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Chapter 11

Gold and Glory Pt. 2

By: Silverback Christianpaw

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the GRR Championship!"

Silverback

I walk down the ramp, being welcomed by the thousands of screaming fans and my entrance music; it's got a rock-star feel to it. But tonight my mind is on business. I've been waiting two months to finally get my paws on Soultiger one-on-one and tonight is the night. It's been the bumpiest road I've ever been on dealing with him and the rest of L.A.N.C. but it will all pay off if I take the title from him tonight.

I step through the ropes and pose for the cameras as I get set to take the tiger on.

Heavy metal music with a mix of Soultiger sound-bites come on through the speakers of the large arena as he makes his way out from behind the curtain and down the ramp. He looks just as intense as I am right now. He's focused and so am I. He knows there is no interference allowed by any of his goons so he knows he has to go back to what brought him to the dance, and that's wrestling. Our game plan is the same as I plan to match up with him athletics for athletics. And whoever is the more athletic of the two will walk out the champion.

I smack my taped-up wrists as I stand across the ring from him. I'm fired up and more than ready for this match . . . and it looks like he is too.

Ding-ding. The bell sounds and we are underway.

I stay on my feet, jumping around with poise as I circle around the ring, looking to where I can hit my target to get him down early. He does the same and decides to go in. We lock up. We try to push each other down to the mat, seeing who will be able to get on the attack first. I have the height advantage but he has the strength advantage over me. I weigh almost 500 pounds, but it's a mix of fat and muscle . . . okay more fat than muscle, but still, he can take me down.

He gets me in a waist-lock and takes me down. I try to roll over onto my back to get him down but he uses his powerful legs to keep the hold to his advantage. I push up with my legs and roll out of it. I spring back up and shoot him into the ropes. He comes back--

BAM! He goes to bellyslam me, but I will always beat him at that. He bounces into the ropes again and goes for another. But his belly just bounces off my much bigger belly. I look at him with a smile. He kicks me in the gut and goes to shoot me into the ropes, I reverse it, and shoot him into the ropes. He comes back, I quickly get him in a tight waistlock and suplex him over my head.

He hits the canvas and some of the crowd cheers for me. He looks at me with a little surprise. I slap my shoulders as I stare him down getting ready for the next attack.

I go for the grapple on him, he escapes before I can get it in. He gets behind me, I turn and swing for a punch, he ducks and picks me up from behind and slams me down with a back-suplex. He gets up, bounces off the ropes, and drives his shin across my face.

I yelp in pain holding my nose. He comes back and lifts up one of my legs and starts kicking away at my hamstring.

"Ahh! Gah!" I yelp as he kicks away. He grabs my ankle and almost wrenches it out of socket and drags it over to the ropes. I kick him away in the face with my other leg, he backs up into the turnbuckle, I get on all fours trying to get back up. He comes back flipping me over onto my back and hooking my leg.

The referee counts, "1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out.

We both get back up but he immediately gets me back down again with a drop-toe-hold. He folds my leg behind me across his and hooks me by my face with a painful STF. It doesn't take long for the creeping pain to start shooting up my spine and neck.

The referee starts getting in my face asking me if I want to give it up. I reach out and try to get a hold of the bottom rope so he can break the hold, but I'm too far away. He's got me in the center of the ring.

I reach up and try to pull his paws off my muzzle but his grip is far too strong. I look out and see the bottom rope; I need to pull myself over to that rope.

I start crawling on my forearms with all my strength to get closer and closer to the rope. He wrenches back even farther the closer I get. My neck almost feels completely bent in half as I crawl, but I need to get out of the hold, and this is the only way out. I reach out again and I'm still just short by an inch.

Soultiger screams "Tap!" as I finally get my paw across the rope and grasp it tight. Soultiger immediately breaks the hold and pulls on my ankle again. I lose my grip of the rope and he pulls me back to the center of the ring. He wrenches my leg again, but I quickly turn over onto my back and start kicking him away as fast as I can. I do everything I can to keep from getting locked in the STF again.

