Tracks/Wolfie/Jerry Poopyhead

[haven]

Jack Tracks, Wolverina, and Jerry Nate all stand in the ring at different turnbuckles. They each cast paranoid looks at one another until finally the bell rings to commence Jerry Nate's ass kicking.

TBCB Jerry or Jack

[Psychotic Circus]

-Jerry Nate wasted little time as he charged the Speed Freak once the bell tolled to start the match. Jacky Boy was caught off guard as Jerry came up, dropping elbows into his chest to cut the taller man down.-

"An odd choice. The KOTDM champion has decided to beat on our Television Champion instead of Wolverina at the start to tonight's main event."

"He has nothing to prove to Haven. She knows he can beat her down in a heart beat when it's one on one. So why not go for the honest threat to him in this match?"

"That little girl right there can take on the best of them!"

"Yeah, and my sandwiches will make themselves..."

-Tracks has taken a knee during the announcer's usual bickering, but Wolverina wasn't about to let Jerry have all the fun. The Christian Cutey turned the Red Hot Redneck around much to Jerry's surprise, driving the sole of her boot into the Satisfying Ones liquor compartment. Jerry fumbled backwards, flipping over Jack's back and landing in a compact package under the second turnbuckle. The speed freak saw his opportunity to strike, raising up with his arm stuck out and using his girth to strike out at Wolverina's neck to force her to buckle under the pressure and drive her smaller frame to the mat. She laid there for a few moments and groaned out at the unpleasant feelings working their way through her nervous system. Jack wasn't about to lose his opportunity at an easy win, he grunted and rolled Jaggeroth's personal escort onto her stomach and leveraged himself across her lower back. He smiled as he slapped his chest twice before reaching down and grabbing her arms and quickly bending her upper half up with her dainty limbs locked behind his bent knees.-

"Jack Tracks has never respected the piece of shit, Wolverina. First he put her in DEE Camel Clutch, break her back, MAKE HER HUMBLE!"

"Will you please just shut UP!"

-The Satisfying One was pulling himself loose from the makeshift trap Wolfie had put him into earlier as she was screaming out for release, and he planned on giving it to her. The Shotgun Kid ran against the mat as he stood, jumping up in the air behind Jack and tucking his knees close to his chest while his body turned horizontally in mid flight. Tracks was still trying to bend Wolverina to his will until Jerry's feet drop drove his feet into Tracks' shoulders blades. The Speed Freak stood and walked froward with unsure footing from the blast as Jerry rose back up and Wolverina rolled away to re-cooperate against the bottom rope. The Satisfying One pleaded like a wild man behind Jack Tracks for the Speed Freak to turn around, his palms up and his fingers rustling around with a crazy itch for destruction to scratch. Jerry's hands reached out for Jack's body and forced him to turn around before Jerry dug down deep and lifted the Speed Freak up off the mat by Jack's hips. Wolverina watched on with a hand tweaking her neck as Jerry spooned backwards and fell onto his back, leaving Tracks to fall neck first against the top rope and sending him flying back to the mat in a twitching mess.-

"Jerry Nate hits an impressive stun gun maneuver on Jack Tracks! That could be a finish to any match!"

"He's not going for the finish anytime soon, his eyes just turned, and there's a helpless Christian Cutey on his radar. I hope he makes like a magician and pulls a rabbit out of her ass!"

"....what the fuck are you talking about?"

-The Satisfying One slowly crawled over to the wounded women, his eyes filled with something a little more angry than his usual lust for flesh as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the middle of the ring. He stood with her legs spread in the air, like how god intended, and looked around as the crowd cheered on before driving his boot into her gut as retaliation for earlier. He growled as he quickly scuffled to the floor and mounted her, his fists raised as a battle cry came out. The ref was busy looking over Jack as Wolverina took to the age long tactic of curling up in the fetal position and raising her arms as she cried out. Jerry's fist began to pummel and make contact with something, rage filled punch after punch rained down over top of the helpless cutey.-

"He..he's not even hitting her! He's punching the mat around her head!"

