Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 15:36:34 GMT
PERCY: Well folks, we're back, thank God.
CAT: Yeah, to think we had to give up our broadcast position to those assholes. I tell you Percy, up til now I sort of dug the GZW guys, but when they start encroaching on our turf, that means WAR!
PERCY: Calm down, Cat, we've got a show to do, and we'll show a little more class than GZW tried to do here tonight by attacking our elustrious boss.
CAT: Fucking A right, we will!
Percy buries his face in the palm of his hand, as Rhonda steps tot he center of the ring with microphone in hand.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall, and is for the PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
"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 the challenger, 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 to be in tip top condition here tonight, and has a focused demeanor about him.
CAT: Of coarse he does, Percy. He's been waiting for over three months for this match, and even though he's had a few set backs, he knows how important this one is. It's ok to lose a few as long you take home the big one, and this one right here....well it don't get much bigger.
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 big screen.
WITH THIS PASS
I CAN GO ANYWHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE!
At the chorus of the song Press steps slowly through the curtain, a confident smirk spread across his face. In one hand he holds his infamous black folding chair with the words 'Press Pass' spray painted across the seat in red. In the other is the PAW Heavyweight Championship, dangling from his fist like a prize catch after a long day of fishing. He scans the crowd who come to their feet as he slowly lifts the championship into the air.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing the champion, he stands at an impressive six foot eleven, and weights in at 365 pounds. Hailing from right her in New Orleans, Louisiana, he is one half of The BombTrax, and the PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....PRESS!!!
After the announcement Press begins his march down to the ring, and when he reaches the ringside he throws his chair off to the side, 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 championship 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, staring across the ring at CJ O'Donnell.
PERCY: Good lord, if ever there was a big fight feel in a match it's right here, right now! These two men do 'NOT' like each other, and that fact has been well documented over the past several weeks. I've got a feeling when that bell sounds, that things are going to get brutal quickly.
CAT: Which is why I think I'm going to love this match. I'm surprised that there aren't any stipulations involved, but apparently Munin felt that a normal contest would be enough to settle this.
PERCY: That remains to be seen, but you gotta believe that A-Ref has been given instructions to be liberal in the match considering whats at stakes.
CAT: We can only hope, Percy.
A-Ref steps to the center of the ring, and calls the two competitors to him. They oblige willingly enough, stepping right in front of one another as A-Ref goes over the rules. He looks to O'Donnell who nods his consent, and then to Press who does the same. With the particulars out of the way, he steps back on his heel, signals for the bell, and indicates with a swiping motion for them to get it on. They, however, just stand there, staring one another directly in the eyes. O'Donnell is the first to speak, saying something that the Champion obviously finds funny as he chuckles snidely, providing his own rebuttal. The two jaw back and forth for a moment before O'Donnell says something that Press obviously doesn't like, as the big man goes stone faced, and his nose flares in frustration. The tension could be cut with a knife, but instead, is brought to a climax with a open hand slap from O'Donnell right across Press' face.
PERCY: OH...
CAT: My....
A-REF: Dios!!!
Press' head snaps back around, and he immediately goes for a right hand that O'Donnell ducks, slipping in behind his much larger opponent. When Press turns to face O'Donnell he's peppered with left handed jabs that take him off guard, and after about five of them, CJ finishes off the combo with a big right hand. Press falls back a step, but he snarls, swinging a meaty fist once more. Again CJ ducks it, slipping behind one more time, and when Press turns he catches the same combo, this time knocking him back into the ropes.
PERCY: I can't believe it! O'Donnell using his speed to his advantage, and he's got the big man reeling!
CAT: Yeah, and now he's going to try and shoot him off the ropes.......uh-oh!
CJ yanks on Press wrist to send him to the far side, but the big man holds onto the rope with his other hand, stopping O'Donnell in his tracks. The Irishman looks up at the big man just in time to see a smirk come across the champions face, as he reverses the wrist lock, and whips CJ O'Donnell one handed right over the top rope and to the concrete floor below.
PERCY: Good God! He just threw O'Donnell out of the ring like a rag doll, and he's not wasting any time either, as he comes right through the ropes after him.
CAT: RUN, CJ! RUN!
Just as O'Donnell springs up to his feet, Press is there to meet him with a right hand that spins the man around, knocking him up against the steel guard rail. Press wades in after him, delivering a stiff left to the gut doubling him over, and then cracking him across the jaw with a waylaying right. O'Donnell goes down to one knee, but Press gives him no time to rest, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, and leading him forward towards the steel steps. When they arrive, Press yanks O'Donnell's head far back, and then proceeds to bring it rushing forwards to meet the steel. CJ's skull bounces off the top step, and he slumps to his knees at the Champion's feet. A-Ref berates Press to get it back in the ring, and the big man looks up at the Ref and nods. That's about the time that O'Donnell brings his forearm right up into the big man's nether regions. Press' eyes bulge from their sockets as he grabs at his groin, before falling back into a seated position in shock and pain.
CAT: The great equalizer!
PERCY: Well, I guess he did what he had to do! Press was going to maul him!
O'Donnell grabs at the stairs to assist him back to his feet, and leans back against the ring apron before football kicking the champion right in the face. Press head snaps back from his seated position to the concrete floor, and one hand still clutches his groin, while the other now clutches his face. The fans boo, but CJ waves them off, rolling into the ring to stop any counts, and then rolling back out to ringside.
PERCY: That was a vicious kick to the skull of the champion, and O'Donnell looks to have decided on some coarse of action...WAIT! What is he doing?!?!
CAT: Looks like he's going to use those steel steps to crush the champion's melon.
CJ lifts the top portion of the steps off of the base, and hoists them up high over his head. He makes his way over beside Press with A-Ref screaming at him to stop the entire time. When feels like he's in the best position, he prepares to drive the steps down into Press' skull, but at the last second, the big man reaches out with his boot and kicks O'Donnell in the bread basket. CJ is forced to let loose the steps, which clang to the floor behind him, while Press uses the momentary distraction to pull himself to his feet by use of the guard rail. When O'Donnell see's the big man on his feet, he takes off into a sprint, but Press ducks his head, sending CJ out into the crowd with back body drop.