I manage to get back to my feet but I can't keep my body straight with the damage still being done to my back and neck. He lands a dropkick to my chest and I step backwards into the turnbuckle. My back hurts even more as it hits in the corner of the ring.

He looks at me with an evil grin as he squats down and steps around until he's got a clear, straight shot of me. He sprints across the ring, going for something; I grab the rope to my side and quickly pull myself out of the corner.

BAM! "Ahh!" he yelps. His head hits hard as it smacks into the ring-post. He lowered his body as he ran because he was either going for a pounce or a spear in the corner, and he hit hard.

He looks unconscious as his body just lays there in the corner until he falls over the second rope and flops on his back on the outside. I look down at his face as blood starts to seep down from his forehead. His eyes look glazed over as he looks up at the ceiling.

I step over the ropes to join him outside. I pick him up and punch him in the face and he falls back into the steel steps.

"Hey Silverback! Leave him alone!" the referee yells at me as he gets out of the ring to check on Soultgier. I back off. I look out to the fans in the front row and start to flex my arms and chest while the referee checks on him.

"Grahh!" BAM! Soultiger charges and takes me down the moment I have my back turned.

"Booooo," the fans jeer.

"Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!" he chants as he starts stomping away at me like a madcat. He grabs at my back, almost pulling some my fur out, and tries to push my body into the ring-post. I get my leg up in time to block it. I get behind him, grab him by the back of his head, and ram him face-first into the post.

"Ohhhhh!" the fans yell as Soultiger falls facedown on the floor with the blood still spilling from the open wound. I give him a big heavy stomp to his back for good measure before I get him back into the ring. The referee gets back in as well to resume his duties in the match. But Soultiger backs away from me as he sits down in the corner as he has his paws crossed to signal a timeout.

"Stop the match! Stop the match ref!" he says.

"What? No!" the referee tells him.

"I'm bleeding! You must stop the match! I can't wrestle, I'm bleeding!"

"There's no stop on a count of blood. No way!"

They keep going at it while I try to catch my breath. GRR has never been known to stop a match for excessive blood loss unless it was critical. He just wants the match stopped so he can walk out with the title. Well it's not going to happen

I growl as I stomp over to his corner and drive my knee into his bleeding face. Images of the hit and run and the hole cut in the ring come to mind. All these things happened because of him and his goons. They tried to take me out to keep me from making it here tonight, but I'm here alive and well. And I am not letting him slip through my fingers now.

I release my knee from him and grab him by his throat and pull him out of the turnbuckle. He tries to bat my paw away for dear life but he can't. I grab him by his head with both paws and give him the hardest headbutt I could muster.

"Ahh!" he yells in pain. I keep hold of him, not letting him fall. I see the blood continue to run down his face. I rear back and headbutt him again. His whole body shakes as he tries to pull my bigger paws away, but there's no way out. I headbutt him a third time before I finally let him fall down to the canvas.

"Aroooo!" I cheer. The crowd cheers right along with me as I get fired up. I pick my opponent up off the canvas once again and bodyslam him down on his back. I raise my paw in the air, signaling for the move that will finally end all of this . . . the Tidal Wave.

I back up and bounce off the ropes and leap over his body and bounce off the ropes on the other side. But he rolls out of the ring before I can hit it.

I quickly leap out of the ring after him. I try to chase after him but he kicks me in the gut and drives his elbow into the top of my head the moment I get two inches away from the ring. I fall on my big butt and watch as that slimy tiger step over the retaining wall and start to run up the aisle through the crowd. I get up as quickly as possible and hop over the wall and chase after him. He's trying to get away through the crowd.

I feel fans patting on my shoulders, arms and belly as I chase after him. I catch up to Soultiger as he gingerly goes up a flight of stairs. He sees me and excuses himself through the sea of fans. I keep climbing up the stairs and look at the rows of fans that are jumping up and down in excitement. I keep looking and find Soultiger trying to get away by pushing past a bunch of fans, but some of the fans won't let him get away. I butt ahead of some of the fans and grab Soultiger by one of his ears and yank him back.

