Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 17:04:08 GMT
PERCY: Okay fight fans, if you’re just joining us on our bi-weekly Wicked Live! Brand, you’re in for a main event-worthy match between former Two-time Titans of the Midway Champion himself, the Thigh High Thriller Johnny Raike, and the enigmatic broken God—
CAT: Deus. I said it right this time, didn’t I, Percy?
PERCY: Indeed you did, Cat. Obviously there’s some heat brewing between these two.
CAT: I still don’t think Raike should have blatantly called Deus out as he did, but, here we are and did you SEE Johnny earlier?
PERCY: Definitely not as together as we’re used to, but I think Raike is merely absolving himself of some demons.
CAT: Demons that Deus triggered in Raike, though!
PERCY: Raike has made it clear that Deus is no monster, Cat. Any frustrations Johnny Raike is experiencing is on account of not properly dealing with a situation like Deus, and, well, now he’s going to deal with it here tonight.
The opening dialogue of 'Barbie Girl' cracks onto the speakers. and inside the ring Richard Anderson presses his earpiece in tight to hear some information that creases his brow.
CAT: Barbie Girl?! By Aqua? I haven’t heard this in time, that’s not Raike’s music, though! What’s going on, Percy?
PERCY: I surely don’t know. Johnny Raike is as colorful as they come, perhaps, for one night only, he’s switched entrance themes….
The audience looks to the entrance to await the Hedonistic Hellcat. After the dialogue between “Barbie” and “Ken”, the recently signed figure of Pound Cake steps from the curtain into a double spot light.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Ladies and Gentleman at this time a substitution has been made. Making her way to the ring in place of Johnny Raike, hailing from Tupelo, Mississippi… introducing… POUNDDDDD CAKKKKKKKKE!
CAT: Pound Cake?! What the hell…?
Pound Cake gives a big 'whoop' as she strikes a power pose, and begins her power stride to the ring, giving high fives along the way.. Lorie pauses at the top of the ring stairs and gives a 'Let me hear ya, Purity, Louisiana!!'
PERCY: Definitely an odd development, Cat. But on the otherside of all the questions surrounding this substitution, we officially get our first look at one of Johnny’s personal discoveries in “Pound Cake”!
Pound Cake enters the ring and tests the ropes, waiting in her corner for the bell.
CAT: Don’t you want to at least find out where Johnny Raike is, Percy?
PERCY: Sure I do, Cat. But at the moment, we’re going to see what a fresh new talent can do in the ring against rather dangerous individual.
The arena goes dark. The synth strikes of “Child of the West” by Roni Size featuring B-Real kicks onto the speaker system while timed strobes of red light streak out into the crowd along with the music.
RICHARD ARMSTRONG: And… introducing from Parts Unknown…
With the pulses happening, it’s easy to see there’s no one standing at the top of the ramp. This goes on into the chorus of the song, the lights rising to reveal Deus standing nonchalantly in its ring corner. From across the ring, Pound Cake glares in the masked figure’s direction, looking ready to pound the enigma. Sufficiently disturbed, Richard finishes sheepishly…
RICHARD ARMSTRONG: …Deus….
PERCY: The ever difficult to quantify figure of Deus is in the ring, and Pound Cake looks literally ready to pulverize him.
CAT: Raike thinks that’s a her, Percy.
PERCY: That’s a very solid possibility, Cat, considering the past precedent. The height is definitely consistent with that hypothesis.
CAT: Regardless, Raike’s Pound Cake’s gonna do his job for him and then some, I’ll bet! Squash that little cockroach like a bug!!!
DING! DING!
There’s not even so much as a moment’s notice before Pound Cake inexplicably charges against the ring and absolutely steam rolls over Deus with a flattening shoulder block!
CAT: That one had some stank on it!
PERCY: Definitely! Pound Cake is wasting no time taking the fight right to Deus!
With the masked figure down and before Deus can rise, Pound Cake runs up the turnbuckles and whips into the air landing a squashing moonsault onto the much smaller Deus!!!
CAT: HAHAH! VIGILANTE JUSTICE, PERCY!
With pure adrenaline and energy, Pound Cake wastes no time shifting her position on top of Deus and punching furiously down into the upperbody of the writhing Deus who’s obviously taken off guard by Pound Cake’s agility and unexpected speed!
PERCY: Pound Cake is absolutely laying into Deus right now, possibly, just like Cat said, doling out Johnny’s retribution for him.
CAT: Isn’t it great? It’s just a sign of Johnny’s wisdom, Percy. Why do the dirty work when he can send his Mexican equivalent to do all the dirty walk while he smokes a cigarette and watches from the back!
Pound Cake’s furious assault is capped off with a moment to catch her breath, straddling Deus, she’s caught off guard when Deus’ gloved hands grip the back of Lorie Beth’s head and pulls her forward viciously into a metallic clanging headbutt right off the mask forcing Pound Cake to drop backwards clutching her face in obvious pain.
CAT: Awwww….
PERCY: That mask is a lethal weapon! Did Theo Refano see it?
CAT: It’s Deus’ face, Percy. Everyone saw that happen, what are you going to do, make Deus remove his or her face in the interest of a fair fight?
