G.R.R. All-Extreme Ch. 2
G.R.R. All Extreme Chapter 2 By: Silverback Christianpaw Raynge Tuesday is finally here and the locker room was still buzzing about finding Grunk, our boss unconscious in his office. Thankfully, he has woken up and now he's resting comfortably in the hospital. He didn't know what happened. He said that he was looking over the night's run-sheet one second and everything went black the next. He suffered a concussion so he's going to be out of the office for a while. Everybody believes that Grunk was just over-worked, plus he was pretty overweight, and had a mild heart-attack or something, but I don't think that's true. I think he was beaten down by somebody. Somebody knocked his ass out when his back was turned, and I was going to get my proof somehow. I tried calling the production truck a few days ago because I know that his office has a security camera, I tried to get the footage but they called me back saying that they couldn't find it. Everything is just getting more puzzling by the moment. This week's taping of All-Extreme is going to start in about an hour and I'm ready to go. Got my bottle of water, I have my fists all taped up, black and silver trunks along with my heavy knee pads and elbow pads on. I could already hear the sounds of thousands of people filing in as I was going to check tonight's run-sheet. Light Husky, who was sitting on a production case tying his boots looked at me as I walked past him to look at the piece of paper on the board. "Hey Raynge," I hear. I turn around as Light walks up to me, "I heard that you called the production truck a few days ago." "What if I did?" I growl at him. What the hell is he doing getting into my business anyway? "They told me that they think you were the one responsible for Grunk being unconscious in his office and that you demanded the footage so you can get rid of all the evidence." "What? Who the fuck told you that?" "Oh come on Raynge! It's a perfect match. Look at Brian Hunter." "What about him?" My teeth stick out as I say it. "He's been buddy-buddy with him for years. Grunk even awarded him the World Championship. You're jealous that he didn't award the title to you, he didn't even consider you a contender for it. In your mind, if you take him out of the equation then maybe this show will start running the way it's supposed to. You have to make an impact to get your foot in the door and become successful in this business, run over a few people to make it to the top, you see." I bark loudly as I grab him by the neck of his shirt and violently pin him up against the wall, BAM! "Now listen up here you little punk," I snarl, "I don't know how you're used to doing things, but around here we get title shots because we earn them. And if you wanna talk about ass-kicking, I'll be happy to show you what one is like personally!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa guys," Brian Hunter immediately separates us away from each other. He's wearing the All-Extreme World Championship around his waist and an EAHW shirt on his back. "Guys, this is All-Extreme, we settle issues differently here. That's why there's a wrestling ring." He looked at Light, "and yes Raynge is right. We earn title shots here, so how about this. How about tonight you two have an Extreme Rules Match, and whomever wins that match I will give them a shot at my All-Extreme World Championship at Tooth and Claw. Light growls at me, "Fine, we'll settle this dispute in the ring and we'll see who is rightfully deserving of the title shot," he says defensively backing away from me. I've always respected Brian Hunter, whether it was in EAHW or now at All-Extreme he has always been a fighting champion who likes competition, especially against new talent like Light Husky. Granted, I was in EAHW with Hunter but it was towards the end and I was only a green, twenty-two-year-old. But now at twenty-four I've had the time to see what kind of character he is. Normally guys who are on top of the mountain tend to do whatever they can to stay on top and keep the title around their waist. Some guys I've known defend their championship only once a month. But not Brian Hunter, he will gladly defend his championship night in and night out, and that shows the great champion that he is. But I wonder, what the hell was Light Husky doing trying to get into my business, and then spewing all that bullshit. Little punk. Grr, he's probably just trying to get a rise out of me. Well he did, and that will be his worst mistake. I was just going to wrestle when I got here today, now with Extreme Rules and a title shot on the line . . . I'm gonna hurt him.
