G.R.R. All-Extreme Ch. 5
G.R.R. All Extreme:Chapter 5 By: Silverback Christianpaw I was in a great mood as my car pulled up to the arena. It's that wonderful kind of mood knowing that you are going to cause some chaos. What's the worst they can do to me if I create some turmoil? Get fired? I'm already fired. The night was already in full-effect and the parking lot was crowded with hundreds of cars but all of the people were already inside for today's taping of All-Extreme. The show was already at least half-over at this point. I took a deep breath as I walked through the lot and up to the ticket booth. I wore my snazzy black leather jacket and my good jeans. Feels pretty good to come to these just as a fan. The ticket-holder, a balding rhino, smiled at me, "How may I help you sir?" clearly didn't know me. "Yes my good man, I'm in the mood for some hardcore wrestling tonight. I'd like a ticket to the show please," I said as I pulled out my wallet. "Uh ok, just to warn you, the show is pretty full, only nosebleed seats are left." I smiled, "I'll take it, one seat please." "No problem," he started pulling one of the tickets out, "Course as you may have heard they are trying to get away from hardcore wrestling all together." I looked at him nonchalantly, "Really, aww that's a shame." I paw him the money and he hands me a ticket. "Part of the show is already over but I hope you enjoy what's left of it," the rhino gave me another smile. I smiled, "Oh don't worry, hehe I will."
I got my big bucket of popcorn and a ice-cold coke as I made my way to my seat. A guy with the arena asked for my ticket and I showed it to him and he pointed about 9 rows down from the back of the arena. I walked down the steps as the loud sounds of in-ring action were going on. It appeared to be a random filler tag team match. I could hear the sounds of when they hit the ring canvas just echo like a big boom throughout the arena. The lights looked a lot brighter to me watching the action as opposed to competing. It actually looked really exciting, been a good long time since I got to watch wrestling as a fan, though my motive that night was to get the championship so I can stick it in Adam Armahdo's face. The murmurs of the fans around me were starting to take full effect as some of the nearby fans started turning their eyes to me and making their faces. I smiled a little as I heard the "Oh my Gawd it's Raynge!" "Raynge Husky!" "It's Raynge!" This might be kinda fun, I thought. No hurries I guess. I sat down in the empty seat in the 9th row in section L. Was greeted by a couple of wolves. The silver one was wearing a G.R.R. cap and a basic black shirt. The other was a blue wolf who had a bigger belly on him, and wore an All-Extreme T-shirt, "Hey, are you Raynge Husky?" the blue wolf asked excited. "Damn straight I am, I didn't want to miss the tournament finals!" I chatted. "Oh shit!" the blue wolf turned to the silver one, "It's him, it's him" he said. I felt a big bear paw on my shoulder and looked behind me to see a couple of bears, two who appear to be married, sitting in the seats behind me, the male was smiling wide, "Mr. Husky, nice to meet you sir," he said extending his paw also very excited. I smiled and shook his paw, "Hey, Mr. Husky is my dad's name, my friends call me Rayne," I said. The bears both smiled wider. The wolves both extended their paws as well and I shook them both. Another nearby fan who was separated by the handrail asked me for a pic and I quickly took it. The silver asked me, "Where have you been man? Rumor is that you got fired from G.R.R." I took a big pawful of popcorn and threw it into my muzzle, letting most of the popcorn fall down on my chest all smug, "Naw man. Whomever told you that is just bullshitting you. Did you hear that on the dirt sheets?" Both wolves nodded, "Yeah man, they said you got into a confrontation with Armahdo and he fired you." I cleared my throat and said so all the nearby fans could hear, "Well don't believe them. It's just some nerd trying to spend rumors so he can get some page-views. But enough of that, I gotta ask; did I miss the tournament finals yet?" The fan near the handrail said, "No, but they said the main event was next." "Sweet, I didn't miss it. Who's in the finals?" "It's Light Husky vs. G-Hyena" My tail literally drooped down, "Oh Gawd really? Light Husky made it to the finals?" "Yeah man, he cheated to win the semi-finals. But tonight we crowd the new champion? Dude, I thought you won the belt?" Guess this fan didn't watch last week's show, "I did, but don't worry man, I'll explain it all soon. I've got a plan." The questions and