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Minimum Wage Wrestling #6

" Impromptu Challenge"

By: Silverback Christianpaw

The last Minimum Wage Wrestling event ended in one twist after another when an unbelievably colossal (and fat) gorilla debuted and disrupted the main event, only to then be met by Aaron Silverwolf, the Hardcore Champion. They didn't have to exchange one word as Aaron knew exactly what this gorilla wanted, his hardcore title. Being a fighting champion, he gladly welcomed the challenge head on.

The camera gets set up as they stand at the doorway to the storage room of this community center with a nice green poster board that had the unintentionally misspelled words "MINUM WAYGE WRESLING" written in sharpie for the background. Rich Whitetiger gets his microphone ready as they both stand in camera-view while Aaron Silverwolf stands there in a black Minimum Wage Wrestling logo shirt, with the gorgeous Hardcore Championship belt (a silver ECW replica belt with 'HARDCORE' written across on a long piece of duct tape) hung over his big shoulder.

"Ready?" Rich asks the champ.

"Yes sir," Aaron replies.

"Alright . . . three . . . two . . . one . . . Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here in the back of the Minimum Wage Wrestling Arena with the champ, the hardcore champ, Aaron Silverwolf.. Now Mr. Silverwolf, the Minimum Wage Wrestling fans were left in shock on our last show when a very large gorilla, who has now been revealed to go by the name 'Winaga', made his debut here in Minimum Wage Wrestling, and quite frankly, wasting absolutely no time. He's made it pretty clear, he's looking to make an impact by challenging you for your championship. Now, normally we would run this by the Minimum Wage board of directors, but I understand you've already made a decision on the matter."

Aaron leans down a little so he can speak clearly into the microphone, still holding the championship close to him, "That's right sir, the meaning of this championship and it's champion, is to take on all comers as they come. So you guys won't have to worry about doing a tournament or some kind of No.1 Contender's Match.

"You see, I'm here to not only be the champion, but to be a _fighting_champion. Any challenger, at any time, in any kind of match. And if this new guy wants to try and make a big grandiose debut at my expense, I say bring it on, because I am the fi---"

"Did I hear you right?" Aaron and Rich look and see Jack Bishop, already dressed to compete in his trademark red singlet,

"Did I hear you right?"

"Yeah," Aaron says confident and staring down the Labrador.

"Any challenger? Any time?"

"Damn right," Aaron nods confidently.

"Wow, well while your just handing out title shots, why don't you go ahead and defend that championship against me?" Jack growls as he gets right in the big wolf's face. They both stare into each others eyes and snarl but Aaron backs up with a slight grin on his face,

"You know what, Jack? That sounds like a great idea, I could use a nice warm up for my real challenge on the next show."

Jack growls more, "Great, meet me in the ring tonight, because after all is said and done, this company will have a new champion to strap the Minimum Wage rocket to."

"Hmm, I'm sorry, I can't wait, why don't we go ahead and have that title match . . . right now--huff!"

Aaron throws a quick right cross against Jack's face in a sudden attack. The Labrador steps back and before anyone knows it, the two combatants are off and tussling, the championship belt dropping on the floor in the process.

Rich shouts off to a crew member nearby, "Go get the ref! We need the ref! We need him right now!" he also takes the camera off the tripod and follows them to film this for the next DVD.

Both wrestlers grab each other by the ear while they both throw fists at each other. Aaron drives his knee in the Jack's midsection before grabbing him by the back of his head and slamming him face-first into a nearby wooden table. The champion looks around and finds a steel garbage can. He quickly dumps the garbage out onto the floor before bashing it on the top of his opponent's head.

BASH!

He drops the now-dented garbage can on the ground and grabs Jack by the head again and slams him hard against the storage room wall. He goes for a punch but Jack ducks underneath it and switches back around with a big chop to the wolf's muscular chest. He hits a second one, even louder than the first, while the short bull referee now enters into the fray, holding Aaron's hardcore title belt.

Jack grabs a nearby steel chair and folds it up with a loud _CLANK_before smacking it against the wolf's shoulder.

FWAP!

"Ahh!" Aaron grunts holding his shoulder in pain and Jack continues his attack with another steel chair shot, this time across the wolf's face,

FWAP!

Aaron falls discombobulated onto the floor, Jack dropping the chair and quickly crawling on top of him for the cover. The referee gets down on all fours and smacks his hooves on the cement floor as he makes the count,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." Aaron kicks out!

"Dammit!" Jack scowls as he immediately gets back to a vertical position, looking around for something else to use. He finds exactly what he needs, a big metal pole leaning against the wall in a corner, perfect for maiming. Aaron makes his way back to his feet as Jack swings the pole like a baseball bat, but Aaron ducks it and drives his knee into his opponent's midsection once again. Jack drops the pole on the ground as he clutches his stomach, hunching over in pain. Aaron grabs the pole and drives it right down into the Labrador's back.

SMACK!

"Ah, shit!" Jack cries out and scurries to avoid getting hit again. But he does remain standing by holding onto a nearby table. Aaron, now weaponless, goes for the his ears but gets met with an elbow to the stomach followed with a few elbow strikes to the face. Aaron backs away holding his eye and nose as they start throbbing in pain. He regains his bearings and gets back to resuming his offense, but Jack in one swift move picks the wolf up and power- slams him through the table, smashing it in half.

CRACK!-SMACK!

Jack tries again to go for a cover on the wolf but he instinctively kicks out before even a one-count from the ref. Instead, Aaron gingerly works his way back up to a standing position. Jack tries to continue his offense but gets met with a sudden dropkick to the chest that sent him back into a pile of wooden palettes.

"Ugh! Gah!" Aaron grabs at his quad (probably re-thinking doing a dropkick on a cement floor) as he grabbed the edge of yet another nearby wooden table and pulls it into position. He then walks over and grabs a big steel ladder and sets it up right by the table.

He grabs Jack by the fur on the back of his neck to hoist him up off the wooden palettes and kicks him in the face with his big boot finishing move. Jack falls back once again on the cement floor. He picks up the dead weight of the Labrador by the arm, carrying him over his shoulder before laying his near-lifeless body across the table.

The referee comes close and holds the ladder still as the big silver wolf ascends up the ladder up until he stands on the 2ndrung, ready for what's going to take Jack down once and for all. He jumps off the ladder and hits a massive elbow drop and it connects right in Jack's heart before crashing them both through the table and onto the cement.

CRACK!-SMACK!

Aaron rolls himself over on top of his opponent and goes for a cover as the referee counts,

"1 . . . 2 . . . 3! That's it!" the referee says (since they are far away from a ring bell) as he holds the belt up and points as Aaron Silverwolf, who is still the Minimum Wage Wrestling Hardcore Champion!

Aaron gets back to his feet, holding his side as the ref grabs his arm and holds it above his head as he hands the wolf his hardcore title belt. Rich made sure to capture every second as he goes for a low angle shot of Aaron holding his hardcore belt high.

He indeed lives up to the moniker of being a fighting champion, and his next opponent? Winaga, will be one helluva threat to the champ and his title reign.