"Confucius say: Mind games are best played when under pressure."

-Wolverina looked up in a panic as she heard the fist connecting with something, but not being followed by a blinding pain as Jerry huffed and puffed above her. He grinned a bit and looked over to Tracks before turning back to her with a jingling of eyebrow movement. Wolverina was about to lift her knee up into Jerry's crotch in frustration but was beaten to the punch, The Shotgun Kid snorted a bit and blew a chunky mist of black spray into her eyes. Jerry got up and rolled out of the ring as the stinging snuff took effect, lashing and burning Wolverina's helpless eyes.-

"Where does he think he's going!?"

"He's the death match champion. He goes where he pleases."

-Jerry Nate had grabbed his title and dangled it over his shoulder along with a mic.-

"It would have been just that easy! If I wasn't a proper gentleman, you'd be bleeding and breathing the powder your teeth would of been pounded into. I've got nothing to prove to the lowly television champion, or some trumped up hussy. You got a taste, but if you wanna bust off a chunk, then you know where to cash your ticket in come Blood Runs Cold. Hardcore Heaven awaits you....Pick up your pity win, Sweetie. Cause you ain't getting another one from me..."

-Jerry threw down the mic at the foot of the ramp before he turned and started to walk up it to leave both of his opponents rolling around in the ring, hurt and easy pickings for the other.-

"He can't just walk out of the match like this! We have a time slot to fill!"

"Oh, go get laid or something! Two shotgun punches at max, and this thing would of been in the bag for him..."

TBCB: Wolfie or Tracks.

[haven]

Through stinging eyes Haven rises and falls toward the ropes, using them to prop herself up. The Cutie Pie's voice rings out loud toward her departing aggressor, her volume not needing a mic for all to hear.

Wolverina: Cory Smoot was a cunt, and only bitches spit Copenhagen!

You could hear a pin drop.

Fuzz: Uh oh! Oh no!
Big Al: Them are fighting words, Fuzz! Haven's popped off at the mouth one too many times now!

Jerry turns around to face her, his eyes burning with unyielding fury. Anger is written in every line of his body as he fast foots it back to the squared hell, speaking in cursive, his native tongue, the entire way. Inside the ring, Wolfie takes a big gulp, realizing in her angry haste she'd spoken herself into a death warrant. As Nate slides into the ring Haven wisely slides out. Jerry follows suit, and the old "bear chasing the rabbit" routine ensues, almost comically. Round and round the ring they go, until Wolverina slides back in and speeds toward the other side, bypassing the now vertical Jack Tracks. Coming in a few seconds later, Jerry is too fixated on the Cutest of the Cute, and doesn't see the Flying Forearm Smash that connects to the side of his brain-case. He crumbles to the mat and is swiftly pinned and cradled up by the Speed Freak.

One...
Two...
Thr--awwww!

Wolfie saves the day by kicking Jack off him.

The lanky grappler stands up and points at the woman who had robbed him, threatening her with violence. Instead of firing back, though, the People's Princess puts on the suit of diplomacy and offers herself into an alliance with him, in order to do-away with Jerry Nate so that they may settle their friendly feud one on one. Jack eyes her suspiciously at first, but surprisingly accepts and begins stomping a mud hole in Nate. Haven joins in and walks Jerry dry, the two seeming to enjoy their gang style beat down on the man who can only satisfy a blow up doll, not a real woman.

To add to their onslaught, the pair yank him up and whip him into the far ropes, and upon his rebound they leap high into the air and smash him in the face with two Drop Kicks of utmost terseness. Against a double tough dude like Jerry, that won't do though. More must be done and they know it. Pulling him up again, they repeat the Irish Whip into the ropes, but this time they leap into him and wrangle him at the neck with extended limbs, issuing dual Lariats that would make Stan Hansen green with envy. If Jerry actually had teeth in his repulsive mouth they'd fly out, but only spit and brown stuff are seen leaving his lips before he hits the mat. And for the most part the crowd loves it.

