momentum. Harris rebounds off the ropes and attempts a cross body, but finds himself brought to a dead stop in the clutches of the Champion. Harris' expression is one of dismay as Press stalks around the ring with him in tow, before finally lurching forward to land firmly on top of him with all of his girth.
PERCY: JESUS!
CAT: I know we've said it a lot in this match, but.......SPLAT!
Press pops back up to his feet, back peddles to the ropes for momentum, and then springs back, dropping a heavy elbow down across Harris' chest. Calvin's eyes bulge out of his sockets as he sucks air into his lungs, and press remains casually draped across him for a cover.
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PERCY: Harris able to pop the shoulder up to break the count, and Press now rising to his feet, and pulling Harris by a handful of hair to his. I don't think anyone knows exactly what man handling feels like until they are in the ring against someone that massive!
CAT: The only kind of manhandling I appreciate is in the bedroom, Percy. That big bastard is doing something else.
With one shove Press sends Harris crashing into the corner, and he wades in with a stiff left to the ribs, followed by a right to the jaw. Harris looks waylaid as Press takes him by the wrist, and then sends him careening towards the far side. Despite being pummeled, Calvin has the where-with-all to bring himself to a stop by hopping up to the second rope, and as Press comes rushing in to squash the smaller man, he uses that rope to give himself some spring, turns, and drives a superman like punch down into the big mans face taking them both down to the mat.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE TO THE CHAMPION!!
CAT: Looks like Doomsday just met Superman!
Press lies flat on his back holding his jaw as Harris rolls over to the nearest ropes, and uses them to pull himself up. What he doesn't realize is that he's come dangerously close to his corner, which he realizes when he feels a slap to the back of his head. He spins ready to brawl as O'Donnell hops over the ropes into the ring with a smirk, and gives him the 'shooing' motion he had received earlier. A-Ref interjects, and talks Calvin Harris out of the ring as O'Donnell turns his sights on his opponent at Heat Stroke. Not even giving Press the chance to get to one knee, CJ rushes at the big man, leaps into the air, and brings his foot down on the back of his head, driving him face first down into the canvas with a curb stomp.
PERCY: IRISH KISS!! Jesus, Press has taken two signatures back to back, and O'Donnell would love to put him away here, giving him all the momentum going into Heat Stroke.
CAT: I'd just like to point out that Press has taken Irish Knowledge at least twice now, but hasn't landed one Press Release Powerbomb on O'Donnell. Sounds to me like he's already got the momentum.
PERCY: Hush, he's going for the cover!
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Thre-Just before A-Ref's hand can slap the mat, Press' shoulder shoots off the canvas, breaking the count. O'Donnell pops up to get in A-Refs face, arguing with him, while Press rolls over to the ropes to gain some leverage. O'Donnell doesn't waste much time with his argument before turning back to deal with his opponent, driving home a few vicious rights to keep him reeling. CJ takes Press by the wrist, and moves to whip him across the ring, but the big man easily reverses this, sending the Irishman instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and ducks a sloppy clothesline, and comes back once more to duck the back elbow. As he comes back for a third pass, the big man ducks his head for a back body drop, but O'Donnell hooks him around the head and spikes him off the mat with a DDT.
PERCY: Big DDT out of O'Donnell, and....OH! Harris just slapped O'Donnell on the shoulder when he got to close to the corner, and A-Ref's allowing it as a tag!
CAT: These guys need to get on the same page, or they are going to lose this thing.
O'Donnell and Harris come nose to nose this time, and A-Ref has to physically force himself between them, pointing CJ towards the apron, and pointing Harris towards Press. O'Donnell spits on the canvas, and then steps through the ropes while Harris smirks, and turns his attention to the half on his feet champion. He swaggers over to make a grab for the big man's hair when Press suddenly shoves Harris' hands away from him, grabs him around the waist, and then lifts him up before driving him back down with a massive spine buster.
PERCY: DAMN! That spine buster might have broke Calvin Harris in half!
