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M4: Canary Kid vs. Mr. Turner; REF: Paris Valentino
Topic Started: Oct 13 2012, 08:03 AM (704 Views)
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The sound of My Chemical Romance's song "Na Na Na" hits the arena as two fireworks go off into the air. There's a pop from the crowd for the throwback music, but the music stops as we hear a record scratch. We then hear the opening riff to "Rock You Like A Hurricane," blare through the speakers as a sold out Madison Square Garden cheers for Turner's throwback theme. A spotlight shines on a spot above the tron.

Here I am

The crowd roars as Turner launches himself off the tron as he glides down gracefully to the ring, detaching the safety harness and tossing it outside the ring. He points to the camera, signalling to follow him. He steps out of the ring and walks to the barrier. Who was in the front row? None other than Alex Mesa, who has the day off, Mr. Bojangles, and the legend himself, Henry "Arthur 'The Fonz' Fonzarelli" Winkler! Turner wraps his arms around his buddies as they all face the camera. We see the beloved Penguin poking his head out from under the three as he makes his usual squawking noise.

Turner dashes back to the ring, sliding back in, and holding up Dio's horns for a huge pop from the crowd.

Brunswick:Ladies and gentlemen, after a shocking loss to The Boob Toober last week on 24/7 Turner was visibly frustrated. Losing match after match after match, he spent the last few days in meditation. I talked to him last night, and he says he's calm. He's finally collected himself, and his main goal right now, he said, is not to win, but to put on the best match possible for these fans.

Smith: Well, in my honest opinion, I think that's insane! I think that should be his main focus, his main goal, to finally win a match since returning. So you're telling me that he's been on a horrendus losing streak as of late, and the last thing he's worried about is winning? I'm sorry, Brunnie, but I think that's a bunch of malarkey!

Brunswick: Well, regardless of what you think Mr. Vice President, Turner certainly looks calm and collected as we wait for his opponent to enter.

Turner takes a deep breath, slipping into a zen-like state. So relaxed, and focused, ready to put on the best match he possibly can.
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The Garden has long been considered home to professional wrestling. The glory days of the WWF can boast it's greatest nights here at MSG, through the tough years and the best. It has truly become a staple of the industry, as large as the lives inside the majestic building. Tonight? Madison Square Garden is struck by PRW fever, and the capacity crowd is abuzz with excitement.

In the middle of the ring, Mr. Turner and his unorthodox gang are all lined up waiting for Turner's opposing half. Not the most imposing band of heroes ever; after all, the man has a bloody penguin!

The anticipation is cut as the sound of hip-hop percussions chime in through the PA system. An audible, gruff muttering is uttered over this, followed shortly by a lenghty "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! COME ON!"

The tension of the song is turned up a notch, and it becomes clear that this little number is in fact DMX's Bring Your Whole Crew.

But they don't hear me though,
Uhh, but they don't hear me though,
uhh, but they don't, but they don't...


Out swaggers the Canary Kid, occupying himself to himself; a lone man away from his Xclusiv Canary cohorts. As per usual, he carries himself with an unbelievable sense of arrogance, maybe unmatched by anyone in the promotion. Barring, of course, his partner Adam, but that margin is narrow on any aspect.

The Garden's roof is blasted off with the noise of booing; as the months go on, the young Brit just reaches new levels of unpopularity. With such a hardcore crowd against the man, Kid's reputation hits further levels well beyond rock bottom. It doesn't help that he resorts to shticks like anti-Semitism towards the very Jewish Inquisitor, as well as racial discrimination against the very black Patrick Slaughter.

Kid is geared out in his usual attire: the distorted star patterning of his short trunks. This time, the colours are black and vermilion with a white trim. Much like the other times he's been kitted out in the get-up, his knee and elbow pads are white and his wrists coated in tape.

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse,
I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse,
I'm a nasty nigga when you pass me nigga, look me in my eyes,
Tell me to my fuckin' face that you ready to die.


Kid begins his gradual descent down the ramp, still striding with a belief of self-power. The front row patrons thrust out their arms with fists clenched, hoping to strike the Briton. However, he pulls to a stop by a pale, pony-tailed crowd member.

The Canary Kid extends his arm and mockingly bumps his knuckles against that of the pony-tailed man, much to his distaste. Not many famous wrestlers can claim that they've angered a fan by touching them... isn't that right, CM Punk?

You be a dead mutha fucka, red mutha fucka,
Don't be stupid you heard what I said mutha fucka,
Who shot you OH nigga like you don't know,
Stickin' you for your doe while I'm fuckin' your broke ho.


The Englishman continues his stride towards the ring, circling around the side. Upon reaching the steel steps, he bobbles up each rung until he hits the apron. He wraps his hand around the ropes and props himself up onto the turnbuckle.

With a chorus of jeers swirling around the arena, Kid thrusts his hands skyward, soaking in the antagonism. It's unbelievable how one man lives off of people's disapproval, but Kid practically feeds off of it.

Yo, don't you get the picture, niggaz can't touch me,
Cuz I don't give a fuck G, I'll get you touched B,
I got choice ripple my slug'll take apart a door,
And enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war.


The Canary Kid hops off of the post and stares down Turner and Associates. His eyes proceed to turn to Alex Mesa, aiming a sly eyebrow raise and wink in her direction.

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Mesa covers her mouth and doubles over. Henry nonchalantly reaches into his coat jacket and pulls out a paper bag, handing it to Mesa as she fake barfs into the bag, causing CK to look rather offended. Mesa tosses the bag outside, and flips Turner's opponent off before exiting the ring along with Bojangles and Mr. Winkler back to their seats.

