Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 16:04:41 GMT
PERCY: We're back folks, and this final match has it all. Champions, Contenders, Alliances, Cheap Shots. It's all you could want in a tag team contest, and more.
CAT: That's right, Percy, so what are we waiting for! Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Main Event of the evening, and is a Tag Match scheduled for one fall or submission...
"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 first, 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 steps over to the nearest corner, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle thrusting his arms out at his side once again, eating up the hate before dropping down to the mat, and turning to await his partner.
PERCY: Calvin Harris looks to be better off than he did last show after he was powerbombed off the side of the entrance stage by PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press.
CAT: Yeah, and I figure he'll get a measure of revenge here tonight for that catastrophe as well.
#What Scares us is... I think we needed.. Violence...
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
#BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
#I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
#I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
#SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
#DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
#I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his partner, weighting in at 241 pounds, he hails from Jersey City, New Jersey....
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, Jack throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he surveys the crowd. He then turns and enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: 'HARDCORE' JACK NOMAD!!!
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. He removes his vest and tosses it over to his corner where a ring attendant takes it. Jack steps over to where Calvin is waiting for him, and the two men begin to discuss strategy.
PERCY: Jack Nomad's coming off an impressive victory over Kelsey Spencer at WICKED#14. Some are saying that's a measure of redemption considering his loss in a Four Way some time back at WICKED#9.
CAT: As far as I can tell, Percy, the only thing that Nomad's redeemed himself of lately is his poor life choices, mainly Alexandra Kelly. Good to see he hasn't let her departure hold him back.
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown Press strides out from behind the curtain with the PAW Heavyweight Championship casually thrown over his shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd until the first lines of the song bellow out, and Youth appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spinning a few times while reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: and introducing their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 556 pounds, they are PAW Heavyweight Champion Press, and Flaming Youth....THE BOMBTRAX!!
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner, staring out at ringside where Nomad and Harris have now convened.
PERCY: There's something about seeing The BombTrax up close and personal that makes me nervous, especially when we know that at Bad Moon Rising Calvin Harris and Press will be going one on one for the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Those two men in the ring do not take threats lightly.
CAT: Yeah, we noticed. That big bastard has no class, while the other one has no clue. They just throw their weight around here like they are untouchable, and in the words of Cross Recoba, Calvin is the man to put an end to it.
PERCY: Well that remains to be seen, but for now, it looks like Press and Calvin are going to start this match.
A-Ref, after discussing the rules with the competitors, turns and signals for the bell while simultaneously getting out of the way. Press and Calvin begin to circle one another, but just when it looks like they are going to lock up, Calvin waves Press off, and tags in Jack Nomad. Press places his hands on his hips and stares daggers at Calvin, who slips out onto the ring apron near his corner, and shakes his head 'no' with a smug smile on his face. It's obvious this grates the big man's nerves as he paces back and forth along the ropes nearest his corner while Jack Nomad enters the ring. After a few seconds he finally wrenches his gaze off of Calvin and onto Nomad, who cocks his head to either side to get the kinks out, and then steps right up to the center of the ring talking shit. Press shakes his head, and answers the challenge with a right hand straight to the jaw.
PERCY: This thing is underway! Nomad going to return the favor, but the champ blocks the shot, and keeps firing right hands into Nomad. He's got him reeling into the ropes, and now takes him by the wrist and whips him to the opposite side. Nomad on his way back now, and OH! He tried to go for a shoulder tackle on Press, but found himself the one dropped to the mat. It's like hitting a brick wall!
CAT: He's got a brick between his ears, if that's what you mean.
Press quickly reaches down to make a grab for Nomad who scoots across the canvas towards the ropes in an attempt to escape. The big man manages to catch Nomad by the foot, but The Hardcore One draws his other leg up to his chest, and fires out with a boot that catches Press right in the face. The Champ staggers backwards holding his nose as Nomad pulls himself up to his feet, and launches himself at Press.
PERCY: Nomad ready to take the fight right back to the champion.
CAT: Of coarse he is. Haven't you been paying attention? That's what Nomad does!
Nomad catches Press with three hard body shots, and then finishes the combo off with an uppercut that sends the big man staggering back. Nomad takes this brief separation to fall back into the ropes for spring, and rockets back into Press with a running lariat. The big man staggers, but doesn't go down. Nomad doesn't pause before rushing the ropes again, coming back to nail him with another lariat. This time Press staggers back, then forwards, and it's obvious he's having trouble maintaining his footing. Nomad smirks, and takes to the ropes for a third time, but this time, on his way back, Press spins, throws his elbow out, and catches Nomad right in the face, sending him tumbling to the mat.
PERCY: Damn! It looks like the point of Press' jaw went right into Nomad's face, and now the big man's reaching down to get a fistful of Nomad's hair...
Press jerks Nomad halfway up to his feet, but Nomad throws his forearm up between Press' legs, causing the man to double over in pain. A-Ref tries to get into a position to see what's going on, but Nomad hides the low blow by getting quickly to his feet and scooping Press up in an impressive display of power, before slamming him back down to the mat.
PERCY: Um....I could be wrong....but I'm pretty sure Nomad just low blowed the champion.
CAT: All I saw was a perfectly legal scoop slam, Percy. Stop trying to be biased to The BombTrax!
Despite having taken a shot to his back off the slam, Press' hands shoot to his lower regions, and he coughs heavily as if trying to catch his breath. Nomad smirks before lifting his left leg, and then dropping straight down so that his knee strikes the champion right across his skull.
PERCY: Nomad seems to have the big man at his mercy, and now Calvin Harris is almost beside himself wanting into the ring.
CAT: Looks like Nomad is going to oblige him, cause there's the tag!
Harris nearly bursts into the ring, baseball sliding down beside Press only to cradle his head, and fire in repeated right hands into his face. Youth starts to come into the ring, but A-Ref hops up to stop him, leaving Calvin enough time to get Press up to his feet, and over into his corner. Nomad holds the big mans arms, while Calvin lights into him with repeated kicks. He looks over his shoulder to see that A-Ref is starting to turn back around, so he drops back a few paces, and then rushes forwards with a Yakuza Kick aimed right for Press' face. The big man, however, ducks down at the last second, and Harris foot connects with Nomad instead, sending him sailing off the ring apron, and down to the concrete floor below. Harris stares out at Nomad writhing around on the floor in shock, and turns around, just in time for the big man to catch him around the throat with both hands.
PERCY: GOOD LORD, HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM!!
CAT: Come on, A-Ref, get in there and break this up!
Panic touches Calvin's eyes as Press sneers down at him, his grip getting tighter and tighter the more the #1 Contender struggles. A-Ref rushes over, and begins a five count, and just when it looks like Press might get disqualified, he releases the hold, allowing Calvin to fall back into his corner. A-Ref tries to admonish the big man, but he flashes him a dangerous look, and the official hastily backs away while Press steps into the corner with a knee lift to Calvin. The shot to his midsection causes Calvin to lean forward, and Press steps back, then falls right into his opponent with a back elbow to his exposed head. Finally, Press pulls Calvin out of the corner, hooks him around the head, and then hoists him high into the air, his legs remaining up for what seems like forever, before finally falling back into a suplex.
