GTA Wrestling Episode One
Dec 26, 2019 18:53:34 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 1 more like this
Post by vastrix on Dec 26, 2019 18:53:34 GMT -5
A light breeze flows through the dry Great Chaparral, a gas station sold through the Maze Bank Foreclosure website has become a hot bed of activity.
On the North side of the building, an area is enclosed by old blue wooden fencing. One end is the outside wall of the gas station. On the other is a chain link fence separating an audience sitting on bleachers from the inside of the "arena". Outside of this arena are a couple of food trailers and a bar inside of the gas station.
This is the home base for the Jagged Order motorcycle club. Motorcycles and a few trucks are parked all around the building.
A large man is inside this enclosed area. He stands nearly seven feet tall with faded blue jeans, a white tshirt, and a black leather jacket. The right side of his face is twisted into scaring where bits of cheek bone poke through. It seems very much as if a motorcycle tire had been placed to his face and the engine revved. He is Julian Dangerous, President of the Jagged Order MC. He has a bluetoothed earpiece hooked to a phone hooked to outside speakers.
Dangerous: You mother fuckers ready for some grade A fucking wrestling?
Julian waits as the crowd, around fifty men and women, all cheer and scream obscenities.
Dangerous: You enjoy the fucking food and booze?
Julian smiles big as the cheering is even louder.
Dangerous: We have a heck of a night planned for you fuckers tonight! We have Cody Howard of the Chaos Riders set up to fight Dexter Fields of the Thunder Wings. We have Owen Bell of the Chaos Jesters against Gunner Stafford of the Grim Brothers. Then finally, we will have our very own Harold Stark of the Jagged Order against Joe Austin of the Chained Misfits!
Julian Dangerous lights himself a cigarette, blowing smoke into the air with a laugh.
Dangerous: I had hired someone to ref this thing, but he got shot. So, I guess I’m going to ref this thing for tonight and give a running commentary at the same fucking time.
The blue fencing is opened just enough to allow in Cody Howard and Dexter Fields. The fence is closed behind them and they take up places in opposite sides of the makeshift arena while getting into fighting stances. Julian flicks ashes onto the ground, looking from one man to the other.
Dangerous: Let’s get this fucking thing started!
Cody and Dexter cautiously close the distance between each other, feeling each other out with a few test punches that get deflected by the other. Dexter suddenly throws his guard down, taking a light punch to the side of the jaw so he can drill Cody with a midsection punch that takes the air out of Cody’s sails right quick and doubles him over. Dexter takes Cody down to the solid ground with a gutwrench suplex!
Dangerous: What the fuck? A fucking wrestling move? I didn’t fucking expect to see that kind of shit right off that bat. This shit is getting good!
Dexter stomps Cody a few times before pulling him back to his feet, smashing him in the mouth a few times with his fists before sending him face first into the chain link fence that is in between the fighters and the small crowd of bikers.
Dexter walks over to grab Cody, but catches a back elbow to the jaw. Cody grabs Dexter by the back of the head and sends his face into the place where two panels of the chain link fence connects. He then drags Dexter’s face across the chain link fence, leaving behind a trail of bloody links as Dexter’s face is torn open.
Dangerous: We got some blood now, ladies and gents!
Dexter elbows Cody in the ribcage to get Cody to release him. Dexter grabs Cody, bounces his face against the chain link fence and brings him backward with a Russian legsweep. Dexter rolls to perch on the fallen Cody, placing both hands on Cody’s throat to choke him. Dexter growls as blood rains form from his face to Cody as he holds the choke. Julian Dangerous taps Dexter on the shoulder.
Dangerous: I’m not sure, but I’m thinking you can’t just choke out your opponent. Let’s say we break this hold.
Dexter looks up at Julian with a growl, continuing to choke out Cody. Julian sighs and puts a boot to the side of Dexter’s face in a stomp that breaks the choke hold and sends Dexter from the top of Cody to the ground. The crowd cheer on the hands on refereeing, excepting the few Thunder Wings in the crowd that don’t like seeing their guy punished.
