Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 17:07:40 GMT
PERCY: We're scheduled for match number two here tonight, and I'm looking forward to it.
CAT: Yeah, that acrobatic misfit is taking on a country legend. Should be interesting.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission....
"Guitars and Cadillac's" by Dwight Yokam hits over the PA System and the Alabama crowd begins cat calling and clapping enthusiastically as 'Country Fine' James Radford moves past the curtain into a circle of flashing lights. He's wearing a pair of jeans with a large belt buckle, a black leather vest with a logo that reads 'Radford Boys' in the center of a guitar on the back, and a tan Stetson hat with a band around it that contains a feather poking out the back. James regards the crowd with a charming smile as he tips his hat, and starts his way down to the ring.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 256 pounds, and hailing from Jackson, Mississippi....representing the Enhancement Talent, 'Country Fine', JAMES RADFORD!
James does a little dosy-doe spin at the mention of his name as he comes to the end of the ramp, and leaps up onto the ring apron. He protects his had as he enters the ring, and then throws both hands out at his sides with a wide grin. He slips the hat off his head, and places it on the far ring post, and waits in that corner for his opponent.
PERCY: This is the first time that one of the Enhancement Talent has actually had a ring entrance, which signifies that James Radford might just be moving up in the world around these parts...ye hear?
CAT: What the hell? Trust me, Percy, you don't need anything else to hamper your popularity.
PERCY: Whatever do you mean?
CAT: Leave the hillbilly speak to these hooligans, and you just be your poindexter self.
Percy doesn't get a chance at rebuttle before 'Stranglehold' by Nugent hits over the PA System. The lights around the entrance begin to flash red and gold, and suddenly a huge burst of flame pops up, and as soon as they die out Flaming Youth is at it's center. The fans come to their feet as he bounces from one end of the stage to the other to take in the Purity crowd, egging them on. Finally, after having enough fun, he starts to bebop down to the ring dancing along to his music much to their delight.
REBKAH ANDERSON: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, representing The BombTrax, he is 'The Innovative Aviator', FLAMING YOUTH!!
Youth waits for one of the guitar breakdowns to headbang with the front row by the steel steps before suddenly turning and scaling them, then the turnbuckle, until he's on the top rope with his hands high above his head. He holds the pose for only a second before hopping down inside the ring, and strutting around the ring to catch a glimpse of all in attendance. He calls out at the crowd at different points before finally falling back into the corner opposite Radford, and staring across at him with a grin.
PERCY: Well, Youth is out here with his usual exuberance, and he looks to be on top of the world.
CAT: Easy to do when you've got the PAW Heavyweight Champion on your side, especially with what they did to Deus recently.
PERCY: Yes, let's not relive that, shall we.
The-Ref calls for the bell and signals that the match is a go, but as James Radford steps out to the center of the ring, Youth remains casually posted up against his corner. Radford shrugs his shoulders, conferring with The-Ref, and then motioning to Youth to come out and meet him. Youth sighs, rolls his eyes, and then gives the crowd a wink, before barreling straight out of the corner like a flash. Radford turns to his side to try and bear the brunt of this attack, and catches Youth, lifting him into a tilt-a-whirl. Unfortunately for Radford, this is exactly where Youth wanted to be, hooking him around the head with his legs and taking him down to the mat with a leg scissors take over. Radford is quick to pop up, and rushes back in on Youth, who leaps straight up into the air, and takes James right back over with a hurricanarana. James skids across the mat, and hasn't even come to a stop before Youth is on the move. The High Flyer leaps right up and over the top rope to the ring apron, follows it to where he's closer to the recovering Radford, and then leaps up to the top, spring boarding off with a side kick that sends Radford spinning back around to land across the middle ropes chest first.
PERCY: Good lord, the action is fast and furious out of the gate thanks to Youth, and Radford is finding out that he might need to readjust whatever strategy he had coming out here if he wants to nail this guy down.
CAT: Hell, that's what it would take to keep him still. Literally nailing him down to the canvas!
PERCY: Youth already measuring to see what he want's to do, and he hits off the ropes across from where Radford's just laying across that middle rope, and LEAPS CLEAR UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE, BRINGING BOTH FEET DOWN INTO A STOMP ACROSS THE BACK OF RADFORD'S HEAD! JESUS CHRIST!
CAT: What's fucking ridiculous about that, is the guy landed on his feet at ringside.
The crowd goes absolutely berserk as Youth takes the time to slap a few hands before returning back to the ring, where Radford his simutaniously holding the back of his head, and his throat where the sudden down thrust had choked him on the middle rope. Youth slides over and drops for a pin.