PERCY: It would definitely eliminate some of the mystery, wouldn’t it?
CAT: What mystery, boyo? That’s Deus. Deus just headbutted Pound Cake. Problem solved. Want a cookie?
Pound Cake is on her knees clutching her nose as Deus rises, glaring at Pound Cake as if affronted by her offense, then Deus charges running a lifting knee right into Pound Cake’s chin that drops her onto her back. And then Deus lays a violently heavy soccer kick right into Pound Cake’s head that shifts her onto her side in pain!
PERCY: Vicious attacks by Deus, and I’m concerned that Johnny Raike may have made a mistake sending Pound Cake in there to square off against someone as lethal as that masked lunatic.
Deus forcibly grips Pound Cake by the hair and hauls her up only to be surprised by a flawless fireman’s carry that dumps Deus onto the canvas and gives Pound Cake a chance to rise off the canvas and recover her breath, clutching her nose.
CAT: Concerns noted, and dismissed, Percy. You DO realize that woman’s got heaps of ring experience, right Percy? You… HAVE done your research haven’t you?
PERCY: Har har, Cat.
CAT: Point is: don’t be fooled by the mask and creepy imagery, Percival, Deus is the one you should be concerned about in that ring right now.
Pound Cake grips the ropes, rolls her neck, checks her nose for blood, which there is none than angrily moves back into the fight as Deus is climbing to its feet. As Deus steps in, Pound Cake drops into a monkey flip that upends Deus over on its back in the canvas, as Pound Cake quickly kick flips up to her feet, greeted by a welcome pop from the crowd. Pound Cake momentarily welcomes it before moving to Deus and hefting the enigma up to a stand and promptly body slamming Deus right back down to the canvas, and once down, Pound Cake unleashes a series of soccer kicks of her own into Deus’ side that has the masked figure squirming to get away, and promptly finds a way out under the bottom ropes to the outside!
PERCY: Deus avoiding Pound Cake’s attacks there rather deftly.
CAT: Cowardly, you mean. After it’s all said and done, just like Johnny Raike said, Deus is, at best, a mid-rate talent with nothing but theatrics to make her, it, or him, or whatever relevant!
As Deus regroups on the outside, Pound Cake has a made several steps backward and hit a running head start and LEAPED over the ropes to a just turning around Deus and dropped a sudden cross-body block onto Deus that topples the masked figure to the outside amidst a raucous pop from the crowd!
PERCY: GOOD LORD! POUND CAKE CAN SURE FLY!
CAT: You’re surprised?! Am I the only one who has faith in Johnny Raike’s selection process? He went to Mexico, he found a talent, he brought that talent back to Purity, Louisiana, and now that talent is putting down this so-called monster before it can become anything substantial here in PAW!
1!
On the outside, the landing took as much out of Pound Cake as it did Deus, but slowly, after a moment of ensuring nothing’s broken or twisted, Pound Cake rises to a knee, acknowledging the approval of the nearby fans before dragging both she and Deus up to a stand.
2!
Before she can progress, Deus FLOORS her with a sudden DDT right down into the concrete!
PERCY: Painful reversal there!
3!
Deus struggles to stand, but finally makes it to its feet, grabbing Pound Cake by the arm and thrusting her up to her feet and giving very little prep time before whipping Pound Cake at the ring steps where she collides awfully across the metal and spills in a mess of steel steps onto the outside.
CAT: OUCH! Right into the ring steps!
PERCY: Definitely not a position Pound Cake expected to be in 2 minutes ago.
4!
Deus leans against the ring apron recovering as Pound Cake is down and seemingly out several feet away.
5!
PERCY: So far, fight fans, Deus has incrementally turned this into a legal hardcore match, utilizing the environment against his opponent.
CAT: ‘Her’. Her opponent, Percy.
PERCY: At this point does it really matter what’s behind that mask, Caitlyn?
Deus, sufficiently recovered, stalks around to the prone Pound Cake and grips her hair, aiming to heft her to a stand in a headlock and suddenly PLANTS Pound Cake down onto the ring steps in a bulldog!
6!
PERCY: Absolutely devastating! Deus is visciously capitalizing on every possible questionably legal implement here at ringside to devastate Pound Cake.
CAT: As much as a I hate it, Percy, it’s a sound strategy.
Deus stands and glares down at Pound Cake who struggles to gather her bearings.
7!
PERCY: Deus may take this to a count out!
CAT: Would that surprise you at this point, Percy?
Deus lets Pound Cake wallow momentarily before gripping her hair once more to drag her to her feet only to be surprised by a hard-struck gut punch that doubles Deus over.
8!
Pound Cake is clearly sore as she staggers to a stand and grips Deus and rolls the masked enigma into the ring to break the count. The energy expenditure staggers Cake towards the apron as she clutches her knee, her face swollen and red with a hint of a bloody lip forming after the steel steps shot and glares in the ring at the slowly rising figure of Deus before sliding in to be met by sudden downward stomps from Deus to keep Pound Cake from rising! Pound Cake struggles to shrug off the blows, making it to one knee and landing a strike of her own only to be halted by a painful-looking elbow strike to the back of the head from Deus.