Dexter jumps to his feet, looking at Julian like he’s going to get ready to fight. Julian pats his sidearm at his hip. Dexter looks to it, sneers, and spits a tooth at Julian’s boot. He turns back to see about Cody, but is caught up and taken down with a belly to belly brainbuster that lands Dexter pretty much on his nose. He rolls away from Cody with a roar of pain, getting quickly to all fours. Blood just pours from his face to stain the thirsty ground.
Dangerous: Shit, Dexter. Looks like you just burst a fucking dam! You going to be able to continue this match? Or, you wanna quit now while you’re behind?
Julian holds out a restraining hand to keep Cody from attacking while Dexter decides what to do. Finally, Dexter shakes his head “no” that he gives up the fight. Julian raises Cody’s hand in victory as a couple of Thunder Wings come in to get Dexter out of there and take him to the nearest care facility. One that doesn’t ask too many questions about incoming injuries.
Dangerous: We got a winner! Cody Howard of the Chaos Riders!
The crowd cheers as Cody celebrates his win. He joins his fellow Chaos Riders in the crowd, one of them handing him a beer. Cody cracks it open and drinks like half of it, raising the bottle in the air.
Julian flicks his cigarette butt into a puddle of blood with a laugh. He looks to the crowd as Owen Bell and Gunner Stafford are being allowed into the makeshift arena.
Dangerous: That first fight was a gusher. I think these two are trained wrestlers so this one might be fucking epic! Let’s get this shit on, boys!
Owen and Gunner circle around one another, looking for an opening by which to attack. They join together in a collar-elbow tie up, Owen quickly turning it into an armbar that Gunner flips out of and turns into an armbar of his own. He shifts this into a hip toss, sending Owen to the hard ground.
Owen starts to get up, but Gunner kicks him in the chest to send him back down. He follows this up with several stomps before pulling Owen up, and sending him face first into the blue fencing.
Gunner rushes at Owen as he turns around from the wall, catching him in the side of the head with an elbow strike. Owen fires back with a throat punch, sending Gunner backpedalling while clutching at his throat and gasping for air.
Dangerous: Now. I don’t think that you should be punching people in the throat, Owen, but I’ll allow it this time.
Owen nods to Julian, hitting a spear on Gunner, lifting him up into the air, spinning around, and slamming Gunner into the unyielding concrete with a spinebuster! Owen holds him there for the pinfall! Julian scratches the back of his head in some confusion.
Dangerous: Is this some kind of sex thing? Stop it! Oh wait, this is a pinfall. Hold up.
Julian gets into position on the ground and begins to count the pinfall.
One
Tw-Gunner kicks out.
Owen stands up, pulling Gunner up to his feet as well. Gunner backs up as if still dazed, rubbing the back of his head with his hand coming away with blood on it.
Dangerous: Some day we might even get a wrestling ring, but until then...that concrete has no give!
Gunner grits his teeth in pain, slugging Owen in the jaw. Owen kicks Gunner in the nuts to double him over and ddts him onto the concrete floor! Gunner lays on the ground, blood now pouring from where his forehead struck the concrete ground.
Dangerous: Oh jeeze. I don’t know what that move was, but I’m not sure that Gunner is going to be getting up from that one.
Owen goes for the cover and Julian gets into position to count.
One
Two
Thre-Gunner gets a shoulder up.
Owen kneels up, looking at Julian like he doesn’t know how to count. Julian flashes two fingers at him to let him know that he counted to two only.
Owen drags Gunner to his feet, but Gunner headbutts him. He slips a hand into a pocket and draws out a pair of brass knuckles. Before Owen realizes the danger he’s in, Gunner slips them on and punches him right in the temple with a resounding crack! Owen falls to all fours onto the concrete ground, his right eye dangling from his face as blood rains down to the concrete. Gunner puts the brass knuckles back into his pocket and punt kicks Owen right in the face in a move that sends the eyeball flying away. It bounces off of the blue fencing with a splat.
Dangerous: Jesus H Christ that was a fucking turn of events. I don’t know that we should allow brass knuckles in the fight though. Don’t do it again, Gunner, or I’ll be forced to shoot you.
Gunner holds out his hands to let Julian know that he won’t be doing that anymore. He grabs up Owen and piledrives him onto the concrete ground. He goes for the cover. Julian groans a little as he gets into position to count.
