OutDoor Championship Wrestling

21:52 Michelle_Pantero: I have created the public room #OCW_ANARCHY_Mike_vs_Michelle.

21:56 Mike_Day: I make my way out of the locker room, I don my usual attire and make my way to the curtain. I’m a bit buzzed from the Christmas festivities but I didn’t see anyone else stepping up to take you on. After a few moments of waiting I get the green light to head on out. I was still a rookie by all meanings of the word clashing with a psuedo-legend in the ring. I burst out from behind the curtain with an eruption of flame, entering and paying homage to Edge with his theme. I make my way down to ringside, not paying much attention to the cheering and jeering from the crowd. I was all business in the ring tonight and wasn’t going to risk any distractions. I walk up the ring stairs and step through the middle rope as the announcer calls me out. I get into my corner warming up for what would arguably be the biggest match of my entire career… past and future!

21:57 Mike_Day:

22:04 Michelle_Pantero: Mike had a mouth to rival anyone, still a rookie and challenging the ABSOLUTE best in the Pro business. Give him credit for guts, no damn brains but plenty of guts. I can hear his music hit and cheers from the crowd. Boy they loved to hate me, but I was going to put down their newest champion in style, he definitely shouldn't have challenged me to a last person standing match. I hear my tornado siren playing, drawing all eyes to the top of the ramp. The announcer starts talking as my logo flashes. "AND HIS OPPONENT COMING IN AT 5'7 145 PDS OF TWISTED STEEL AND SEX APPEAL THE PANTHER PRINCESS, THE CAROLINA TWISTER HERSELF MIIIIICCHHEELLEE PAANNTEROOO!!!". When I'm certain everyone is looking away, I roll out from underneath the bottom of the ring apron. My jeans hug my ass, as I straighten up. My chest strains at my white crop top when I pull the kendo stick backwards. Aiming to hobble him immediately, I swing a nasty shot towards his left leg from outside the ring.

22:04 Michelle_Pantero:

22:05 Michelle_Pantero:

22:05 Michelle_Pantero:

22:06 Rachel_Simms: Let's go Michelle. Kick his ass!

22:09 Mike_Day: I hear the siren as I look to the stage for your entrance… that was my first rookie mistake as I should’ve expected plenty of dirty tricks from you in this matchup. The crowd roars excitedly to see this last man standing match waiting to see which one of us would put down the other. I feel a sudden sting it the back of my leg as I drop down to one knee for a moment! I look to the outside of the ring to see you holding a kendo stick with devilish intention. I quickly retreat further in to the center of the ring, not wanting to take any more shots from that weapon. I wait for you to come to me, ready to counter. I was here to prove that you couldn’t do whatever you want whenever you want anymore. I was here to prove that I was a threat to anyone with a big mouth. I was here to prove that you were past your prime. Most importantly I here to prove that I was the most dangerous person to ever walk OCW and Anarchy combined!

22:16 Michelle_Pantero: The fleshy thawp cracks through the air as I redden his legs. "HOME RUN." I taunt, sneering as he backs up. With his extra 7 inch height and 45 pd difference between us, I would have to use every crafty, underhanded move in the book. Sliding under the bottom rope, I keep a tight grip on my chosen weapon. Moving forward quickly, I lift it over my head like I'm going to blast him between the eyes. Hopping forward at the last instant, I lift my left foot and try to drive my motorcycle boot into his abs.

22:19 Mike_Day: I’ve studied your tapes as any good rookie has. Your moves were unpredictable but had a hint of consistency to them. I knew you were tough and I knew you were no stranger to hardcore matches. I watch intently as you slide under the bottom rope and come in rushing me with the kendo stick! You hop towards me with the weapon high above your head, but you telegraph ever so slightly with your kick! I quickly try to catch the kick, going for a clothesline counter to take you down to the mat! I was ready to get my hands on that kendo stick, and even more ready to pay you back for that cheap shot.