PERCY: Calvin clutching at his back as Press jerks him down to the canvas for a cover!
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CAT: KICK OUT AT TWO! Calvin is not going to be made a fool here tonight, I guarantee it. He's as tough as they come, or do you need to be reminded of Heat Stroke?
PERCY: Hey, I think Calvin Harris is one of the premiere athletes of PAW, but there's only so much you can do with a man of Press' build.
Press doesn't bother arguing over the count as he gets to his feet, and pulls Calvin with him. He drags the #1 Contender over to his corner, and tags Youth, who starts climbing to the top. Press pulls Calvin over to his side, and then scoops him up for what looks like a side slam, but just holds him there. When Youth reaches the top, he calls out to the fans, who call right back, before leaping off with a leg drop. By the time his leg reaches Harris, Press drops straight down into a seated position with all of his weight on Calvin.
PERCY: Sidewalk Slam with an assist from Youth off the top, and the younger of the two men going for a cover!
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THRE-Jack Nomad is in the ring from out of nowhere, reigning boots down onto Youth's head to break the count. Press quickly slips back over the rope, and all four men are in the ring when A-Ref signals that he'll throw the whole damn match out. Press and Jack reluctantly make their way back to their corners, leaving Youth and Harris still in the ring.
PERCY: Youth took a few lumps from Nomad, but he's still pretty fresh in the ring, and he's helping Calvin up to his feet before sending him off the ropes to the far side!
CAT: Calvin on his way back now, and he just ran into a spin wheel kick by Youth that damn near took his head off!
PERCY: Youth with the cover!
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PERCY: NO! Only a count of two, as Harris is still determined to be in this thing.
CAT: I have to give it to The BombTrax. They are working like a well oiled machine, but of coarse, they've been together for fifteen years. Calvin and Nomad, despite putting this faction together, are singles competitors. They are used to only having to watch their own backs.
PERCY: Valid points, Cat, but might I remind you that it was Calvin Harris and Jack Nomad who started all of this by attacking Press on The Box Office at WICKED#13. Press came out and confronted the #1 contender cause he was calling him out for an ambush.
CAT: Yeah, and might I remind you, Percy, that these BombTrax are no saints. You've seen what they've done since day one around this place. They put Cross Recoba on the shelf, damn near killed Stevie Harris, and all but destroyed the GZW Takeover crowd. What? You expect Calvin to go at them on his own?
PERCY: No time for rebuttal....cause HERE THEY COME!
Percy shoves Cat out of the way as Harris bounces Youth's head off the announce table. While they had been arguing, Youth had missed a rolling senton, and Calvin had capitalized by tossing him through the ropes to the outside. Now, Calvin had Youth by the hair of the head, and leads him over to the steel steps, and bounces his head off of it as well. Youth slumps to a kneeling position across the steps as Calvin rolls to the inside, and tries to incite Press. The big man, obviously wanting the #1 Contender's blood, fires into the ring only for A-Ref to cut him off with warnings. While the officials back is turned, Nomad drops down from his corner, runs around the ring, and then gets up a gust of speed before driving his knee into the back of Youth's head, jamming his skull into the steel steps. Nomad quickly returns to the apron in his corner, as Calvin slips out, and rolls Youth back into the ring. He goes for a cover with his feet on the ropes.
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PERCY: A-Ref stopped the count cause he saw Calvin's feet. He and the ref are arguing, and Calvin doesn't look pleased. He's dragging Youth by the arm, and makes the tag to Nomad.
CAT: Now who's working like a well oiled machine?
PERCY: You're right, Cat. They cheat with the best of them.
Nomad springs into the ring, lifting Youth up off his feet, and then shoots behind him into a half nelson, taking him over for the suplex. Youth folds up like an accordion, and Nomad comes up to his feet with a smirk across the ring at Press, who has a few choice words that the audio can't pick up. Nomad reaches down and pulls Youth up, and then takes him by the arm into a twisting wrist lock, followed by repeated kicks to his thigh and hip. Youth is sent forwards and backwards with the power of the kicks, until finally Nomad sends a kick to his opponents elbow, and then flashes his boot down to Youth's knee. Youth isn't sure which appendage to grab for as he stumbles in the center of the ring, but it doesn't really matter, as Jack leaps straight up with a Muay Thai Jumping Knee strike that sends him crashing to the mat. Nomad wipes the sweat from his chest in Press direction, before dropping down for the cover.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Just barely! Youth is in some real trouble here, and desperately needs to make the tag.
Nomad hops up with a bitter word at A-Ref before tagging Calvin, who starts to make his way to the top turnbuckle of their corner. Once on his perch, he stands to his full height, throwing his arms out at his side causing the fans to shower him with boo's. He lets his arms drops and gives the crowd a shit eating grin before leaping from the top and driving both of his boot's down into Youth's chest.
PERCY: MAGIC BULLET THEORY FROM THE TOP! This one might be over!
CAT: Calvin dropping for the cover!
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THRE-Just as A-Ref's hand is coming down for three, Press is in the ring jerking Calvin off of his partner by his leg. Nomad thunders into the ring in response only for Press to meet him with a big boot that sends him down to the canvas. Just as Press is preparing to do more, A-Ref gets in his way, and threatens him with disqualification. Press spits out a retort, but returns to the apron in his corner in a huff. Nomad grabs at his jaw, and exits as well, staring daggers at Press. Calvin gets back to his feet, the cocksure smirk still on his face, as he looks over at his partner reassuringly. Youth crawls across the canvas in obvious pain, reaching out for Press, who reaches out right back. Calvin allows him to get within inches of his partners hand, before grabbing a fist full of Youth's greasy hair, and yanking him back.
PERCY: Well, Harris and Nomad are still in charge, and you can see how badly Press wants in that ring. It's obvious the #1 Contender has gotten inside of his head.
CAT: Yeah, he looks like some big cat out there on the ring apron, pacing back and forth. Heaven help us if he gets that tag.
Calvin brings Youth over to a neutral corner, and lifts him up to where he's now sitting on the top turnbuckle. Calvin crawls up to the second, and looks out at the crowd with a grin as he goes all the way up to the top. He leaps into the air and catches Youth around the head with his legs, while simultaneously flipping backwards for a frankensteiner. Youth is launched from the top, but as if out of one of the Marvel movies, he manages to flip all the way through to land on his feet. Calvin comes up to his feet triumphant, not realizing what just happened, and when he turns around he's met with a super kick square to his jaw.