comments continued through the end of the filler match but everybody put their focus back on the show once bell rang: Ding-Ding. The ring announcer stood in the middle of the ring with microphone in hand and said, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it's the finals match to crown the winner of the vacant All-Extreme World Heavyweight Championship." I started losing interest as I thought of my strategy. G-Hyena; a gray hyena who wore a white spandex shirt and black trip-pants, came down the ramp once his music played. Honestly haven't seen much of the guy. When the All-Extreme roster was created they had a mix of EAHW guys like myself and Brian Hunter, G.R.R. guys like Light Husky and Clyde S. Dale, and some new talent getting some TV time on this brand. Some new music came on as Light Husky came out wearing purple trunks and I was relieved to hear the entire arena, including my friends around me, boo him out of the damn building. I would have booed as well but I didn't want to create any more attention to myself than I already had. I sat back and watched, I need to pick my time accordingly to strike. DING-DING-DING! The two guys tied up in the ring and I got excited to see G-Hyena hitting the strikes to Light early on. He was a bit shorter and smaller than Light was. He shot him into the ropes and took him down with an arm-drag and immediately placed his knee on Light's side and kept hold of his arm so that he remained in control. Light flipped himself back up onto his feet in an impressive nip-up and quickly turned it around and wrenched G-Hyena's arm behind his back. G-Hyena ducked his head underneath turned it around and lit up Light's chest with a open-pawed chop. CHOP! "Woooooooooooo!" the crowd all cheered in unison. Light yelped in pain as he got to the turnbuckle before getting hit with another one. CHOP! "Wooooooooooo!" Light grabbed him and put him into the turnbuckle and riled up for a chop of his own but G-Hyena quickly got out of the way, switched back around, and delivered a third chop that was not only louder than the first two but it was so hard that Light tumbled over the top rope and landed out on the floor. The fans all around me and the rest of the arena clapped and cheered as G-Hyena headed out of the ring after him. The referee immediately started the 10-count as G-Hyena picked his opponent up. He went for the irish whip, Light turned it around and whipped his opponent into the steel steps at the edge of the ring, BAM! "Ohhhhhhh" the fans moaned. G-Hyena laid on the ground holding his shoulder in pain as he tried to make his way back to his feet. Light grabbed the back of G-Hyena's head and got ready to slam him face-first into the steps. G-Hyena put his arms in front to block it before landing a hard elbow into Light's chest. Light let go just long enough for G-Hyena to grab hold of his head as he tried to slam it down into the steps. But Light blocked it as well. "Grah!" Light screamed as he got his opponent with a hard kick into his gut before taking him and throwing him over the Spanish announce table. The two Spanish commentators immediately got up from their chairs as G-Hyena landed on the floor by their feet getting tangled up in wires. The crowd cheered. Light quickly got back in the ring and then immediately got back out again to stop the referee's 10-count. He looked up and taunted the crowd by yelling confidently with his paws up in the air. I just had to wait for my moment to strike. That championship was coming home with me no matter what. Light reached over the table to grab G-Hyena's hair only for his opponent to pop up from behind the desk and splash a bottle of water right in Light's face. Oh, beautiful! Light tried to furiously wipe the water out of his eyes as G-Hyena hopped up onto the table. Light got his vision cleared and turned around just in time for G-Hyena to jump off the table, wrap his legs around Light's neck and flip him hard onto his back with a huge Hyennacaranna! The crowds cheers grew louder. G-Hyena got himself back in the ring and got ready for his next move as Light held his back in pain as he made his way up back on his feet. G-Hyena backed up into the ropes for the springboard, he dashed across the ring and in a feat of athleticism by Light Husky he slipped into the ring and hit the hyena with a massive dropkick to his stomach. "Ohhh!" the crowd moaned along with G-Hyena. Light went for the cover and the referee got down on all fours to slam his paw on the mat to make the count, "1 . . .2 . . ." G-Hyena got his shoulder off the mat for the kick-out. I could see the look of anger in Light's eyes even from