I punch him in the face and he falls back knocking over some fans.

"Ha!" I yell at the crowd and the fans cheer even louder for me. I grab Soultiger by his ankle and drag him out of the sea of fans and back to the stairway.

"Rawr! Ahhh! Guhh!" he yells as he gets dragged back down by each step. I grab him by his head and pick him up.

"Rawr!" he springs up and kicks me in the gut. I hunch over in pain and feel him stuff my head in between his legs and grab the waistband of my trunks, "Grahh! Ahhh! Grrrr!" he tries to pick me up but no luck. I stand up and backdrop Soultiger over my head and lands spine-first on the steps.

"Ohhhh!" the fans near us yell.

"Ahhh! Ah! Guh! Ahh!" Soultiger yells in pain as he holds his lower-back in pain. I growl as I pick him back up to his feet,

"Grah!" I punch him in the face and he falls and tumbles backwards down the steps. He stops himself halfway down the steps but I kick him in the back and he tumbles even farther. I keep walking down the steps after my opponent.

"Gah!" he gets up to his feet and punches me in the stomach. He goes to shoot me into the wall, I reverse it, and he goes sailing over the security wall and back to ringside. Fans continue cheering me on and patting me on the back as I climb over the barricade.

He quickly gets back into the ring. I get up on the apron and step through the ropes but he runs across the ring and hits me with the Pounce before I can think twice.

"Ohhh!" I hear some cheers and some boos from the crowd as he hits his finishing move out of nowhere. My whole body feels like whiplash out of my boots.

He drags me to the center of the ring and covers me. The referee counts,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out!

The fans cheers grow even louder as they gasp in awe.

"What?! What?!" shouts Soultiger. He gets off me and pounds his fists on the canvas in a temper-tantrum, "Fuck this! Fuck this! Fuck you!" he says the last insult to my face as I try to get up. He gets out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp. He bad-mouth's a fan and gives him the finger as he walks up the ramp to the curtain.

I get myself out of the ring as the referee starts his count. I run up the ramp as fast as my fat ass will let me and I hit him with a clubbing blow to the back. He forces a few more steps hunching over in pain. He turns to me and decks me with a hard swing to the face. I back up a few steps and he unloads with a few more rights. After I go for a swing and a miss he hooks my head to go for the DDT. He tries to drop down but I get my knee in the way to block it. He breaks away from me again and goes in to try something else but I scoop him up in my arms and sling him over my shoulder like the little girl he is.

The fans cheer as I have him hoisted over my shoulder. He tries to punch me in the chest as we walk back to the ring. But before I finish making my way down the ramp I hold him tight and powerslam him on the ramp.

SMACK! "Ahhh! Ah shit!" he turns over holding his lower-back in pain. I quickly slide into the ring and roll right back out the break up the referee's ten-count so neither of us are counted out. I pick Soultiger back to his feet and roll him back into the ring.

He rolls across the ring to the other side at the commentator tables. It looks like he's trying to take a breather from all the punishment I've given him in this match so far.

I growl as I walk around the ring to confront him. He knows that I have him beat and he's just stalling to try and get back into this match. He's already hit me with his finishing move and even that didn't stop me.

I see him hunched over at one of the commentator's tables. I grab him by the shoulder and am suddenly met face to face with a plate of gold.

BAM!

"Ohhhh!!"

"Disqualification!" the referee says.

Ding-ding-ding.

I open my eyes as the pain in my head creeps through every crevice of my brain. I see him with that big heavy GRR Championship belt in paw. He hit me with it to get himself disqualified! He knew the title cannot change paws on a disqualification! That dirty bastard!

I reach up and feel my head and look down at the remnants of blood on my paw.

"Ohhh!" I hear something hit in the ring but my head hurts too much to find out what it was. I open my eyes again and see him stand over me.

"Get up you son of a bitch!" he screams at me. He tosses the belt to one of the commentators as he keeps screaming at me to get up so he can take me down again.

My eyes ill with anger as I get up and pounce him over the commentators table as we pound away at each other. Our bodies roll off and hit the floor. As we get all tangled in the wires I start hammering away at his face.