Bob Saget: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing to my left, standing at 5'10", he weighs in at 200 pounds even. From Norwich, England, he is the Norwich Nuisance, CANARYYYYYYYYYYY KIIIIIIIIIIIID!

The fans boo the kid as he taunts the crowd. One of the crowd members could be heard saying "You run like a Welshman!"

Bob Saget: And standing to my right...

The cheers start immediately.

standing at 6'3", weighing in at 245 pounds. From Kansas City, Missouri, he is The Architect, The Gargoyle, Captain Camouflage, and the most well-endowed man in PRW, MIIIIIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRR...TURRRRRRRRRRNERRRRRRRRRR!!

The cheers finally die down and the bell rings.

DING DING DING!

The two warriors circle one another for a few seconds, thinking about the other's next move. They finally lock horns as The Norwich Nuisance realizes he's out matched in terms of size and strength as Turner whips him Irishly into the ropes. Upon return, The Kid connects with a diving clothesline, rolling through the landing and running to the ropes again for...something. Probably something that requires momentum. We'll never know as, upon returning again, a healthy, 100% fighting spirit El Capitano kips up and counters Canary's attack with a hip toss of his own. Turner, instead of getting up and going on the attack on the ground, he lets Canary get back up.

Smith: Earlier he talked about having no mercy on his opponent. What's he doing now?

Brunswick:Well, I don't think it's necessarily showing mercy, and much as it is giving him a fighting chance. If Turner released his full power, Canary Kid would be in a wheelchair by now. I truly believe that Turner hasn't realized his full potential yet. Turner is long overdue for a win, and he has an untapped power source like no other. I know he knows that, and it's only a matter of time before we really see what Mr. Turner is about.

Kid quickly gets back up as he grabs Turner and whips him into the corner. CK runs towards Turner, looking to ram his shoulder into his mid-section. A collective "Ooh!" can be heard from the crowd as Turner dodges the Brit as he rams his shoulder into the steel post. As he stands there, and he waits for the pain to subside,Turner grabs kid by the shoulders and throws him to the ground Turner decides to attack kid with a little ground and pound, hitting Kid with a series of elbows and punches. The crowd goes wild for the Cap'n as the flurry of offense pleases the PRW Nebula greatly. Perhaps this might be the breakout match Turner was waiting for. Turner finally lets the Nuisance up. This wasn't MMA, he wasn't going to win by TKO. Turner pulls CK back up and hits a knee him in the abdomen, followed by a snapmare, and a headlock.

Turner pulls CK by the head up to his feet. Kid, however, elbows Turner thrice sending him stumbling back, holding his abs. CK looked to work on the leg of the bigger man, dropkicking him in the shin, causing Turner to grip his leg. The crowd starts to boo as CK finally gets in come offense.
CK lands a vicious clothesline to Turner, sending him to the mat. The jeers grow even louder as the man from England looks to get a little ground and pound action of his own early in this fight.

Smith: You talk about Turner having an untapped power, Canary Kid was in the same place a year ago. Now, he's tapped into his hidden ability, and he's better than ever. Canary Kid is one of the top contenders in the X-division. The new point system aside, Canary Kid is one of the fiercest competitors we have in the division today, that's what I firmly believe.

Brunswick: Well, there's no doubt that he has tremendous skill.

Canary pulls Turner back up and lands a punch to Turner's face. Turner would have no more of this as he tries to turn this around, grabbing the Kid and whipping him into the ropes. Among returning to Mr. Turner, CK spots and successfully ducks underneath a clothesline, and follows up with a sleeper hold. The jeers only increase. CK grips the visibly larger man's neck tight with the submission maneuver, his legs wrapped around Turner's waist as referee Paris Valentino looks at Turner and asks "Do you want to tap?" Turner shakes his head furiously as he tries to find a way out before too much oxygen is cut off from his brain. He tries to ungrip CK's arms, no chance. He tries to take a bump, no chance, Canary Kid's legs were on the ground as soon as he knew what he was trying to do. Finally, Turner thinks back to before. Turner elbows CK thrice to get out of the hold. Turner turns around to see a Canary Kid holding his abdomen, and takes this time to strike him with another knee to the head, sending him back down to the mat as this match continues.
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Canary Kid gradually climbs to a stand with his hand clutching his head. By the agonised expression upon his face, one can tell that a shooting pain is travelling throughout his skull. A man can only take so much damage to the head, and a hulking knee from somebody as tough as Mr. Turner isn't going to help.

Turner glares at the shorter man, sizing him up. Really the advantage is in favour of the Gargoyle; 45 pounds and five inches over his opposer. Not the easiest walk in the park, that's for sure. Kid's never been squashed in his PRW career.

Josh Brunswick: It's been a fairly even match thus far, but I'd say Turner's tiptoeing ahead here.

Doug Smith: Really Josh? Kid's been dominating this from the off.

Josh Brunswick: What match are you watching?

The Architect, as he has now become known as, cautiously approaches Kid with his right arm raised limply in the air. The Brit takes a slight moment to come to and raises his own arm. The two prepare for a lock-up, but if watching PRW in the past year and a half has taught anyone anything, it's that you can never trust the Canary Kid.

Josh Brunswick: Oh for the love of god.

Turner tightly shuts his eyes and holds a fist over them, seething. Kid is stood before him with his left hand aloft, two fingers sprung forward. The eyepoke, a classic trick in the old handbook.

