JUSTINE CALVIN vs. TRISTAN-CRISPIN GLADHAPPY
Nick Stuart: Up next, ladies and gentlemen, we have a match centered around one idea: payback.
Richard Parker: Well, maybe two ideas: don’t forget the rusty nail.
Cut to the ring, where Tristian-Crispin Gladhappy stands, smiling and seemingly attempting to nuzzle referee Elvis Nixon, who is having absolutely none of that.
Vince Howard: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and the Love Convoy is BANNED from ringside!
The crowd poops for that one. Gladhappy – not so much.
Vince Howard: Introducing first, from Sacramento, California and weighting in at two-hundred nineteen pounds… TRISTIAN-CRISPIN GLADHAPPY!
The crowd is less than enthusiastic for the Nuzzler extraordinaire.
Vince Howard: Gladhappy grinning like a fool… does he understand the mindsight his opponent is in tonight?
On cue, the arena falls into darkness, as white and purple spotlights swirl over the crowd. The opening riff to Motley Crue’s “Knock ‘Em Dead, Kid” hit the speakers.
Nick Stuart: We’re just seconds away from the arrival of Justine Calvin, Richard, and even though she’s on her own in this match I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that as of forty-eight hours ago she and her partner now hold the longest single Tag Team reign in the history of PRIME, beating out Crudely Civilized’s 138 days.
Do your thing, Vince Howard.
Vince Howard: Making her way to the ring… She hails from Boston, Massachusetts and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twenty pounds…
Justine steps through the entryway and pauses for a moment at the top of the ramp to take it all in. She’s made this walk before, but until tonight she’s always brought a partner into battle with her. Tonight, for the first time in her professional career, she takes center stage in one of the biggest promotions in the storied history of wrestling.
Vince Howard: She is one-half of the PRIME World Tag-Team Champions…
Her title belt is strapped around her waist, and at Vince’s mention it of she taps the center buckle with a hand that looks to have a few extra layers of tape around it tonight. Trailing about twenty feet behind is her partner, making sure to keep a respectable distance. A casual observer might think that the presence of King Blueberry is to try and counteract any potential hostility from elements of the locker room that seem bent on their elimination, but the truth is that despite the issues that Sykes and Calvin have had as of late he wouldn’t miss her first singles match for the world.
Vince Howard: She is… “High Caliber”… JUSTIIIIIIINE CAL-VIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNnnnnnn!!!
She pulls herself up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Where normally she’d take a moment to pose with her half of the Tag Team Championships, tonight there’s a more pressing mission, and it involves hitting Tristan-Crispin Gladhappy as hard as she can until he stops twitching.
It’s only after handing over her belt that she notices the presence of her partner, now lingering outside the ring. If this is a surprise to her she gives it little thought before squaring up ahead of the opening bell. Elvis Nixon moves in position, a quick nod to each wrestler, and then he signals for the bout to begin.
DING DING!
Nick Stuart: And Calvin wasting NO TIME! She charges across the ring with rage in her eyes!
Gladhappy can do little but shriek in terror and cover up with his arms before Justine begins to pepper his body with stiff kicks! The SMACK of flesh on flesh echoes through the arena as Justin is unrelenting in her focus to remove Tristin’s head from his body. The nuzzlemaster falls backwards into the corner, still trying to cover up. Justine gives him no quarter as she moves in to continue the onslaught. On the outside, King Blueberry encourages the slaughter as he cheers his bloodthirsty partner on.
Richard Parker: I understand looking for some payback, but if Justine isn’t careful here, she’s going to get herself disqualified.
Elvis Nixon moves in to tell her just that, but she pays him no mind as she changes tactics and starts with forearm strikes to the now seated Gladhappy. With no choice, Nixon begins a five count. On the outside, KB moves into position to try to alert his tag team partner to the count, waving his arms. He is able to break the spell, and Justine’s berserker fury momentarily halts and she takes a few steps back. Gladhappy is officially Gladloopy as he leans against the bottom turnbuckle, checking his nose for damage. Tristan looks up at the seething Justine… and shakes his head “no” before rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring!
