Heart & Soul Wrestling Chapter 6: Breakthru Part 2, a X-overs + Wrestling Crossover fanfic

Johnny Alvarez vs. Christopher House - #1 Contender For World Championship – 2 Out Of Three Falls No DQ Match

Christopher House | Johnny Alvarez

Origin: Lemon Brook, USA | San Antonio, TX, USA : Origin

Age: 21 | 33 :Age

Height: 6'2'' | 6'4'' :Height

Weight: 190 Lbs | 255 Lbs :Weight

Debut: 2012 | 2001 :Debut

Finishing Move: Lemon Brook Plunge | Knockout Package :Finishing Move

Win-Loss Against: 1-0 | Win-Loss Against: 0-1

"There Are You Stats To Tell One Part Of This Story." Bennett chimes in over the tale of the tape graphics. "Johnny's career trails back a full decade before Chris even considered stepping into the ring."

"There's only one stat you should care for. 1-0." Critic points out. "This is not their first encounter. I witnessed their first collision. Take you back to 2018 in NCW, it was the SSE Hydro in Glasgow. It Was A Taipei Deathmatch! You Know What A Taipei Deathmatch Entails, Bennet!?"

"Yes, I actu-"

"Well I Tell You! Those Two Crazy Sons Of B***es Punched Each Other With Fists Caked In Glass! Chris Is Such A Evil Genius, He Finished Johnny In Eight Minutes Flat By Putting Him Through A Table Covered In Broken Beer Bottles!"

"…I was there, Critic, Chris Was A Mess!" Bennett stammered in a deadpan manner.

"Chris Is A Killer!" Critic enthusiastically hailed. "If Johnny couldn't last 8 minutes with Chris then, what the hell was Nausicaa thinking putting him through a 2 out of 3 falls match!?"

The Camera dissolves from the graphic to the hard camera position in the cramp Hardcore Tavern. We're looking ever so slightly down into the ring, but close enough that it feels if you were really there your jaw would be peaking just over the ropes. The Invitation-Only crowd may number just about 100, but its packed in like sardines and alive with just a much electricity a domed stadium would give off. Holo stands by in the ring, awaiting the cue to give the first of the introductions…

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"The Miracle" by Dale Oliver interrupts the anticipation, however. The brick wall behind the narrow stage is shrouded in gold & blue. The last person anyone wanted to see right now was the man who had the most disgust of anyone toward the two about to go to blows. But nevertheless, here he came. Clad in a fine blue suit one would only wear at the highest social gathering, the gold encrusted red strap that was the top prize in this still infant company. Adam Price's view of the world didn't even encompass the tiny audience in the dingy tavern. His shades covered his line of view, which was tilted toward the heavens. The Top Bill goes at the tippy top of the card, after all.

"Its that man right there that lead to this match being signed." Bennet states. "Chris's lust for destruction of the man that insulted him, Johnny's desire to be given the proper chance at the tile snubbed from him."

"Chris wants the destruction of EVERYONE, Bennett. He doesn't discriminate." Critic tags on.

"Yeah, you have me there." Bennett replies. "But I don't know why Adam would want to be out in the danger zone. Whoever wins, he looses a little."

"Adam NEVER looses. 4-0, bud. And the tallies are just going to keep sliding to one side. He's just scouting what wounds he can exploit when this is all done." Critic replies.

"Can't he do that in the back? Can we keep the chaos from gravitating his way." Bennett pleads.

"I'm just wondering how he gets all that space to sit when we're kicked up in this dorm forced to squint at this monitors." Critic grumbled.

Adam's seat in question is a simplistic yet oh so comfortable leather recliner propped at the far end of the stage. He saddles in, with the Heart Of Wrestling Championship firmly wrapped around his waist. No sooner he sits down but a stage hand is running to him a small round end table with a fine dish of appetizers. A tall glass of wine tops it all of. The perfect catering to watch two heavies starving for gold tear each other up. Adam isn't lost on the fact of the fine service he, and he alone, is gifted in these cramped corners. At last recognizing the boos from the crowd, a grin grows over his face. One of those grins so sincere yet so smug you impulsively want to wipe it away. The only relief the crowd got was his anthem fading out to restore the static garble of the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentleman, this next contest is to be contested under 2 Out Of 3 Falls, and there shall be no disqualifications. If Christopher House gains one fall, he secures a contract with Heart & Soul. Whoever gets two pinfalls will gain the right to challenge for the Heart Of Wrestling Championship at Innuendo!" Holo announces. "Your official in charge, Macy Tarr."

"How did she end up in all of this? We're they drawing straws?" Critic asked.

"All any ref is going to be able to do is record and observe." Bennett retorts.

["I See Trouble Coming"]

["Well I'm Coming To A Ball!"]

["Sliding Down A Road!"]

["Gonna Lick 'Em On Down!"]

["We're Gonna Run Right Out!']

As the near nail-tearing-chalkboard vocals of Brian Johnson pierces the ear drums of the loyal crowd, the visage of the Spoiled Fighter is projected upon the brick wall behind the stage. The man himself storms out on the stage, throwing a fist out as his mouth releases a war cry. The crowds pumped, Johnny's pumped, but the champion is rather apathetic in his cozy little corner on the edge of the stage.

"Johnny has been spending his entire career with the mission of writing history not with the pen that's his heirloom, but rather the pen of his own choice." Bennett states metaphorically. "Its brought him worldwide acclaim with plenty of gold. But his plans never accounted for being sucked into the chaotic vortex that the Psychotic Bastard brings."

"He should be THANKING Chris for this opportunity. It could have been any other bar room brawler whisked away to Oz, he just got lucky." Critic comes back with.

"He didn't plan for this, but he's sure as hell going to capitalize. You going to tell me Johnny hasn't been waiting for the right opportunity to get a second match with Chris? He's got 2 chances to beat Chris, tonight. He's got what many others wish they could have, a chance to certify himself as a conqueror of the Psychotic Bastard."

"You're REALLY think Chris is going to choke?" Critic muttered. "You're really that confident?"

Johnny unsheathed himself of his black shirt. The "Spoiled Fighter" moniker was etched in gritty front, being smashed by a fist shooting up the abdomen. The shirt was tightened up into a ball for easy disposal…

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And Johnny found Adam a apt dumping bin, tossing the balled up shirt right onto the Heart Champion's lap. Neither of Johnny's eyes glanced over to see if he'd found the mark, he was confident he had when Adam shot to his feet. Sunglasses were removed, as Adam stared holes through the back of the Spoiled Fighter's skull, the potential challenger was already in the ring and soaking up the ovations from the crowd.

"…He's REALLY that confident!?" Critic shouted, his repulse was made almost comedic by everyone cheering Johnny on.

"Introducing First From San Antonio, Texas. He Weighed In Tonight At 249 Lbs! He Is 'The Spoiled Fighter'…JOHNNY ALVAREZ!" Holo announced.

Has the shrills of Brian Johnson fade to nothing, the crowd begin to look all around with anticipation. Adam is still on his feet, glaring a hole through Johnny. Adam held up the Heart Of Wrestling dark burgundy strap, trying to hammer in the pedestal he views himself on top of; the base of which he hopes will be all Johnny glimpses of.

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A Rattle Of Electric Strings Falls Like Hard Rain Upon The Tavern! The Solo Seems To Be Erratic, With No End In Sight…

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Before The Music Drops Into A Low, Steady Beat. The Rhythm Of Youtuber's FUSIONROCKER's Cover Of "Death Rider" Is The Anthem Being Played…

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As The Front Door Of The Tavern Is Kicked In By A Big, Dirty, Tan Boot!

"Oh Lord, He's Here…" Critic says, a bit of fear in his voice.

A thin body dressed in a black denim vest, equally black jeans with an orange belt, steps through the doorway. Eventually the upper body and head catches up with the legs, recklessly rolling in as if on a swivel…

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Revealing The Deranged Grin Of The Psychotic Bastard!

"Cheer him when you fear him." Bennett states. "Christopher House has drenched countless canvases with blood. Both of his opponent and his own."

"…bust mostly his opponents." Critic clarifies

"Mostly His Own." Bennett affirms. "Chris Has Only Doubled The Chaos Of 2020. His Quest To Force Adam To Pay For His Attack In Blood May Be Legalized IF He Beats Johnny."

"The real question is what will remain bolted to the floor when the final bell rings." Critic deadpans.

Chris shoved his way through the crowd, ensuring to send shock-waves throughout small compact audience by any means. He all but disappears before re-emerging on top of the bar, back to the ring & cameras to reveal the engravings upon his denim vest etched in chalk.

CERTIFIED

ALVAREZ

SLAYER

The skull tilts fluidly & unnervingly, forcing Johnny to face his potential murderer. Adam can be seen in the shadows of the corner, being unsettled by the blood thirsty mob at ring side applauding this sick son of a bitch!

"And His Opponent. From Lemon Brook, USA. He Weighed In Tonight At 195 Lbs. He Is The Psychotic Bastard….CHRISTOPHERRRRRRRRRRRRR HOUSE!" Holo announces, great enthusiasm to block out the fear plaguing not just her mind but the minds of everyone else in the Tavern.

Chris dropped back into the crowd. Initially its impossible to tell what way he's coming toward the squared circle. But heads can be seen jutting ajar from left to right. Chris emerged at the foot of the stage, just under the feet of the Heart Champion. He pulls himself up, making a feint toward Adam which causes him to coward in his fine chair. His amusement peaked, Chris pivots to lock his crazed eyes with the more serious Johnny.

"AH COME ON, LIGHTEN UP! DON'T WANT YOUR CORPSE TO BE BURIED WITH A FROWN!" Chris shouts with sincerity, yeah, that's…that's just all the more unsettling.

Chris at last hops into the ring, shuffling back into his own corner where he finds just the right spots on the ropes to lounge his arms. The music fades out into the white noise of the crowd, the Psychotic Bastard gazes up at all the plaster chippings in the ceiling above. Johnny's brow rose, his focus was squarely on every joint & bone. He's studying, thinking quickly which ones to go for first. There's only a brief gap of time to finalize game plans before the match is to commence..

"Let The Games Begin!" Critic exclaims immediately after the bell sounding the start of what is anticipated to be a grueling contest.

Johnny bolts to the center of the ring, ready to start as quickly as he can. Chris was moving for the center of the squared circle also, but wheeled away. His finger wagged in the air, laughing, not willing to fight head a energized charging Texas bull.

"Its Not A Race, Johnny Boy!" Critic caustically quips.

"Chris thinks he's going to dictate how and when this match is going to go down." Bennett says.

"He's A Deathmatch Maestro, Bennett, This Is Going To Be A Cake Walk!" Critic declared.

"This isn't a deathmatch, Critic."

