Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 15:57:04 GMT
PERCY: I wonder what Youth is up to?
CAT: You know that it's not gonna be good.
PERCY: And what about Jack Nomad and The Shadow? Things keep escelating between those two, and we still don't know anything about this guy.
CAT: All I know is that Jack Nomad has a major hard on for that guy, and he barely escaped this time. How much longer before Nomad finally gets his hands on him?
PERCY: Good question, but right now Rhonda's in the ring and we've got a main event quality match in store for us next, so take it away...
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match, and is set for one fall or submission...
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: Coming to the ring, 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 reaches 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 enters 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: This will be the first time we've seen CJ O'Donnell since his defeat at the hands of Press during their epic PAW Heavyweight Championship match at Heat Stroke.
CAT: In my opinion, CJ was robbed. He deserves a rematch.
PERCY: And he might just get one too, but right now Calvin Harris, the current #1 Contender, stands in the way of that, and I don't think he's much obliged to do so.
"Your Betrayal" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena's speakers, the guitar riff kicking it all off as the fans begin to boo. After a few seconds, the curtain is slowly peeled back, and out steps Calvin Harris, a smug expression spread over his face. He steps to the center of the stage, nodding as the fans continue to pour on their hate, and thrusts his arms out at his side, letting his head hang back, soaking it all in. When he's had enough he lets his arms fall to his side, and he starts making his way down the ramp towards ringside, heckling the crowd all the way.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his opponent, all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is the #1 Contender to the PAW Heavyweight Championship, the 'Martyr of Pro Wrestling' CALVIN HARRIS!
When Calvin reaches ringside, he hops up onto the apron on his knee, pulls himself up by use of the ropes, and in one fluid motion slips between the middle ropes one leg at a time. He looks over at CJ with a shitty grin, before stepping over to the opposite corner, and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd continues to boo as he thrusts his arms out at his side once again, eating up the hate before dropping down to the mat, and turning to face his opponent.
Suddenly there is a commotion in the audience behind the commentator's table. Someone throws a chair into the ring that sails in front of O'Donnell. A large group of fans stand and scramble away to the left as a man wades through them like a killer whale throwing chairs aside. Security struggles to keep order as Aokigahara Zombie makes his way to the ring through the crowd. His face shows the effects of the match with Strick but he moves with determination. He pushes some people aside and stops short of the guardrail and grabs a microphone from the announcer's table. Aokigahara gets on a chair with one foot on the barricade and waves.
ZOMBIE: Hey, CJ. Hello! It's me, remember? I don't know what your point was on the last show so I tried to ignore it and get on with my business but you were just scratching around in my head every single day since you attacked me after my win. I scratched and scratched but I just couldn't get you out. The only way is to smash you with my head and make you leak out like blood coming out of an ear. So here I am to give you a message. You can now forget about anything else in PAW. Forget about the Heavyweight Championship. Forget about Press. Forget about this guy here. Sorry, man, calm down. CJ, there is only one thing to worry about in your immediate future and that's the target I've tacked on your back. We ain't resting until I'm satisfied you learned what it means to get int the way of my work. For now... have a good match.
He laughs and makes his way to the next aisle through the audience in much the same tumultuous way he arrived. As security and valets try to make order of the seats and the audience, we focus back to the ring. O'Donnell grabs the announcer's mic.
O'DONNELL: Who are you again? Do you actually think I know your name. You were just a causality of war. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. So pull your panties out of your ass and eat a snickers. I hate people who complain over the most simple minded things. If you want a fight I'll give you a fight but on my terms. Now enjoy this match and I hope you brought a pad and pen with you so you take notes.
Aokigahara grins and points at O'Donnell and wags his finger up and down with a grin. Then he slowly brings the finger to his forehead and taps it a few times with the smile gone from his eyes. He backs away and leaves the seating area. Harris, having watched all of this unfold, shakes his head in disbelief, turning to the crowd to talk crap about his opponent. An incensed CJ O'Donnell comes tearing across the ring with a forearm to Calvin's back. Harris tries to spin around, but all this does is buy CJ enough time to catch him again and again across his kidney area before Harris is able to finally fall into a corner. From there, CJ changes gears, and starts driving his right fist into the mans face repeatedly.
PERCY: This certainly isn't a surprise, as there is absolutely no love lost between these two, but you gotta believe some of this hostility coming from CJ O'Donnell is because of Aokigahara Zombie!
CAT: Yeah, but that's a tale for another date. This right here is between two guys who still don't see eye to eye.
O'Donnell nails Calvin one more time before taking him by the wrist, and whipping him to the other side following close behind, ready to strike. Cavlin hits the turnbuckle hard, and stumbles forwards, only to be caught right across the throat with a lariat that damn near takes his head off. Harris thunders to the mat, but pops up quickly, but O'Donnell is there forcing him into the ropes, and whips him to the opposite side.
PERCY: An aggressive CJ O'Donnell is all over Calvin Harris. Harris on his way back now, but he ducks CJ's back elbow attempt. Coming back one more time, and he ducks the round house kick. For a third time, and OH! Harris hopped straight up and ...HURRICANRANA!
CAT: Calvin just sitting on O'Donnell's chest, and now it's his turn with the right hands!
Calvin rains right hands down into O'Donnell's face, but CJ manages to bring his legs up, and hooks both of Calvin's arms with his calves before tipping him backwards, and sitting up into a pin attempt.
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Calvin easily gets out of the pin by swinging his legs forwards over his head, and rolling all the way up to his feet, only to throw both of them out to catch O'Donnell in the face with a short falling drop kick. O'Donnell's head snaps back to strike off the canvas, as Harris scrambles up to his feet to drop an elbow down onto CJ before going for a quick cover.
