Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 16:32:58 GMT
PERCY: This match will determine which will be the first team in the Tag Team plans at Bad Moon Rising.
CAT: Should be exciting. And look who it is in the ring. Spielberg's favorite sons.
PERCY: Indeed, it looks like The Lost Boyz are already in the ring, and Rhonda is standing by to announce the other team.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is the opening bout of the evening, and is a PAW Tag Team Championship Qualifier match for Bad Moon Rising!! Already in the ring, weighting in at a combined weight of 426 pounds....They are Purity's own, PAN & RUFIO....THE LOST BOYZ!!
The fans don't even get a chance to react before "Paint it Black" as covered by Destrophy hit's the P/A, the lights dimming as purple and white lights flash towards the ceiling. The lights move in eratic patterns as two feminine figures step out onto the stage, one a rather petite five foot five inches, the other a rather large six foot two inches. The lights turn up as the two head down the aisle. Leading the way was a dark haired, pale skinned beauty with brown eyes, red and black eye shadow, matched lipstick, and fingernails. Each step she takes, she bouncs to the beat, doing alternating piston raises of her arms. Her attire consists of a black leather half jacket with the word "MERCY" across the back, a fishnet body suit, black leather bra, fingerless gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, short leather skirt, laced panties, calf boots with strapped and buckled kick pads, a bullet shell belt on her hips. Behind her was a tall and thick two hundred and thirty-five pound woman woman sporting a mesh body stocking beneath a black wrestling doublet decorated with pentagrams on the hips and the massive word "SIN" scratched across her belly. She sported several small tattoos here and there, the most notable being a pentagram on her right shoulder. Her knee pads and wrestling boots match her doublet, sporting pentagram designs upon them. Her hands are heavily taped to the mid forearm and look a bit worn and blood stained.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 371 pounds, they are MERCY & SIN!
Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous, despite the larger woman's obvious size. Mercy pulls back on the ropes and vaults herself up and over, then runs to the far turnpost. There, she holds those arms out at her sides with her eyes closed and her head tilts back. Behind her, Sin had already slipped through and was standing front and center. Sin takes both her thumbs, drags them across her throat and grits her teeth with a psychotic, angry expression on her face. Suddenly a crimson fluid begins drooling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dribbling onto the canvas. Her whole body shudders violently as if going through a seizure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Mercy hops off the ropes with a spin and leans back in her corner. Sin's eyes snap back to normal and she backs up towards the ropes, watching and waiting. Mercy drags a thumb across her throat, a sadistic smile crossing her face.
PERCY: These two ladies right here are scary...
CAT: I don't know, Percy, I kind of like them. Now, let's see if we can't entice that big one to eat Pan's face off!
As if she heard the blood thirsty announcer, Tracy Sin suddenly rushed across the ring catching both Lost Boyz by surprise with a stiff double clothesline. Becky Mercy just laughs, still leaning against the corner, while Tracy jerks both men up by the hair of the head, and jams their heads together. Both men drop once again as A-Ref jumps up and down, and forces Sin back over to her corner. Sin steps through to the apron, and Becky steps forwards, still wearing that sadistic grin. A-Ref calls for the bell, and Pan is barely able to get back to his feet before Mercy is all over him with vicious chops that knock him back into his own corner. Rufio, still shaken from headbutting his own partner, is unable to do anything before Mercy snapmares Pan back out to the center of the ring, and follows it up with a soccer like kick straight to the spine.
PERCY: Good Lord, Mercy & Sin have completely thrown the Lost Boyz game plan off by jumping them like that, and Becky Mercy is just having her way with poor Pan.
CAT: Now see, Percy, this is more like it. It's what I came to see. Two strong women kicking the shit out of people here on PAW. These gals know how to entertain!