"ANY match with championship implications is life or death." Critic decreed. "At least, that's the opinion of the educated like myself."

The simple matter was that Chris simply wasn't taking Johnny as a legit threat. The length of hard earned accolades Johnny had behind him meant next to nothing to the Psychotic Bastard who'd arguably made a bigger name for himself in a shorter amount of time. That is, at least in this part of the world.

Chris clapped his hands, psyching himself up to star the match for real this time. He looks to be wanting to go for a old school lock of of the hands, a show of pure strength. Johnny gladly wants to accept…

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But Chris Backs Away Once Again?!

"TOO EASY, TOO EASY!" Chris shouts, humoring one half of the small audience while agitating the other fraction.

"He's right, he's right." Critic nods.

"He's pissing off Johnny, is all he's doing." Bennett replies.

"Mind Games, Bennett, Mind Games!" Critic proclaims. "You wouldn't understand."

"Oh yeah, try me.."

Johnny was indeed growing restless. One would think Chris would be taking this with the utmost seriousness. But he had beaten Johnny before. He'd in fact BLOODIED Johnny into a pulp before. Why not have a little fun at his expense before the inevitable victory? Why not taunt Johnny in front of Adam, no less?...

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But Chris wheels around into a FIERCE OPEN PALM ACROSS THE JAW! Johnny Rams Him Into The Turnbuckle And Starts Wailing Away!

"Now The Games have Begun!" Bennett exclaims, the crowd brimming with electric ecstasy.

"What Are You Doing Chris, Get The Hell Out Of There!" Critic shouts.

But the Psychotic Bastard is at the mercy of the Spoiled Fighter. Yanked into the center of the ring, Johnny tries for a half nelson lift. Chris gets his one arm freed before he can find out where he was going, a sealed fist cuts across Johnny's brow! He tries to run free, but is snagged up by hist wrist as Johnny tries for a lariat.

DUCKED!

Chris shoots off for the padded corners, heading northeast. Johnny pivots around, charging once again at his cowering opponent. This time he gets nothing but silver fluff and a stab of one of Chris's elbows to the spine. He tries to run with the head in a neckbreaker manner, but is shoved out of the attack and into the ropes. Before he can cock his head to see, the tractor trailer that's Johnny careens into the ropes, Chris spills over the top rope.

"Johnny's spat Chris to the outside." Bennett described.

"Is Chris Okay!?" Critic panicked.

The top & middle ropes are splayed wide to compensate for Johnny's rather bulky stature. As his feet connect to the hardwood below, a fist from a hunched over Chris batters the side of Johnny's kneecap. Johnny winces, but its next to nothing to get him off his feet. Johnny lays haymakers all over Chris's back. The Psychotic Bastard nudges Johnny's spine into the ring post. Johnny appeared to want to flip Chris onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, but couldn't quite get the job done. Chris plants his feet, his shoulders dig under the rib cage of his foe, Johnny's back smacks once more off the ring post.

"Ha! He Can't Lift Him!" Critic mocks.

"Not When Someone's Forcefully Bowing Your Spine In!" Bennett defends.

Chris made sure to deck Johnny with one more solid punch at the cheek. He seemed limp to his own consciousness, allowing Chris to wind up a Irish whip poised for the opposite post. Johnny's boot juts forward, sparing his skull from being cracked! Chris tries to do the deed himself, trying to bum-rush his full weight into the back of Johnny. He's completely out of control the moment he leaps forward, and is (quite easily now that I think about it) diverted by the slight nudge of Johnny's palm cranium first into the ring post!

"And Johnny's Wherewithal Dents Chris's Forehead!" Bennett exclaims.

"OH COME O-…Oh He'll Be FIIINE!" Critic blows it off.

But Chris only is back on his feet so quickly thanks to Johnny guiding him around to the apron exposed to the hard camera. He gives Chris a shove, seemingly weak as Chris is easily to stop himself from careening into another ring post. The Spoiled Fighter is wiser than to bum-rush Chris. These few precious seconds are clocked in to dart back into the squared circle and choose some high ground he can fight upon.

"Johnny's gonna have to wait for Chris once more." Critic states.

"But how's he going to get in without coming under fire?" Bennett asks.

Indeed, that was the question running through Chris's mind. He popped up on the apron with no hurry, only to be chased back down by Johnny.

"Come On Chris, Don't Look Up To That Goof!" Critic exclaims in a whining, pleading manner akin to a Jerry Lawler.

Some in the crowd tried their best to vocally push Chris into the ring, but others overwhelmingly cheered when Johnny scared him off again. Chris tried to get one-up on Johnny, rolling up onto the stage and trying to enter that way. Johnny reaches out, trying to suck Chris into a vortex that would spell certain doom. Instead he allows his feet to drop from under him; Chris is out of Johnny's grasp and on the floor once more.

"Chris might be reconsidering toying with the Spoiled Fighter earlier." Bennett says over a quick cut away to the champion. Adam is sitting cool and collect, staring through his shades on the ongoing fight.

Johnny rushes to the northern set of ropes, making Chris flinch before ever trying to get a foot on the apron. A smirk cracks across the Spoiled Fighter, taking pleasure in having controlled over a former world champion. Chris Bows…

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No, not bowing.

"Going earlier for the weapons." Bennett observes, the bottom of the apron can be seen puffing just above the bottom purple rope….

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Chris emerges in view, now armed with a spare chair that'd been tucked under the ring for save keeping.

"There a reason why we put those things in reach of psychos" Bennett asks in a deadpan manner.

"The same intelligence that's allowing these two to settle it in a literal bar fight!" Critic exclaims, nodding at the tight atmosphere Heart & Soul has been confined into. "…Its Genius!"

Johnny takes a step back, hunching down and narrowing his eyes at Chris. He's calculating the barrage of chair shots he'll need to duck to snatch up his wanted man…

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Chris Gets On The Apron, But Instead Tosses The Chair High Over Johnny's Head…

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Johnny Looks Up, Batting The Chair Out Of The Sky…

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But Chris Slingshots Over The Top Rope, Tackling Johnny With His Legs To Johnny's Shoulders, Dropping Him Flat To The Canvas.

"Koronco Buster!" Bennett yells out.

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Eat S***, Johnny!" Critic shouts with biased glee, tailing into a laugh as Chris unloads with punches into Johnny's head. The barrage ends with a close & stiff drop of the knee to the bridge of Johnny's nose!

Johnny might be seeing red at the moment, but feeling around soon leads him to that steel chair Chris had tossed as a distraction. Chris shimmies to Johnny's side, pinning with his knee that forearm now clinging to the chair. Chris doesn't waste what's given to him, keeping that arm pinned and snares it up into a wrist lock.

"And just when I think he's a trash fighter, take a look at the torque of the arm and hand shooting to the heavens." Bennett describes, Chris trying repeatedly to wrench Johnny's whole arm further and further from the body, feeding it inch by inch into a 90 degree turn upwards.

"Who Said He Was A Trash Fighter?!" Critic exclaims as if he'd been the one insulted.

Johnny is in a bit of a fog from the barrage of punches that have either flattened or created new fulcrums in his brain. But soon he tries pulling his arm free, only to find it locked tight. Each tug threatens a separation of his shoulder by a 10th of a millimeter. Gears are immediately switched not away, but toward Chris. Johnny's right fight tightens into a big haymaker that continually starts pounding against Chris's kidneys.

"Watch him try in vain to break through the Psychotic Bastard." Critic points out, a tinge of delight at the self-imposed belief Johnny couldn't do anything.

"Johnny wanting to roll through the lock, avoid any further damage." Bennett explains as the haymakers continue.

At first they had next to no effect, Chris even let loose a sadistic cackle on the first shot. But each punch was in quicker and quicker succession, going from discomfort to sore to all out pain. Johnny didn't get the roll-on-top he seemed to be gunning for, Chris simple let the wrist lock loose and retreated on his knees into a corner to plan his next strategy.

"Johnny's favoring the arm." Critic points out.

"But Johnny Is On His Feet!" Bennett exclaims, the Spoiled Fighter runs up behind to drive his knee into the back of Chris's head! Then he makes a few big quick steps to the corner opposing Chris…

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And Crushes Him Into The Bottom Of The Corner Pad With A Cannonball Senton!

"Cannonball Senton! Johnny's Lighting Up, Chris Is Going To Be Fried!" Bennett shouts, the former in question claps the top purple band with both hands firmly in order to get quickly on the move again. Chris doesn't get such a luxury. His pick up is a grapple between his legs that brings the center of his spine in contact with Johnny's primed knee.

"Pumphandle Backbreaker." Bennett narrates. "Trying to cleanly snap whatever was smashed in his body."

"Oh like that broke his back." Critic shoos off, still trying to save face for Chris's sake.

Johnny doesn't just leave it at the spine. Back on his feet takes him on a stroll over the Psychotic Bastard's body. Johnny pauses on Mt. Chris, hoping all of his 250 pounds drills cracks in the rib cage.

"You Can See So Much Up There, But Its So Dangerous. No Oxygen! High Likelihood Of Karma Coming To Get You!" Critic shrills. Johnny's attention has evaporated from the match and toward the champion. Johnny points but he might as well be pointing at thing air. Adam purposefully tilts his head away, not even giving Johnny the 'privilege' to lock the shaded eyes of the Top Bill.

Johnny's showboating begins to crumble away, when he notices some sort of pressure releasing around his right foot. A quick look down reveals Chris frantically trying to untie Alvarez's boot. Johnny's yanks his foot out of the House quicksand, struggling to keep that boot on. He staggers quickly into the corner, hurrying to get that boot laced back tight. One of Chris's arms tries to seal around the stomped on rib cage, the other feels around the canvas.

"Johnny trying to get that boot back on." Bennett narrates, before bursting with fright. "DON'T LOOK, JOHNNY!"

THE STEEL CHAIR CRACKS OVER THE CROWN OF JOHNNY'S SKULL!

"Chekov's Chair Goes Off Early Than I Expected." Critic exclaims.

A SECOND SWING CAREENS OVER JOHNNY'S BENT BACK!

"No DQ, We Must Have A Winner." Bennett reiterates.

CHRIS DRILLS THE TOP OF THE CHAIR RIGHT DOWN UPON THE TAILBONE, JOHNNY COLLAPSES FLAT ON THE MAT!

"But We've Just Gotten The First Fall Started!" Bennett adds.

The chair is cast out, rattling when it impacts the hardwood on the stage. Chris wants to feel his own flesh & blood inflict the pain, not heartless metal. A pair of punches to the lower back further weaken Johnny's lower muscles & bones. It all makes sense when Chris throws Johnny back into the middle of the ring with a belly-to-back suplex.

"The Belly-To-Back, More Blows To The Lower Spine." Bennett winces.