PERCY: SLOW BURN! Jack Nomad just thundered into the ring, and Youth changes positions...SLOW BURN TO NOMAD! Harris and Nomad are down in the ring, but Youth just crumpled down between them. He's spent!
CAT: Well he better pull himself together so he can make the tag, or all of that was for nothing!
Press is beside himself on the ring, running up and down the ropes, and slapping the top turnbuckle in his corner. The fans get to their feet and begin clapping along with him, and after a few seconds of this, Youth warily lifts his head. He begins to slowly crawl towards his corner, as Press leans far over the ropes with an extended hand. Inch by inch Youth gets closer, and he stretches out his hand a few times to find that he's just out of reach.
PERCY: Wait....WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!
CAT: Cross Recoba's coming down the ramp, and...uh....he's not using his cane!
PERCY: Yeah, but he's carrying it, along with that briefcase full of money! What is the meaning of all this?
Recoba reaches ringside, and he sets the briefcase down so that he can get a grip on his cane with both hands. He rares back like a baseball player and lets fly, the can crashing across Press back, splintering everywhere. Youth swings his arm to make the tag, but find nothing but air, as Press clutches at his back on the ring apron. Recoba flashes a vicious smile, before picking up the Halliburton, and using it to slam into the back of the champion's knee, forcing him clear off the ring apron altogether. A-Ref admonishes Recoba who backs up with his hands in the air as if he were innocent.
PERCY: I can't believe this, that fucking snake! He took Press out before Youth could make the tag, and now he's left to this pit of vipers!
CAT: Correction, Percy. Recoba is a Fox, and he knows EXACTLY what he just did!
Youth struggles up to his feet, and stares out at Recoba in surprise, unsure of what just happened. He turns around just in time to catch a springboard superman punch from Calvin that takes him down to the mat.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE! Good Lord! Calvin not even going for the cover, he just jerked Youth up...signals Jack...SPINE JACKER! GOD DAMN IT! This is a travesty!
CAT: No need to blaspheme, Percy. Looks like the better team's going to win is all.
Jack slides under the ropes to join Recoba, while Calvin drops down to cover an lifeless Youth.
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PERCY: Well there you go folks, what more needs to be said.
CAT: If you would shut up for a minute, I think we're about find out.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winners of this match by pinfall, CALVIN HARRIS AND JACK NOM......
Cross Recoba shoves Rhonda Armstrong out of the way of the time keepers table, snatching her microphone out of her hand in the process. He scoops up the PAW Heavyweight Championship, while Jack Nomad manages to get Press back into the ring. A-Ref makes a quick retreat to the outside as Nomad and Recoba rejoin Harris, who stands over Youth's body looking down at Press. The big man is already trying to get to his feet by use of the ropes, and Harris says something to Nomad as Recoba tosses him the championship. Nomad jerks youth up by the hair of the head, and then runs him right up and over the top rope nearest the announce table. Youth crashes down to the concrete floor, where he curls up in the fetal position in pain. Press, finally back on his feet, stumbles out towards the men, looking up just in time to see Calvin Harris rushing at him with his own Championship. The faceplate of the belt crashes off his skull, and Harris leaves his feet to carry even more impact to the blow. Press rolls around on the canvas, and when the camera zooms in, it can be seen he has been busted wide open.
PERCY: Here it is, Cat! Your type of bullshit! The match is already over, and these Jackal's are all over The Champion!
CAT: Might I remind you of that ride that Press sent Calvin on last show? Did you think he was just going to take that shit lying down?
Nomad and Recoba pull Press up to his feet, as Calvin paces nearby with the championship still in his clutches. Recoba holds the wobbly big man in place as Nomad gets a burst of speed from bouncing off the ropes, and then nails him with his finisher, the Spine Jacker! The three men laugh jeeringly as the fans pour on the hate. Nomad and Recoba get press up to his feet once again, this time having to physically help hold him up. Calvin tosses the title aside just long enough to jerk the big man's head down between his legs, and is barely able to get him up before sitting straight down into the Art Of Betrayal. Calvin snatches the championship on his way back up, and he looks to Recoba with a confident smile, indicating Press with a wave, saying 'All yours.'
PERCY: This is just fucking sick. Youth is out here at ringside unconscious, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion is being destroyed right before our very eyes!
CAT: Maybe so, Percy, but some might call it justice.
Recoba steps up to the prone champion, and reaches down to take him by his legs. He hooks him behind the knee's, and struggles him up onto his side before spinning him over into a high standing Boston Crab.
CAT: And Garibaldi's Guillotine to top it all of. You talk about poetic.
Press roars out in pain as Recoba wrenches back, putting immense pressure on the champions back. Calvin drops down to his knee's in front of the screaming big man, and dangles his championship out in front of him, pointing to his own chest to indicate that it was his. 4Loco appears with security, but the first man to enter the ring, Nomad cuts him off with a strong forearm that sends him flying right back to the floor. Press reaches out at Harris, his fingertips touching the face plate of the championship, just as Recoba jerks back again, sending the big man into an agonizing scream. Eventually Press stops pawing at the championship, his hand going limp at his side, and Calvin stands with the championship slung over his shoulder. He places a hand on Recoba's arm, and he looks back to see that Press is unconscious. After a few more seconds of the hold, he finally turns Press loose, and tries to regain his composure.
PERCY: Thank God, this is finally over. Calvin is allowing 4Loco and the EMT's to pull Press from the ring, and folks...this doesn't look good. The Champion is being carted out of here, and Youth just tried to get in the ring after his attackers, but security is thankfully detaining him as well.
CAT: Probably just saved that idiot's life.
PERCY: Whatever, Cat. These men are despicable. If Harris wanted to get back at Press, fine. But there's no sense in possibly costing the man his career!
CAT: Tell that to Cross Recoba, Percy! He was put on the shelf by that big oaf, and you know what, I'm interested in hearing what these guys have to say, so HUSH!
Ringside has been cleared of all but the three men in the ring, but the fans are making sure to let them know what they think of them as the ring slowly fills with trash and debris. As Cross Recoba produces a microphone from his coat pocket, Jack snatches it from him.
JACK NOMAD: Not so fast. I'll let you say your piece, but I have a little something to say first. Tonight, we three delivered on a promise that I stated before this night ever began. We brought down the proud man from his throne and oh how sweet those screams he made did sound.
Both Calvin and Recoba nod with agreement as Jack dictates the pace. The crowd, naturally, gives him the business.
JACK: But let me make something very clear here and now with both motherfuckers present that are being lauded as my 'new BFF's....'
Jack turns swiftly towards them, giving them both a heated, withering scowl that'd make even the strongest and bravest of souls think twice.
JACK: The reason I'm standing in this ring right now is because I gave my word. A man who doesn't have his word ain't worth a bucket of fly piss. So understand this, I'm not your bitch errand boy, nor do I fucking like either of you. There will be only one rule in our little union. Don't fuck me. If you fuck me, I will end you both. Do we have ourselves an understanding?