PERCY: Those strikes from Deus look to pack a lot of power.
Deus takes a step back and sets up a roundhouse kick as Pound Cake is winded and wounded on one knee.
CAT: Enough power to suspend Pound Cake’s movement momentarily, but she’s still going. Raike didn’t pick a pushover, check out the brass balls on this chick rolling with every attempt at devastation Deus has attempted!
Deus spins into the kick only to be surprised by a sudden charge by Pound Cake before Deus can strike. Pound Cake slams into Deus’ back with enough force to lift the masked figure off its feet and down in a reverse spine buster!
PERCY: Punishing reversal by Pound Cake!
CAT: And she’s not done! She’s gotta make Johnny Raike proud!!
Pound Cake surely isn’t done. She forces Deus to a stand and sets the masked enigma running into the ropes. On the return Deus is met with a solid big boot right to the mask/face that downs Deus! On wobbly knees, Pound Cake drops an elbow into Deus and quickly hooks the leg for a cover!
1…
2..
PERCY: THR-KICKOUT!! Near fall by Pound Cake!
CAT: She was hoping for one, at least.
Pound Cake is noticeably flustered and in pain as she grits her teeth, grips Deus and hefts the figure up and SLAMS Deus back down into the ring with a sidewalk slam!
PERCY: And another cover by Pound Cake!
1…
2…
CAT: Another KICKOUT at three!!
PERCY: And another impressive near-fall! She might be new to PAW, but she’s making an impact here tonight against a Deus that is having trouble entirely solving Raike’s… what would you call her… apprentice?
CAT: Pupil?
PERCY: Stand-in?
CAT: If nothing else, I think it’s more appropriate at this point to call Pound Cake at least on par with Deus, that’s for sure!
Pound Cake slaps the canvas with gritted teeth and slides to her feet, still favoring her legs after being forced to charge into the ring steps, but manages to stand, forcing Deus up and irish whips Deus into the corner with full velocity!
PERCY: Powerful is Pound Cake!
CAT: Huzzah!
With some steps backward, Pound Cake charges at the corner and the propped up Deus and prepares a running splash only to find no one home as Deus slips out of the way in a split second before Pound Cake charges front first painfully into the turnbuckle!
PERCY: Damn! Pound Cake's consistently had Deus’ number, but consistently finds herself on receiving end of some bad luck when she aims to capitalize!
Deus staggers from the corner before recovering, glaring at Pound Cake and gripping her by the neck and the back of her skirt, doubling her over and turning her around before forcibly RAMMING Pound Cake’s shoulder in between the turnbuckles right into the corner post!
PERCY: Deus has displayed a canny use of natural implements to do all the damage here, and Pound Cake is definitely in a bad way, doubled over in the corner like that.
Deus takes a step back and thrusts a hard-hitting kick right into the presented Pound Cake behind forcing her to butt painfully shoulder-first into the corner. Then repeats! The kicks coming fast and hard before Deus reorients Pound Cake once more with a dizzying spin before Irish whipping Pound Cake into the opposite corner where Pound Cake smashes into the turnbuckle with force and bounces out in stunned pain. Deus wastes no time charging in at the stunned Pound Cake and slamming a sudden stop elbow right into Pound Cake’s spine that drops Cake to a knee in clear and obvious pain!
PERCY: While not overly showy, every single strike Deus has landed has done damage, Cat.
With Pound Cake down, Deus whips around into a spinning heel kick that strikes hard to the back of Pound Cake’s head and drops her to the canvas!
CAT: Devastating kick with, what are those steel toed boots, or something?!
PERCY: Deus has come prepared it would seem, Cat. I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if that entire outfit was in some way enhanced.
Deus viscerally kicks Pound Cake in the side numerous times to force her onto her back before straddling the prone woman and laying into her with vicious blows to the face.
CAT: And yet, Deus has failed to illustrate even the slightest hint of wrestling knowledge by comparison to a woman who came out here and beat that masked freak from pillar to post, what the hell are we even hyping here, Percy?
PERCY: A rather brutal street fighter named Deus it would seem…
Deus’ blows come hard and fast to Pound Cake who’s nose is bloodied, her lip bloodied and looking close to unconsciousness. Finally, after harried blows that rock Pound Cake, Deus rolls lazily into a half-assed cover. Theo Refano reluctantly slides in to count.
1….
2….
3!
PERCY: Despicable.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Here is your winner by pinfall... DEUS!
CAT: You got that right. Deus didn’t win that match. Deus turned a singles standard match into an impromptu hardcore match and then never let up.
PERCY: Like it or not, Deus responded to Pound Cake’s tremendous talent with… I guess tactics that got results.
Deus stumbles out of the ring to the floor, heading towards the back. The Enigma reaches the midway point when the fateful sound of ‘Stranglehold’ by Nugent hits over the PA System.
PERCY: OH…
CAT: SHIT….
Deus turns around just in time to see Press and Flaming Youth push past the curtain, power walking in the enigmas direction. The fans go nuts as Press picks up speed, slamming into the masked phenom with a vicious clothesline that sends Deus down hard to the steel flooring. From there, The BombTrax do what they do, and proceed to lay the boots to the Enigma on par with a street mugging.