Nick Stuart: Gladhappy may be looking for a respite… but he’ll find no allies on the ringside floor, because there is NO Love Convey at ringside.
Richard Parker: No rusty nails, either.
Outside the ring, Gladhappy is hurting, but that doesn’t stop him from scanning the front row – likely looking for someone willing to nuzzle. He opens up his hands wide in an inviting gesture. He finds nobody willing to engage (in what quite a few fans are making rather… obscene gestures toward him), so he turns back toward the ring… and that’s when his head is SNAPPED back by an explosive shotgun dropkick! The crowd loves it as the back of his head hits the guardrail!
Richard Parker: Maybe he should focus less on the hugs and more on the grappling, eh?
Calvin rolls Gladhappy back into the ring where he stumbles to his feet and then collapses into the corner. He throws his hands up in a plea for mercy, but Gladhappy instead position in the opposite corner. Her eyes narrow as she charges out, building up a head of steam as she runs at her opponent… she leaps forward, looking to drive knee right into Crispin’s face…
Nick Stuart: NO! Gladhappy moves out of the way at the last second!
Richard Parker: Justine is able to stop herself before her knee hits the turnbuckle… but she turns into a thumb to the eye!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Elvis Nixon admonishes Gladhappy, who instead of acting ashamed appears to be going in for a hug with the referee. King Blueberry hops onto the apron to protest this display of cheating, and Elvis moves away from Crispin to tell him to get down. This backfires for poor KB, however, as this gives Gladhappy a chance to choke Calvin on the bottom rope!
Richard Parker: You’re not helping, ya dink!
Nick Stuart: …dink?
With the ref’s attention again focused on the match, Gladhappy picks up his lighter opponent for a brutal backbreaker! Calvin holds the small of her back in pain. She is brought to her feet… and dropped down with quick DDT! Gladhappy is sure glad and happy as he gleefully makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
…NO!
Nick Stuart: One half of the tag champs powering out!
Richard Parker: I thought Blueberry was going to have a heart attack.
Still, Justine Calvin isn’t in the clear because Gladhappt is not letting up – he nuzzles his opponent… right into a chinlock. KB slaps the mat to rile up the fans who are soon clapping in unison, urging Justine to overcome her Love Convey adversary.
Nick Stuart: The people are solidly behind one half of the PRIME tag team champions!
Justine begins to feed off the people, pumping her arms and finding new energy. Gladhappy shakes his head “no” as he attempts to synch in the hold even tighter, but nothing can stop High Caliber once she’s in this gear. She gets up to her knees. Then a leg. Then a second leg. Just as it appears she is about to power out…
Nick Stuart: No! Crispin thinking quickly! He sweeps under Calvin, lifting her up into an electric chair position!
Nuzzle Master Flex lifts the tag champ high into the air, bracing himself to fall backwards to complete the move…
…but out of nowhere, Justine instead rolls FORWARD, catching him on the way down with a textbook sunset rollup!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE – NO!
At the very last second, Gladhappy is able to power his way out of the pinning predicament. He scrambles to his feet, dusts himself off, breathes a sigh of relief that he was able to escape that one… and then turns directly into a kick to the face! A bead of spit shoots high into the air and Gladhappy seems frozen in place for a second… before dropping to his knees. Calvin grabs his wrists, holding his arms high into the air. The fans buzz in anticipation as they know what’s coming… she rears back…
Nick Stuart: Calculated Risk!!!
Richard Parker: KNEES MEET FACE! KNEES WIN!
Gladdyhappy is down, and Calvin hooks the leg…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Vince Howard: Your winner… by pinfall “High Caliber”… JUSTIIIIIIINE CAL-VIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNnnnnnn!!!
Nick Stuart: And a huge measure of revenge for Justine Calvin for the attack two weeks ago!
Richard Parker: I mean, Gladhappy has nothing to complain about. Calvin’s knees sure NUZZLED his face, you know what I mean?