Clearly the fans are displeased at the move; the Garden is set alight with jeers. The commentators are barely audible over the echoing boos. It seems nearly everyone in the arena is up on their feet. Screaming. Abusing. Threatening.

Of course, none of that fazes Kid. It's been established that he thrives off the negativity. Maybe that's what spurs him on to commit such heinous acts of cowardice?

Doug Smith: Why are people booing him? Have they no respect?

Josh Brunswick: They have no respect for a man who deserves no respect. The Canary Kid is a despicable person, resorting to such underhanded tactics.

Doug Smith: It's clever, Josh. You step in that ring for even a minute, that physicality is overwhelming. When you're in a tight spot, you need to be a little sneaky.

Kid uses Turner's lapse to turn the match in his favour, as he punts him with a toe kick to double him over. The Englishman continues his attack as he hauls his opponent to the canvas. He shuffles Turner about, a difficult task given that the Kansas Citian is resisting, but eventually manages to trap him in a simple Chinlock.

Doug Smith: This is what I mean when I said Canary Kid is in control. He's in charge of the pace in this match. He has Mr. Turner right where he wants him.

Turner continues his struggles to escape the hold, with his Associates down by the ringside cheering him on. Well, other than Bojangles, because he's a penguin. But Mesa and the Fonz do a pretty good job of it.

And so do some fans. Slowly but surely, they began to chant. "Mr. Turner!" It gathers speed around the arena, until MSG is full with sing-song about Captain Camouflage. Could this motivate Turner to escape the rest hold?

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AAAAAALRIGHTY THEN! Game on CK, game on.

Turner is in a sitting position, legs all the way out in front of him, and Canary Kid on one knee, with a firm grip on Turner's chin.

Smith: One thing I like about Canary Kid is that he's improved so much over the last year. And one of the things he's been working on the most are his holds. He seems to have an extremly tight grip on any hold he does. Despite the fact that he's half Turner's size, if Kid works his grappling on Turner, I could very well see him winning this match.

Brunswick: Well I'll tell you something. Canary Kid is never one to be underestimated, no doubt. I think that's what happened with Atknight, Turner got a little cocky. So now, with this new attitude towards everything, plus his brute strength and surprising agility, I can see Turner pulling this one off.

As Turner attempted to push himself off the mat, Canary tightened his grip, twisting his neck a slight bit, sending The Captain back down to the mat, back to square one. The arena is still buzzing with excitement as the "Mr. Turner" chants continue to drown out any thoughts Turner or Kid might have had. Turner struggles to one knee, and tries to stand, but is brought back down to one knee by Canary, giving another quick twist to the neck of Turner. Turner grit his teeth and raised his balled up fist in the air, proceeding to drum on the mat rhythmically as the crowd was clapping and stomping along with him, pushing him through this difficult time like they've always done. The fans were, in some weird way, giving strength to their hero. Turner clung his hands to Canary's arms in an attempt to break the bond that was keeping him from receiving his first win since being back. More importantly, however, it was keeping him from satisfying the fans. Through pure will and determination and strength, inch my inch, Turner rose up to his feet. Moreover, inch by inch, as he struggled back up, he loosened The Kid's grip, separating his hands, tearing them apart, breaking free from the prison he had once been held captive in. Turner struck a blow to Canary's head, headbutting him from behind, causing the kid to tend to his ouchie instead of trying to get Turner back into the chinlock. The fans seemed delighted that Turner now had the momentum. Turner quickly turned around and grabbed The Norwich Nuisance by the head, bringing it down, thrusting his knee into Canary Kid's skull three times, pausing between the second and third knee strikes only to build up the third strike, which seemed more powerful than the first two.

Turner wasn't done yet. He threw Kid into the ropes with authority, nailing a stiff clothesline on Canary upon return, laying him out flat onto the mat.

Turner looked at CK, then the audience, and he smiled. As a child, he'd always wanted to do this. So, as he spotted CK starting to stir, he raised his two fists in front of his face, shaking them vigorously, stomping around on the mat like some sort of MANIAC, brother. The PRW Nebula cheered The Architect on, absolutely loving this. With a now standing Canary turning around, the fans joined in as Turner pointed to Canary.

Crowd: YOUUUUUUUU!

Turner used the ropes for some extra momentum for the big boot, only to be caught by The Kid. Canary lifts Turner's leg up higher, causing him to fall back, onto the mat. The cheers went silent as Kid scrambles to the mat, kneeing Turner in the abdomen . Canary Kid lifted himself back up to his feet, dropping another knee to the downed opponent. The jeers started to grow as Canary hit a series of knee drops to Turner, hopefully severely weakening his opponent. Turner was still stirring, however, and CK didn't like that. He didn't want him to move at all. there was no way in hell that this bloody American could ever beat him. With that said, CK placed a hard slap upon Turner's face, the proceeding to spit into his face. You could imagine that this set the crowd off. The place erupted with jeers, and disgust.

Brunswick: Oh lord, how despicable!

Smith: Well, you know what Bruns, that's what you get for messing with a former champion!

CK placed Turner back into a headlock, rising him up and taking him back down for a takedown, much more to the displeasure of the fans. CK lifted Turner back up again for another takedown, when Turner suddenly shoved CK into the ropes, nailing a perfected Big Boot upon return, laying CK out completely.

The MSG fans cheer now that Turner has the upper hand.