PERCY: Good Lord, The BombTrax are beating the holy hell out of Deus!
CAT: Well, it’s not like that bastard didn’t ask for it. Deus called out The BombTrax, the entity claiming it wanted them to finish the job this time, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look like they are going to do it!
The duo cease their stomping, having kicked Deus all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. Press directs traffic, Youth snatch Deus up off the floor and tossing it inside the ring, while Press moves over to the steel steps and hefts the top portion clear off the base. Cake makes her way to the back, watching all of this in awe as the fans cheer on the promise of violence.
PERCY: This is not looking good….We need to get someone out here to stop this.
CAT: Sure, Percy. Why don’t you get in the ring and give them a good talking to.
Percy casts a pleading look at Cat, while Youth positions the steel steps in the center of the ring, the Big Man coming in over the top rope. Press reaches down and jerks Deus from the canvas, placing the enigma’s head between his legs before hoisting him/her up high into the air to sit on his chest. Youth quickly bounds to the ring apron, then springs up to the top with ease. They hold those poses for just a moment, a hush falling over the crowd as they watch in anticipation. Then, as if in slow motion, Youth springs from his perch, spinning in midair to catch Deus right in the face with a spin wheel kick, while at the same time Press thunders the enigma down across the steel steps. The impact is tremendous, as Deus writhes across the steel in clear agony.
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! THEY MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN DEUS IN HALF!
CAT: Well, if that didn’t do it, this will…
Press, obviously not satisfied, jerks the crumpled form of Deus off the steel steps, and puts the enigma in powerbomb position again. He easily lifts the masked phenom up onto his chest, and he turns with his cargo towards the ropes facing the steel ramp way. The buzz is mind numbing through the arena as he rushes forwards, stopping at the last second by use of the ropes, while his victim soars through the air. Deus impacts unnaturally, the upper portion and back of the head slamming against the steel Ramp, while the lower back and legs crack against the concrete floor.
PERCY: THAT SAME MOVE PUT CROSS RECOBA ON THE SHELF FOR NEARLY SEVEN MONTHS! Someone needs to get out here and stop this. Please. These two are going to kill him.
CAT: Or her.
PERCY: At this point, I don’t even care, Cat. There’s a human being inside of that mask, and it is being decimated by The BombTrax!
Press drops down out of the ring as Youth leans against the ropes watching, not really sure what more they could do to the enigma. Press looks around for a moment, gears obviously turning, and he makes a request of a fan at ringside. The fan, wearing a #TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall t-shirt, happily obliges by handing Press his seat. The big man takes the steel chair, and comes to stand over Deus, who has not moved, when security comes rushing down the ramp.
PERCY: Thank God! This has gone too far.
Press eyes the security that’s surrounded him, which makes him appear to be even more dangerous as he makes no indication he’s willing to relinquish his weapon. Youth joins him on the outside, and tries to ease the big man with a few words of caution, and that’s when he strikes. The steel chair comes high into the air, and he drives it down into the face of Deus, crushing the skull between the chair and the steel ramp. He manages to nail the enigma two more times before security descends upon him, engulfing him in a hulking mass of bodies. Youth manages to get away from the fray, and he skips back up to the top of the stage as EMT’s join the fray, quickly checking on Deus who has not moved.
PERCY: That…..I….I don’t have any words for it.
CAT: Awesome, maybe?
PERCY: You can’t be serious?
CAT: People, myself included, have run their mouth about Press and his championship reign, but he just put an exclamation point on what it is he’s willing to do to protect his business. Deus called The BombTrax out, and they just answered…big time. If I were the other participants in that Seven Deadly Sins match, I’d take note of what just happened her. These Mother Fucker’s are bad men, who just happen to get cheered.
PERCY: Even now, Deus is refusing to allow the EMT’s to remove it’s mask, but they are thankfully carting the enigma to the back as we speak. The BombTrax are now in the ring with a microphone, while security stands by on the outside.
Press stalks around the ring like a caged animal, adrenaline still pumping between his ears. He brings the microphone up to his lips as he finally comes to the center of the ring.
PRESS: You called us out, and we delivered. I know that was just one of many behind the mask, but that’s one less piece of shit that can claim themselves as Deus! You like to talk about your Legions, well bring them on. I’ve had to listen to Cross Recoba cry like a bitch. I’ve had to listen to Calvin Harris cry like a bitch. Before that it was CJ O’Donnell, Hungry Jack, and Stevie Harris. I’m finished listening to you cunts bitch and cry just because when you step into the ring with the likes of us you can’t get the job done.
Press pauses, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he continues.
PRESS: At Seven Deadly Sins my back’s already against a wall, and the likelihood of me walking out still carrying the PAW Heavyweight Championships is negligible, but until then, I can do one last thing to make sure that the only people I have to deal with is the six other competitors in the ring. So Deus, I know you’re back there listening. I know that wasn’t your only incarnation. End this shit now! You want an answer to your challenge, then the answer is yes, and the next time WICKED is on the air you and I are going to settle this once and for all.