Pan gets up to his feet holding his lower back, and Mercy is there to meet him by grabbing a handful of hair, and dragging him over to her corner. Sin already has her leg draped over the top rope, and Becky runs Pan head first right into her knee. A quick tag and Sin is in, taking Pan and whipping him into the ropes. He comes rebounding back, and he ducks Sin's clothesline attempt. Then the back elbow. On his third pass he leaps into the air for a cross body, but much to his dismay he's caught in mid air by Tracy, who laughs at his effort. The fans boo the arrogance of the new team, but it doesn't seem to phase Tracy as she stalks around the ring with Pan in tow, before depositing him with a massive body slam in front of her teams corner.
PERCY: Alright, Becky with the tag, and she's heading to the top rope. High Risk Maneuver coming up....OH! CORKSCREW SENTON SPLASH DOWN ONTO PAN! Becky for the cover!
1...
2...
PERCY: THRE-Rufio with a boot to the back of Becky's head, but here comes Tracy. God, those right hands are brutal as she knocks Rufio back! Becky has Pan up on the opposite side, and both women just hammering away at their opponents....
CAT: Now they are coordinated. Tracy whips Rufio, Becky whips Pan, and both men collide in the center of the ring! Tracy just grabbed Rufio before he could even hit the ground and ejected him from the ring right over the top rope!
Becky smirks, and points down at Pan as Tracy steps up and grabs him up by his legs. She starts to do a big swing, and as she gets close to Becky, the smaller woman begins playing jump rope with Pan's body.
PERCY: Are you kidding me! Becky Mercy is playing jump rope with Pan's body!
CAT: Yeah, she's even reciting a nursery rhyme!
BECKY MERCY: ONE-TWO, BLOOD FOR YOU! THREE-FOUR, SETTLE A SCORE! FIVE-SIX, CROSS THE RIVER STYX! SEVEN-EIGHT, FEED THA' HATE! NINE-TEN, BECK KILLS AGAIN!!!!
Becky never tells what happens at Eleven-Twelve, as she hops high at that moment, and then brings her feet straight down into Pan's chest for a double stomp at the same time Tracy lets go of her big swing. Pan is driven into the mat, and Becky drops for the cover as Tracy fumble falls back into their corner for a rest.
CAT: I hear they call that move the swinging death rope!
PERCY: Aptly, named, cause this one's over! 1...2...3!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentleman, the winners of this match by pinfall, MERCY & SIN!!
PERCY: Well folks, we have our first team going into Bad Moon Rising, and they are going to be a tough one to beat, let me tell you!
CAT: You got that right, Percy. I mean, you tell me, who in the hell could take on two competitors with this much violence in their eyes.
As soon as the words leave Cat's mouth, "Stranglehold" by Nugent answers her question over the PA System. The fans come alive as Youth appears at the top of the stage, dancing from one end to the other with his hand over his eyes so that he can search the crowd. He's followed by a looming Press, the PAW Heavyweight Championship firmly in his grasp. After the appropriate amount of fanfare, Youth looks over his shoulder at the big man, who nods, and the two begin to make their way down to the ring.
PERCY: You just had to open your big fat mouth!
CAT: I'm SORRY! I didn't mean it!
Mercy & Sin exchange a glance and nod, before dumping out of the ring and rushing up to meet the interruption head on. Press gets a small gallop going down the ramp, and right as he's about to collide with Tracy Sin, he throws his boot straight out, catching her in the face and sending her somersaulting down to the steel grating. Becky takes a swing at Youth who ducks under it while moving past her. When she turns to back to face him she's met with a superkick that damn near takes her head off.
PERCY: GOOD GOD! SUDDEN STOP BY PRESS, AND SLOW BURN BY YOUTH!
CAT: Sometimes I really hate these guys...
The two women roll around on the ramp holding their faces as Youth shrugs and belly slides into the ring, while Press smirks, stalking up onto the apron, and then swinging one leg after the other over the top rope. Youth calls for a mic, and as soon as he has one he steps back over to lean against the ropes looking out at the two women as they try and get back to their feet.
