SHow Stealer: Backyard Wrestling match!

[gnarfflinger]

JP: I'm not sure what to expect from this match.
Ray: That freak Gnarfflinger the Butcher is involved, It's not going to be pretty...
JP: We're here at ringside, but we have remote cameras in Alex Stall's back yard.
Ray: Safe distance from that psychotic freak.
JP: You mean the other three competitors are safely away from you...

The scene shifts to the backyard in question. "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen (I think that's what we agreed on for the Outlaws music) blasts from a cheap Ghettoblaster as Gnarfflinger the Butcher and Justin Michael come out the patio door, Frying pan and Rolling pin in hands.

TBC: Justin for more scene setting or the opponents for their entrance...

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: Come on, let's get this show on the road!

Gnarfflinger the Butcher uses the wait time to rummage for toys. Visibly disappointed that the back yard is not fenced with Barbed Wire, the Butcher finds a baseball bat, some croquet mallets, a rainbarrel, some Lawn Darts, some Lawnchairs, a basket ball a garden rake, a few clay garden pots...

JM: So where are our opponents?
GtB: Probably in the Little Girls Room. If they don't come out soon, do we have to fight?
JM: It doesn't work that way...

TBC: Please let our opponents show up. Hell any two victims for Justin Michael and I to beat the hell out of would work...

[KingBear/Brett Steel]

As Justin and Gnarff continue to wait in the backyard, getting more and more irritated at the delay of their opponents they hear a sound behind them and as they turn around Brett is flying through the air off the roof of the house, landing on Gnarff and Justin with a flying cross body attack.

JP: Well it looks like Gnarff and Justin got what they were asking for a little too soon.
Ray: And a way they probably didnt like!

As the three men lay on the ground in pain Sledge strolls into the backyard slowly and walks over and helps Justin up. He then wraps an arm around his head and quickly DDTs him into the grass before standing up slowly and helping up his partner. Brett shakes his head lightly and stumbles to the side but Sledge supports his weight a bit before righting him. The two look at eachother and grin lightly before turning to Gnarff, as they turn they receive a double drop kick from Gnarff who was quick to recover from the rooftop attack.

JP: Looks like Gnarfflinger had an answer to those grins very quickly gay boy...
Ray: What?
JP: Nothing

Gnarff quickly shakes off the attack and picks up one of the croquet mallets and steps up quickly, slamming it into the ribs of Brett Steel, making him cry out in pain as he writhes on the ground. Gnarff goes to swing again but Brett pushes the mallet upwards slightly so it misses him then quickly pulls downwards, causing Gnarff to tumble forward, rolling over Brett and Sledge. Sledge is quick to move in on Gnarff locking in a sleeper hold only to get the move fouled up by a swift kick to the head from Justin.

JP: Wow this match really isnt going anywhere fast folks, neither of the two teams can really gain an upper hand.
Ray: Look! A pink umbrella!

Justin quickly rolls Sledge away from Gnarff and mounts him and begins laying punch after punch into the arms of Sledge who is trying to cover his face from the attacks. As this is happening Brett runs up and kicks Gnarff quickly in the side of the head, keeping him down a bit longer before spinning around behind Justin and hooking him into a Full Nelson. He then picks him up off the ground and spins away from Sledge before slamming him back down on the grass painfully. After doing this Brett feels a sharp pain in the back of his head followed by the sound of a pan clanging against bone, moments later Brett hits the ground holding his head in pain as Gnarff stands triumphantly with his frying pan in hand.

JP: That stance of triumph doesnt last long! Get him Sledge! No! NO! DAMNIT!
Ray: Ha Ha! Sledge just got powerbombed on top of a picnic table.

Gnarffs triumph is again interrupted by a quick leg sweep from Brett who spins to his feet before attempting a wheel kick to a running Justin. But Justin is able to duck under the move and he quickly hooks Bretts leg as he's falling for a fishermans suplex.