Press tosses the mic to the ring tech, and then turns to stare out at the crowd who continue their chants and ovations. Youth claps, and then exits the ring, soon followed by the big man. The two of them make their way to the top of the stage before turning to make one final pose for the crowd before disappearing behind the curtain. The scene fades to commercial.
CAT: Deus. I said it right this time, didn’t I, Percy?
PERCY: Indeed you did, Cat. Obviously there’s some heat brewing between these two.
CAT: I still don’t think Raike should have blatantly called Deus out as he did, but, here we are and did you SEE Johnny earlier?
PERCY: Definitely not as together as we’re used to, but I think Raike is merely absolving himself of some demons.
CAT: Demons that Deus triggered in Raike, though!
PERCY: Raike has made it clear that Deus is no monster, Cat. Any frustrations Johnny Raike is experiencing is on account of not properly dealing with a situation like Deus, and, well, now he’s going to deal with it here tonight.
The opening dialogue of 'Barbie Girl' cracks onto the speakers. and inside the ring Richard Anderson presses his earpiece in tight to hear some information that creases his brow.
CAT: Barbie Girl?! By Aqua? I haven’t heard this in time, that’s not Raike’s music, though! What’s going on, Percy?
PERCY: I surely don’t know. Johnny Raike is as colorful as they come, perhaps, for one night only, he’s switched entrance themes….
The audience looks to the entrance to await the Hedonistic Hellcat. After the dialogue between “Barbie” and “Ken”, the recently signed figure of Pound Cake steps from the curtain into a double spot light.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Ladies and Gentleman at this time a substitution has been made. Making her way to the ring in place of Johnny Raike, hailing from Tupelo, Mississippi… introducing… POUNDDDDD CAKKKKKKKKE!
CAT: Pound Cake?! What the hell…?
Pound Cake gives a big 'whoop' as she strikes a power pose, and begins her power stride to the ring, giving high fives along the way.. Lorie pauses at the top of the ring stairs and gives a 'Let me hear ya, Purity, Louisiana!!'
PERCY: Definitely an odd development, Cat. But on the otherside of all the questions surrounding this substitution, we officially get our first look at one of Johnny’s personal discoveries in “Pound Cake”!
Pound Cake enters the ring and tests the ropes, waiting in her corner for the bell.
CAT: Don’t you want to at least find out where Johnny Raike is, Percy?
PERCY: Sure I do, Cat. But at the moment, we’re going to see what a fresh new talent can do in the ring against rather dangerous individual.
The arena goes dark. The synth strikes of “Child of the West” by Roni Size featuring B-Real kicks onto the speaker system while timed strobes of red light streak out into the crowd along with the music.
RICHARD ARMSTRONG: And… introducing from Parts Unknown…
With the pulses happening, it’s easy to see there’s no one standing at the top of the ramp. This goes on into the chorus of the song, the lights rising to reveal Deus standing nonchalantly in its ring corner. From across the ring, Pound Cake glares in the masked figure’s direction, looking ready to pound the enigma. Sufficiently disturbed, Richard finishes sheepishly…
RICHARD ARMSTRONG: …Deus….
PERCY: The ever difficult to quantify figure of Deus is in the ring, and Pound Cake looks literally ready to pulverize him.
CAT: Raike thinks that’s a her, Percy.
PERCY: That’s a very solid possibility, Cat, considering the past precedent. The height is definitely consistent with that hypothesis.
CAT: Regardless, Raike’s Pound Cake’s gonna do his job for him and then some, I’ll bet! Squash that little cockroach like a bug!!!
DING! DING!
There’s not even so much as a moment’s notice before Pound Cake inexplicably charges against the ring and absolutely steam rolls over Deus with a flattening shoulder block!
CAT: That one had some stank on it!
PERCY: Definitely! Pound Cake is wasting no time taking the fight right to Deus!
With the masked figure down and before Deus can rise, Pound Cake runs up the turnbuckles and whips into the air landing a squashing moonsault onto the much smaller Deus!!!
CAT: HAHAH! VIGILANTE JUSTICE, PERCY!
With pure adrenaline and energy, Pound Cake wastes no time shifting her position on top of Deus and punching furiously down into the upperbody of the writhing Deus who’s obviously taken off guard by Pound Cake’s agility and unexpected speed!
PERCY: Pound Cake is absolutely laying into Deus right now, possibly, just like Cat said, doling out Johnny’s retribution for him.
CAT: Isn’t it great? It’s just a sign of Johnny’s wisdom, Percy. Why do the dirty work when he can send his Mexican equivalent to do all the dirty walk while he smokes a cigarette and watches from the back!
Pound Cake’s furious assault is capped off with a moment to catch her breath, straddling Deus, she’s caught off guard when Deus’ gloved hands grip the back of Lorie Beth’s head and pulls her forward viciously into a metallic clanging headbutt right off the mask forcing Pound Cake to drop backwards clutching her face in obvious pain.
CAT: Awwww….
PERCY: That mask is a lethal weapon! Did Theo Refano see it?
CAT: It’s Deus’ face, Percy. Everyone saw that happen, what are you going to do, make Deus remove his or her face in the interest of a fair fight?
PERCY: It would definitely eliminate some of the mystery, wouldn’t it?
CAT: What mystery, boyo? That’s Deus. Deus just headbutted Pound Cake. Problem solved. Want a cookie?