"Chris Wants To Limit The Chances Of Himself Getting Tossed About." Critic explains.

Chris sits back up, and some may be drawn to the fact Chris is still favoring those crushed ribs. He doesn't shoot back up with a bolt of energy one would expect. He instead curls over and drills both of his fists bound in a metaphorical axe hammer, drilling down upon Johnny's chest & neck region. He pressed back to his feet, allowing his right boot to drop down at Johnny's face, Johnny throws his hands up to keep the bottom of the boot from breaking his nose.

Chris is heading for the northwest corner, dragging Johnny along till his head is in line with the post. The right arm (Johnny's left) is kept under control as Chris slips under the bottom rope and to the floor. The arm is curled by force around the post, the elbow just out at a funky angle, Chris pressures his boot into the bent arm.

"Now Even More Pain Being Stabbed Into The Forearm & Elbow." Bennett describes.

"The Knockout Package Will Be Next To Impossible Just As Long As Chris Keeps This Up, Bennett." Critic declares.

Chris's teeth were gritting, he was stretching back as far as he could to produce as much pressure as possible upon Johnny's Radius & Ulna. But the more he pushes down on the arm, the more he unintentionally drags Johnny's body across the canvas, over the lip of the apron. The taut arm goes slack when the Spoiled Fighter spills down to the hardwood. His trapizus is the next to get pressed upon, Chris trying to once more hyperextend the weakened arm from the rest of Johnny. The Psychotic Bastard puts all his might into trying and wedging apart the shoulder. The Spoiled Fighter pushes back with equal ferocity, preventing himself from curving down to the floor. One force got to give in for the other…

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Johnny Sweeps His Fair Shoulder Into Chris's Gut, Ramming Him Against The Wall!

"Just rammed him into nothing but brick!" Critic yells.

Johnny unloads with his powerful haymakers, initially calculated upon the mid-section but soon is sending blows all over Chris. Chris WON'T let go of the arm, trying to twist it in some sort of weird pretzel. The lock never gets applied as Johnny gets enough leverage to power Chris over his shoulder; Chris lands hip first immediately behind.

"Johnny Is At Last Free Of Chris's Vise!" Bennett exclaims. "And Chris better get use to the hardwood."

Chris frantically tries scampering back into the ring, but only ends up having his ribs sandwiched into the apron by Johnny's running knee to the spinal column. Johnny rolls Chris back up into the ring, but this Innovator of Violence isn't going to lay prone. He swings and misses a wide fist as Johnny wedges back through the ropes. A second swing is caught by Johnny, who uses a quick tug to pump his opponent into the air. Chris's neck is viciously guided into Johnny's knee!

"Pumphandle Neckbreaker.." Bennett describes.

"Chris…Chris Got To Keep Johnny From Doing…Well, That." Critic stammers, seeing Chris being dropped and flattened for the first pin attempt of the night.

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Kickout!

"What Was Johnny Thinking? He Can't Beat Chris! Especially Not From A Simple Neckbreaker." Critic claims.

"Maybe not be a finisher, but Chris has yet to get up." Bennett observes.

Chris is indeed prone, only rising slight because of Johnny yanking him up into a attempt at a sleeper. The crowd in Johnstown manner, immediately turn sour on the unimpressive looking headlock. But they are quickly made placid when the Spoiled Fighter launches Chris over with a Sleeper Suplex. The Franchise of Carnage becomes stuck to the canvas, his eyes rolling over to get a inverted view of the champion whose scalp he craves to collect.

"And out of that sleeper-plex." Bennett calls it. "Chris's eyes are rolling in the back of his head."

"He's Eyeing The Gold!" Critic explains, covering up the bad state his chosen on is at this point.

"Not By Choice." Bennett affirms.

Johnny is to his feet and in the motions of his next way of attack. He moves to the eastern side of the ring, trying to pull Chris back up by the legs. Looking for some type of powerbomb move…

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Chris Manages To Get His Right Foot Free, Spiking His Heel Into Johnny's Wounded Trapezius!

"Chris May Be The One Down, But At Least He's Not A Stupid Idiot!" Critic exclaims, Johnny drops Chris to favor his weak arm & shoulder. He takes his eyes from Chris for a split second, returning with a angered glare…

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That's Snuffed Out By A Forearm Smash Off Of Bret's Rope…

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WHICH CHRIS CAPITALIZES ON BY RUNNING BY UP THE TURNBUCKLE, SPRING-BOARDING UPON JOHNNY AND TAKING HIM TO THE MAT!

"Split-Legged Moonsault! Chris Going Back To His X-Pro Days!" Bennett pops up with, Chris trying complete it all by hooking the leg…

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KICKOUT!

"Going to take a lot more to put Johnny down." Bennett states.

"USE THE WEED-WHACKER!" Critic shrieks. "THE BARBED WIRE! THE MIDDLE FINGER!"

"You Trying To Get Us All Fined!?" Bennett cried out.

"We'll Pay It Off With The Epic Buy-rate Chris Is Going To Get Us!" Critic defends.

Chris doesn't wait around, he's already on the attack again. He hoists Johnny by under-hooking his arms. He whips Johnny across the ring Only To Bring Him Down With A Over The Shoulder Arm Drag! Johnny's bulls-eyed arm is kept in Chris's control, he cracks is sudden and hard across a bent knee.

"He's STILL On That Arm! He's Going To Dislocate It" Critic exclaims, Chris is trying to go prone to hyperextend the appendage as far as possible.

"Johnny's Reaching In, Though." Bennett describes, as the Spoiled Fighter rolls over his own trapped shoulder to interlock his hands, preventing Chris from extending it.

Johnny has the luck of having some beefy shoulder blades to keep him resting on his side, preventing the hyper extension. Its making Chris's life all the more difficult, as he tries to separate Johnny's hands to no avail. One strong tug only pulls Johnny ontop of Chris, the shoulders are pinned!

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Chris Rolls Back Up With All His Strength!

"He Nearly Lost A Fall There, Critic!" Bennett exclaims.

"Almost, Bennett, ALMOST!" Critic retorts.

Chris may have gotten his shoulders up, but he's having a worse time trying to keep them up and the arm locked. But his shoulders remain off the mat..

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In fact his whole back is off the mat…

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As Johnny Runs & Releases Chris With A Turnbuckle Powerbomb!

"Oh, And Chris Just Got Stabbed With The Agony He's Been Putting Johnny Through!" Bennett exclaims.

Chris sinks to the bottom of that silver pad he'd been tossed into, his arms reach high from being hung up in the top ropes. Johnny would have a clear shot for another cannonball senton had he not himself been favoring his arm. He snaps himself back into action, charging at Chris…

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Only To Get Thrown Over The Ropes…

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Which He Manages To Hang On To With One Hand, Pulling Himself Into A Stance On The Apron!

"I thought Johnny was going to take a spill." Critic says, as Johnny eats a punch from Chris.

"No, but Chris got his head hooked." Bennett describes, Johnny's head is locked up for what appears to be some type of suplex back into the ring…

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Johnny Hooks Chris's Head, Trying To Suplex Him Over The Rope!...

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But Chris Catches His Own Foot Around The Corner Pad! He punches Johnny in the ribs, before climbing up the turnbuckle to gain some more leverage. He manages to pull the Spoiled Fighter up to his level…

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But Johnny Rams His Shoulder Into Chris's Ribs…

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THE DEATH MAGNETIC (Side Death Valley Driver) OFF THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE, ALL THE WAY TO THE HARDWOOD FLOOR!

"OH MY GOD, THAT JUST MADE ME I LIVE IN MY OWN EYES!" Bennett exclaims, rambling from the shock of the sight.

"Johnny Can't Harm Chris!...Chris Might Be Hurt!" Critic shouts.

'Holy Bodily Waste' chants ring out throughout the Tavern. Its initially impossible to see where the two have crash and burned as the crowd completely swamps the line of sight of the hard camera. People are full of live while the two combatants lack it all. A closer shot from the one hand-held unit in the production revealed both Chris & Johnny splayed out on the floor, a tight ring of fans around them.

"We've Seen Chris Working Johnny's Left Arm, I Think That's The One He Landed On." Bennett points out.

"If It Is, He's Fried." Critic claims.

But that does not appear to be the case. Johnny's leg twitches briefly with live, before he properly tries to sit up. He favors the shoulder of the targeted arm, but its not something harped on for too long. He rolls onto his stomach, arm reaching up and snagging the lip of the ring skirt. Just as Johnny's legs straighten to put himself back up, Chris's hand reaching out into nothing. The Spoiled Fighter is ready to go….

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And So His Chris, As Fans Grab Him Under The Arms And Throw Him Up To His Feet!

"These Fans Are Psychos! Chris Can't Even Stand!" Bennett cries out, a wobbly Chris sways from side to side but becomes for Johnny to attack him with all he's got.

"He Can't Stand But He Can Damn Well Fight!" Critic shouts as Johnny darts toward the man with the crazed grin.

Johnny charges into the Psychotic Bastard, wanting to put him back to the floor as quickly as he can. Chris tries shooting punches into Johnny's gut, but only finds himself continually being pushed further and further through the mob of fans. Chairs are skirted aside as the tornado of carnage twirls away from the ring.

The battle and toil til coming near the bar at the far end of the Tavern hall. Johnny has gotten the upper hand once more, pushing Chris shoulder first into the side of the wooden counter. Johnny steps back for a moment, taking in all the new surroundings on this end of the Tavern. He's come up with some sort of plan, as he pops a foot on one of the bar stools and rolling on top of the counter.

"Johnny…he's on our bar…good god, what could he have in mind?" Bennett asks.

"Nothing Good For Chris." Critic whimpers.

Johnny gazes across the crowd, who anticipate something truly epic. Chris's head is set at the intersection of Johnny's legs, ready to be powerbombed. Or maybe piledriven…

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Chris Blocks And Back Body Drops Johnny Down Upon The Counter Of The Bar!

"Look At That Bennett, Look At That!" Critic pops to life with.

"Chris safes himself." Bennett states, the Psychotic Bastard sliding behind the counter where all the liquors are now at his finger tips. Johnny's lips are pulling back from the agony tugging in his spine. He knows he's in danger of something, and tries sitting up. Chris meanwhile isn't taking things so seriously…

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He Got A Bottle Of Red Wine Labelled 'West Whitehill' In His Hand. The Cork Is Popped Off As He Pours Himself A Small Glass Back On The Counter…

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But Shrugs, Deciding To Take Several Large Gulps Directly From The Bottle, Spitting It Out When He Reaches His Quick Tolerance For alcohol!

"DOESN'T THIS PLACE GOT ANYTHING BETTER?!" He shouts…

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BEFORE EXTENDING JOHNNY'S WEAKENED ARM, SMASHING THE BOTTLE ACROSS THE FOREARM! GLASS SPLINTERS ALL OVER THE PLACE: FANS ARE DUCKING, THE CAMERAMAN JUMPS BACK!

