Paradise City Live Broadcast #2
Fans in the front row boo, and Grady turns to look at them through the cage. He mocks them, then laughs and raises his middle finger. When he turns away from them, he walks straight into the boot of Wolf Bennett.
“Do you ever shut up?” Wolf asks, rolling his eyes.
He turns back to Ryker and shoves him beneath the bottom rope.
Unfolding the chair, he sets it up in the center.
When he turns around, Ryker has made it back to his feet, but Wolf kicks him in the stomach, pulling him into a face lock and securing Ryker’s head under his arm.
Wolf grabs hold of Ryker’s left leg, lifts him off the ground, and tosses him backward, straight onto the chair.
“Fisherman suplex onto the chair by Wolf Bennett!” Jude Paul yells.
“Damn, that was brutal,” Scott breathes out. “Wolf is showing some of that brutality he’s known for in a match like this.”
Wolf looks up to find Grady climbing the post, poised for a moonsault off the top turnbuckle. He rushes the corner and pulls Grady’s leg out from under him, sending him back down to the ground.
“Baby!” Harper yells, clutching the cage. She glares at Wolf as he steps out of the ring. He carefully approaches the cage, but she doesn’t back down. “You’re going to wish you’d never set foot in the ring with him, Bennett! You are nothing compared to him.”
Wolf chuckles, shaking his head, about to turn away when she spits at him.
It lands on his chest. He looks down where it landed, then glares back up at her.
Harper stares into the cage, gripping the steel chain-link as she runs her tongue over her teeth.
She purses her lips, blowing a kiss in Wolf’s direction, and it fades into a proud smirk.
Wolf takes a step forward, but Grady advances, grabbing him by the neck, attempting to throw him into the side of the cage.
Wolf lifts his foot to block the attack, and the toe of his shoe gets wedged in the chain-link mesh.
He throws his elbow behind him, attempting to ward off Grady while he tries to free his foot.
“That foot caught in the cage is the same one Wolf had surgery on last year when he was out due to a ruptured Achilles tendon. If he’s not careful, he may be facing reinjury,” Jude says.
Grady stumbles, almost tripping over the same ladder he used earlier.
“Use it!” Harper demands. Grady smiles at her suggestion and picks up the ladder, and drives it into the side of Wolf’s head. With his leg still caught, Wolf’s body swings into the chain-link wall upon impact before he collapses to the ground.
Scott Harrington sucks in a harsh breath. “I don’t think Wolf will be able to get back up from that, Jude.”
“We may be looking at a new champion if Grady Chandler can get Wolf back in the ring and pin him,” Jude says.
Colin Ryker starts to stir inside the ring. Grady sets up the ladder on the outside of the ring and slams down on the spreaders. Climbing the rungs, he steps onto the apron and through the middle rope. He picks up the chair, refolding the mangled steel, and slams it over Ryker’s head.
Colin Ryker drops to the mat. Grady follows, hooking the champ’s leg, but Ryker kicks out at two and a half.
“Kick out at two!” There’s a newfound excitement in Scott’s voice. “That was a close one. Ryker came within half a second of losing his title.”
“Come on, ref!” Grady shouts, but the referee holds his hands out to signal two. “Bullshit. That was three!” Pushing a frustrated hand through his hair, Grady punches Ryker in the head, then shoves him onto his back and goes for another pin. This time, the champion kicks out before the two count.
Grady yells out in frustration again. He jumps to his feet, kicking Ryker over and over until he doesn’t move.
Grady rolls under the bottom rope, ready to end this, but finds Wolf still trying to free himself.
Annoyed that he’s back up, Grady grabs Wolf by the neck and slams him face-first into the cage.
He kicks the ankle stuck in the chain-link.
Wolf cries out as Grady kicks his trapped ankle repeatedly, forcing the joint to bend at an unnatural angle before it finally falls free.
He catches himself on the edge of the ring, clutching the apron, and attempts to put weight on his foot.
“Fuck,” he mutters when a searing pain shoots up his leg.
Over his shoulder, he notices Grady climbing the ladder, eyes on the champion who stands in the center of the ring with his back to them.
“Fuck it,” Wolf says, forcing his foot down. He scales the opposite side of the ladder.
“Are you seeing this, Jude?” Scott’s voice is an octave higher than normal. “Wolf Bennett is chasing Grady up the ladder!”
“There’s no way he isn’t feeling the effects of that attack on his ankle. This can’t end well,” Jude says.
Wolf and Grady trade punches from opposite sides, both teetering on the edge with every blow. The crowd cheers for every one Wolf successfully lands, and boos for Grady, and a mixture of the two when Ryker joins the fray. He pushes the ladder over.
The crowd gasps when the ladder tips to the side, and Wolf falls. His left ankle gets caught in a rung while the rest of his body slams into the ground. Wolf cries out, clutching the back of his leg.
Colin Ryker freezes; even Grady Chandler pauses when he climbs to his feet and realizes what happened.
“That looked extremely painful. I don’t think that was supposed to happen,” Scott says.
The two men still standing share a look before Ryker slides out of the ring. He puts distance between them and Wolf, kicking Grady in the abdomen.
“I don’t think Wolf Bennett is getting back up from that.
He definitely just did some damage to that leg,” Jude Paul says as Ryker picks up Grady, cradling him in his arms as he runs his back straight into the steel cage.
He does it two more times before tossing Grady onto the apron, shoving him under the bottom rope.
“Colin Ryker hooks the leg, here’s the cover…and he retains!”