G.R.R. All-Extreme Ch. 3
G.R.R. All ExtremeChapter 3"Tooth and Claw"By: Silverback ChristianpawRaynge
"How many times do I have to tell you?! Extreme Rules matches are just too dangerous for this company. I don't want to have this match!" Adam Armahdo, Grunk's assistant, said to me. He called me into his office as I was stretching and getting ready for my match tonight here at Tooth and Claw. The show has already started so there's no more time to change things . . . at least that's my opinion.
"But this is what this brand is all about! It's about using weapons and doing all you can for a good competitive wrestling match. It's interactive, intense, and it's fun!"
The black dragon scoffs, "Fun? Please! It's nothing but senseless violence and I will not tolerate it!"
"You're not the boss here, Grunk is the one--"
"Grunk is inaccessible right now," he growls, "and while he is gone, G.R.R. Management has left me in charge of All-Extreme. Now, in a normal situation I would change this match to a regularly sanctioned match," he growls this time under his breath, "but since Brian Hunter decided to go over my head and tell our media team that this match is going to be an Extreme Rules Match we have to give the fans what they paid to see."
"Good," I said with some frustration.
Armahdo got right in my face, "But let me make two things perfectly clear to you. If this match wasn't already advertized on all of our shows then this match would be changed. And while Grunk is in the hospital, I am the one who's in charge. Do you understand me?"
I looked down at his angry face, his black and red eyes were very serious, probably too serious for this kind of situation. Getting hurt is always possible with these kinds of matches, but both Brian and I are professionals, we know how to handle ourselves in the ring. Besides, injury can happen in any match, not just Extreme Rules. But regardless, I don't want to start this night getting on the bad side of the boss. I already have enough crap going on.
"Yes, I understand." I said.
"Yes . . . what?" he said.
I growl, "Grrrrrrr, yes . . . sir."
"Good, now go get ready for your match, have a great match, and good luck." He gives me a big smile . . . he's full of shit.
I walk out of his office, now fucking pissed off that he wants this match changed. Why the hell did he even call me into his office if he wasn't going to change to match anyway? What the fuck? He probably just wants to flaunt his new-found power around here. Well, Grunk will be back running things hopefully soon.
But now I have to focus on the task at paw, my shot at the All-Extreme World Championship, Extreme Rules match with Brian Hunter, Tooth and Claw pay-per-view. Time to get really serious . . . oh, fuck me.
"Hey," Light Husky says walking up to me, "Hmm, what were you talking about with Armahdo in his office, about how you two are going to conspire against Brian Hunter to make sure he loses the title tonight?" I growl, "No Light, now if you'll excuse me," I start to walk off but he steps in front of me to get in my face again,
"Where do you thing you're going?" He smiles at me, I can already tell what's on his mind.
"Hmm, well I guess I'm going . . . right through you."
I punch him right in the face, "Gah!" he backs up but I don't let him go for a second. I push him up against the wall and punch him in his ugly little face over and over again. I grab him by the back of his head and slam him hard into an anvil case. He curls over in pain as he slides down to his butt. I deliver a good stomp into his chest with my big black wrestling boot before slamming the back of his head into the anvil case again.
"Not tonight Light, as you can see, I'm not in the mood!" I say to him as he lies on the floor half-conscious and hopefully in a lot of pain.
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"The following contest is an Extreme Rules Match and is for the All-Extreme World Heavyweight Championship," the ring announcer says into the microphone.
My rock music starts playing as I walk out to the crowds of thousands of fans with my Hardcore Championship belt over my shoulder (although I am not defending it tonight). I always love pay-per-view events because we get much bigger arenas that always have more people to watch our product. And this is one of the pawful of times a year we share the same arena with the other GRR brands (Warzone and Uncensored). But this is All-Extreme's contribution to this pay-per-view, and guaranteed we're going to completely blow everyone else off the card.
I set my Hardcore Championship in the corner to get myself ready for action. I'm not going to think about Armahdo or Light Husky's b.s. My mind is going to focus on this match, because if I don't then there's no way I'm walking out of Tooth and Claw the All-Extreme World Champion.
Drums started blasting as a generic metal song came on and Brian Hunter walks out from behind the curtain and down the ramp, black EAHW shirt (since he always wrestles with a shirt to hide his secret flab), the World Championship strapped around his waist, and a big garbage can in his paws. I'm ready to jump out of my boots. I could tell Hunter was feeling the same exact thing I am, his weasel tail was swaying, but we both knew we should wait for the our official ring introductions . . . ah fuck it.
