AS: Grey Vs Maguire

[Patty O'Green 0]

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DING DING DING!~!~

BUFFER
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Our next match is a SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE, NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH! And is for the OAOAST INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!"

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CUE: "Bird Flu" by M.I.A.

-The cheers are off the charts as their new favorite song kicks up, signaling the entrance of the special guest referee, Evelyn Maguire! The saloon doors swing open, and out she walks, looking very attractive in her short black shorts, knee high boots, and referee striped shirt. D-d-d-d-d-damn! She smirks as she stops just in front of the doors, looking out at the fans. She then begins her walk down the aisle, hands on her hips the entire way down.

BUFFER
"Entering First! Hailing from Galway, Ireland, but residing in Boston, Massachusetts...THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREEEEEEE.....EVELYYYYYYYYYYYYYYN....MAAAAAAAAAGUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRE
EEE!!!

COLE
Evelyn Maguire is in a tough spot here tonight, Coach! She has to referee the match between her flesh and blood, her brother, Colin Maguire, Jr. and her new BOYFRIEND, the Intercontinental Champion

-The cheers grow louder as Evelyn slowly steps into the ring. She paces about, exchanging friendly words with Buffer.


CUE: "The Rocky Road to Dublin" by The Young Dubliners

-The cheers turn immediately into boos as the lights begin flashing green, gold, and orange. The saloon doors open slowly, revealing The Irish Golden Boy, Colin Maguire, Jr., clad in his traditional black hooded track suit. He jogs slowly past the saloon doors before stopping. He hops side to side, smirking out at the fans, before jogging down to the ring.

BUFFER
"Introducing first, the challenger...from Boston, Massachusetts...he weighs in at Two Hundred and Fifteen Pounds...THE IRISH GOLDEN BOY...COLIN! MAAAAAAAAAAGUUUIIIIIIIIRREEEEE....JUUUUUUUUUNIOOOOOOOORR!!"

-The boos intensify as CMJ slides into the ring, unzipping his track suit and unsnapping his track suit bottoms as he stands to reveal a dark gold singlet, four leaf clover smack dab in the middle. He tosses the clothes to his sister, who just stands there and glares, letting the clothes fall to the mat. CMJ smirks as he continues warming up, anxiously watching the entrance way.

COLE
CMJ looks to be completely focused on the task at hand here, Coach.

COACH
Well, duh! In all my years of in ring experience, I ha -

COLE
Waitwaitwait...what in-ring experience?

COACH
...I have found that if you aren't 100% focused on the match once you walk through that curtain - or in this case, saloon doors - then you have a 0% chance of winning the damn thing.

COLE
That's great, but what in-ring experience are you talking about?

COACH
....The lights are dimming!


CUE: "Rockers to Swallow" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

-The cheers grow insane as CMJ glares at the entrance way, a look of pure hatred. CMJ beckons towards it, smiling a sadistic smile as he does. Suddenly, the cheers amplify! Someone slides into the ring, carrying a title belt...It's -

COLE
JEREME GREY!

COACH
LOOK OUT, JUNIOR!

-Jereme stands quickly, clutching at the title belt. A sadistic look glimmers in his eyes as he stalks CMJ, who scoffs at the entrance way. He waves his hand at it and turns slowly...WHAM!!! The fans erupt as Jereme's title belt nails CMJ right in between the eyes! CMJ rolls about in pain, clutching at his head as Jereme stands, tossing the belt to Evelyn. Evelyn catches it and hands it to Buffer as she signals for the bell to ring.

DING
DING
DING!

COLE
And the match is underway, I guess!

COACH
That French snake!

-Jereme drops down and covers CMJ! Evelyn drops down...

ONE!!




TWO!!




THREENOJEREMEBROKEUPHISOWNPINATTEMPT!~

-Evelyn sits up, looking at her boy. "What the hell, babe?!" she says, but Jereme ignores her. Jereme stands quickly, grabbing CMJ by his now bloodied head. Jereme stands him up, pushing the Irishman into the corner. Jereme steps back...WHAM! A huge knee connects with CMJ's gut. Jereme rears back again...and ANOTHER big knee connects. Jereme grabs ahold of CMJ's wrist, pulling him out of the corner. Jereme goes to Irish whip him, but holds on, pulling CMJ back towards him...WHAMCRASH!~

COLE
A HUGE clothesline takes out CMJ!