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CJ Kicks out with authority, and comes up to a seated position, only for Harris to reach around his neck, and yank him back into a rear naked choke. O'Donnell reaches out for the ropes, but Harris pulls back, grapevining his legs around CJ's midsection to make it even that much more difficult.
PERCY: A furious exchange between these two only to end with Harris placing O'Donnell in this submission.
CAT: Yeah, and he has him all tied up in the center of the ring, with no where to go.
CJ struggles against Harris, but to no avail, as The Martyr of Professional Wrestling cinches in even tighter, like an anaconda trying to squeeze the life out of it's prey. O'Donnell, realizing that he's too far away from the ropes to reach them, ceases that coarse of action, and instead places both hands on Calvin's boot. He musters up a gust of strength, and forces one of Calvin's legs off of him, and quickly rolls over onto his stomach, dragging Harris along for the ride, still attached to his back. CJ manages to get up to his hands and knee's, Harris yanking back and forth on his neck in disbelief. O'Donnell slips one foot under him, and with an anguished effort he pushes up to a standing position. He stumbles a bit from the feat of strength, plus the extra cargo on his back, but soon rights himself. Still in the center of the ring, and with Calvin still on his back, he reaches down and hooks Calvin behind the knee's, before throwing both men straight back. Harris hit's the canvas hard with all of CJ's weight crashing down on top of him, forcing the break, and leaving both men lying on the mat.
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell got the separation, but it took a lot out of him. Both men are down, and A-Ref looks like he's going to go for a count.
CAT: I can't believe all of this escalated so quickly, Percy. We're only about five minutes into this match!
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3...
Calvin begins to stir, and rolls towards the ropes so he can use them to get up to his feet, while O'Donnell rolls over onto his side, pushing himself halfway up onto his elbow.
4...
5...
Both men come up to their feet at the count of five, and A-Ref ceases his count, stepping back to see what was going to happen next. With Calvin near the edge of the ropes, CJ takes off towards him, but Calvin ducks his head at the last second, back dropping CJ up and over the top rope. CJ, However, has the where-with-all to grab the top rope on his way over, so he lands safely on the apron rather than the floor. When Calvin turns to survey the damage, he's surprised by a strong forearm shot to the jaw that rocks his head back. O'Donnell then grabs a handful of hair, and takes off with Calvin, ramming him head first into the nearest turnbuckle. Harris' head bounces off the pad, and he stumbles out towards the center of the ring, as CJ scrambles up the ropes to arrive at the top. As soon as Harris manages to turn around, O'Donnell takes flight, throwing his feet out in front of him, and catching Calvin flush with a Missile Drop Kick. Harris is sent crashing down to the canvas, and CJ quickly crawls over, and hooks the leg for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Beautiful drop kick by O'Donnell that almost got him the 1,2,3, but Harris got the shoulder up.
O'Donnell gets to his feet, and jerks Harris up with him, pushing the man into the ropes, and then sending him off with authority. Harris rebounds off the opposite side, and O'Donnell moves into position to catch him with a Power Slam, but when he scoops him up, Calvin uses his momentum to complete a forward flip right out O'Donnell's arms to land on his feet in front of him. He boots the Irishman in the bread basket, doubling him over, hooks him around the head, and spikes him off the canvas with a vicious DDT. Harris takes a second to get his faculties, and then rolls his man over to make the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! That slight hesitation cost Harris the three count I think.
CAT: Lay off him, Percy. The man just got momentum back on his side.
Harris gains his feet, leaving O'Donnell lying on the mat. He bounces off the ropes for some momentum, and when he reaches CJ's position, he leaps high into the air, bringing both knee's up to his chest, and then exploding them downwards as he drops for a double foot stomp.
PERCY: Magic Bullet Theory by Harris to O'Donnell, and CJ is rolling around holding his midsection in agony.
CAT: That's all of Calvin's weight plus the extra effort right down into CJ's guts. That's got to take the breath right out of you!
Harris watches with smug satisfaction as O'Donnell clutches at himself, and the fans pour on the hate for 'The Martyr of Professional Wrestling'. He acknowledges them with a pose, giving CJ enough time to try and work himself up to his feet. When he reaches his knee's, Harris stops his taunting of the crowd, rushes into the ropes, and then springs back, catching CJ with a Yakuza kick that damn near takes his head off. Harris drops to his knee's beside CJ, and confidently hooks the leg for a cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! My God, that was almost it! CJ O'Donnell just barely getting the shoulder up off that three count.
CAT: Yeah, it's looking pretty grim now.
Harris shakes his head in disappointment as he gets to his feet, yanking CJ up with him only to scoop him up into his arms. As soon as Calvin gets him into position, CJ begins struggling, working his leg loose from Harris' grasp, and then driving his knee into the side of Calvin's head. Harris takes a few shots before finally releasing his hold all together, allowing CJ to drop down to land on his feet right in front of him. CJ switches from knee's to kicks, one to the left thigh, another to the right thigh, and finally a straight kick right to the knee that causes Calvin to drop to his other one. Now on one knee, Calvin rocks back and forth with solid kicks by CJ right to his chest, and just when it looks like CJ is about to run out of steam, he finishes the vicious blows with a roundhouse kick that snaps him back to the mat.
PERCY: CJ calls that combination of kicks, Feet Down Fail Me Now!
CAT: Clever and effective, Percy.
CJ stumbles over to the ropes, still holding his midsection, as Harris lays flat on his back in the center of the ring after taking the onslaught of kicks. Calvin rolls over onto his stomach and tries to push up to his knee's, but before he ever makes it O'Donnell comes charging over from his position, leaps into the air, and places the heel of his foot on the back of Calvin's head, spiking it back down to the mat in a curb stomp.
PERCY: IRISH KISS!! My God what impact!
CAT: This might be it!
CJ shoots the half nelson on Harris to get him rolled onto his back, and hooks the leg for the pin.
