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Chapter 16

Wargames

By: Silverback Christianpaw

Testify

I grab some food from the catering table as some of the wrestlers pull up some folding chairs and talk amongst themselves as they get ready to watch the pay-per-view on the monitor. Unlike the smaller arenas where everything is packed so tightly that the wrestlers are just sitting down eating and watching the matches five feet away from the curtain, we get a personalized room to watch the show.

"Hey, good to see you dude," Demetri pats me on the shoulder as he grabs a steel folded chair from against the wall and pulls it up near the monitor with the others.

I get my paper plate and put my chicken breast and a couple of dinner rolls on it. I watch as some of the wrestlers get some food to fill their bellies and relax before the show. Polarity's scent runs by my nose. I look out of the corner of my eye and sure enough she goes right for the table.

"Oh God," I say blatantly out loud as she comes up next to me.

"How are you doing Testify? Is your leg still hurting from you kicking yourself all night after giving up a world championship match five nights ago?"

I just keep looking down at my plate as I scoop some mashed potatoes and blop them down on my plate, "What do you want now, Polarity?" Before I know it she takes the plate out of my paw and drops it on the table hard. One of the rolls jump into the mashed potatoes while another one ends up on the floor.

She points her finger in my face, "You listen to me Testify, if you interfere in the No Holds Barred match tonight--"

"What?! What are you going to do?! Pose another one of your idle threats at me?!" I quickly glance around the room to see a few wrestlers staring at us so I calm down a little, "You know what; I'm tired of your big mouth. Now forgive me, I've recently had a ring-bell cracked over my head by your boss, but if I remember correctly I believe I said if you tried to do something bad to me then I was going to do something bad to you."

She slaps me in the face. My nose puffs with a few deep breaths to try and stay calm,

She growls and looks deep into my eyes, "I'm not afraid of you."

I feel a big pair of furry arms wrap around my body and pull me close. I pet Zenaku's big, muscular arms as he growls looking at Polarity. She just looks up at him before storming out of the room.

I hug and kiss my big, wonderful wolfy, "Thanks love," I say.

"No problem. I hate that nosy bitch," he smiles and holds my close, "So what do you want to do tonight? Ms. Draxa didn't give us a tag title defense tonight and you're out of your match, so our night is pretty much shot. Want to head back to the hotel and have a beef-twinkie race-off?" He giggles and kisses me again. My erection jumps a little.

"Mmmm, that sounds good, but I'm still going to be on the pay-per-view."

He tilts his head, "You are? Doing what?"

"Oh, you'll see hehe."

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"The following contest is a No Holds Barred Match and it is for the Gold Rush Restling Championship. Now, there are no disqualifications and anything goes. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission inside the ring."

Silverback

I strap the gloves around my paws and pound them into my palms as I get myself focused and ready for this match. I take a good long swig of my water because I'm going to try to be as hydrated as possible to avoid getting weak in the early going. I pour a little of the water on myself for these last few seconds of mental preparation. My tail has wagged each and every time I have thought about this match. I have been waiting so long for this match, ever since I won the battle royal months ago. Now there is nowhere for Soultiger to run and he can cheat his way out. There has to be a winner come hell or high water tonight.

My music comes on and I quickly pour the rest of the water on my head and shake it out of my fur as I walk out from behind the curtain. The spotlights swirl around, each one flickering with different colors as I walk down the ramp. The thousands and thousands of fans stand on their feet and cheer loudly as I slide into the ring. I would salute to the awesome fans but I need to keep my focus as much as possible. I would worry about ring-rust after not having match for a month but I don't think it will matter because this won't be a technical catch-as-catch-can wrestling match. Oh no, no, no, this will be a fight.

Sound-bites of Soultiger's roars and some heavy metal music thunders throughout the arena and more spotlights shine on the top of the ramp as Soultiger comes out from behind the curtain and makes his way down the ramp. He looks around at the fans angry. All he cares about is taking that title with him when he leaves. As much as I hate to agree with Soultiger, he has the right idea. I need to have the same mindset if I am going to take the title from him. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for that big gold championship around his waist.

