Jack Track beats the ever loving shit outtaKahlan.

[Nikki]

Kahlan is within the ring jogging in a corner awaiting the arrival of her opponent, sporting a Union Jack's wrestling singlet.


TBCB Jack Tracks

[Jack Tracks]

Not long after, the champion makes his way down to the ring, his title in hand. No company with him tonight. He's going solo for this one!

(EDIT: HAH! Well I'm sure Jaggy and Wolverina will approve, at least. But we'll see.)

[Jack Tracks]

The bell rings as both competitors are good and ready, as the Television Championship bout begins! The two competitors come out of their corners, two contrast in heights very obvious between the two of them as they make their way towards the center. But despite that gap in size, Kahlan doesn't seem worried. She's fought guys much bigger than Jack Tracks, after all. But all the same, a little caution from either side couldn't hurt, as the two start the match off surprisingly cautiously, circling one another slowly.

"And the match begins! You know, these two have met in the ring a few times by now, but I think this will be their first one-on-one encounter."

"I think you're right on that one. And it seems like each time they've met up, they've had their minds on somewhat different goals, be they personal or professional. But this time, there's only one thing to worry about, and that's the Television Title."

"And the winner's purse that comes with being the champion, don't forget."

After a bit of sizing up, Tracks seems satisfied. He breaks his gaze and quickly dashes to the ropes behind him. His rebound comes quick, but Kahlan crouches into position with a snap, ready to catch him. But Tracks puts the brakes on immediately, grabbing the top rope to instantly stop himself, a grin on his face. Kahlan shakes her head at falling for the fake-out, and the two approach each other again. They finally lock up, but it was clear that the size factor was indeed there. Jack pushes forward, using his height and weight to his advantage, and quickly presses Kahlan back into one of the corners. He pushes her up and back, causing her to arch against the buckle. Tracks isn't going to let her slip out of this, either, and places a forearm just under her chin. He rears back with his right arm, and shoots forward one of those nasty elbows of his, catching her right across the jaw.

"Ooh! An aggressive start from Jack Tracks. Not normally his M.O., however, to come like this out of the gate."

"I think he knows by now that Kahlan's willing to do ANYTHING to win a match. It looks like he's sending a message that he's willing, as well."

A few more blows hammer down, while Kahlan tries to cover up to soften the elbows a bit. To the side, the ref has been starting his count, but it seems they're not being heard. He decides to intervene directly, and pushes himself in between the two, forcing Tracks to let go and start backing up. But as the ref is busy moving into place, Kahlan sees her opening. A quick jab of her hand, and the TV Champion reels back with a shout, holding on to his right eye. The King of the Road spins in pain, leaving his back open, while Kahlan comes out of the corner with a grin on her face. The referee, having missing what happened while pushing the two away, notices something's odd. He goes over to check on Tracks, and the moment he's away, Kahlan goes on the attack. The challenger runs forward and swings a well-aimed foot right at the back of Jack Tracks' knee. The much taller competitor stumbles, his back arching to try to compensate for the weight distribution, but one more kick to the back of the leg is enough to knock him down to one knee. The sneaky counter got some nice boos from Tracks' supporters, to which Kahlan just responds with a smile and a kiss blown out to the crowd.

"A thumb to the eye shuts Tracks down as soon as he gets going! As dirty a trick as any, but I suppose it's to be expected from Kahlan at this point. She's never been one to have qualms with a little bit of dirty pool."

"She must've been studying her tapes. Played like an old pro, I'll tell you what."

Tracks tries to get back on his feet, using the rope nearest him for an assist. Kahlan watches, measuring up. As Tracks is just about to stand back up, Kahlan dashes to the ropes behind her, before coming back with a dropkick to the back of the leg. Tracks goes down like a shot, falling right on the back of his head, clutching his leg. The mischievous little minx slides under the bottom rope and forcefully snatches Tracks' leg away from him, quickly giving it a lift and a tug to smash the soft back against the edge of the apron. The pain makes the TV Champ snap up to a sitting position and try to grab at the ropes, but he's cut off by another tug like the first. He shouts in pain, but cuts his yell off quickly, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. Once more Kahlan goes for the slam, but Tracks is ready. Between the last two hits, he'd snuck his other leg between the ropes, and is good and lined up. Before she can bring his leg down a third time, a big boot crashes against Kahlan's jaw, stopping her in mid-motion. She clearly wasn't prepared for the hit and is momentarily stunned. Then another kick. And another. The third one is strong enough to send her flying back to the barricade, holding her jaw with both hands.

"That last one looked like a son of a bitch. If he'd kicked a little bit lower, I bet he could've caught her right on the button."

"Well I don't think he was aiming for the knockout on that one. But it definitely looks like it will buy the champion a bit of time. Hopefully he'll know how to make the most of it."

Back in the ring, Tracks had scooted back into the center, rubbing his knee to try and dull some of the pain. Fortunately, the attack hadn't been going on for too long just yet, so he's able to gather enough strength to stand back up. And just in time, too. As Tracks stands on essentially one leg, Kahlan had rushed back into the ring, looking quite a bit more pissed that he got away. She hits the ropes after she's back in the ring, and dashes right for the champion. He's ready for her this time, though. His long arms reach forward as he hops towards the challenger, cutting her stride off early. With her arms trapped in the bearhug position, Tracks uses all the strength he can muster on one leg, lifts the challenger up, and with a twist in the air, sends her crashing back down with a HUGE belly-to-belly suplex! His opponent down, Tracks goes for the pin.

"1!

2!"