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2...
THRE-KICK OUT!!! Harris' shoulder thrusts off the canvas knocking CJ off of him, but Calvin falls limply over to his side afterwards as O'Donnell pounds the mat with his fist in frustration. O'Donnell eases himself onto his feet, and turns to stare down at Harris, nodding his head like a light bulb has just went off. He backs over into the farthest corner, and lowers himself, ready to spring the minute that Calvin gets to his feet. After a few seconds Calvin begins to stir, and he slowly stumbles his way to his feet. CJ thunders out of his corner, leaping into the air while at the same time lifting his knee up to line up with Calvin's head. At the last possible second Harris dodges to the left allowing O'Donnell to pass him by, and when the Irishman turns around, Harris meets him with a super kick that catches him just beneath the jaw. CJ falls backwards, but is too close to the ropes, causing him to bounce back towards Calvin, who takes off towards the opposite ropes, springboards from the second, and twists back around to catch O'Donnell right in the face with a flying right fist. Both men go crashing down to the mat, neither one able to make it back to their feet.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE! CJ O'Donnell went for his Irish Knowledge Jumping Knee, but Harris was able to get out of the way and caught him with a super kick immediately followed by his flying superman punch!
CAT: Yeah, and now their both wiped out on the mat. A-Ref's starting another count!
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3...
PERCY: These two never fail to deliver no matter how many times we see them. Love them or hate them, they are the definition of PAW action!
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CAT: Yeah, but I hate to see this one right here end this way. Come on guys, GET UP!
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8...
At the count of eight both men roll over onto their backs, still sucking in air.
9...
Just before A-Ref steps forward with the count of ten, both men roll their legs up onto their chest and perform a double kip up, causing the entire arena to erupt in cheers. Harris and O'Donnell look over at one another wide eyed, and there's a brief moment of calm in the arena, as if time and space have hit the pause button. Suddenly, everything comes crashing back to reality, and time picks up with a vengeance. Harris throws his leg out for a superkick, but O'Donnell ducks it, catching the man around the waist from behind in his follow through. He lifts Harris clear off the mat, and then heaves himself backwards with a release German Suplex. Once released Harris tucks his legs, cutting a back flip while still in the air, and landing safely on his feet. O'Donnell pops up to face him, and ducks his clothesline attempt. As Harris continues on towards the ropes, O'Donnell takes off towards the ones in front of him, and both men thunder back towards the center of the ring, leaving their feet with simultaneous cross bodies. The two men connect, their impact sending them both sailing off in opposite directions to crash upon the mat.
PERCY: These two guys are unbelievable!
CAT: They are redefining what constitutes a wrestling match right here.
O'Donnell is the first to get to his feet, and he hangs on the top rope, trying to get his baring. Harris is slow to get to his feet, but he looks up through his stringy hair to spot O'Donnell across the ring. He takes off in a sprint, rushing in to take advantage of the situation. At the last possible second, O'Donnell drops straight down, taking the top rope with him, and Harris is sent tumbling from the ring to the outside. His body slaps the concrete floor, and he clutches at his back in surprise and pain. CJ turns to see where Harris has landed, and steps towards the center of the ring. With a nod of his head, the fans come to their feet as CJ takes off towards the ropes, and somersaults over the top to land squarely on Harris with a sentan across his chest. When he lands, his ass slaps the concrete, and he clutches at his bottom as he rolls off of Calvin, who convulses on the floor in pain.
PERCY: That was a huge high risk move by O'Donnell, and it looks like both men are wipe out at ringside.
CAT: Yeah, and A-Ref is starting the count!
A-Ref gets all the way to the count of five when CJ starts using the guard rail to pull himself up to his feet. He hobbles a little big after his trip down to the concrete, but looks down at Harris in satisfaction as he passes by him, and rolls under the bottom rope to break the count. He immediately rolls back out, and steps over to Calvin Harris, bending down to pull 'The Martyr of Wrestling' to his feet.
CAT: What's he doing? He could have gotten the win over Harris by count out!
PERCY: O'Donnell doesn't want to win it that way, Cat. He want's to drive home a point by pinning Calvin in the ring.
CAT: A win's a win! That's just stupid.
CJ has Harris up now, and takes him by the wrist, whipping him towards the closest ring post. Calvin is able to turn his body at the last second, so that it's his back and not his face that strikes the steel, but upon impact he thrusts his shoulders forward in pain, falling to all fours. He begins to crawl towards the announce table, as CJ rounds the corner to continue his assault.
CAT: Um...they are out here with us. The last time Calvin Harris was this close to the announce table bad things happened!
PERCY: Well, at least there's not a Hell in a Cell out here this time. But either way, maybe we should get out of dodge just to be safe.
Percy and Cat grab their stuff, and vacate the announce area as Harris slaps a palm onto the announce table to pull himself up to his feet, and just when he turns around, O'Donnell rushes forward with a clothesline. Calvin, however, sides steps CJ, hooks him under the arm, and uses his own momentum to hip toss him clear over the announce table only to come crashing down awkwardly across the announce chairs. CJ kicks cables loose from his feet and clutches at his injured back, while Harris takes a minute to try and clear the cobwebs. Eventually, Harris hops up onto the announce table, and as CJ gets up to his feet Calvin gets a handful of hair, and drags him up as well.
PERCY: (Squawk) is this thing on?
CAT: I can hear you, Percy, can you hear me?
PERCY: I think we're ok, but this things about to get real nasty! Our tables have been reinforced thanks to The BombTrax! It has no give!
A-Ref has exited the ring, chastising Harris who pulls CJ up to his feet, and tucks his head between his legs. He ignores the official as he leans forwards to clasp his hands around O'Donnell's midsection, and then lifts him up, and straight down into a package piledriver. The announce table cracks loudly, but doesn't go down, and CJ falls off the side of the table to land at A-Ref's feet, blood starting to pour from a gash across the top of his head. Calvin just sits in discomfort on the table, the impact to his spine and tailbone obviously taking it's toll.