CAT: Well those are some lucky fans to be this close the action.
PERCY: Yeah, I'd say they are getting their money's worth right now!
As CJ gets back to his feet among the chairs and fans, Press reaches over the guard rail and grabs him on either side of his head, and just lifts him clear off the ground, sending him sailing through the air to land skidding across the concrete of ringside chest first.
PERCY: Jesus Christ! O'Donnell just went across the concrete on bare flesh like a spinning top!
CAT: That's gonna smart in the morning.
Press starts over to where O'Donnell landed, still walking funny after the low blow from earlier. When he reaches him, he grabs him up off the floor by a fist full of hair, and sends him head first back into the ring. CJ's chest is red when he gets to his feet, but he's up before Press can fully get back inside, and he launches himself at the big man with vicious stomps down across his back. This doesn’t stop the big man from rising, but substantially slows his progress, as O’Donnell abandons the stomps for right hands that cause the champion to plop down on the middle rope. The right hands finally come to a stop when CJ grabs Press by the hand, and then makes to shoot him to the far side. This time, instead of stopping the momentum, Press goes with it, reversing it so that it’s now O’Donnell who is sent. Press awaits him in the center of the ring as he returns, but before he can try anything, CJ leaves his feet and drives them into the big man’s knee for a short drop kick.
PERCY: That shot to the knee didn’t drop Press, but it certainly got a reaction. The big man trying to put some distance between him and O’Donnell, but The Distinguished is having none of it.
CAT: Stay on him CJ!
O’Donnell slips in beside Press, and uses his speed to stay out of reach while delivering stiff side kicks into the big man’s thigh. After a few of these Press looks as if his left leg is about to buckle, and CJ changes gears, bouncing into the nearby ropes only to recoil downwards into a chop block. Press goes to the mat hard clutching his knee, while O’Donnell pops up quickly, and takes the injured leg by the ankle. He yanks back for good measure, and then places his boot where the body meet’s the thigh, and rolls forwards, snapping the leg on the way down.
PERCY: Press is beside himself as he’s trying to scoot away, but CJ is right back on him, stomping at the leg. He has him by the ankle again, and drives his knee into the hamstring again and again!
CAT: Smart move from O’Donnell, considering they are the same size while Press is on the mat.
The Irishman yanks Press by his ankle, managing to use the awkward positioning to roll him over onto his stomach. He then places his boot into the back of the knee, hops into the air, and then spikes it hard down into the mat. Press jerks away from O’Donnell’s grasp, and tries to get back to his feet, but CJ rushes right back in with a sidewinder like kick to the thigh that drops him back down to the mat near the ropes. CJ grabs the ankle once more, tossing it onto the bottom rope, and uses his own boot to hold it in place before springing up into the air, and driving his tail bone down across the knee.
PERCY: Press is reeling now, as he uses his elbows to back peddle towards the center of the ring, but O’Donnell is right after him! God, he’s tenacious!
CAT: He has to be, Percy! He knows what’s at stake in this match!
Just as Press thinks that he might have a chance, O’Donnell delivers another stomp on the knee, causing him to grab for the injured leg once more. CJ ignores the attempt, and grabs up the leg, stepping through, completing a full rotation, and then dropping back into a figure four leg lock. Press roars in agony, and his body falls back to the mat where A-Ref drops to make the count.
1…
2…
PERCY: Press just shot up off the mat to end the count, but remaining in that position, it puts even more pressure on the leg.
CAT: Yeah, at this rate I don’t see him holding out for much longer.
O’Donnell rocks all the way back, managing to stay more on his side than his shoulders to ensure that he himself wouldn’t get counted down inadvertently. Meanwhile, Press grits his teeth, vehemently shaking his head no at A-Ref’s inquiries. After the hold has been applied for several minutes, Press finally manages to work through the pain, and lays back on his elbows. In an amazing feat of strength, he manages to shove himself backwards, pulling CJ along with him, only inches away from the ropes. With one more massive pull, he reaches out with his long frame, desperately grabbing the bottom rope.
PERCY: Press has made it to the ropes, but O’Donnell refuses to let go!
CAT: Damn right! Grind those gears, CJ!
PERCY: Damn it, Cat. This isn’t right. He doesn’t have to cheat to win this. He’s already in control for God’s sake!
A-Ref yells at O’Donnell who defiantly continues to wrench back on the hold until finally he begins to count him down. At five, CJ unhooks his leg from Press, who pulls himself closer to the ropes so as to try and sit up. A-Ref and CJ argue for just a moment, but O’Donnell doesn’t waste much time before stepping past the referee to zero in on his target. Just as he’s about to reach the big man, Press rises off of his knee, and drives his elbow full force into CJ’s abdomen. The Irishman recoils, cradling his bread basket, but he turns back towards Press to try and end the resistance. He’s met with another elbow, this one picking him clear up off the mat, before he comes back down on wobbly feet. Press manages to use the distraction to get to his feet, and when CJ comes at him a third time, he fires off with a meaty right hand that sends the Irishman thundering down to the mat.
PERCY: I guess there’s fight left in the champion after all!
CAT: Shush, Percy! He doesn’t need our encouragement.
CJ comes back up to his feet, and Press grabs him around the throat with both hands, hurling him into the nearby corner. O’Donnell doesn’t get any chance to breathe before the big man staggers in with a back elbow to the temple. CJ slumps a bit, but Press lifts him back up, measuring him, and then falls back only to drive home another elbow. He grabs CJ by the wrist, and pulls him hard out of the corner, whipping him to the other side. When CJ impacts with the turnbuckles he’s thrown forwards onto his stomach, and he quickly rolls to the outside after hearing the approach of the much larger champion.
