Hello there my loyal fans! Here for your viewing pleasure is chapter two. This chapter features Katie Lee and Paul Burchill!
This chapter is Pre-Draft, so the roster has not been updated yet. There will be a draft chapter soon, probably Chapter five or Six.
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"Weighing in at a combined weight of 360 pounds, Alyssa and her older brother Oz!" The first booming of the voice made the young diva jump, her brother appearing more or less indifferent to it all. She knew him better than anyone, and could see the tension in his shoulders. It was excitement, not fear she saw.
Oz had his hands shoved in his pockets, and started down the runway. He stopped halfway down the ramp, and lifted his left hand. He waved slowly, before replacing the hand. He turned to look at her, shouting at her to follow. What he said was lost against the music, and the various reactions of the crowd.
Alyssa jogged down the ramp to his side, small in comparison. "Wave," she heard. He was speaking louder than usual, but he needed to. Alyssa nodded her head, before she lifted both her arms up and waved. She was surprised by cheers, and waved more enthusiastically.
"They like me!"
"Duh. All these perverts love Divas. You could probably kill someone and they'd still cheer their brains out for you." Oz slid under the rope, and slowly clamored to his feet. He stopped in the middle of the ring, watching his sister jog up the steps, and between the ropes to meet him. She circled around him, waving at the fans. "Okay, you can stop now. You just look high."
Oz looked at Burchill, who was standing against the ropes waiting. "Oh looks sis, it's a scary Pirate." Oz pointed at them, before flipping his hand and his thumb towards the map. "I'm so terrified, I'm shivering in my timbers."
Paul Burchill made a face, his sister making much the same expression, only much more . . . well feminine. She glared at the two siblings before she stepped out of the ring. That meant Paul was first. "You can call us whatever you well like, but we can beat a little girl and a bum."
"Hey! I am not a little girl!" Alyssa looked ready to run across the ring, but the referee forced her into the corner, and out of the ring. "AND I'm the only one allowed to call my brother a hobo!"
"Yarrg," Oz said, rather monotonously. "I was about to make a really bad joke involving pillaging but I decided against it. This show is PG after all." Oz smirked at his opponent, snickering. "Yo-ho, Yo-ho, a Pirates life for meeeee." He circled Burchill for a moment, before running at him. He lifted his knee into the other man's diaphragm, before kicking out his knee. He jumped back a few steps, before turning in a little circle. He spread his arms, shouting to the crowd.
The ring spun, and white rushed up to his eyes. His nose crushed against the mat. Burchill's hands were clasped around Oz's ankles, and the heel was currently vaulting to his feet. He pressed his foot into the small of Oz's back, grabbing a leg and pulling it back. Oz shouted loudly, cursing.
"Give up," Burchill hissed. He pulled harder, still pinning Oz to the mat with his foot. ((Not actually sure if this would work, but whatever)).
"Oh please," Oz rolled over, his knee twisting painfully. He pressed his free foot against Burchill's stomach, and kicked him off. "You need to work a little bit harder to beat me. I'm new, but that doesn't mean I have no talent." Oz wanted to make another joke, beating down another superstar but he decided against it. He rolled to his feet, and checked his nose. There was sweat on his hand, but no blood. Well, that was certainly great.
Oz and Burchill continued going at each other. Oz started to slow down, trying to find an upper hand, take things slowly, tried to out think his opponent. It was not his style, and it was already giving him problems. Burchill already had the upper hand, so Oz saw only one way to get out of this and think things over. He dove for his sister, and grabbed her hand. "TAG!" he shouted, before he rolled quickly under the rope, and off the mat.
Alyssa jumped over the top rope into the ring, and Burchill had no choice but to go back into his corner and let his sister go at it. Alyssa bounced from one foot to the other as she waited, pale in the face. Once Oz clamored to his feet, all he could see was his sister sitting on top of Katie Lee with her fist raised over her head. The next instant, and their roles were switched.
Soon, they were both wrapped against each other, trying to over come the other. They twisted and turned continuously, changing grips and tightening their holds. Katie's leg went out, and she delivered a kick to Alyssa's knee. She did not fall, but her balance was thrown. Katie Lee swung her to the side, and knocked the other diva off her feet. Katie Lee sat on top of Lyss, grabbing her shoulders and shook her violently.
"LYSS, USE YOUR HEAD! YOU CAN GET OUT OF THAT!" Oz was feeling better already, though his knee was still bothering him. Nothing a good twist in the right direction wouldn't fix, but he did not want to try it yet, for risk of perhaps making it worse. He watched as his sister's hands jumped out, grabbed Katie's shoulders, and both their heads collided.
"Okay, not exactly what I was thinking, but it works." Alyssa was on her feet and went towards him, before she slapped his hand wearily. "Take care of Burchill, I'll keep my eyes on Katie Lee. Finish things." She looked angry for a moment. "You're way, the Oz way. Not whatever the hell you were doing before."
Oz jumped onto the turnbuckle, chanting "Nag nag nag," before he jumped. He collided with Burchill, and both of them lay stunned for a moment, before they were both on their feet and going at each other. His sister was right. He was trying too hard. If he just did things his way, it would just go better. So, he charged head first into Burchill. So what if he countered? So what if Oz go knocked down? He would just come back and pound on him.
They both locked up, glaring viciously into the face of the other. Oz pulled back his head, before smacking it against Burchill's face. His sister had given him a pretty good idea. If it had worked for her, it would certainly work for him. Burchill had a hard head, which sort of sucked.
Burchill stumbled back, clutching his nose. Oz kicked him in the side, and when he bent, grabbed his neck. Oz twisted quickly, and threw Burchill to the mat with all the force he could muster. Oz pressed Burchill's shoulders down, and dug his knee into his right side. He was trying to cause as much pain as possible, just in case he kicked out.
The referee had not even started counting when the bell ran. Of course, it was because Oz had a very hard metal chair smashed into the back of his head. 'Where the hell is Lyss? I thought she said she had this!' Oz though, falling on his face. He started rubbing his head, trying to get the ringing and insistent pain to go away.
He looked up, looking for her. There was no one at the corner. He rolled slowly to the edge of the ring and looked down, into the face of his sister. She looked daze a moment before she sat up, nearly knocking her head against his face. "Ugh! What happened?"
"You tell me," Oz mumbled, angrily.
"Oh! Katie Lee!!!"
"Yeah, Katie Lee. Well we won the match, not exactly the way I wanted." He was pissed of course. He had gotten beaten to a pulp with a chair, but a girl no less. It sucked, it sucked a lot. "Those stupid . . .arg! I'm so mad! I wanted to pinfall!" Oz rolled under the rope, before pulling his sister up. "That fucking sucked."
Lyss nodded her head, rubbing her shoulder. She lowered her eyes, sulking. "We won technically, but I still feel like we got our butts beaten."
"Because we did," Oz muttered. He started taking the long walk back up the ramp, wondering what exactly was waiting beyond this point. "I hate Pirates."