I get out of the ring, the referee tries to stop me but tough luck for him. I start running up the ramp as fast as I can, Hunter quickly unfastens the championship and lets it drop on the ramp and lifts the garbage can up over his head. I leap and hit him with a kick to the stomach. I kick the garbage can out of his grasp as it rolls to the retaining wall next to a bunch of screaming fans.
Ding-ding-ding. The bell sounds anyway as I throw heavy rights into my opponent. His head bouncing with each and every blow as we both make our way back up the ramp. He ducks one of my punches and spins around to hit me with a hard clothesline across my face which knocks me down on the cold steel. I quickly try to get up
BASH! The garbage can gets bent as it's smashed on top of my head.
Before I knew it, my eyes open up again and I was at the bottom of the ramp. Hunter is looking under the ring apron and pulling out weapons like crazy. I use the time he's distracted to pull myself up. The silver weasel turns around and sees me, and has a big Singapore cane just ready be cracked over my head. He gets ready to swing,
"Oh shit!" I try to backpedal away but I'm stopped by the retaining wall,
CRACK!
"Ohhhh!" the fans yell as my body flops over the wall and in between a couple of fans. I accidently land in the guys lap before hitting the floor. He quickly grabs his soda and backs away. His friends must have thought it was a good idea because some of the people around me started scooting their chairs out and backing away from the action.
I start getting up when someone pulls on my hair. I get back up with the help of the wall and it's Hunter, I quickly hit him with a hard uppercut. It dazes him and I grab the back of his head and slam it on the top of the wall. I quickly look behind me to make sure no fans are in the way as I push off the wall with my leg and come back down on the back of his head with a guillotine leg drop.
We both flop over back onto the cement around all the trash and sodas sitting next to the chairs. One fan (can't tell if it's a male or a female) takes the time to touch my ass as I get back up. Hunter is also making his way up, I quickly grab one of the steel folding chairs, there's cushion on them since these are for the fans and not the ring crew, but the back of the chair is still steel. I raise the chair over my head and slam it down on the top of Brian Hunter's head.
"Ohhh!" the fans around me say. The fans that moved out of their chairs just stand around the area start jumping and hollering in excitement . . . which gives me an idea.
"Give me room! Give me room!" I quickly shout to everyone as I hop back over the wall to ringside and take a few steps back. I watched some more of the fans get up from their seats and stand around, leaving a good gap of nothing but chairs and my opponent. I squat down and with a head full of steam, sprint to the gap. The fans shout as I somersault over the wall and crash into Brian Hunter, chairs and all.
"Ohhhhhh!" the fans yell as my back lands on top of Brian's head and my leg gets caught up in one of the chairs. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" all the fans start chanting. Now all the fans around me are cheering, hollering, jumping, whistling, they're going nuts! And I fucking love it.
I get up as a coyote extends a paw for a high five. I slap it and quickly go back to my opponent, delivering a hard stomp to the back of his head.
The referee gets pissed, "Come on, get it back in the ring!"
I ignore him and climb back over the wall and get into the ring. I have no time to waist, I have to capitalize on this.
I ascend to the top turnbuckle, just waiting for Hunter to make his way up, and I could see he was already stirring. The referee continued to yell at me to get off the rope and wait for him to come back to the ring, but I don't care about him, it's Extreme Rules. Hunter stands back up, I jump off the turnbuckle out to him, but he quickly gets a chair up and just heaves it at me and it hits hard right in my face . . . and not on the cushiony side.
FWAP!
"Ohhhh!" the fans yell.
Oh shit, that fucking hurt. I try to get up again but my face feels like it's on the side of my face now (if that's even possible). Someone picks me up and rolls me into the ring, at least I think someone did. I lay in the ring until I feel my right leg get picked up off the mat. I regain my bearings enough to hear the referee's paw hit the mat,
"1 . . . 2 . . ." I quickly pick my shoulder up off the mat.
"Two!" the referee says.
Brian doesn't stop delivering the offense as he hits me with a quick legdrop across my face. My mind feels like it's on dial-up as my vision blurs when I turn my head. Before I know it my arms are wrenched behind me and Brian's legs are what's keeping them behind my back. Then his arms wrap around my head and pull it back. Hunter's got me in a camel clutch. The referee looks me in the eye and asks if I want him to ring the bell. Have I had enough? Am I ready to give up my chance at getting the World Championship?