where I sat. He was going to have to think of something new. He got off of G-Hyena but not before leaving a few punches to the him in the process. Light flipped his hair back as he made his way to the nearest turnbuckle and ascended to the top rope. G-Hyena got on his knees and made it back to his feet. He turned around just in time as Light jumped off the top rope. G-Hyena quickly got his arm out and let his opponent fall into a huge punch right into his stomach, a splash of saliva flying out of his mouth. The hyena quickly followed up by wrapping his arm around the his waist and turned him around and on his back with a gut-wrench suplex. Before Light knew it his shoulders were down and G-Hyena cleverly had a neck-bridge going to keep his shoulders off the mat. The referee quickly got down and made the count, "1 . . . 2 . . ." Light kicked out. Ah, that was so close! They both get back up to their feet and G-Hyena delivers a quick martial-arts kick to the husky's leg. He lands another on the other leg, and then a third to the first leg again, but on the fourth kick Light caught his ankle and quickly took him down to the mat and put his own leg in between as he bent the G-Hyena's leg over his own. Light reached out and got his bicep up underneath the chin of the hyena in a great STF submission hold. The referee quickly got down on his knees again and started to ask G-Hyena if he wanted to quit. "Tap out! Tap out dammit!" Light scowled as he kept the STF locked in. G-Hyena's muzzle was almost bent in half against Light's clenched arms as he tried to crawl his way to the ropes. I know from experience how that hold can mess with your neck and your back very quickly and getting to the ropes is a chore in it of itself because your legs are useless while locked in this hold, so it's all upper-body strength while your vertebrae is being contorted. Some of the crowd started clapping. Pretty soon the claps of the crowd were making themselves known all over the arena as they tried their best to will G-Hyena on to make it to the bottom rope. He crawled more and more until he finally reached out and was able to get his paw on the bottom rope. The referee immediately put his attention towards Light and told him to break the hold. He refused and kept the hold on and the referee started to furiously count. By the count of four Light let go of the hold and got back to his feet. He waited in anticipation for G-Hyena to get back up and raised a paw out to his side and the other in the air. I remember seeing that he does this to get himself ready for his finishing move, which I believe he now called the 3.0. G-Hyena turned around and Light quickly clenched him into a hug-like grip with one arm set around the hyena's neck. Light quickly jumps up and does a back-flip and bringing his opponent for the ride as G-Hyena gets forced into a front flip and lands on the back of his neck with most of Light's weight tumbling down on top of him as well. "Ohhh!" the crowd yells, some of them cheering and clapping for the maneuver. Light goes for the cover again as the referee counts, "1 . . . 2 . . ." G-Hyena kicks out! The fans start coming to their feet and clapped more and more as both of the competitors make their way back to their feet again. I can't wait any longer. If Light hits him with another one of those I may lose my chance of getting the title belt. I set my popcorn down and got out of my seat as I quickly made my way down the steps. It was a pretty big arena so it wasn't going to be easy but I had to act fast. I kept looking up at the ring, I couldn't concentrate on the match anymore as I heard the referees counts of 1 . . . 2 . . . and then nothing. Assuming another kick-out there. I made it down to the floor and saw a clear path to the guardrail over to the ring. I ran as fast as I could but all of a sudden a BIG bear with a security shirt pounced me and knocked me into a nearby lady's chair, knocking over her soda, which spilled into my fur. "The hell are you doing?" the massive bear gruffed. "I have to get in there. I work here!" I yelled as I tried to get up. I made my way over the guardrail out onto the ring floor but by that time two other security guards, both humongous as well, ran down to ringside to pin me down. "Grah! Get off me! Where's Armahdo?!" I heard another major thump in the ring with the crowds reactions getting louder and louder. I couldn't see what happened but could hear the referee make the count, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3!" All of the fans made it to their feet in all of this craziness. The bear pulled me up to a standing position and I saw