22:20 Jade_Silva: Come on, Mike, finish her off!

22:21 Rachel_Simms: Crack pretty boys skull open!!

22:23 EJ_the_Growler: Let's GOOO Wrasslin' Jesus!

22:23 Rebecca_Welsh: Come on Mike, teach that big mouth a lesson!

22:24 Michelle_Pantero: My ankle gets caught a instant before kicking the shit out of him. I hop on my right foot as he drags me in. "UUUUGGG." A club of a forearm crashes across chest, slamming my shoulders into the mats. I bounce on the canvas, the kendo stick rolling away from me towards the edge of the apron. My arms curl across my chest, hugging my chest tightly as I roll over to my knees, head pressed against the mats.

22:25 Rachel_Simms: Come on Michelle! You've got this.

22:27 Klein_edwards: Go michelle *says softly*

22:28 Mike_Day: I’m stand for a moment semi-surprised to see the seasoned veteran go down so quickly! In a typical match I would go for a taunt while you were down to rile up your supporters, but I wasn’t taking any chances with this match. I’d seen you take down faces from both sides and as a fellow free agent I was looking to secure a big contract as well. I think about running to get the kendo stick but I’m not ready to let you get back to your feet just yet! I use my size to my advantage as I lift both your legs, ready to set up for a giant swing! I start to turn my body ready to lift you off the mats and spin your round and round for a few moments before letting you go! I wanted to take as few chances as I could with you, I had seen how vicious you could be in your match with Nathan and Yuna!

22:31 Emm_R: Sits quietly next to Klein

22:35 Michelle_Pantero: I'm breathing deep, forcing away the pain in my chest and shoulders. I go to plant my hands to push up, when I feel two hams circle around my ankles. My thighs come up off the mats, torso soon following as I'm spun in a tight circle. My blonde tresses whipping through the air, I squeak when my ankles are released. Slamming back down to the canvas, my firm girls take the brunt of the throw. I keep rolling, falling off the edge of the ring apron. Landing on my back, my feet drum the ground, my left arm going to shield my chest, while my right scrambles around under the ring apron.

22:35 Chasing_Fate: I didn't know panthers could fly

22:36 Rachel_Simms: Shake it off, baby!!

22:37 Klein_edwards: Grimaces but says “mikes a shrimp you got this Michelle!”

22:38 Mike_Day: My gambit pays off as I watch you skitter against the mat landing hard near the apron. My plan in this matchup was to let you get as little momentum going as you could. I slowly stalk over to you, cautiously approaching what had been deemed as one of the most dangerous women in wrestling. I get close to you, but take a quick detour over for the kendo stick! I pick it up and admire it for a moment, it wasn’t going to be enough to knock you out but it was a good start! I finally make my way over to you, raising the kendo stick high above my head… I’m preparing to bring it down onto those exposed abs of yours as you cover up your chest!

22:39 Emm_R: grips Kleins left arm tight

22:39 Aussie_Guy: You can do this Michelle

22:44 Rebecca_Welsh: Smash her into submission Mike!

22:49 Michelle_Pantero: I can hear the ominous sounds of your feet slamming down into the mat as you walk after me. The drumming of doom coming after me. My right hand slides across something familiar, fingers tightening on it. Your feet hit the concrete, smiling sadistically as you look down. I watch the kendo stick going high up over your head. Knowing I won't survive a big smash from it, I jerk my arm quickly out from under the mats. Steel chain wrapped around my knuckles, I try to roll myself closer to your feet so I can try to plow my loaded fist into your left knee.

