Main Event: Rylie Marshall vs Drake Benton - Falls Count Anywhere Match

[SimplyWoo]

As Drake pulled up and away from her, Rylie was still growling as she twisted around onto her stomach and slammed one fist to the ground. "Fuck threats!" She then slammed her other fist into the ground, "Fuck Bullies!" She then rose up to one knee as she looked up with gritted teeth and rage in her eyes as her racoon tail started to sway rapidly from side to side as a predator ready to pounce on it's pray. "And fuck you! Grrraaaahhhh!" She screamed out in rage as she suddenly pushed up and and rushed forward, looking to tackle into Drake, not caring for her own safety as she tried to force him off the ledge and onto the electrical equipment, which would cause an explosion of sparks to burst out from around them, which would immediately cut the power off from around them before they could get a nasty shock.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake staggered back from her. As he collected himself he heard her yelling at him. Still a bit dazed, he simply replied, “Bruh you’re an angry raccoon.” Then suddenly a Rylie sized blur slammed into him. The crowd roared. The Rascal tackled the Colossus and the two went flying off of the entrance ramp into a table that was a setup of electrical equipment. Drake smashed into the equipment and broke the table in half

BOOM!

An explosion of sparks and then darkness filled in the main arena. The crowd went apeshit and very quickly the dark arena was filled with phone flashlights. Drake was momentarily unconscious and he came to in a world of pain, lying in the mass of equipment motionless with Rylie sprawled out against him.

[SimplyWoo]

It didn't take long for the secondary generator to cut on and bring lights where it needed to at the arena. The impact of falling on top of Drake flipped Rylie forward to where she was laying on her back in the opposite direction of Drake with the top of their heads near each other as Rylie's eyes were closed as she was panting for breath. The ref immediately climbed down from the ramp he was on to go check up on if Drake and Rylie were ok. When the ref checked on Rylie she managed to speak. "Get...me...a...microphone." She stated between pants as the ref called out for one of the event staffers to rush and get the mic.

While that was going on Rylie groaned out, twisting herself to crawl out of the rubble of the equipment flop to the ground before groggily standing up and struggling to maintain her balance as she staggered a little. As the staffer made it to her with the mic, she nodded in thanks as she snatched the mic and slapped the top to make sure it was on. "Yo! All you Little Rascals close by, we're going to play a game. We all love Oscar Orelash, right?" She mentioned as she held the mic out to the nearby crowd who cheered at that question before bringing the mic back to her lips and pointing to Where Drake was laying. "If you feel like this piece of shit did him dirty, then when I say "Yeet!" Those of you that don't mind standing for the remainder of the night, feel free to pick up your chairs and throw them them at this son of a bitch. Ready? One...two...mother fucking YEET!" She called out as she strutted over to a vacant chair to fold it up and chuck it ontop of Drake with some of the crowd members shouting out yeet at the same time they made their chairs rain down on Rylie's opponent.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake stirred and rolled over onto his stomach. He began crawling but then heard Rylie speak. Drake felt a sharp bite of pain in his side as Rylie yeeted a chair at him. Then suddenly the a torrent of steel chairs flew into the air and came down onto Drake. The arena(and the tv broadcast) was a cacophony of steel slamming into steel as the chairs piled onto Drake.

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Drake was quickly engulfed and buried under a pile of steel chairs. So big was the pile up, that he was practically invisible to the crowd and cameras. The crowd was pumped up and chanting "OSCAR! OSCAR! OSCAR!" over and over in between chants for Rylie.

[SimplyWoo]

Rylie had a surprised look on her face at the rainfall of chairs piling on top of Drake. "Holy shit, good job my dudes! I can officially say you all are the ones that kicked some ass tonight!" She called out to the participants as she looked back at them with a grin as the crowd roared and responded with Oscar and Rylie chants. "One more thing, can we change the music? The boss theme has gone on long enough." The music then changed to something hip hop. "Nah, not that one." It then changed to metal. "I like that, but nah, change it again." The music then changed and Rylie grinned. "Yeah, that's more like it." She mentioned as Carameldansen started to play, she dropped the mic as she started to do the dance over towards the electrical equipment, making her hands flop her racoon ears as her tail swayed from side to side to get a chuckle out of the crowd.

Once she got to the equipment, she climbed back on top of it as she stood up and looked down at the pile of chairs. She then pointed down at the pile and looked at the crowd. She then imitated the Matthew McConaughey scream as she leapt off of it, bringing her legs out to crash down on the pile of chairs. "Boooooooppp Paaaaiiiiiiiii!" As she would land and roll off of the chairs, rolling on the ground while yelping out in pain as the impact against the chairs would hurt like a mother fucker, but hopefully the splash would hurt Drake underneath the pile as well as also some of the chairs would scatter away from the impact and Rylie's rolling.

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McConaughey Scream reference.

[ScylliasExoter]

Rylie jumped and slid down the chair pile and there was no movement from the chair pile. Rylie's choice of boss music echoed through the arena, broken up only by the raucous cheers of the crowd, who were dancing to the catchy tune and assuming Rylie's victory was a foregone conclusion. Unfortunately, it was not.
CRASH!!
Drake let out a mighty roar and burst out of the chair pile like a rage zombie bursting out of a grave. While Oscar is the Barbarian Prince, Drake decided he would like to rage too. He tore the tattered hockey chest pad off and began grabbing chairs and chucking them away in every direction. Drake tore off his giant hockey leg/knee pads so he could free his legs from the chair pile. Seeing Rylie sitting on her butt after sliding down the chair pile, Drake yeeted a chair right at her back. Having been provided a near limitless supply of chairs by the crowd, Drake became a chair yeeting machine.