"OH GOD, WHY DID HE DO THAT!?" Bennett shrieks, the camera lens CRACKS as a bit of glass hits dead on.

Chris Is So Use To Causing Someone To Bleed At This Point, He INSTANTLY Goes Into THRASHING The Elbow Of The Sliced Arm UP AND DOWN ACROSS THE COUNTER!

"What's That About Johnny Winning, Bennett?" Critic asks mockingly as Chris yanks Johnny clean across the counter. The Eldest Alvarez brother drops to the floor at the edge of the bar, streaks of blood are left on the surface in his wake.

Chris barely gives the crowd enough time to part their sea, he tosses Johnny as far as he can under the Spoiled Fighter's own power. Johnny's legs give out about two thirds of the way back to the ring. Chris forces him the rest of the way, violently rolling him up and over the apron. His bleeding forearm immediately leaves a few blots in the grey canvas. Chris follows in right after, jumping on the edge of the canvas and SLINGSHOT TING over the ropes, trying to stomp on the damaged arm. Johnny yanks his arm tight to his chest at the last possible moment, the Franchise of Carnage rolls on his knees and in fact flattens in a heap for a moment.

"Chris was trying to stomp some pressure on the wound, Johnny thankfully rolled away." Bennett describes, but Johnny won't have much to be thankful for much longer…

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Chris Hoists Him Up And Plants Him With The Lemon Brook Plunge (Fisherman Buster)!

" .PLUNGE!" Critic dictates, that bloodied arm of Johnny's sort of dangles away from the rest of his body. Chris ensures to put the most weight on the shoulder its attached to when he makes the cover…

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"HOLY…..CHRIS JUST PINNED JOHNNY!" Critic shrieks with pure joy, as if Chris had won the whole thing right then and there. The crowd is split in two when Referee Tarr's hand smacks the mat thrice. Chris pushes up from the canvas, starring maniacally at the lens of the hand-held camera.

"You're Winner Of The First Fall, Christopher House." Holo announces, letting the ink sink into the record books.

"And With That Powerful Plunge To Lemon Brook, Christopher House…Is In Heart & Soul Wrestling." Bennett clarifies. "One fall for Chris gives him a contract."

"WOHOO!" Critic pipes.

"He Still Got To Get A Second One In If He Wants To Fight Adam, However." Bennett reminds everyone.

"….He Will Do It!" Critic decrees, after a worrying pause.

Referee Tarr hunches over the chest of the Spoiled Fighter, checking the severity of the cut on his forearm. More like SLICES, which are mostly obscured as Johnny rolls onto his abdomen. Chris begins to crawl toward the ropes, pulling himself up as expected…

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But what is not expected is him slowly dipping back to the outside.

"…Chris not gunning for the second fall?" Critic asks, coming down from his high horse.

A arm retracts across the ribs, while the other one of Chris's is doing all the work. The ring skirt is flipped over at a corner exposed to the hard camera. Chris's head dips under the mat in a search for something. Johnny is left in his own mind, fighting agony with determination.

"Oh, he's going for something deadly, for sure." Critic pipes up…

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As Chris pulls out a wooden table from under the purple & grey ring.

"And the hardcore-ware is being brought in." Bennett announces, the crowd's anticipation of violence balloons.

"….Just a table?" Critic asked, sounding let down.

"Thank goodness that's all it is!" Bennett exclaims over a shot of Chris extending the legs of the table. He positions it almost in the middle of the view of the hard camera, pinned against the ring skirt.

Chris is about to enter the ring, but finds something removed. Johnny's gone. He had rolled out of the ring and was shifting around under the ring skirt as well. Chris darts around to this western side of the ring, not wanting to let Johnny acquire any weapons. A running knee blasts Johnny seemingly out cold, his body twirls from the momentum. A roll of athletic bandages he'd found unrolls off into the crowd.

"Oh Dammit, He Was Just Trying To Mend The Lacerations Up!" Bennett calls out.

"That's Cheating." Critic quips. "A KO From Blood Loss Counts As A Fall, Right?"

Chris comes to a stand still over Johnny whose been knocked a peg back into agony. He's trying to verbally drive something into the back of Johnny's mind. He's then forcibly rolled back into the ring. Chris is pointing fingers at his opponent, at his prize sitting soundly up on the stage & the crowd for the hell of it.

"Don't worry Chris, If I was him, I would be frozen in fear on the mat." Critic decrees.

"Now Chris Is…walking…to the back?" Bennett asks in confusion.

The Psychotic Bastard is more cool and collected than we've ever seen him in his Heart & Soul appearances. Rounding the ring, he steps up upon the stage and disappears through the entry portal. The crowd is puzzled by Chris's sudden departure from the match. The first time the entire match Adam Price has shown any real emotion: curiosity.

"….Well whatever Chris is doing, I'm sure its wholesome, healthy, positive." Critic begins saying…

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The Franchise Of Carnage Reappears With A Thick Spool Of Barbed Wire In His Clutches.

"-Negative, Sickening, Sadistic." Critic continues with, a invisible switch seemingly has altered the atmosphere of this 2 Out Of 3 Contest.

"What…What….Why Is That Needed?!" Bennett cried out, in shock at seeing that menacing wide grin on the psychopath interjecting barbed wire into a wrestling match.

Johnny has yet to see what the crowd is smashing the panic button over. He's focusing on pulling the unbound bandage into the ring. He succeeds in yanking it all off the floor and over the bottom rope. The process of wrapping it tight around his forearm begins, sitting up….and Seeing Chris Standing On The Stage With The Spool Of Destruction!

"Run, Johnny, Run!" Bennett shouts in pure fear.

"Yes, Run, RUN!" Critic tacks on sarcastically.

Johnny's brief seizure in horror kicks out into action. He rolls back out the ring as Chris charges into the squared circle. Chris is only stopped by the ropes, that spool of barbed wire precariously juts over the top rope while the wielder's stare is equally as sharp.

"Now Chris is the one with the ring control." Bennett points out.

"Johnny's back going to get cheese grated when he tries to return!" Critic exclaims.

The Spoiled Fighter was now the one staring up the hill he'd have to fight over. Chris was stomping his feet from side to side, the spool of barbed wire extended ahead between his fingers. He was relishing the prospect of raking Johnny's back the moment he tried to hurry back into the ring. Johnny was left on the outside, the predicament had hit him like a rock. The longer he waited, the more he was delaying the inevitable.

Johnny wasn't one to try and tricky. He darts headlong back into the fight, trying to get to Chris's waist before the barbed wire can cut into his back. The barbs scrap the shoulders, but Johnny gets the most out of his tackle.

"He Moved Like Jaguar!" Bennett shouts, as in no time Johnny has mounted Chris with a Lou Thesz Press, swinging away with clubbing rights.

Chris finds tries to squirm out from underneath Johnny's knee. But trying to sit up leads to both arms being underhook in some form of bear hug. Chris's feet begin racing in thin air, knowing Johnny can't hold the bear hug on for long. Johnny's loosing his grip and decides to capitalize with a thrust spinebuster down into the southeastern quadrant of the squared circle.

Chris's shoulders are prone, his left arm is rolling through the air to favor the ribs. Johnny snatches it away from Chris's body. He goes to work with some pulling of the fingers before he finds the strength to pull Chris partially to his feet. Enough that Johnny doesn't have to drag any weight around, he can do whatever he desires to his opponent's arm.

"Johnny's climbing up the ropes." Bennett describes, as Johnny manages to balance himself on the top rope…

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Johnny Spikes His Fist Into Chris's Twisted Arm On His Jump Down!

"Old School!" Bennett announces. "Some reimbursement for the bottle shot."

Both competitors are now down in the ring. Johnny is down just for a brief moment, back on one knee and ready to make his next move.

His eyes scan up until the spool of barbed wire is dead in his sights.

"…now…now Johnny….you are not The Franchise of Carnage. This is like Thor and Hammer, here." Critic begins stuttering, fearing what 'atrocities' Johnny might commit on Critic's 'hero' in the bout.

Johnny limps the short jaunt to the resting place of the spool. He has possession, and takes a few moments contemplating what he should do with these wire of destruction.

He's standing just in front of the southwestern corner…

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Which he begins to vertically wrap with barbed wire.

"We know Chris will go to dark places…I think seeing Johnny try to one up him is even more horrifying." Bennett avers.

Johnny ensures to get 4 or 5 loops over the top and under the corner pad. The barbs can visibly be seen poking through the silver paint in some areas. He kicks the spool out to the floor (a member of the ring crew can be seen cutting the spool free from the wire around the buckle).

"…I Think He's Going To Snake Eyes, Him!" Bennett exclaims, as Johnny calls the shot. A knee for the gut of Chris before trying to throw him over the good shoulder…

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But Chris Manages To Get His Left Arm Back Around Johnny's Head! He's Locked A Vise-Grip Around The Throat! Johnny is brought to a screeching halt, jittering Chris off his shoulders. But the choke is still tightly fastened. Chris steps down on the back of Johnny's knee and acquires more leverage.

"First The Arm, Now His Throat Is Being Mangled!" Bennett exclaims.

"Brilliant, BRILLIANT!" Critic shouts.

Chris tries bending back, wanting to yank Johnny into the absolute tightest submission. Johnny has enough tenacity to keep his spine from bowing with the fierce tugs. Chris pulls as desperately on the throat as he can. He soon comes to the realization he can't tug him over any further and gives upon the hold. A hand of Johnny's softly retracts to his now sore neckline. He has no time to react to Chris's Shining Wizard!

The brute of a tree that's Johnny at last timbers to the canvas. Chris visibly is being nagged by weakened ribs. But he can't be stopped by some weakened ribs, at least the Psychotic Bastard assumes. At least he plans to do…something, reaching his hand out to grab Johnny's that's starting to be encrusted in crimson.

"Johnny rolling away. Chris has him at his mercy." Bennett describes as Chris staggers up to a stance.

Johnny tries to crawl under the ropes, hoping to get to the island of safety that table on the outside may be. Chris gets a hold of one of his feet, trying to pull Johnny away. Johnny manages to pull back, holding both hands tight to the middle rope. Chris stumbles out of view, Johnny pulls himself back to his feet…

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AND KNOCKED OVER THE ROPES AND UPON THE TABLE WITH THE CARBON FOOTPRINT!

"He Got Him, He Got All Of Him!" Bennett exclaims.

"YES! HELL YEAH!" Critic shrills in excitement.

"Johnny's Tumbled To The Table, However." Bennett then observes.

"…..Don't Just Stand There Chris, GET HIM, GET HIM!" Critic demands of the Psychotic Bastard.