PERCY: MY GOD! ART OF BETRAYAL ONTO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!
CAT: CJ's been busted open!
A-Ref contemplates calling for the bell, but he shrugs, and then slips into the ring to start a second count. Harris looks over towards the ring where the official is counting, and he shakes his head 'no' rolling off the table, and then stumbling down to his knee's. He crawls towards the edge of the ring, and pulls himself up onto the ring apron at the count of five, and then rolls in by the count of six. O'Donnell begins to stir himself, reaching up to wipe the blood that had moved down into his eyes. Slowly he crawls towards the ring, and at the count of nine, he pulls himself up, and just as A-Ref is about to go for ten, he launches his body under the bottom rope to where he's at least partially inside the ring. Calvin scoots over to a corner, sitting with his back against the bottom turnbuckle, and he just stares at CJ while trying to catch his breath.
PERCY: Both of these men have tried to shorten careers tonight, and one has to wonder what it's going to take to put one of them away.
CAT: Nothing short of a bullet to the head at this rate, Percy.
Calvin reaches up to grab the top rope, and pulls himself up into the corner, watching as CJ tries to get to his feet. Without warning the Irishman takes off in a sprint towards Calvin, leaping into the air and throwing his Knee out for Irish Knowledge. Calvin just narrowly dodges out of the way as CJ hits the top turnbuckle with is knee instead. He clutches at his knee as he stumbles backwards, but Calvin is there, spins him around, lowers his head, hooks his arms, and spikes his head and shoulders into the mat with a surprise vertabreaker.
PERCY: MARTYR'S MASSACRE!! OH MY GOD!!
CAT: CJ doesn't even look conscious...
PERCY: Calvin for the pin....
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3!!!
Harris rolls off of CJ, and pulls himself to his feet by use of the ropes, only to stumble back into a corner to help support him. He stares down at the Irishmen, and starts nodding his head, a shit eating grin spread over his face as Rhonda makes the announcement.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, 'THE MARTYR OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING' CALVIN HARRIS!!
The fans boo as Calvin watches EMT's at ringside checking on O'Donnell to see if he can make it back to the locker rooms on his own. He decides to go ahead and exit the ring, making his way up the ramp, where he stops midways long enough to throw his arms out to either side of him cockily. The fans pour on the hate as he soaks it in, and he laughs at them as he backs the rest of the way up the ramp. He pauses at the curtain just long enough to blow a mock kiss to the crowd, which gets a huge reaction from the crowd, some even throwing their food wrappers at him. He laughs one more time, and then slips through to the back.
The curtain suddenly explodes open, and Calvin Harris comes stumbling back out onto the stage clutching his head. When the camera focuses past him, it see's Press come stalking out right behind him, where he had obviously been lying in wait for the man. As he trudges out onto the stage, the fans come alive at the sight of him, but he doesn't slow to acknowledge them.
PERCY: This is not good...
CAT: Well, there goes the neighborhood.
Calvin, still stunned from whatever he was hit with, turns just in time to catch a hard right hand that thunders him down to the unforgiving steel mesh of the stage. The big man reaches down and gets a fist full of hair only to jerk Calvin back to his feet, and then run him head first right into one of the steel support beams that hold up the big screen above the entrance. When Press snatches Calvin's head back, blood can be seen pouring down from a gash across his forehead.
PERCY: GOD ALMIGHTY! Press has busted Calvin Harris open, and doesn't appear to be done with him.
CAT: Yeah, he's a real hero, Percy. Attacking the man like this after the match we just witnessed between him and O'Donnell.
PERCY: C'mon, Cat. You had to know this was coming sooner than later after that attack Harris orchestrated last show on The Box Office! At least we know what Youth was doing; Jack Nomad's off chasing The Shadow, and Alexandra Kelly is tied up with Lady Munin, leaving Calvin Harris completely unprotected!
The fans erupt at the sight of blood as Press leads/drags Harris over to the edge of the stage. All in attendance, including the announcers, come to their feet as the big man thrusts Calvin's head down between his legs. He looks out at the crowd and all he receives in return are urges for him to do whatever it is that he has planned.
PERCY: You don't think....
CAT: The man does like to Powerbomb people off of stuff.
Press nods, lifts Harris up into a seated position on his chest, and then Press Release Powerbombs him off the stage. Calvin comes to a crash landing through two technical tables sitting side by side with equipment and wires being scattered every which way. The fans erupt into a 'Press' chant as the big man looks down on Harris' prone body in satisfaction. He then turns his attention to the crowd with a nod, reaching into his back pocket to produce a microphone.
PRESS: Calvin, all men have lessons that they have to learn in life. As confident as you may seam, and as good as you've built yourself up in your mind, you are no different. As for me, well, I just happen to be your elder, so I'm going to help you navigate the troubled waters to come. You say you aren't afraid, that you aren't going to back down. Well, kid, my pop-pop told me a long time ago that a man doesn't have to be afraid to get his ass whipped. Consider this your first life lesson courtesy of The BombTrax. Don't worry though, boy, there is so much more to come. You'll find that out at Bad Moon Rising.
Press' mic hand drops to his side, as the other slowly raises into the air. He's met with cheers and cat calls as he backs towards the entrance, and then disappears behind the curtain.
PERCY: Press sending one hell of a message here tonight to the #1 Contender. God, if these two keep at each other like this, there isn't going to be anything left for Bad Moon Rising.
CAT: Yeah, and after all is said and done, I wonder what Harris' new partners, Pixie and Nomad, think of all this.
PERCY: I guess we'll have to wait to find out, but for right now, let's pay some bills and here a few words from our sponsors.
