Let's Go! (5/9 - 5/19) [FROZEN]

The Hardcore title was pretty quiet. It seemed like people were almost afraid of these three they called the alley cats. We find that we're at a bar somewhere in Arizona and the three cats are having a glass of milk. Alcohol didn't settle well with their stomachs. Chris Orton had decided to get up and go to the restroom and this is the moment I was waiting for. There was a little hallway and the door to the women's restroom was off to the left, the door against the wall but a wall stood on the left to make this a little hallway and that's where I stood; right by the opening on the left hallway. Orton didn't look and he took his right hand turn down the little hallway to go to the men's restroom when I popped out, chain around my hands and I looped it around Orton's throat and I pulled him into the restroom. He was gasping for air and I choked him out. Next was Ward. Oh how easy Matt Ward would be. I put on a fake New Yorker's accent. It was really terribly done but Ward couldn't tell the difference. And I yelled out "SUPPORT YOUR CANADIAN BEARS!"

Matt's face almost turned entirely red. Harris was laughing about this, of course; all the while he enjoyed his milk.

"HEY! WHAT PINHEAD SAID THAT?!"

Ward had gotten up, and so I yelled from near the bathroom...

"ME, YA PINHEAD! WHY DON'T YOU GO WITH 'EM!?"

"I'M NOT A GOD DAMN PINHEAD!"

Ward headed over to the bathroom where he heard my voice, and as soon as he turns the corner BAM! I nailed him across the head with one knockout shot with the chain. Harris was my target and he had the Hardcore title. I quietly approached him from behind and slammed Harris' head into the bar, knocking over his glass of milk. He didn't seem to happy and was trying to fight back but he had milk in his eyes and couldn't see very well. I clocked him in the head with my chain as well. The bartender looked ready to call the police until I shot a look his direction and locked in on his eyes and he didn't move. I turned back to Harris and another chain punch, and another, and another, and another just for good measure. His head was bleeding and he wasn't moving, and then I remembered I didn't bring a referee. So I yelled to the bartender..

"GET THE HELL OVER HERE AND COUNT MY PIN BEFORE I RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!"

The bartender, a young guy, nodded his head with some fear and came running over as I covered Harris.

I was crazy. I was mean, I was brutal and he gave no fucks. Just look at Drew Stevenson. Well, Matt may have taken him off of the pin but I certainly did not give up, Matt did not finish the job nor did he take my chain from me. So while I'm laughing and Matt is heading over to LeBroc, he's caught from behind with the chain wrapped tightly around his neck. He gasping for air and I laugh about it while matt's face is turning blue.

"Oh Matty, don't you worry. I wont let you die but take this as a lesson of who NOT TO FUCK WITH!"

I pulled Matt towards the bar and smacks his head on it and releases the chain from Matt's neck. I reach over and grabs a bottle of beer. Matt is up, pissed off and still slightly gasping for air but then CRACK! The bottle shatters across his head causing a stagger. I shove Matt into the bar an then takes the chain and from my pocket I also pull a masterlock. It seemed like this was a plan all along. The chain is wrapped around both of Matt's wrists to keep his hands together and the're wrapped around a couple of metal bar structure poles from the bar itself to the ceiling and he locks the chain. I pull on it to make sure and Matt is in there good and tight. Just for good measure, I grabbed a bar stool and cracked it across Matt's back to keep him still. I turned to see LeBroc staggering and I couldn't have that so I knelt on him and gave him some more punches before covering him again with Chris Orton still KOed in the bathroom and Matt now tied up.

Realizing that this could escalate, considering we have a match later this week, I sneak up behind Harris and roll him up, hoping nobody notices me for at least 3 seconds...

I told Wolf that Drew Stevenson was nearby, and he decided to release the pin to stand up and look around for a moment. I capitalized, and went for the pin as well, hoping this distraction would prove fruitful.

Stands there, confused, as to how Matt broke free of the chains that tied his hands together to the steel structure poles, or when did Chris Orton wake up? Very interesting indeed.

Well Drew wasn't there and I was mad. Damn that Chris Williams and his tom foolery! I come back and grabs a bar stool and cracks it across Matt and only dents it but Matt is down again. For how long? Who the fuck knows. But I hit Chris with it too. And I also hit Orton too. Fuck it, I hit all of them! And since the Alley Cats say that they're all the champs.. I put the dead Matt Ward ontop of Harris since ward is the biggest it'll make it harder to kick out. And then Orton on top of him. I get on the bar and jump off with an elbowdrop and then cover all of them at the same time.

As LeBroc is busy taunting, Garland comes up behind him and hits him hard across the back to the head. Garland covers the current Hardcore Champion in attempt to capture the belt.

Garland turns and high fives Chris, the two believing they've sent a message to The Alley Cats as they go to make their escape with the Hardcore title, whether legally obtained or not.