Stepping back a couple steps, Jack tosses the microphone to Recoba, who fumbles it right into Calvin's hands. Calvin managed to recover the fumbled microphone well. He kind of glared in the direction of Jack after hearing his words. This was a glare that only remained for a few seconds before the Martyr brought the microphone right up to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: I know what I was doing when I formed an alliance with Jack. I knew that he was someone that I might have to keep eyes in the back of my head if I wanted him around me. Because he’s a ruthless as they come and I’m sure if the opportunity presented itself. He’d take my head off. However because he’s ruthless. Because he’s heartless. Because he lives for chaos and destruction. He enjoys that lifestyle almost as much as I do. Maybe even he enjoys it more than I do. Therefore having someone like Jack around benefits me in a big way. Much like having you around benefits me in a big way.
In mentioning “you” Calvin had himself pointing directly at Cross who was standing there. Cross’ eyebrow could be seen arching up some when he found himself being addressed.
CALVIN HARRIS: When you think about it Cross, the writing was on the wall when it came to this new found alliance. You have been open and honest from the start when it comes to how you feel about Press. You have said it from the start. You couldn’t stand him. You disliked him. You hated him and you wanted to see his demise. Why wouldn’t I want to form an alliance with someone that has the same amount of dislike that I do for him? Why wouldn’t I form an alliance with someone that hates Press just as much as I do?! Why wouldn’t I form an alliance with someone that shares the same mindset I do when it comes to getting that championship off of Press by any means necessary?! It would just be stupid of me to do so.
The fans listening to this were not very happy by any means. Their boos had continued to ring out from their vocal cords as loud as they could make them. Fans were still throwing trash in the ring to further voice their opinion when it came to unhappy they were. Calvin thought it was amusing seeing as there was a smirk crossed over his lips. His gaze hadn’t left Cross.
CALVIN HARRIS: One thing that you should know Cross is I don’t tolerate mistakes. I don’t tolerate someone dropping the ball. I don’t tolerate someone living up to my standards. That’s exactly why if I ever see Alexandra Kelly again. I’m going to have no problem snapping her neck in the middle of this ring and making that little rodent pay for what she did wrong. So let that be a warning to you Cross. Do not make me regret this alliance!
His eyes remained settled on Cross for a couple of seconds longer. As soon as they broke away though Calvin turned his attention to the booing and hateful crowd. There were just a couple of seconds where he was taking in their hatefulness. Only to bring the microphone back to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: And you people, you honestly thought after two weeks ago that I was done for. You thought I was defeated. You thought that Press had put me down and that I was a man that had learned his place. In reality what Press did to me last week did nothing but add fuel to the fire. It made me realize and truly understand what I was up against. My eyes were opened up. Everything became clearer and brighter for me. Therefore having that knowledge is what made all of this happen tonight. I knew that I had to let Press know that he was no longer the top dog and that’s why he got carted out of this arena on a stretcher. That’s also why the same thing is going to happen at Bad Moon Rising when I become the PAW Heavyweight Champion. No ifs, no ands, and no buts. On that night the gold is coming home with me!
His words echoed throughout the arena over their loud boos. Calvin found himself stepping back some only to let the microphone in his hands flip right out and into the chest of Cross. Quickly Cross recovered and grabbed the mic before it could hit the mat leaving him with the floor for the time being.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, well, well…
The crowd’s boos continue to resonate around the arena. Recoba, for his part, takes them in – his smile growing with every second he can hear the distaste for what the crowd have just witnessed.
CROSS RECOBA: This has been a long time coming. Let’s do a quick history lesson – the man you saw DECIMATED tonight, he put me on the shelf. Don’t act like you’ve forgotten about it, it’s in the opening credits of every PAW broadcast – it put PAW on the map! Where was my thanks? Where were the royalties? Where was even a ‘We hope you recover, Cross?’ .
Recoba flips a strand of hair out of his eyes
CROSS RECOBA: Sure, I got The Box Office, the place where everything happened, except – still no-one thought to thank me for guaranteeing Box Office viewing each and every week! You all heard the reports – I was a lame man, I was a cripple, destined to wander down the aisle each and every time you saw me…and throughout all the noise all I could hear was the tap…tap…tap of that cane! That thud managing to cut through every decibel each audience gave me, each tap a reminder of what I lost that night. You people have no idea what it must feel like, so let me put it into terms you might be able to relate to – it was like I’d heard that Jimmy Dean foods had filed for Chapter 11!
Cross is hot as he leans against the ropes, spitting the words, but quickly regains composure.
CROSS RECOBA: I saw endless rounds of physicians, specialists, and experts and they all told me to get used to it…until I found one. One doctor told me he could get me back to how I was…and what did I have to lose? Sure, I could have told PAW about it, they could have done a whole bit on my road to redemption, hell they’d have probably made sure that at the end I could walk out to the aisle at a big event without the use of an aid…LIKE TINY FUCKING TIM! So I thought – fuck ‘em, why let them use it for their own gains when I could use it for my own…
Cross paces in front of the camera, shaking his head all the while.
CROSS RECOBA: What you’ve just seen? Why are any of you really surprised? I’ve found myself two people within PAW who not only want to take down Press…but actually came through and did it! Yet I can see it now, you look at me like I’m crazy and unhinged and that just makes me laugh – why? These two guys besides me, they live for carnage and destruction, thrive on the chaos they bring to the ring, see exhibits A and B here presented on the mat. Who do you think orchestrates them? Keeps the plan focused? We all have common goals…
Cross pauses to stare down at the blood of the champion that's laid out on the canvas. He points down at it with a smirk.
CROSS RECOBA: You think this is bad? This was only the opening act, because when we’re finished there won’t be anything left in PAW except a flaming pile of rubble!
Cross holds the mic out in front of himself confidently, before opening his hand and letting it drop 'Pipe Bomb' style. The three men continue to stand in the ring, just goading the fans to continue in their chorus of boo's, while seeming to enjoy the collective moment.
PERCY: My God! What's next for PAW after this? These three men are not some flash in the pan superstars, they are established heavyweights! And what about the return of Cross Recoba! I guess that means that The Box Office is truly finished!
CAT: To hell with all that, Percy, did you not hear them! These men don't even like one another, but their hatred for the PAW Heavyweight champion is so much greater than their contempt for one another that they are willing to work together! When you have motivation like that, it makes you very dangerous.
PERCY: Dangerous, indeed. I can't think of anything more dangerous in the promotion right now than the collaboration of these three men.
Percy's words hang hollow over the scene as the camera picks up one more shot of Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad standing tall in the ring. The scene fades to the PAW logo, and then to black.
CAT: That's right, Percy, so what are we waiting for! Rhonda, take it away!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Main Event of the evening, and is a Tag Match scheduled for one fall or submission...
"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 first, 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 steps over to the nearest corner, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle thrusting his arms out at his side once again, eating up the hate before dropping down to the mat, and turning to await his partner.