I get myself off of him and fall back on the ground as the blood continues to flow from the laceration in my forehead. I use the table to get back to push myself up to my feet. I try to stand on my own two feet, but have trouble and stumble to the ring and have to use the ring to keep standing.

"Rawr!" Soultiger, bloody face and all, charges me and we start exchanging blows. Rights and lefts and rights and lefts at each others bloodied anatomies. I finally hit him with one good jab that knocks him on his ass.

I growl in rage as I grab a steel chair that's sitting next to the table. It clangs as I fold it closed. He looks at me as he uses the table also to get to his feet.

"Silver, hehe Silver please," He looks at me and gives me that expression that tells me not to hit him anymore. I'm still the champion and I virtually screwed you, but please don't hit me with the chair. "I'm sorry," he says. I'm not buying it.

FWAP! I hit him right in the face with the steel chair just as hard as I can. He looks at me with an expressionless face before he falls down onto the ground.

The fans cheers grow even louder as I raise the chair over my head. I get ready to hit him again; I take a few steps closer until out of the corner of my eye I see a shine. I turn to see the GRR Championship, the same championship I had been trying to win, lying there on the table. I drop the chair and pick the belt up. I look at the reflection of my face in the gold. I was so close to winning it. Soultiger knew that I had him beat so he tried every dirty tactic he could do to get out of the match. He tried to escape through the crowd, he tried to get the match stopped because of blood, he tried to leave the arena, but nothing has worked. He even got the devastating Pounce on me and it still wasn't enough to keep me down. So he decided he had no choice but to use the championship to get himself disqualified. Coward. Fucking coward! And he gets to hold onto the title.

I hold the championship down at my side as I get ready to do the same exact thing he did to me with it, I'm going to hit him in the face and cut his head so badly he will bleed like no other.

He gets to his knees and looks up at me. I swing the championship. He punches me right in the balls before it can hit him.

"Ohhh!" both the crowd, as well as myself, say as I drop the title and lay on the ground groveling in pain with my hand placed over my crotch. He keeps struggling to get to his feet. When he does he picks me up and rolls me back into the ring. He grabs the chair and gets into the ring and stands over me with the chair in paw. I get to all fours to get back up--

FWAP! He smacks the chair across my back. I grovel in pain arching my back. He walks around me. He looks at me with his bloodied face.

Soultiger

I hate him. I hate him more than life itself. He thought he could outsmart me, but I always have a backup plan in mind.

I growl at him. I want this son of a bitch to suffer. I want him to beat him down so badly that he won't be able to challenge me for the title ever again.

I raise the chair over my head and slam it down on his body again.

FWAP! I hit him in the arm. His screams are so rewarding to my ears. I cold hear him scream all day long.

Suddenly, somebody's entrance music plays. I look out to the ramp to see who it is. To my amazement it's Coach Striker who comes out from behind the curtain. I never thought I would see him out here. But I guess the poor old man got tired of me beating the living hell out of his boyfriend hehe.

He runs down the ramp at top speed, my chair is ready. He slides into the ring, I swing the chair, he ducks underneath it and kicks me in the leg. I drop the chair and go down to one knee. As I try to keep standing after momentarily losing my feet he punches away at my bloodied face. I try to fight him back but he hits me so fast I can't even get my paws up to block them. I push him away and hit him in his muzzle but it doesn't slow him down for a second and he keeps firing away at me.

By the time I see his fists covered in my blood I realize I am backed up into the turnbuckle. He starts punching down at the top of my head and I sit down in the turnbuckle. He pins one of my arms between his big thick tree-trunk of a leg and one of the ring ropes. He keeps punching at me. This is a fight I don't need to be in.

I crawl out from over the bottom rope and out of the ring.

"Roar!" he scowls in anger but I just ignore it. My job is done.

I grab the championship and make my way to the ramp to get back to the locker room to take my shower. The fans boo me as I leave, but I don't give a damn about them. All I care about is what is over my shoulder and that is the GRR Championship.