Press doesn't remain on Harris for the cover, opting to collapse in the direction of his corner, where Johnny Raike awaits him for the hot tag. Press lurches forwards on his hands and knee's, and just as Harris is about to get back to his feet, he slaps the awaiting hand of his partner. Raike clears the ropes with lightening speed, and as Harris raises up to see what's going on, he takes the Martyr of Wrestling's head clear off with a running Yakuza kick. Harris smacks the mat, and more on instinct pops back up, only to receive a stiff front kick to the chest, followed by two more. Raike then takes his dazed opponent by the wrist, fires him into the ropes, turns and winks to the couple in the front row he had spoken to earlier, and then turns just in time to nail Harris with a Pele Kick.
PERCY: Johnny Raike kicking ass, and taking names!
CAT: Yeah, and he's about to win this thing!
Raike drops down for a cover, and A-Ref quickly gets into position.
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Thre-At the last possible second Harris just barely rolls his shoulder up off the mat, and Raike hops up, and shrugs to the crowd who burst out in cheers. Harris tries to get to his feet, but he's helped up by Raike who takes him by the wrist, and shoots him back into the ropes. Harris rebound back, and Johnny catches him off to the side for a tilt-a-whirl, but Harris spins all the way through to land on his feet. Johnny goes for a high kick, which Harris ducks under, traps the leg, grabs hold of Raike, and then takes him over with a release T-Bone Suplex.
PERCY: GOOD LORD! Johnny Raike sent flying across the ring to crash down in his opponents corner, and that looked like a desperation move by Harris to try and put some distance between him and Raike.
CAT: Doesn't matter what it was as long as Calvin gets the chance to rest....both men are down...and it looks like A-Ref is going for the ten count!
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PERCY: Johnny landed kind of awkwardly out of that suplex, but he's rolled over onto his stomach now, and is trying to crawl over to the ropes. I don't think he realizes that he's going to the wrong corner!
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CAT: Yeah, and meanwhile, Harris is sucking in some deep breaths after all those kicks he took from Johnny, but he's got an eye on A-Ref's count.
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Harris rolls up to one knee, and pushes all the way up just as Raike gets to his feet in front of CJ O'Donnell. The Irishman smirks, before driving a hard forearm into Raike's jaw, sending him back down to the mat. Harris stumbles over, and reaches down to grab Raike up, but not before using his free hand to sign #1 right in O'Donnell's face. The #1 Contender's eyes light up, and he tags himself in by slapping the taste right out of Calvin Harris' mouth.
PERCY: OH! Harris recoils, and O'Donnell just hopped into the ring, and started laying the boots to Raike!
CAT: Harris is just standing there holding his jaw in shock, and A-Ref is trying to get him out of the ring.
Harris shakes his head in disbelief, before dropping down to the canvas, and rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. Once there, he stalks forwards like a man possessed towards the time keepers table. He grabs the time keeper by his tie, and shoves him out of his seat, scooping up the steel folding chair, and closing it shut. Meanwhile, in the ring, O'Donnell pulls Raike up to his feet, and shoves him into the ropes, then shoots him to the far side. Or he would have, if Raike hadn't reversed it, and sent O'Donnell instead. O'Donnell rebounds, and on his way back tries to go for a clothesline on Raike, but The Beautiful Nightmare ducks the maneuver, causing CJ to continue on to bounce off the ropes once more. Just as his back hits the ropes for spring, a loud crack thunders through out the arena, and instead of coming back towards the waiting Raike, O'Donnell crumples to his knee's instead.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! CALVIN HARRIS JUST NAILED HIS OWN TAG PARTNER IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
CAT: Well....looks like this match is over.
Harris looks on satisfied with what he's done when Johnny Raike rushes towards that side of the ring, past the downed O'Donnell, and flips over the ropes into a rolling splancha that wipes both him and Harris out. The chair skids across the floor as both men hit the concrete.
PERCY: Raike taking matters into his own hands as he takes out his opponent for Heat Stroke!
CAT: Yeah, and that big bastard we call Champion just swung his leg over the top rope, and is lumbering in the ring!
As Press stalks towards O'Donnell, A-Ref tries to get in his way, but the big man knocks him on his ass in one shove. A-Ref just sits there in shock and dismay, shaking his head 'no', and then reaches over and calls for the bell. Seeing that the time keeper is still knocked silly where Harris left him, he rolls out of the ring, rushes over, and starts banging on the bell himself.