One
Two
Three!
Julian stands up alongside Gunner Stafford and raises his hand in victory as the crowd cheers him on. Other Chaos Jesters come into the arena to grab Owen Bell and his errant eyeball to take him to the hospital. Gunner Stafford walks out of the makeshift arena and makes his way to the clubhouse itself so he can get a drink at the bar. A couple of his fellow Grim Brothers join him to buy his drink.
At the bar inside the clubhouse, Gunner Stafford wipes at his wounds with a rag while a couple of beers sit on the table in front of him. The bartender, Sara Reid, looks on in passing fondness at the winner of the last match.
?: Hey, where can I sign up for one of them fights?
Sara looks around in search of the voice, finding someone not much taller than the bar. She looks down at him with a frown.
Reid: Sorry, we don’t serve kids here.
The short man looks around himself. When he doesn’t find any children, he points at himself with a quizzical look.
Reid: Yeah, you. Kid, I got customers to serve.
?: I’m no kid. My name is Pablo Sanchez. I’m here to join the fighting that I heard about. Where do I sign up?
Reid: You’re not a kid? Alright. What club do you represent?
Sara gets out a pad and pen, writing down Pablo’s name and waiting for an answer on the motorcycle club name.
Sanchez: Just put down whatever. I can’t really be arsed to really join one.
Sara looks at Pablo with an eyebrow raised and her head cocked.
Reid: If you’re not part of a club, how did you find out about this?
Sanchez: I was driving by, on my way to Sandy Shores for...nevermind what for. I saw the fighting happening from route 68 and stopped to check it out. (Pablo points at Gunner, who looks to him with a smile.) Nice fight there, slugger. You really kicked some ass out there.
Gunner raises his beer to Pablo before taking a drink. Pablo turns back to Sara.
Sanchez: I’ll take a beer while you’re at it.
Sara finishes writing down Pablo’s info and grabs him a beer, opening it before handing it to him.
Reid: I got you wrote down. The dance card for tonight it full, but here’s when we plan on doing this next. You’ll be on the card that night so make sure you show up.
Pablo nods, taking a swig of his beer.
Sanchez: Wouldn’t miss it.
Outside at the makeshift arena, Julian Dangerous paces around with a beer in his hand.
Dangerous: Did everyone have a nice break? Now it’s time for the fucking main event of the evening!
The fencing is pulled open to allow in Harold Stark of the Jagged Order and Joe Austin of the Chained Misfits. Julian motions to them.
Dangerous: The first two fights of the night were great, but we are expecting this one to be even better! Right, guys?
The crowd, more than half of the drunken, cheer. A couple of them even discharge firearms into the sky. Blow the bleachers, a woman can be seen on her knees, giving a guy a blowjob.
Dangerous: Let’s get this last fight of the night underway!
Harold and Joe begin circling around one another, looking for the right opening to begin their attack. Joe jangles the entire time, chains linking each of his belt loops of his pants together, the chains hanging halfway down to his knees. A trademark of the Chained Misfits. Harold reaches out to grab for Joe’s legs, but gets his hands smacked away. Joe strikes Harold in the jaw with a hard right hand, but it barely fazes the man.
Harold shoves Joe with both hands to knock him off guard, grabbing his legs, and taking him down with a double leg takedown. He holds Joe’s ankles, glancing to the cheering crowd for a moment before stomping Joe right in the nuts! Harold ties up Joe’s legs with a figure four leglock. Joe reaches, but there’s no ropes to grab to force a rope break.
Dangerous: You look like you in a world of hurt, Joe. You gonna give up to my man, Harold?
Joe shakes his head to say “No” and turns the whole move over to reverse the figure four! Now Harold is in pain and quickly breaks the hold. Both men stand up, Harold shoves Joe again, using his greater size to his advantage. Harold clotheslines Joe to the concrete ground and begins stomping on him.
Joe rolls out of the way and back to his feet. He palm strikes Harold right in the nose, shattering it. Harold backs away from Joe with both hands on his face, blood just pouring from in between his fingers to rain on the already bloodstained concrete.