PERCY: Calvin Harris looks to be better off than he did last show after he was powerbombed off the side of the entrance stage by PAW Heavyweight Champion, Press.
CAT: Yeah, and I figure he'll get a measure of revenge here tonight for that catastrophe as well.
#What Scares us is... I think we needed.. Violence...
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
#BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
#I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
#I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
#SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
#DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
#I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: And introducing his partner, weighting in at 241 pounds, he hails from Jersey City, New Jersey....
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, Jack throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he surveys the crowd. He then turns and enters the ring.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: 'HARDCORE' JACK NOMAD!!!
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. He removes his vest and tosses it over to his corner where a ring attendant takes it. Jack steps over to where Calvin is waiting for him, and the two men begin to discuss strategy.
PERCY: Jack Nomad's coming off an impressive victory over Kelsey Spencer at WICKED#14. Some are saying that's a measure of redemption considering his loss in a Four Way some time back at WICKED#9.
CAT: As far as I can tell, Percy, the only thing that Nomad's redeemed himself of lately is his poor life choices, mainly Alexandra Kelly. Good to see he hasn't let her departure hold him back.
The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobelights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entry way. When the song settles into the breakdown Press strides out from behind the curtain with the PAW Heavyweight Championship casually thrown over his shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp and gazes intently out at the crowd until the first lines of the song bellow out, and Youth appears, flashing around in front of Press, and spinning a few times while reaching out at the crowd who cheer in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner who merely nods his approval.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: and introducing their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 556 pounds, they are PAW Heavyweight Champion Press, and Flaming Youth....THE BOMBTRAX!!
Youth takes off into a sprint for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Press stalks up to the ring, rising up on the ring apron, and then stepping over the top rope with one fist pumped over his head. Youth takes a turnbuckle with a single bound, and plays up to the crowd, as Press turns and casually leans against the other corner, staring out at ringside where Nomad and Harris have now convened.
PERCY: There's something about seeing The BombTrax up close and personal that makes me nervous, especially when we know that at Bad Moon Rising Calvin Harris and Press will be going one on one for the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Those two men in the ring do not take threats lightly.
CAT: Yeah, we noticed. That big bastard has no class, while the other one has no clue. They just throw their weight around here like they are untouchable, and in the words of Cross Recoba, Calvin is the man to put an end to it.
PERCY: Well that remains to be seen, but for now, it looks like Press and Calvin are going to start this match.
A-Ref, after discussing the rules with the competitors, turns and signals for the bell while simultaneously getting out of the way. Press and Calvin begin to circle one another, but just when it looks like they are going to lock up, Calvin waves Press off, and tags in Jack Nomad. Press places his hands on his hips and stares daggers at Calvin, who slips out onto the ring apron near his corner, and shakes his head 'no' with a smug smile on his face. It's obvious this grates the big man's nerves as he paces back and forth along the ropes nearest his corner while Jack Nomad enters the ring. After a few seconds he finally wrenches his gaze off of Calvin and onto Nomad, who cocks his head to either side to get the kinks out, and then steps right up to the center of the ring talking shit. Press shakes his head, and answers the challenge with a right hand straight to the jaw.
PERCY: This thing is underway! Nomad going to return the favor, but the champ blocks the shot, and keeps firing right hands into Nomad. He's got him reeling into the ropes, and now takes him by the wrist and whips him to the opposite side. Nomad on his way back now, and OH! He tried to go for a shoulder tackle on Press, but found himself the one dropped to the mat. It's like hitting a brick wall!
CAT: He's got a brick between his ears, if that's what you mean.
Press quickly reaches down to make a grab for Nomad who scoots across the canvas towards the ropes in an attempt to escape. The big man manages to catch Nomad by the foot, but The Hardcore One draws his other leg up to his chest, and fires out with a boot that catches Press right in the face. The Champ staggers backwards holding his nose as Nomad pulls himself up to his feet, and launches himself at Press.
PERCY: Nomad ready to take the fight right back to the champion.
CAT: Of coarse he is. Haven't you been paying attention? That's what Nomad does!
Nomad catches Press with three hard body shots, and then finishes the combo off with an uppercut that sends the big man staggering back. Nomad takes this brief separation to fall back into the ropes for spring, and rockets back into Press with a running lariat. The big man staggers, but doesn't go down. Nomad doesn't pause before rushing the ropes again, coming back to nail him with another lariat. This time Press staggers back, then forwards, and it's obvious he's having trouble maintaining his footing. Nomad smirks, and takes to the ropes for a third time, but this time, on his way back, Press spins, throws his elbow out, and catches Nomad right in the face, sending him tumbling to the mat.
PERCY: Damn! It looks like the point of Press' jaw went right into Nomad's face, and now the big man's reaching down to get a fistful of Nomad's hair...
Press jerks Nomad halfway up to his feet, but Nomad throws his forearm up between Press' legs, causing the man to double over in pain. A-Ref tries to get into a position to see what's going on, but Nomad hides the low blow by getting quickly to his feet and scooping Press up in an impressive display of power, before slamming him back down to the mat.
PERCY: Um....I could be wrong....but I'm pretty sure Nomad just low blowed the champion.
CAT: All I saw was a perfectly legal scoop slam, Percy. Stop trying to be biased to The BombTrax!
Despite having taken a shot to his back off the slam, Press' hands shoot to his lower regions, and he coughs heavily as if trying to catch his breath. Nomad smirks before lifting his left leg, and then dropping straight down so that his knee strikes the champion right across his skull.
PERCY: Nomad seems to have the big man at his mercy, and now Calvin Harris is almost beside himself wanting into the ring.
CAT: Looks like Nomad is going to oblige him, cause there's the tag!
Harris nearly bursts into the ring, baseball sliding down beside Press only to cradle his head, and fire in repeated right hands into his face. Youth starts to come into the ring, but A-Ref hops up to stop him, leaving Calvin enough time to get Press up to his feet, and over into his corner. Nomad holds the big mans arms, while Calvin lights into him with repeated kicks. He looks over his shoulder to see that A-Ref is starting to turn back around, so he drops back a few paces, and then rushes forwards with a Yakuza Kick aimed right for Press' face. The big man, however, ducks down at the last second, and Harris foot connects with Nomad instead, sending him sailing off the ring apron, and down to the concrete floor below. Harris stares out at Nomad writhing around on the floor in shock, and turns around, just in time for the big man to catch him around the throat with both hands.
PERCY: GOOD LORD, HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM!!
CAT: Come on, A-Ref, get in there and break this up!