"I'm just warming up dammit!" I shout as I use my strength to get my right arm out of his grip. I pull it out and try to turn myself over but Brian just goes ahead and lets go of the hold. I could tell he's looking for a new strategy, he thought the chair shot would take me out for good, but it didn't. Meanwhile, I need to think of my next plan of attack as well.
I get back up to my feet and turn around to find Hunter coming at me full-force with a cheese grater in his paw. He hits me in the head with it and knocks me back down. It wasn't as hard as the chair-shot earlier was but it's still metal and it hurts. Interesting, I've never seen a cheese grater used in match before. Well I guess use whatever you got to--
Hunter holds my head in place and drives the hard edges of the cheese grater into my forehead.
"Ahhh! AHHHHH!" the grater finishes with a twist as it leaves my forehead burning in a wall of pain. "Oh God!" I roll around in agony. I open my eyes and look down at the mat as blood starts dripping down. I can't see Hunter. I just try to find the nearest rope so I can get out. But Brian stops me and holds my head in a strong grip again and raids the cheese grater across my forehead again.
"Ah shit!" my forehead burns again. I roll just hoping to find a rope, finally my leg falls off the side of the ring and I roll out to the floor.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" the fans start chanting again as the blood runs thick down my face. Once again, Brian doesn't let me get a breath, he knows he's got me on the ropes (well bloodied and out of the ring in this case). He grabs my hair again to pull me up and knocks me down again with another weapon. I couldn't see it through all the blood, but it felt like another Singapore cane. I stagger around and wipe the blood out of my eyes just to see where I am going. Hunter hits me with a clubbing blow to the back but with weak delivery. Then he grabs the back of my head and shoots me into the ring post. My shoulder hits the black steel hard, but I'm happy to at least be upright for the moment. I lean on the ring post and work more on wiping the blood out of my eyes.
I can finally see again. I watch his feet hit the padded floor and he's got the cheese grater again but I'm not going to allow it.
BAM! I hit him with a hard jab to his face, then another, and another. I quickly swipe the cheese grater out of his paws as it hits the floor and hit him with a kick to the gut. He hunches over for a second but one second is all I need as I push myself up off the edge of the ring and hit Hunter with a hard roundhouse kick to the side of his head.
"Ohh!" some of the fans around me yell. Hunter finally goes down but I can't give him the opportunity to get up like last time, otherwise he will just lay into me again. I had to act fast. I quickly looked under the ring and pulled out whatever I could find, no time for shopping, it's just pulling out whatever the hell is under here, not even checking to see what they are. I pulled my head out from under the ring to see a bunch of weapons. A staple-gun, an iron, and ironing board, a lead pipe, another Singapore cane, and a steel chair; plenty to work with. I grab the chair (thankfully there's no cushion on this one) and quickly slam it down on Brian's arm as he lays on the floor. I hit him one more time just for good measure until I step on something. I look down and it's a camera wire, I look up and see a couple of camera guys around each corner of the ring recording this.
"Come here!" I motion for one of the camera guys to come closer to give me more wire. I grab the wire and wrap it around Hunter's neck and pull on it tight.
"Grahh!" the weasel groaned. I pulled on the cable harder so I can get him to sit up. I let go and grab my next weapon of choice, an iron (not plugged in of course) and slam him in the face with it.
"Ohhh!" the thousands of fans shout in unison. I go back to my cache' of weapons, I pick up the ironing board and just chuck it at his nearly lifeless body.
I look around for my next attack and see the commentator's table. Two guys have headsets and microphones on for commentary on the matches, they must really love their job, well, they're not going to love it as much since now they are standing with my next weapon.
"Get out of here!" I shout at them as I start pulling the monitors and knocking water bottles off. The fans start cheering louder as they know as well as I do that this table is going to get used to finally take down my opponent for the three count.
I feel another clubbing blow to my back (this one much harder) as Hunter quickly throws me back into the ring. He follows in and hits me with a clothesline. I quickly get back up so I can keep my advantage but he knocks me down again with another clothesline. I get up yet again, he goes for a third one, I duck it, we both turn around, I go for a kick, he catches it and hits me with a kick of his own to my side, then another, I hunch in pain, He hooks my head, and drops me into a DDT headfirst on the mat.