COACH
That DAMN French Snake!

-Jereme smirks as he picks up CMJ again, this time standing behind him. Jereme wraps his arms around Junior's waist...and lifts!! CRASH!! The fans erupt as CMJ clutches at his neck, the massive German suplex doing what it was made to do. Jereme, however, doesn't let go. Instead, he slowly stands again, dragging CMJ along with him. Jereme lifts again...CRASH!! The fans groan as CMJ goes lifeless, courtesy of another German suplex. Once again, Jereme stands, dragging CMJ along with him.

COLE
If he hits the Un, Deux, Trois, this match could be as good as over!

-Jereme smirks, just before repositioning his arms under CMJ's, pulling them up into a Dragon Suplex position. Jereme once again lifts...CRASH!~! CMJ's neck folds like a card table, and Jereme holds on for the pin! Evelyn drops!

ONE!!


TWO!!


THRNO!~WHATTEHFUCK!~PWNAGEOFTEHN00BS!~

COLE
CMJ BARELY kicked out!

COACH
HA! You dumb French snake!

-Jereme sits slowly, glancing at Evelyn, who holds up two fingers. He shakes his head as he stands, grabbing CMJ by his well-bloodied hair. Jereme drags him towards the ropes, resting Junior's throat across the second rope. Jereme slowly saunters over to the opposite end of the ring and turns, glaring at his sworn enemy.

COLE
What could Jereme Grey be planning here?

COACH
What ever it is, I bet it's snakey...and French.

-Jereme waits for a few moments while he looks out at the crowd, who chant his name. He smiles...AND TAKES OFF! Jereme runs towards the CMJ's prone corpse. Jereme leaps into the air...BUT CMJ ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! The fans groan as Jereme's crotches himself on the second rope. CMJ stands quickly, running towards the opposite ropes. He rebounds, and charges full speed ahead towards Jereme. CMJ dives...WHAM!! A huge spear connects, sending both men out of the ring to the mats below! Jereme clutches at his ribs as he struggles to breath, while CMJ holds his right shoulder. Cue the "Holy shit" chants!

COLE
An AMAZING spear from Colin Maguire, Jr.! Both men are out!

COACH
It's all because CMJ is focused entirely on this match, Cole! He doesn't have a distraction like Evelyn Maguire is to Jereme Grey. CMJ is the NEW IC champ, Mike. Mark my words.

-CMJ slowly stands, causing the fans to boo a little. He slowly trudges towards the announce booths, still clutching at his right shoulder. He points at Buffer, who in turn stands from his chair. CMJ grabs it and turns, just in time to see Jereme getting to one knee.

COLE
Colin Maguire, Jr. has a chair, Jereme Grey has injured ribs...I smell a disaster, Coach!

COACH
I can smell championship gold, Mike! And that's ONLY because CMJ is standing upwind from us!

-Jereme stands slowly, holding his ribs tight, just as CMJ lifts the chair high above his head. CMJ swings downward...BUT JEREME BARELY DODGES! CMJ glares at Jereme, who leans against the apron. CMJ swings once again...BUT JEREME DUCKS! The chair hits the second rope and bounces back, hitting CMJ right in the face! CMJ drops to the mats, clutching at his bloody face. Jereme slowly picks up the chair, the pain in his ribs slowly subsiding as he paces around CMJ, who slowly gets to his knees. Jereme lifts the chair...and brings it down hard across the back of Colin Maguire, Jr.! Colin screams in pain as he clutches at his back, just as Jereme rears the chair back...NO! Jereme clutches at his croissants and drops the chair, courtesy of a low blow from CMJ.

COACH
THAT sticks it to both Jereme Grey AND Evelyn! Ha!

