2/7/04 - MWF Brawl Games

William Driver vs. Echelon - Street Fight

So Driver came out to the ring with this chair he'd spray-painted "blunt force trauma" on. I came out with a "no parking" sign.
We ran at each other, and I got the upper hand with a couple shots to the back with the sign. I hit him alot. He clawed at my eyes, and hit me alot. Then he threw me out of the ring and damn near into the front row. Not being an intellectual giant, he stood there and says "That's what you get for messing with me!"  Duh.
I swept his legs and dragged him partway outta the ring, then delivered the feared Cockpunch (tm). Hey, I play by the rules...but when there are no rules, all bets are off. I finished pulling him out of the ring and haul him out into the crowd. After raking his head across the wall, I bounce his head off walls and doors, and drag him into concessions. We started beating the hell out of each other as the concessions girls screamed, and Driver got the upper hand when he beaned me with a coffeepot.
Next thing I know, I'm flying out the concessions window to land on a rather unpadded wooden floor. That really doesn't feel too good. Then he chucked the garbage can at me. It was one of those big industrial plastic ones, not a cheap little aluminum thing like you see on TV. That didn't feel too good either.
He dragged me back towards the ring, returning the raking-the-head-across-the-wall favor, and proceeded to smack me with the chair. Then he kicked me in the head, and hit me some more. He set me up for his Dirtnap finisher. Instead of falling to it like everyone else has, I turned it into a Victory Roll while he had me way up in the air. He kicked out of the pin, and I dropped the sit-down nutcracker (holding his legs up in the air, kick both my legs between his and fall on my butt so my heels land sqaw in his crotch). I'm struggling to get around at this point, after all the punishment, but I managed to get up and grab the chair, which made a nice noise when I hit him with it. I picked him back up, and DDTed his damned head right onto that chair of his. Then I dragged him to his feet and whipped him into the corner.
Then -- BOOM. I hit my spear.
He got his foot on the ropes to break the pin, then rolled out of the ring. I gave chase, and he caught me by surprise when I came around the corner and smacked me with one of our ring tote-bins. He kicked me in the head a few times, then set my head on the apron and dropped a leg on the back of my neck.
The chair came out again. He choked me with it, and slammed it into my neck repeatedly. While I lay there gasping for breath, he took the chair and jammed it between the top two turnbuckles in a corner. He picked me up and set out to throw me into the chair...
Only for me to reverse the whip and send him head-first into the thing.
One...two...three. I win.
I scampered out of the ring and supported myself on the ring steps while Ref Dave raised my arm. Driver roused, and threw a temper tantrum when he realized he'd lost. While he was pitching his little hissy fit, I dug around under the ring for my little Valentine's Day present for him.
Hey, I'm a nice girl. Why can't I get him a Valentine's Day present??
He jumped out and came barreling around the ring, chair in hand. I stood my ground while he ran at me and as he got to within a few steps...
I smashed a cream pie in his face.
Months ago, after our first match, he suggested that I go bake a pie instead of wrestling with the guys. But I can do two things at once.
The chair clattered to the ground, and I grabbed the mic as he stood there wearing pie crust and whipped cream like a mask.
"Why don't YOU go bake a pie?" I asked him, then walked to the back.

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