OOC: You'll have to excuse any mistakes near the end of this post. As I'm writing this it's 2 in the morning, and I'm very tired, and I wanted to get this post up.
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A few moments pass by with no real action in the ring. While the Canary Kid is laid out across the floor, the young Mr. Turner takes the opportunity to turn to his T&A cohorts and convene with them. An appreciative Alex Mesa compliments Turner's fine work thus far, patting him on the shoulder. The Fonz on the other hand is much more excitable, joyfully exclaiming that the Gargoyle may actually get that elusive victory.

Meanwhile, the downed Kid slowly begins to scale back upwards. It's a hard climb given the abuse he's sustained so far in the match. Of course, it's not entirely daunting, with the Brit able to stand only slightly dazed within a matter of seconds.

Mr. Turner paces towards his opposer, eager to continue the bout. He grasps a hand full of the Englishman's hair and hauls him near, lugging him close into a side headlock.

Josh Brunswick: Mr. Turner has been in control for the most part. Doug, I still can't see why you think Turner hasn't got a chance.

Doug Smith: Because the Canary Kid is notorious for taking a hell of a lot of punishment. The guy's got stamina, he will outlast Turner.

The Architect wrenches the hold a couple of times in order to sedate Kid, but yet the Norwich Nuisance stays firm. At first he tries to squeeze his head out of his opposer's wrapped arms, but to no avail. All he gets is a headache and a more precarious positioning.

Kid instead bends his knees into a more stable posture, strengthening his footing. With a hefty heave, he shoves Turner forward towards the rope. Freedom. Now he can get back into this thing.

Doug Smith: You know what I love about Kid? The fact he can summon such strength from seemingly out of nowhere.

Josh Brunswick: He's a conditioned athlete. In a business like this, you have to be a tough fighter. As much as I hate to say it, Kid is one of the best here.

Doug Smith: Damn right.

Turner bounces off of the ropes and rebounds towards Kid, sticking out his arm in hopes of catching the Briton with a clothesline. This doesn't come to fruition, as Kid ducks underneath the attempted strike, hitting the canvas to sweep his opposer's leg.

The Catalyst is caught by Kid's stray foot and stumbles to the mat with a thud. Kid is sat beside him, his typical smirk plastered on his face.

Doug Smith: Come on Kid, we need you to pick up the W.

Josh Brunswick: Are you his agent?

The Canary Kid quickly throws himself over the floored Turner, weighing him down to the floor. With the Architect laying on his stomach, the Brit hauls his rival's arms and slots them onto his thighs. He then proceeds to reach around the head, locking his arms around the chin, before leaning back to apply stress on his opposer's neck and body.

Josh Brunswick: Ooh, it's the Camel Clutch! Great manoeuvre.

Mr. Turner looks on whilst in the hold, out towards the fans. Wrestling in the Garden has always been the dream of any young boy, and the fact Turner is living it should be an accomplishment enough. Inside though, you have to think that he is breaking up.

Sure, he's done well to come this far. Not many people can say they fought at the home of wrestling. But the thing is, when you come this far, you can't just let it all go to waste. If he loses, he may as well quit.

No.

He can't think about that. That's giving up on his fans, his livelihood, his dream. His dream.

The dream.

That dream.

That dream that wakes him up in the morning. That dream that makes airport coffee taste that little bit nicer. That dream that makes signing autographs bearable. That dream that he vowed he'd live as a child.

That dream that gives Mr. Turner the strength to evacuate the hold.

He tenses his legs to provide support for himself, stabilising his position. He gradually begins to climb, much to the surprise of the Canary Kid. The Brit panics, and stiffens up the hold in hopes of getting the victory before receiving considerable punishment... but Turner's dream guides him up.

Inside Mr. Turner's head, it's as if a light has just switched on and something inside has snapped. The hulking Missourian thrusts CK off of his back and straight onto the mat, something which is met by a humongous pop from the PRW faithful.

Josh Brunswick: Turner has literally erupted here!

Doug Smith: Kid will still win. I can guarantee you that.

Turner continues his savage assault, hunting down the trounced Canary Kid. He unleashes a brutal stomp straight to the Brit's left shoulder, inciting a slight yelp from him. Another stomp follows through, until they speedily rifle through the floored Englishman.

The fans are simply electric for Turner, no doubt about it. If he wasn't a hard-as-nails professional wrestler, I'm sure he'd shed a tear.

He calms himself down. Mesa would tell him backstage, "Be conservative with your energy." This sort of thing is a marathon, not a sprint. He's aware of that.

Mr. Turner trudges towards the corner and crouches, eyeing up his British opponent. He steadily studies him as he rises up, ready to go in for the kill.

Doug Smith: He's let Kid recover, bad move Turner.

Bad move indeed.

Mr. Turner strides forward towards the Canary Kid, preparing to attack. He lifts up his boot, shoving it forward into the face of...

Paris Valentino?

The Brit avoided it! How? That's another story.

Valentino flops to the floor after Turner's accidental attack, leading to an eruption in noise here at Madison Square Garden. Anything can happen now, the rule book has been chucked completely out the window. This is a truly dangerous environment for some wrestlers, but yet it's the sort of environment where legends like Flair and Guerrero thrived.

Josh Brunswick: Oh no!

Doug Smith: This is interesting... Josh, grab me my popcorn!

The Architect slowly circles round, cautiously glaring at the crouched Canary Kid. The Englishman returns the eyes, but his expression isn't one of concern. No, his is much the opposite. A wicked smile curls up on his face, a rather devious and mischievous grin.