Fuzz: They're working brilliantly as a team in there. Woe to the tag division if these two crowd favorites ever decide to tag regularly. Jerry is getting his ass handed to him in there. We're not used to seeing that.
Big Al: Wolfie and Tracks know full well they can not possibly win against Jerry Nate one on one, he's proved it in this match already. It will take a joint effort. They're not stupid, Colin.

With the Satisfying One reeling, Haven beats Jack to the well of betrayal, but instead of drawing water she draws up her leg and thrusts it out with maddening force. The sole of her boot lands flush with Tracks's chin, causing his body to stiffen up before going completely limp. The Indianan's frame falls back, but he is too close to the ropes. Wolfie lunges toward him with outstretched hands in a bid to keep him inside the confines of the ring, but he tumbles through the top and middle and plops to the outside, his inertia inert. It was a good tactic, but as fate would have it she would not reap the rewards.

The Queen of Narnia briefly takes out her frustrations on the bottom rope, but soon turns around as if stricken with a bout of paranoia. She can breath easy though, for her antagonist is still supine on the mat. In a instant, his antics earlier revisits her mind, sending her into "beast mode" as Jake Miller would sing about. She mounts him, screaming and hurling insults as well as fists down at him. Unlike him, she actually connects time and time again, no mental games to play. She continues to rape his face with her fists with the same vigor as Jaggeroth raped her treasure lands with the demon betwixt his legs, until the ring official himself pries her off him. Miss Cassady shoves him away, risking a disqualification, and once again mounts Jerry Nate.

This time, however, Nate grabs onto her hips as she lites his face ablaze with punches. The crazy bastard begins laughing and begging for more as he uses his control of her hips to literally make her ride him in a very, VERY sexually suggestive way. Embarrassed by all of this, Haven halts her assault and begins trying to get free, only to be hurled away by the strong-as-an-ox corn fed Nebraskan. She makes it to her feet first and speeds back toward him, leaping at him full pace with a Lou Thesz Press, but he doesn't fall down. Nate uses her own momentum against her and turns 180 degrees in the air and drives her down, spine first, onto the mat, sandwiching her between the canvas and his burly body.

Fuzz: What a counter by Jerry Nate. That Spine Buster has rendered Wolfie virtually lifeless in there. This match is three seconds away from over, guaranteed.
Big Al: I expected nothing less from Jerry Nate, especially after Haven's little disrespect shown earlier. He squashed the Gorgeous Graceling like a grape. It's all over but the crying now, and I bet she's gonna cry a river we could swim in.

Jerry rests upon her as the ref theatrically slides into position. It would be an easy three, but Jerry rolls off of her at 2 and 99/100, shaking his head and finger "no no no, not just yet". She had besmirched the great Cory Smoot and Copenhagen, two things that you JUST DON'T DO!!!! Jerry stands up and backs against the ropes, winding up his arm and balling his fist, letting it be clear he's moments away from Shot Gun Punching her into oblivion. It seems like forever and a day before the Christian Cutie gets to her vertical base, but once she does Jerry thunders toward her with fist cocked back.

Out of nowhere, though, Jack Tracks appears atop the upper ring rope behind Haven, and uses it to springboard into the ring. The Pedal Pusher soars magnificently through the air in a slow forward flip, and snatches Nate about the head and neck before gravity pulls them down in a snapping motion. The innovative Neck Breaker/Cutter sends the fans into a cheering frenzy. Utilizing his second wind to the max, he swiftly engages Wolverina, and hefts her atop his shoulders, with her looking down at the canvas helplessly. She tries to wiggle herself into liberation but Jack would have none of it and leaps into the air. As he falls sideways, he spikes Haven into the mat viciously, the back of her head and neck taking the brunt of it all. The maneuver is a success, leaving Wolfie limp and pinnable.