FLAMING YOUTH: I couldn't help but notice while reading your bio that you have a finishing move called the Sin-A-Bomb Pop, which is basically Tracy setting up a powerbomb, while Becky comes off the top with some aerial maneuever.
Youth looks out at the crowd in confusion, holding his finger to his temple, and they all laugh or boo the two ladies who have yet to collect themselves.
YOUTH: Yeah, I know. It sound's awfully familiar, doesn't it? I mean, are we going to have to trademark every damn thing we do around here? Jeeeeeezzz. You two showed up and put the beat down on Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer last show, and had some mighty big words for the tag division, including not so kind anecdotes for me and my partner here. So consider us the welcome wagon, and this as your official 'Hello' from the PAW Universe!
The fans cheer loudly as Tracy and Becky finally make it back to their feet, both holding their jaws. They cast baleful stares into the ring at their assailants, as the crowd gets even more into the moment with a chant.
CROWD: HELL-O! GOOD-BYE! HELL-O! GOOD-BYE!
Tracy makes like she's about to back hand a fan, but Becky grabs her by the arm and shakes her head 'No'. She spits on the ramp while pulling Tracy towards the stage, watching as Youth bounces around the ring directing the chant. When the two women disappear behind the curtain the fans cheer loudly, and Youth takes a bow before tossing the mic to his partner. Press stalks around the ring, still looking up at the curtain.
PRESS: Everyone here knows that The BombTrax are not much for talking, but a lot more for doing, and since we're already scheduled for later tonight, I figure, WHY WAIT? Get Ava and Sykes down to the ring so we can get this over with, and finish up our itinerary for Bad Moon Rising!
The fans go ballistic as Press tosses the mic out of the ring, and hands his Championship belt over to the time keeper.
PERCY: WOW! The BombTrax mean business here tonight, and it looks like they want those Tag Team Straps to go along with the Heavyweight Title!
CAT: Well this, at least, we agree on. Let's get this party started!
CAT: Should be exciting. And look who it is in the ring. Spielberg's favorite sons.
PERCY: Indeed, it looks like The Lost Boyz are already in the ring, and Rhonda is standing by to announce the other team.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: This match is the opening bout of the evening, and is a PAW Tag Team Championship Qualifier match for Bad Moon Rising!! Already in the ring, weighting in at a combined weight of 426 pounds....They are Purity's own, PAN & RUFIO....THE LOST BOYZ!!
The fans don't even get a chance to react before "Paint it Black" as covered by Destrophy hit's the P/A, the lights dimming as purple and white lights flash towards the ceiling. The lights move in eratic patterns as two feminine figures step out onto the stage, one a rather petite five foot five inches, the other a rather large six foot two inches. The lights turn up as the two head down the aisle. Leading the way was a dark haired, pale skinned beauty with brown eyes, red and black eye shadow, matched lipstick, and fingernails. Each step she takes, she bouncs to the beat, doing alternating piston raises of her arms. Her attire consists of a black leather half jacket with the word "MERCY" across the back, a fishnet body suit, black leather bra, fingerless gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, short leather skirt, laced panties, calf boots with strapped and buckled kick pads, a bullet shell belt on her hips. Behind her was a tall and thick two hundred and thirty-five pound woman woman sporting a mesh body stocking beneath a black wrestling doublet decorated with pentagrams on the hips and the massive word "SIN" scratched across her belly. She sported several small tattoos here and there, the most notable being a pentagram on her right shoulder. Her knee pads and wrestling boots match her doublet, sporting pentagram designs upon them. Her hands are heavily taped to the mid forearm and look a bit worn and blood stained.
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Introducing their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 371 pounds, they are MERCY & SIN!
Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous, despite the larger woman's obvious size. Mercy pulls back on the ropes and vaults herself up and over, then runs to the far turnpost. There, she holds those arms out at her sides with her eyes closed and her head tilts back. Behind her, Sin had already slipped through and was standing front and center. Sin takes both her thumbs, drags them across her throat and grits her teeth with a psychotic, angry expression on her face. Suddenly a crimson fluid begins drooling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dribbling onto the canvas. Her whole body shudders violently as if going through a seizure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Mercy hops off the ropes with a spin and leans back in her corner. Sin's eyes snap back to normal and she backs up towards the ropes, watching and waiting. Mercy drags a thumb across her throat, a sadistic smile crossing her face.
PERCY: These two ladies right here are scary...
CAT: I don't know, Percy, I kind of like them. Now, let's see if we can't entice that big one to eat Pan's face off!
As if she heard the blood thirsty announcer, Tracy Sin suddenly rushed across the ring catching both Lost Boyz by surprise with a stiff double clothesline. Becky Mercy just laughs, still leaning against the corner, while Tracy jerks both men up by the hair of the head, and jams their heads together. Both men drop once again as A-Ref jumps up and down, and forces Sin back over to her corner. Sin steps through to the apron, and Becky steps forwards, still wearing that sadistic grin. A-Ref calls for the bell, and Pan is barely able to get back to his feet before Mercy is all over him with vicious chops that knock him back into his own corner. Rufio, still shaken from headbutting his own partner, is unable to do anything before Mercy snapmares Pan back out to the center of the ring, and follows it up with a soccer like kick straight to the spine.
PERCY: Good Lord, Mercy & Sin have completely thrown the Lost Boyz game plan off by jumping them like that, and Becky Mercy is just having her way with poor Pan.
CAT: Now see, Percy, this is more like it. It's what I came to see. Two strong women kicking the shit out of people here on PAW. These gals know how to entertain!
Pan gets up to his feet holding his lower back, and Mercy is there to meet him by grabbing a handful of hair, and dragging him over to her corner. Sin already has her leg draped over the top rope, and Becky runs Pan head first right into her knee. A quick tag and Sin is in, taking Pan and whipping him into the ropes. He comes rebounding back, and he ducks Sin's clothesline attempt. Then the back elbow. On his third pass he leaps into the air for a cross body, but much to his dismay he's caught in mid air by Tracy, who laughs at his effort. The fans boo the arrogance of the new team, but it doesn't seem to phase Tracy as she stalks around the ring with Pan in tow, before depositing him with a massive body slam in front of her teams corner.
PERCY: Alright, Becky with the tag, and she's heading to the top rope. High Risk Maneuver coming up....OH! CORKSCREW SENTON SPLASH DOWN ONTO PAN! Becky for the cover!
1...
2...
PERCY: THRE-Rufio with a boot to the back of Becky's head, but here comes Tracy. God, those right hands are brutal as she knocks Rufio back! Becky has Pan up on the opposite side, and both women just hammering away at their opponents....
CAT: Now they are coordinated. Tracy whips Rufio, Becky whips Pan, and both men collide in the center of the ring! Tracy just grabbed Rufio before he could even hit the ground and ejected him from the ring right over the top rope!
Becky smirks, and points down at Pan as Tracy steps up and grabs him up by his legs. She starts to do a big swing, and as she gets close to Becky, the smaller woman begins playing jump rope with Pan's body.
PERCY: Are you kidding me! Becky Mercy is playing jump rope with Pan's body!
CAT: Yeah, she's even reciting a nursery rhyme!
BECKY MERCY: ONE-TWO, BLOOD FOR YOU! THREE-FOUR, SETTLE A SCORE! FIVE-SIX, CROSS THE RIVER STYX! SEVEN-EIGHT, FEED THA' HATE! NINE-TEN, BECK KILLS AGAIN!!!!
Becky never tells what happens at Eleven-Twelve, as she hops high at that moment, and then brings her feet straight down into Pan's chest for a double stomp at the same time Tracy lets go of her big swing. Pan is driven into the mat, and Becky drops for the cover as Tracy fumble falls back into their corner for a rest.