PERCY: CJ wisely moves to the outside…OH NO! When Press got too close to the ropes, CJ grabbed his weak leg and yanked it out from under him…..Now he’s dragging him over to the corner…noo…..NO!
CAT: YES! O’Donnell just wrapped that big bastard’s leg around that ring post like it was a ribbon on a present!
Press howls in pain once more, as CJ rares back, and drives his knee into the steel ring post one more time. Press yanks his leg free, and manages to crawl back towards the safety of the ring, but the damage has been done. He continuously massages at his knee while CJ hops up onto the ring apron, and begins to climb up to the top. Just as CJ reaches his perch, Press tentatively gets to his feet, and he turns just in time to watch as the Irishman takes flight high cross body. Just as CJ is about to connect it, Press turns at the last second, catching CJ with his arm. The sudden halt in his forward momentum causes O’Donnell’s feet to swing forward, and Press reaches up to grab his legs before sitting down into a thunderous sidewalk slam.
PERCY: Jesus Christ! That shook the ring!
CAT: Yeah, but he doesn’t have enough gas left in the tank to go for a cover!
Press sits there, using both hands to massage at his knee, while CJ tries to fight for a breath after the sudden impact. O’Donnell rolls onto his knee, while Press fights to get a vertical base back under him. Just as the two men rise, O’Donnell moves in for another side kick, only to be met by a hand there to catch his foot. With O’Donnell’s leg effectively caught, he stares wide eyed at the champion, shaking his head ‘no’, before Press yanks him forward into a vicious clothesline.
PERCY: CJ sent hard to the mat, but not for long, as Press is already pulling him up by the hair of his head…..grabs him by the wrist, and pushes him out a ways, and then just sent him sailing towards the corner. CJ strikes the turnbuckles sternum first, and here comes Press, limping as fast as he can, and BIG SPLASH CRUSHES O’DONNELL!!
CAT: Damn! He completely blocked out the sun with that one!
O’Donnell is allowed to stumble out of the corner, and do a face bump off the mat, as Press looks out at the capacity crowd that comes to their feet in cheers. He holds up one of his gloved fists, and nods, spelling the end for The Distinguished. CJ tries to get to his feet, then stumbles back down, then pops up again, taking a swing at A-Ref out of confusion. He turns to try to find his true opponent, but finds a boot to the midsection instead, doubling him completely over. Press grabs him by his ears, and tucks his head between his legs, grabbing him around the midsection, and hoists him up on his chest in powerbomb position.
PERCY: Press looking for the Press Release Powerbomb…but CJ O’DONNELL IS HAMMERING AWAY AT THE BIG MAN!
CAT: C’MON CJ! GET OUT OF IT!
CJ continues firing his fist down into the top of Press head like a piston in an engine, until finally pushing up and over the head entirely, to land safely behind him. Seeing his opportunity, CJ rushes towards the ropes as Press turns dazedly to face him, and rebounds for the added momentum. Just as he’s about to reach the big man, he leaps into the air, extending his knee forward for his finisher, Irish Knowledge. Press, however, at the last second, spins out of the way, and CJ delivers the brunt of the impact directly into A-Ref’s jaw. The referee crumples to the mat lifelessly, as the fans come to their feet.
PERCY: A-REF JUST GOT BLASTED WITH IRISH KNOWLEDGE!!
CAT: CJ didn’t mean to do that! He doesn’t even know what to do now!
O’Donnell stares down at A-Ref in shock, and shakes his head ‘no’, before turning to try and get a bead on his opponent. Before he can even assess the situation, Press thunders towards him, throwing his boot out at the very last second, and takes the Irishman’s head off with it.
PERCY: SUDDEN STOP!! OH MY GOD!! Press is going for the cover!
CAT: Yeah, Nimrod, and there ain’t no referee!
Press, exhausted and battle wary, drops down over CJ O’Donnell. The fans cheer wildly, everyone in attendance on their feet, and they even help with the count. When they almost reach ten, Press raises up, realizing somethings wrong, and he looks over to see the downed referee. He shakes his head, crawling over to him, and trying to lightly get him to his feet. Just then the crowd signals him again with a loud burst of jubilation, as The-Ref comes rushing down the ramp. Press quickly crawls back over to CJ, and hooks the leg at the same time The-Ref slides in, ready to make the count.
1…
2…
Thre-At the very last nanosecond CJ O’Donnell’s shoulder rolls up off the mat, and the fans go nuts.
PERCY: I can’t believe it! O’Donnell got the shoulder up, but you gotta believe that if A-Ref had been there, this one would have been over.
CAT: Whatever, Percy! And who does The-Ref think he is, sticking his nose in people’s fucking business!
PERCY: He just came out here to aide his brother, Cat. Damn! I guess they eat the young in your family.
As The-Ref checks on his brother, Press gets vertical, and stares down at the still prone body of CJ O’Donnell. He shakes his head in frustration, before reaching down, and firmly helping the man back up to his feet. He holds CJ in his outstretched hands, says something that only he can hear, before tucking his head back between his legs. The crowd comes alive in anticipation, as Press cinches up once more, and pulls CJ up into powerbomb position. As soon as he’s up, CJ grabs Press by the forehead and shoves, forcing his legs to come loose of the big man’s grasp, and for him to land right in front of the champion. CJ fires in a few sharp thigh kicks to the injured leg, and then abandons the leg to fire in a few forearms to the jaw. Press is rocked all the way back to the ropes, where CJ moves to shoot him off, but the champion reverses it.
PERCY: You’d think that CJ would quit trying to manhandle Press. That just isn’t going to happen.
CAT: Don’t you worry, CJ knows exactly what he’s doing!
CJ impacts off the ropes and rushes back towards the big man who awaits him in the center of the ring. Just as CJ reaches him, he performs an incredible vertical jump, wraps both legs around Press’ head, and then spins forwards with a hurricanrana. Without having the power to really take the big man over, this instead hurls Press off balance towards the nearby corner, where he plows right through The-Ref, knocking him clear out of the ring.
PERCY: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! THAT’S THE SECOND REFEREE!!