-CMJ fumbles for the chair as he stands. Jereme slowly gets to a knee as CMJ unfolds the chair and sets it down, back facing away from Jereme. CMJ walks slowly towards Jereme and grabs his hair, picking him up. CMJ grabs ahold of Jereme's wrist and whips him towards the announcement booth, but stops short, still holding on. CMJ pulls the other way, sending Jereme towards the chair, and CMJ drops down! He wraps his feet around Jereme's ankle...CRASH!! The fans groan as Jereme's head bounces off the chair, a loud yell exiting his lungs as he clutches at his forehead. CMJ stands triumphantly, smirking at the booing fans. He wipes some blood away from his forehead and flings it at Jereme.

COLE
An incredible drop-toe-hold onto a chair from CMJ, Colin Maguire, Jr.! He could have the match won here!

-CMJ slowly grabs Jereme by the hair and picks him up, giving the fans a glimpse at Jereme's now-bloodied head. CMJ slowly slides Jereme into the ring and follows close behind. Evelyn shakes her head slowly as Jereme drops and covers. Evelyn slowly drops...


ONE!!




TWO!!





THNO!~ Jereme's shoulder barely raises off the mat. CMJ glares at his sister, who raises two fingers right in front of CMJ's face. Junior stands quickly, trying hard to intimidate his sister, who mockingly acts scared. CMJ shakes his head and points at her, before turning to Jereme Grey. CMJ slowly grabs Jereme by his now bloody blonde hair and stands him up, just before whipping him into the opposite corner. Jereme hits hard chest first, causing the frenchman to back up a bit...WHAM!! Jereme once again clutches at his ribs as he rolls out of the ring, courtesy of the "Wicklow" Express (the Elijah Express...whoooo). CMJ smirks as he steps out of the ring next to Jereme. Jereme drops a few boots to the back of Jereme's head, before reaching underneath the ring. He fumbles around for a few seconds before producing....

COACH
A Garbage Can! Exactly what Jereme Grey's wrestling style reminds me of!...Garbage.

-CMJ smirks once again as he slowly stands, turning to show the fans the trash can. He slowly turns to Jereme Grey, who continues to hold his ribs as he lifts himself to a knee. CMJ rears the trash can back...and swings...NO! Jereme quickly stands and jumps, delivering a dropkick straight into the trashcan, which in turn hits CMJ in the face! The fans erupt as CMJ slowly falls backward. Jereme hits the mats with a thud, which causes the IC champ to let out a huge groan as he once again clutches at his ribs.

COLE
Jereme Grey with a GREAT desperation move! A Van Jeremator, if you will!

COACH
I won't. That was reaaaaaaally dumb.

-Moments pass as both men lie on the mats, and it is Jereme Grey who begins to stir first. Jereme slowly gets to a knee as CMJ begins to stir. Jereme is now standing. He shakes his head as he stumbles back, watching CMJ slowly get to his feet. Jereme watches and waits, waiting for the right opportunity. CMJ slowly turns, and Jereme takes off! Jereme ducks under a desperation clothesline and hops up onto the steel steps. Without a moments waste, Jereme hurls himself backward, flipping in the air!

COLE
MOONSAULT!?!

-...but CMJ catches him! With a loud yell, CMJ runs towards the ring post...BUT JEREME SLIPS AWAY! CMJ barely hops over the steel steps. He stops on a dime and turns...JUST IN TIME to see Jereme Grey vaulting from the steel steps! Jereme swings his leg...WHAM!! Jereme stumbles as he lands on his feet, but CMJ falls back, clutching at his crimson face. The HUGE Shining Wizard connects!

COLE
Shades of his second cousin-in-law, Austin "Ragdoll" Baker! A vaulting Devil Doll!!

COACH
Jereme Grey WISHES he could hit that move with the same force as Ragdoll! Don't even TRY and compare the two, Mike!

-Jereme, showing signs of tiredness, slowly grabs CMJ by the hair and lifts him to a standing position. He grabs a hold of his wrist and whips him towards the ring, where CMJ hits with a nasty thud. Jereme suddenly turns his attention to under the ring, where he is now rummaging.

COLE
What could Jereme be looking for?

COACH
You know, you ask that EVERY TIME! You've seen just as many matches as I have, and we BOTH know that there are five things under that ring that have NO place being there: chairs, trash cans, tables, ladders, and little midgets dressed as leprechauns. And since we at the OAOAST don't have anything like that last one, then take your fuckin' pick at the other four.