I leaned against a wall in the backstage area as I watched the monitor."The following contest is a number one contender's match and it will be contested under Extreme Rules," the ring announcer says into his microphone. Light Husky's music was on as he walks down the ramp to the ring. I take a few deep breaths and slap myself a few times into the face to get pumped. I'm ready to return what I love doing the most, no rules, no restrictions, hardcore wrestling. It's going to feel good being home again. I hold the Hardcore Championship close to my shoulder as I walk out from behind the curtain. I down at the ring, thousands of people on their feet cheering for me and a punk-ass Light Husky standing in the middle of the ring just ripe for the beating. I drop the belt on the ramp and spring forward full-force for the ring before the announcer can even introduce me. I slide into the ring and the fists start flying right from the get-go. I aim hard, and I mean hard for his face but he's able to stand right up there with me with the blows so I block both his arms and hit him with a headbutt. He backs up a few steps but seems unfazed by it. He meets me with a kick to the gut and shoots me into the ropes. I bounce off, duck a clothesline from him, bounce back and hit him with a flying clothesline across the face. I pop right back up to my feet and look down at my opponent. Some cheering and applause comes over the fans, and man it feels good to get the crowd's adulation, but now it's time to break out the weapons. I got outside and lifted the ring apron and there they were, tons of weapons for the picking. The weapons that were stored under the ring for extreme rules matches were different than any other hardcore matches. In hardcore matches there's your basic tables, chairs, trashcans and whatnot. But in extreme rules you get all of that and some special weapons you will only find in Extreme Rules. I pulled out everything I could get my paws on so I have plenty to work with. Singapore canes, a steel chair, a table, garbage cans, and to top it all off, a staple gun. I smile wide when I see the staple gun and quickly get back in the ring. Light is back up but I clobber him in the forehead with the metal staple gun and he goes back down. Before he even has a chance to recover I point it to his forehead and pull the trigger, SNAP! "Ahh!" Light cries out in pain holding at his head. I pull his paw away and put the gun to the side of his head and fire again, SNAP! "Ahh! Gah!" His body shakes a little as he holds his head and I see a little blood coming out of his head. I throw the staple gun down and jump back to the outside of the ring and start putting all of the weapons in the ring. The ring fills up as I toss the trashcans over the top rope and into the ring. I slide the sticks, the table, and the chair inside and climb back in. I reach down to grab Light Husky's head but he catches me off guard with a smack to the top of my head with the lid of one of the thrown-in trashcans. BAM! "Ohh!" the crowd says. He slams my head so hard it actually knocks me on my ass. I get back up but when I get up to my knees I see a trashcan coming at me and it smashes into my face. BAM! I look and see a Singapore cane, I reach out to grab it but Light stomps on my ribs with heavy boots. He walks away and I try to quickly regroup. I get to all fours but the husky growls linger in my ears and he comes back, grabbing me by my ears. He's got a big wooden table set up in the corner turnbuckle leaning up against the corner ropes and he shoots me in, but I hold tight and reverse it into a shoot of my own. Light lets go but stops himself before he can get slammed face-to-wood into the table. I charge after him but he leaves his feet as quick as lightning and knocks me down with a dropkick to my knee. He gets back up and delivers another kick, this time to my ribs. He goes to the ground and pound game and he hooks both my arms behind me and slides me back onto my shoulders. The referee gets down on all fours and starts counting me down, "1 . . . 2 . . ." I kick out. Man, a pinfall-attempt and I didn't even see it coming. We both get back up and Light kicks me again in the stomach. I hunch in pain and he hooks my head. He walks me over to the steel chair lying on the ring canvas, he's going for a DDT. His arm isn't holding my head tight enough and I slip out just as he falls back on hoping to deliver my head onto the cold steel, but all he hurts is himself. He holds the back of his head in pain. I capitalize quick and bounce off the ropes and hit him with a big legdrop across his face. He holds his head while I grab the steel chair. I grasp the two metal bars on the bottom and it always gives me a good, warm, and squish feeling . . . before I slam the cold metal down on his head. FWAP! His eyes are closed and he doesn't move. I lay the chair on top of his unconscious head. I bounce off the rope again and jump up for the second legdrop only to see him move out of the way at the last second so my hamstring hits nothing but metal. I hold the back of my leg so close in pain I don't see a black wrestling boot smash into my face with another one of Light's kicks right to my face. My head hits the back of the canvas from the impact. Nonetheless, I get back up. But Light has the chair now and he swings FWAP! "Ohhhhhhhhh!" the crowd gasps as the sound of the chair colliding hard with my skull echoes throughout the whole arena. I fall between the ropes out to the floor. He got me hard, very hard with the chair. I hold the back of my head in pain as I hear a mixture of loud cheering and a loud ringing. I look down at my paw and my head is