TBC

((Sorry it's not longer... I'm trying to get my "RP Legs" back ))

[justin]

After hitting the fisherman's suplex, Justin looks to his left at Gnarfflinger and nods down at Brett Steel. Gnarfflinger quickly walks over to Justin who has lifted Brett up into a bearhug. Gnarff comes from behind with his frying pan and winds up, but as he extends his arm forward Sledge has his hands clasped on the pan and sets Gnarfflinger off balance.

Justin continues to hold Brett until Steel finally wiggles out and delivers a european uppercut followed by a Olympic takedown. While Sledge and The Butcher are fighting over the frying pan, Brett sends a super kick to Gnarff's mouth making him release his hands from the frying pan and fall into the pile of objects.

Ray: Wow did the ties turn now!

JP: Ummm to be honest I don't think neither team had a distinct advantage until now!

Ray: True, but either way The team of Steel Sledge is now dominating... yay!

As Steel and Sledge begin to converse about there next attack The Real Rockstar Justin Michael climbs to his feet and delivers a chop block to the unexpected Sledge, and before Justin can capitalize on the attack Brett hist a double axe handle into Justin's spine which makes him shiver in pain. Brett bends over to grab Justin by his hair, but is stopped when he is hit with an alumminum trash can by Gnarfflinger. Brett squints his eyes in pain as the camera zooms in on Brett's face.

Ray: Ohhh a close up! I like it! I think he needs a facial.

JP: That could have been the most disgusting thing you have ever said in your entire commentating carrer. I swear if you say someothing like that again I will punch you in the face.

Ray: What was wrong with that?

The action continues as Gnarfflinger and Justin attempt to double DDT Brett Steel, but are stopped when Sledge begins to spray all three men with a watering hose. Justin and The Butcher turn around and whipe the water away from their face as they try to move in on Sledge. Blinded, Justin Michael trips over a lawn chair and lands face first into the wet grass.

On the other hand, Gnarfflinger has gotten close enough to kink the hose and stop Sledge. The Butcher is concentrating on kinking the hose, and suddenly he is hit with the basketball right in the side of his head.

Ray: I like kinky... I mean the kink in the hose!

JP: No comment. You know I really need a new broadcasting partner.

Gnarff seems uneffected by the basketball, but with Sledge using the hose to choke Justin he let's the hose go which is nearly aout to explode, so the very pressurized water winds through the hose and hits Brett Steel in the chest as The Real Rockstar is nearly unconscious as Sledge continues to strangle Justin.


TBC:

OCC: I'm not sure how the RP reads... it may be a little choppy, but I'm kinda busy at the moment

[gnarfflinger]

Justin is not looking well as the Butcher banks the basketball off Sledge's melon.

Sledge: Steel! Deal with that @$$#*!3...

Bret Steel moves on Gnarfflinger. The Butcher ducks and catches Steel and military presses him then throws him at Sledge. This successfully breaks the choke. Justin rolls away fromt he pile up and the purple tint leaves his face shortly thereafter. Gnarfflinger then finds a snow shovel and belts Sledge with it. Sledge goes down like a sack of potatoes. He then butt ends Bret Steel. The Butcher takes the back on Bret Steel and chokes him with the handle of the shovel.

JP: Gnarfflinger the Butcher has changed the complexion of this match. Not only has he bailed out his partner, he's got the opponents in toruble...
Ray: No, not the lovely Steel and Sledge. Not those pretty faces...
JP: Why don't you go save them...

Sledge gets to his feet. He was playing possum in order to get the Butcher's attention away from him. He gives Justin Michael a quick kick to the ribs for good measure then takes a croquet mallet to Gnarf's head. The Butcher is forced to release the choke on Bret Steel. they lift the Butcher in a double military press...

JP: The tide has turned yet again. This is a true seesaw match, a classic in the making!
Ray: Yes, Destroy that monster before he ruins another pretty face...
JP: What did I do to get stuck with you, Ray.

At they press him a couple times for show, Justin Michael charges in with a chop block to the back of the leg of Sledge. This also hits the knee of Bret Steel. The Butcher, seeing his partner coming to his aid shifts his weight and attempts an armdrag on Bret Steel while landing on Sledge. While the Arm drag was only partially successful, the landing made up for it. Though Justin Michael was clear of the pile up, Sledge is on the bottom, Gnarfflinger in the middle and Bret on top.