22:52 Mike_Day: I start to bring the kendo stick down ready to smash you hard with it… when I feel a shooting sharp pain go through my left knee and my entire leg! I let out a cry of pain as I drop the kendo stick and down to one knee in the process… I wasn’t quite sure what had happened yet but I saw something shiny wrapped around your fist! I shakily try to get back to my feet with a grumble, knowing that a momentum shift was in my future…

22:59 Michelle_Pantero: My knuckles throb, the chain imprinting my flesh. I'm tempted to yell timber as he drops down, but I need to save my breath. This monster is going down without a brawl. Sure I had heard there were supposed hardcore fighters, and extreme fighters in the feds, but they had never dealt with a beast like me. This kid might have thought he knew what he got himself into but the real class was in session. Pushing myself up to my knees, I don't bother going for a stand. I draw back my steel fist, arching it forward. Trying to blast him between the eyes before he can get to his feet.

23:05 Mike_Day: I’m mad at myself for being caught by such an underhanded tactic. I knew you were a brutal fighter and that only one of us would be leaving the ring conscious but you were putting it all on the line right from the start! I start getting back to my feet, my knee reddened from the unprotected shot and giving me a hard time as I try to put my weight on it. I look up just in time as you pull your fist back and smash me with your loaded fist! I stumble back against the apron and put my hand to my face… when I look at it, it’s already coated in a fine crimson red! Not surprised that a shot like that would bust me open, but I wasn’t about to let you walk all over me. What you did in hardcore matches could loosely be called wrestling and I wasn’t about to become your latest victim… I steady myself against the apron, quickly going on the offensive as I rush towards you! I was ready to scoop you up for a spinebuster onto the barricade looking to pay you back for the chain to the face!

23:05 Mike_Day:

23:07 Amberfights: *holds up high voltage sign in support*

23:09 Jade_Silva: Come on, Mike!

23:12 MeganTheWrestlingGirl: *peeks in*

23:12 Amberfights: But also holds up the pantero panther sign as well...

23:14 Michelle_Pantero: Crimson spray mist's the air, I had thought the punch would give me a little breathing room. Much to my surprise you come back in faster than anticipated. Feeling your arms circle my thighs. I feel myself getting pulled in tighter, my left hand curls into a claw attempting to swipe across your eyes to blind you before you can slam me against the steel barricade top.

23:19 Mike_Day: I’m ready to bring you down, but to nobody’s surprise you have a trick up your sleeve… you swipe across my eyes temporarily blinding me as I’m forced to let you go! I drop you in the heat of the moment, quickly guarding my eyes from further trauma. I stumble back several steps yet again propping myself up against the apron! I was certain I had you if that move landed but it was clear that the veteran wasn’t going to go down so easily… I start to blink my eyes in an attempt to get my vision back, seeing your blurry figure staring back at me.

23:26 MeganTheWrestlingGirl: kick her butt Mike!

23:27 Michelle_Pantero: My nails drag across his face, and I fall back down to the concrete. I breathe a silent sigh of relief, another dirty tactic saves me. I force myself up to my feet, catching his gaze. I know I have to stay on the offense and I don't have much time to do it before he recovers. Dragging myself up onto the apron, I don't stop there, I climb to the top rope. Ready to put everything on the line, I teeter on the turnbuckle. Flying through the air, I twist aiming the soles of my boots for his head in a missile drop kick.

23:33 Mike_Day: I stand trying to regain my sense of sight as I see you suddenly slip past me… I hear you shuffling around behind me but I don’t quite have the sight to know what’s going on! I continue blinking my eyes in an attempt to get back to normal, rubbing my eyes as my hands get coated further in my own blood. I suddenly see a blurry missile coming straight for me! Your dropkick lands with perfect precision colliding you boots hard against my already hurting head… I don’t even have an instant before I find myself back against the ground, my head swimming as I try to regain any semblance of vision or consciousness for that matter!