bleeding. CRACK! "Ahh!" CRACK! "Ahh!" CRACK! "Ahh!" My arm shivers in pain as I feel the Singapore cane come down on me three times in the arm before being tossed away in a nearby retaining wall. I turn over onto my stomach to push myself back up. The blood streams down my face, causing a puddle on the pad. I hear some metal rustling but I don't know what it is. I can't get up so on instinct I just start crawling to try and get away. I crawl around the corner and find the announce table. I put a paw on it to push myself up when all of a sudden a chain gets wrapped around my neck and starts to choke me. "Come on Raynge! Get extreme! Come on tough guy!" Light yells at me as he wrenches the choke even more. I try to gasp for air but I can't get any in my lungs. My face get filled with pain as the blood spills into my eyes, blinding me. I reach out for the table again but nothing is there. Light places his knee down on my back to pin me down to the floor while the big metal chain just completely wrenches my neck. "Do you want to give it up Raynge?" the referee asks me, but I'm not going to have any of that. Light will have to knock me out to take that title shot from me . . . which is what he's going to do if I don't get out of this. I reach out again for the table and mercifully find it. I push myself back to my feet which makes the chain lodge deeper into my throat and I grab the chain to try and get some separation. "Grahh!" Light screams to keep the chain wrapped around me but I pull it away from my throat, it goes up over my nose, then past my eyes, until finally I quickly turn and kick Light in the gut. He holds onto to the chain, I do the same so he can't use it on me again. I deliver another kick to his gut. He finally lets go to hold onto his stomach and that's my opportunity to turn this around. I start to wrap the chain around his neck, he tries to fight it away and it's not wrapped tight, but it's wrapped enough to do some damage. I take the chain and whip him in the arm with a hard SMACK! before tossing him over the guardrail, into the first row at ringside, metal chain and all. "Whoa!" a tiger holding a beer says as he moves out of his seat. "Gah!" Light squirms as he lays at the feet of a few fans. I step my leg over the black retaining wall but once I get one leg over he kicks me in the knee and causes me to fall on my ass and knock over a little kid's soda cup. We both get up but Light is the one to land the first offensive mood with a hard chop to my chest. SMACK! "Woooooooo!" Most of the crowd cheers. I walk up the cement aisle-way that leads to it's first set of stairs. Light is right on my ass as he punches me in the face. I spin for a second to try and get away, but with the blood still all over my face I can see anything. I try to look up at the lights to figure out where I'm at when he hits me again in the face and I fall on the bottom stairs. "Get up!" Light scowls in my face and picks me up violently by my head. He slings my arm over his shoulder, grabs the waist band of my trunks and gives me a snap-suplex back on the cement. SMACK! "Ahh!" I scream out. "Come on tough guy!" Light continues giving me lip, "Come on! You're supposed to be extreme!" He slaps me in the face. "Come on!" he slaps again. My paws limp on the ground. He slaps me again. Suddenly my paw feels very cold as it touches something. I feel around for it and try to lift it. It feels like a can of something that is still very full. Light slaps me in the face again, "RAWR!" I yell as I clinch the can and toss the liquid right in his face. "Gah! Shit!" Light freaks out and tries to wipe the beer out of his eyes. Yeah, I could smell it. The fans around me start cheering me like crazy. An older gray wolf reaches his paw out to give me a high paw but instead I give him the can, "Hold this for a second!" I say to him. I kick Light in the gut, and then take the beer can right back from the older gentlewolf and smash the can in Light's face. "Woooo! Yeah!" the crowd continues cheering. He backs away wiping the beer out of his eyes and the crowd cheers like crazy. Light turns to start running but I give him a clubbing blow right in the back. I grab his skinny little neck to bring him back to the ring. The fans cheer even more as everybody starts pawing their beer cans to me, some spilling their beer on him and on the floor. A skunk spills his can on top of Light's head as I drag him back over the retaining wall and back to ringside. I climb back over but not before asking another fan for a beer. Several of the fans close by hold their beer cans out and I take one. Light tries to get up and I take a big swig of the beer before spitting it right in Light's face. "Ohh!" the fans claps and cheers, grow even louder. This is the fan interaction I miss, tons of rabid fans going crazy for two guys giving it their all. I smelled of beer now but it's like giving spinach to Popeye, I'm fired up now! "Rah!" I hit Light with a hard right to the face that makes him tumble back over the retaining wall back out to ringside. We make our way to the announce table again. I try to pick him up so I can drop his face across the hard wooden table but he