G-Hyena down on the mat with Light holding the All-Extreme Championship belt high and I took a quick glance and noticed a pair of brass knuckles being kicked out of the ring and landing a few feet away from me. "Ugh, fuck! Let go of me!" I scowled. Before I knew it I saw Adam Armahdo in a business suit coming down to ringside. "Get him the hell out of here!" he yelled. "What are you going to do?!" I yelled back. "Get him out of my arena!" he commanded again. "What are you gonna do?! Fire me?! I'm already fired! Fire me!" I yelled as the security guards started escorting me out of the arena. "Get that son of a bitch out of here!" Armahdo screamed. SLAP! "Ohhh!" the crowd moans as Armahdo slaps me right in the face. "Oh, you son of a bitch!" I yell. I couldn't believe it! He slapped me while I was being held back by security! "Get him out of here!" he said again. SLAP! He slapped me a second time, this time even harder than before. One of the security guards gruffs gets in between us, "Hey, whoa! Relax! Relax!" he said. Another one of the big guards let go of me to keep us apart, with one one guard holding me back. This is my chance. I swiftly pull my arm out of the grip of the security guard. I make a break for it and slid into the ring. G-Hyena was still sticking around watching all of this go down but Light Husky was already long gone. I quickly got out of the ring and ran into the space in between the entrance ramp and a bunch of fans as I made my way to the backstage area with the security guards running after me.
I snuck my way into the backstage area. Thankfully I managed to lose security. I tried to keep myself as hidden as possible knowing that security and Armahdo were all after me. I hid behind a couple of black production cases and tried to rest. I reached up and felt my cheek, which was still burning from the slaps I received as a gift from Armahdo. Unfortunately, Light Husky won the bogus tournament and more importantly won my All-Extreme World title. An hour-and-a-half had passed as I waited behind the cases near the exit to the parking lot. I quickly ducked down again as I saw a few production guys were walking to the nearby parking garage as they wheeled a television camera on a rack out to the garage. The crew members were setting up the cameras, probably doing pre-tape interviews for the website. They're always told to interview the wrestlers ASAP and to get them in the moment. "Is the angle correct?" I heard one of the crew members ask. "Light, please, just a quick minute of your time," I heard another voice say. It sounded like they were getting close. I duck down completely behind the case and looked under as a couple sets of paws walk-by followed by a suitcase on wheels rolling by. "Recording," another guy said. The interviewer asked again, "Please, Mr. Husky, just a moment of your time." I peeked my head up and watched as the camera turned and caught Light Husky walking out to his car, the Championship draped over his shoulder, I couldn't help but get angry seeing that championship on him and not on me. He didn't deserve it, nor did he beat me for it! "How long is this going to take? The champ has a night of partying to get to," Light said arrogantly. The interviewer held the microphone up, "How does it feel to win this impromptu tournament and become the new All-Extreme World Heavyweight Champion?" I stayed quiet. I wanted to hear what he had to say. Light unlocked his black rental car and opened the trunk before facing the camera, "Let me tell you something; it's about damn time that this company finally wised up and gave me the ball! I've been taking a backseat to the locker room for far too long. I did it when I was on the other brand but I'm not going to here. It's about time that the company finally cut out all the damn politics and realize just who is the franchise of this brand, and that's me! I am the All-Extreme World Heavyweight Champion! I worked for this title! I fought for this title! I earned this title, and I'm going to hold this for the rest of my career." Interviewer asked, "Let me ask you, how do you feel about winning the Championship under the circumstances that the title got stripped off of Raynge Husky?" My tail perked up, I'm surprised they even mentioned me, but Light just growled, "Let me set the record straight, and you guys better make sure you capture this on camera: Raynge Husky is nothing compared to me. He used garbage cans and tables to get to the top, and looked where that got him. I am a professional wrestler. I'm here because of my talent and because of my abilities. Thank God and thank a brilliant General Manager like