He gives me a focused stare as he climbs the steel stairs and steps through the ropes, into the ring. I punch my taped up paws as the referee gives me a quick glance of the gorgeous championship belt before holding it up in the air, signifying the title match. He quickly paws it to an official outside the ring and looks at the two of us, making sure we're ready. He signals the timekeeper.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

He walks towards me, not letting another second go by to try and get his paws on me. He punches me in the face, I punch him back in his shoulder, his punches start coming faster, and I make my punches go faster. I fire away with everything I got. He gives me one good hit in the nose that knocks me loopy for a second. He grabs my arm and tries to shoot me into the ropes, I reverse it and shoot him in, he bounces off the ropes, I go for a clothesline but he ducks it. I turn around and he comes back with a dropkick to my chest. I go down and he goes for an early cover. The referee counts,

"1 . . ." I kick out and push him off. We both get back up and he fires away with a nice uppercut to my jaw. I flop back down on the canvas again. I get back up again to try and shift it back to my advantage.

He grabs me by the arm a second time and goes to shoot me into the ropes, I reverse it, he bounces off the ropes and comes back and I quickly get my arms under his and dump him over the top rope. Surprisingly, he lands on his feet (well he is a tiger). I climb out after him and he comes back with more punches to my face but I punch back just as hard and fast as he can. Soon one of them causes him to stop but I keep firing away with more punches, not letting up for a second. We start making our way up the ramp. I keep punching, one shot, another shot, another shot. I put all my strength into each and every punch. I go for another but he ducks and the momentum swings me around and in one motion he gets his arms all the way around my big waist and tosses me onto the back of my head with a german suplex.

BAM!

"Ohhhh!" the crowd yells. The back of my head hits hard and throbs in pain as I lay on the cold hard steel ramp.

Soultiger grabs me by my hair and picks me up, turns my body around and bodyslams me on the ramp.

"Ohhh!" the crowd yells again.

I sit up holding my back and I push myself through the pain and back up to my feet. I feel him holding onto my waist as they drive me fast down the ramp and push me into the steel steps.

BAM! I take the steps to the knees but not hard enough. I quickly grab the hair on his head and slam his face into the steps. He takes a few steps back before falling on his butt.

The fans around us cheer as I pull back the ring apron and pull out a trash can out from under the ring. I set it aside and start pulling out everything I see under there. A kendo stick, some steel chairs, even a street sign. I take it upon myself to quickly give him a shot right in the side of his head with the street sign as he nearly gets to his feet.

BAM!

"Ohh!" some of the fans in the front row around us yell.

I go back to my collection of weapons and try to pull out more. One catches my eye as I grab the steel. The fans cheer as I pull out an eight-foot steel ladder. I drop it on the floor with a thud and go for the trash can as my first weapon of choice.

Soultiger makes it back up and I go to slam him in the head with the metal trash can. I raise it in the air but he blocks it with his paws and knees me in the gut. I let go of the can, he holds onto it--

BAM! He swings and hits me in the head with the can. I go down to my knees and he unloads with another shot right on top of my head. He kicks me in the gut and puts the trash can on top of me. Suddenly all my light is darkness and my arms are trapped at my sides as I try to wiggle out. I get a good grip on the can pull it off--

BAM! He hits me hard with something and the steel connects with my head. The muffled cheers of the crowd don't help the throbbing pain. I lie on the ground and finally manage to pull the can off of myself. I get a nice brush of air as I get it off.

I get back up and decide to roll back into the ring. He grabs the steel chairs and hurls them into the ring. Followed by the kendo stick and the dented trash can. He slithers back into the ring but I catch him in time with a kick to the back of his head. He falls over for a second but gets back to his feet. I kick him in the gut and he backs up into the corner. Now's my chance to really lay it into him.

I punch him across the face as he's trapped like a rat in a corner. I jab him in his face. Then I get him again, and again, and over and over again with the jabs, each of them connecting with his face. I keep firing away more and more as his body starts to slump down in the corner. I punch again and again and again.

"Aroooooooo!" I howl to the crowd as all the months of frustration is finally coming out in this match. I'm so excited that I can't stand it. But I need to stay focused.

I look around at the weapons lying in the ring. The dented garbage can is still in plain sight. I am going to slam Soultiger into that trash can as hard as I can.

I grab the tiger's head and hoist him back to his feet and then lift his big muscular body over my shoulder and hook his head down as I get ready to slam him down. I get ready to go for the slam but Soultiger gets enough sense to slide off of me. I turn back around and he kicks me in the gut, then he grabs my arm and pulls it over his head and hoists my body on top of his shoulders. Before I can even take a breath to gain that little bit of strength to get off of him he hooks my head and slams me down right on top of my head on the trash can.