Pound Cake is on her knees clutching her nose as Deus rises, glaring at Pound Cake as if affronted by her offense, then Deus charges running a lifting knee right into Pound Cake’s chin that drops her onto her back. And then Deus lays a violently heavy soccer kick right into Pound Cake’s head that shifts her onto her side in pain!
PERCY: Vicious attacks by Deus, and I’m concerned that Johnny Raike may have made a mistake sending Pound Cake in there to square off against someone as lethal as that masked lunatic.
Deus forcibly grips Pound Cake by the hair and hauls her up only to be surprised by a flawless fireman’s carry that dumps Deus onto the canvas and gives Pound Cake a chance to rise off the canvas and recover her breath, clutching her nose.
CAT: Concerns noted, and dismissed, Percy. You DO realize that woman’s got heaps of ring experience, right Percy? You… HAVE done your research haven’t you?
PERCY: Har har, Cat.
CAT: Point is: don’t be fooled by the mask and creepy imagery, Percival, Deus is the one you should be concerned about in that ring right now.
Pound Cake grips the ropes, rolls her neck, checks her nose for blood, which there is none than angrily moves back into the fight as Deus is climbing to its feet. As Deus steps in, Pound Cake drops into a monkey flip that upends Deus over on its back in the canvas, as Pound Cake quickly kick flips up to her feet, greeted by a welcome pop from the crowd. Pound Cake momentarily welcomes it before moving to Deus and hefting the enigma up to a stand and promptly body slamming Deus right back down to the canvas, and once down, Pound Cake unleashes a series of soccer kicks of her own into Deus’ side that has the masked figure squirming to get away, and promptly finds a way out under the bottom ropes to the outside!
PERCY: Deus avoiding Pound Cake’s attacks there rather deftly.
CAT: Cowardly, you mean. After it’s all said and done, just like Johnny Raike said, Deus is, at best, a mid-rate talent with nothing but theatrics to make her, it, or him, or whatever relevant!
As Deus regroups on the outside, Pound Cake has a made several steps backward and hit a running head start and LEAPED over the ropes to a just turning around Deus and dropped a sudden cross-body block onto Deus that topples the masked figure to the outside amidst a raucous pop from the crowd!
PERCY: GOOD LORD! POUND CAKE CAN SURE FLY!
CAT: You’re surprised?! Am I the only one who has faith in Johnny Raike’s selection process? He went to Mexico, he found a talent, he brought that talent back to Purity, Louisiana, and now that talent is putting down this so-called monster before it can become anything substantial here in PAW!
1!
On the outside, the landing took as much out of Pound Cake as it did Deus, but slowly, after a moment of ensuring nothing’s broken or twisted, Pound Cake rises to a knee, acknowledging the approval of the nearby fans before dragging both she and Deus up to a stand.
2!
Before she can progress, Deus FLOORS her with a sudden DDT right down into the concrete!
PERCY: Painful reversal there!
3!
Deus struggles to stand, but finally makes it to its feet, grabbing Pound Cake by the arm and thrusting her up to her feet and giving very little prep time before whipping Pound Cake at the ring steps where she collides awfully across the metal and spills in a mess of steel steps onto the outside.
CAT: OUCH! Right into the ring steps!
PERCY: Definitely not a position Pound Cake expected to be in 2 minutes ago.
4!
Deus leans against the ring apron recovering as Pound Cake is down and seemingly out several feet away.
5!
PERCY: So far, fight fans, Deus has incrementally turned this into a legal hardcore match, utilizing the environment against his opponent.
CAT: ‘Her’. Her opponent, Percy.
PERCY: At this point does it really matter what’s behind that mask, Caitlyn?
Deus, sufficiently recovered, stalks around to the prone Pound Cake and grips her hair, aiming to heft her to a stand in a headlock and suddenly PLANTS Pound Cake down onto the ring steps in a bulldog!
6!
PERCY: Absolutely devastating! Deus is visciously capitalizing on every possible questionably legal implement here at ringside to devastate Pound Cake.
CAT: As much as a I hate it, Percy, it’s a sound strategy.
Deus stands and glares down at Pound Cake who struggles to gather her bearings.
7!
PERCY: Deus may take this to a count out!
CAT: Would that surprise you at this point, Percy?
Deus lets Pound Cake wallow momentarily before gripping her hair once more to drag her to her feet only to be surprised by a hard-struck gut punch that doubles Deus over.
8!
Pound Cake is clearly sore as she staggers to a stand and grips Deus and rolls the masked enigma into the ring to break the count. The energy expenditure staggers Cake towards the apron as she clutches her knee, her face swollen and red with a hint of a bloody lip forming after the steel steps shot and glares in the ring at the slowly rising figure of Deus before sliding in to be met by sudden downward stomps from Deus to keep Pound Cake from rising! Pound Cake struggles to shrug off the blows, making it to one knee and landing a strike of her own only to be halted by a painful-looking elbow strike to the back of the head from Deus.
PERCY: Those strikes from Deus look to pack a lot of power.
Deus takes a step back and sets up a roundhouse kick as Pound Cake is winded and wounded on one knee.