CAT: You know that it's not gonna be good.
PERCY: And what about Jack Nomad and The Shadow? Things keep escelating between those two, and we still don't know anything about this guy.
CAT: All I know is that Jack Nomad has a major hard on for that guy, and he barely escaped this time. How much longer before Nomad finally gets his hands on him?
PERCY: Good question, but right now Rhonda's in the ring and we've got a main event quality match in store for us next, so take it away...
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The following contest is a singles match, and is set for one fall or submission...
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: Coming to the ring, 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 reaches 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 enters 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: This will be the first time we've seen CJ O'Donnell since his defeat at the hands of Press during their epic PAW Heavyweight Championship match at Heat Stroke.
CAT: In my opinion, CJ was robbed. He deserves a rematch.
PERCY: And he might just get one too, but right now Calvin Harris, the current #1 Contender, stands in the way of that, and I don't think he's much obliged to do so.
"Your Betrayal" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena's speakers, the guitar riff kicking it all off as the fans begin to boo. After a few seconds, the curtain is slowly peeled back, and out steps Calvin Harris, a smug expression spread over his face. He steps to the center of the stage, nodding as the fans continue to pour on their hate, and thrusts his arms out at his side, letting his head hang back, soaking it all in. When he's had enough he lets his arms fall to his side, and he starts making his way down the ramp towards ringside, heckling the crowd all the way.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing his opponent, all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is the #1 Contender to the PAW Heavyweight Championship, the 'Martyr of Pro Wrestling' CALVIN HARRIS!
When Calvin reaches ringside, he hops up onto the apron on his knee, pulls himself up by use of the ropes, and in one fluid motion slips between the middle ropes one leg at a time. He looks over at CJ with a shitty grin, before stepping over to the opposite corner, and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd continues to boo as he thrusts his arms out at his side once again, eating up the hate before dropping down to the mat, and turning to face his opponent.
Suddenly there is a commotion in the audience behind the commentator's table. Someone throws a chair into the ring that sails in front of O'Donnell. A large group of fans stand and scramble away to the left as a man wades through them like a killer whale throwing chairs aside. Security struggles to keep order as Aokigahara Zombie makes his way to the ring through the crowd. His face shows the effects of the match with Strick but he moves with determination. He pushes some people aside and stops short of the guardrail and grabs a microphone from the announcer's table. Aokigahara gets on a chair with one foot on the barricade and waves.
ZOMBIE: Hey, CJ. Hello! It's me, remember? I don't know what your point was on the last show so I tried to ignore it and get on with my business but you were just scratching around in my head every single day since you attacked me after my win. I scratched and scratched but I just couldn't get you out. The only way is to smash you with my head and make you leak out like blood coming out of an ear. So here I am to give you a message. You can now forget about anything else in PAW. Forget about the Heavyweight Championship. Forget about Press. Forget about this guy here. Sorry, man, calm down. CJ, there is only one thing to worry about in your immediate future and that's the target I've tacked on your back. We ain't resting until I'm satisfied you learned what it means to get int the way of my work. For now... have a good match.
He laughs and makes his way to the next aisle through the audience in much the same tumultuous way he arrived. As security and valets try to make order of the seats and the audience, we focus back to the ring. O'Donnell grabs the announcer's mic.
O'DONNELL: Who are you again? Do you actually think I know your name. You were just a causality of war. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. So pull your panties out of your ass and eat a snickers. I hate people who complain over the most simple minded things. If you want a fight I'll give you a fight but on my terms. Now enjoy this match and I hope you brought a pad and pen with you so you take notes.
Aokigahara grins and points at O'Donnell and wags his finger up and down with a grin. Then he slowly brings the finger to his forehead and taps it a few times with the smile gone from his eyes. He backs away and leaves the seating area. Harris, having watched all of this unfold, shakes his head in disbelief, turning to the crowd to talk crap about his opponent. An incensed CJ O'Donnell comes tearing across the ring with a forearm to Calvin's back. Harris tries to spin around, but all this does is buy CJ enough time to catch him again and again across his kidney area before Harris is able to finally fall into a corner. From there, CJ changes gears, and starts driving his right fist into the mans face repeatedly.
PERCY: This certainly isn't a surprise, as there is absolutely no love lost between these two, but you gotta believe some of this hostility coming from CJ O'Donnell is because of Aokigahara Zombie!
CAT: Yeah, but that's a tale for another date. This right here is between two guys who still don't see eye to eye.
O'Donnell nails Calvin one more time before taking him by the wrist, and whipping him to the other side following close behind, ready to strike. Cavlin hits the turnbuckle hard, and stumbles forwards, only to be caught right across the throat with a lariat that damn near takes his head off. Harris thunders to the mat, but pops up quickly, but O'Donnell is there forcing him into the ropes, and whips him to the opposite side.
PERCY: An aggressive CJ O'Donnell is all over Calvin Harris. Harris on his way back now, but he ducks CJ's back elbow attempt. Coming back one more time, and he ducks the round house kick. For a third time, and OH! Harris hopped straight up and ...HURRICANRANA!
CAT: Calvin just sitting on O'Donnell's chest, and now it's his turn with the right hands!
Calvin rains right hands down into O'Donnell's face, but CJ manages to bring his legs up, and hooks both of Calvin's arms with his calves before tipping him backwards, and sitting up into a pin attempt.
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Calvin easily gets out of the pin by swinging his legs forwards over his head, and rolling all the way up to his feet, only to throw both of them out to catch O'Donnell in the face with a short falling drop kick. O'Donnell's head snaps back to strike off the canvas, as Harris scrambles up to his feet to drop an elbow down onto CJ before going for a quick cover.
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CJ Kicks out with authority, and comes up to a seated position, only for Harris to reach around his neck, and yank him back into a rear naked choke. O'Donnell reaches out for the ropes, but Harris pulls back, grapevining his legs around CJ's midsection to make it even that much more difficult.