Chris finds one of Johnny's boots is ever so slightly poking back under the rope. He throws himself to the floor, pulling with all his might the 250+ pounds of the Spoiled Fighter off the table. Chris ensures he gets all of the appendages dragged over the purple perimeter on the grey canvas. He then quickly grapevines the leg for perceived victory…

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KICKOUT!

"….No!?" Critic shouts in enraged shock.

"Johnny Kicked Out Of The Carbon Footprint! He Pulled Out An Alternative And It Go Him Nowhere!" Bennett exclaims.

Chris's muscles curled tight in frustration. They relax, as that frustration yanks Johnny from the mat. He's tossed through the ropes and back on the table. Chris is staggering behind, and tucks his opponent's head as quick as he can.

"He's got the head locked….He's Going To Hit The Lemon Brook Plunge Again!" Bennett breaks into a panic, echoing the reactions of the crowd.

"The Plunge, The Plunge! Through The Table!" Critic exclaims, although no move has yet to occur….

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Johnny Blocks, Backbody Dropping Chris Back Over The Ropes And Into The Ring!

"Did You See The Height!" Critic exclaims.

Johnny's collar bone drops to the top rope, catching a glimpse of Chris's body accordion upon impact with the mat. Pulling some strands from his unbound hair reveals to Johnny the Psychotic Bastard is already back up! At least, he's trying. Chris's body is like a headless chicken.

"HERE'S JOHNNY!" The Spoiled Fighters shots…

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AS HE SLINGSHOTS OVER THE ROPES, A DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO CUT CHRIS DOWN FOR SURE!

"Here's Johnny!" Bennett echoes, the man in question gets to a stance as quickly as his stamina would allow. Chris was motionless on the canvas, probably the first true time tonight. Johnny lifts the dead weight over his good shoulder…

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SNAKE EYES, CHRIS'S HEAD DROPS ON THE BARBED WIRE OVER THE TOP OF THE CORNER PAD!

"OH MY GOD!" Critic shrills. Chris's body doesn't drop to the canvas as expected. There's a delay as the flesh of his face and upper chest is torn free by the barbs. "THAT SICK! THAT'S SICK!"

"Let The Records Show, It Was Johnny Who Drew Blood With The Barbed Wire Before The Psychotic Bastard!" Bennett exclaims.

Johnny takes in all the admiration and combustion of cheers from the crowd. Chris meanwhile lays in a heap in the corner, hands retracting of his sure fire bleeding face. Johnny wasn't hesitating, a weak Chris was such a rare sight he had to take it. If he planned to live to win this match, then he needed his first fall NOW.

Johnny lurches over, nearly stumbling as his body was not yet ready for his passion. If he wants to put Chris away fro the moment, it has to be quick and powerful…

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"A VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER!" Bennett shouts, as Chris is shot and immediately dropped thereafter into eh center of the ring with the pop-up powerbomb. Johnny drops on top of Chris, sandwiching his foe's legs in a pin…

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"AH! OH MY GOD!" Critic yelps in frustration.

"And at long last, Johnny can claim a pinfall in his struggles with Chris." Bennett declares.

"Your Winner Of The Second Fall, Johnny Alvarez!" Holo announces.

Chris comes to his senses a second too late. He kicks out, pushing Johnny off and upon his own back elsewhere around the ring. Chris shoots across Johnny's body to snatch his destroyed left arm. There was no more technical grappling of this arm, just irrationally thrown punches going all over the places. Johnny cried out in pain at the first blow, trying to roll on top of Chris in order to gain the higher ground. But he finds his weakened shoulder rolling up into the ropes. He can't get on top of Chris. The Franchise of Carnage worms his way under the bottom rope, dropping suddenly to the floor with Johnny's hand still in his clutches. The sudden drop jerks Johnny violently to the edge of the ring.

"Oooh…did you see how his arm twitched!" Critic exclaims.

"Chris could have finally dislocated it. He's been trying all throughout this match." Bennett comments.

Chris wisely lets the arm loose, not wanting Johnny's full weight to come tumbling down upon him. He instinctively retreats til his back is facing one of the ring posts, trying to run forward to PUNT Johnny's head!

"Look out, Look out!" Bennett panics. Fortunately Johnny pulls back just enough for Chris's boot to go sailing into the opposite ring post!

"Not The Pole, Chris, The Skull! Aim For The Skull!" Critic demands.

Chris catches sight of Johnny rolling back into the center of the ring, out of his reach. That he will not allow. Chris hops up onto the ring apron; he clambers up the nearest turnbuckle And Double Foot Stomps Down Onto Johnny's Left Shoulder. The Shoulder Of The Wounded Arm!

Chris's knees give on impact. He collapses beyond Johnny and whacks his face off the canvas. A bit of a bloodied imprint of his face is left along the eastern edge of grey canvas. When he pulls his head up to look around, we get the first true close up of the crimson mask growing thicker and thicker over his eyes and nose.

"And there you can see, the full effects barbed wire has when you put it in a wrestling ring." Bennett states. "Remember Critic, Chris brought it in. That's HIS doing."

"Oh Bull! He Didn't Throw Johnny Into It." Critic snaps back.

"Well we can only wonder what Chris was going to do with it all." Bennett retorts.

Chris pulls himself back up, all the way staring wide eyed with a gasping smile directed at the Heart World Champion. Adam can be seen ever so slightly squirming in his chair, feeling the eyes of a psychopath staring him down. Chris pivots away from his future target to his present opponent. Johnny was curled over on his stomach favoring the destroyed arm. But Chris's eyes continue to scan left, finding that table he set up earlier still in place.

"Chris…he's eyeing up that table." Bennett describes, as Chris's face shows he's ready to go back into action.

Chris dips under the top rope and exits back out of the ring. A gives the table a smack to ensure it isn't going anywhere before continuing walking the perimeter. Standing just below the barbed wire ensnared corner pad he retrieves that spool of barbed wire. That wire is soon unbounded around the left side of the wooden table.

"…I would ask what he has in mind. But we all know. He's-He's going to throw Johnny through that barbed wire." Critic deadpans.

"I hope not but I think you're right." Bennett replies.

"Of Course I'm Right!" Critic exclaims.

From the left, to the center and finally the right edge; all encased in some manner of the barbed wire. The table has been turned into a lethal contraption that only the crazy mind of Christopher House could conjure up. He wipes his hand across his bleeding face, then goes back into the ring for the kill.

Johnny seems aware of Chris's devilish intents, and tries to roll for the edge of the ring. Chris drops down on Johnny's waist, driving the axe hammer that is his two interlocked forearms dropping overhead. Johnny goes limp, as Chris pulls one of his opponents legs up to his shoulders. Once secured, he finds the strength to yank Johnny off the canvas.

"He's Going To Powerbomb Him Through The Barbed Wire!" Bennett predicts. Chris is seen struggling slightly, before starting to pick up speed…

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Johnny Starts Clubbing Chris In The Head. His Attention Is Knocked Away From The Goal, The Weight Of The Situation Comes Down Upon Chris. He Instantly Sits Down, Power Bombing Johnny Just Shy Of The Ropes!

"He couldn't quite stick the landing, but still rattled him." Bennett points out.

Both Chris & Johnny are splayed out mere inches from one another. It is only for a moment, however; Chris manages to push himself back to his feet. He see's Johnny trying to roll somewhere, the left arm floating over in the air. He SNAGS it out of the air, and sits a knee right to Johnny's spine. The left arm is pulled behind, Chris swaps from using his legs to pin Johnny to stretching the bandaged arm away with a nasty looking armbar!

"And Chris Gets His Armbar Back On!" Critic exclaims. "The Torque Is Too Much, Bennett!"

"Resting On The Legs, Pulling The Arm Diagonally Down The Back, Chris Is In Near Perfect Position To Make Him Submit!" Bennett observes, a tone of fright in his voice.

Chris gains even more pull on the forearm, pulling the leglock from the shoulder blade and to the elbow. Johnny tries to hold back a roar of pain as his arm bends in a near 90 degree angle.

"Chris Pulling With All The Power He Got!" Bennett exclaims.

"Johnny's Going To Break! Its His Pride Or His Arm!" Critic declares what's at stake.

Johnny finds some way to look past the excruciating pay blinding his thought process. He manages to swerve slightly to the left, pivoting his view from the crowd and to the stage. Chris continues wrenching on the arm over and over. He tries to hammer into Johnny's subconscious to "TAP! TAP DAMMIT! TAP!". Chris is staring holes in the back of Johnny's skull. He knows he's in the line of sight of the man he hates the most. The psychotic bastard wants nothing more than to send images into the mind of the champion resting comfortably in his cushioned seat, images of tearing his ligaments apart the same way he's doing to Johnny at present.

"He's Going To Tap, He's Going To Tap!" Critic shouts, Johnny is indeed raising his right hand…

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Johnny's Eyes Can See Adam Snearing Down From Afar…

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Johnny's Right Calf Has Enough Strength To Boost Him Off The Canvas!

"No! He's Not!" Bennett shouts, obliterating Critic's predictions.

Johnny's left shoulder is slanting to the canvas, but has freed enough ground to roll himself the rest of the way with the other knee! Chris hangs on for dear life, thinking he can still submit Johnny if he endures. Both go spiraling all the way across the canvas. Chris's shoulder braces against the western set of ropes, trying one last desperate attempt at his armbar…

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But Johnny Pushes Up, Both Men Tumble Through The Ropes And Out To The Floor!

"Great…now what?" Critic asks in dismay.

Both wrestlers make for a groggily stance. Chris is the first one up, drilling Johnny with a punch between the eyes. He takes a moment to wipe the blood free from his eyes again, getting rammed into the edge of the ring for his lapse in attack. Chris fights back by lifting his knee sharply into Johnny's throat. There's some separation, Chris throws a few fists that are deflected by Johnny's forearms pulled taut. He tries to push Johnny away by the foot, only to get it trapped. A single leg takedown throws Chris away from the ring.

"Johnny yanks Chris away from the ring, once again we're on the hardwood in our Tavern." Bennett states. "How valuable you thing the flooring is here?"

"Before or after this match?" Critic asks.

"Well, its going to be worthless after." Bennett responds.

"But those planks now stained with the Franchise's blood are priceless." Critic replies.

Referee Tarr has a inkling of hope the match will get back to where wrestling is suppose to be confined. But any hope is evaporated when Johnny grabs Chris back the waistline and launches him toward the middle of the Tavern crowd. Chris legs give out, crashing at the feet of some of his followers. Johnny makes his way through the audience, getting pats on the back from his own supporters. He stomps on Chris's back and shoulders a few time, Chris's momentum is for sure cut. He tries to hook the head for a Fisherman's Suplex…

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Chris Counters, A Snap Suplex Throwing Johnny Even Further From The Ring!