23:40 Michelle_Pantero: The heels of my boots slam down into his wide forehead, opening up that early cut even wider. His face a crimson mask, I barely can see his eyes as he topples over. He seems motionless on the floor, I wave in the Ref to start a count. "1......2" the ref calls. I stalk the edge of the ring, pacing back and forth just in case I need to administer more punishment. "3!". I turn to look at the crowd, making sure to lock eyes with both feds leads. "THAT'S THE BEST Y'ALL COULD COME UP WITH!!! HIGH VOLTAGE MY ASS, MORE LIKE NO AMPS!". The ref raises his arms again. "4!!!".

23:45 Mike_Day: I can barely register what’s going on as my body won’t respond to my own commands… I lay dormant by ringside as my ears are ringing from the dropkick. “5!” Slowly but surely hearing the impending countdown to the end of the match. After nearly half the count had passed I finally start to stir from my daze… I roll over getting onto my hands and knees. “6!” I had to move quickly if I wanted to beat the count. I had to beat the count. “7!” I start to shakily return to my feet, gently swaying from side to side. The referee asks if I wish to continue to which I agree with an intense amount of head shaking. I was up… I was standing… that was all that mattered to me in that moment. I blink my eyes slowly getting my senses back, the ringing subsiding in my ears as I see you looming menacingly by the edge of the ring…

23:54 Michelle_Pantero: Through unbelieving eyes, i watch him force himself up, barely beating the count. I start to rage, stomping the ground and screaming in a near tantrum. "YOU JUST DON'T KNOW WHEN TO STAY DOWN DO YA KID?" Dipping down, gather up the chain length. I start to stalk forward, the steel lengths rattling as I draw closer. Full of evil intentions. I pull back my arm ready to whip him like a mule.

23:59 Mike_Day: I see you look at me with fire in your eyes, you scream bloody murder at me as you throw a little temper tantrum at the fact I was able to get back to my feet. I simply look at you and smile through my crimson mask. I knew it would get to you, I just had to hang on long enough to turn the tides. I was determined to weather the storm and prove to everyone I wasn’t going to be your stepping stone! I’m still a bit shaky from the shot to the head but I wasn’t out of this yet… You stalk me like the panther you are, quickly closing distance as I sit there grinning at you like an idiot. I wasn’t going to let you intimidate me… until I feel the sting of chain on flesh! I let out another cry of agony trying my best to not go down again… you were full of rage, it was only a matter of time before you slipped up… assuming I could survive that long!

00:08 Michelle_Pantero: You gave me down, even having the nerve to smile at me. My arm snakes forward, the chain smears the blood drops across his body. My smirk widens, I lash out again and again. Forcing you backwards. With a final wicked strike, you show me your back. Winding the chain between my hands, I rush in, jumping up onto your broad back, I try to loop the lengths around your throat. There's more than one way to skin a cat.

00:17 Mike_Day: Lash after lash after lash comes raining down upon my increasingly battered body… I’m slowly forced backwards towards the crowd as they get a better view of the brutality. Things are starting to look hopeless for me until a shimmering beacon of light reveals itself to give me an out. Just what I wanted for Christmas this year… a steel chair is tossed from the audience and just within my grasp! I dip my head down, snapping the chair back in an attempt to get you off of me! I was just about down and out, but this could prove to turn the tides for me… all that was left now was to hope I heard the increasingly familiar sound of steel on flesh!

00:22 Amberfights: *shields eyes at Mike's bleeding face and the continued brutality of the match*

00:26 Michelle_Pantero: My biceps bulge, drawing the lengths tighter. "That's it kid. Just go to sleep." I snarl. My feet touch the ground as I feel you fading underneath me. Your sweaty back staining my shirt. I barely make out your arms moving, thinking it's the last movements before you fall. BOOONNG! A sickening crash sounds, my eyes lighting up in a bright white. The chain slips away from nerveless fingers clattering to the floor. I take a stuttering step backwards and then another. A hot liquid drips down my face, plopping onto my white top and turning it red. I sway, ears ringing before falling over to my side on the concrete.