Turner hastily darts towards the Kid, but yet the sneaky Brit has already left the ring. The Missourian audibly swears, stomping his foot heavily on the ground. What weapon possibly awaits him? A table? A lead pipe?

Josh Brunswick: He's looking for a weapon! That's not fair!

Or maybe, the clichéd chair? The blue steel pokes its head from underneath the apron, met to a less than pleasant reception. Kid props his head up, beaming wildly towards the ring. He slips through the bottom rope and into the ring.

Doug Smith: HE'S GON' HIT HIM JOSH! HE'S GON' HIT HIM!

The Catalyst anticipates the ensuing assault and narrowly avoids the incoming chair shot, but the battle isn't over. The ever agile Canary Kid swivels around with his foot firmly planted on the ground, swiping the chair around until it hits Turner in the back.

The American competitor drops to his knees clutching his spine. Sure, it wasn't a shot to the head or the gut, but a back attack is still rather painful. This is the sort of stuff that can swing a match in favour of another man.

Josh Brunswick: Wake up ref, god dammit! Paris! Mr. Valentino! Look what's happening!

Doug Smith: You're such a mark.

That is, of course, if there was no numbers advantage whatsoever. Unfortunately for Kid, he's not a lucky man tonight. Nor a wise man, as after he dropped the chair following the hit, it is ripped from the canvas straight into the hands of...

Alex Mesa.

The White Mesa climbs into the ring with the weapon in hand, her expression telling the tale of a woman in contempt. The target? Well, none other than the smug Briton taunting in the ring.

Her hands stiffen as he prances forward, a spring in her step. Behind her goes the chair and...

Doug Smith: Oh shi-

SMACK.

Down goes Kid, down like a ton of bricks. He lays slumped next to the still groggy referee, with Turner struggling on the other side of the ring to get back up off his knees.

To be continued by Turner.
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Chaos is the only word that could describe the scene in Madison Square Garden in the middle of the ring at the moment. Turner, Kid, and Valentino were all laid out, scattered across the ring, Alex Mesa is the only one standing at the moment. Alex is busy constantly shifting her attention towards a rising Turner, an out cold referee, and a stirring Canary Kid. She places all of her attention on Canary as she raises the chair in her hands, getting ready to strike once more, when boos were heard throughout the arena. Alex quickly spun around to see Sherri Taylor darting towards the ring.

Smith: It's the first lady of Xclusiv Canary, Sherri Taylor!

Brunswick: What the hell is she doing here?!

Smith: Taking care of business, that's what she's doing!

The veteran, Taylor, slides into the ring with grace, quick to push herself back up and block Mesa's chair attack. The two women play a short game of tug of war before Sherri devilishly nails Alex with a kick to the gut, yanking the chair from her grasp.

Brunswick: Uh-oh! This doesn't look good for Mesa!

Smith: That's what she gets for not being a part of team Xclusiv Canary!

Sherri pulls the chair over her head, but is stopped from bringing it down upon the rookie by...Mr. Turner!

Brunswick: Turner's up!

Smith: Yeah, yeah.

Turner yanks the chair away from Sherri as she turns around and slaps him. It wasn't enough that he's been on an enormous losing streak as of late, now he has to deal with this bitch too? Turner was good at controlling his emotions for the most part, but today was an exception. He turned his head back to a cocky Ms. Taylor. He wound up his arm, and threw a big punch right to Sherri Taylor's tit.

Smith: What the hell was that?! Who the hell does this guy think he is, Sean Aries?

This stunned her, allowing Mesa to grab a hold of her from behind. With some help from The Gargoyle, they lifted Taylor up above their heads, took a couple of steps back, and, with a running start, tossed Sherri over the ropes, earning a loud pop from the crowd, and a loud thud from the concrete. After a quick high-five, Mesa stepped out of the ring to continue the assault on her opponent from Desperate Measures. Turner watched for a
brief moment more until he felt himself fall back. It was Kid, with the roll up! The ref, still recovering from Turner's boot, manages to hit the mat.

1!

2!

NO! Turner kicks out at two!

Smith: I'll give Turner credit where credit is due, the man has a devastating boot!

Brunswick: I can't think of anyone who can knock a ref out for that long with a boot. Now imagine if he did that with two boots, spiraling towards his opponent.

Turner immediately recovers and stands back up along with Canary who charges full force at Turner, running into a stiff clothesline. Kid flipped over onto his back. Turner followed up by dropping down to his knees again, mounting the Kid as he proceeded to cut and slice through Kid's face with his sharp elbows, no doubt a trick taught to him by Alex Mesa. Turner mercilessly attacked Canary, Canary unable to defend himself. Turner remembered what Mesa said, this is a marathon, not a sprint. He finally stopped to rest himself. He was sure Canary wouldn't get up from tha-

WHACK!

Much to the displeasure of the crowd, Canary landed a nice right hand, knocking Turner back. This was enough for Canary to slowly rise like the Stamina-filled Beast that he was. Face covered in cuts, blood running down his face, he stared down at his larger opponent. Kid knew the American had run out of gas; he was so busy trying to finally win a match too quickly. Stupid American, he thought, as he struck The Gargoyle's head with an audible kick to the skull. There was a collective gasp from the crowd, then silence, the fans anxious to see what was to happen with their hero.