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2...
THRE-KICK OUT! Youth looks a little surprised, but unperturbed, as he gets off of Radford, and lifts him off the mat so that he can push him into the far ropes. He whips Country Fine to the opposite side, and steps out to the center to meet him with a back body drop. Radford avoids this, however, by swinging his knee up to catch Youth right in the face, snapping the man upright. James takes that opportunity to barrel forwards with a clothesline that sends Youth thundering to the mat. The HIgh Flyer is already on his way back up, but he's met with double ax handles down across his shoulders and back. The blows send him staggering over into a corner, where Radford follows him in, burying his shoulder into his midsection several times before stepping back only to rush back in with a back elbow smash. Youth slumps down in the corner, the wind obviously having been knocked out of him.
PERCY: Well, it's Radford's turn at bat here, and he is no slouch.
CAT: No, he really isn't, Percy. He's usually a fan favorite, but against the likes of Youth I figure this crowd is about to turn on him.
True to the prediction, the fans begin to boo as Radford yanks Youth out of the corner by a handful of hair, lifts his head up, and then burries a straight right hand right into the man's jaw. Youth slams down to the mat, shaking his head to get rid of the bells ringing in his head. Radford yanks Youth up off the mat, hooks him around the head, and then takes him over with a snap suplex. Radford floats over after impact, and hooks Youth's leg deep for a cover.
1...
2...
KICK OUT! Radford pops up and shakes his head, pointing down at his quarry, which brings on a new round of boos.
PERCY: Radford isn't going to win over this crowd, and he'd best not take his eyes of Youth for a second. They don't call him The Flash for nothing.
Youth moves to try and get to his feet, and Radford is there to help him, before reaching down and scooping him up only to slam him back down to the canvas with authority. He immediately falls back into the ropes, and when he comes back out he does a shimmy-and-shake little dance before delivering a beautiful rolling knee' drop. He quickly scrambles back over, screaming 'That's it' before making the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THR-KICK OUT! Radford calls that combo The Radford Jam, and it's certainly put Youth down on the mat. The Innovative Aviator has been grounded here by James Radford, which is exactly what he needs to do if he hopes for a victory.
CAT: You can't be serious, Percy. You don't really think this fool has a chance with a scoop slam and a knee drop, do you?
PERCY: I've seen stranger things, Cat. I mean....look at The French Mime Assassins.
CAT: Point taken.
Radford comes to his feet, and rubs his head, looking down at Youth as if he's uncertain what to do next to put the man away. He looks up at the crowd suddenly, nodding his head as he reaches down and helps the man back to his feet. He delivers a series of hard right hands into Youth's jaw, but never allows the man to fall, barely keeping him on his feet. He then points to the far corner, to which the fans boo him, and he whips The High Flyer hard in that direction. Youth makes a tremendous impact with the corner, pain etched on his face as he slumps, and James Radford falls into the corner opposite him. Country Fine brings both hands up to his mouth to form a cup, and howls out into the night. The fans boo, but he doesn't seem to notice, as he charges across the ring.
PERCY: I can't believe it....RADFORD'S GOING FOR THE CONFEDERATE RAILROAD! NO! Youth moved at the last second, and Radford just ate the top turnbuckle sternum first! He's stumbling back out of the corner, holding his midsection.....SLOW BURN BY YOUTH!
CAT: DAMN!
The patented Super Kick sends Radford tumbling back into the ropes, which spring him forwards, and a beleagured Youth sizes him up and nails him with another one for good measure. This time Radford hits the mat, and Youth falls across him back first, reaching down and tiredly pulling one of the man's knee's up by his pants leg.
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: Well, that one's over.
PERCY: Yeah, and it only took one botched Confederate Railroad, and two Slow Burns to do it. But seriously, you have to give Radford a lot of credit here. He was fighting an uphill battle from the start.
CAT: Yeah, I'll give the hillbilly his due. He did alright out here, that is until Youth got his head out of his ass and went to work.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: And the winner of this match, FLAMING YOUTH!
Youth gets to his feet, rubbing his jaw and touching the puffy place just under his cheek bone with a wince. When he drops his hand, however, he's wearing that trademark grin, and he hops up to the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner with his hands over his head. The fans pay him back in kind, hurling cheers in his direction, and even a few flashes from the ladies in the crowd. He laughs, pointing out ot them, their hands outstretched to meet his. Finally, he salutes them all, before exiting the ring and making his way to the back. He meets James Radford halfway up the ramp, and pats the man on the back, and the two shake hands before exiting through the curtain.