Dangerous: That was a heck of a blow. I wonder what else Joe has up his sleeve?
Joe Austin takes off his chain belt, swinging it over his head to gather up momentum. When Harold removes his hands from his face to be able to see again, Joe whips him across the face with the chain!
Harold drops to his hands and knees, his left cheek bone and upper teeth exposed to the world as his tattered flesh hangs down toward the ground. Joe begins whipping the chain around again to build momentum.
Dangerous: Joe looking pretty wicked with his chain. It’s part of his outfit so I suppose I will allow its use, but beware turnabout is fair game.
Joe is almost ready to whip Harold again when he suddenly lunges into a spear that knocks the chain away from Joe’s hands. Harold lifts Joe up and charges him across the makeshift arena to slam him into the blue fencing hard enough to knock it flat!
Dangerous: What an impact! Can someone get that fence back up?
Harold pulls Joe back off of the fence panel and brings him into the arena again. He brings Joe down to the concrete ground with a bulldog!
Dangerous: That’ll leave a smear on the pavement!
Harold gets to his feet and grabs the chain from the ground as Joe starts to get to his hands and knees, blood trickling down from his face to the pavement from his impact with it. Harold lashes the chain across Joe’s back, slashing open both shirt and skin with enough impact to send Joe back to his face in a laying position. Harold strikes Joe with the whip a few more times across the back, butt, and legs to rip him open all over.
A couple of the guys from the Jagged Order push the fallen fence panel back into place as Harold throws down the chain. He grabs Joe, applying a crossface. Joe tries to break the hold, but as weakened as he is from the chain, he cannot break free. It isn’t long before Joe taps out. Harold stands up with his arms in the air, his mouth exposed to the air even as he keeps his mouth shut in order to prevent more damage. His flesh hangs down by his jawline, but if he’s in pain he doesn’t show it as he celebrates his win.
Dangerous: Alright you fuckers. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t fucking stay here unless you a brother of the Jagged Order. Goodnight!
Members of the Chained Misfits come into the makeshift arena to gather up the broken Joe Austin to get him to medical. Harold gets on his bike to go himself. Julian Dangerous lights himself a cigarette, walking toward the bar as the other clubs begin to make their journey to either home, other bars, or parts unknown.
On the North side of the building, an area is enclosed by old blue wooden fencing. One end is the outside wall of the gas station. On the other is a chain link fence separating an audience sitting on bleachers from the inside of the "arena". Outside of this arena are a couple of food trailers and a bar inside of the gas station.
This is the home base for the Jagged Order motorcycle club. Motorcycles and a few trucks are parked all around the building.
A large man is inside this enclosed area. He stands nearly seven feet tall with faded blue jeans, a white tshirt, and a black leather jacket. The right side of his face is twisted into scaring where bits of cheek bone poke through. It seems very much as if a motorcycle tire had been placed to his face and the engine revved. He is Julian Dangerous, President of the Jagged Order MC. He has a bluetoothed earpiece hooked to a phone hooked to outside speakers.
Dangerous: You mother fuckers ready for some grade A fucking wrestling?
Julian waits as the crowd, around fifty men and women, all cheer and scream obscenities.
Dangerous: You enjoy the fucking food and booze?
Julian smiles big as the cheering is even louder.
Dangerous: We have a heck of a night planned for you fuckers tonight! We have Cody Howard of the Chaos Riders set up to fight Dexter Fields of the Thunder Wings. We have Owen Bell of the Chaos Jesters against Gunner Stafford of the Grim Brothers. Then finally, we will have our very own Harold Stark of the Jagged Order against Joe Austin of the Chained Misfits!
Julian Dangerous lights himself a cigarette, blowing smoke into the air with a laugh.
Dangerous: I had hired someone to ref this thing, but he got shot. So, I guess I’m going to ref this thing for tonight and give a running commentary at the same fucking time.
The blue fencing is opened just enough to allow in Cody Howard and Dexter Fields. The fence is closed behind them and they take up places in opposite sides of the makeshift arena while getting into fighting stances. Julian flicks ashes onto the ground, looking from one man to the other.
Dangerous: Let’s get this fucking thing started!