JP: Justin Michael has made the save and now Sledge is on the bottom of a pile up...
Ray: How does that sick, disgusting monster always get where I want to be?
JP: Next match, You and me, Hardcore, I swear...

The Real Rockstar, seeing the tangles pile-up, sets down a lawnchair, pulls Bret Steel on top of the chair, and slams a second Lawn chair to his head. Justin delivers a couple more shots to Bret Steel. Meanwhile the Butcher has regained his feet. He finds a lawn dart. He uses it to open a cut on the forehead of Sledge...

TBC: Anyone really. You don't belong in the match but stick your nose in, you're fair game too...

[Tommy Musashi]

Sledge in real pain reacts by slapping the dart out of Gnarfs hand.

Gnarf: Oh come on now Sledge. I was just having a little fun.

Sledge: Have fun with my fist!

He begins pounding the fist into Gnar'fs skull with his right hand. Sledge not waiting anytime afterword Clotheslines the Butcher to the ground.

Meanwhile, Justin continues to repeatedly sending the lawn chair onto Brett not noticing Sledge coming up from behind with a shovel, too focused on the task.

Justin: You little pieces of shit! I am the best in this d**m business! I deserve those-

Justin drops to the ground with the chair, slowly dripping blood from the back of his head. Sledge quickly helps Brett up again slaps him a couple times to wake him up. He finally is focused again looking down at Justin and noticing the strike on the back of his head.

Brett: What did I say about hitting with a shovel? You have to slightly tilt it to one side so it carves into their skull and causes more damage!

Sledge: What the hell you talking about? I knocked him out! It might of been blunt, but it can still give you a couple concussions!

Sledge and Brett continue to argue over the situation while it gave Gnarf enought time to find a perfect tool to use on the both of them. He bulldozes down the SCW tag team with a golf cart that happened to be laying just on the opposite side of one of the houses.

Gnarf: Hey! Will you guys watch it! I'm trying to get somewhere!

He finally pulls it in reverse and at full speed which was about 10 mph, drives over Sledge and Brett to go and see if Justin was alright.

tbc.

[gnarfflinger]

GtB: And to think they won't let me on a golf course anymore...
JM: Now to capitalize.
GtB: Hmm, Ladder? Check. Frying Pan I grabbed from The Kitchen? Check. Set them up. I've got a killer High Spot here...

Gnarffligner starts climbing to the rooftop with his frying pan while Justin shakes his head and Begins to work over Bret Steel with the Croquet mallet. Sledge Hammer gets out from under teh Golf cart and retreives his shovel. He catches Justin hard with the shovel.

JP: This doesn't look good for Justin Michael, but what is that crazy mother ****** doing on that ladder with that frying pan...
Ray: I hope he jumps. The empty swimming pool would make an appropriate landing...
JP: For him or you?

Sledge and Steel continue to kick away at the ribs of Justin Michael. AS the punishment continues, Justin manages to grab the food of sledge and guide it into the nads of Bret Steel, taking Sledge off his balance and on his butt while Gnarf shouts and gestured from the roof.

JM: OH SHIT!
BS: What the

WHAMM! The Butcher connects with an arrabian skull crusher from the roof with his Frying pan to the doubled over Bret Steel, driving his head into the midsection of Sledge.

JP: That has got to be the craziest thing I've ever seen anyone do. Why doesn't it surprise me that it's Gnarfflinger the Butcher doing it...
Ray: I hope that he can't get up. Live by the insanity, die by the insanity.
JP: Come on Ray, only the good die young, means that Gnarffliner the Butcher will never die...

Justin: You psycotic, suicidal son of a bitch!
GtB: You can praise me later Justin, let's finish these ass clowns...

TBC: Anyone...

[KingBear/Brett Steel]

Justin nods to Gnarff and grins before moving over to Brett and rolling him off of Sledge in a heap, he then picks Sledge up and drags him over to Gnarff near the empty swimming pool. Gnarff nods to him lightly before he turns around and suplexes Sledge into the empty swimming pool, sending him sliding along the painful plaster, tearing up his bare back. While Justin and Gnarff are admiring their handy work, Brett stumbles over absentmindedly and bumps into Justin who was leaning a bit far over the edge, sending him head first into the pool as Brett falls on the grass holding his head.