TBCB Jack

[Jack Tracks]

And a pin would probably do just fine after that variant Death Valley Driver-like maneuver, but Tracks seems to have something else in mind. While this match has a lot of personal animosity in it, he is not involved. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have something to prove. He crouches down and picks up Wolverina's arm, wrapping his own around it. He positions himself standing over her face-down body, and kneels one knee right onto the small of her back. His right arm reaches down and around her chin, before yanking back HARD and locking it with the other. He tilts back and gives a yell as the Black Flag is locked in already!

"And Jack Tracks takes a chance with ending this right now! The Black Flag is in play, and you can hear Wolverina screaming from here!"

"It's a nice sound, isn't it?"

"That's....not how I would describe it."

The Queen of GHW struggles beneath the brutal hold, using her free hand to try and claw at Tracks' eyes or hair. She gets a strand, but Tracks is able to pull his head away before she can get a solid grip. In response, Tracks pulls back again,screaming.

"TAP! TAAAAAP, you bitch!"

Although the hold is brutal, Wolverina resists the temptation to tap out, and tries to claw towards the ropes. An almost futile effort, it seems, as the positioning and weight difference make it nearly impossible to get even an inch. Things look bad, and Wolverina's hand raises up a bit...

"If this goes on any longer, this match will already be over! But you have to wonder. With that insane flying cutter, Jerry Nate had to have been out enough for a pin. Why do for the submission?"

"It's a completion thing, I think. He's already made Jerry Nate tap once, and last week he even made our GHW champion tap out. But he has yet to get that submission to finish Wolverina. His pride won't let that trophy escape."

It seems like Tracks will meet his goal, until his strength on the hold starts to cut. Behind him, the King of the Deathmatch was up to his knees, and had a nice handful of Tracks' hair. With the King of the Road in his grasp, Nate yanks good and hard, breaking Tracks' grip while getting to his feet. Pulling Tracks up with him, he turns around, and they both drop in a surprisingly well executed Neckbreaker. The Indianan holds on to the back of his neck, as he starts to get stomps rained down on him. Nate yells down at the TV Champ, good and loud.

"She's mine, motherfucker! I'm not letting you take this away from me!"

Tracks is no small man, but Nate is one big,pissed-off guy, and that makes him very strong. He hefts Tracks up by the hair,nearly throwing him up from the ground. Tracks is still a bit disoriented from the neckbreaker. The King of the Deathmatch shoves Tracks' head between his legs, and drops a few solid punches to keep him there. A point to the outside betrays his intention. And it spells nothing but trouble. The larger Nate wraps his arms around his preys waist, and in a single jerk, brings the TV champion up to a powerbomb position. Knowing he can't wait too much \longer, Jerry Nate runs forward with the King of the Road on his shoulders. As soon as he hits the edge of the ring, Nate hurls him forward and down, sending Tracks on a brutal ride down and out! It's a long,but sudden drop, and the TV Champion's head and neck smack with a brutal sound against the outside.

"Oh god, did you hear that?! Someone check, I think Tracks might've lost some grey matter on that one!"

Jack's body lays motionless after that awful impact, and Jerry adds insult to injury with a nice, solid loogie. A sneer crosses the King of the Deathmatch's face, before promptly turning into a grimace of surprised pain! Behind him, Wolverine had recovered, and given Nate a nice little thank you for helping her out of the Black Flag. A balled-up fist right between the legs. Nate loses what momentum he had building up in a flash, and stumbles against the ropes. The recovered, but somewhat noticeably smarting Wolverina fights through the soreness of the match up until now, and grabs one of Nate's arm. She drapes it over her shoulder and locks her hands between Nate's legs. She musters what strength she can, using those impressive legs of hers as a base and hefts Nate up and over, hurling herself backwards in order to drive Nate's head into the mat.

"What a suplex from Wolverina! It looks like she was able to recover her strength after that assault earlier!"

"...was that the Teardrop? I haven't seen one of those in years!"

[Psychotic Circus]

(i like you jack, but you're in the middle of a war between spited lovers.)

[haven]

Let him post, Jag. If you don't, then you're forever cut off from my promise land.

[Psychotic Circus]

BUT BUT! I'm coming home Wednesday! I don't know if I'll have a chance!