Cody and Dexter cautiously close the distance between each other, feeling each other out with a few test punches that get deflected by the other. Dexter suddenly throws his guard down, taking a light punch to the side of the jaw so he can drill Cody with a midsection punch that takes the air out of Cody’s sails right quick and doubles him over. Dexter takes Cody down to the solid ground with a gutwrench suplex!
Dangerous: What the fuck? A fucking wrestling move? I didn’t fucking expect to see that kind of shit right off that bat. This shit is getting good!
Dexter stomps Cody a few times before pulling him back to his feet, smashing him in the mouth a few times with his fists before sending him face first into the chain link fence that is in between the fighters and the small crowd of bikers.
Dexter walks over to grab Cody, but catches a back elbow to the jaw. Cody grabs Dexter by the back of the head and sends his face into the place where two panels of the chain link fence connects. He then drags Dexter’s face across the chain link fence, leaving behind a trail of bloody links as Dexter’s face is torn open.
Dangerous: We got some blood now, ladies and gents!
Dexter elbows Cody in the ribcage to get Cody to release him. Dexter grabs Cody, bounces his face against the chain link fence and brings him backward with a Russian legsweep. Dexter rolls to perch on the fallen Cody, placing both hands on Cody’s throat to choke him. Dexter growls as blood rains form from his face to Cody as he holds the choke. Julian Dangerous taps Dexter on the shoulder.
Dangerous: I’m not sure, but I’m thinking you can’t just choke out your opponent. Let’s say we break this hold.
Dexter looks up at Julian with a growl, continuing to choke out Cody. Julian sighs and puts a boot to the side of Dexter’s face in a stomp that breaks the choke hold and sends Dexter from the top of Cody to the ground. The crowd cheer on the hands on refereeing, excepting the few Thunder Wings in the crowd that don’t like seeing their guy punished.
Dexter jumps to his feet, looking at Julian like he’s going to get ready to fight. Julian pats his sidearm at his hip. Dexter looks to it, sneers, and spits a tooth at Julian’s boot. He turns back to see about Cody, but is caught up and taken down with a belly to belly brainbuster that lands Dexter pretty much on his nose. He rolls away from Cody with a roar of pain, getting quickly to all fours. Blood just pours from his face to stain the thirsty ground.
Dangerous: Shit, Dexter. Looks like you just burst a fucking dam! You going to be able to continue this match? Or, you wanna quit now while you’re behind?
Julian holds out a restraining hand to keep Cody from attacking while Dexter decides what to do. Finally, Dexter shakes his head “no” that he gives up the fight. Julian raises Cody’s hand in victory as a couple of Thunder Wings come in to get Dexter out of there and take him to the nearest care facility. One that doesn’t ask too many questions about incoming injuries.
Dangerous: We got a winner! Cody Howard of the Chaos Riders!
The crowd cheers as Cody celebrates his win. He joins his fellow Chaos Riders in the crowd, one of them handing him a beer. Cody cracks it open and drinks like half of it, raising the bottle in the air.
Julian flicks his cigarette butt into a puddle of blood with a laugh. He looks to the crowd as Owen Bell and Gunner Stafford are being allowed into the makeshift arena.
Dangerous: That first fight was a gusher. I think these two are trained wrestlers so this one might be fucking epic! Let’s get this shit on, boys!
Owen and Gunner circle around one another, looking for an opening by which to attack. They join together in a collar-elbow tie up, Owen quickly turning it into an armbar that Gunner flips out of and turns into an armbar of his own. He shifts this into a hip toss, sending Owen to the hard ground.
Owen starts to get up, but Gunner kicks him in the chest to send him back down. He follows this up with several stomps before pulling Owen up, and sending him face first into the blue fencing.
Gunner rushes at Owen as he turns around from the wall, catching him in the side of the head with an elbow strike. Owen fires back with a throat punch, sending Gunner backpedalling while clutching at his throat and gasping for air.
Dangerous: Now. I don’t think that you should be punching people in the throat, Owen, but I’ll allow it this time.
Owen nods to Julian, hitting a spear on Gunner, lifting him up into the air, spinning around, and slamming Gunner into the unyielding concrete with a spinebuster! Owen holds him there for the pinfall! Julian scratches the back of his head in some confusion.