Armahdo who cleaned out all of the bullshit garbage wrestling this brand had become . . . polluted with." My growls started getting louder. I wanted to pounce him and just rip that championship right off of his shoulder. But I tried to relax, I wanted to wait til he was alone. ". . . the trash has been taken out and now we can focus on what we are here to deliver, and that's wrestling. It doesn't surprise me that Raynge came out to attack me, he's going to be spending the night in jail for that! After that he will be in the indies, watching me on TV every week being a success and collecting his paychecks." ...That's it. I pop out from behind the crates and lunge for the son of a bitch! He sees me and drops the belt to the ground but it's too late for him as I pounce land a hard right hook right to his cheek, "Hyah!" He gets his head down and his fists up to try and cover himself. Before I know it we are both just throwing paws like no tomorrow! We were landing blows on each other anywhere we can find. I growl as I land a few clubbing blows on his back before being hit with a hard right knee into my stomach. "Gah!" I groan as I cling to my abdomen in pain. "Ugh! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Light said. I fired back with, "THIS!" I hit and good uppercut to the chin. I grab him by the fur on the back of his neck and run him into the side of his rental car, THUNK! I grab him by the back of his neck again and throw him into a nearby metal trashcan. BAM! The can falls over, spilling it's contents to the ground only for the wind to spread it around the parking lot. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the camera guys were following close by to document. I look down as the half-dazed husky rolled over onto his stomach and was trying to get back up. I growl as I grab the trashcan. I took a deep breath before I pick the can up over my head and slam it down onto Light's back. BAM! I growl. I lost my championship, lost my job, and this poser is parading around as the new World Champion, the All-Extreme champion, a championship that I fought for ever since it was the EAHW World Title. Meanwhile, one of my good friends gets attacked and hospitalized? This is not right. I can't stand by and watch a wrestling organization, a brand that was supposed to be my brand, be turned into a corrupt corporate nightmare. I pick him up out of the trash and use all my rage to grab him by the throat and slam him back against his car. I get in front and start landing shots to his face. Surprisingly, he grabs my arm and switches us around and in a blink of an eye he's landing rights and lefts to my face. I quickly kick him in the chest before pulling the handle of the car door and pull it open hard as it hits Light shoulder-first with a loud thud. I look around and see now several cameras are around us. It wouldn't be long before Armahdo or the security come around here. I had to get this finished or I would never be able to get the championship. I try to pick him up, with a kick to his gut for good measure but then I feel his paw grab me by my ear and slam me into the windshield, CRACK! The windshield cracked on impact. I feel the paw grab my ear again but I swing around and kick him in the gut and them slam him headfirst into the side of his car again. Light groans falling to his knees. I look around at all of the cameras. There's three cameras now recording all of this. Without a doubt this will all be seen by Mr. Armahdo. I growl, "Give me the camera. Give me the camera dammit! I have a message for Armahdo!" I yank the camera from one of the cameraman as he quickly uncliped the wires from his belt. Light used the car to gingerly pull himself back to his feet. I took a quick look at the lens and gave a big smile before I spoke, "Hey Armahdo, something is going on around here (pant) and I'm going to find out what it is, and my investigation starts right now!" I turn the camera back around and run up as I clock Light in the side of his head with the camera, THWACK! Light collapsed into the trunk. I drop the camera to the ground before I slam the trunk door closed and reach down and grab the G.R.R. Championship and sling it over my shoulder. I grabbed another camera and I could see in the lens of the camera that there was a stream of blood going down the side of my face as I said into the camera, "Hey Armahdo! Looks like my suspension is over and uh," I look at the title shining over my shoulder once again, "Looks like the champ is back Jack! Hehe, see you next week!" I ran off into the night as I headed for my car so I can get the hell out of there. TO BE CONTINUED . . .