CAT: I think he did that on purpose.
PERCY: No, he didn’t, Cat. But we’re fresh out of officials, so something better happen here, and soon!
Press stumbles out of the corner, not believing what just happened, and turns back to face O’Donnell. CJ springs in out of nowhere with a running inziguri that cracks the champion across the back of the head. Press stumbles forwards a few steps, before crumpling to the mat face first. O’Donnell wastes no time stepping over to him, locking his legs in a reverse version of the scorpion death lock, and then reaches down to grab the big man’s arms, and yanks back on them.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! THE CELTIC CURSE SUBMISSION! NO ONE WOULD HAVE DREAMED THAT CJ O’DONNELL COULD GET IT ON THE BIG MAN, BUT HE’S MIRACULOUSLY GOT HIM OFF THE GROUND!!
That doesn’t last for long, as the 365 pounds of dead weight becomes to much for the exhausted superstar to keep aloft. He doesn’t release the hold, however, but simply yanks back on the arms with everything he can muster. The agony is spread across Press face as he shakes his head no, even though there isn’t anyone there to take his submission if he wanted to. Sweat pours off his face, as every once in awhile his mouth opens to let out a growling cry of pain.
PERCY: I don’t know how much longer Press can take this! The thing that makes the hold unique is that it’s very difficult to break! Even in this modified version, CJ’s cut off the ring.
CJ chokes up on his hold on the arms, and torques back even tighter. It’s obvious that the big man shouldn’t bend the way he’s being bent, but the Irishman pulls back further all the same. After a few moments, CJ feels the familiar tap on his forearm, and he thankfully releases the hold, collapsing down beside the big man.
CAT: PRESS TAPPED!
PERCY: Yeah, but I don’t think there was a referee around to see it.
CAT: We have video footage, Percy! CJ O’Donnell is our new champion!
PERCY: Yeah, sort of like how Press retained his title earlier with that Sudden Stop. No dice, Cat. Without an official referee’s ruling, neither one stands.
CAT: OH, this is such bullshit!
CJ groggily crawls over to the ropes, rolling over into a seated position, before wiping the sweat from his eyes. He looks over at Press, who lies motionless in the center of the ring, and then over to A-Ref, still down in the corner. He closes his eyes and talks to himself out of sheer frustration, realizing now what Percy had just stated for the people at home. He reaches up to the top rope, pulls himself up to his feet, and then stumbles over to where A-Ref lay unconscious.
PERCY: O’Donnell’s calling for some water, and it looks like our time keeper is going to oblige him.
O’Donnell takes a swig from the bottle, before turning the rest of it’s contents over onto A-Ref. The referee spits and sputters as he suddenly comes awake, and he rolls over onto his side coughing up a lung. CJ tosses the bottle from the ring, and helps the referee to his feet before turning back towards Press. He steps over to the big man, and nudges him with his foot, before reaching down and trying to pull him up to his feet by his stringy long hair. Just then, Press throws CJ’s hands out away from him, hooks him around the midsection, and then hoists him up only to drive him back down to the canvas with a malicious spine buster. He’s unable to stay on top of O’Donnell, rather, he falls off to the side of the man, both men writhing around on the canvas trying to get their barings.
CAT: This would be a damn shame! O’Donnell goes to all that trouble to get A-Ref up, just for him to turn around and count both these fools out!
PERCY: I certainly hope not…but I’m not sure either man can continue.
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3…
4…
PERCY: No one can deny that this has been the match of a lifetime! I hate to see it end here, but maybe that’s the only way it can end.
5…
6…
CAT: As much as I dislike him and his partner, I can’t deny that Press has proven why he’s the big man around these parts, and of coarse, CJ O’Donnell’s proved why he’s The Distinguished.
7…
8…
Press slowly lifts up into a push up position, and then shoots his left arm, and crashes back down to the canvas, but with his appendage draped across CJ's chest. A-Ref stops his count, and drops to make a different one.
1...
2...
Thre-At the last possible nano-second CJ's arm shoots up off the canvas, sending the entire arena into a frenzy.
PERCY: What the hell are these two going to have to do to each other for there to be a finish to this match?
CAT: Looks like murder, Percy.
Press slowly lifts himself off of CJ, and gets up to one knee, pausing there to rest for a minute before pushing up to his full height. The Champion looks drained as he sluggishly leans down to pull CJ up to his feet. O'Donnell, however, surprises him with a sudden kick to his face, which causes Press to release his hold, and stumble back. CJ, seeing his opportunity, rolls backwards and up to his feet, falls into the ropes for momentum, and comes leaping back with his knee extended.
PERCY: CJ O'DONNEL WITH IRISH KNOWLE-NO! Press side stepped, CJ turns around, boot the midsection, tuck of the head...PRESS RELEASE POWERBOMB! JESUS, O'DONNELL JUST SPIKED OFF THE CANVAS!
CAT: Like I said, murder.
The crowd goes wild as Press drops to his knees, and hooks CJ's leg deep for the cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
PERCY: THAT'S IT! HE DID IT! Press retained the championship!
CAT: You know, after seeing what he did to Stevie, and now that he's overcome O'Donnell, I don't think I can keep giving the guy such a hard time.
PERCY: Cross Recoba is going to have to pick another person to place his $50,000 prize on, cause CJ O'Donnell was not the guy to knock Press off the mountain.
CAT: Yeah, but he's got two guys coming up in our Main Event that both wouldn't mind having their shot at his head.
PERCY: That's right folks, up next is our Main Event of the evening, and it's huge.
CAT: And we'll have that coming up for you just as soon as we pay the bills with a few sponsors.
CJ O'Donnell is seen crawling out of the ring, holding his spine, while Press stands in the center of the ring, the PAW Heavyweight Championship held out in front of him. He stares at the title for a long moment, before looking up at the crowd with a half-smile, and exhausted as he is, thrusts the title over his head to a standing ovation. The scene cuts to commercial, as he exits the ring to interact with his public.
