Suplex. The ring makes a crushing sound as i slam the local wrestler to the mat, What was even his name again? Clearly nobody took him through the ropes before he got into this match. Sloppy at best as i lift him up and Irish Whip him into the turnbuckle in which my loving, dark, Cherry Red Haired girlfriend decked out in a dark black dress, darker leggings underneath and a short red leather jacket over it to hide the whip that is directly apart of her right wrist who just so happens to be my Tag Team partner. Sara Aries, taps my shoulder tagging herself into this inter gender tag team match. With the ref keeping tabs on myself and Sara he doesn't notice our little weapon Hayle Stoneheart knock the opposing female wrestler off of the apron allowing her spine to smack hard against the unforgiving concrete floor. In Chemical Heritage Wrestling or CHW we don't have fancy mats or covered guard rails. Exposed Concrete and Solid Steel Rails are what we make due with here. Power Bomb. A simple yet Methodical Assault to the upper back region hit's it's mark dead on as the crowd roars to life "Cherry Bomb" Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap "Cherry Bomb" Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap. Sara stands on the top rope backwards as she taunts the crowd. Flying through the air and landing a major moonsalt onto our opposing "Foe". "1!,2!,3!" The bell sounds as Sara stands to her feet and smiles at me with the brightest smile on her i've seen since the day we've met. She kisses me as the crowd once again starts up "Cherry Bomb!" Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap "Cherry Bomb!" Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap. Dressed in a grey Wife Beater underneath a Red And Black Flannel with dark brown hair that comes close to the late great Brian Pillman. With dark jeans and Chuck Taylor's. I may not look like much but in this ring. I am the best around. A backstage correspondent steps into the ring carrying a microphone as i let go of Sara. I cross my arms as he starts off. "Darren Gunn. You and Sara Have just won your 15th match by pinfall since becoming a team, What do you have to say." I smirk at him and rip the mic from his grasp. "Well First off i would like the staff to get that piece of crap and his two dollar half wit bitch out of my arena." The crowd eats this up as refs carry the team we destroyed off into the back. "Secondly this entire night these people have been chanting Cherry Bomb at us." The crowd roars at the sound of me uttering the phrase they've been chanting all night. "Hey Babe." I grab Sara by the waist and look down at her. "I guess that's us. Is That What We Are? Cherry Bomb?" The crow roars the loudest i have heard in the past 15 match ups. Sara smirks at me before looking at to the crowd, She takes the mic from me. "Cherry.. F'N...Bomb Baby!" She kisses me once again as the Correspondent takes his mic back "On a side note i wanted to get your thoughts on the open shot that Nero Hades has laid on the line for his Hardcore Title." My blood boils at the name as Sara rolls her eyes at the sound of her ex. I grab the mic and smirk as i turn to the camera. "If That Two Faced Son Of a Bitch Want's To Try His Hand At D A Double R N Then By All Means Let His Ass Step To Me. But I Guarantee You This. When Darren Gunn Goes Extreme? And You're Looking Up At The Lights Son Just Think Of What My Girl Here Will Do To That Bleached Blonde Cunt Whore You Call A Girlfriend." Sara takes the mic from me. "Alice. Next Week. I Want You One On One In A No Holds Barred Match. And Your So Called Blonde And Blue Revolution. Will Become Black And Blue When The Cherry Bombing Red Rips You To Shreds You Little Bitch." Sara tosses the mic back to me as i shove it into the correspondent is caught off guard as i kick him in the gut and lift him up for a Jack Knife Powerbomb And Sara Hits The Cherry Bomb Moonsalt onto him as Can't Trust Anyone By Oh No Not Stereo Blast As The Show Ends.
End Of Chapter One.