The Norwich Nuisance wrapped both hands around Turner's skull, thrusting a knee into the forehead of Turner a whopping seven times. By the time Kid was through, Turner's face was covered in open, bloody wounds, much to the dismay and terror of a six year old boy with a small "I love T&A" shirt on, holding a white sign that read "Let's go Mr. Turner!" in big, green letters. Before Turner could even think about how bad he felt, he was yanked away by Canary who whipped him into the ropes. Turner returned to a nicely placed dropkick to the head, knocking him back down onto the mat. Canary got up quickly, and walked over to Turner, who was laid out on his back. More boos from the New York crowd settle in as Kid places his boot on the neck of The Gargoyle, crushing his esophagus. Paris Valentino looks at Kid angrily, yelling "Get off him!"

1! Paris starts the count, Canary presses his boot down harder than before.

2! Canary continues to ignore the ref, mercilessly choking Turner out with his boot

3! The ref is halfway through his count, Turner is gasping for air as Mesa and Winkler look on from the crowd with worried looks on their faces. Bojangles doesn't look too concerned though, mainly because he lacks the face muscles needed to show any expression.

4! The boos at MSG were audible from outside the arena as Canary Kid takes his boot off of Turner's neck, nailing one last kick to the skull for good measure. Then he slowly, methodically, starts to climb the turnbuckles to the top rope.

Brunswick: Signature maneuver here...

Smith: See? I told you he was going to win this thing! Look at how smart he is!

Canary taunts the crowd, raising two V signs in the air, and leaping off the turnbuckle, and as one former Smackdown announcer would put it, "Gettin' caught up in da lights, dawg! Ya gotta love it!" Kid leaned back and flipped 270 degrees, landing on Turner, completing the Moonsault. Kid hooked the leg again, hoping that would do enough to put this bloody American away.

1!

2!

Out of pure will, Turner lifted his shoulder up before the three count, earning a huge pop from the crowd. Turner felt relieved as Canary rolled off of Turner, staring at him in pure disbelief, a "USA" chant starting from the crowd.

Brunswick: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! After all of that punishment, Turner has kicked out at two and a half! These fans are on their feet! How the hell did Turner do that?!

Smith: I think it was just pure will, Brunsy! Pure, unmitigated will and determination, forever burning in the heart of this warrior. Despite the fact that I think all of it will be in vein, I don't think anyone will stop him from eventually achieving his dream!

Brunswick: And Canary, who's had a tremendous offensive run so far in this match just stares at Turner in disbelief, thinking "What do I have to do to win?!"

After one more knee to the skull, Canary went for another cover.

1!

2!

No! Turner kicks out at two to the delight of the crowd, continuing with the "USA" chants.

A steaming angry Kid grabbed Turner and pulled him up again, getting ready for his snapmare driver, when the volume of the USA chants increase. It's was a great show of American pride, and a tremendous support for their fellow countryman. Canary's head darted around from one place to the next, yelling "Shut up! Shut up!" in a vein attempt to quiet the New York fans. Canary should know by now that trying to quiet down New Yorkers is like...well, it's like trying to quiet down New York. There's really nothing else it can be compared to. Canary winds himself up, ready to unleash the driver. He turns around to face the center of the ring, when...

Mre-e-e-e-e-e-ep.

Standing in front of him in the ring is Mr. Bojangles who is aggressively flapping his wings and "Mrepping". Bojangles tries to attack The Norwich Nonsense, pecking at his leg. As Paris Valentino tries to pick the penguin up, Canary, still with Turner locked in a hold, lands a hard kick to the stomach of the penguin. This triggers a strong reaction from the crowd, as well as Alex Mesa, who jumps the barricade, about to attack Kid, but is physically restrained by Henry Winkler, holding her back as best as he could.

Smith: Now that was just despicable! You wanna talk about crossing the line, that's what did it right there, for me.

Canary has a huge smile on his face as Bojangles is handed back to Winkler, Mesa being deemed unfit to handle a penguin at this point. Canary suddenly felt Turner slip from his grasp as he was forcibly spun around, Turner with his hands now on the throat of Kid, his grip tighter than that of Heracles. His eyes were burning with the fire of hate that exists only in the realm of Hades. Little did Kid now that, while he was distracted, the chants and the cheers for Mr. Turner were the things that were refueling him, keeping him from failing once more.

The tone in Turner's voice was frightening, as he spoke a mere five words.

"Do. Not. Touch. The penguin."

Turner's strength was suddenly realized as a tossed Kid by his throat clear to the other side of the ring. Turner, fueled by the will to win, awaited Canary's rising to charge at him, nailing a powerful clothesline. He dropped down to his opponent, and landed a couple of good knee strikes to the skull before letting loose, and climbing the turnbuckles.

Brunswick: It seems like Turner's going to try and finish this right now!

Turner stared down at Kid in his signature "Gargoyle position," waiting for the perfect time to strike. As soon as Canary finally made it to his feet, Turner stood upright on the buckle and...fell off? Well, not for good reason as he was struck in the back by Ms. Sherri Taylor, unbeknownst to Ref. P-Val. Turner fell to the mat as Kid started to stomp onto his head. The ref then took action and demanded Canary back off. He obliged, this time. Canary lifted Turner back onto his feet only to be pushed away by Turner who's eyes still burn with the desire to win. Turner's about ready to charge when Canary shoots him a smirk. Turner's expression doesn't change as he lifts his hands over his head, catching a trash can filled with goodies about to be smashed on his head by Ms. Taylor. Turner knocks the trash can back, knocking Sherri off of the second rope, onto the steel steps. This earned a delightful, albeit slightly shocked reaction from the PRW Universe.