"Ohhhhh!" the crowd yells as the rest of my body flops, near-conscious, on the mat. The crowd keeps yelling,

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

I hold my head but it's my neck that is killing me. A jolt of pain bounces back and forth on my spine every time I move my head. I try to keep it still. It jolts again when I get turned over onto my back and covered. I hear the referee smack the canvas as he counts,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out. The crowd keeps cheering. I try to take a few deep breaths as my neck and head start to return back to normal. I look at the can it's completely flattened. However, Soultiger is not in the ring. I keep taking deep breaths to get the oxygen back into my brain while I have this moment of peace to regain myself.

I hear what sounds like somebody turning over the steel steps. I roll over onto my stomach; my neck is starting to heal from the damage. Suddenly, a metal step gets slid into the ring. Soultiger follows back into the ring and I try hard to get back to my feet. He growls low as he yanks my arm, almost out of socket, and pulls it over hit head and lifts me back up onto his shoulders in the same position. He wants to drop me on my head again, this time on the steel step. He hooks my head to get me into position but I regain my bearings enough to quickly get my arm out and elbow him into his face before he can drop me.

"Mrowl!" he yelps. I elbow him again and again in his face. I see his head shake and jolt with each elbow. I start hitting faster so I can get off. He growls more and runs backwards with me still on his shoulders and when he gets stopped by the ropes he dumps me off, my knee hitting the hard edge of the ring before I hit the floor.

"Ahhh! Gah!" I whine and whimper holding onto my knee. It really hit hard on the edge before I hit the ground. I turn over and try to walk on it but it stings with pain with each step I take. I keep hold of the announcers table as I try to shake it off. Out of the corner of my eye, Soultiger comes around the corner with a steel chair in paw; I try to move out of the way.

FWAP! It's too late and gets me right in the knee. I hit the floor again.

"Ahh! Grrrrrahh! Hah!" I scream in pain as I clutch at my knee. He gives me a stomp to the face and I turn over to my side, still holding onto my knee.

FWAP! He smacks my knee again with the chair.

"Ahh! Gah!" I grasp my knee and try to pull away from the big tiger. He's got a sick smile on his face as I pull on my numb leg and try to back away. He walks up and kicks me in the chest. I hit the floor for a second and he presses his foot down on my ankle. I try to pull my leg out from under the grip of his foot but it's too numb. He smiles from ear to ear as he aims the chair, this time going for my head. He finds his perfect spot. I watch as he lifts the chair over his head which gives me an idea . . . I punch him right in the balls.

"Ohhhhhh!" the entire crowd yells in unison. Every male on this planet knows the all-over pain of getting hit in the testicles, and if Soultiger has never felt that pain then he's damn sure is feeling it now.

His face pickles as he hits the floor, groveling in pain. I use this time to try and get some feeling back into my leg.

With the help of the announce table I manage to pull myself back up to my feet. I walk with a limp trying to figure out what to do next. I look around the corner and find the ladder I pulled out earlier is still lying on the ground.

I limp my way as fast as I can without re-irritating the knee. I take a quick deep breath as I pick up the ladder and hoist it onto my shoulder to set it up. I walk back around the corner of the ring to see Soultiger, like me, using the announce table to pull himself up. I get myself ready to hit him. He's up and looks at me. I charge, trying to push the injured knee as far as it will go, and I hit him right between the eyes with the top of the ladder like a battering ram.

"Ohhhh!" the crowd shouts as I drop the ladder and go back down to my knees. My knee is starting to feel better and the feeling is starting to return to my body. I tug on the ring apron and pull myself back up to my feet. I lie myself on the ring-post to catch my breath. I see Soultiger getting back to his feet, but now he has blood starting to run down his face. I've busted him open with the ladder to the head. He looks at me dazed and confused as the blood continues to stream down his face. I limp over to the announce table and pull out one of their little television monitors they have sitting on top of the table.

"Hey, what are you doing?" one of the commentators say.

The other commentator says to him, "It's legal! It's No Holds Barred!"

I unplug the monitor and hold it close. The champion continues to look at me dazed. And with all my might I hit him right in the head with the television monitor.

"Ohhhh!" the crowd says again. Soultiger hits facedown on the announce table as he holds his head. I've got him down, but I need to get him down more.