COLE
...

-Jereme suddenly backs out from under the ring, revealing...A LITTLE MIDG...I mean...A TABLE! The fans go wild as Jereme slides it into the ring, just before grabbing CMJ and sliding him in as well. Jereme hops up onto the apron as CMJ slowly stands. Almost immediately, Jereme slingshots himself onto the top rope, and leaps! CMJ turns AND LEAPS AS WELL! CMJ catches Jereme...CRASH!! SLÁN AGUS BEANNACHT LEAT!! The fans erupt in boos as Jereme clutches the back of his neck. CMJ lies motionless, the SABLe taking a lot of him.

COLE
The SABLe has connected! GOODBYE AND BLESSINGS TO YOU!

COACH
Yes! Just turn over, CMJ! Cover him! Cover him!

-The fans rise and boo as both men lie motionless on the mat, and for a few moments, it seems like no-one is even breathing. Evelyn paces around, her eyes locked on CMJ, who slowly begins to stir. He slowly...sloooooowly rolls over...

AND DRAPES AN ARM! Evelyn drops and counts, the fans counting along...



ONE!!






TWO!!









TWO AND HALF!!!













THREE!

NO!~! The cheers are insane as Jereme raises his shoulder, just as Evelyn's hand is inches away from the mat! CMJ rolls over slowly, covering his face with his hands.

COLE
Jereme Grey BARELY got his shoulder up, Coach! We ALMOST had a new champion!

COACH
Jesus...that almost gave me a heart attack...

-CMJ gathers his bearings and stands slowly, clutching at his neck, just as Jereme begins to stir. CMJ glances around the ring until he spies the table! CMJ smirks as he steps past Jereme, kicking him in the head as he does. CMJ grabs the table and lifts it. He turns around, unfolding the legs as Jereme slowly stands. CMJ sets down the table and hops over it, grabbing Jereme by the head. WHAM! The fans erupt as CMJ reels back, taking a brutal punch from Jereme. WHAM! Another punch connects, sending CMJ back again...Jereme rears back once again and swings...But CMJ ducks! Jereme spins slightly...AND CMJ LEAPS!

COLE
D-STREET CUTTER?!

-CMJ reaches out for Jereme's head, but Jereme continues spinning, slapping CMJ's arm away! CMJ hits the mat hard, causing him to jump up, clutching his back, which is turned towards Jereme...




COBRA CLUTCH IS LOCKED IN!! The fans erupt as CMJ struggles to escape from the submission, just as Jereme steps to the side a little...vines the leg...falls forward...



CRACKCRASHBREAK!~~!~!

COLE
SHUTTER!! JEREME GREY HIT THE SHUTTER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

-The cheers are off the charts as CMJ clutches at his face, all while Jereme clutches at his ribs. Jereme, knowing this is his opportunity, spins CMJ onto his back...AND COVERS!! EVELYN DROPS!!


ONE

TWO

THREE!!



DING

DING

DING!!!


-The cheers are deafening as "Rockers to Swallow" hits the PA system! Evelyn stands and jumps for joy as Jereme rolls away from CMJ, exhausted. Evelyn rushes towards the ropes, just as Buffer hands her the Intercontinental Title.

BUFFER
"Ladies and Gentlemen...yoooour winner...and STILL...the OAOAST INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!!....JEREEEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!"

-Evelyn rushes towards her boyfriend as he struggles to sit up. She wraps her arm around his shoulders and lifts him slowly, placing the IC title on his lap. A small smile appears through the drying blood on his face as he looks at it.

COLE
Tables, chairs, title belts, Garbage cans...this has been a WAR...and Jereme Grey is STILL the OAOAST Intercontinental Champion, Coach!

COACH
COLIN MAGUIRE JUNIOR WAS CHEATED! Evelyn did a FAST three count! He didn't even get the CHANCE to kick out! I smell a rat! I smell a big damn rat here, Cole! And I hate the smell!

-Jereme slowly rolls out of the ring, followed closely by Evelyn, leaving CMJ lying motionless in the middle of the shattered table. Evelyn keeps Jereme propped up as the two slowly walk down the aisle.

FADE TO BLACK

Edited September 1, 2008 by Tony149