The fans start applauding. Sometimes things go so fast that I'm not even sure what happened. Hunter rolls my body up for the cover, the referee counts,
"1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out.
We both get up and shoot off the ropes opposite side of each other. We run towards each other, I go for a clothesline but he ducks it, we both hit the ropes again and get ready to collide but I shift around behind him and wrap my arms around his head and under his chin for a sleeper hold. He tries to struggle out of hit but I manage to cinch it in tight. The referee asks him if he wants to give it up and I hear him say no. Brian gets his arm behind me and his leg behind mine for me to lose my footing and fall so he can get out of the hold. My feet leave the ground but before I can fall I use his body for support as I back-flip and let go of the hold. I bounce off the ropes again and come back just in time to deliver a big boot to his face. He falls down, I go for the cover and the referee counts,
"1 . . . 2 . . ." he kicks out. I quickly get back up and jump up onto the middle rope and springboard into a legdrop across his chest. I've got him down but if I cover him again he will just kick out again. I need a more impactful move. Oh Mr. Top Turnbuckle?
I head to the nearest corner, some blood spills down in my eyes again and I quickly wipe it away as I push myself up to the top rope. I balance and turn myself around to deliver a big splash but my plan gets thwarted when Hunter runs up to the corner and leaps to the top rope, in one fluid motion hooks my head and suplexes me off the top rope and back out into the middle of the ring.
My body hits with a big thud but I get back up fast only to get met with a steel chair thrown at my face again,
BAM!
I fall down and Hunter goes for another cover, the referee counts,
"1 . . . 2 . . ." I grab the back of his head with one paw while I hook his leg with my other arm and roll him up for a cover on him. The referee counts again, this time on Hunter,
"1 . . .2 . . ." he kicks out.
We both get up but he's first to the line as he connects with a hard kick to my gut.
"Ohh!" I groan holding my stomach.
Hunter acts fast when he puts my arm in between my legs and lifts my big body up over his shoulder and drives it down onto the canvas with his finishing move, the Pump Handle Slam. He goes for another cover,
"1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out.
"Damn!" Hunter shouts.
"Two! Two!" the referee says.
I open my eyes, but my body is getting really tired, this match has been very fast-paced and my loss of blood is really starting to catch up with me. All of a sudden it gets very dark as my vision blurs again, then it refocuses and I realize there's a steel chair laying across my face.
BAM! Hunter drives it down into my face with another leg drop. My face feels like it just got sat on by an elephant. I've seen moves like this knock other wrestlers out, but I am no regular wrestler.
I weakly push the chair off my head to see Hunter climbing to the top rope. He must be getting desperate because he never climbs to the top rope, come to think of it I've never even seen him do a high-risk maneuver ever, what the hell is he thinking?
He gets to the top and looks down to make sure his feet are perfectly balanced, enough time for me to get up and toss the chair right into the side of his head,
FWAP!
"Ohhhh!" the fans yell. Hunter loses his footing he was trying so hard to get and just sits on the top rope. He looks almost completely out of it, enough time for me to hit one big final blow. I run up and deck him across the face, then an elbow on top of his head, and then push him up. His body lays back in loss of consciousness and exhaustion. I climb the ropes and grab him by the throat. He tries weakly to get out of my grip but I'm not going to let up. I stand him up, clutching at his throat as I get to the top rope. He's up, he's out of it but he's up, I look down at the announce table still completely cleared.
I pick him up and chokeslam him right through the announce table.
CRASH! BAM-BAM!
"Ohhhhh!" the fans yell. The table explodes under the force and his lifeless body falls with rubble all over him. Guh, I'm so exhausted I just go ahead and let my body fall off the top and land the best I can on the padded floor.
All of the fans come out of their seats in excitement, "All Extreme! All Extreme!" they chant. I can't waste any time, Hunter can come back and fight from underneath at any time. I have to get this back in the ring. I wish this was a hardcore match where falls counted anywhere, but it's Extreme Rules, the pinfall or submission has to be in the ring for it to count.
I crawl to the rubble and stagger back to a standing position. I grab Hunter's head, his near lifeless body follows. He tries to stand on his own power but just crumbles back down to his knees. I've got him down! I get the last bit of strength I got to lift him up by his armpits and roll him back into the ring. I slide in after him and make the cover, the referee counts,
"1 , , , 2 , , ," the fans cheers grow even louder as Hunter kicks out.
