Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 16:36:58 GMT
The Power Trio of Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad make their way out of the arena and into the talent parking lot. Jackson Mississippi is alive all around them with the sounds of traffic and people out in the roadways trying to catch a glimpse of anyone famous leaving the Coliseum. Calvin and Cross discourse with one another, a few chuckles about their earlier interference costing The BombTrax their chances at the PAW Tag Championships, while Jack Nomad stood aloof, lost in his own dark thoughts. The three reach Cross' limo, when wheels screeching squeal out all around them in the parking deck, drawing their attention to the source. Down at the end of the corner, a familiar white 1966 Pontiac Tempest tears across the parking lot at break neck speed, and skids to a stop right in front of the Limo, not giving it any room to move. The two men that pile out of the Pontiac are The BombTrax, and the expressions on their face say that they have come for blood.
Jack shakes his head, almost disgruntled, and tosses his bag to the ground, rushing out to meet the men head long. Press moves into intercept the man, taking a hard right to the jaw for his trouble. He rolls with the punch, spinning all the way around to waylay Jack with a fist of his own with such force it knocks him up onto the hood of the limo.
Cross and Calvin both go for Youth, but the High Flyer surprises them by baseball sliding between the two of them, and hooking them around the ankles as he goes. With a hard yank, Cross and Calvin are both sent down to the pavement, as Youth kips up to his feet behind them. He rushes in on Cross with boots to the side of his head and neck, while Calvin gets to his knee's and wraps his arms around his assailants waist to throw him off balance.
Press reaches with both hands for Nomad's throat, and when he finds a decent grasp, he latches on causing Jack's eyes to go wide with the sudden loss of air. He thrashes on the hood of the car to fight the big man off, but the PAW Champion will have none of it, lifting Jack up a few feet off the hood only to slam him back down with authority.
Calvin manages to get Youth pulled back long enough for Recoba to gain his feet, and Recoba drives in a few hard kicks to the mans midsection while Harris subdues him. Harris looks over his shoulder to see Press strangling Jack, and he leaves Youth to Cross so that he can aide his ally. He dives through the air to land on Press' back, applying a rear naked choke. Press turns loose of Jack, backing up with Calvin riding his back. He manages to get hand on Calvin's long hair, and he yanks forward at the same time he leans forward, and Harris flies off of his back, and lands painfully on the concrete.
Press has just enough time to look up to see Jack Nomads boot come crashing into the side of his head. Press falls back holding his injured ear, as Jack moves in with a knee to his face. He tries to hook Press arms, looking to go for the Face Breaker, but Youth comes out of no where, diving on the man with repeated forearms that knock him back on that damnable limo hood.
Sirens can be heard off in the distance as Harris gets to his feet. Just as Press straightens his spine, Calvin is there to meet him around the midsection with a spear that knocks the big man back into the Pontiac's rear fender. Cross, having fell back to get his Halliburton, comes rushing at where Calvin has Press momentarily tied up. He raises the Halliburton up to crack it off of Press skull, but Press manages to shove Harris in his direction, throwing him off coarse. Press wades forward, hands up in front of him, and he leads with a jab that catches Cross right in the forehead, snapping his head back. He swings for a right, but Cross ducks it, laying a scathing punch into his ribs as Calvin comes in from Press' blindside, and catches him across the jaw with a jumping knee.
The sirens have gotten louder now, blue lights flashing at the edge of the Mississippi Coliseum as Nomad manages to roll Youth over onto his back, so that he's now the one delivering right hands. Cross and Harris move in once more for a double team to throw Press off, but the big man wisely lunges forward, throwing both arms out at his sides. Cross manages to duck the lariat meant for him, but Harris is struck with a glancing blow that sends him spinning off to the pavement. Press turns around, fist cocked back, ready to throw his next punch, when a loud clear voice bellows out into the night.
VOICE: ALL OF YOU STAND DOWN! THIS IS THE JACKSON POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!
Press froze, a hateful glare still locked on Cross Recoba. Jack Nomad slipped off the limo, his hands already reaching for the sky as if he had been here a few times in his life. Youth slid off as well, leaning against the car, but his hands going up. Calvin picked himself up off the asphalt, and shook his head in disbelief as he held his hands out in front of him. Cross smirked at the champion, making the need to hurt him that much more urgent, but Press found himself grinding h is teeth as he turned around, his fist already uncurling into an open palm.
More cop cars appeared behind them, boxing the entire area in, and flooding the parking lot with the boys in blue. They move in expertly, their tasers aimed at the bruised and battered superstars. An officer comes in from behind each one of them, yanking their hands down behind their back, and applying their hand cuffs to the wrist. They lead the combatants towards separate cars just as Lady Munin, Ji, 4Loco, and lawyer, Todd Reid, come bustling out of one of the side doors of the Mississippi Coliseum.
Lady Munin looked to a clearly dumbfounded Reid.
LADY MUNIN: Well now would be a good time for you to step in. Otherwise there will be no main event at Bad Moon Rising
TODD REID: But, I....