[SimplyWoo]

Rylie continued to roll away from the pile of chairs until she was a decent distance from them before she grimaced as she pushed herself to sit up. She then was bobbing her head to the music before suddenly she heard a roar and looked over to seen an explosion of chairs and a raging Drake. She yelped out as she managed to push herself up to her feet and move out of the way as she just barely avoided a chair flying her way. She then looked up with a surprised look on her face as Drake was chucking some chair at the crowd, knocking a few down as she whispered. "Dude...you can't..." she whispered in a disappointed manner before narrowing her eyes as at him as she then. "Hey Jockadin! If you want to follow the oath of vengeance, you focus on me!" She mentioned as she started to walk backwards and around a corner to a clear aisle that would eventually lead towards exiting the arena and into the hallways close to the concession stand.

However at this point she was still close to some of the fans, and close to a particular set of her personal fans. She then pinched her finger and thumb together, bringing it to her lips and giving a sharp whistle. "Hot Dog Crew! Now Homies!" She called out as the fans she called the hot dog crew, the set of three fans that she stumbled over to steal a hotdog from during her match on the cruise ship with Oscar, whom she had since apologized to and made them personal fans of hers by compensating them with a year long free membership, answered Rylie's call. Suddenly flying over towards Rylie's direction was a pair of handles, to which Rylie twisted around towards the flying objects and caught each one with her hand with a smooth swipe.

Then the third object flew towards her, a yellow object that she smoothly caught while still holding a handle in one of her hands, the yellow object that let out a fierce squawk and then another squeak as Rylie placed it sideways in her mouth. She then spun around to face Drake as she swung her arms out too her sides, letting the pair of purple lightsabers in it's enclosed tubing expanded and hummed as she smirked at Drake. "Three sword style." She mentioned with the infamous rubber chicken in between her teeth as she referenced Zoro from One Piece as her infamous chicken let out a few soft squeaks to her speaking. Rylie now was wielding a trio of weapons that she has proven to be quite useful in her hands. Rylie has shown that she could skillfully twirl her lightsabers and make them sting as effectively as wielding a pair of kendo sticks and has also proven to use the rubber chicken in painful and humiliating ways as she waited for Drake to make his move with a confident stare.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake saw Rylie's fans toss her weapons. Not just any weapons, but elegant weapons for a more civilized age. "Bullshit." Drake did not have lightsabers, but he had something else. His large goalie hockey stick fell down into the crowd with him and he grabbed it. The Colossus gave it a good spin and readied himself for battle. The crew in the production truck, recognizing the gold in front of them, searched for and found the song to blast in the arena for the moment.

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The two warriors clashed. Rylie unleashed a flurry of lightsaber blows against Drake and his hockey stick.

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Drake was on the defensive but he weathered the storm. Once Rylie tired herself out, the Colossus hooked one of her lightsabers with his hockey stick and yanked it out of hand, tossing it aside. Now Rylie was on the defensive against Drake's long hockey stick onslaught.

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The two warriors dueled furiously, each scoring several painful blows against each other. They made their way over to the wall dividing the floor section with the rest of the arena, locking "blades" and had a moment to intensely stare each other down. "This will be a feud long remembered. It has seen the end of Orelash. It will soon see the end of your reign."

[SimplyWoo]

Rylie couldn't help but grin with the chicken clutched in her mouth as she clashed with Drake as the production crew enhanced the ambiance. She was impressed by Drake's ability to defend himself with his hockey stick and while she manage to smack him in the back and body a few times with her sabers, she also grunted, which let out a squeak from the rubber chicken a few times as he managed to smack her limbs a few times. Regardless her tail was swaying happily at the thrill of the battle and finding out that Drake HAD to have had a inner geek about him to be this coordinated with his hockey stick. As the battle kept them moving, getting close to the concession area. She growled at him as she clashed her saber together with his hockey stick and was trying to shove it as she listened to his speech. She then pulled one blade away to swipe in the opposite direction, trying to make that arm that was holding the hockey stick swing away from her as she tried to step in close with both of her blades swung up in the air, ready to crash down on him. However in doing this, she would be within grappling range with Drake if he managed to keep his hockey stick and react fast enough.

[ScylliasExoter]

Drake and Rylie were in a standoff with their “blades” locked together. The Rascal managed to push Drake’s hockey stick aside and went for an overhead strike. However, Drake was ready for her. As Rylie came in close, Drake let one hand on the hockey stick go. Drake grunted in pain as the lightsabers thwacked against his shoulders but he tanked the blow to grab ahold of Rylie.

He then wrapped his arms around Rylie’s torso and pulled her in close to his chest. With the help of his hockey stick, Drake was able to fully wrap up Rylie in a in an elevated bearhug, trapping her arms as well. Her chest pressed against his own, Drake began squeezing Rylie, which was made worse from him grinding the hockey stick into her lower back.
”I got Oscar and Katrina like this. You got nothing now!”