CAT: Yeah, to think we had to give up our broadcast position to those assholes. I tell you Percy, up til now I sort of dug the GZW guys, but when they start encroaching on our turf, that means WAR!
PERCY: Calm down, Cat, we've got a show to do, and we'll show a little more class than GZW tried to do here tonight by attacking our elustrious boss.
CAT: Fucking A right, we will!
Percy buries his face in the palm of his hand, as Rhonda steps tot he center of the ring with microphone in hand.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is set for one fall, and is for the PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
"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 the challenger, 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 to be in tip top condition here tonight, and has a focused demeanor about him.
CAT: Of coarse he does, Percy. He's been waiting for over three months for this match, and even though he's had a few set backs, he knows how important this one is. It's ok to lose a few as long you take home the big one, and this one right here....well it don't get much bigger.
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 big screen.
WITH THIS PASS
I CAN GO ANYWHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE!
At the chorus of the song Press steps slowly through the curtain, a confident smirk spread across his face. In one hand he holds his infamous black folding chair with the words 'Press Pass' spray painted across the seat in red. In the other is the PAW Heavyweight Championship, dangling from his fist like a prize catch after a long day of fishing. He scans the crowd who come to their feet as he slowly lifts the championship into the air.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing the champion, he stands at an impressive six foot eleven, and weights in at 365 pounds. Hailing from right her in New Orleans, Louisiana, he is one half of The BombTrax, and the PAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....PRESS!!!
After the announcement Press begins his march down to the ring, and when he reaches the ringside he throws his chair off to the side, 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 championship 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, staring across the ring at CJ O'Donnell.
PERCY: Good lord, if ever there was a big fight feel in a match it's right here, right now! These two men do 'NOT' like each other, and that fact has been well documented over the past several weeks. I've got a feeling when that bell sounds, that things are going to get brutal quickly.
CAT: Which is why I think I'm going to love this match. I'm surprised that there aren't any stipulations involved, but apparently Munin felt that a normal contest would be enough to settle this.
PERCY: That remains to be seen, but you gotta believe that A-Ref has been given instructions to be liberal in the match considering whats at stakes.
CAT: We can only hope, Percy.
A-Ref steps to the center of the ring, and calls the two competitors to him. They oblige willingly enough, stepping right in front of one another as A-Ref goes over the rules. He looks to O'Donnell who nods his consent, and then to Press who does the same. With the particulars out of the way, he steps back on his heel, signals for the bell, and indicates with a swiping motion for them to get it on. They, however, just stand there, staring one another directly in the eyes. O'Donnell is the first to speak, saying something that the Champion obviously finds funny as he chuckles snidely, providing his own rebuttal. The two jaw back and forth for a moment before O'Donnell says something that Press obviously doesn't like, as the big man goes stone faced, and his nose flares in frustration. The tension could be cut with a knife, but instead, is brought to a climax with a open hand slap from O'Donnell right across Press' face.
PERCY: OH...
CAT: My....
A-REF: Dios!!!
Press' head snaps back around, and he immediately goes for a right hand that O'Donnell ducks, slipping in behind his much larger opponent. When Press turns to face O'Donnell he's peppered with left handed jabs that take him off guard, and after about five of them, CJ finishes off the combo with a big right hand. Press falls back a step, but he snarls, swinging a meaty fist once more. Again CJ ducks it, slipping behind one more time, and when Press turns he catches the same combo, this time knocking him back into the ropes.
PERCY: I can't believe it! O'Donnell using his speed to his advantage, and he's got the big man reeling!
CAT: Yeah, and now he's going to try and shoot him off the ropes.......uh-oh!
CJ yanks on Press wrist to send him to the far side, but the big man holds onto the rope with his other hand, stopping O'Donnell in his tracks. The Irishman looks up at the big man just in time to see a smirk come across the champions face, as he reverses the wrist lock, and whips CJ O'Donnell one handed right over the top rope and to the concrete floor below.
PERCY: Good God! He just threw O'Donnell out of the ring like a rag doll, and he's not wasting any time either, as he comes right through the ropes after him.
CAT: RUN, CJ! RUN!
Just as O'Donnell springs up to his feet, Press is there to meet him with a right hand that spins the man around, knocking him up against the steel guard rail. Press wades in after him, delivering a stiff left to the gut doubling him over, and then cracking him across the jaw with a waylaying right. O'Donnell goes down to one knee, but Press gives him no time to rest, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, and leading him forward towards the steel steps. When they arrive, Press yanks O'Donnell's head far back, and then proceeds to bring it rushing forwards to meet the steel. CJ's skull bounces off the top step, and he slumps to his knees at the Champion's feet. A-Ref berates Press to get it back in the ring, and the big man looks up at the Ref and nods. That's about the time that O'Donnell brings his forearm right up into the big man's nether regions. Press' eyes bulge from their sockets as he grabs at his groin, before falling back into a seated position in shock and pain.
CAT: The great equalizer!
PERCY: Well, I guess he did what he had to do! Press was going to maul him!
O'Donnell grabs at the stairs to assist him back to his feet, and leans back against the ring apron before football kicking the champion right in the face. Press head snaps back from his seated position to the concrete floor, and one hand still clutches his groin, while the other now clutches his face. The fans boo, but CJ waves them off, rolling into the ring to stop any counts, and then rolling back out to ringside.
PERCY: That was a vicious kick to the skull of the champion, and O'Donnell looks to have decided on some coarse of action...WAIT! What is he doing?!?!
CAT: Looks like he's going to use those steel steps to crush the champion's melon.
CJ lifts the top portion of the steps off of the base, and hoists them up high over his head. He makes his way over beside Press with A-Ref screaming at him to stop the entire time. When feels like he's in the best position, he prepares to drive the steps down into Press' skull, but at the last second, the big man reaches out with his boot and kicks O'Donnell in the bread basket. CJ is forced to let loose the steps, which clang to the floor behind him, while Press uses the momentary distraction to pull himself to his feet by use of the guard rail. When O'Donnell see's the big man on his feet, he takes off into a sprint, but Press ducks his head, sending CJ out into the crowd with back body drop.