CAT: Enough power to suspend Pound Cake’s movement momentarily, but she’s still going. Raike didn’t pick a pushover, check out the brass balls on this chick rolling with every attempt at devastation Deus has attempted!
Deus spins into the kick only to be surprised by a sudden charge by Pound Cake before Deus can strike. Pound Cake slams into Deus’ back with enough force to lift the masked figure off its feet and down in a reverse spine buster!
PERCY: Punishing reversal by Pound Cake!
CAT: And she’s not done! She’s gotta make Johnny Raike proud!!
Pound Cake surely isn’t done. She forces Deus to a stand and sets the masked enigma running into the ropes. On the return Deus is met with a solid big boot right to the mask/face that downs Deus! On wobbly knees, Pound Cake drops an elbow into Deus and quickly hooks the leg for a cover!
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PERCY: THR-KICKOUT!! Near fall by Pound Cake!
CAT: She was hoping for one, at least.
Pound Cake is noticeably flustered and in pain as she grits her teeth, grips Deus and hefts the figure up and SLAMS Deus back down into the ring with a sidewalk slam!
PERCY: And another cover by Pound Cake!
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CAT: Another KICKOUT at three!!
PERCY: And another impressive near-fall! She might be new to PAW, but she’s making an impact here tonight against a Deus that is having trouble entirely solving Raike’s… what would you call her… apprentice?
CAT: Pupil?
PERCY: Stand-in?
CAT: If nothing else, I think it’s more appropriate at this point to call Pound Cake at least on par with Deus, that’s for sure!
Pound Cake slaps the canvas with gritted teeth and slides to her feet, still favoring her legs after being forced to charge into the ring steps, but manages to stand, forcing Deus up and irish whips Deus into the corner with full velocity!
PERCY: Powerful is Pound Cake!
CAT: Huzzah!
With some steps backward, Pound Cake charges at the corner and the propped up Deus and prepares a running splash only to find no one home as Deus slips out of the way in a split second before Pound Cake charges front first painfully into the turnbuckle!
PERCY: Damn! Pound Cake's consistently had Deus’ number, but consistently finds herself on receiving end of some bad luck when she aims to capitalize!
Deus staggers from the corner before recovering, glaring at Pound Cake and gripping her by the neck and the back of her skirt, doubling her over and turning her around before forcibly RAMMING Pound Cake’s shoulder in between the turnbuckles right into the corner post!
PERCY: Deus has displayed a canny use of natural implements to do all the damage here, and Pound Cake is definitely in a bad way, doubled over in the corner like that.
Deus takes a step back and thrusts a hard-hitting kick right into the presented Pound Cake behind forcing her to butt painfully shoulder-first into the corner. Then repeats! The kicks coming fast and hard before Deus reorients Pound Cake once more with a dizzying spin before Irish whipping Pound Cake into the opposite corner where Pound Cake smashes into the turnbuckle with force and bounces out in stunned pain. Deus wastes no time charging in at the stunned Pound Cake and slamming a sudden stop elbow right into Pound Cake’s spine that drops Cake to a knee in clear and obvious pain!
PERCY: While not overly showy, every single strike Deus has landed has done damage, Cat.
With Pound Cake down, Deus whips around into a spinning heel kick that strikes hard to the back of Pound Cake’s head and drops her to the canvas!
CAT: Devastating kick with, what are those steel toed boots, or something?!
PERCY: Deus has come prepared it would seem, Cat. I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if that entire outfit was in some way enhanced.
Deus viscerally kicks Pound Cake in the side numerous times to force her onto her back before straddling the prone woman and laying into her with vicious blows to the face.
CAT: And yet, Deus has failed to illustrate even the slightest hint of wrestling knowledge by comparison to a woman who came out here and beat that masked freak from pillar to post, what the hell are we even hyping here, Percy?
PERCY: A rather brutal street fighter named Deus it would seem…
Deus’ blows come hard and fast to Pound Cake who’s nose is bloodied, her lip bloodied and looking close to unconsciousness. Finally, after harried blows that rock Pound Cake, Deus rolls lazily into a half-assed cover. Theo Refano reluctantly slides in to count.
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3!
PERCY: Despicable.
RICHARD ANDERSON: Here is your winner by pinfall... DEUS!
CAT: You got that right. Deus didn’t win that match. Deus turned a singles standard match into an impromptu hardcore match and then never let up.
PERCY: Like it or not, Deus responded to Pound Cake’s tremendous talent with… I guess tactics that got results.
Deus stumbles out of the ring to the floor, heading towards the back. The Enigma reaches the midway point when the fateful sound of ‘Stranglehold’ by Nugent hits over the PA System.
PERCY: OH…
CAT: SHIT….
Deus turns around just in time to see Press and Flaming Youth push past the curtain, power walking in the enigmas direction. The fans go nuts as Press picks up speed, slamming into the masked phenom with a vicious clothesline that sends Deus down hard to the steel flooring. From there, The BombTrax do what they do, and proceed to lay the boots to the Enigma on par with a street mugging.
PERCY: Good Lord, The BombTrax are beating the holy hell out of Deus!