JP: That was a great move by Brett but I dont think he realized that he even did it. Looks like he's back in second grade.
Ray: Poor Brett... Damn goody goody.

Gnarff stares on at his downed partner for a moment before turning back to Brett and picking up his frying pan. As he moves in for a powerful swing to the head of Brett, Brett falls backwards and Gnarff stumbles past him. Gnarff laughs lightly at the dazed and confused Brett before moving over and standing above him with a sick grin on his face. He raises the frying pan over his head as if to put Brett out for good and as he's bringing the pan down Brett yanks upwards on his foot, sending him to his back. Brett continues to hold onto the foot of the butcher and locks in a quick ankle lock.

JP: He was playing possum the whole time!
Ray: Or was he?

Gnarff screams out in pain and begins to kick wildly behind him as Brett continues to wrench the ankle of his foe. Gnarff is able to loosen the hold on his ankle but Brett quickly turns the ankle lock into a Stressing to the Breaking Point. As he's holding his finishing submission in Justin climbs out of the pool slowly but Brett sees this and releases the hold only to walk into a clothesline from Justin Michael.

JP: Wow, I never would have thought Brett would have walked into a clothesline like that...
Ray: Maybe he liked it?

However, after the clothesline Brett pops back up only to get hit with another clothesline from The Real Rockstar. This goes on for a bit longer before it's interrupted with a shoulder block from Sledge that sends Justin to the grass. He then leans down and helps Brett up and they turn to Gnarff and Justin who are both slowly clawing their way back to the living.

TBC

[gnarfflinger]

All four manage to get to their feet, as if in some apocalyptic staredown. They pair off, Sledge with Justin and Bret with the Butcher. Gnarfflinger and Bret roll over by the golf cart. Bret takes the mount position, lands a few punches only to eat the business end of the croquet mallet. As Bret reels back, the Butcher discards the mallet. Gnarf spears Bret, then Calapults him into the front of the Gold cart. The Butcher goes for the Disemboweler (Torture rack).

JP: It looks like Gnarf has Bret Steel where he wants him...
Ray: Actually that's not much different from how I like to see Bret Steel...
JP: Come to think of it I'd like to see you in the Disemboweler. I wonder how much the Butcher would charge for that...

Justin and Sledge have battled their way to the Golf Cart by this point. Sledge bangs Justin's head off the golf cart then turns to save Bret Steel. The Clothesline to the butcher shifts all the weight on the leg that took the impact from the earlier aerial stunt, causing the butcher to tumble over sideways. The grip on Bret is broken, but with the lateral motion, the first point of impact for Bret is his forehead. Sledge turns to Justin, starting to get to his knees. Sledge reaches for the croquet mallet, only to find his hand and the head of the mallet kicked with a foot sweep under the golf cart. Justin goes to bang Sledge's face into the cart, but Sledge rakes his eyes. As Justin staggers back, Sledge goes for the mallet again, only to bind that the butcher had the same idea. A Tug of War ensues. Gnarf spots Justin staggering back while Bret Steel is on all fours.

GtB: Dammit Justin, I need that mallet, Bret Steel is almost to his feet!

Hearing that, Bret flips the golf cart on it's side. Only then does is vision clear sufficiently to realize that his partner is pinned! Now that Sledge is no longer fighting for the croquet mallet, the butcher is free to drive it into the groin of Bret Steel. Justin staggers over, laughing at the situation the opponents find themselves in...

TBC: Anyone...

[justin]

AS Brett falls to the ground in pain Justin puts his foot on Sledge who is still on the ground. The Real Rockstar flexes his muscles as he holds his foot on Sledge. Sledge shoves Justin's foot and hits the other one with a near by shovel.

Before Sledge can get complete control of the shovel Gnarfflinger steps on the wood end of the shovel stopping Sledge from getting up and attacking Justin Michael with the weapon. Brett has somehow struggled to his feet and without the knowledge of The Butcher who is hit with a viscious german suplex onto a concrete slab where there would normally be a picnic table.

