*As Jack Rogue vs Buster Gates draws to a close on Saturday Night Precision, Gates stands over Rogue as the fan favourite struggles towards the ropes. Buster, with an arrogant grin on his face, positions himself behind Jack, poising himself to strike*
Patrick Young: Buster Gates may be looking to end this - Jack Rogue's future does not look bright!
*As Rogue, with help from the ring ropes, gets staggeringly to his feet, Buster lunges for Jack, and tightly cradles his neck. He pauses, seemingly with his opponent helpless in his grasp, to wiggle his hips, then shouts into the audience*
Buster: Easy!
*Gates sits out with swift and brutal force, powerfully driving the medulla of Rogue into his shoulder. Buster kneels up and moves as if to cover the seemingly incapacitated Jack Rogue, then pauses and stands back up. He grasps Jack's angle and swings his limp body towards the centre of the ring. Looking once more into the booing crowd with his cocky smile, Buster lifts Rogue's legs over his shoulders, lifts him into the air, and plants him on his back with a powerbomb*
*Slowly clapping his hands together, Buster once more makes no movement towards an attempted pinfall, even as the referee drops into position to count. Gates takes several seconds to look thoughtfully around him at the Precision fans, before climbing through the ropes out of the ring towards the announcer table. He slowly walks over towards the timekeeper's area, and the ring announcer moves off to the side as Buster picks up the steel chair on which she had been sitting. He folds it shut with an emphatic, metallic sound, and laughs as the continual boos escalate throughout the arena*
*The ever resilient Jack Rogue has by now come to, and is once more clawing for the ring ropes to help him to his feet. Gates pauses to watch, and visibly chuckles as Rogue attempts to stand but is unable to balance and collapses to his knees. Jack is oblivious as Buster slides under the bottom rope and holds the chair across his chest, ready to beat the fan favourite with it as the booing climaxes. The referee shouts at Buster, frantically attempting to dissuade him from his plan, but it is to no avail as Gates strikes Jack with the front edge of the chair to the small of his back*
*The official waves off the match and the bell rings as Buster brings the front surface of the chair down onto the back of Rogue, who screams in agony. Gates stands the now crooked chair in the centre of the ring, thumping the seat to secure it in place, and drags the weakly struggling Rogue in front of it. Buster smiles once more, as he throws both of Jack's legs onto his shoulders and hits a second lifting powerbomb, through the unfolded steel, twisting the chair and causing Rogue to writhe and spasm in agony*
*Buster chortles to himself a final time, then rolls out of the ring on the far side to thunderous boos and walks slowly backwards up the ramp, admiring his handiwork. The booing escalates yet further as the music hits of Rogue's recent rival, former friend Andersen Vega*
Patrick Young: Buster Gates may be looking to end this - Jack Rogue's future does not look bright!
*As Rogue, with help from the ring ropes, gets staggeringly to his feet, Buster lunges for Jack, and tightly cradles his neck. He pauses, seemingly with his opponent helpless in his grasp, to wiggle his hips, then shouts into the audience*
Buster: Easy!
*Gates sits out with swift and brutal force, powerfully driving the medulla of Rogue into his shoulder. Buster kneels up and moves as if to cover the seemingly incapacitated Jack Rogue, then pauses and stands back up. He grasps Jack's angle and swings his limp body towards the centre of the ring. Looking once more into the booing crowd with his cocky smile, Buster lifts Rogue's legs over his shoulders, lifts him into the air, and plants him on his back with a powerbomb*
*Slowly clapping his hands together, Buster once more makes no movement towards an attempted pinfall, even as the referee drops into position to count. Gates takes several seconds to look thoughtfully around him at the Precision fans, before climbing through the ropes out of the ring towards the announcer table. He slowly walks over towards the timekeeper's area, and the ring announcer moves off to the side as Buster picks up the steel chair on which she had been sitting. He folds it shut with an emphatic, metallic sound, and laughs as the continual boos escalate throughout the arena*
*The ever resilient Jack Rogue has by now come to, and is once more clawing for the ring ropes to help him to his feet. Gates pauses to watch, and visibly chuckles as Rogue attempts to stand but is unable to balance and collapses to his knees. Jack is oblivious as Buster slides under the bottom rope and holds the chair across his chest, ready to beat the fan favourite with it as the booing climaxes. The referee shouts at Buster, frantically attempting to dissuade him from his plan, but it is to no avail as Gates strikes Jack with the front edge of the chair to the small of his back*
*The official waves off the match and the bell rings as Buster brings the front surface of the chair down onto the back of Rogue, who screams in agony. Gates stands the now crooked chair in the centre of the ring, thumping the seat to secure it in place, and drags the weakly struggling Rogue in front of it. Buster smiles once more, as he throws both of Jack's legs onto his shoulders and hits a second lifting powerbomb, through the unfolded steel, twisting the chair and causing Rogue to writhe and spasm in agony*
*Buster chortles to himself a final time, then rolls out of the ring on the far side to thunderous boos and walks slowly backwards up the ramp, admiring his handiwork. The booing escalates yet further as the music hits of Rogue's recent rival, former friend Andersen Vega*
