The Hollywood Assassin

The crowd roared as The Crusher jumped off the steel cage and delivered a devastating double ax handle to the back of Jim Connors. The Crusher pinned Jim. The cage raises and out comes The Hollywood Assassin, C-Rob. He is stacked and handsome. He wore blue jeans, black boots, and a long black trench coat. He also wore dark sunglasses and a dark bandana. He gripped the microphone.

“Congratulations on beating up the enhancement talent,” C-Rob said. “You’re holding my World Title and at the Pay Per View, I will take it from you!” C-Rob said. The crusher came over and stepped up to C-Rob with a response.

“You have a big mouth and I’m going to shut it.” C-Rob smiled at that.

“I’m going to enjoy kicking your ass and taking your title.” C-Rob turned; then The Crusher pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and punched C-Rob in the back of the head. The crowd pelted The Crusher with paper cups and wadded up napkins. The Crusher walked over his body; then out came C-Rob’s blonde buxom bombshell girlfriend and valet, Anna. The Crusher planted a kiss on Anna. She wiped her mouth and went over to check on C-Rob.

The following week DJ, C-Rob’s brother approached The Crusher.

“I shut your brother up. He’s declined an interview with the media,” The Crusher said.

DJ smiled and looked him directly in the eyes.

“That means he’s in full on death mode,” he said. “He’s going to be unhinged.”

“Whatever,” The Crusher said.

“I’ll be fighting your little brother for The Bare Knuckles Title,” DJ called out to The Crusher.

“don’t you ever think of hurting him,” The Crusher warned.

“Or what?” DJ demanded. The Crusher’s brother Bruiser attacked DJ from behind. Both Bruiser and Crusher put the boots to DJ. C-Rob hit the spear on The Crusher. DJ sat up and wiped blood from his mouth. Next, he walked over to Bruiser.

“You hit like a bitch,” DJ said, before throwing a left hook. DJ took him down and started pounding his face into a puddle of country gravy. DJ put Bruiser in an armbar and tapped him out. A referee handed DJ The Bare Knuckles Championship.

DJ put it over his shoulder and walked over to C-Rob who is standing over the unconscious body of The Crusher.

“How’s your head?” DJ asked.

“You know when I’m pissed, I don’t register pain,” C-Rob said. “How’s your lip?” DJ smirked.

“He got me pretty good, but I got his belt.” The match as a formality. C-Rob kicked, punched, and beat on The Crusher until he fell unconscious in the ring. C-Rob held the belt over his head. He stood over The Crusher and made a declaration.

“You’ve just been put out to pasture, courtesy of The Hollywood Assassin. His pyro went off and his music played as he headed back up the ramp.