PERCY: A furious exchange between these two only to end with Harris placing O'Donnell in this submission.
CAT: Yeah, and he has him all tied up in the center of the ring, with no where to go.
CJ struggles against Harris, but to no avail, as The Martyr of Professional Wrestling cinches in even tighter, like an anaconda trying to squeeze the life out of it's prey. O'Donnell, realizing that he's too far away from the ropes to reach them, ceases that coarse of action, and instead places both hands on Calvin's boot. He musters up a gust of strength, and forces one of Calvin's legs off of him, and quickly rolls over onto his stomach, dragging Harris along for the ride, still attached to his back. CJ manages to get up to his hands and knee's, Harris yanking back and forth on his neck in disbelief. O'Donnell slips one foot under him, and with an anguished effort he pushes up to a standing position. He stumbles a bit from the feat of strength, plus the extra cargo on his back, but soon rights himself. Still in the center of the ring, and with Calvin still on his back, he reaches down and hooks Calvin behind the knee's, before throwing both men straight back. Harris hit's the canvas hard with all of CJ's weight crashing down on top of him, forcing the break, and leaving both men lying on the mat.
PERCY: CJ O'Donnell got the separation, but it took a lot out of him. Both men are down, and A-Ref looks like he's going to go for a count.
CAT: I can't believe all of this escalated so quickly, Percy. We're only about five minutes into this match!
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Calvin begins to stir, and rolls towards the ropes so he can use them to get up to his feet, while O'Donnell rolls over onto his side, pushing himself halfway up onto his elbow.
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Both men come up to their feet at the count of five, and A-Ref ceases his count, stepping back to see what was going to happen next. With Calvin near the edge of the ropes, CJ takes off towards him, but Calvin ducks his head at the last second, back dropping CJ up and over the top rope. CJ, However, has the where-with-all to grab the top rope on his way over, so he lands safely on the apron rather than the floor. When Calvin turns to survey the damage, he's surprised by a strong forearm shot to the jaw that rocks his head back. O'Donnell then grabs a handful of hair, and takes off with Calvin, ramming him head first into the nearest turnbuckle. Harris' head bounces off the pad, and he stumbles out towards the center of the ring, as CJ scrambles up the ropes to arrive at the top. As soon as Harris manages to turn around, O'Donnell takes flight, throwing his feet out in front of him, and catching Calvin flush with a Missile Drop Kick. Harris is sent crashing down to the canvas, and CJ quickly crawls over, and hooks the leg for a cover.
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PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! Beautiful drop kick by O'Donnell that almost got him the 1,2,3, but Harris got the shoulder up.
O'Donnell gets to his feet, and jerks Harris up with him, pushing the man into the ropes, and then sending him off with authority. Harris rebounds off the opposite side, and O'Donnell moves into position to catch him with a Power Slam, but when he scoops him up, Calvin uses his momentum to complete a forward flip right out O'Donnell's arms to land on his feet in front of him. He boots the Irishman in the bread basket, doubling him over, hooks him around the head, and spikes him off the canvas with a vicious DDT. Harris takes a second to get his faculties, and then rolls his man over to make the cover.
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PERCY: Thre-KICK OUT! That slight hesitation cost Harris the three count I think.
CAT: Lay off him, Percy. The man just got momentum back on his side.
Harris gains his feet, leaving O'Donnell lying on the mat. He bounces off the ropes for some momentum, and when he reaches CJ's position, he leaps high into the air, bringing both knee's up to his chest, and then exploding them downwards as he drops for a double foot stomp.
PERCY: Magic Bullet Theory by Harris to O'Donnell, and CJ is rolling around holding his midsection in agony.
CAT: That's all of Calvin's weight plus the extra effort right down into CJ's guts. That's got to take the breath right out of you!
Harris watches with smug satisfaction as O'Donnell clutches at himself, and the fans pour on the hate for 'The Martyr of Professional Wrestling'. He acknowledges them with a pose, giving CJ enough time to try and work himself up to his feet. When he reaches his knee's, Harris stops his taunting of the crowd, rushes into the ropes, and then springs back, catching CJ with a Yakuza kick that damn near takes his head off. Harris drops to his knee's beside CJ, and confidently hooks the leg for a cover.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! My God, that was almost it! CJ O'Donnell just barely getting the shoulder up off that three count.
CAT: Yeah, it's looking pretty grim now.
Harris shakes his head in disappointment as he gets to his feet, yanking CJ up with him only to scoop him up into his arms. As soon as Calvin gets him into position, CJ begins struggling, working his leg loose from Harris' grasp, and then driving his knee into the side of Calvin's head. Harris takes a few shots before finally releasing his hold all together, allowing CJ to drop down to land on his feet right in front of him. CJ switches from knee's to kicks, one to the left thigh, another to the right thigh, and finally a straight kick right to the knee that causes Calvin to drop to his other one. Now on one knee, Calvin rocks back and forth with solid kicks by CJ right to his chest, and just when it looks like CJ is about to run out of steam, he finishes the vicious blows with a roundhouse kick that snaps him back to the mat.
PERCY: CJ calls that combination of kicks, Feet Down Fail Me Now!
CAT: Clever and effective, Percy.
CJ stumbles over to the ropes, still holding his midsection, as Harris lays flat on his back in the center of the ring after taking the onslaught of kicks. Calvin rolls over onto his stomach and tries to push up to his knee's, but before he ever makes it O'Donnell comes charging over from his position, leaps into the air, and places the heel of his foot on the back of Calvin's head, spiking it back down to the mat in a curb stomp.
PERCY: IRISH KISS!! My God what impact!
CAT: This might be it!
CJ shoots the half nelson on Harris to get him rolled onto his back, and hooks the leg for the pin.