JP: OH he may need stiches after that shot! But really I don't care that sadistic wack job desirves it.

Ray: Brett might be hurt... aren't you worried about him at all?

Mean while after giving up on the shovel Sledge has risen to his feet and pulled Justin up aswell. Sledge punches Justin in the face a few times then hits a shocking jawbreaker.

JP: Was that his tooth?

Ray: I hope not... I like his pretty face!

Justin is in the seated position, so Sledge quickly moves to behind Justin and dropkicks him square in the back. The Real Rockstar arches his back in pain then just falls over with his face in the grass. Instead of continuing the attack on Justin Brett has motioned for Sledge to move over to the conrete slab where Steel is holding Gnarfflinger by the arm. Sledge grabs a lawn chair and smashes the arm as Brett tourqes and twists it. Sledge continues to hit The Butchers arm each time Gnarff screaming in agonizing pain.

JP: Damn it! I hate the Butcher, but I mean enough is enough. They are going to break his arm.

As Sledge begins to swing the chair down for another shot Justin grabs the back end of the chair which sends Sledge off balance and Justin Michael is able to follow up with a modifed neckbraker.

Ray: He came from out of no where! Yay! Justin saved the day.

Brett drops Gnarfflingers arm and walks in a quick pace over to Justin who is just standign over Sledge admiring the perfecton of that neckbreaker. Steel sends a wild swing at Justin who blocks it and throws a punch of his own followed by an uppercut and a chop to Brett's chest. As Bret falls back surprised from the brawl Justin Michael just gave him.

JP: Wow! I never knew Justin could brawl like that. I must say that is quiet impressive.

After The Real Rockstar's burst of energy, he falls to one knee as Brett falls flat on his face as well. This leaves both Gnarfflinger the Butcher and Sledge recovering and regaining their footing wiht only a trash can and a hockey stick between them.

TBC: anyone

[gnarfflinger]

Sledge gets up first and raises the trash can high above his head--only to receive a 15 game suspension worthy spear (Hocky infraction where the blade of the stick is jabbed into the opponent) to the testicles courtesy of Gnarf. The Butcher then delivers a slapshot to the ribs. Sledge gets to the fence and climbs to his feet while being poked and prodded by the Butcher. Gnarf then moves in and cross-checks him to the face. Following this with a butt end to the ribs and a two handed slash to the back of the head. The Hockey stick breaks in the process and the Butcher starts using the broken handle end to work on the cuts to Sledge's forehead...

JP: The Butcher is turning this into a blood bath after going Bertuzzi on Sledge's ass...
Ray: That sick freak shouldn't be allowed near that ass...
JP: I'm going to kill you...

AS Gnarfflinger continues to poen the cuts further, Bret Steel takes a styrofoam Rescue Floatation devices and places it around the Butcher's head then pulls on the rope, reefing him off Sledge and on his butt. Bret Steel then joins Sledge on the Double Team. Both take turns ramming Lawn chairs into the Butcher's back. Justin gets to his feet and uses the shovel to draw the attention of the opponents while the Butcher gets his breath and regains his feet. The Butcher then grabs a garden gnome and breaks it over the head of Bret Steel and uses the piece of the gnome to cut into the head of Bret Steel...

TBC: Anyone, I'm likely done for the week.

[KingBear/Brett Steel]

Gnarff begins cutting into the forehead of Brett Steel with pieces of the gnome, blood pours from the open wound as Brett screams out in pain. Sledge hears the screams and quickly comes in with a drop kick to the head of Gnarff that sends him rolling quickly away from the downed Steel. As Sledge is getting up Justin comes in with a quick hit to the head of Sledge, with the shovel, laying him back out on the ground. He then goes to hit him again but the dazed and bloody Steel grabs ahold of his ankle causing Justin to stop the assault on Sledge.

JP: Wow, Brett is just trying to keep the pain off of Sledge for as long as he can isnt he? Thats great team work right there.
Ray: I wish he'd grab me like that... *sigh*
JP: I'm going to hurt you...