Turner smiled, his normal happy-go-lucky expression gone, and all that remains is a demonic, devilish look, signalling mass destruction, and foreshadowing pure, unprecedented chaos.

Kid, now frozen like a deer in headlights, tries to get his brain to work again as Turner charges at the Norwich Native with the barrel of goodies in hand. Canary tries lifting his arms up to catch the can, but was no use as he was hit with Turner's trash bomb, dropping Kid like a dime as the trash can spilled out various weapons such as a sledgehammer, a kendo stick, a couple of chairs, a bag of thumbtacks, a barbed-wired bat, and much more. Oh yeah, and it should be mentioned that the crowd was absolutely loving this.

Crowd: P-R-DUB! P-R-DUB! P-R-DUB! P-R-DUB

It should also be mentioned that that was about the last of Turner's energy, and as the Canary Kid collapsed, and the weapons spilled over, so did Turner. He was on top of the weapons, which were on top of Canary, who had just been laid out like a bedsheet, via Turner.

Turner wanted to rest as much as he could, he wanted to relax, but he knew this wasn't over. He looked over to the little six year old child, continuing to cheer Turner on. He heard "Turner" chants throughout the arena. He mustn't let his fans down, he must try to win. Yes! The louder the chants were, the more hope he had. Yes! He could do this! No matter how high the odds were stacked against him in any situation, there was always a small chance he could come out on top. All he needed to do was to get his finger through that small chance, a tear it wide open. YES! He felt like he could do anything now, accomplish any goal in the world! He remembered something he heard before. "Setting "realistic" goals is the most common path taken towards mediocrity." Despite the savage beating he has been dealt by the extremely talented Kid, he pushes himself. He pushes himself back to his feet, he pushes himself further towards his goal; That goal was beating Canary Kid. Turner, staggering a little bit, stands tall, raising his hands in the air. YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! He was careful not to take his eyes off of Canary Kid for too long. He turned around at the downed Canary, grabbing the barbed-wired bat, awaiting Canary's rising as this match continues.
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Turner had his eyes on the person who was sure to be his first victim among many. Mesa had told him this match was a marathon, not a sprint, however, he felt the match winding down. He felt himself struggle as he lifted the modified wooden bat above his head, watching CK struggle to push himself up on all fours. It was time to finish this. He noticed Canary was holding something. It was blue, and it was shiny. Oooooh, shiny. The shiny blue thing was getting closer. Before he knew what hit him, Canary blasted Turner with a chair shot to the abdomen, doubling him over as he dropped the bat. Canary quickly grabbed a hold of it and lifted himself up, still recovering from that last attack. The crowd let their displeasure be known as CK wound himself up, gathered up a little bit of energy, and took a swing at Turner, nailing him right in the side of the head, forcing the crowd into silence once more. Turner's body dropped like Felix Baumgartner, only he ("he" being Turner) didn't have a parachute. Canary tossed the bat away and covered The Architect.

1! What? What happened?

2! Wait, are my shoulder's down?

Crap!

Turner had trained his body to react to the number two. So, now that he had gotten into the habit of it, he jerked his shoulder up in the nick of time to the delight of the crowd, and to the frustration of Canary Kid. CK pounded his fists into the mat as he pushed himself back up, slowly. He could sure as hell take a lot of punishment, but he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take. As Turner stirred, CK quickly dropped to one knee and grabbed Turner, putting him in a headlock. Canary helped Turner rise to his feet and transitioned into a sleeperhold as the volume of the jeers increased tenfold.

Brunswick: I hate to say this, but I don't think Turner has enough energy to break out of this one. Turner has taken too much damage to the head and neck for him to resist this.

Smith: See, Josh? I told you Canary Kid was going to win this thing! I've said it once, I've said it a dozen times-

Brunswick: And that was only this match.

Smith: Shut up. Canary Kid is one of the best guys in the X Division, if not this entire company. Look at how tight CK has that grip! Look at how tight he's squeezing Turner's head! He knew Turner couldn't take much more of this!

Turner looked like he was trying to fight back, but it also looked like his body couldn't take much more of it. Soon, CK looked like he was wrestling a ragdoll as the ref, P-Val, raised Turner's arm in the air once, and dropped it.

"One!"

Valentino lifted The Gargoyle's hand back in the air for a second time. He dropped it again.

"Two!"

Two. Two? Where am I? Wait, did someone say "two?"

Paris lifted Turner's arm in the air for a final time, and released it.

Turner's arm stayed up in the air as the PRW Universe in Madison Square Garden let out a roar of excitement as their hero didn't seem to be out just yet.

Brunswick: Turner's still conscious! Incredible! Simply incredible! The heart, and the will, and the determination this man has shown is simply amazing!

Smith: Turner's going to need more than just heart and determination to win this match, Brunsy! I guarantee you Canary will still win this match!

Turner balled his raised hand into a fist and elbowed Canary Kid in the head, allowing his escape. Canary tended to the sudden pain in his skull as Turner grabbed a hold of him by his head as he ran towards the ropes. Turner tossed Canary over the ropes, however, the Norwich native caught himself on the apron. He wasn't on for very long, though, as Turner nailed Canary with a right hand, and then another right hand, and then a final right hand, knocking Canary off the apron, rolling towards the announcer table.

Turner smiled to himself as he took notice of that and climbed through the ropes, and hopped down off of the apron. He limped towards Canary, and stepped over him as he lifted the cover off of the announce table.

"One!" the ref counted.

Brunswick: Uh, Smith. I think we'd best move out of the way.