"Ooof! Chris Counters, Johnny Landed Tailbone First!" Bennett exclaims.

"You saw how Johnny couldn't get the lift off. His shoulder was too weak!" Critic hammers in.

Johnny's lips curl away from his teeth, pulled tight by the pain shooting up his spinal column. He's nearly paralyzed by pain. Chris is still bleeding, blots of blood have by now dripping onto his chest. Once more he has to use his forearm as a impromptu towel to wipe the blood from his brow. He quickly realizes where he's at in the Tavern. He's closer to the door out of this joint than the ring. He can see Adam gazing through his shades clear back in that far corner on the stage. A wild grin grows on Chris's face as he looks back at the door he came through. The doorway itself enters perpendicular into the Tavern. A large store front window is parallel, consuming the bulk of the front of the Tavern along Franklin Street.

"Christopher House…staring at the man that stampeded over him last year at The Show Must Go On." Bennett describes, somewhat unaware of precarious backdrop behind Chris & Johnny.

"Chris is going for a german, I think." Critic says as Chris is indeed locking his hands around the waist….

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Johnny's Shoulders And Drilled Into The Hardwood From The German Suplex!

"Damn, He Might Snap Some Of These Boards!" Critic exclaims.

"Oh I pray not…" Bennett worryingly stammers.

Chris swivels back to his feet, back behind Johnny, back to locking the hands…

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A SECOND GERMAN, WITH EVEN MORE THRUST! Johnny's Body Comes To Lie At The Foot Of The Glass Door Leading Through The Narrow Corridor Made By Partition Leading To The Front Door Of The Tavern.

"Where's Chris Finding This Strength?" Bennett asks.

"That's what you get for doubting Christopher House! The Franchise Of Carnage! The Longest Reigning NCW World Heavyweight Champion." Critic preaches.

"That doesn't mean crap here." Bennett replies. "But…He Is The Psychotic Bastard."

Chris Struggles Back To His Feet, Holding The Waist Lock. Johnny's Back Is Aiming Toward The Glass Door.

"VIVA LA RAZA!" Chris shouts in a mocking tone.

"Come On, Really?" Bennett asks in disgust…

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Johnny Pries His Way Free, Switching Around Chris's Right (Viewer's Left)…

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AND THE THIRD AMIGO SENDS CHRIS SOARING THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW OF THE HARDCORE TAVERN! Large, Dangerous Chunks Of Glass Are Blown Out Upon The Sidewalk, Where Both Wrestlers Fall To!

"OH MY GOD!" Bennett exclaims.

"HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***!" is the expected chants, crisping with tempo and lacking bass due to the size of crowd.

Johnny's boot sticks out over the brick lip where the window once was. He had fallen through from a lack of balance, excruciating all his strength in throwing Chris through the glass. The hand-held camera races over Johnny's body to find Chris out by the curb. A trail of glass, some shards bloodied, leads to where he now rests. Blue & red lights are flashing over the scene of carnage. A police car was parked just outside the Tavern, a state trooper & two city police stand guard. A ambulance is seen parked up the sidewalk, where a narrow alleyway cuts between the Tavern and a more modern high rise. Cars passing by freeze at the sight of a man being suddenly thrown out in the streets. A traffic jam quickly develops on Franklin Street. Down the street (to the left), can be seen a old green iron bridge. Its near here a small mob can be seen being held. They were protestors that had been upset about something, but became frozen in fear when the night was abruptly cut by the sound of glass breaking.

"…DAMMIT JOHNNY, WE JUST REPLACED THAT!" Critic at least breaks the seriousness of everything.

"I Think Chris Was Going To Do The Same!" Bennett snapped back.

"Well…That's Different, That's For A Good Cause." Critic stammers up some sort of defense.

"A Good Cause!?" Bennett asks insulted.

Johnny at least begins to sit up. He's clearly aware of the danger is surrounded by, being careful where he places his palm so it doesn't get sliced. He clings to the seal of the now vanished window, pulling his back out of the wreckage. He finds Chris as still as death along the curb, that state trooper rushes out on the street to make sure nobody gets close. Johnny staggers over all the broken glass, at last reaching the bleeding mess that's the Psycotic Bastard. Johnny underhooks the arms…

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But looks horrified upon seeing how far he'll have to drag Chris to get the cover.

"He Got Any Strength Left?" Critic asks. "This match could be called off!"

"Oh, you wish." Bennett grumbled. "But Johnny is exhausted. If he wants to win, he got to pin Chris NOW!"

Johnny's head spins left and right, trying to find some answer to his prays…

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He Starts Dragging Chris Up The Sidewalk, The Ambulance Is In View Again.

"He's…He's Heading For That Ambulance, Critic." Bennett points out. "We have that on standby in case of any injuries."

"Or when Chris kills somebody." Critic adds.

Johnny bashes Chris's head against the back door of the ambulance for insurance. He then pries open both doors, revealing a stretcher occupying the majority of the med bay. Johnny climbs up on the bumper and starts to monotonous process of unbounding the locks on the floor. The wheels are soon freed; Johnny yanks the stretcher out of the ambulance. Anything excess such as the neck brace and body board are chucked out into the street.

Chris's bloodied near corpse of a body is heaved onto the stretcher. Chris is slippery from the blood, head teetering over the side. But enough is on the top to prevent the whole thing from capsizing. Johnny starts boosting momentum into the stretcher, pushing through the front door of the Tavern.

"Johnny Has Expended Just About All His Strength, He's Commandeered That Stretcher To Get To The Ring In A Hurry." Bennett states.

"Come On, Chris Can't Really Be…..Not….Among The Living…" Critic stammers in fear.

Johnny waves away fans, directing a path be made through the main hall of the Tavern. Chris is ever so slightly rolling to the right. Johnny hurries down the floor, he trips on a air grate somewhere in the hardwood! The stretcher continues on autopilot from momentum, only coming to a hard stop against the side of the ring.

"Is Everything Trying To Stop Johnny From Achieving Success?" Bennett asked sympathetically.

Johnny is holding his leg; not from pain but rather his boot's strings have come undone. But to hell with that, he got to get Chris in the ring RIGHT NOW. He beelines toward the stretcher, yanking Chris off and rolling him into the ring. Johnny dives in and rolls on top for the pin…

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THR- KICKOUT!

"No! He's Still With Us!" Critic exclaims.

"Too long, Too long, Chris recovered." Bennett adds.

Johnny sits up on his knees, but doesn't look furious. He had little hope in Chris staying down, but it was still crushing. What more was he going to have to do to put the Franchise of Carnage down for good? Was it a Alvarez curse to be unable to fully defeat this man?

Johnny finds the strength to stand on his feet, staring down at Chris. Then peaking across toward Adam, toward the championship belt around his waist. Chris is CLAWING his way up. This bleeding psycho is crawling up his pant leg. Its like a scene out of Shawn Michaels vs. The Undertaker….

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But Chris isn't some HBK…or maybe he is, considering he LOW BLOWS Johnny!

"Ah, of course…" Bennett grumbled, Johnny lurches over Chris's shoulders.

"Ha! NoDQNoDQNoDQNoDQ!" Critic rapidly pants.

Chris is standing on visibly shaking legs, but has complete control over Johnny…

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He Keeps Him Locked, Dragging Johnny Right Up Against The Ropes Overlooking The Barbed Wire Table….

"No…Oh Chris, If You Do This…" Bennett stutters.

"It'll Be The Greatest Highlight Of His Heart & Soul Career!" Critic exclaims.

"He's Still In His First Match!" Bennett snaps back.

"The Night Johnny Dies Is The Night Chris's Legacy Was Reborn!" Critic explodes…

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"oh GOD!" Bennett shrieks…

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AND DROPS JOHNNY OVER THE ROPES AND THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE WITH THE HELLEVATOR (Vertical Suplex Side Slam)!

"THE ELEVATOR TO DANTE'S INFERNO! I CAN'T IMAGINE IT LOOKING LIKE ANYTHING ELSE!" Bennett shouts.

"Johnny Ripped Chris's Face Apart, Chris Ripped The Rest Of Johnny's Body To Shreds!" Critic makes mention.

As Chris Dropped Johnny For The Fall, He Had Direction Until The Ropes Abruptly Hit His Arms. He Bounced Back Into The Center Of The Ring, Eyes Rolling In His Skull!

Johnny was sandwiched by the two planks that were once a table, all kept together now by the barbed wire. There's initially the expected signs of pain on his face. But even that too is soon extinguished. Johnny is consumed by his pain and his soul seems to still be falling below.

"GET HIM IN THE RING, GET HIM IN THE RING!" Critic hollers, as if shouting form a room upstairs could be heard over the crowd in the Tavern.

"Chris & Johnny are both down once again. Both of there backs are now scarred!" Bennett verbally illustrates.

Chris being compared as a wild animal is nothing new at this point. He scampers in place for several seconds before fast crawling on all fours across the ring. He grabs Johnny's nearest hand and tugs with full force. It takes 5 fierce tugs before the Spoiled Fighter's flesh & hair gives. Chris stamps his heels into the canvas, pulling over one of Johnny's shoulder. Once he gets most of his opponent's back over, the process is much easier. He doesn't waste any time trying to get Johnny to the center of the ring, just enough of him inside the ropes to get the pinfall….

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THRE-KICKOUT!

"HE GOT HIM!" Critic exclaims.

"No!" Bennett calls out, Referee Tarr is only holding up two of her fingers.

"WHAT!?" Critic shrills.

Chris's hand shot up in victory…but fell with his eyes realizing Johnny had kicked out before the count could be completed. Chris rolls on his side, away from Johnny. He is in the midst of having a bit of a fit, all his raw angry pouring out in one spurt. He'd put Johnny through BARBED WIRE, that always puts people away, right?

"Add on the Lemon Brook Plunge he suffered through in the first fall. What else CAN Chris put Johnny through?" Bennett asks.

"A Massive Food Processor." Critic bluntly says, getting silence on the airwaves as response. "…What, You Asked!"

Chris teetered back up to his feet, fists clenched tight. He was continually shooting verbal venom at Johnny. Whatever the particulars were we can't hear, but you can guarantee it was some sort of threat on Johnny's life. He grabs Johnny by the shoulders and waistline, throwing him with all is power via a Irish Whip into the northwestern corner.

"That Irish Whip Was Powered By Rage." Bennett describes.

Johnny just slouches down along the silver corner pad. He seemed unaware of all that was going on. His body was just working on impulse at this point, deflecting any threat to keep alive. Chris tumbles back in the opposite corner. He himself is trying to get some big gulps of air to energize and finish the job….

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He unfastens his orange belt, tying it up around his right hand.

"….alright, I'll be honest Bennett, I'm lost right here." Critic deadpans.