Panic touches Calvin's eyes as Press sneers down at him, his grip getting tighter and tighter the more the #1 Contender struggles. A-Ref rushes over, and begins a five count, and just when it looks like Press might get disqualified, he releases the hold, allowing Calvin to fall back into his corner. A-Ref tries to admonish the big man, but he flashes him a dangerous look, and the official hastily backs away while Press steps into the corner with a knee lift to Calvin. The shot to his midsection causes Calvin to lean forward, and Press steps back, then falls right into his opponent with a back elbow to his exposed head. Finally, Press pulls Calvin out of the corner, hooks him around the head, and then hoists him high into the air, his legs remaining up for what seems like forever, before finally falling back into a suplex.
PERCY: Calvin clutching at his back as Press jerks him down to the canvas for a cover!
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CAT: KICK OUT AT TWO! Calvin is not going to be made a fool here tonight, I guarantee it. He's as tough as they come, or do you need to be reminded of Heat Stroke?
PERCY: Hey, I think Calvin Harris is one of the premiere athletes of PAW, but there's only so much you can do with a man of Press' build.
Press doesn't bother arguing over the count as he gets to his feet, and pulls Calvin with him. He drags the #1 Contender over to his corner, and tags Youth, who starts climbing to the top. Press pulls Calvin over to his side, and then scoops him up for what looks like a side slam, but just holds him there. When Youth reaches the top, he calls out to the fans, who call right back, before leaping off with a leg drop. By the time his leg reaches Harris, Press drops straight down into a seated position with all of his weight on Calvin.
PERCY: Sidewalk Slam with an assist from Youth off the top, and the younger of the two men going for a cover!
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THRE-Jack Nomad is in the ring from out of nowhere, reigning boots down onto Youth's head to break the count. Press quickly slips back over the rope, and all four men are in the ring when A-Ref signals that he'll throw the whole damn match out. Press and Jack reluctantly make their way back to their corners, leaving Youth and Harris still in the ring.
PERCY: Youth took a few lumps from Nomad, but he's still pretty fresh in the ring, and he's helping Calvin up to his feet before sending him off the ropes to the far side!
CAT: Calvin on his way back now, and he just ran into a spin wheel kick by Youth that damn near took his head off!
PERCY: Youth with the cover!
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PERCY: NO! Only a count of two, as Harris is still determined to be in this thing.
CAT: I have to give it to The BombTrax. They are working like a well oiled machine, but of coarse, they've been together for fifteen years. Calvin and Nomad, despite putting this faction together, are singles competitors. They are used to only having to watch their own backs.
PERCY: Valid points, Cat, but might I remind you that it was Calvin Harris and Jack Nomad who started all of this by attacking Press on The Box Office at WICKED#13. Press came out and confronted the #1 contender cause he was calling him out for an ambush.
CAT: Yeah, and might I remind you, Percy, that these BombTrax are no saints. You've seen what they've done since day one around this place. They put Cross Recoba on the shelf, damn near killed Stevie Harris, and all but destroyed the GZW Takeover crowd. What? You expect Calvin to go at them on his own?
PERCY: No time for rebuttal....cause HERE THEY COME!
Percy shoves Cat out of the way as Harris bounces Youth's head off the announce table. While they had been arguing, Youth had missed a rolling senton, and Calvin had capitalized by tossing him through the ropes to the outside. Now, Calvin had Youth by the hair of the head, and leads him over to the steel steps, and bounces his head off of it as well. Youth slumps to a kneeling position across the steps as Calvin rolls to the inside, and tries to incite Press. The big man, obviously wanting the #1 Contender's blood, fires into the ring only for A-Ref to cut him off with warnings. While the officials back is turned, Nomad drops down from his corner, runs around the ring, and then gets up a gust of speed before driving his knee into the back of Youth's head, jamming his skull into the steel steps. Nomad quickly returns to the apron in his corner, as Calvin slips out, and rolls Youth back into the ring. He goes for a cover with his feet on the ropes.
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PERCY: A-Ref stopped the count cause he saw Calvin's feet. He and the ref are arguing, and Calvin doesn't look pleased. He's dragging Youth by the arm, and makes the tag to Nomad.
CAT: Now who's working like a well oiled machine?
PERCY: You're right, Cat. They cheat with the best of them.
Nomad springs into the ring, lifting Youth up off his feet, and then shoots behind him into a half nelson, taking him over for the suplex. Youth folds up like an accordion, and Nomad comes up to his feet with a smirk across the ring at Press, who has a few choice words that the audio can't pick up. Nomad reaches down and pulls Youth up, and then takes him by the arm into a twisting wrist lock, followed by repeated kicks to his thigh and hip. Youth is sent forwards and backwards with the power of the kicks, until finally Nomad sends a kick to his opponents elbow, and then flashes his boot down to Youth's knee. Youth isn't sure which appendage to grab for as he stumbles in the center of the ring, but it doesn't really matter, as Jack leaps straight up with a Muay Thai Jumping Knee strike that sends him crashing to the mat. Nomad wipes the sweat from his chest in Press direction, before dropping down for the cover.
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PERCY: THRE-KICK OUT! Just barely! Youth is in some real trouble here, and desperately needs to make the tag.
Nomad hops up with a bitter word at A-Ref before tagging Calvin, who starts to make his way to the top turnbuckle of their corner. Once on his perch, he stands to his full height, throwing his arms out at his side causing the fans to shower him with boo's. He lets his arms drops and gives the crowd a shit eating grin before leaping from the top and driving both of his boot's down into Youth's chest.
PERCY: MAGIC BULLET THEORY FROM THE TOP! This one might be over!
CAT: Calvin dropping for the cover!
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THRE-Just as A-Ref's hand is coming down for three, Press is in the ring jerking Calvin off of his partner by his leg. Nomad thunders into the ring in response only for Press to meet him with a big boot that sends him down to the canvas. Just as Press is preparing to do more, A-Ref gets in his way, and threatens him with disqualification. Press spits out a retort, but returns to the apron in his corner in a huff. Nomad grabs at his jaw, and exits as well, staring daggers at Press. Calvin gets back to his feet, the cocksure smirk still on his face, as he looks over at his partner reassuringly. Youth crawls across the canvas in obvious pain, reaching out for Press, who reaches out right back. Calvin allows him to get within inches of his partners hand, before grabbing a fist full of Youth's greasy hair, and yanking him back.
PERCY: Well, Harris and Nomad are still in charge, and you can see how badly Press wants in that ring. It's obvious the #1 Contender has gotten inside of his head.
CAT: Yeah, he looks like some big cat out there on the ring apron, pacing back and forth. Heaven help us if he gets that tag.
Calvin brings Youth over to a neutral corner, and lifts him up to where he's now sitting on the top turnbuckle. Calvin crawls up to the second, and looks out at the crowd with a grin as he goes all the way up to the top. He leaps into the air and catches Youth around the head with his legs, while simultaneously flipping backwards for a frankensteiner. Youth is launched from the top, but as if out of one of the Marvel movies, he manages to flip all the way through to land on his feet. Calvin comes up to his feet triumphant, not realizing what just happened, and when he turns around he's met with a super kick square to his jaw.