counters out of my grasp with a kick to my gut. He grabs my arm to try and shoot me into the steel steps, I spin around to reverse it and shoot him into the steps. BASH! "Ohh!" the fans yell and start chanting, "Raynge! Raynge! Raynge! Raynge!" If I wasn't on cloud nine before, I damn sure was now. I look under the apron and pull out another Singapore cane. Light springs out for a clothesline, but I duck it. We both turn around him and CRACK! I crack him right in the top of his head with the wood. I wind up and hit him again, this time in the arm, "Ohhh!" goes the crowd. Then I hit him in the back, "Ohh!" The head, "Ohh!" The head again, "Ohh!" I scream out and throw the cane down. I beat myself on the chest as I roar out to the crowd. "Come on you little punk!" I yell at Light as he holds his head, using the announce table to keep himself up. I look at the ring-bell that's on a little table next to the announce table and wind up again. Light looks at me-- "DING!" I crack it across his head. His body falls back on the table with his legs dangling over the side. My tail wags as I drop the metal bell to the floor. I look down at his face as the blood spills out of his forehead. He is knocked out and not going to get up for a while but I need to capitalize now. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" I yell at the commentators. I wasted no time to make my final mark. I climb up on top of the announce table. The commentators back up even more as the two of us are on the table. The choke-slam has got to do it, a choke-slam through the table will be too much for this little punk husky. I reach and grasp tightly around his throat. "Ack!" Light's eyes and jaw open wide as he tries to gasp for air. I pull his little ass up to a standing position and grab the waist of his trunks. The crowd is getting amped up like they have been throughout this whole match. But they know as well as I do that it's time for this match to come to an end. With my clenched paw around his throat even tighter and pick him up and slam him down back-first down on the announce table. CRASH! I fall down onto my knees as the table collapses under the impact and our combined weight. "Ohhhhhh!" the crowd says in unison. I roll off the hard wooden table onto the padded floor and get back to my feet quick. Light's eyes are closed, he looks knocked out. I growl out loud and wipe the blood on my forehead. By now the blood isn't flowing very much and is drying a little so it's not in my eyes. The fans around keep cheering and trying to touch me as I kick a piece of the brown table away. I grab Light by his ankle and drag his ass off the broken pieces of table. It's not Falls Count Anywhere is Extreme Rules, you have to pin your opponent in the ring. I drag him to the apron of the ring and pick him up by his armpits and lift the dead weight into the ring. I push him and he rolls over onto his back. I climb in and the referee is ready to make the three count and so am I. I cover Light and hook his leg and the crowd is still going crazy as they all count with the referee, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3!" Ding-ding-ding! The fans chants and cheers grow even louder as my music blasts over the speaker system. I roll off of my fallen opponent, my ribs are hurting but damn this is one hell of a victory to be proud of. Got to compete in my favorite kind of match and now comes a title shot at Tooth and Claw. "Here is your winner and the number one contender for the All-Extreme World Championship: Raynge Husky!" Suddenly, the lights go out. The fans immediately start getting quiet and all of the happy chaos comes to a complete stop. I look around I see nothing but black. Some of the fans start pulling out their cell phones to produce some light when the big titan-tron screen in the arena all of a sudden flashes on. Come here you smelly son of a bitch! Grah-ha! A video pops up. It's of a guy dressed in all black with a black ski-mask on and he's punching the lower back of Grunk. "What the fuck?" I say as I keep watching the footage. Holy shit! It's the security camera footage! The footage from Grunk's office! But why the hell is it on the titan-tron? I keep watching as Grunk yells and screams, trying to fight back. But I just keep hearing the thwack sounds of the masked guy's fists meeting Grunk's body and knocking him down. The masked guy looks very huge and his tail tucked inside his pants so I can't see it. CRASH! THUNK! I cringe as I watch Grunk fall over and hit his head on the corner of the desk and knocking him out. Suddenly the video fades to black and the lights in the arena come back on. I look around, the fans all look around with me. The referee is still standing in the ring, looking just as confused as I am Light is still unconscious in the ring with still all over his face. What am I supposed to do? I wanted the footage and now that I saw it, and the whole world saw it, everyday knows that Grunk was brutally attacked. But by who? Who is the masked man? And who was the one that got the footage up on the titan-tron? Grr, just when I try to get answers all I get are more questions. TO BE CONTINUED . . .