CAT: Yeah, that acrobatic misfit is taking on a country legend. Should be interesting.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall or submission....
"Guitars and Cadillac's" by Dwight Yokam hits over the PA System and the Alabama crowd begins cat calling and clapping enthusiastically as 'Country Fine' James Radford moves past the curtain into a circle of flashing lights. He's wearing a pair of jeans with a large belt buckle, a black leather vest with a logo that reads 'Radford Boys' in the center of a guitar on the back, and a tan Stetson hat with a band around it that contains a feather poking out the back. James regards the crowd with a charming smile as he tips his hat, and starts his way down to the ring.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: Introducing first, weighting in at 256 pounds, and hailing from Jackson, Mississippi....representing the Enhancement Talent, 'Country Fine', JAMES RADFORD!
James does a little dosy-doe spin at the mention of his name as he comes to the end of the ramp, and leaps up onto the ring apron. He protects his had as he enters the ring, and then throws both hands out at his sides with a wide grin. He slips the hat off his head, and places it on the far ring post, and waits in that corner for his opponent.
PERCY: This is the first time that one of the Enhancement Talent has actually had a ring entrance, which signifies that James Radford might just be moving up in the world around these parts...ye hear?
CAT: What the hell? Trust me, Percy, you don't need anything else to hamper your popularity.
PERCY: Whatever do you mean?
CAT: Leave the hillbilly speak to these hooligans, and you just be your poindexter self.
Percy doesn't get a chance at rebuttle before 'Stranglehold' by Nugent hits over the PA System. The lights around the entrance begin to flash red and gold, and suddenly a huge burst of flame pops up, and as soon as they die out Flaming Youth is at it's center. The fans come to their feet as he bounces from one end of the stage to the other to take in the Purity crowd, egging them on. Finally, after having enough fun, he starts to bebop down to the ring dancing along to his music much to their delight.
REBKAH ANDERSON: And introducing his opponent, weighting in at 195 pounds, and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, representing The BombTrax, he is 'The Innovative Aviator', FLAMING YOUTH!!
Youth waits for one of the guitar breakdowns to headbang with the front row by the steel steps before suddenly turning and scaling them, then the turnbuckle, until he's on the top rope with his hands high above his head. He holds the pose for only a second before hopping down inside the ring, and strutting around the ring to catch a glimpse of all in attendance. He calls out at the crowd at different points before finally falling back into the corner opposite Radford, and staring across at him with a grin.
PERCY: Well, Youth is out here with his usual exuberance, and he looks to be on top of the world.
CAT: Easy to do when you've got the PAW Heavyweight Champion on your side, especially with what they did to Deus recently.
PERCY: Yes, let's not relive that, shall we.
The-Ref calls for the bell and signals that the match is a go, but as James Radford steps out to the center of the ring, Youth remains casually posted up against his corner. Radford shrugs his shoulders, conferring with The-Ref, and then motioning to Youth to come out and meet him. Youth sighs, rolls his eyes, and then gives the crowd a wink, before barreling straight out of the corner like a flash. Radford turns to his side to try and bear the brunt of this attack, and catches Youth, lifting him into a tilt-a-whirl. Unfortunately for Radford, this is exactly where Youth wanted to be, hooking him around the head with his legs and taking him down to the mat with a leg scissors take over. Radford is quick to pop up, and rushes back in on Youth, who leaps straight up into the air, and takes James right back over with a hurricanarana. James skids across the mat, and hasn't even come to a stop before Youth is on the move. The High Flyer leaps right up and over the top rope to the ring apron, follows it to where he's closer to the recovering Radford, and then leaps up to the top, spring boarding off with a side kick that sends Radford spinning back around to land across the middle ropes chest first.
PERCY: Good lord, the action is fast and furious out of the gate thanks to Youth, and Radford is finding out that he might need to readjust whatever strategy he had coming out here if he wants to nail this guy down.
CAT: Hell, that's what it would take to keep him still. Literally nailing him down to the canvas!
PERCY: Youth already measuring to see what he want's to do, and he hits off the ropes across from where Radford's just laying across that middle rope, and LEAPS CLEAR UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE, BRINGING BOTH FEET DOWN INTO A STOMP ACROSS THE BACK OF RADFORD'S HEAD! JESUS CHRIST!
CAT: What's fucking ridiculous about that, is the guy landed on his feet at ringside.
The crowd goes absolutely berserk as Youth takes the time to slap a few hands before returning back to the ring, where Radford his simutaniously holding the back of his head, and his throat where the sudden down thrust had choked him on the middle rope. Youth slides over and drops for a pin.
1...
2...