PERCY: SLOW BURN! Jack Nomad just thundered into the ring, and Youth changes positions...SLOW BURN TO NOMAD! Harris and Nomad are down in the ring, but Youth just crumpled down between them. He's spent!
CAT: Well he better pull himself together so he can make the tag, or all of that was for nothing!
Press is beside himself on the ring, running up and down the ropes, and slapping the top turnbuckle in his corner. The fans get to their feet and begin clapping along with him, and after a few seconds of this, Youth warily lifts his head. He begins to slowly crawl towards his corner, as Press leans far over the ropes with an extended hand. Inch by inch Youth gets closer, and he stretches out his hand a few times to find that he's just out of reach.
PERCY: Wait....WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!
CAT: Cross Recoba's coming down the ramp, and...uh....he's not using his cane!
PERCY: Yeah, but he's carrying it, along with that briefcase full of money! What is the meaning of all this?
Recoba reaches ringside, and he sets the briefcase down so that he can get a grip on his cane with both hands. He rares back like a baseball player and lets fly, the can crashing across Press back, splintering everywhere. Youth swings his arm to make the tag, but find nothing but air, as Press clutches at his back on the ring apron. Recoba flashes a vicious smile, before picking up the Halliburton, and using it to slam into the back of the champion's knee, forcing him clear off the ring apron altogether. A-Ref admonishes Recoba who backs up with his hands in the air as if he were innocent.
PERCY: I can't believe this, that fucking snake! He took Press out before Youth could make the tag, and now he's left to this pit of vipers!
CAT: Correction, Percy. Recoba is a Fox, and he knows EXACTLY what he just did!
Youth struggles up to his feet, and stares out at Recoba in surprise, unsure of what just happened. He turns around just in time to catch a springboard superman punch from Calvin that takes him down to the mat.
PERCY: MEETING KRYPTONITE! Good Lord! Calvin not even going for the cover, he just jerked Youth up...signals Jack...SPINE JACKER! GOD DAMN IT! This is a travesty!
CAT: No need to blaspheme, Percy. Looks like the better team's going to win is all.
Jack slides under the ropes to join Recoba, while Calvin drops down to cover an lifeless Youth.
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PERCY: Well there you go folks, what more needs to be said.
CAT: If you would shut up for a minute, I think we're about find out.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: The winners of this match by pinfall, CALVIN HARRIS AND JACK NOM......
Cross Recoba shoves Rhonda Armstrong out of the way of the time keepers table, snatching her microphone out of her hand in the process. He scoops up the PAW Heavyweight Championship, while Jack Nomad manages to get Press back into the ring. A-Ref makes a quick retreat to the outside as Nomad and Recoba rejoin Harris, who stands over Youth's body looking down at Press. The big man is already trying to get to his feet by use of the ropes, and Harris says something to Nomad as Recoba tosses him the championship. Nomad jerks youth up by the hair of the head, and then runs him right up and over the top rope nearest the announce table. Youth crashes down to the concrete floor, where he curls up in the fetal position in pain. Press, finally back on his feet, stumbles out towards the men, looking up just in time to see Calvin Harris rushing at him with his own Championship. The faceplate of the belt crashes off his skull, and Harris leaves his feet to carry even more impact to the blow. Press rolls around on the canvas, and when the camera zooms in, it can be seen he has been busted wide open.
PERCY: Here it is, Cat! Your type of bullshit! The match is already over, and these Jackal's are all over The Champion!
CAT: Might I remind you of that ride that Press sent Calvin on last show? Did you think he was just going to take that shit lying down?
Nomad and Recoba pull Press up to his feet, as Calvin paces nearby with the championship still in his clutches. Recoba holds the wobbly big man in place as Nomad gets a burst of speed from bouncing off the ropes, and then nails him with his finisher, the Spine Jacker! The three men laugh jeeringly as the fans pour on the hate. Nomad and Recoba get press up to his feet once again, this time having to physically help hold him up. Calvin tosses the title aside just long enough to jerk the big man's head down between his legs, and is barely able to get him up before sitting straight down into the Art Of Betrayal. Calvin snatches the championship on his way back up, and he looks to Recoba with a confident smile, indicating Press with a wave, saying 'All yours.'
PERCY: This is just fucking sick. Youth is out here at ringside unconscious, and the PAW Heavyweight Champion is being destroyed right before our very eyes!
CAT: Maybe so, Percy, but some might call it justice.
Recoba steps up to the prone champion, and reaches down to take him by his legs. He hooks him behind the knee's, and struggles him up onto his side before spinning him over into a high standing Boston Crab.
CAT: And Garibaldi's Guillotine to top it all of. You talk about poetic.
Press roars out in pain as Recoba wrenches back, putting immense pressure on the champions back. Calvin drops down to his knee's in front of the screaming big man, and dangles his championship out in front of him, pointing to his own chest to indicate that it was his. 4Loco appears with security, but the first man to enter the ring, Nomad cuts him off with a strong forearm that sends him flying right back to the floor. Press reaches out at Harris, his fingertips touching the face plate of the championship, just as Recoba jerks back again, sending the big man into an agonizing scream. Eventually Press stops pawing at the championship, his hand going limp at his side, and Calvin stands with the championship slung over his shoulder. He places a hand on Recoba's arm, and he looks back to see that Press is unconscious. After a few more seconds of the hold, he finally turns Press loose, and tries to regain his composure.
PERCY: Thank God, this is finally over. Calvin is allowing 4Loco and the EMT's to pull Press from the ring, and folks...this doesn't look good. The Champion is being carted out of here, and Youth just tried to get in the ring after his attackers, but security is thankfully detaining him as well.
CAT: Probably just saved that idiot's life.
PERCY: Whatever, Cat. These men are despicable. If Harris wanted to get back at Press, fine. But there's no sense in possibly costing the man his career!
CAT: Tell that to Cross Recoba, Percy! He was put on the shelf by that big oaf, and you know what, I'm interested in hearing what these guys have to say, so HUSH!
Ringside has been cleared of all but the three men in the ring, but the fans are making sure to let them know what they think of them as the ring slowly fills with trash and debris. As Cross Recoba produces a microphone from his coat pocket, Jack snatches it from him.
JACK NOMAD: Not so fast. I'll let you say your piece, but I have a little something to say first. Tonight, we three delivered on a promise that I stated before this night ever began. We brought down the proud man from his throne and oh how sweet those screams he made did sound.
Both Calvin and Recoba nod with agreement as Jack dictates the pace. The crowd, naturally, gives him the business.
JACK: But let me make something very clear here and now with both motherfuckers present that are being lauded as my 'new BFF's....'
Jack turns swiftly towards them, giving them both a heated, withering scowl that'd make even the strongest and bravest of souls think twice.