I circle around him like a sneaky predator waiting to dig his claws into his prey. I keep circling as Soultiger slowly stands again. He looks at the commentators and then turns to me once again--

BAM! I hit him right square in the face and his body falls back on the announce table while his legs dangle over the side. The fans around us are going crazy. I get ready to hit him a third time with the little TV. Wait, the ladder!

I look back down at the ladder still lying there on the ground. I have a crazy idea. It might be too high-risk for me, but if it works then I guarantee I'll win the title. I must try it!

I pick up the ladder, unfold it, and set it up next to the table.

"Silverback, what the hell are you doing?" I hear one of the commentators say into their headsets.

"I'm getting the hell out of here," the other one says, he gathers his paperwork as I pull the other monitor off the table and drop it onto the floor.

I have the ladder set up as Soultiger still lies prone on the table with his legs dangling over the side, motionless. I give him a quick few shots to his bleeding face just for good measure, then without hesitation I grasp the ladder and start to climb it. The fans cheers grow with each step. Rung by rung I go higher up the ladder. I get to the top and carefully turn my body around as I stand near the top rung. I look down at the bloody champion as he still lies on the announce table. I raise my paws in the air for the crowd. The thousands of fans are holding their breath . . . as am I.

I jump off the ladder and come crashing down belly-first on top of Soultiger as the table explodes in pieces around us.

CRASH!

"Ohhhhh! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" the crowd yells.

My gut ruptures in pain. I hold my stomach as I lay across Soultiger on the broken announce table. I feel a cable from the TV monitor around my arm. I try to get up but it's too hard to even breathe. I look at Soultiger's face and it's cringing in pain as well. If I'm feeling hurt, he's got to feel just completely destroyed with 500 pounds of wolf coming down on top of him from nearly eight feet in the air.

Meanwhile the crowd doesn't let up their hollers as they start to chant, "This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!"

The referee gets in my face and asks me if I am ok. I wheeze out a "Yes!"

I finally manage to roll off of Soultiger and I lay on the floor purely exhausted. This match has taken so much out of us, but Soultiger still hasn't moved. I need to get him back into the ring. I really wish this was falls-count-anywhere because this match would be over right now.

I groan as I slowly pick myself up off the floor. I get up to my knees and use the bottom ring rope to pull myself back to my feet. The referee stands around me. There's nothing he can do except wait for me to get my lifeless opponent in the ring to make the three-count. I just need enough strength to drag his ass into the ring and pin him for three seconds, and then this "awesome" match is over.

I gingerly walk to Soultiger, still lying on his back in the heap of wreckage that was the announce table. I grab his wrist and pull his body out of the wreckage. I pull him up and get his arms over his head in a fell nelson as I get his body into the ring. I roll him in and the referee gets back in as I slide in. I roll him over onto his back and lay across him for the cover. The referee counts,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." he kicks out.

"Whoooaaaaa!" the crowd yells in shock. I stay laying their on top of him. I look up and his arm and shoulder is up off the canvas. I can't believe it! He's still in this match! I thought I had him left for dead! I mean, I just splashed him from the top of a ladder and crashed him through the table, and he still kicked out! Oh my God!

I roll off of him and get back to my feet again. I stand in the corner trying to regain my breath. This match isn't over, it's not over until one of up gets pinned for the three or submits.

I look up at the lights; they look blurry as the sweat roll into my eyes. I can't get frustrated or it will take me off my game and cause me to make a mistake. I need to go on the offense.

I walk back over to Soultiger, still lying on his back. I stand over him and kneel down to start laying in more punches.

FWAP! A steel chair smacks me right in the face. I go down holding my head in pain. I open my eyes up to see he's already back to his feet with the chair in paw. He was playing possum the entire time he was laid out in this ring. He got his wind back sooner than I thought.

I get back up to one knee and stand--

FWAP! I get a face full of chair again. He gets me in the corner and drops the chair and nails me with hard rights and lefts in the corner. I look at his bleeding angry face as my head gets bounced around like a rubber ball with all of his punches. He ends with an uppercut to my stomach, almost knocking the wind out of me. He grabs me by my ear, "See you later!" he growls at me before running me across the ring and driving my face right on top of the steel step.

BAM!

