Hot Bitch on Redneck Tables Action! Main Event!

[Psychotic Circus]

Jerry strolls down the entrance ramp, the KOTDM title still draped over his shoulder as he wobbled down to the ring.

"See! Didn't I tell you he'd keep his title?"

"Yes you did, but he held onto it by a damn thread. And yes, we are punishing him tonight for the bar tab GHW had to pick up. Look, he can barely make it towards the damn ring! I hope Kahlan slaps him silly!"

TBCB: Kahlan. No f*cking around, let's do this.

[Nikki]

Oh shit, Kahlan enters the ring proud as a kitten with her shiny newly acquired Television title.

[Psychotic Circus]

"Jerry is looking pretty confident right now...."

"Well, his damn mentor likely has his back. Lord knows what he did to Vince, doing all of Jerry's dirty work..."

-Jerry certainly was looking, but he was looking at that piece while Kahlan was flexed between the ropes to hand off her title to an official. Mr. "Fuckin'" Satisfying strolled over casually towards his blue haired opponent with his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his jean shorts, passing by Kahlan and giving a little whistle at her wiggle. The Harlot situated up with panicked eyes and her hand artfully escalated with the palm opening in addition to clacking over Jerry's cheek, only adding to his ecstasy. The lights started to flutter again like they had with Vince earlier in the night-

"...HIT THE DECK!"


-Jerry simply raised his hand with a ceasing finger pointed up to give a signal, his mouth uttering a command while the Brit Blitz started to falter a bit. "No...this one is mine..." was all that was murmured before the house lights returned to normal and Kahlan's wrist was dragged, her aerodynamic frame being sent catapulting towards the opposing ropes as she was taken by surprise. When she came stomping back, Jerry cocked his knees low and his hands out, lifting her up and forcing a slight squeak from Miss Cut. Jerry's hands had embedded themselves in a very warm spot as the two did a reverse titanic scene together, complete with Jerry howling that she could be on top of his world any time. She struggled in his corn fed grip before she was placed back down on the ground again along with protecting her pinched buns in frustration.-

"Doesn't this count as sexual harassment?"

"When has any of the boys been charged after doing something like that? No one cares since we can live vicariously through Jerry."

-Kahlan was sent for another round of ropes running by the Mini-Tyrant and to Jerry's amazement she did not come back for a second round of the bad touch. Kahlan's crack-whore like frame found itself leaping onto the top rope in a last ditch effort to avoid getting her butt pinched again. The Blue Haired Harlot pushed her momentum into the ropes that held her against gravity's will before rebounding off them, her small frame collapsing before it rotated and exploded into Jerry's chest, dragging the Shotgun Kid back first to the mat.-

"You could say Kahlan just saved her ass with that cross body."

"She should just save it for Jerry..."

"...why couldn't you end up bleeding from the neck earlier tonight?"

-Kahlan rolled out of the cross body much to the delight of the fans and took a masterful bow before gazing down at the gasping Nate, shrugging her shoulders and asking why he couldn't hang with her. Jerry's eyes flashed open with a boom of his fist against the mat before his Midwestern war frame rose up from the fabric in a bustle to get back up to her. Kahlan jooked as well as jived from her opponent as knife hand chops and kicks from Jerry missed her by inches in his rage driven haze. He was about to catch her in the corner, but not before a single foot of Kahlan lifted her off the ground and her to die for legs in the air as she bent at the waist again in mid air and with both legs slant, the one on top of the other snapping into Jerry's temple and sending him face first into the second turnbuckle.-

"Yes! Another desperation move by Kahlan landed! She just might be able to pull this off!"

"She still has to put Jerry Nate through a damn table. She can't possibly get him through steel and wood that efficiently."

-The big bad wolf that had come out of Jerry's soul huffed and puffed as he pulled himself up to find relief in the corner. Kahlan walked away on her tippy toes, one foot in front of the other as she rustled her hair through her fingers and bent over, shaking her little bum in front of GHW's deadliest lady killer. The male demographic raised from their seats all around the world and cheered on the damn tease as she wiggled, unaware of her opponent before she heard the stomping behind her and the familiar feel of a hand smacking her behind. She gasped just in time for the other hand to grab her azure locks as the first dug into her wrestling bottoms. Jerry pushed in total control as he lead her a few steps forward before he hunkered down with stretched out arms. Kahlan screamed out as her head was pulled down and she was back to shoulders with Jerry Nate, her legs kicking out to be free from his grasp. A loud battle cry rang out through the arena as he lifted her up, his arms pulsating as they went above his head along with his Sassy opponent. The Shogun Kid balanced himself before his knees seemed to buckle, only for them to shot back up and making Kahlan's body air born once again. As she rolled and plummeted, Jerry's kick pads over his shins raised up, slapping Kahlan in the guts viciously.-

"And it's all down hill from here."

"Like most of Jerry's dates after a swig from the flask..."

-Kahlan's punted body rolled across the ring and landed on the outside as she kicked and cursed with her funny accent. The camera man followed as Jerry slid out of the ring and stalked one of his many Tower of London opponents, catching the twitching eyes Jerry was making while he slowly came up on Kahlan from behind.-

"First Vince Vegas, and now Kahlan. And we don't even know where Jack Tracks is still! Bodies, that's all tonight was about! Jerry and his twisted mentor are eliminating the competition...Someone should see if the damn Logging Crew is even breathing anymore!"

"This is simple military strategy! To the victor goes the spoils, and the real KoTDM is spoils worth making bodies over!"

-Jerry's destructive structure placed his legs with Kahlan's cringing frame between them as he bent over and grabbed her collar and forced her up into a sitting position. A very chunky, very bony fist was raised as Kahlan's eyes looked on in horror, helpless as she cuddled her organs that were screaming out in pain inside her belly.-

"He wouldn't!"

-Jerry's fist blazed through the air, making a movie quality wisp through the wind before steel hardened knuckles slammed against Kahlan's tender body just above the breast line, and slamming against her heart.-

"SHOTGUN PUUUUNCH! Right in the chest! He didn't even need to come in running...that still looked violent enough to drop a moose."

"I'm glad you're enjoying the public slaughter. Someone has to..."

-Kahlan's chest gave a booming crack that echoed a bit through the arena before she fell limp against the mats. Jerry's eyes looked on as a small smile curled up along the side of his mouth. A ref came in to inspect the Cutter but was stopped suddenly by Jerry's palm.-

"...grab me a table...it's time to end the poor girl's suffering..."

TBCB- Kahlan.