THRE-KICK OUT! Youth looks a little surprised, but unperturbed, as he gets off of Radford, and lifts him off the mat so that he can push him into the far ropes. He whips Country Fine to the opposite side, and steps out to the center to meet him with a back body drop. Radford avoids this, however, by swinging his knee up to catch Youth right in the face, snapping the man upright. James takes that opportunity to barrel forwards with a clothesline that sends Youth thundering to the mat. The HIgh Flyer is already on his way back up, but he's met with double ax handles down across his shoulders and back. The blows send him staggering over into a corner, where Radford follows him in, burying his shoulder into his midsection several times before stepping back only to rush back in with a back elbow smash. Youth slumps down in the corner, the wind obviously having been knocked out of him.
PERCY: Well, it's Radford's turn at bat here, and he is no slouch.
CAT: No, he really isn't, Percy. He's usually a fan favorite, but against the likes of Youth I figure this crowd is about to turn on him.
True to the prediction, the fans begin to boo as Radford yanks Youth out of the corner by a handful of hair, lifts his head up, and then burries a straight right hand right into the man's jaw. Youth slams down to the mat, shaking his head to get rid of the bells ringing in his head. Radford yanks Youth up off the mat, hooks him around the head, and then takes him over with a snap suplex. Radford floats over after impact, and hooks Youth's leg deep for a cover.
1...
2...
KICK OUT! Radford pops up and shakes his head, pointing down at his quarry, which brings on a new round of boos.
PERCY: Radford isn't going to win over this crowd, and he'd best not take his eyes of Youth for a second. They don't call him The Flash for nothing.
Youth moves to try and get to his feet, and Radford is there to help him, before reaching down and scooping him up only to slam him back down to the canvas with authority. He immediately falls back into the ropes, and when he comes back out he does a shimmy-and-shake little dance before delivering a beautiful rolling knee' drop. He quickly scrambles back over, screaming 'That's it' before making the cover.
1...
2...
PERCY: THR-KICK OUT! Radford calls that combo The Radford Jam, and it's certainly put Youth down on the mat. The Innovative Aviator has been grounded here by James Radford, which is exactly what he needs to do if he hopes for a victory.
CAT: You can't be serious, Percy. You don't really think this fool has a chance with a scoop slam and a knee drop, do you?
PERCY: I've seen stranger things, Cat. I mean....look at The French Mime Assassins.
CAT: Point taken.
Radford comes to his feet, and rubs his head, looking down at Youth as if he's uncertain what to do next to put the man away. He looks up at the crowd suddenly, nodding his head as he reaches down and helps the man back to his feet. He delivers a series of hard right hands into Youth's jaw, but never allows the man to fall, barely keeping him on his feet. He then points to the far corner, to which the fans boo him, and he whips The High Flyer hard in that direction. Youth makes a tremendous impact with the corner, pain etched on his face as he slumps, and James Radford falls into the corner opposite him. Country Fine brings both hands up to his mouth to form a cup, and howls out into the night. The fans boo, but he doesn't seem to notice, as he charges across the ring.
PERCY: I can't believe it....RADFORD'S GOING FOR THE CONFEDERATE RAILROAD! NO! Youth moved at the last second, and Radford just ate the top turnbuckle sternum first! He's stumbling back out of the corner, holding his midsection.....SLOW BURN BY YOUTH!
CAT: DAMN!
The patented Super Kick sends Radford tumbling back into the ropes, which spring him forwards, and a beleagured Youth sizes him up and nails him with another one for good measure. This time Radford hits the mat, and Youth falls across him back first, reaching down and tiredly pulling one of the man's knee's up by his pants leg.
1...
2...
3!!!
CAT: Well, that one's over.
PERCY: Yeah, and it only took one botched Confederate Railroad, and two Slow Burns to do it. But seriously, you have to give Radford a lot of credit here. He was fighting an uphill battle from the start.
CAT: Yeah, I'll give the hillbilly his due. He did alright out here, that is until Youth got his head out of his ass and went to work.
REBEKAH ANDERSON: And the winner of this match, FLAMING YOUTH!
Youth gets to his feet, rubbing his jaw and touching the puffy place just under his cheek bone with a wince. When he drops his hand, however, he's wearing that trademark grin, and he hops up to the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner with his hands over his head. The fans pay him back in kind, hurling cheers in his direction, and even a few flashes from the ladies in the crowd. He laughs, pointing out ot them, their hands outstretched to meet his. Finally, he salutes them all, before exiting the ring and making his way to the back. He meets James Radford halfway up the ramp, and pats the man on the back, and the two shake hands before exiting through the curtain.