"Ohhhh!" the crowd yells. I had forgotten about the weapons in the ring, including the steel step that Soultiger brought into play. My body falls off the big steel step and the blood starts to run from my forehead. I crawl over to the nearest corner. The blood is dripping down on the canvas as I crawl. It soon starts to run into my eyes and burn, which is absolutely blinding. I pull myself back up with the turnbuckle pads and try to rub the blood out of my eyes. I see red and I see the flashes of light with the spotlights. I open my eyes to see and walk right into another shot with the steel chair.

FWAP! The chair this time drops onto the canvas after it hits me in the head for the third time. I stand dazed for a second. My body feels super weak as I stand with the blood running down my face. I wipe the blood out of my eyes again in time to see Soultiger coming at me again.

WHAM! He hits me with his Pounce. I go down to the mat. The crowd starts booing at the champion.

I hear the tiger say, "Count!"

The referee counts, "1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out at the last second!

The crowd comes unglued with chants and cheers thundering throughout the arena.

"What?!" I hear Soultiger yell, probably at the referee.

I quickly turn over to my stomach to avoid getting covered for a pin again. I look down at the falling blood making a puddle on the canvas while the crowd's cheers wrap and drive into my ears. I get back up to my knees.

BAM! Soultiger punches me in the face. I punch him back and some of the blood flies off of his face as his body goes back for a second. He's on his knees as well. He rears back and punches me in the face.

I punch.

"Yeah!" the crowd starts to say.

He punches.

"Boo!" more of the crowd says.

I punch.

"Yeah!"

He punches.

"Boo!"

I punch.

"Yeah!

I hit him again.

"Yeah!" The fans cheers grow even louder.

We both exhaustedly get back to our feet, still swinging fists on the way up. He keeps decking away at my face. I'm too exhausted to get my paws up to block them anymore. He just keeps punching away at my bloodied face but it doesn't faze me at all. My adrenaline is pumping. I am going to have to give it everything I have to dethrone the champ. He's a tough son of a bitch. Behind all of the expensive suits and the entourage really does lie a tough champion. He's survived hits with garbage cans, TV monitors, and even got up from my belly-flop off the ladder through an announce table. After everything we have done to each other to try and get the other one down, and we are right back to where we started . . . slugging fists in the center of the ring.

I think to the months of hell he has given me. All the accidents he told his cronies to do to me so I wouldn't make it to the matches. The when I did show up he hit me in the head with the belt to get himself disqualified. Before I could even talk about my rematch he attacks me sweet teddy bear, Coach Striker, and leaves him lying, crumpled in the ring. Then he set his goons to attack me and try to destroy my knee. Well, my knee is definitely not at a hundred percent, but I am still standing. I have to beat him. I need to beat him. This has to end in poetic justice because if I can't do it here then I will never get to do it.

I start to growl. His punches are still hitting me in the face, but I don't care. We have spit each other across the building and are still standing. I'm just as good as he is. No, I'm better. I can beat him.

"Grahh! Ruff! Ruff!" I growl and bark at him full of anger. He goes to punch me once more and I block it with my arm. I look deep into his bloodied face as my body shakes with rage. I can't stand this son of a bitch and it's time for his reign as champion to end.

I grab him by both of his ears and give him the biggest headbutt I can possibly muster. He takes a few steps back but comes back with a punch. It bounces off my chest and I punch him right in the jaw. He backs away. I'm fired up!

I go for a hard swing but he ducks it, leaving me to spin with my back to him. He kicks me in the back and I fall through the ropes and back out to the floor. I hit the ground hard as my vision continues to be blurred through the spilling blood. But, I just got my second wind and I am not going to waste it.

I quickly look under the ring and grab the first thing I can get my paws on, a fire extinguisher. I pull it out. I feel his paws dig into my head as he tries to pull me back into the ring. I try to get my finger into trigger--

BLASSSSSSSST! White powder and smoke fly into his face and he lets go of me. The crowd cheers louder with each second this No Holds Barred war progresses. I slide back into the ring to see Soultiger with his white freeze-dried face as he swings wildly at nothing. He's right in front of me but can't see me. He instinctively throws punches, but at nothing. I go in and punch him in the face. He goes back into the ropes. I kick him in the gut. He hunches over in pain. I look up and raise my paw to the crowd. This has got to do it. It's time to hit the tidal wave and end this match.