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THRE-KICK OUT!!! Harris' shoulder thrusts off the canvas knocking CJ off of him, but Calvin falls limply over to his side afterwards as O'Donnell pounds the mat with his fist in frustration. O'Donnell eases himself onto his feet, and turns to stare down at Harris, nodding his head like a light bulb has just went off. He backs over into the farthest corner, and lowers himself, ready to spring the minute that Calvin gets to his feet. After a few seconds Calvin begins to stir, and he slowly stumbles his way to his feet. CJ thunders out of his corner, leaping into the air while at the same time lifting his knee up to line up with Calvin's head. At the last possible second Harris dodges to the left allowing O'Donnell to pass him by, and when the Irishman turns around, Harris meets him with a super kick that catches him just beneath the jaw. CJ falls backwards, but is too close to the ropes, causing him to bounce back towards Calvin, who takes off towards the opposite ropes, springboards from the second, and twists back around to catch O'Donnell right in the face with a flying right fist. Both men go crashing down to the mat, neither one able to make it back to their feet.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE! CJ O'Donnell went for his Irish Knowledge Jumping Knee, but Harris was able to get out of the way and caught him with a super kick immediately followed by his flying superman punch!
CAT: Yeah, and now their both wiped out on the mat. A-Ref's starting another count!
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PERCY: These two never fail to deliver no matter how many times we see them. Love them or hate them, they are the definition of PAW action!
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CAT: Yeah, but I hate to see this one right here end this way. Come on guys, GET UP!
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At the count of eight both men roll over onto their backs, still sucking in air.
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Just before A-Ref steps forward with the count of ten, both men roll their legs up onto their chest and perform a double kip up, causing the entire arena to erupt in cheers. Harris and O'Donnell look over at one another wide eyed, and there's a brief moment of calm in the arena, as if time and space have hit the pause button. Suddenly, everything comes crashing back to reality, and time picks up with a vengeance. Harris throws his leg out for a superkick, but O'Donnell ducks it, catching the man around the waist from behind in his follow through. He lifts Harris clear off the mat, and then heaves himself backwards with a release German Suplex. Once released Harris tucks his legs, cutting a back flip while still in the air, and landing safely on his feet. O'Donnell pops up to face him, and ducks his clothesline attempt. As Harris continues on towards the ropes, O'Donnell takes off towards the ones in front of him, and both men thunder back towards the center of the ring, leaving their feet with simultaneous cross bodies. The two men connect, their impact sending them both sailing off in opposite directions to crash upon the mat.
PERCY: These two guys are unbelievable!
CAT: They are redefining what constitutes a wrestling match right here.
O'Donnell is the first to get to his feet, and he hangs on the top rope, trying to get his baring. Harris is slow to get to his feet, but he looks up through his stringy hair to spot O'Donnell across the ring. He takes off in a sprint, rushing in to take advantage of the situation. At the last possible second, O'Donnell drops straight down, taking the top rope with him, and Harris is sent tumbling from the ring to the outside. His body slaps the concrete floor, and he clutches at his back in surprise and pain. CJ turns to see where Harris has landed, and steps towards the center of the ring. With a nod of his head, the fans come to their feet as CJ takes off towards the ropes, and somersaults over the top to land squarely on Harris with a sentan across his chest. When he lands, his ass slaps the concrete, and he clutches at his bottom as he rolls off of Calvin, who convulses on the floor in pain.
PERCY: That was a huge high risk move by O'Donnell, and it looks like both men are wipe out at ringside.
CAT: Yeah, and A-Ref is starting the count!
A-Ref gets all the way to the count of five when CJ starts using the guard rail to pull himself up to his feet. He hobbles a little big after his trip down to the concrete, but looks down at Harris in satisfaction as he passes by him, and rolls under the bottom rope to break the count. He immediately rolls back out, and steps over to Calvin Harris, bending down to pull 'The Martyr of Wrestling' to his feet.
CAT: What's he doing? He could have gotten the win over Harris by count out!
PERCY: O'Donnell doesn't want to win it that way, Cat. He want's to drive home a point by pinning Calvin in the ring.
CAT: A win's a win! That's just stupid.
CJ has Harris up now, and takes him by the wrist, whipping him towards the closest ring post. Calvin is able to turn his body at the last second, so that it's his back and not his face that strikes the steel, but upon impact he thrusts his shoulders forward in pain, falling to all fours. He begins to crawl towards the announce table, as CJ rounds the corner to continue his assault.
CAT: Um...they are out here with us. The last time Calvin Harris was this close to the announce table bad things happened!
PERCY: Well, at least there's not a Hell in a Cell out here this time. But either way, maybe we should get out of dodge just to be safe.
Percy and Cat grab their stuff, and vacate the announce area as Harris slaps a palm onto the announce table to pull himself up to his feet, and just when he turns around, O'Donnell rushes forward with a clothesline. Calvin, however, sides steps CJ, hooks him under the arm, and uses his own momentum to hip toss him clear over the announce table only to come crashing down awkwardly across the announce chairs. CJ kicks cables loose from his feet and clutches at his injured back, while Harris takes a minute to try and clear the cobwebs. Eventually, Harris hops up onto the announce table, and as CJ gets up to his feet Calvin gets a handful of hair, and drags him up as well.
PERCY: (Squawk) is this thing on?
CAT: I can hear you, Percy, can you hear me?
PERCY: I think we're ok, but this things about to get real nasty! Our tables have been reinforced thanks to The BombTrax! It has no give!
A-Ref has exited the ring, chastising Harris who pulls CJ up to his feet, and tucks his head between his legs. He ignores the official as he leans forwards to clasp his hands around O'Donnell's midsection, and then lifts him up, and straight down into a package piledriver. The announce table cracks loudly, but doesn't go down, and CJ falls off the side of the table to land at A-Ref's feet, blood starting to pour from a gash across the top of his head. Calvin just sits in discomfort on the table, the impact to his spine and tailbone obviously taking it's toll.