Smith: Good idea, Bruns.

Smith and Brunswick got up from their chairs, as well as the fans who cheered mercilessly, knowing someone was going to get put through a table.


"Two!" the ref counted.

Turner tried to lift CK off the ground, but CK countered with a punch to the gut, doubling Turner over once more. The crowd booed as CK kneed Turner in the head, and lifted him onto the table.

"Three!" the ref counted.

CK climbed onto the table himself, grabbing a hold of Turner by the head, lifting himself up, preparing for his next attack.

Brunswick: This is unnecessary! Stop this!

"Four!" The ref counted as Canary fell back allowing Turner's head to slam into the table, causing it to break into several places as the crowd gasped in shock. That's a human being he did that to!

Canary Kid exhaustively rolls off of Turner, pushing himself up to one knee as the ref counts to "Five!" He looks back at the floored Turner, and back to the audience. As Canary kid lifted himself back up and walked away from Turner for a moment, taking in the well-earned jeers from the fans with a maniacal laugh, a voice could be heard over the PA system.

"What's so funny...freak?"

The crowd voiced their pleasure as Canary Kid turned around, confused. A look of shock and anger spread across his face as Mr. Turner rose from the ruins of the announce table, bloodied and battered from Canary's brutal offence, with a mic in his hand.

"What are you gawking at?" Mr. Turner asked as he rose to his feet.

The ref had stopped counting as the crowd cheered for their hero.

"What did you think, huh? That I was going to roll over and let you have the win from an attack like that? You're nothing, just a trickster. I am a true warrior! The Architect, MIIIIISTEEEEEERRR-"

He did not have time to finish as Canary dashed toward his opponent only to be nailed in the head by the blunt end of Turner's mic. Turner grabbed Canary by the neck and the tights as he turned towards the steel post as the ref counted "Six!" Turner, with what energy he had left, ran towards the steel post and rammed CK's head into it, tossing him back into the ring. Turner slid back into the ring at "Seven."

Turner lifted himself back up, but struggled to stay up, recovering from the attack earlier. Kid struggled to pick himself back up. It looked like he couldn't take much more punishment, but neither could Turner. Turner staggered over to a rising Canary and picked him up by the head, and wrapped his arms around his neck, standing back-to-back with The Kid. Turner brought Canary down for the neck breaker, further damaging Canary's neck and head. The impact was met with a collective "Boom!" from the crowd.

Brunswick: Both of these men have taken tremendous damage to both the head and the neck. I'd be surprised if this match ended any other way with these two.

Turner grabbed CK's head once again, bringing it back up, taking the same back-to-back position as before, and bringing CK's neck back down again for another powerful neckbreaker, met again with a "Boom!" from the crowd.

Turner rolled away from CK as he tried to come up with the strength for the third neckbreaker. He couldn't. There had to be a way to finish this off. Turner suddenly felt something in his hand, something buried beneath the various weapons. It was something he hadn't noticed, something solid, something rough. Almost like a-....

CK started to stir as he struggled to get back up. Turner balled up his fist, and pounded on the mat rhythmically as the crowd stomped and clapped along with him. Turner pushed himself passed his limit as he slowly rose up with a brick in his hand. He was up first, giving him enough time to gather the energy he needed. CK, now seemingly not so filled with as much stamina, managed to lift himself back up. Turner wound up his arm, preparing for his attack.

Smith: Look out, CK! Turner's got a brick!

CK turned around, hearing Smith's warning. A look of horror swept across his face as Turner swung for the fences.






BAM! Turner nailed the Norwich Nonsense right in the temple, laying him out into the pile of various weapons. Turner tossed the brick aside, and turned to the turnbuckle, and started to climb. Thankfully, he had enough energy to climb to the top and rest on the top turnbuckle as he squatted down in the "Gargoyle Position," ready for the icing on the cake.

Smith: Oh, come on, Turner! That's enough! This doesn't even make any sense! You have him down, why not go for the cover?!

Brunswick: A man can never be too careful, Dougie! He doesn't want to waste an attack, and have his pin attempt be in vein! Turner doesn't want to lose another match! He's giving it his all in the end, here!

As Smith and Brunswick were talking, CK had gotten to one knee. This was Madison square Garden, and he couldn't lose to this, this...American! No, he was a proud Briton, and a proud Englishman! He had to win! If not for him, then for his country! He could not be shamed by an American! He would not let it happen! He struggled tremendously, but he finally found the strength to get back up.

Turner stood up on the turnbuckle, lifting his arms into the air, taunting the crowd with Dio's legendary horns.

CK turned around.

Turner jumped.

The crowd waited anxiously. Would CK step out of the way? Would Turner hit the dropkick? Everything seemed to be in slow motion. This was the moment of truth, this moment decided who would win this amazing match at Madison Square Garden.

Turner spun himself as he extended his legs, preying to hit their mark. He only had one shot, one chance.

One moment.

BAM! As Turner's feet hit their mark, it sent CK down to the mat with authority. The crowd went wild as Turner opened his eyes to see a downed Norwich Native.

Brunswick: Turner hits it! Turner hits his mark!

Smith: Get up, Kid!

Turner scattered toward the Nuisance, rolling him over, hooking the leg as the ref counted.

(TBC by ref finisher attempt-Spiraling Missile DropKick *crosses fingers*)
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Paris gets into position after what is probably one of the most pointless finishing move in PRW (srsly, wtf). Anyways, he checks Canary's shoulders.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!


And Jesus Christ, Turner won!
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