"Tying That Around A Fist….HE'S GOING TO REINFORCE HIS PUNCH!" Bennett exclaims.

"The Tower's Telling Him He's Clear For Take Off." Critic exclaims.

Chris goes RUNNING….

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JOHNNY DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY, BUT CHRIS HAS THE PROWESS TO JUMP ON TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE!

"He's Still Got His Impulses, Darting Aside!" Bennett exclaims.

"Look At His Agility, Bennett!" Critic points out.

"It Is Impressive, With His Back Slashed By Glass, I Admit." Bennett adds. "But Johnny Can't Do Anything But Delay The Inevitable. Everyone Here Knows It!"

Chris Reaches Down, Grabbing Johnny By The Hair. He yanks him back into the corner, trying to pull him up by his shoulders…

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Johnny Fights Off Chris After He's Pulled To His Level…

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CHRIS'S EYES GO WHITE IN SHOCK, BEFORE JOHNNY UPPERCUTS HIM…

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JOHNNY CRADLES CHRIS'S HEAD BY HIS PELVIS, DROPPING BACK TO SPIKE THE CRANIUM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FALLING VARIANT OF THE KNOCKOUT PACKAGE (Package Piledriver)!

"KNOCKOUT PACKAGE!" Bennett exclaims, the crowd popping form the sudden turn of events.

"HE CAN'T BE KO'D!" Critic shrieks as Johnny pulls both of Chris's legs over to pin him down…

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"YES! HE DID IT!" Bennett exclaims, as Johnny is STILL holding Chris pinned to the mat. That is, until Referee Tarr calls for the bell to be rung.

"But Chris Is A Killer!" Critic pleads.

"Chris Is A Mess, Doug!" Bennett shouts back. "And If He Wouldn't Be If He Hadn't Jumped Johnny."

Johnny's bloodied left arm goes slack, not needing to worry about fighting anymore tonight. Macy raises Johnny's one good arm to solidify the victory.

"You're Winner Of The Match, And Number One Contender For The Heart Of Wrestling Championship, Johnny Alvarez!" Holo announces.

"I can't believe it." Critic grumbles in frustration, completely in contrast to the celebratory mood the crowd was like.

"For A Moment I Didn't Think He Would Achieve It Either. But Here We Are!" Bennett exclaims. "Johnny Is Going To Fight Adam Price For The Heart Of Wrestling Championship At Innuendo."

"That Should Be Chris!" Critic pipes in.

"It Could Have Been Had He Not Piledriven Him On The Hood A Freakin Truck!" Bennett shouts back.

"Casualties Are Inevitable In War!" Critic declares.

"And Chris Has Lost The Battle!" Bennett states.

"But Not The War!" Critic retorts. "He Pinned Johnny Once, He Got Something More Important. He Got A Contract! He Will Be Back!"

As Johnny's hand is let got, he tumbles from fatigue into the ropes. He's contagiously confident smile grows under the strands of hair obscuring his face. He was always gunning for world titles to make his stance as a fighter be legit. But it the summer of 2020 had been a wild ride already, thrusting him in a title picture he could not for see himself getting into til maybe Year 2. But he had rightfully won the honor of being first challenger to the first world champion of Heart & Soul…

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But When Johnny Turned To Face His Upcoming Adversary, He Found That Cushioned Chair Vacated. Adam Had Taken His Belt And Coldly Stormed To The Back The Moment The Final Bell Rung. The Top Bill Had A World Title Match To Plan For In A Few Months Time.

Pyrrha Nikos vs. Selena Richardson

I think you've grown just as tired as the roster & in-universe fans of seeing Heart & Soul be embroiled in controversy. Before the riot-like atmosphere the characters got dropped into, before everyone got locked into the Tavern as the only means to continue producing shows in the 'real-world', there was in fact a matter of controversy transpiring in the squared circle. Who Was Attacking 'The Invincible Girl' Pyrrha Nikos? She thought she'd drawn the lucky Queen out of the deck for the Suits & Wildcard Royale, only to be careened into the supports of The Palestra. Then came a masked assailant at I Want It All, finding their way through the hostile audience to definitively deny Pyrrha a chance to be the inaugural Soul Of Wrestling Champion. Pyrrha wanted answers, and the only one who may have leaked them was the woman who benefited most from Pyrrha's plight. Selena would much rather be lounging and saving her energy for the marquee show. But coming off of a successful Sophisticated Beauty victory, she rode a towering wave of confidence she hoped would drown Pyrrha. Selena would love nothing more than to embarrass her in the Tavern, make her go 0-2 in Heart & Soul. The match was set, but had the struggle of coming off the insane 2 Out Of 2 Falls.

Pyrrha had a strong showing in the first minute. She deflected Selena into the corners each time she tried to grapple. Selena wants to blast Pyrrha in the head, eventually to set her up for the Beautiful Disaster Kick. But in order to do that, she had to get the Invincible Girl taken off her legs. Pyrrha was a powerhouse in the early going, but was more worried about gaining some sort of vengeance for the constant hit and run attacks. She grows more aggressive, attacking Selena headlong. This comes to be a detriment when Selena starts finding ways of evading Pyrrha's rushes. Through in Sakura & Elena nipping at Pyrrha's heels, hanging up Pyrrha whenever the referee isn't looking. Pyrrha is almost tripped up by Sakura lunging her hands under the ropes. She keeps herself from falling but the distraction was enough for a enzugiri to cut her down to the canvas.

Selena loves to look down upon everyone, and her sleeper hold always gives her time to feed off the fans anger. She knows they hate the rest spot, its not 'their' type of wrestling. She's going to force them to endure her own style, liking it is not required. Pyrrha looks to be breaking out of it, only to be whipped to the mat by a white Russian legsweeper. She tries to hit Pyrrha with what she calls the Beauty Buster (Full Nelson Facebuster), but Pyrrha stomps her leg into Selena's midsection to separate. Pyrrha tries for a spear but Selena yanks herself out of the way. The Invincible Girl darts clean through the ropes and crashes to the floor in nasty manner.

Selena adds insult to injury by jumping off the top turnbuckle with a diving crossbody. Referee Gallatin starts the ring count, being paused by a seemingly irate Selena. She jumped onto the ring apron and began…pleading with Gallatin? She was getting all tear eyed for she was intentionally mocking the company & the crowd. "LET ME GO EXTREME! JUST FOR 5 SECONDS! ITS NOT FAIR EVERYONE GETS TO GO EXTREME AND NOT ME!" Its all a ploy to allow for Sakura & Elena to smash Pyrrha's skull between their dual running high knees. One could tell just how well in sync the Sophisticated Beauty were; Selena just knew when her partners in crime were done, she didn't need to look. Selena brings Pyrrha back into the ring, running for the rebound off the ropes. She soars back at Pyrrha and hits the Disaster Kick for a 2 count.

Selena puts her disdain for Pyrrha on full force. You know when Selena is growing antsy to end a match is when she even refuses to touch you with her hands. She hoists Pyrrha's jaw by only the tip of her wrestling boot. She tries for Auburned, but gets spun upside down and twisted into Pyrrha's own rolling cutter, the Cross Polarity. Selena panics, letting herself be dead weight to avoid being spiraled into the canvas. The consequence is a Inverted DDT. Pyrrha keeps Selena down on the canvas with a running single leg drop before going for her own pin attempt that dies with a 2 count.

Both women spar back and forth. Selena gets her digs in by cutting her legs around and behind Pyrrha. Pyrrha manages to keep her feet firm on the canvas and throw Selena aside with hiptosses and suplexes. Pyrrha rises the crowds hopes by evading another go at the Disaster Kick, but her running forearm smash is tripped up into a leglock. That leg lock because a all out Figure Four! Pyrrha scratches and claws triumphantly to the ropes for the break….only for Selena to follow the 5 count rigorously, shooting to her feet and pulling Pyrrha to the geographic center. The crowd's hopes for Pyrrha seem to all exhaust at once…

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But The Brief Break Allowed Pyrrha Time To Recharge. She Re-Arranged The Re-applied Figure Four Quickly Into A Kneebar!

Selena's arms and head go into a uncontrolled fit of panic as she eats the leg pressure Pyrrha had been suffering through. Sweet Diva frantically run to the bottom rope, shaking it so Selena is made aware how close it is. She manages to get a rope break so she doesn't have to submit. Sakura jumps up on the apron, catching the ire of Referee Gallatin. Pyrrha was approaching the ropes where Selena lay and got SPRAYED in the eyes by PERFUME SPRAY! Elena had a bottle of perfume she'd been keeping hidden till a desperate moment. Pyrrha is blinded, retreating to one of the corners to try and rub her eyes free. She gets rattled by a Running High Knee into the corner, before being given a slight boost into the ring….So Selena Can Springboard And Plant Her Into The Ring With Beauty Struck (Springboard DDT)!

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ROPE BREAK! In Selena's zeal to steal, she'd planted Pyrrha into the canvas within easy reach of the ropes!

Sakura & Elena approach the ropes on opposite sides of the ring, looking to want to do away with the match and just beat Pyrrha to a pulp. Selena…won't allow it? She wants to silence Pyrrha for good. Getting DQ'd to wreck her only will give Pyrrha more reason to suspect the Auburn Beauty as the perpetrator of the attacks. Selena perches Pyrrha up on the top turnbuckle, at first we think she is trying for a superplex. But when the Invincible Girl's head gets inverted a tucked under her rivals' arm, its apparent the plan. Selena is going to try and take Pyrrha out with the Auburn Beauty from on top of the ropes!

But Pyrrha manages to prevent her doom. She weaves out from Selena's grasp and starts to tie her legs around Selena's right arm. Selena tumbles off the ropes, Pyrrha clings on for the plunge and transitions fully into a Cross Armbreaker! Selena keeps the arm from being extended by locking her arms together. This doesn't both Pyrrha has she has the strength to get back to her feet and drill Selena's ribs with a Fireman's Carry Double Knee Gutbuster. Pyrrha pops to her feet knowing the golden opportunity laid before her. Selena instinctively gets to her feet, feeling the vibrations of Sakura & Elena smacking the ring. But it wasn't for encouragement, it was for pleas for her to stay down…

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Miló Javelin (Spear)!

That was part one. Pyrrha gives an encore by cracking out a variant of the Cross Polarity she's rarely used in Johnstown. The Inverted Double Underhook Facebuster variant, dropping Selena flat to the canvas for the pin! Selena still has a date with championship destiny at Innuendo, but Pyrrha can go forward in Heart & Soul. She can draw a bright red asterisk by Selena's name when the record books are written for that upcoming Fatal Four Way.

"Pyrrha desperately needed this victory. She needed to prove the injustice of the hit and runs, robbing her of a chance at the championship. Selena paid the price of taking the backdoor to Innuendo." Bennett declares, as Selena is dragged with her arms over the shoulders of Sweet Diva.