PERCY: MY GOD! ART OF BETRAYAL ONTO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!
CAT: CJ's been busted open!
A-Ref contemplates calling for the bell, but he shrugs, and then slips into the ring to start a second count. Harris looks over towards the ring where the official is counting, and he shakes his head 'no' rolling off the table, and then stumbling down to his knee's. He crawls towards the edge of the ring, and pulls himself up onto the ring apron at the count of five, and then rolls in by the count of six. O'Donnell begins to stir himself, reaching up to wipe the blood that had moved down into his eyes. Slowly he crawls towards the ring, and at the count of nine, he pulls himself up, and just as A-Ref is about to go for ten, he launches his body under the bottom rope to where he's at least partially inside the ring. Calvin scoots over to a corner, sitting with his back against the bottom turnbuckle, and he just stares at CJ while trying to catch his breath.
PERCY: Both of these men have tried to shorten careers tonight, and one has to wonder what it's going to take to put one of them away.
CAT: Nothing short of a bullet to the head at this rate, Percy.
Calvin reaches up to grab the top rope, and pulls himself up into the corner, watching as CJ tries to get to his feet. Without warning the Irishman takes off in a sprint towards Calvin, leaping into the air and throwing his Knee out for Irish Knowledge. Calvin just narrowly dodges out of the way as CJ hits the top turnbuckle with is knee instead. He clutches at his knee as he stumbles backwards, but Calvin is there, spins him around, lowers his head, hooks his arms, and spikes his head and shoulders into the mat with a surprise vertabreaker.
PERCY: MARTYR'S MASSACRE!! OH MY GOD!!
CAT: CJ doesn't even look conscious...
PERCY: Calvin for the pin....
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Harris rolls off of CJ, and pulls himself to his feet by use of the ropes, only to stumble back into a corner to help support him. He stares down at the Irishmen, and starts nodding his head, a shit eating grin spread over his face as Rhonda makes the announcement.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And the winner of this match, 'THE MARTYR OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING' CALVIN HARRIS!!
The fans boo as Calvin watches EMT's at ringside checking on O'Donnell to see if he can make it back to the locker rooms on his own. He decides to go ahead and exit the ring, making his way up the ramp, where he stops midways long enough to throw his arms out to either side of him cockily. The fans pour on the hate as he soaks it in, and he laughs at them as he backs the rest of the way up the ramp. He pauses at the curtain just long enough to blow a mock kiss to the crowd, which gets a huge reaction from the crowd, some even throwing their food wrappers at him. He laughs one more time, and then slips through to the back.
The curtain suddenly explodes open, and Calvin Harris comes stumbling back out onto the stage clutching his head. When the camera focuses past him, it see's Press come stalking out right behind him, where he had obviously been lying in wait for the man. As he trudges out onto the stage, the fans come alive at the sight of him, but he doesn't slow to acknowledge them.
PERCY: This is not good...
CAT: Well, there goes the neighborhood.
Calvin, still stunned from whatever he was hit with, turns just in time to catch a hard right hand that thunders him down to the unforgiving steel mesh of the stage. The big man reaches down and gets a fist full of hair only to jerk Calvin back to his feet, and then run him head first right into one of the steel support beams that hold up the big screen above the entrance. When Press snatches Calvin's head back, blood can be seen pouring down from a gash across his forehead.
PERCY: GOD ALMIGHTY! Press has busted Calvin Harris open, and doesn't appear to be done with him.
CAT: Yeah, he's a real hero, Percy. Attacking the man like this after the match we just witnessed between him and O'Donnell.
PERCY: C'mon, Cat. You had to know this was coming sooner than later after that attack Harris orchestrated last show on The Box Office! At least we know what Youth was doing; Jack Nomad's off chasing The Shadow, and Alexandra Kelly is tied up with Lady Munin, leaving Calvin Harris completely unprotected!
The fans erupt at the sight of blood as Press leads/drags Harris over to the edge of the stage. All in attendance, including the announcers, come to their feet as the big man thrusts Calvin's head down between his legs. He looks out at the crowd and all he receives in return are urges for him to do whatever it is that he has planned.
PERCY: You don't think....
CAT: The man does like to Powerbomb people off of stuff.
Press nods, lifts Harris up into a seated position on his chest, and then Press Release Powerbombs him off the stage. Calvin comes to a crash landing through two technical tables sitting side by side with equipment and wires being scattered every which way. The fans erupt into a 'Press' chant as the big man looks down on Harris' prone body in satisfaction. He then turns his attention to the crowd with a nod, reaching into his back pocket to produce a microphone.
PRESS: Calvin, all men have lessons that they have to learn in life. As confident as you may seam, and as good as you've built yourself up in your mind, you are no different. As for me, well, I just happen to be your elder, so I'm going to help you navigate the troubled waters to come. You say you aren't afraid, that you aren't going to back down. Well, kid, my pop-pop told me a long time ago that a man doesn't have to be afraid to get his ass whipped. Consider this your first life lesson courtesy of The BombTrax. Don't worry though, boy, there is so much more to come. You'll find that out at Bad Moon Rising.
Press' mic hand drops to his side, as the other slowly raises into the air. He's met with cheers and cat calls as he backs towards the entrance, and then disappears behind the curtain.
PERCY: Press sending one hell of a message here tonight to the #1 Contender. God, if these two keep at each other like this, there isn't going to be anything left for Bad Moon Rising.
CAT: Yeah, and after all is said and done, I wonder what Harris' new partners, Pixie and Nomad, think of all this.
PERCY: I guess we'll have to wait to find out, but for right now, let's pay some bills and here a few words from our sponsors.