Dangerous: Is this some kind of sex thing? Stop it! Oh wait, this is a pinfall. Hold up.
Julian gets into position on the ground and begins to count the pinfall.
One
Tw-Gunner kicks out.
Owen stands up, pulling Gunner up to his feet as well. Gunner backs up as if still dazed, rubbing the back of his head with his hand coming away with blood on it.
Dangerous: Some day we might even get a wrestling ring, but until then...that concrete has no give!
Gunner grits his teeth in pain, slugging Owen in the jaw. Owen kicks Gunner in the nuts to double him over and ddts him onto the concrete floor! Gunner lays on the ground, blood now pouring from where his forehead struck the concrete ground.
Dangerous: Oh jeeze. I don’t know what that move was, but I’m not sure that Gunner is going to be getting up from that one.
Owen goes for the cover and Julian gets into position to count.
One
Two
Thre-Gunner gets a shoulder up.
Owen kneels up, looking at Julian like he doesn’t know how to count. Julian flashes two fingers at him to let him know that he counted to two only.
Owen drags Gunner to his feet, but Gunner headbutts him. He slips a hand into a pocket and draws out a pair of brass knuckles. Before Owen realizes the danger he’s in, Gunner slips them on and punches him right in the temple with a resounding crack! Owen falls to all fours onto the concrete ground, his right eye dangling from his face as blood rains down to the concrete. Gunner puts the brass knuckles back into his pocket and punt kicks Owen right in the face in a move that sends the eyeball flying away. It bounces off of the blue fencing with a splat.
Dangerous: Jesus H Christ that was a fucking turn of events. I don’t know that we should allow brass knuckles in the fight though. Don’t do it again, Gunner, or I’ll be forced to shoot you.
Gunner holds out his hands to let Julian know that he won’t be doing that anymore. He grabs up Owen and piledrives him onto the concrete ground. He goes for the cover. Julian groans a little as he gets into position to count.
One
Two
Three!
Julian stands up alongside Gunner Stafford and raises his hand in victory as the crowd cheers him on. Other Chaos Jesters come into the arena to grab Owen Bell and his errant eyeball to take him to the hospital. Gunner Stafford walks out of the makeshift arena and makes his way to the clubhouse itself so he can get a drink at the bar. A couple of his fellow Grim Brothers join him to buy his drink.
At the bar inside the clubhouse, Gunner Stafford wipes at his wounds with a rag while a couple of beers sit on the table in front of him. The bartender, Sara Reid, looks on in passing fondness at the winner of the last match.
?: Hey, where can I sign up for one of them fights?
Sara looks around in search of the voice, finding someone not much taller than the bar. She looks down at him with a frown.
Reid: Sorry, we don’t serve kids here.
The short man looks around himself. When he doesn’t find any children, he points at himself with a quizzical look.
Reid: Yeah, you. Kid, I got customers to serve.
?: I’m no kid. My name is Pablo Sanchez. I’m here to join the fighting that I heard about. Where do I sign up?
Reid: You’re not a kid? Alright. What club do you represent?
Sara gets out a pad and pen, writing down Pablo’s name and waiting for an answer on the motorcycle club name.
Sanchez: Just put down whatever. I can’t really be arsed to really join one.
Sara looks at Pablo with an eyebrow raised and her head cocked.
Reid: If you’re not part of a club, how did you find out about this?
Sanchez: I was driving by, on my way to Sandy Shores for...nevermind what for. I saw the fighting happening from route 68 and stopped to check it out. (Pablo points at Gunner, who looks to him with a smile.) Nice fight there, slugger. You really kicked some ass out there.
Gunner raises his beer to Pablo before taking a drink. Pablo turns back to Sara.
Sanchez: I’ll take a beer while you’re at it.
Sara finishes writing down Pablo’s info and grabs him a beer, opening it before handing it to him.
Reid: I got you wrote down. The dance card for tonight it full, but here’s when we plan on doing this next. You’ll be on the card that night so make sure you show up.
Pablo nods, taking a swig of his beer.
Sanchez: Wouldn’t miss it.