CAT: Well, it’s not like that bastard didn’t ask for it. Deus called out The BombTrax, the entity claiming it wanted them to finish the job this time, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look like they are going to do it!
The duo cease their stomping, having kicked Deus all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. Press directs traffic, Youth snatch Deus up off the floor and tossing it inside the ring, while Press moves over to the steel steps and hefts the top portion clear off the base. Cake makes her way to the back, watching all of this in awe as the fans cheer on the promise of violence.
PERCY: This is not looking good….We need to get someone out here to stop this.
CAT: Sure, Percy. Why don’t you get in the ring and give them a good talking to.
Percy casts a pleading look at Cat, while Youth positions the steel steps in the center of the ring, the Big Man coming in over the top rope. Press reaches down and jerks Deus from the canvas, placing the enigma’s head between his legs before hoisting him/her up high into the air to sit on his chest. Youth quickly bounds to the ring apron, then springs up to the top with ease. They hold those poses for just a moment, a hush falling over the crowd as they watch in anticipation. Then, as if in slow motion, Youth springs from his perch, spinning in midair to catch Deus right in the face with a spin wheel kick, while at the same time Press thunders the enigma down across the steel steps. The impact is tremendous, as Deus writhes across the steel in clear agony.
PERCY: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! THEY MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN DEUS IN HALF!
CAT: Well, if that didn’t do it, this will…
Press, obviously not satisfied, jerks the crumpled form of Deus off the steel steps, and puts the enigma in powerbomb position again. He easily lifts the masked phenom up onto his chest, and he turns with his cargo towards the ropes facing the steel ramp way. The buzz is mind numbing through the arena as he rushes forwards, stopping at the last second by use of the ropes, while his victim soars through the air. Deus impacts unnaturally, the upper portion and back of the head slamming against the steel Ramp, while the lower back and legs crack against the concrete floor.
PERCY: THAT SAME MOVE PUT CROSS RECOBA ON THE SHELF FOR NEARLY SEVEN MONTHS! Someone needs to get out here and stop this. Please. These two are going to kill him.
CAT: Or her.
PERCY: At this point, I don’t even care, Cat. There’s a human being inside of that mask, and it is being decimated by The BombTrax!
Press drops down out of the ring as Youth leans against the ropes watching, not really sure what more they could do to the enigma. Press looks around for a moment, gears obviously turning, and he makes a request of a fan at ringside. The fan, wearing a #TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall t-shirt, happily obliges by handing Press his seat. The big man takes the steel chair, and comes to stand over Deus, who has not moved, when security comes rushing down the ramp.
PERCY: Thank God! This has gone too far.
Press eyes the security that’s surrounded him, which makes him appear to be even more dangerous as he makes no indication he’s willing to relinquish his weapon. Youth joins him on the outside, and tries to ease the big man with a few words of caution, and that’s when he strikes. The steel chair comes high into the air, and he drives it down into the face of Deus, crushing the skull between the chair and the steel ramp. He manages to nail the enigma two more times before security descends upon him, engulfing him in a hulking mass of bodies. Youth manages to get away from the fray, and he skips back up to the top of the stage as EMT’s join the fray, quickly checking on Deus who has not moved.
PERCY: That…..I….I don’t have any words for it.
CAT: Awesome, maybe?
PERCY: You can’t be serious?
CAT: People, myself included, have run their mouth about Press and his championship reign, but he just put an exclamation point on what it is he’s willing to do to protect his business. Deus called The BombTrax out, and they just answered…big time. If I were the other participants in that Seven Deadly Sins match, I’d take note of what just happened her. These Mother Fucker’s are bad men, who just happen to get cheered.
PERCY: Even now, Deus is refusing to allow the EMT’s to remove it’s mask, but they are thankfully carting the enigma to the back as we speak. The BombTrax are now in the ring with a microphone, while security stands by on the outside.
Press stalks around the ring like a caged animal, adrenaline still pumping between his ears. He brings the microphone up to his lips as he finally comes to the center of the ring.
PRESS: You called us out, and we delivered. I know that was just one of many behind the mask, but that’s one less piece of shit that can claim themselves as Deus! You like to talk about your Legions, well bring them on. I’ve had to listen to Cross Recoba cry like a bitch. I’ve had to listen to Calvin Harris cry like a bitch. Before that it was CJ O’Donnell, Hungry Jack, and Stevie Harris. I’m finished listening to you cunts bitch and cry just because when you step into the ring with the likes of us you can’t get the job done.
Press pauses, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he continues.
PRESS: At Seven Deadly Sins my back’s already against a wall, and the likelihood of me walking out still carrying the PAW Heavyweight Championships is negligible, but until then, I can do one last thing to make sure that the only people I have to deal with is the six other competitors in the ring. So Deus, I know you’re back there listening. I know that wasn’t your only incarnation. End this shit now! You want an answer to your challenge, then the answer is yes, and the next time WICKED is on the air you and I are going to settle this once and for all.
Press tosses the mic to the ring tech, and then turns to stare out at the crowd who continue their chants and ovations. Youth claps, and then exits the ring, soon followed by the big man. The two of them make their way to the top of the stage before turning to make one final pose for the crowd before disappearing behind the curtain. The scene fades to commercial.