CAT: Well those are some lucky fans to be this close the action.
PERCY: Yeah, I'd say they are getting their money's worth right now!
As CJ gets back to his feet among the chairs and fans, Press reaches over the guard rail and grabs him on either side of his head, and just lifts him clear off the ground, sending him sailing through the air to land skidding across the concrete of ringside chest first.
PERCY: Jesus Christ! O'Donnell just went across the concrete on bare flesh like a spinning top!
CAT: That's gonna smart in the morning.
Press starts over to where O'Donnell landed, still walking funny after the low blow from earlier. When he reaches him, he grabs him up off the floor by a fist full of hair, and sends him head first back into the ring. CJ's chest is red when he gets to his feet, but he's up before Press can fully get back inside, and he launches himself at the big man with vicious stomps down across his back. This doesn’t stop the big man from rising, but substantially slows his progress, as O’Donnell abandons the stomps for right hands that cause the champion to plop down on the middle rope. The right hands finally come to a stop when CJ grabs Press by the hand, and then makes to shoot him to the far side. This time, instead of stopping the momentum, Press goes with it, reversing it so that it’s now O’Donnell who is sent. Press awaits him in the center of the ring as he returns, but before he can try anything, CJ leaves his feet and drives them into the big man’s knee for a short drop kick.
PERCY: That shot to the knee didn’t drop Press, but it certainly got a reaction. The big man trying to put some distance between him and O’Donnell, but The Distinguished is having none of it.
CAT: Stay on him CJ!
O’Donnell slips in beside Press, and uses his speed to stay out of reach while delivering stiff side kicks into the big man’s thigh. After a few of these Press looks as if his left leg is about to buckle, and CJ changes gears, bouncing into the nearby ropes only to recoil downwards into a chop block. Press goes to the mat hard clutching his knee, while O’Donnell pops up quickly, and takes the injured leg by the ankle. He yanks back for good measure, and then places his boot where the body meet’s the thigh, and rolls forwards, snapping the leg on the way down.
PERCY: Press is beside himself as he’s trying to scoot away, but CJ is right back on him, stomping at the leg. He has him by the ankle again, and drives his knee into the hamstring again and again!
CAT: Smart move from O’Donnell, considering they are the same size while Press is on the mat.
The Irishman yanks Press by his ankle, managing to use the awkward positioning to roll him over onto his stomach. He then places his boot into the back of the knee, hops into the air, and then spikes it hard down into the mat. Press jerks away from O’Donnell’s grasp, and tries to get back to his feet, but CJ rushes right back in with a sidewinder like kick to the thigh that drops him back down to the mat near the ropes. CJ grabs the ankle once more, tossing it onto the bottom rope, and uses his own boot to hold it in place before springing up into the air, and driving his tail bone down across the knee.
PERCY: Press is reeling now, as he uses his elbows to back peddle towards the center of the ring, but O’Donnell is right after him! God, he’s tenacious!
CAT: He has to be, Percy! He knows what’s at stake in this match!
Just as Press thinks that he might have a chance, O’Donnell delivers another stomp on the knee, causing him to grab for the injured leg once more. CJ ignores the attempt, and grabs up the leg, stepping through, completing a full rotation, and then dropping back into a figure four leg lock. Press roars in agony, and his body falls back to the mat where A-Ref drops to make the count.
1…
2…
PERCY: Press just shot up off the mat to end the count, but remaining in that position, it puts even more pressure on the leg.
CAT: Yeah, at this rate I don’t see him holding out for much longer.
O’Donnell rocks all the way back, managing to stay more on his side than his shoulders to ensure that he himself wouldn’t get counted down inadvertently. Meanwhile, Press grits his teeth, vehemently shaking his head no at A-Ref’s inquiries. After the hold has been applied for several minutes, Press finally manages to work through the pain, and lays back on his elbows. In an amazing feat of strength, he manages to shove himself backwards, pulling CJ along with him, only inches away from the ropes. With one more massive pull, he reaches out with his long frame, desperately grabbing the bottom rope.
PERCY: Press has made it to the ropes, but O’Donnell refuses to let go!
CAT: Damn right! Grind those gears, CJ!
PERCY: Damn it, Cat. This isn’t right. He doesn’t have to cheat to win this. He’s already in control for God’s sake!
A-Ref yells at O’Donnell who defiantly continues to wrench back on the hold until finally he begins to count him down. At five, CJ unhooks his leg from Press, who pulls himself closer to the ropes so as to try and sit up. A-Ref and CJ argue for just a moment, but O’Donnell doesn’t waste much time before stepping past the referee to zero in on his target. Just as he’s about to reach the big man, Press rises off of his knee, and drives his elbow full force into CJ’s abdomen. The Irishman recoils, cradling his bread basket, but he turns back towards Press to try and end the resistance. He’s met with another elbow, this one picking him clear up off the mat, before he comes back down on wobbly feet. Press manages to use the distraction to get to his feet, and when CJ comes at him a third time, he fires off with a meaty right hand that sends the Irishman thundering down to the mat.
PERCY: I guess there’s fight left in the champion after all!
CAT: Shush, Percy! He doesn’t need our encouragement.
CJ comes back up to his feet, and Press grabs him around the throat with both hands, hurling him into the nearby corner. O’Donnell doesn’t get any chance to breathe before the big man staggers in with a back elbow to the temple. CJ slumps a bit, but Press lifts him back up, measuring him, and then falls back only to drive home another elbow. He grabs CJ by the wrist, and pulls him hard out of the corner, whipping him to the other side. When CJ impacts with the turnbuckles he’s thrown forwards onto his stomach, and he quickly rolls to the outside after hearing the approach of the much larger champion.
PERCY: CJ wisely moves to the outside…OH NO! When Press got too close to the ropes, CJ grabbed his weak leg and yanked it out from under him…..Now he’s dragging him over to the corner…noo…..NO!