CAT: Does A-Ref really think that making all that racket is actually going to stop this?
PERCY: I don't know, but what else can he do?
Press grabs O'Donnell by the throat, and hoists him right off of his knees into the air, choking him in the center of ring. The bell continues to sound, but he doesn't seem to pay it any attention, if nothing else, the chimes spurring him on to grip even tighter.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match has been deemed a no contest, as both teams have been disqualified!
CAT: Really, Rhonda? No one here would have ever guessed!
PERCY: Cat, could you be serious! This whole situation is out of hand!
Press continues to choke the life out of O'Donnell, until 'The Distinguished' places his fingers into the Champion's eyes, and rakes them savagely. Press drops O'Donnell to the canvas, and stumbles backwards, clutching at his face. CJ gets back to his feet, coughing and fighting for air, but not about to let this opportunity slip him by. He falls back into the ropes, and rockets forward, leaping into the air with his knee extended for Irish Knowledge. At the last second, Press side steps the maneuver, and the Irishman barely has enough time to catch himself before running chest first into the ropes on the opposite side. He turns around to see the big man rushing him this time, throwing his massive boot forwards for a Sudden Stop. CJ lurches forwards into a front roll, slipping right under Press' boot and a ways past him, before rolling back up to his feet. The champion brings his boot down, and skitters to a stop, turning back around with a swinging fist. It connects, but so does the one that CJ was trying for, and both men end up standing toe to toe, despite the obvious size difference, just hammering away at each other. The fans come to their feet in excitement as security comes swarming down to the ring to try and gain some control.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Harris and Raike both make it to their feet at about the same time, but it's Harris who Tee's off on Raike's head, sending him stumbling into the announce table.
PERCY: Security might have Press and O'Donnell separated, but they need to get their asses out here and protect us!
CAT: Fuck this, Percy! I'm too pretty to catch any stray table bits! I'm out of here!
Caitlin tosses her headset on the table, and bails from the announce position as Percival tries to do the same. Harris moves in on the attack, but is met with a stiff boot to the midsection by Johnny Raike, who grabs him by the hair of the head, and tosses him onto the announce tables surface just before hopping up to join him. With a fist full of Calvin's hair, Johnny pulls him up to his feet, and the crowd cheer's wildly as he sets Harris up for a Full Frontal onto the table. Suddenly Harris comes alive with desperation, flailing and striking the best he can at Johnny's ribs. Finally he fights his way up to a standing position, and he waylays Raike with strong right hands. When he feels that Raike is sufficiently dazed, he yanks his head down between his legs, and signals to the crowd for the Art of Betrayal. It's Raike's turn to squirm and struggle, and he somehow worms his way out, driving a forearm into Calvin's midsection, and then snapping upwards to catch the man in the chin with the back of his head. Their skull's striking leaves both men a little groggy, and they stumble backwards dangerously close to their respective edges of the table. They teeter there for a minute, off balance, and then both do a small hop to the side, and throw their boots out for identical super kicks that catches one another right across the jaw. The blows send both competitors careening in different directions off the table and down to the concrete, as security finally works their way around ringside to try and keep them at bay.
In the ring, six men hold Press over in the corner, as another four try and remove O'Donnell from the ring. Suddenly O'Donnell breaks free, diving into the air and into the security holding the big man, driving in a few right hands to the subdued champion. The frazzled security officers rush to O'Donnell, subduing him once more, and pull him away from the champion who struggles against his own detail. Just as they get O'Donnell back to the ropes, Press roars, shoving three of his would be captors to the right, and the other three to the left, before rushing forward and damn near bowling over the four trying to hold O'Donnell. Press manages to get a hold of O'Donnell's hair, and jerks his head forward enough to land a few vicious rights of his own, til once again the officers rush him, this time tackling him all the way down to the mat. They finally manage to pull O'Donnell from the ring, but the challenger and the champion continue to hurl insults and threats. The camera rises from the ring to zoom in on the Heat Stroke banner hanging over the ring entrance, and then switches to the PAW logo. Fade to black.