"Ah crap."

"What?"

"The damn ceiling is going again." Critic muttered, as we see it appears some screws from a vent on the low ceiling above the ring must have had last lost its fight with rust.

"Did you know fans that when you buy a Heart & Soul pay-per-view, you're in fact donating to pay off Johnstown's City Council from condemning us-"

"HEY WAIT A MINUTE!" Bennett exclaimed, interrupting…

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As Someone Dressed In All Black Drops Through The Busted Through Vent, Landing Perfectly In The Ring!

"IT WASN'T SELENA! IT WASN'T SELENA!" Critic shouts. "I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!"

"Oh Like Hell You Did!" Bennett counters.

Pyrrha tilts her head back upon feeling the ring shutter, coming face to face for a split second with the blacked trespasser. More like face to veil, as whomever has broken into the Tavern is concealing their identity in a form fitting black & grey mask with distinct green goggles sewed into the eyeholes.

"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY!?" Critic shouts.

"That Mask…That's…THAT'S A EQUALIST MASK, WHAT THE HELL!?" Bennett exclaims, identifying the distinct face covering…

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THE MASKED 'EQUALIST' CUTS INTO THE SIDE OF PYRRHA'S JAW WITH A SUDDEN SPINNING HELL KICK! Pyrrha Begins To Peter Down, Her Head Hooked Up By The Attackers Right Arm As They Continue To Spin Counter Clockwise…

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THE MOMENTUM OF THE SPIN SUCKS PYRRHA IN ALMOST LIKE A TORNADO WOULD DEBRIS, THE ATTACKER GRABS HER LEGS WITH THEIR LEFT ARM TO SPIKE PYRRHA INTO THE CANVAS WITH WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED A SPIRALING CROSS-LEGGED PACKAGED PILEDRIVER!

"Whoever It Is, They About Took Pyrrha's Head Off!" Critic added.

"Spinning Heel Kick, That Piledriver Followed Up…" Bennett sputtered, his brain doing some working to figure out the identity of whoever the masked vigilante. But he wouldn't have to wait much longer, nor would anyone in the Tavern. The mask willfully comes off…

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"KORRA!?" Critic exclaims.

"IT'S THE AVATAR HERSELF! Nobody Has Seen Her In The Multiverse Proper Since Last November!" Bennett adds.

"Certainly Explains The Running IN And Out, Just Like How She Came Through The Crowd Then!" Critic surmises.

"She Laid Out Pyrrha, Though! WHY? WHY?" Bennett demanded answers.

"She's Balancing The Ring, Had To Buff Out The Dents Chris & Johnny Put In It." Critic jokingly quips.

"WITH PYRRHA'S SKULL?!" Bennett cried out.

"She Balances Things, That's Korra's Job!" Critic explains, purposefully to be humorous.

The Avatar dropped the Equalist mask she'd been holding on to for years, the cover she'd once used in the days of their occupation of Republic City…Stomping And Crushing The Lens In! No longer did she want to sit in the shadows and watch, she was active in Heart & Soul…

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AND SHE UNLOADED A BLURRY FLURRY OF FISTS INTO PYRRHA'S SKULL!

"The Avatar Is Loco! The Avatar Is Loco!" Critic shouted, like a broken record. His voice was soon drowned out by the metallic echo of the ring bell rattling non stop, trying to signal for help.

"Oh God, I Think She's Busted Her Open!" Bennett exclaims. Soon, the crimson that stains Korra's one fist can be seen seeping up from a nasty break of the skin just below Pyrrha's hairline. It's a bit hard to tell what's her hair and what's blood…until it starts to stream down her cheek!

"Get Someone Out Here!" Bennett called for. "It's A Tavern, Not The Tokyo Dome! Get Out There Now!"

This was a Korra the likes of which had never been seen. She wasn't taking satisfaction in peace, she was relishing in the pain she was hammering into the once Invincible Girl. For no good reason other than she could, Korra pulled Pyrrha to a point her body was perpendicular to The Avatar's…

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DROPPING HER ON THE BACK OF HER BLEEDING HEAD WITH AN INVERTED DDT! As If She Was Acting Out Some Warped Fantasy On Wanting To Play The Icon, As She Did The Very Howl Associated With Sting!

Apparently Heart & Soul's Response To Handlign With The Avatar Was With One Of Her Best Friends. Bolin came running out on the stage, darting through the ropes. Korra at last stopped what she was doing, looking sincerely happy to see the face of someone she had not seen directly in 4 or 5 years. The Whole Damn Deal was completely in shock.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"She Killed It!"

"…WHAT!?"

"She Killed My Home! She Killed YOUR Home!"

"….KORRA, ARE YOU INSANE!?"…

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AND BOLIN WAS THE NEXT TO BE STUNNED WITH THE HEEL KICK/PACKAGE PILEDRIVER SPIRAL!

"OH MY GOD, NO!" Bennett exclaimed.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!?" Critic shrieked.

"SHE'S SNAPPED!" Bennett proclaimed. "SHE'S SUPPOSE TO BRING PEACE!"

"THEN SHE'S A JUDAS!" Critic decried.

The bell continued to rattle, the timekeeper was clearly growing desperate! Korra began to rip the two silver corner pads free from their moorings, lobbing they aside with no clear purpose other than wanting them removed. Maybe she was going to drill Pyrrha or Bolin's skulls into the exposed steel!?

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None Of This Happened, However. A Wave Of Wrestlers Poured Out From The Back And Jumped Into The Ring! The Referees Tried Desperately To Race At A Breakneck Speed Ahead Of The Wrestlers, Wanting TO Stop The Chaos Before It Got Worse. Mike Attitude Was The First One In The Ring, Being Taken Down With A Spinning Heel Kick That Made Him Motionless In The Corner!

"Referee Mike Attitude Is Dead!" Critic exclaims.

But he would be the last victim of the ambush. The numbers were clearly to much to take on. Plus, Korra seemed satisfied with the damage she'd caused in a Heart & Soul ring. She darts between the ropes, barraging through the crowd in the process of her hurried retreat. The crowd is left aghast, trying to piece together the who and the what. Soon, they'll go home and begin to be drawn to the more important question: why?

Gospel Of Wealth vs. Armed Vanguards – Heart Of Wrestling Tag Team Championship

The complete chaos and shocking revelation that the Avatar had stirred up almost made everyone forget about the primary intent of being on pay-per-view tonight. The ring had to be cleared of the crowd in preparation to crown Heart & Soul's very first tag team champions. The twin belts sat on a podium perched upon the stage. A intriguing design that emphasized silver with red & black undertones on the lower half. The center plate was nothing special, but a heart shaped globe inside set these belts apart from most. Each belt had a sash design holding the words "TAG TEAM", but the sash was draped in opposite directions per belt. The prizes were set and ready, now to determine who would win them.

The Gospel of Wealth are flaunting their show of force more so than we ever have seen in Heart & Soul before. All five member stand in the ring in a bid to intimidate during the introductions that are read regally. Both teams come in with a different set of confidence. Frank Woods is as boisterous as always, while Frick lets his silent smirk speak volumes. But their partners repress them in the early moments of the match. Mason & Carnegie grapple professional and take a slow, monotonous opening to feel out one another. Mason gets the upper hand, but hi-jinks from the Gospel of Wealth cause the match to quickly de-evolve into tag team chaos. Woods continually tries to save Mason, but is hampered by the legalities of a wrestling ring. The more the Gospel of Wealth jab their way in, the more the crowd grows restless.

But this quickly starts to grow into a far different Gospel of Wealth bout. Referee Mamoru Unno would only put up with so much of Lauren Pitcairn's antics. He eventually catches a attempt to yank the foot of Frick on a rope to stop a sure fire pin attempt by Woods. Unno ejects ALL of the non-participants from ringside to the joy of just about everyone in the Hardcore Tavern. Frick becomes a threatened wild animal, however. His attacks only grow more and more brutal. He seems hell bent on breaking the ankle of Woods in retaliation for the ejection. Woods manages to get to the ropes to keep the match going, but only gets the hot tag after a lucky enzugiri.

Tags are exchanged on and off, as the match quickly spiraled into a frenzy near its climax. Everyone was trying to rush in and break up pins. Everyone was trying to 2 on 1 their opponent. A very near fall came when Carnegie dived down with a elbow drop to break up a double team pin after the Op 40. Mason at one point is sucked into Frick's Strike Breaker (Cobra Clutch Slam), but the veteran manages to through Frick over his shoulder and eat a big boot from Woods. Mason is freed up to stop Carnegie from blindsiding him with some sort of dive off the top turnbuckle. Mason, the legal partner, hits Duty Calls to secure the win & championships for the Armed Vanguards! Alex Mason & Frank Woods are Heart & Soul Wrestling's very first tag team champions. The show goes on in a hurry, surprisingly running the limit of their time slot with such a short card. The last shot is therefore Referee Unno handing the championship belts over to the their first bearers.

Innuendo*

Selena Richardson vs. Leslie Haines vs. Sarah Ortiz vs. Lucia Siycron - Fatal Four Way - Soul Of Wrestling Championship

Adam Price (c) vs Johnny Alvarez - Singles Match - Heart Of Wrestling Championship

*- Only Announced Matches As Of Breakthru. Card Subject To Change

If You Are Reading This...You Mad...You Actually Read All Of This!...XO ...In All Seriousness, Thank You For Reading And Following Heart & Soul Wrestling. Its Been A Big Gamble To Quit Northern Carnage Wrestling And Start A Brand New Fiction Company From Scratch. Hopefully You All Think It Is Paying Off. For The First Time, I Put In The Extra Grit To Type Out A Match In Full. Partially Because I Loved Writing The Last Johnny & Christopher Match And Wanted To Give Them A More Complete Story. But Also IN Large Part This May Be The Last Installment Of Heart & Soul For Some Time. There Are So Many Things Going In And Around Life At The Moment.T here Are Other Projects I Wish To Pursue. Bot Most Importantly Is The Return Of College. This Spring Semester Is Going To Be More Demanding Than Any Other So I Must Put Heart & Soul On The Backburner. I Never Have A Set Schedule When It Comes To My Writing Because I'm Terrible At Meeting Deadlines. So Take This With A Pinch Of Salt When I Say I Plan To Get Another CyberSlamo Out In April. Then Hopefully In Late May We Can All Celebrate Me Surviving This Upcoming Semester With A Big Live Action Party Over In The Multiverse For Innuendo. Only Time Will Tell. In The Meantime: Leave A Comment To Let Me Know What You Thought Of Breakthru And Heart & Soul Overall, Follow & Favorite Heart & Soul Wrestling To Keep Up To Date When I Return. One More Time, Thanks For Reading!