I grab him and pick him up over my head. The crowd gets electric. I drop him in the center of the ring, I run and bounce off the ropes, and I leap over my opponent and bounce off the other ropes--

"Oof!" I hit the canvas face and belly first. I look behind me and it's Clyde S. Dale smiling and laughing at me. He tripped me as I was going to hit the Tidal Wave. I start to growl as he backs up to the ramp laughing his tail off at me.

Zenaku

The crowd cheers as I run down the ramp. That no good son a bitch has no business being in this match!

I hit the big bastard from behind and he falls on all fours on the floor. He looks at me and gets up. I punch away at his big nose, he tries to block it but he's too slow and can't. The crowd cheers even more as I clothesline the big horse over the retaining wall into the aisle between the fans. I climb over the rail. He starts to run away through the fans like the big bitch that he is. I run through the fans and chase after him.

Silverback

I pull myself back to my feet using the ring ropes. Zenaku keeps beating him down in the crowd. I turn around to go back to my oppo--

"WHAM!" he hits me with the Pounce!

"Ohhhh!" the crowd says.

Soultiger goes for the cover. The referee counts,

"1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out! The crowd's cheers! I am not ready to be out of this match just yet!

Soultiger pounds his fists on the canvas in frustration. He's shaking in disbelief. I've taken the Pounce one too many times for it to keep me down. He wrenches my head and pulls me back up. I break away from his grasp, he goes for a punch, I duck underneath it and get behind him, and he turns around.

BAM! I kick him in the gut and pick him up over my head a second time. I drop him in the center of the ring. I run and bounce off the ropes, leap over and bounce off the other set of ropes. I jump as high in the air as I can and come down as over 500 pounds comes down on his back.

I hear cheers and claps from the crowd. I hit the Tidal Wave perfectly; this has got to be it!

I turn my opponent over onto his back and go for the cover.

The referee counts, "1 . . . 2 . . .--"

"Ohhhh!" I hear the crowd say. I turn and see the referee is suddenly gone; he's not in the ring.

"Hah!" I hear a voice scowl. I look outside the ring and it's the Husky Brothers stomping away at the defenseless referee.

"Hey!" I yell as I get up. Nubis gets on the apron and decks me in the face, knocking me on my butt. The crowds boos continue . . . until someone with a very familiar bear scent comes out.

Coach Striker comes out from behind the curtain and starts running down the ramp out here. The two husky brothers see him and try to go after him but they are not quick enough as they both get clotheslined down onto the steel. They both grab at their heads painfully but my love won't let them go. He grabs Nubis by the head and quickly gets his arms around is waist.

"Yeah!" I hear a fan cheer as he synchs in his time-tested bear-hug.

"Ahhh! Ahh!" the little husky screams as the big muscular brown arms squeeze the life out of him. He lets the little husky fall on the ramp. My love stomps and punches away at the other husky. My teddy came to the arena tonight just in case L.A.N.C. was up to no good.

WHAM!

"Ahh!" I feel the intense pain come from up my crotch as it takes over my whole body. I drop to one knee but try to keep standing. I won't let Soultiger beat me now.

I turn around only to see it's not Soultiger as I see the championship come right at me before it gets smacked right across my head.

"Ohhhh! Booooooo!" the crowd yells.

Testify

I watch on the monitor in the backstage area as Polarity grabs the championship from the timekeeper's table and gets into the ring and low blows Silverback before hitting him in the face with the title belt. Once Zenaku left the room I knew I had to monitor the match from right here behind the curtain.

She drops the championship in the center of the ring next to Soultiger and turns to mess with the fans; I bet she feels pretty damn proud of herself.

"That bitch!" I yell as I pull back the black curtain and run down the ramp as fast as I can. I slide into the ring. The crowd's cheers grow but while she has her back to me while jaw-jacking with the fans.

My legs jump up and down in eager anticipation, just waiting for the moment that she turns around and sees me. I want her to see me.

She turns.

BAM! Final Breath!

"Ohhh!"

"YEAH!!!" I scream out pounding on my chest as I hit her with the Final Breath superkick. Oh my God I've been waiting to long to do that!

The crowd comes out of their seats. I smile wide as I stare at the crowd before a couple of officials carry her out of the ring. I look down and see Coach Striker getting beaten down in the corner near the retaining wall.

I act fast by getting up to the top turnbuckle. I jump off and fly in the air before they turn their attention towards me as I come crashing down on top of them.