The pin is broken as Kahlan kicks out, rolling a bit away, shaking the cobwebs out from the suplex. While she recovers, so does the champion, hopping forward to try and press his advantage. And hopefully give his leg time to recover by not allowing her to attack it again.

[Nikki]

Tracks grabs Kahlan by the hair and hurls her around in a mid-swing as her feet come off the canvas sending her flying to land stiffly in a corner. He runs in pursuit over the vibrations created by the impact, his leg’s minor discomfort already forgotten. As the distance is quickly munched away Clarkson responds by digging the balls of her boots into the mat and exploding forward towards the oncoming, shoulder tackling Jack in his stride through the midriff and planting him on his back. The wind is driven out of his lungs but the race-maniac recovers rather speedily while his opponent tries to scurry off of the entanglement created. He lands a painful knee into the exposed ribs of the woman atop him to aid her aside, rolling the other way himself.

Upon arising to their feet the two competitors swipe at each other once again; their desperation in attaining the upper hand is apparent in their haste. Jacks being far bulkier tries a traditional bigger guy’s approach lunching forward with a lariat which the nimble trickster easily dodges coming up behind. From their back to back standpoint Kahlan jumps up leaning behind to wrap her arm around the champion’s neck, bringing him down for a diabolically neck breaking landing. The Englishwoman persists on her hold and reels over to her front forcing Jack to do likewise, from there Kahlan’s supreme athleticism shines through as she somehow manages to lift her lower body bending backwards to the point she plants her feet either side of her opponent’s legs.

Al: Oh that is brutal yet artistically beautiful the way she transitioned that vicious Neckbreaker into a bone churning submission hold. Look at the way Jack Track’s neck is bent backwards with no means of escape, Kahlan is literally trying to rip the head off!
Colin: Jack fell into a trap that over the years I’ve seen so many of Kahlan’s opponents become victims of and that is underestimating Kahlan doubly so not just because she is of course a woman, but also because of her surprisingly small stature. Jack rushed things trying brute force even though that is out of his own comfort zone because he doesn’t face that many smaller opponents on a weekly basis if you exclude his encounters with Wolverina-
Oliveira: -And that of course is a big mistake! Kahlan is one of the most intelligent performers that ever existed. She runs purely on out thinking her opponents and doing the unexpected, the only reason she has survived this business for so long.

Jack's right hand comes up a few inches hovering the stage’s flat covering, a flickering vision of submitting crossing his mind no doubt. His resolve proves too strong however, he clutches easily at the skinny wrist that is locked under his chin and tears it free, relieving the stress and pressure on his neck. Liberated he unloads Kahlan from atop him to a side and stands up. The intense light showering the square from above in the rafters add a glistening visual effect on the sweat painted muscles as they tense when he leans down and grasps a fistful of Kahlan’s blue follicles. Bringing her up the defending champion lays a couple of savage blows to the bare abdomen at his mercy to wear away any resistance as he proceeds to tuck away Kahlan’s head in-between his legs. He yanks and heaves’ easily lifting the hundred-and-twenty pounder up over his right shoulder and unceremoniously drops down to his knees. The collision travels up through Jack’s body snapping away at Kahlan’s small waist laid atop the broad shoulder. The hold remains intact as Tracks once again climbs to his feet, this time to stroll casually over to the side and dump the goods over the top to the hard ground outside of the ring.

The heap of battered flesh next to a security barrier that cuts the fans away from the action lets out a groan and slowly stirs about. Kahlan’s left hand is over her sore lower back and the other is nursing her tender stomach when a set of fingers grab her by the scruff of her neck and roughly pulls her up. Spurred on by the audience in attendance, Jay-T puts the exclamation mark right in front of everything by slamming Kahlan’s face into the steel of the security wall, not once, not twice but three consecutive times he repeats it. When he pulls Kahlan’s head back once again, the Ladder Queen’s familiarity with steel is proven as there seems to be no cut on the forehead, instead a nasty looking bruise in the making is well on its way to flourish. Jack rolls her shaky figure comfortably back into the squared-circle and follows in suit. Inside he loosens a kick into the small of his opponent’s back to spread her flat on the canvas and make her deal with even more agony. The fans come up to their feet in a standing anticipation as the Race-ist man from the redneck producing corner of the States raises a fist high up, then brings the hand down pointing dramatically at the turnbuckles to the corner.

Colin: OH HE IS THINKING IT!
Al: What is he thinking precisely Colin?
Colin: Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem good.
Oliveira: Here we go an excess of two-hundred-and-thirty-pounds heading for the high ground here… this can't end well…. Wait a minute! Why is he facing away from the ring? This isn’t like Jack Tracks, I’ve never seen him do anything like this-
Al: Oh no! I think- I think- is he really trying to-

Jack’s leap is phenomenal for someone his size and the fact that he manages to pull off the two consecutive backflip rotations mid-air is purely incredible.

Colin: SUPERNOVA! OH MY GOD THE SUPERNOVA! In all my commentating years here I’ve never seen anyone even attempting the most “devastating move in all of entertainment” as Kahlan would put if over every time, never mind hitting its creator!
Oliveira: DAMN!
Colin: Here is the cover, oh how painful would it be to lose the title match in this fashion, almost as painful as losing to Wolverina I would guess! One! Two! Three! - NO! Kahlan kicks out!

[Jack Tracks]

Honest question here: Why do people keep thinking Jack is a flier? He's not. AT ALL. He runs good, but that's about it as far as speedy shit goes.

[Nikki]

I did not... that spot was for the HOLY SHIT MOMENT when a big guy does something TOTALLY out of this world... sort of like a Brock Lesnar Moonsault.


On a side note it is partly your fault... check out your moves list on your contract... you have tons of flying moves... I mean WTF!?