JACK: The reason I'm standing in this ring right now is because I gave my word. A man who doesn't have his word ain't worth a bucket of fly piss. So understand this, I'm not your bitch errand boy, nor do I fucking like either of you. There will be only one rule in our little union. Don't fuck me. If you fuck me, I will end you both. Do we have ourselves an understanding?
Stepping back a couple steps, Jack tosses the microphone to Recoba, who fumbles it right into Calvin's hands. Calvin managed to recover the fumbled microphone well. He kind of glared in the direction of Jack after hearing his words. This was a glare that only remained for a few seconds before the Martyr brought the microphone right up to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: I know what I was doing when I formed an alliance with Jack. I knew that he was someone that I might have to keep eyes in the back of my head if I wanted him around me. Because he’s a ruthless as they come and I’m sure if the opportunity presented itself. He’d take my head off. However because he’s ruthless. Because he’s heartless. Because he lives for chaos and destruction. He enjoys that lifestyle almost as much as I do. Maybe even he enjoys it more than I do. Therefore having someone like Jack around benefits me in a big way. Much like having you around benefits me in a big way.
In mentioning “you” Calvin had himself pointing directly at Cross who was standing there. Cross’ eyebrow could be seen arching up some when he found himself being addressed.
CALVIN HARRIS: When you think about it Cross, the writing was on the wall when it came to this new found alliance. You have been open and honest from the start when it comes to how you feel about Press. You have said it from the start. You couldn’t stand him. You disliked him. You hated him and you wanted to see his demise. Why wouldn’t I want to form an alliance with someone that has the same amount of dislike that I do for him? Why wouldn’t I form an alliance with someone that hates Press just as much as I do?! Why wouldn’t I form an alliance with someone that shares the same mindset I do when it comes to getting that championship off of Press by any means necessary?! It would just be stupid of me to do so.
The fans listening to this were not very happy by any means. Their boos had continued to ring out from their vocal cords as loud as they could make them. Fans were still throwing trash in the ring to further voice their opinion when it came to unhappy they were. Calvin thought it was amusing seeing as there was a smirk crossed over his lips. His gaze hadn’t left Cross.
CALVIN HARRIS: One thing that you should know Cross is I don’t tolerate mistakes. I don’t tolerate someone dropping the ball. I don’t tolerate someone living up to my standards. That’s exactly why if I ever see Alexandra Kelly again. I’m going to have no problem snapping her neck in the middle of this ring and making that little rodent pay for what she did wrong. So let that be a warning to you Cross. Do not make me regret this alliance!
His eyes remained settled on Cross for a couple of seconds longer. As soon as they broke away though Calvin turned his attention to the booing and hateful crowd. There were just a couple of seconds where he was taking in their hatefulness. Only to bring the microphone back to his lips.
CALVIN HARRIS: And you people, you honestly thought after two weeks ago that I was done for. You thought I was defeated. You thought that Press had put me down and that I was a man that had learned his place. In reality what Press did to me last week did nothing but add fuel to the fire. It made me realize and truly understand what I was up against. My eyes were opened up. Everything became clearer and brighter for me. Therefore having that knowledge is what made all of this happen tonight. I knew that I had to let Press know that he was no longer the top dog and that’s why he got carted out of this arena on a stretcher. That’s also why the same thing is going to happen at Bad Moon Rising when I become the PAW Heavyweight Champion. No ifs, no ands, and no buts. On that night the gold is coming home with me!
His words echoed throughout the arena over their loud boos. Calvin found himself stepping back some only to let the microphone in his hands flip right out and into the chest of Cross. Quickly Cross recovered and grabbed the mic before it could hit the mat leaving him with the floor for the time being.
CROSS RECOBA: Well, well, well…
The crowd’s boos continue to resonate around the arena. Recoba, for his part, takes them in – his smile growing with every second he can hear the distaste for what the crowd have just witnessed.
CROSS RECOBA: This has been a long time coming. Let’s do a quick history lesson – the man you saw DECIMATED tonight, he put me on the shelf. Don’t act like you’ve forgotten about it, it’s in the opening credits of every PAW broadcast – it put PAW on the map! Where was my thanks? Where were the royalties? Where was even a ‘We hope you recover, Cross?’ .
Recoba flips a strand of hair out of his eyes
CROSS RECOBA: Sure, I got The Box Office, the place where everything happened, except – still no-one thought to thank me for guaranteeing Box Office viewing each and every week! You all heard the reports – I was a lame man, I was a cripple, destined to wander down the aisle each and every time you saw me…and throughout all the noise all I could hear was the tap…tap…tap of that cane! That thud managing to cut through every decibel each audience gave me, each tap a reminder of what I lost that night. You people have no idea what it must feel like, so let me put it into terms you might be able to relate to – it was like I’d heard that Jimmy Dean foods had filed for Chapter 11!
Cross is hot as he leans against the ropes, spitting the words, but quickly regains composure.
CROSS RECOBA: I saw endless rounds of physicians, specialists, and experts and they all told me to get used to it…until I found one. One doctor told me he could get me back to how I was…and what did I have to lose? Sure, I could have told PAW about it, they could have done a whole bit on my road to redemption, hell they’d have probably made sure that at the end I could walk out to the aisle at a big event without the use of an aid…LIKE TINY FUCKING TIM! So I thought – fuck ‘em, why let them use it for their own gains when I could use it for my own…
Cross paces in front of the camera, shaking his head all the while.
CROSS RECOBA: What you’ve just seen? Why are any of you really surprised? I’ve found myself two people within PAW who not only want to take down Press…but actually came through and did it! Yet I can see it now, you look at me like I’m crazy and unhinged and that just makes me laugh – why? These two guys besides me, they live for carnage and destruction, thrive on the chaos they bring to the ring, see exhibits A and B here presented on the mat. Who do you think orchestrates them? Keeps the plan focused? We all have common goals…
Cross pauses to stare down at the blood of the champion that's laid out on the canvas. He points down at it with a smirk.
CROSS RECOBA: You think this is bad? This was only the opening act, because when we’re finished there won’t be anything left in PAW except a flaming pile of rubble!
Cross holds the mic out in front of himself confidently, before opening his hand and letting it drop 'Pipe Bomb' style. The three men continue to stand in the ring, just goading the fans to continue in their chorus of boo's, while seeming to enjoy the collective moment.
PERCY: My God! What's next for PAW after this? These three men are not some flash in the pan superstars, they are established heavyweights! And what about the return of Cross Recoba! I guess that means that The Box Office is truly finished!
CAT: To hell with all that, Percy, did you not hear them! These men don't even like one another, but their hatred for the PAW Heavyweight champion is so much greater than their contempt for one another that they are willing to work together! When you have motivation like that, it makes you very dangerous.
PERCY: Dangerous, indeed. I can't think of anything more dangerous in the promotion right now than the collaboration of these three men.
Percy's words hang hollow over the scene as the camera picks up one more shot of Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad standing tall in the ring. The scene fades to the PAW logo, and then to black.