Silverback

I lay in the ring with the pain still running up from between my legs. I look up at the lights as Soultiger's sweaty arm covers my chest. We both lay there for a moment until I see a new referee slide into the ring. He counts,

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

The fans keep cheering us on, everybody is standing. There's carnage all over the ring. This has to end now. I need to finish this fight.

We are both up. I kick him in the gut. He doesn't even have the strength to even try to get away. I pick him up over my head and drop him down in the center of the ring. The crowd anticipates as I bounce off the ropes and leap over my opponent. I bounce off the other ropes and jump up with one more Tidal Wave. I hit it! I turn Soultiger over and cover him. The referee counts,

"1 . . . 2 . . . . 3!" DING-DING-DING!

My music thunders throughout the arena and the thousands of fans cheer me in unison. Everybody is in a frenzy. Clapping, jumping, cheering, all of it for me. I still lay there across Soultiger as the ring announcer says into his microphone,

"The winner of this contest, and new Gold Rush Restling Champion . . . Silverback!!!"

The spotlights twirl and sparkle as I look up at the top of the arena. I smell the scent of my sweet teddy bear as he gets into the ring and hugs me close in the center of the ring. I can't help it but let the tears fall out of my eyes as I hug his neck.

"You did it love!" he says. I try to say something back but my face wells up with pure emotion as the tears keep flowing down my face.

"Silverback," I hear a voice say. We break the hug as the referee paws me the GRR Championship belt. I grab it and hug it close to me. Striker keeps hugging me with the championship between us as the music continues and the crowd cheers and claps in appreciation for me and the match they have just seen.

I try to sit up. My teddy helps me as we scoot out of the ring. When my feet touch the floor Testify and Zenaku are already waiting there for me with big smiles on their faces. They take my arms and put them over their shoulders to help me get to the back after the helluva war. Striker holds onto my championship and raises it in the air and the fans keep cheering me.

I go up the ramp with my friends carrying me. We pull back the black curtain and my teddy bear hugs my very close and kisses me deeply.

"Congratulations . . . champ." He smiles at me. I smile back.

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Testify

Me and my wolfy get settled into our hotel room. We still have a few hours before tonight's Monday Night Warzone. I drop my bags and lie on the bed, trying to relax after the 220 miles we had to drive to the next scheduled city.

"Ugh," Zenaku lies facedown in the pillow very exhausted. I tickle his ear and kiss his sweet head. I hear a muffled murr come from him. I smile happily as I playfully tug on his tail, he murrs again.

"Come on wolfy, I'm feeling frisky and I want to play hehe." I keep tugging.

He pops his head out of the pillow, "Well I don't blame you, I'd be on cloud nine if I found out my bitch ex-girlfriend just got fired."

I bounce happily on the bed. I can't help but smile and laugh. Ms. Draxa was so mad at Polarity for her actions last night that she decided to terminate Polarity.

"I know, isn't it just sad . . . hahahahaha!"

He giggles but puts his face back down in the pillow.

I smile happily as I reach my hands down into his jeans and start slowly rubbing his butt. His tail wags and thumps on my arm as I rub.

"Come on, we should celebrate. Silverback is GRR Champion, we are the tag team champions, and I will never have to see Polarity again . . . oh, I've got a hard on hehe."

He turns over to his side smiling at me. The lump in his pants already tells the story. I tell him, "Good boy," and I unbutton them and pull the zipper down. I rub his pubic hair as I pull down his underwear and his cock flops onto the bed.

"Hehe alright pup, what do you want to do?" he asks.

I kiss his sweet muzzle, "Whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Yep, I am yours for the taking, stud." My tail swings back and forth, "What do you want to do?"

"Hmm, I really want to just pleasure my loving foxy." I lie on my back and pull my pants down quickly, letting my hard grow. He holds me close and kisses me deeply, "What do you want me to do foxy?"

"Hmmm, pleasure me stud."

"How?"

I kiss him, "Just do what your heart tells you to do, it's done wonders for me hehe."

THE END

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Author's Final Thoughts

I just wanted to say thank you to all those that read "G.R.R." I had an awesome couple of months working on this series that ties my love of wrestling with my love for God (and furries of course). I had to reveal a lot of my personal life as I struggled with the same problems that Testify had with coming out of the closet while dealing with a busy life. But it's also a lot of fun for me to finally get the story down on paper. And I must thank God for giving me the talents and abilities to write this series. Thank you, sir!

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