CAT: YES! O’Donnell just wrapped that big bastard’s leg around that ring post like it was a ribbon on a present!
Press howls in pain once more, as CJ rares back, and drives his knee into the steel ring post one more time. Press yanks his leg free, and manages to crawl back towards the safety of the ring, but the damage has been done. He continuously massages at his knee while CJ hops up onto the ring apron, and begins to climb up to the top. Just as CJ reaches his perch, Press tentatively gets to his feet, and he turns just in time to watch as the Irishman takes flight high cross body. Just as CJ is about to connect it, Press turns at the last second, catching CJ with his arm. The sudden halt in his forward momentum causes O’Donnell’s feet to swing forward, and Press reaches up to grab his legs before sitting down into a thunderous sidewalk slam.
PERCY: Jesus Christ! That shook the ring!
CAT: Yeah, but he doesn’t have enough gas left in the tank to go for a cover!
Press sits there, using both hands to massage at his knee, while CJ tries to fight for a breath after the sudden impact. O’Donnell rolls onto his knee, while Press fights to get a vertical base back under him. Just as the two men rise, O’Donnell moves in for another side kick, only to be met by a hand there to catch his foot. With O’Donnell’s leg effectively caught, he stares wide eyed at the champion, shaking his head ‘no’, before Press yanks him forward into a vicious clothesline.
PERCY: CJ sent hard to the mat, but not for long, as Press is already pulling him up by the hair of his head…..grabs him by the wrist, and pushes him out a ways, and then just sent him sailing towards the corner. CJ strikes the turnbuckles sternum first, and here comes Press, limping as fast as he can, and BIG SPLASH CRUSHES O’DONNELL!!
CAT: Damn! He completely blocked out the sun with that one!
O’Donnell is allowed to stumble out of the corner, and do a face bump off the mat, as Press looks out at the capacity crowd that comes to their feet in cheers. He holds up one of his gloved fists, and nods, spelling the end for The Distinguished. CJ tries to get to his feet, then stumbles back down, then pops up again, taking a swing at A-Ref out of confusion. He turns to try to find his true opponent, but finds a boot to the midsection instead, doubling him completely over. Press grabs him by his ears, and tucks his head between his legs, grabbing him around the midsection, and hoists him up on his chest in powerbomb position.
PERCY: Press looking for the Press Release Powerbomb…but CJ O’DONNELL IS HAMMERING AWAY AT THE BIG MAN!
CAT: C’MON CJ! GET OUT OF IT!
CJ continues firing his fist down into the top of Press head like a piston in an engine, until finally pushing up and over the head entirely, to land safely behind him. Seeing his opportunity, CJ rushes towards the ropes as Press turns dazedly to face him, and rebounds for the added momentum. Just as he’s about to reach the big man, he leaps into the air, extending his knee forward for his finisher, Irish Knowledge. Press, however, at the last second, spins out of the way, and CJ delivers the brunt of the impact directly into A-Ref’s jaw. The referee crumples to the mat lifelessly, as the fans come to their feet.
PERCY: A-REF JUST GOT BLASTED WITH IRISH KNOWLEDGE!!
CAT: CJ didn’t mean to do that! He doesn’t even know what to do now!
O’Donnell stares down at A-Ref in shock, and shakes his head ‘no’, before turning to try and get a bead on his opponent. Before he can even assess the situation, Press thunders towards him, throwing his boot out at the very last second, and takes the Irishman’s head off with it.
PERCY: SUDDEN STOP!! OH MY GOD!! Press is going for the cover!
CAT: Yeah, Nimrod, and there ain’t no referee!
Press, exhausted and battle wary, drops down over CJ O’Donnell. The fans cheer wildly, everyone in attendance on their feet, and they even help with the count. When they almost reach ten, Press raises up, realizing somethings wrong, and he looks over to see the downed referee. He shakes his head, crawling over to him, and trying to lightly get him to his feet. Just then the crowd signals him again with a loud burst of jubilation, as The-Ref comes rushing down the ramp. Press quickly crawls back over to CJ, and hooks the leg at the same time The-Ref slides in, ready to make the count.
1…
2…
Thre-At the very last nanosecond CJ O’Donnell’s shoulder rolls up off the mat, and the fans go nuts.
PERCY: I can’t believe it! O’Donnell got the shoulder up, but you gotta believe that if A-Ref had been there, this one would have been over.
CAT: Whatever, Percy! And who does The-Ref think he is, sticking his nose in people’s fucking business!
PERCY: He just came out here to aide his brother, Cat. Damn! I guess they eat the young in your family.
As The-Ref checks on his brother, Press gets vertical, and stares down at the still prone body of CJ O’Donnell. He shakes his head in frustration, before reaching down, and firmly helping the man back up to his feet. He holds CJ in his outstretched hands, says something that only he can hear, before tucking his head back between his legs. The crowd comes alive in anticipation, as Press cinches up once more, and pulls CJ up into powerbomb position. As soon as he’s up, CJ grabs Press by the forehead and shoves, forcing his legs to come loose of the big man’s grasp, and for him to land right in front of the champion. CJ fires in a few sharp thigh kicks to the injured leg, and then abandons the leg to fire in a few forearms to the jaw. Press is rocked all the way back to the ropes, where CJ moves to shoot him off, but the champion reverses it.
PERCY: You’d think that CJ would quit trying to manhandle Press. That just isn’t going to happen.
CAT: Don’t you worry, CJ knows exactly what he’s doing!
CJ impacts off the ropes and rushes back towards the big man who awaits him in the center of the ring. Just as CJ reaches him, he performs an incredible vertical jump, wraps both legs around Press’ head, and then spins forwards with a hurricanrana. Without having the power to really take the big man over, this instead hurls Press off balance towards the nearby corner, where he plows right through The-Ref, knocking him clear out of the ring.
PERCY: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! THAT’S THE SECOND REFEREE!!
CAT: I think he did that on purpose.