00:33 Mike_Day: I gasp for air as the chain slips from around my neck. I take a moment to catch my breath and think very carefully about what my next move is going to be. Both of us were hurting now. Both of us were battered and bloody, though I still had some catching up to do! I keep my chair in my hand gripping it with deadly intent but the ref gets to you first… I’m brushed aside as the count begins. “1!” I stand watching your motionless body gushing onto the ringside floor, “2!” This was it… this had to be it… “3!” I watch you silently… knowing I finally had this in the bag.

00:38 Michelle_Pantero: Vaguely I hear the ref starting to count. His voice sounding over the ringing in my ears. "3" I twitch on the ground. "4" my feet start to slowly drag across the mats. And my chest heaves, belly undulating as I take a shuddering breath. "5......6....." I can taste copper on my lips and I roll over to my belly. "7". I plant my palms to the ground, "8". I force myself to my knees... "9". I wobble upright. "I'm....N..not... Dddone...yet."I groan, swaying on my feet.

00:42 Mike_Day: I stand in disbelief that you can still move. Both of us now donning the crimson mask as we stand face to face… I wasn’t playing around anymore. I was going to show off what a powerhouse I could be and I didn’t need a weapon to prove it. I toss the chair down by my feet coming in towards your swaying figure… you were either incredibly tough or incredibly stupid to get back up after that. I use the moment to attempt to get you in a Gorilla Press, hoping to lift you high above my head on display for the entire crowd to see… I’m ready to return the action to the ring… I’m ready to finish this.

00:51 Michelle_Pantero: I'm on unsteady legs, my shirt darkening by the second. Moving slower than normal, I feel your hands close over me. One bunching in my top, I can feel it drawn tighter in your strong grasp. The other palm reaches between my thighs, hoisting me high up over your head. I shake my head no, sending a pitter pat of crimson rain across the concrete. With a show of force, you don't throw me through the ropes. Your out to send a statement. My body flies over the top rope, I land heavily, rolling to the side, I start to attempt to pull myself up to my feet center ring.

00:56 Mike_Day: I’m not going after you just yet. I wait by ringside and turn to face the crowd, making sure that the fed leaders have seen my display tonight. “IS THIS WHAT PASSES FOR A LEGEND??” I flex both my biceps making sure that my power is on full display for Zack Davis and Destiny Desire. I was ready for them to be groveling at my feet after this match, I was the one who stopped the mighty Pantero’s reign of terror! I get caught up in the heat of the moment, feeling my negotiating power going up by the moment. “ALL THAT TALK AND WHAT DID IT AMOUNT TO? I’LL BE READY TO NEGOTIATE TOMORROW.” I yell out to them, I was out to make a statement. Neither of them believed in me and I was here to prove them wrong… I almost forget about my opponent inside the ring as I can see a prosperous career in my future.

01:01 Amberfights: *Sighs at Mike's as I see the blood lose has finally gone to his head*

01:05 Michelle_Pantero: I force myself up to hands and knees, his screams reverberating in my ears. A fresh surge of adrenaline floods my body. I drag myself upright. I see him flexing, looking back and forth between the twin leaders. This kid hopes to make his name by beating me. Who the fuck does he think he is, it's not over and this rookie is calling out like the bell has been rang. My feet shift, I stumble backwards into the ropes. Shoulders pressing into them, I rush forward, forcing my body to keep going. A red trail stains the mats as I run towards the ropes. "INCOMING PUNK." I shout, my thighs flex, shooting me into the air. I twist my hips attempting to land a suicide dive Hurricanrana.

01:10 Mike_Day: I turn around to see you leap for the ring and into the air, your call out giving me just enough time to react… suddenly I find myself on the receiving end of a hurricanrana with a potentially match ending amount of force! No. This wasn’t how things were going to end. I use the momentum to my advantage as we swing towards the nearby announcer’s table! I go to land my finishing move… albeit a super charged, momentum filled version of it, Daybreak! I’m hunting for the powerbomb as I look to turn your high risk move against you! I regretted not pursuing you when I had the chance but I knew this could potentially end the match… one last push to earn that contract!