POLICE OFFICER: You can file your complaint, injunction, or whatever in the morning when the magistrate arrives. For right now, we're taking these guys in to cool off. We appreciate the business you guys draw, but we can't have this spilling over into the streets.
With that the five men are lead in different directions, each placed in the back of a cop car and read their rights. The blue lights of the Jackson PD flood the camera as they pass by, leaving the four PAW staff standing on the curb. The scene fades as Lady Munin casts Todd Reid a serious look, and then moves to the PAW logo, and then fade to black.
Jack shakes his head, almost disgruntled, and tosses his bag to the ground, rushing out to meet the men head long. Press moves into intercept the man, taking a hard right to the jaw for his trouble. He rolls with the punch, spinning all the way around to waylay Jack with a fist of his own with such force it knocks him up onto the hood of the limo.
Cross and Calvin both go for Youth, but the High Flyer surprises them by baseball sliding between the two of them, and hooking them around the ankles as he goes. With a hard yank, Cross and Calvin are both sent down to the pavement, as Youth kips up to his feet behind them. He rushes in on Cross with boots to the side of his head and neck, while Calvin gets to his knee's and wraps his arms around his assailants waist to throw him off balance.
Press reaches with both hands for Nomad's throat, and when he finds a decent grasp, he latches on causing Jack's eyes to go wide with the sudden loss of air. He thrashes on the hood of the car to fight the big man off, but the PAW Champion will have none of it, lifting Jack up a few feet off the hood only to slam him back down with authority.
Calvin manages to get Youth pulled back long enough for Recoba to gain his feet, and Recoba drives in a few hard kicks to the mans midsection while Harris subdues him. Harris looks over his shoulder to see Press strangling Jack, and he leaves Youth to Cross so that he can aide his ally. He dives through the air to land on Press' back, applying a rear naked choke. Press turns loose of Jack, backing up with Calvin riding his back. He manages to get hand on Calvin's long hair, and he yanks forward at the same time he leans forward, and Harris flies off of his back, and lands painfully on the concrete.
Press has just enough time to look up to see Jack Nomads boot come crashing into the side of his head. Press falls back holding his injured ear, as Jack moves in with a knee to his face. He tries to hook Press arms, looking to go for the Face Breaker, but Youth comes out of no where, diving on the man with repeated forearms that knock him back on that damnable limo hood.
Sirens can be heard off in the distance as Harris gets to his feet. Just as Press straightens his spine, Calvin is there to meet him around the midsection with a spear that knocks the big man back into the Pontiac's rear fender. Cross, having fell back to get his Halliburton, comes rushing at where Calvin has Press momentarily tied up. He raises the Halliburton up to crack it off of Press skull, but Press manages to shove Harris in his direction, throwing him off coarse. Press wades forward, hands up in front of him, and he leads with a jab that catches Cross right in the forehead, snapping his head back. He swings for a right, but Cross ducks it, laying a scathing punch into his ribs as Calvin comes in from Press' blindside, and catches him across the jaw with a jumping knee.
The sirens have gotten louder now, blue lights flashing at the edge of the Mississippi Coliseum as Nomad manages to roll Youth over onto his back, so that he's now the one delivering right hands. Cross and Harris move in once more for a double team to throw Press off, but the big man wisely lunges forward, throwing both arms out at his sides. Cross manages to duck the lariat meant for him, but Harris is struck with a glancing blow that sends him spinning off to the pavement. Press turns around, fist cocked back, ready to throw his next punch, when a loud clear voice bellows out into the night.
VOICE: ALL OF YOU STAND DOWN! THIS IS THE JACKSON POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!
Press froze, a hateful glare still locked on Cross Recoba. Jack Nomad slipped off the limo, his hands already reaching for the sky as if he had been here a few times in his life. Youth slid off as well, leaning against the car, but his hands going up. Calvin picked himself up off the asphalt, and shook his head in disbelief as he held his hands out in front of him. Cross smirked at the champion, making the need to hurt him that much more urgent, but Press found himself grinding h is teeth as he turned around, his fist already uncurling into an open palm.
More cop cars appeared behind them, boxing the entire area in, and flooding the parking lot with the boys in blue. They move in expertly, their tasers aimed at the bruised and battered superstars. An officer comes in from behind each one of them, yanking their hands down behind their back, and applying their hand cuffs to the wrist. They lead the combatants towards separate cars just as Lady Munin, Ji, 4Loco, and lawyer, Todd Reid, come bustling out of one of the side doors of the Mississippi Coliseum.
Lady Munin looked to a clearly dumbfounded Reid.
LADY MUNIN: Well now would be a good time for you to step in. Otherwise there will be no main event at Bad Moon Rising
TODD REID: But, I....
POLICE OFFICER: You can file your complaint, injunction, or whatever in the morning when the magistrate arrives. For right now, we're taking these guys in to cool off. We appreciate the business you guys draw, but we can't have this spilling over into the streets.
With that the five men are lead in different directions, each placed in the back of a cop car and read their rights. The blue lights of the Jackson PD flood the camera as they pass by, leaving the four PAW staff standing on the curb. The scene fades as Lady Munin casts Todd Reid a serious look, and then moves to the PAW logo, and then fade to black.