PERCY: No, he didn’t, Cat. But we’re fresh out of officials, so something better happen here, and soon!
Press stumbles out of the corner, not believing what just happened, and turns back to face O’Donnell. CJ springs in out of nowhere with a running inziguri that cracks the champion across the back of the head. Press stumbles forwards a few steps, before crumpling to the mat face first. O’Donnell wastes no time stepping over to him, locking his legs in a reverse version of the scorpion death lock, and then reaches down to grab the big man’s arms, and yanks back on them.
PERCY: OH MY GOD! THE CELTIC CURSE SUBMISSION! NO ONE WOULD HAVE DREAMED THAT CJ O’DONNELL COULD GET IT ON THE BIG MAN, BUT HE’S MIRACULOUSLY GOT HIM OFF THE GROUND!!
That doesn’t last for long, as the 365 pounds of dead weight becomes to much for the exhausted superstar to keep aloft. He doesn’t release the hold, however, but simply yanks back on the arms with everything he can muster. The agony is spread across Press face as he shakes his head no, even though there isn’t anyone there to take his submission if he wanted to. Sweat pours off his face, as every once in awhile his mouth opens to let out a growling cry of pain.
PERCY: I don’t know how much longer Press can take this! The thing that makes the hold unique is that it’s very difficult to break! Even in this modified version, CJ’s cut off the ring.
CJ chokes up on his hold on the arms, and torques back even tighter. It’s obvious that the big man shouldn’t bend the way he’s being bent, but the Irishman pulls back further all the same. After a few moments, CJ feels the familiar tap on his forearm, and he thankfully releases the hold, collapsing down beside the big man.
CAT: PRESS TAPPED!
PERCY: Yeah, but I don’t think there was a referee around to see it.
CAT: We have video footage, Percy! CJ O’Donnell is our new champion!
PERCY: Yeah, sort of like how Press retained his title earlier with that Sudden Stop. No dice, Cat. Without an official referee’s ruling, neither one stands.
CAT: OH, this is such bullshit!
CJ groggily crawls over to the ropes, rolling over into a seated position, before wiping the sweat from his eyes. He looks over at Press, who lies motionless in the center of the ring, and then over to A-Ref, still down in the corner. He closes his eyes and talks to himself out of sheer frustration, realizing now what Percy had just stated for the people at home. He reaches up to the top rope, pulls himself up to his feet, and then stumbles over to where A-Ref lay unconscious.
PERCY: O’Donnell’s calling for some water, and it looks like our time keeper is going to oblige him.
O’Donnell takes a swig from the bottle, before turning the rest of it’s contents over onto A-Ref. The referee spits and sputters as he suddenly comes awake, and he rolls over onto his side coughing up a lung. CJ tosses the bottle from the ring, and helps the referee to his feet before turning back towards Press. He steps over to the big man, and nudges him with his foot, before reaching down and trying to pull him up to his feet by his stringy long hair. Just then, Press throws CJ’s hands out away from him, hooks him around the midsection, and then hoists him up only to drive him back down to the canvas with a malicious spine buster. He’s unable to stay on top of O’Donnell, rather, he falls off to the side of the man, both men writhing around on the canvas trying to get their barings.
CAT: This would be a damn shame! O’Donnell goes to all that trouble to get A-Ref up, just for him to turn around and count both these fools out!
PERCY: I certainly hope not…but I’m not sure either man can continue.
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3…
4…
PERCY: No one can deny that this has been the match of a lifetime! I hate to see it end here, but maybe that’s the only way it can end.
5…
6…
CAT: As much as I dislike him and his partner, I can’t deny that Press has proven why he’s the big man around these parts, and of coarse, CJ O’Donnell’s proved why he’s The Distinguished.
7…
8…
Press slowly lifts up into a push up position, and then shoots his left arm, and crashes back down to the canvas, but with his appendage draped across CJ's chest. A-Ref stops his count, and drops to make a different one.
1...
2...
Thre-At the last possible nano-second CJ's arm shoots up off the canvas, sending the entire arena into a frenzy.
PERCY: What the hell are these two going to have to do to each other for there to be a finish to this match?
CAT: Looks like murder, Percy.
Press slowly lifts himself off of CJ, and gets up to one knee, pausing there to rest for a minute before pushing up to his full height. The Champion looks drained as he sluggishly leans down to pull CJ up to his feet. O'Donnell, however, surprises him with a sudden kick to his face, which causes Press to release his hold, and stumble back. CJ, seeing his opportunity, rolls backwards and up to his feet, falls into the ropes for momentum, and comes leaping back with his knee extended.
PERCY: CJ O'DONNEL WITH IRISH KNOWLE-NO! Press side stepped, CJ turns around, boot the midsection, tuck of the head...PRESS RELEASE POWERBOMB! JESUS, O'DONNELL JUST SPIKED OFF THE CANVAS!
CAT: Like I said, murder.
The crowd goes wild as Press drops to his knees, and hooks CJ's leg deep for the cover.
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2...
3!!!
PERCY: THAT'S IT! HE DID IT! Press retained the championship!
CAT: You know, after seeing what he did to Stevie, and now that he's overcome O'Donnell, I don't think I can keep giving the guy such a hard time.
PERCY: Cross Recoba is going to have to pick another person to place his $50,000 prize on, cause CJ O'Donnell was not the guy to knock Press off the mountain.
CAT: Yeah, but he's got two guys coming up in our Main Event that both wouldn't mind having their shot at his head.
PERCY: That's right folks, up next is our Main Event of the evening, and it's huge.
CAT: And we'll have that coming up for you just as soon as we pay the bills with a few sponsors.
CJ O'Donnell is seen crawling out of the ring, holding his spine, while Press stands in the center of the ring, the PAW Heavyweight Championship held out in front of him. He stares at the title for a long moment, before looking up at the crowd with a half-smile, and exhausted as he is, thrusts the title over his head to a standing ovation. The scene cuts to commercial, as he exits the ring to interact with his public.