The four combatants stand ready to do battle in the squared hell of apocalypse. Scally steps onto the apron of the ring, his face a smug one due to his decisive upset victory over Wolverina several weeks ago, and mouths a few choice words at the People's Princess. Already unnerved at having to tag with the likes of Scally, his words are more than enough to tip her over the edge. She surprises him with a hard smack across his ugly looking rat face, then she grabs him by the hair and flips him over the top cable into the ring, right onto his keyster. From there, she calmly steps onto the apron and yells "Get to fightin' rat face!" as one half of the kick ass Logging Crew thunders toward him with a zeal for destruction in his eyes.
Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Jan 7, 2013 20:33:35 GMT -7
AJ Scally coughs and sputters, looking incredulously at his tag team partner. He turns in time to see Cletus approaching him, intent upon reliving the fond memories of Blood Runs Cold. The Pine Island Powerhouse nods his thanks to the People's Princess, and proceeds to snatch the Australian up like a load of firewood. Lifting him up into the air, he drops the wretched rat-faced roo rancher stomach-first across his knee. The gut buster leaves AJ rolling his pain and Wolfie gives a little clap from the apron. With another nod to Haven, Cletus grasps both of his opponent's wrists, while placing his foot on Scally's upper back, and pulling back on the arms. While held in the rudimentary surfboard, Scally is roundly mocked by the lovely lady who tonight is acting as his partner.
AJ Scally has no friends in or around the ring tonight Al.
You can say that again Fuzzie, he’s in for a long night at this rate.
With such deep divisions between them, what hope does a team like Wolfie & Scally have against a hardened duo like the Crew?
Slim and none, by the looks of it, and Slim might be fixin’ to leave town.
Cletus turns his captive loose and gives him a forceful kick toward the corner. Scally, with laboured motion and pained expression, attempts to make the tag, but Wolverina effortlessly drops off the apron and takes a lap around the ring. Smiling, while The New People's Champion bawls in objection, the Brute of Bonnie Beaubears Isle grabs the Aussie's leg and drags him into the Logging Crew's part of town. A tag to Big Jim inaugurates another double helping of double axe handles and leaves AJ flatter than a grease spot. Jim twists his fingers into Scally's ragged locks and hauls him to his feet. While behind AJ, facing away from him in the opposing direction, Jim hooks his arms under his opponent's. From this position, the Perverse Pulp Peeler lifts the Flying Phenomenon up, and holds him in an excruciating Gory Special. Sensing his prey might be about to knuckle under, and wanting to prolong his agony as long as possible, the Sou'West Savage releases the arms to take hold of his opponent's legs while dropping to a seated position, forcing Scally's aforementioned rat face to fall forward and impact the mat.
It’s like Blood Runs Cold all over again; the Logging Crew having their way with AJ Scally.
It’s clear they picked up a few things Fuzzie, because they’re allowing him no offence this time out.
Well, that’s not fair Al, poor AJ got jumped by his own partner before the match even got going.
C’mon, you’re not seriously trying to tell me that you are going to question a move by the beloved People’s Princess, are you? You’ve been drooling over her for years…
Well…Scally…that is to say, he wasn’t…I mean Haven…it depends on how you look at it…that cage match a few weeks back…
Stop. Please. Every time you open your mouth you stick your foot further in.
The Christian Cutie has seen enough, punishing Scally’s impudence is one thing, but not at the expense of the W. Another night with the loser's share of the purse money might necessitate recourse to Diet Mountain Dew on a permanent basis, or worse yet, Mellow Yellow. With such thoughts as these spurring her on, she mounts the top turnbuckle and soars through the air. The flash bulbs light up the arena, catching her graceful flight, until its harsh impact with the back of Big Jim's cranium. The missile dropkick floors the Black Rapids native and, in the ensuing confusion, Haven drags her semi-conscious partner to their corner. Exiting the ring and holding his limp hand above her own, she executes what amounts to a tag. Cletus protests this bending of the rules, but referee Hugh Jass saw hat happened to Buster Cherry earlier tonight and is in no mood to cross the vengeful vixen. As Big Jim clears the cobwebs and regains his footing, the cheers are mounting as the Cutie-Pie Cornhusker stands poised in the corner. The moment he turns to face her, she bursts forth charging towards her rustic adversary and drives her shoulder into Jim's midsection, forcing him back-first into the mat. Nimbly, she holds onto a waistlock and bridges into a pinning combination.
The ref shouldn’t even be counting this! Not after that pusillanimous attack from behind and that bogus tag!
A close two count there. There wasn’t much on that kick out Al, Big Jim could be in trouble.
Well, I will say this, her questionable tactics aside, Wolverina will fight you. You wanna talk about women’s lib, well there’s one chicky who’s liberated, lemme tell ya!
The two grapplers get to their feet and Wolfie engineers a lock up then brings her arm up inside to hit Jim under the chin; a skilful European uppercut. She then plants a stiff kick to his midriff and hits a stunner, which sets the crowd on edge. Another pinfall comes up dry as the mighty lumberman kicks out with authority, in utter defiance of the People's Princess. Undaunted, she makes her way behind the rising whistle punk and puts both of her hands on both of hiss shoulders while jumping up to place both her knees against the opponent's back. The crowd roars in approval as both wrestlers then fall backward to the ground, forcing Haven's knees to push up into the back of her opponent. Big Jim flops about like a fish out of water, holding his back and kidney area, while Wolverina basks in the adulation of the adoring throng.
A lung blower by the Cutie-Pie Cornhusker! When you’re right, you’re right Al, Haven is proving tonight that she can dish it out with the best of them.
Positively Fuzzie, there’s not alotta guys who can stack up with Jim in the toughness category. We’ve seen him in trouble before, but he hasn’t found an answer for Wolverina yet.
And he may not! As far as these fans concerned, she’s in a league of her own.
And as far as you’re concerned too, you might as well say it Fuzzie. She can do no wrong because she’s one of your favourites.
With a handful of hair, Haven drags Jim to his feet. He's been playing possum though and fires off a quick right hand, but receives one in kind for his trouble. He tries a left, but this blocked and in its place a knife-edge chop smashes into his plaid covered chest, a second, third, and fourth put him on the back foot and suddenly the Christian Cutie's legs are scissored around Jim's head, dragging him into a forced somersault as he falls to the mat. A yakuza kick as the Pulp Hook Punisher rises, leaves the big man laying. The People’s Princess points to the top strand and hops up with ease, but she soon discovers that turn about is fair play when AJ Scally, still very dazed from his earlier beating, attempts to regain his footing on the apron and foolishly stumbles into her, knocking her off the ropes, quite by accident. She crashes, amidst her fans boisterous disapproval, and lies in a heap not far from the supine Big Jim.