Outside at the makeshift arena, Julian Dangerous paces around with a beer in his hand.
Dangerous: Did everyone have a nice break? Now it’s time for the fucking main event of the evening!
The fencing is pulled open to allow in Harold Stark of the Jagged Order and Joe Austin of the Chained Misfits. Julian motions to them.
Dangerous: The first two fights of the night were great, but we are expecting this one to be even better! Right, guys?
The crowd, more than half of the drunken, cheer. A couple of them even discharge firearms into the sky. Blow the bleachers, a woman can be seen on her knees, giving a guy a blowjob.
Dangerous: Let’s get this last fight of the night underway!
Harold and Joe begin circling around one another, looking for the right opening to begin their attack. Joe jangles the entire time, chains linking each of his belt loops of his pants together, the chains hanging halfway down to his knees. A trademark of the Chained Misfits. Harold reaches out to grab for Joe’s legs, but gets his hands smacked away. Joe strikes Harold in the jaw with a hard right hand, but it barely fazes the man.
Harold shoves Joe with both hands to knock him off guard, grabbing his legs, and taking him down with a double leg takedown. He holds Joe’s ankles, glancing to the cheering crowd for a moment before stomping Joe right in the nuts! Harold ties up Joe’s legs with a figure four leglock. Joe reaches, but there’s no ropes to grab to force a rope break.
Dangerous: You look like you in a world of hurt, Joe. You gonna give up to my man, Harold?
Joe shakes his head to say “No” and turns the whole move over to reverse the figure four! Now Harold is in pain and quickly breaks the hold. Both men stand up, Harold shoves Joe again, using his greater size to his advantage. Harold clotheslines Joe to the concrete ground and begins stomping on him.
Joe rolls out of the way and back to his feet. He palm strikes Harold right in the nose, shattering it. Harold backs away from Joe with both hands on his face, blood just pouring from in between his fingers to rain on the already bloodstained concrete.
Dangerous: That was a heck of a blow. I wonder what else Joe has up his sleeve?
Joe Austin takes off his chain belt, swinging it over his head to gather up momentum. When Harold removes his hands from his face to be able to see again, Joe whips him across the face with the chain!
Harold drops to his hands and knees, his left cheek bone and upper teeth exposed to the world as his tattered flesh hangs down toward the ground. Joe begins whipping the chain around again to build momentum.
Dangerous: Joe looking pretty wicked with his chain. It’s part of his outfit so I suppose I will allow its use, but beware turnabout is fair game.
Joe is almost ready to whip Harold again when he suddenly lunges into a spear that knocks the chain away from Joe’s hands. Harold lifts Joe up and charges him across the makeshift arena to slam him into the blue fencing hard enough to knock it flat!
Dangerous: What an impact! Can someone get that fence back up?
Harold pulls Joe back off of the fence panel and brings him into the arena again. He brings Joe down to the concrete ground with a bulldog!
Dangerous: That’ll leave a smear on the pavement!
Harold gets to his feet and grabs the chain from the ground as Joe starts to get to his hands and knees, blood trickling down from his face to the pavement from his impact with it. Harold lashes the chain across Joe’s back, slashing open both shirt and skin with enough impact to send Joe back to his face in a laying position. Harold strikes Joe with the whip a few more times across the back, butt, and legs to rip him open all over.
A couple of the guys from the Jagged Order push the fallen fence panel back into place as Harold throws down the chain. He grabs Joe, applying a crossface. Joe tries to break the hold, but as weakened as he is from the chain, he cannot break free. It isn’t long before Joe taps out. Harold stands up with his arms in the air, his mouth exposed to the air even as he keeps his mouth shut in order to prevent more damage. His flesh hangs down by his jawline, but if he’s in pain he doesn’t show it as he celebrates his win.
Dangerous: Alright you fuckers. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t fucking stay here unless you a brother of the Jagged Order. Goodnight!
Members of the Chained Misfits come into the makeshift arena to gather up the broken Joe Austin to get him to medical. Harold gets on his bike to go himself. Julian Dangerous lights himself a cigarette, walking toward the bar as the other clubs begin to make their journey to either home, other bars, or parts unknown.