01:16 Michelle_Pantero: I should have kept my big mouth shut, that split second warning was all it took. My thighs land on either side of his head. I can feel his hands press at my back, preventing me from completing my twist. Spun to the side, his hands tighten. I feel my body being flung downwards. The crackle of wood filling my ears. My arms fly over the top of my head, strawberry tinged tresses covering my eyes. My fingers open and shut above my head.

01:22 Mike_Day: This was it… only I had a feeling it would take more than this to put you down. I was done risking it. I was going for the second powerbomb to make sure you weren’t going to beat the count this time. I was no stranger to doing multiple powerbombs but this one felt special. Significant if you would. I was about to be the one who killed the legend, the one who stopped the streak. I lose myself for a moment as I set it up, thinking about all the amazing opportunities to come from this match… I go to hoist you back up, ready to bring you right back down!

01:28 Michelle_Pantero: I feel my shoulders sliding across the splinters of the table, sharp edges scratching the skin as I'm dragged back up. My arms feel something hard and square between them. Fingers locking onto the edges, I'm in full save my ass mode. I'm lifted higher, getting set to be driven back into the ground. My arms tremble as I hoist up the ring bell. My unsteady eyes look down into yours, a feral smile shows off bloody teeth. Jerking my shoulders, I try to slam it down right between your eyes.

01:31 Mike_Day: Everything slows down for a moment. Time stands still I have you in the winning position… until I see that damn bell. A bloody and unsettling smile creeps across your face as you know exactly what you’re doing… I quickly try to complete the powerbomb but I’m just a touch too slow as you smash the ring bell and well… ring my bell with it! I feel my consciousness slip as the sickening sound echoes out around ringside… I didn’t have anything left in the tank, all I could hope was that you didn’t either…

01:36 Michelle_Pantero: The bell clangs down on his skull, sending a shockwave through my arms. Dropped from this height, I land badly on my head and shoulders. A dull hush falls over the crowd. I lay there unmoving. Dimly, I can hear someone shouting..... Counting..... "1.... 2.... 3...." I try to will myself up, but nothing seems to be working. "4... 5...."

01:37 Amberfights: *gasp as I see Michelle bring the bell down on Mike's head, as I watch in horror as he collapses to the canvas*

01:40 Mike_Day: I lay on the cold floor unable to get my body to respond. “6!” I can’t move even a little bit as I try desperately to keep myself conscious from all the head trauma. “7… 8!” We both lay there battered messes in the wake of our own destruction. This was it, I wasn’t getting up this time. “9!” You could hear a pin drop as the ref gets to the last second, neither of us having yet to have stirred. “10!”

01:45 Michelle_Pantero: "10..." It sounds so far away, the medics rush down. Collecting up or battered, bruised, bloody bodies. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. DUE TO BOTH FIGHTERS BEING UNABLE TO CONTINUE, THIS MATCH IS RULED A DRAW." A pain filled smile crosses my lips as I'm wheeled up the ramp. I might not have won, but I damn sure didn't lose.

01:49 Mike_Day: The medics gingerly place me onto a stretcher as they wheel you away. You were unlike any opponent I had ever faced, and most likely unlike any I would face again. I lay on the stretcher semi-conscious as I fade in and out. I didn’t win but I was sure I had done what I set out to do. I made a statement in that ring tonight, or rather outside of it. I went toe to toe with THE Michelle Pantero and lived to tell the tale. I may not be the legend killer I hoped I would be after tonight, but I was positive I had gained some respect for my performance. And with that I finally succumb, fading to black as I get reprieve from the brutality of the ring.

01:50 Michelle_Pantero: End

01:52 Mike_Day: (Thanks to everyone who stuck with us for this one, I know it ran a bit late. Thanks to Michelle for giving me an unforgettable match!)