Justin spins to turn his anger on Brett and Brett somehow spins up and kicks Justin in the thigh on the process before kicking the shovel down. As Brett pops to his feet Justin moves to hit him with the shovel but Brett ducks the swing and brings a quick knee to the stomach of Justin causing him to drop his weapon. Brett then grabs Justin by the throat and throws his arm over his shoulder but as he's about to pull a "Rock Bottom" (sorry I didnt know what else to call it at the moment) Justin elbows him in the back of the head.

JP: Wow! What a last second move by The Real Rockstar right there! I think that may save him from a lot of pain for now.
Ray: Well duh! Isnt that obvious?
JP: Do I need to smack you?
Ray: Yes please!

As Brett is stumbling away from The Rockstar his knees give out on him with a chop block from Gnarff who then proceeds to stomp Brett to the ground. Justin soon joins in on the "fun", stomping Brett into the grass. After a while of stomping Sledge comes out of nowhere with a dribble of blood on his forehead and a bat in his hands. He swings and nails Justin in the rib with a sickening crack then brings the bat up again to hit Gnarff in the head but Gnarff blocks the swing with a shovel he quickly picked up.

JP: An old fashioned sword fight in the middle of the backyard. Well it's not that old fashioned considering they're using a bat and a shovel, but Hey!
Ray: TAKE IT OFF!!!
JP: What?!
Ray: Nothing

The two then begin to exchange swings, blocking eachother like a sword fight with blunt objects. After a while Brett grabs the foot of Gnarff which distracts him enough for Gnarff to kick Brett in the ribs then get hit in the head with the bat. Sledge then turns into a clothesline from Justin which smacks the bat into his own face and he goes down on top of Gnarff. Justin then collapses to his knees from exhaustion as all four Fighty fighty persons try to regain some energy to continue the brawl.

JP: The first man to make it to his feet will probably take away the prize for his team in this match. Thats how crucial it looks right now.
Ray: And I'm the prize!

[gnarfflinger]

JP: I hope it is Gnarf if that was the case...
Ray: Come on Bret Steel, Sledge Hammer...

Bret Steel crawls towards Justin Michael. Gnarfflinger wriggles out from under Sledge. Bret Steel goes for a choke only to get reversed into a Small Package.

JP: There's justin Michael with a nice Small Package on Bret Steel...
Ray: You take that back!
JP: Ray, would you please try being professional for once?

Sledge attempts to crawl towards the pinning predicament but can't move forward as Gnarfflinger applies an Ankle Lock to Sledge! Sledge is inching closer and closer to Justin and Bret...

TBC: Anyone, but I expect this is the ending...

[KingBear/Brett Steel]

Brett kicks out of the small package just before the three count and slowly rolls away from Justin who is still tired as every Fighty fighty person can feel the match coming to an end. Brett begins to crawl slowly away from Justin, Gnarff and Sledge. Sledge cries out in pain as Justin moves over and kicks him in the ribs, grinning to himself as Brett flees the scene.

JP: Has Brett quit?
Ray: No way...

Justin kicks Sledge in the ribs again as Gnarff continues to apply the ankle lock to the down superstar. Then as Justin is about to kick Sledge once more, Brett comes out of nowhere in the golf cart and slams into the side of Justin, sending him tumbling onto Gnarff, breaking up the submission. Brett then falls out of the golf cart and picks up the yard rake and smashes the handle into the side of Gnarff before falling to his knees and helping Sledge up slowly. The two Fighty fighty persons then begin to walk away from their adversaries in pain, each with a limp.

JP: They look like they're about done with this match...
Ray: Wimps!

Sledge turns to Brett and says a few in-audible things and the two turn around to face Gnarff and Justin who are slowly using the golf cart to climb to their feet. Brett and Sledge then begin walking slowly back towards the two men to finish them off, Brett pats Sledge on the back and Sledge quickly leaps into a .44 Magnum Shot on Justin as Brett quick steps forward, nailing a Steel Toed Boot to the chin of Gnarff.

OOC: Brett and Sledge are both Face Fighty fighty persons now, thus JP likes them and Ray doesnt.