CAT: I hear they call that move the swinging death rope!
PERCY: Aptly, named, cause this one's over! 1...2...3!!!
RHONDA ARMSTRONG: Ladies and gentleman, the winners of this match by pinfall, MERCY & SIN!!
PERCY: Well folks, we have our first team going into Bad Moon Rising, and they are going to be a tough one to beat, let me tell you!
CAT: You got that right, Percy. I mean, you tell me, who in the hell could take on two competitors with this much violence in their eyes.
As soon as the words leave Cat's mouth, "Stranglehold" by Nugent answers her question over the PA System. The fans come alive as Youth appears at the top of the stage, dancing from one end to the other with his hand over his eyes so that he can search the crowd. He's followed by a looming Press, the PAW Heavyweight Championship firmly in his grasp. After the appropriate amount of fanfare, Youth looks over his shoulder at the big man, who nods, and the two begin to make their way down to the ring.
PERCY: You just had to open your big fat mouth!
CAT: I'm SORRY! I didn't mean it!
Mercy & Sin exchange a glance and nod, before dumping out of the ring and rushing up to meet the interruption head on. Press gets a small gallop going down the ramp, and right as he's about to collide with Tracy Sin, he throws his boot straight out, catching her in the face and sending her somersaulting down to the steel grating. Becky takes a swing at Youth who ducks under it while moving past her. When she turns to back to face him she's met with a superkick that damn near takes her head off.
PERCY: GOOD GOD! SUDDEN STOP BY PRESS, AND SLOW BURN BY YOUTH!
CAT: Sometimes I really hate these guys...
The two women roll around on the ramp holding their faces as Youth shrugs and belly slides into the ring, while Press smirks, stalking up onto the apron, and then swinging one leg after the other over the top rope. Youth calls for a mic, and as soon as he has one he steps back over to lean against the ropes looking out at the two women as they try and get back to their feet.
FLAMING YOUTH: I couldn't help but notice while reading your bio that you have a finishing move called the Sin-A-Bomb Pop, which is basically Tracy setting up a powerbomb, while Becky comes off the top with some aerial maneuever.
Youth looks out at the crowd in confusion, holding his finger to his temple, and they all laugh or boo the two ladies who have yet to collect themselves.
YOUTH: Yeah, I know. It sound's awfully familiar, doesn't it? I mean, are we going to have to trademark every damn thing we do around here? Jeeeeeezzz. You two showed up and put the beat down on Annabel Lee and Kelsey Spencer last show, and had some mighty big words for the tag division, including not so kind anecdotes for me and my partner here. So consider us the welcome wagon, and this as your official 'Hello' from the PAW Universe!
The fans cheer loudly as Tracy and Becky finally make it back to their feet, both holding their jaws. They cast baleful stares into the ring at their assailants, as the crowd gets even more into the moment with a chant.
CROWD: HELL-O! GOOD-BYE! HELL-O! GOOD-BYE!
Tracy makes like she's about to back hand a fan, but Becky grabs her by the arm and shakes her head 'No'. She spits on the ramp while pulling Tracy towards the stage, watching as Youth bounces around the ring directing the chant. When the two women disappear behind the curtain the fans cheer loudly, and Youth takes a bow before tossing the mic to his partner. Press stalks around the ring, still looking up at the curtain.
PRESS: Everyone here knows that The BombTrax are not much for talking, but a lot more for doing, and since we're already scheduled for later tonight, I figure, WHY WAIT? Get Ava and Sykes down to the ring so we can get this over with, and finish up our itinerary for Bad Moon Rising!
The fans go ballistic as Press tosses the mic out of the ring, and hands his Championship belt over to the time keeper.
PERCY: WOW! The BombTrax mean business here tonight, and it looks like they want those Tag Team Straps to go along with the Heavyweight Title!
CAT: Well this, at least, we agree on. Let's get this party started!