"Two! The referee says
"Gah!" I shout at the referee weakly, "That was three!"
"Two!" he says again.
"What the fuck?!" I pound my fist on the canvas. I can't believe it! I hit him with my best shot, and he still kicked out! What else can I do to him? If a chokeslam off the top rope through an announce table didn't do it then what the fuck will?
I roll to the outside and look under the ring apron for another weapon, there has got to be something that I haven't used yet that will do the trick, at least for three seconds.
My fingers touch a rugged piece of wood. I pull it out and find that it's not just any old piece of splintery wood, it's a two-by-four . . . with barbed wire wrapped around it. My jaw drops to the floor as the fans chants grow in unison. Oh my God, what a weapon! I even grab at the barbed wire to make sure it's as real as can possibly be. I look down at my paws after I let go, trickles of blood go down my paw, no rubber tipped shit here, it's real as real can get and is now my great equalizer. I'm ready to become the World Champion and I am going to get there here and now. I just know it!
I slide back into the ring wit the barbed wire covered two-by-four in paw. Hunter is staggering to get back up, I swing it with all my might and it connects right into his chest.
"Ahhhh!" Hunter screams.
"Ohhhh!" the fans yell.
I back up and swing again, this time aiming for his head
BAM! "Ahhhh!" he yells again.
"Ohhhh!" the fans groan even louder.
I drop the weapon and grab him by the throat while he still stands and pull him in for one more chokeslam right in the middle of the ring.
BAM! He hits with a thud and I weakly fall on top of him for the cover. The referee counts,
"1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"
Ding-ding-ding! My rock music starts blasting throughout the arena as the thousands of fans all stand on their feet still chanting away,
"Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"
The ring announcer says, "Here is your winner and the new All-Extreme World Heavyweight Champion, Raynge Husky!"
The fans cheers grow even louder. I lay in the ring and am finally able to soak up the chants. The referee leans down to ask if I'm okay as he lays my Hardcore Championship and my brand new All-Extreme World Championship across my chest. I open my eyes and look at it, I can't believe it, I did it! I won the big one! I am the World Champion? No, it can't be, but it is, I'm holding this, the referee awarded it to me, this belongs to me and only me.
I spring up to my feet and start jumping up and down with excitement like a little boy with a new toy to play with. Well, I don't care if I look ridiculous jumping up and down like a little boy, I got exactly what I wanted. I am the World Heavyweight Champion dammit!
I roll out of the ring and raise the title over my head again, still jumping up and down, the fans around me are excited,
"Yeah! You did it man!" a big black bear said.
"All-Extreme! All-Extreme" a young tigress with nice cleavage chanted.
"Yeah!" I shouted to myself as I hugged the championship close to my heart. This was the biggest prize in our company on this brand, you're on top of the food chain when you have this and you are able to call yourself champion. Man, and it was a great match too. What an awesome extreme rules match! The fans loved it, I loved it, and I have Hunter to thank for the opportunity. I should shake his hand and thank him for such a great match.
I look at him still lying in the middle of the ring, there's doctors and medical staff all around him with towels being soaked in blood. Oh no.
I climb back into the ring but the referee stops me, "No more, he's had enough."
"Hunter are you okay?" I ask. I push the referee out of the way and look at Hunter, he's bleeding from his chest badly.
"Ahh! Guh! God!" Hunter squeals.
"Oh man! Hunter I'm so sorry!"
Another official gets in front of me, "The EMTs need room to work, he needs to be stretchered out of here."
"Stretchered?" the moment I say that a few more EMTs come rolling a stretcher up to the ring.
"Alright guys let's get him out of here! We need to get him to the ER!" a female EMT said. They strapped his body to a board and started lifting it. Hunter was struggling to get away but they wouldn't let him go.
"Hunter, we need you to relax. That cut is very deep."
Hunter tries to speak, "I can't breathe."
"Hurry! Let's get him out!"
They finally manage to get him strapped to the board and on the stretcher. All the cheering and chanting I heard just a few minutes ago is long gone. The crowd that minutes ago was cheering me on and giving me high fives now all had concern on their faces.
I got out of the ring and opened the bottom rope to help them get Hunter out of the ring and onto the stretcher.
"Oh man Hunter I'm so sorry." I said again.
He tried to speak but instead I got a cough out of him.
I am glad to be the World Champion, but I didn't want it to cost me one of my good and fellow peers.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .