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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 21:49:23 GMT -5
[/img] Fireworks. Music. You know what time it is?Samael Ahriman: …Live, from Dallas, Texas…this is Psycho Circus. A video package plays showing a bunch of hardcore matches in the WFWF’s history with the idea that tonight, all of these matches will top that.Samael Ahriman: Here with Alecia Matthews, I am Samael Ahriman and we want to welcome you to the show. This show tonight will not be for the faint of heart. Blood will be spilled. Bodies will be broken. Someone may die. Alecia Matthews: That is a little silly to say, Sam. Samael Ahriman: The main event is Phillip Schneider hosting and defending his championship inside of a Carnival of Horrors cage. How on earth do you expect someone to not die? Alecia Matthews: You make a valid argument. Samael Ahriman: But before that match, we have plenty to show. Devilkiller will be defending his WFWF National Championship against Andrew Carter in what should ve a very violent No DQ matchup. Alecia Matthews: Penny Shannon and Carter Contra will do battle within the Ultraviolent Playground. Samael Ahriman: Shawn Malakai and Tommy Staxx will face off in a match of Staxx’s choosing, a Barbed Wire Monsters Ball. Alecia Matthews: Bad blood will be spilt when Trace Demon steps into the ring and is tied to Yukio Blaze by a bullrope as he defends his International Championship. Samael Ahriman: And the main event has already been discussed. But to open the show, we start out with what should be the least gory match of the night. In theory, anyways. Joe Bishop versus Reckless in a best two out of three falls match. Let us get it on. As the camera hits, Reckless is already in the ring. The arena lights go dark as Joe Bishop appears at the top of the stage, ‘Hell March’ blasting around the arena. Bishop slowly walks down the ramp to a chorus of boos from the fans in attendance, a crazed look in his eyes as he slides into the ring. Flames shoot from all four ring posts as a twisted smile appears on the face of Bishop, who stares down Reckless across the ring.Opening bell. Joe Bishop and Reckless circle around the ring. Collar and elbow tie up and Reckless goes limp, trying to double over in pain but being held up by Joe Bishop. Bishop drops down, small packaging Reckless. Referee down for the count, 1.…2.…3![/b] Samael Ahriman: Now what the hell was that? Alecia Matthews: That was our first fall. Samael Ahriman: From what?? Joe Bishop gets back to his feet, the obligatory one minute between rounds. An instant replay shows that on the lock up, Bishop drove a knee into Reckless’ unprotected groin.Samael Ahriman: Ah, the old knee to the mommy daddy button.. That’s what sends Bishop up one fall to none immediately in this two out of three falls match.. Bell sounds one time and the second fall begins. Reckless is still on his hands and knees, puffing for air and trying to recover from the blatant low blow that cost him the first fall. Bishop approaches him, mounting him from behind and locking in a camel clutch. The hold is locked in, but not in the center of the ring. Reckless drops to his stomach and he only has to crawl about three inches with Bishop on his back before reaching the ropes. Referee starts a count, 1.…2.…3.…4.… Bishop jumps and slams his butt down on Reckless’ back before breaking the hold.Alecia Matthews: Risking disqualification there.. Samael Ahriman: Was it really a risk though? He’s up one fall. If he gets disqualified but can damage Reckless to the point the can’t continue, then all he has to do is pin him to win the third fall. Bishop grabs Reckless by the legs and drags him to the center of the ring, locking in a Boston Crab in the center of the ring. But he doesn’t get it completely locked in and Reckless is able to roll his hips, flipping Bishop off of him. Both men back to a vertical base. Bishop runs at Reckless. Hip toss. Bishop up. Hip toss again. Bishop up again and he’s body slammed! Reckless hits the short ropes. He comes back for a big elbow drop, but Bishop rolls out of the way and back to his feet. Standing moonsault from Bishop but he catches nothing but canvas because Reckless has rolled out of the way and back to his feet. Reckless with a senton, again, hitting nothing but canvas. Standing moonsault again from Bishop. Reckless puts his knees up this time. Bishop is on his feet, but stunned. Reckless scrambles up. Lung blower attempt from Reckless, but Bishop sand bags him and hooks the legs. And Reckless is now locked in a sharpshooter.Alecia Matthews: All the flip, flop, and fly.. And it ends in a submission hold. Samael Ahriman: The fundamental wrestling holds will do it every time. Reckless is struggling in the sharpshooter. He’s caught and he knows it and the ropes are a long way away. Reckless is in an extreme amount of pain as the hold wears down the already injured back. But he’s able to twist, pushing Bishop off and sending him out of the ropes and to the arena floor.[/color] Samael Ahriman: If you notice, every one of those submission holds is working the back. He’s found his body part and he’s locked in on it. Joe Bishop is regaining his bearings on the floor. Catching his breath. Reckless is slow back to his feet.. He sticks his head through the ropes and Bishop quickly grabs a chair and waffles Reckless, one swift three sixty motion. Referee calls for the bell. Joe Bishop has been disqualified in the second fall. But he doesn’t care. He rolls into the ring with the chair and drives it into Reckless’ back. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times! Reckless flips over to protect his back and Bishop stabs down with the chair into Reckless’ stomach! Referee protests the brutality and Bishop simply throws the chair away.[/color] Alecia Matthews: I was thinking we could go ONE MATCH tonight before the plunder got brought in.. I mean, that damn cage full of weapons is hanging over head, could these guys not wait ONE MATCH for weapons? Samael Ahriman: Not how it works. Bishop’s brutality has taken most of the minute between falls. Reluctantly, the referee calls for the bell to start the third fall.. and with no effort, Bishop makes a cover. Referee down for the count, 1.…2.…3.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Well that’s a crock! ‘Hell March’ hits over the P/A system as the bell sounds. Bishop is announced the winner in two straight falls.[/color] Samael Ahriman: Somehow, I don’t think this was the end between these two... We cut to the back where Scarlett Quinn is backstage, jumping around, preparing to warm up for her match. Strangely, she is not with Shannon. And from around the corner comes Shawn Malakai, strangely without Thunder.Shawn Malakai: Hey there. Scarlett Quinn: Hey. They let you out of the room for your match already? Shawn Malakai: Yep. You excited? Scarlett Quinn: A bit. You need something? Shawn Malakai: Yeah. Sit? Scarlett nods and pulls herself up one of the storage bins behind her. Malakai leans up against it.Shawn Malakai: Damn you are still short as hell. Scarlett Quinn: Shut up. Malakai smiles.Shawn Malakai: There has been something that has been on my mind. Scarlett Quinn: What is that? Shawn Malakai: Things have changed. A lot. Scarlett reaches up and noggies Malakai’s bald head.Scarlett Quinn: Tell me about it. Shawn Malakai: We have changed. Scarlett Quinn: Yeah. Shawn Malakai: No longer are you who you once were. You are no longer the little girl I helped raise. You are no longer the little girl that grew up idolizing me. You are no longer the little girl that grew up calling me uncle. Scarlett Quinn: Nope. Shawn Malakai: But I have changed too, Scarlett. No longer am I the gentle giant who helped raise you. No longer am I the man you idolized. No longer am I the man you called uncle. Scarlett Quinn: Nope. Shawn Malakai: We are…on an even playing field now. You have grown into a fabulous young person. And between you and me, I hope you knock them dead tonight dollface. Scarlett Quinn: Try not to let that psycho kill you before my match so you can see me raise my championship high? Shawn Malakai: Worry about me not. I will be watching your match from the back with Thunder with intense desire to see this new and improved young woman get what is rightfully hers. Much luck, Scarlett. Scarlett Quinn: Who needs luck when you have skill? Shawn Malakai: That is my girl. Malakai extends his good hand out to Scarlett and they fist bump, both of them smiling as Malakai walks away.[/center]
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 21:50:34 GMT -5
Back to the ring. The rapid-fire drums of "The Last Fight" by Bullet For My Valentine blast out across the arena, signaling the arrival of Andrew Carter as he steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage. [/color] Christa Adina: The following contest is a No Disqualification match, and is for the WFWF National Championship! Introducing the challenger - weighing 220 pounds, from The City of Angels - Andrew Carter! Carter throws his fists to the air as he makes his way down the ramp, breaking into a sprint for the final stretch. Hopping to the apron, he turns to face the crowd before stepping between the ropes, ascending each corner of the ring to put his fists up to all ends of the arena.
Carter calls for a microphone as his music fades out. He takes in the crowd's reception, before finally putting a hand up to ask for a moment to speak.[/color] Andrew Carter: In case anyone doesn't know who I am, my name is Andrew Carter. Psycho Circus is my night, because I win a title! The National Title! And when I win it, it's gonna be called the Carter Title! Carter pauses, taking in a light cheer as the crowd responds to his claims. He grins, raising the mic once more.[/color] Andrew Carter: Okay, not really, but I will get a name, so it will have some prestige. But the National Title is, right now, my TOP priority and then the International Title, and then... The World Heavyweight Title! Then I will buy out this place like Trace Demon did, and call it.... Carter stops, glancing out over the now silent crowd, anticipating what possible plans the youngster could possibly have for the future of the WFWF.[/color] Andrew Carter: Okay - in all seriousness, we all know none of that will happen. But one part of that will - me beating Devilkiller and taking that title away and keeping it even longer than Joe Bishop did and ever will. Devilkiller - come on! As if on cue, Carter's words are met with the dimming of the house lights and a show of green laser light accompanying the steady, riffed beat of "Honor" by Atreyu. As the music kicks into high gear, Devilkiller emerges, clad in his signature face paint, and begins energetically making his way down the ramp, greeting fans and slapping hands as he makes his way.[/color] Christa Adina: And his opponent - weighing in at 270 pounds, from Jersey City, New Jersey, he is the WFWF National Champion - Devilkiller! Upon his arrival at ringside, he backs into a barrier, allowing the crowd to smother him with adoration, before crossing the floor mat and doing the same on the opposite end. Breaking from the crowd, he jumps to the mat, entering the ring, and signals the crowd as he ascends the ring posts.[/color] Alecia Matthews: What a reaction for both these young competitors tonight. Samael Ahriman: And some strong, if not arrogant words from, err, apparently aspiring WFWF co-owner Andrew Carter. Alecia Matthews: Both men are in position, and the ref is calling for the bell - let's see if Carter doesn't eat those words. The two competitors begin quickly circling one another as the ring bell sounds, signaling the start of the match. Carter is first to test the waters, firing off sporadic shots at Devilkiller's skull as the two men continue to circle each other. After several well placed shots, Devilkiller's impatience gets the best of him, and he lunges forward, locking Carter in a tight grapple, tossing him to the mat, challenging him back to his feet.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Devilkiller seems more than ready to kick this one into high gear. Remember folks, in spite of a technical beginning thus far, there are no disqualifications in this match. This one could get ugly. Carter leaps back to his feet, bouncing off the ropes, and with a show of agility, dives into Devilkiller, toppling him with a flying clothesline. His opponent grounded, Carter lays in with a dropped elbow, hitting his target, before rising back to his feet to gloat to the crowd, trying to leverage some involvement from the crowd.[/color] Samael Ahriman: Carter may have the upper hand now, but he's going to need more than the crowd at his back if he wants to take home the National title here tonight. Capitalizing on Carter's opening, rather than returning to the fray, Devilkiller reaches out, dragging Carter to the mat and rolling him into a pin.
... 1 ...[/color] Alecia Matthews: Carter too quick for that one! It's going to take more than that to put away either one of these men. Carter gets the shoulder up quickly, tossing his opponent off, and rolling to the outside of the ring. Devilkiller climbs to his feet, never taking his eyes off his opponent as Carter circles the ringside area, plotting his next move. The men engage in a standoff, Carter beckoning Devilkiller out of the ring, challenging him to strike. Devilkiller rebutts the challenge, trying to lure Carter back into the ring, before suddenly lunging forward, elevating himself over the top rope in a suicide dive, toppling Carter as both men go crashing to the arena floor.[/color] Samael Ahriman: Devilkiller finally deciding to show up, here... Alecia Matthews: Look, maybe he's not as quick as you are to empty his load all at once, Ahriman. Samael Ahriman: That's cold, Matthews. With Carter agonizing over 270 pound of impact laying him out, Devilkiller climbs back to his feet, and immediately makes for the ring, tossing aside the apron and scouring beneath for some sort of ringside assistance.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Not as cold as Devilkiller's about to get here. What's he looking for? As if responding in turn, Devilkiller tosses two chairs to his side, dragging out a full length steel ladder, much to the crowd's delight. He hoists the ladder to its feet, looking to the crowd for approval, responding to their cheers by unfolding the climbing apparatus, steadying it just beyond the outside corner of the ring. Before climbing, he takes in the crowd once more, returning to the ring apron, procuring a wooden table, again to the audience's overwhelming delight. Leaving the table flat, he rests it at an angle against the barricade, then signals upward, and begins asceding the ladder.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Apparently, he's found it. Devilkiller is wasting no time in embracing the 'No Disqualification' aspect of this match and....holy sh*t, Carter was ready for it!!! Having lost sight of opponent, Devilkiller is more than a bit stunned when Carter is able to grab the opposite side of the ladder, flipping it upward with Devilkiller 3/4 of the way up the rungs, sending him crashing nearly 7 feet down to the arena floor. Capitalizing on the free ladder and a downed opponent, Carter quickly rebalances the ladder, quickly ascending the rungs, balancing himself atop the highest step, and diving off, landing atop his opponent with a perfectly executed frog splash.[/color] Samael Ahriman: Such a shame. Devilkiller could have had this one all tied up... Alecia Matthews: Carter's regained the upper hand. Carter sits up from the high risk, high impact move, shaking out the cob webs as Devilkiller writhes in pain from the one-two hit he just took on the floor. Carter slows to his feet, dragging Devilkiller to his. He guides Devilkiller around the ring, past the still unfolded ladder, and delivers another series of hooks to the head, letting Devilkiller come to a rest alongside the barricade. Carter turns his attention now to the table immediately to Devilkiller's left. He raises it off the barricade, and goes to work unfolding the legs. He points to the still writhing Devilkiller, then to the top of the ladder, before turning to flip the table up onto its legs. This moment was all he needed, however, to miss Devilkiller make a grasp for one of the steel chairs he'd procured from beneath the ring, and Carter winds up collapsed on his own table as he's cracked across the back of the skull with a desparate, last ditch chair shot.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Things were looking dangerous just now for Devilkiller, but now Andrew Carter finds himself in a rather susceptible position. Samael Ahriman: One of these men plans on getting the upper hand tonight, yes? With Carter slumped over the table, feet on the ground, his upper body rested across the wooden slate, Devilkiller returns to the ladder, making a slow ascent toward the top. He stops several times along the way, catching his breathe, and trying to regain his bearings. Finally reaching the top, he sits, rather than stands atop the top rung. He hesitates, observing some motion from Carter, who's still slow to the uptake, still partially collapsed on the table below. Finally, Devilkiller nods, raises his hands to the air, and leaps into a flying leg drop, tossing the ladder backward to the floor. The clanking is enough to alert Carter, who shys away to the floor at the last second, sending Devilkiller flying into the table waiting below, driving through it as the wood shatters, leaving both men collapsed on the arena floor, Carter having just dodged a major impact.[/color] Samael Ahriman: Well, that'll be that then. Someone drop Carter across the champion and we can all move on. Alecia Matthews: Can it, Ahriman. Devilkiller is broken in half, but neither one of these man can really claim 'the edge' right now. Carter, quicker to his feet, having not just plummeted through a wooden table, approaches the fallen champion, delivering a series of kicks, trying to swell the immeasurable pain Devilkiller is currently enduring. He turns Devilkiller over on to his stomach, driving an elbow into his lower spine, before lunging forward, hauling back on Devilkillers head, locking in a camel clutch.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Carter now trying to break Devilkiller's will! Samael Ahriman: Not to mention his neck. Alecia Matthews: That too... Devilkiller cries out in agony as Carter tightens the hold. Another haul on the skull of Devilkiller is enough start the champion writhing, looking for an out. He rises first to his knees, Carter still hanging on. He aimlessly tries a few backwar elbows, trying to shake the challenger, to no avail, but the energy from the crowd allows him to get one foot on the ground, then another.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Are you seeing this? Carter's still got that hold locked in, but the champ is nearly to his feet! Samael Ahriman: It's about damn time! Carter still clinging to his head, Devilkiller finally rises to a full stance, the challenger hanging on for dear life atop the champion's shoulders. Devilkiller uses his newfound leverage to hook on to Carter's head and legs, and using the momentum in his favor, swings Carter out of his hold, driving his head into a chair strewn on the floor, in a makeshift Devil's Coffin.[/color] Alecia Matthews: The Devil's Coffin! The Devil's Coffin! Devilkiller has done it! Say goodnight, Carter! Slumping across Carter, Devilkiller covers for the pin.
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... and Carter tosses the shoulder at the very breaking moment.[/color] Samael Ahriman: Hold that though, sister! Carter is still in this one! Alecia Matthews: Sister? Astonished at his opponents resiliency, Devilkiller drags Carter to his feet, and rolls him back inside the ring. Sliding in after him, Devilkiller hoists his opponent up, slamming him to the mat with a powerslam. He drops an elbow to the chest, before dragging him up for another drop. Laying a foot into Carter's midsection, he drives his already addled brain back into the mat with a perfectly placed DDT. Devilkiller moves in for the cover again...
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... and Carter kicks out once more. Agitated, Devilkiller drags Carter back to his feet, and sends him staggeringly flying into the ropes. Prepping for a devastating clothesline, he's instead met with a flying cross body. Carter uses his weight to drive Devilkiller to the mat, hooking the leg for a cover...
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... but Devilkiller isn't quite done yet, thrusting a shoulder out. Carter, with the upper hand, drives a series of dropped fists and elbows to the champion's skull, before dragging him to his feet, turning him around, and driving him right back to the mat with a running bulldog. He pulls the now fazed Devilkiller to his feet, dropping another series of boxing maneuvers, before heading for the corner as Devilkiller staggers in the ring.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Carter may be looking to end it here as he makes for that top turnbuckle. Samael Ahriman: He may as well - someone's got to. With Devilkiller still staggering in the ring, Carter leaps off the top turnbuckle, but is caught mid-air by an unexpected superkick delivered from Devilkiller, who mustered his wits enough to stop Carter in his tracks. Carter crumples to the mat, his head split open from the impact of Devilkiller's boot.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Carter had it, but now he's broken wide open! The tide could have just turned for this challenger Devilkiller breaks for the turnbuckle from which Carter just flew, and, ascending it in a single bound, flips into the air, landing The Devil's Final Flight with a devastating thud and a hook of the leg...
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... 3 !!![/color] Samael Ahriman: Well, then - isn't that something... Alecia Matthews: It's something, alright - Devilkiller just turned the tide and held onto the National Championship! Devilkiller comes to his knees, fists in the air as he's presented with the WFWF National Championship belt. He takes to all four corners, thrusting the belt into the air, soaking in the adoration of the crowd.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Devilkiller's star continues to rise, and...wait a second here... A sudden, deafening pop in the crowd draws the new champion's attention to the ramp, giving him ample time to dodge out of the ring, avoiding the path of the man charging toward the ring. Devilkiller indignantly demands answers from the ringside crew as he backs away, never taking his eyes off this new face in the ring - toned, bald, and seemingly dressed to compete, in plain, full length black gear, a striking silver 'V' running down either side of each leg.[/color] Alecia Matthews: Who the hell is this, now? Samael Ahriman: Well, I'll be damned - if my eyes don't deceive me, that's former World Championship contender Jason Vieira! Vieira circles the ring, glancing momentarily at the fallen contender, who, just barely concious of the situation, manages to roll out of the ring to safety. Devilkiller exchanges a series of inaudible words with the returning competitor, indignant at the interruption of his celebration, before Vieira holds up a hand to silence the crowd (and the champion).[/color] Jason Vieira: So, this is what has become of the WFWF? Now, my finger never quite left the pulse of this little sideshow, but my word, things have certainly gone from bad...to worse. Sure, you've managed to shed your dead weight - your Michael Kyzers, your Drakz, and your David Brennans, but look what you've left yourself in return - your World Champion, Obo the Hobo. A chief executive officer, who can't even maintain a controlling stake in his own industry - but maybe, why would he, when his midcard - his National Championship scene - looks like this? Devilkiller angrily shouts out, clapping his hand across the faceplate of his new belt, thrusting a finger toward himself, then back at Vieira, trying to drive him out of the ring.[/color] Jason Vieira: Settle down, Killer. No one is taking anything away from you tonight - well, not yet, at least. And I get that you've just pulled the big win of your career, over the....oh, I don't know, "incomparable" Andrew Carter...but is that really something you want to go boasting? You're supposed to be the face of the next wave, Killer. The future of the WFWF - and your big win, your big retention, is over Andrew Carter? You see, that belt that you're running your greasy little fingers over used to mean something. Before the days of never ending, mindless, weekly, meaningless title defenses, that belt signified the rising stars of this company, who would go on to one day be the face of this industry. Those days are clearly at an end - tell me, Killer - how do you think you'd fare, right here, right now, against, oh...Ray Smith? How about "The Man of The Hour" Josh? Can we get Trace Demon out here? Even the co-owner of this god-forsaken company has put more weight behind that title than either of you could. Samael Ahriman: Harsh words from the man who was once just a stone's throw from the top prize in this company... Jason Vieira: The simple fact is, this what you people, the paying fans, have sadly come to expect from a company that is spearheaded by a World Champion who is more than adept at driving skewers into his opponents skulls, yet has never even managed to capture this belt just contested here tonight. This belt is the foundation of this company, and I'm here tonight to let Devilkiller know, and Andrew Carter, and anyone else who thinks they're just going to waltz in here and strap that belt on without putting in just a small bit of effort that those days - the days of a meaningless, throwaway belt for temporary competitors, are at their end. Vieira tosses his mic out of the ring, smirking at Devilkiller as the champ makes his way back up the ramp, clutching his belt and shouting any number of expletives back toward the ring.[/color][/center]
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 21:52:26 GMT -5
We're now live outside the arena where the Ultraviolent Playground stands in the middle of the parking lot. Some of the audience members have gathered around the Ultraviolent Playground; a few drunks standing around, a large number of people taking pictures on their smart phones and an alarming amount of young children present for this ultraviolent encounter.
To the sound of Nintendocore, Carter Contra comes walking to the playground, circling around as he gazes at the construction. Just a few moments later, Penny Shannon comes rushing out to Bikini Kill's "Rebel Girl" and Carter Contra wastes no time in rushing over to Penny with shots across the face. Penny punches back and knocks him good with a solid elbow across the jaw, sending Carter stumbling down to the swing.
Penny comes charging at Carter, but Carter swing towards Penny with a hard semi-dropkick across the mid-section. Penny stumbles down to her knee as Carter Contra swing up, jumping on to the seat and holding on tight as he uses the brunt of the seat to smack Penny across the forehead with a sickening thud. Penny slumps down to ground and Carter Contra swings again- coming back, he turns himself over and takes to the air with a moonsault, crashing hard over a busted Penny Shannon. Carter covers her.
1... 2... Penny Shannon kicks out.Grabbing Penny by the hair, Carter sets her up in the vertical base and leads her towards the entry to the platform, but Penny pushes him off. Carter crashes hard against the opening as Penny has started to work her way through the monkey bars, climbing towards the platform and landing a vicious curb stomp across the back of Cater's head the moment she makes it over. Carter convulses, damn near going limp as Penny grabbed him by the arm and pulled his body the rest of the way up the platform. Penny covers him.
1... 2... Carter Contra kicks out! Following another quick stomp, Penny turns away and reaches out for a light-tube, but quickly, Carter Contra makes it to his feet, charges her forward and pushes her straight into the mesh of barbed wire covering the sides of the first platform. Penny screams as tries to pry herself off the barbed wire, but Carter Contra returns with a vicious dropkick, sending her deeper into the barbed wire. Quickly, Carter mercilessly rips Penny off the barbed wire and follows up with a standing 450 splash. Carter hooks the leg.
1.. 2... Penny Shannon kicks out! Growing a little frustrated now, Carter mounts Penny Shannon and pummels her with vicious shots across the head. Penny wiggles her legs around and hooks them around his shoulders and rolls over with a sitting sunset flip. Penny now with the pin-fall
1... 2... Carter Contra rolls off and comes rushing forward with a stiff kick across Penny's chest. The referee rushes on Penny to check on her as Carter takes a moment to wander around, taking a light-tube from the wall and rushing back to Penny who meets him with a low-blow. Carter drops the light-tube, Penny picks it up, and swings it against Carter's head, but Carter ducks the light-tube and follows with a spinning high-kick, but Penny ducks it, charges forward and breaks the light-tube over Carter's chest.
The look on Carter Contra's face says it all! He stands in complete disbelief that Penny comes forward and follows with a shoot kick across his chest. Penny follows with another and another until Carter Contra finds himself against the edge of the platform, right above the thumbtack ball-pit. Carter wobbles and as Penny comes for another kick, Carter expertly jumps into the air and pulls himself up to the second platform.
Penny follows after him, scaling up the sides where Carter intercepts, knocking her with stiff kicks across the side. Penny pushes him off and gingerly makes it to the second platform where Carter Contra meets her with more shoot kicks. Penny fights back with shoot kicks of her own. The two continued to exchange kicks until one kick too many forced them both to stumble away from each other. Giving themselves a moment to deal with the sting across their shins, Penny and Carter collide into each other again- Carter with a clothesline that Penny counters with a hurricanrana, but Carter catches her and goes for the hurricanrana, but Penny fights back. Carter now stumbles too closely to the ledge and with one final blow straight into Carter Contra's nose, Penny Shannon hooks herself over and nails the hurricanrana, sending the two of them crashing two stories down to the thumbtack ball-pit!!!!
The 'Awwwwwwwooooooooh!!!' from the crowd perfectly captured just how sick the spot is: Carter Contra crashed into the thumbtack ball pit, screaming in complete agony as Penny crashed over him, screaming herself as she landed, sinking Carter Contra deeper into the thumbtack ball pit.Carter's legs dangle upwards, shaking. Convulsing, Penny swims herself to the other-side, pushing herself off the thumbtack ball-pit. Slumping to the ground, Penny shakes as appropriately armored referees reach into the ball-pit to reel Carter Contra out.Referee: This match is over! Get him out of the ring. Penny stumbles back now to the Thumbtack Ball-pit and pushes away the referees. Officials scrambles in all directions as Penny jumps up, bounces off a referees shoulders and takes into the air one more time with her patented Liberty Cap, the jumping stomp to the back of Carter Contra's head, damn near killing him as he sinks into the thumbtack-ballpit.
Penny hops out of the thumbtack ball pit and shouts into the air, raising her hands. Bikini Kill's "Rebel Girl" playing once again. The camera zooms close on Penny who takes a fresh light-tube with a grin on her face.Penny Shannon: The world is mine! And just like that, Penny breaks the light-tube over the cameraman's head, who falls perfectly on his back. Penny holds up the shards as she continues to grin.Penny Shannon: The world is mine, you ing bungholes! Back in the ring, “Bad Influence” by Eminem resonates throughout the arena as Tommy Staxx makes his way out from behind the curtain, the crowd booing the man.Christa Adina: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Barbed Wire Monsters Ball. Introducing first from Yonkers, New York, he is Tommy Staxx. Samael Ahriman: Tommy Staxx has been quite the stand out since his debut in the WFWF. However he took a turn for the worst last show. Alecia Matthews: You can say that again Sam. He not only got on the absolute wrong side of Shawn Malakai, but he sided with The Decaying Society. I mean seriously…what the hell? Samael Ahriman: I know it sounds crazy but he had to have some motivation for all of this. What it is is beyond me but we will see what happens though. Tommy Staxx makes his way down to the ring and lightly touches the bottom rope of wire as he smirks, sliding in underneath it.Samael Ahriman: So barbed wire. Issue. Alecia Matthews: I have seen some violent matches here in the WFWF…but this match is one of the most violent I have ever seen. Phillip Schneider has become known as the master of the Barbed Wire match, but add in the fact that this match is contested under Monster Ball rules this has the potential to be incredibly sickening. ”Slip Out” by Beck begins to resonate throughout the arena as from behind the curtain comes Shawn Malakai. He stands on the stage for a moment, looking out into the crowd, a very mixed reaction for the one time top babyface. In his hands, a barbed wire baseball bat.Christa Adina: And the opponent from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is Shawn Malakai. Alecia Matthews: Well there is Mr. Suicidal. Samael Ahriman: How do you figure that? Alecia Matthews: He allowed his opponent, a member of the Decaying Society nonetheless to choose the match type in which the two of them would compete in here at Psycho Circus. He is asking to be killed. Samael Ahriman: Have you forgotten the No DQ match against ZMaster? The Bring Your Own Weapon Steel Cage match against ZMaster? The I Quit match against Thunder? The Taipei Deathmatch against Cameron Stone? Shawn Malakai has competed in some of the most violent matches the WFWF has ever held and won almost all of them might I say. I mean sure allowing your opponent to pick your match for you is kind of a disadvantage but Malakai is nothing if not adaptable. I imagine Tommy Staxx will have much more of a fight here than he ever would have imagined. In a hardcore matchup like this Shawn Malakai has the home field advantage man. Alecia Matthews: Home Field means nothing Sam. You should ask the Chicago Bulls about that. Somewhere, Mak Cross and Cam Nitta are slitting their wrists.
Back to Malakai though, he is slowly making his way down to the ring. Whatever his reason is, he is being very methodical. He gets to the steps and climbs them, breathing a big sigh and then steps over the wire rope, grimacing at the pain in his hands. He twirls the bat in his hands once he is settled though as the referee calls for the bell.Ding Ding DingSamael Ahriman: Let the madness begin ladies and gentlemen. Malakai starts off the match with a swing of the bat. Miss. He swings again at Staxx. Miss. He takes another swing. Miss. Staxx goes down to his knees and low blows Malakai, who is dropped to his own knees in severe pain.Alecia Matthews: Ouch. Staxx picks up the bat and cracks Malakai in the arm over and over again.Samael Ahriman: Ouch. Staxx swings one last time, hitting Malakai in the arm as hard as he can, but he is unable to pull it out. One of the blades is stuck deep into the arm of Malakai.Samael Ahriman: Look away everyone. Staxx gives Malakai a boot to the chest ad he goes down to his back, the wire ripping Malakai’s flesh front to back in his arm. Bloodshed.Alecia Matthews: I think I am going to be sick. Staxx stares at the bat and beats it off of the mat several times and twirls it, cocking back, waiting for Malakai to sit up. He does, Staxx swings and misses. Malakai to his feet, he kicks Staxx in the gut with a mule kick. He grabs Staxx’s arm, uses it to stick the bat into Staxx’s gullet, grabs behind Staxx’s neck and slams him down to the mat.Samael Ahriman: Oh f*ck. Malakai covers Staxx.… 1 … … 2 … … Staxx kicks out. Malakai smirks, pulling Staxx up and entering a tie up that he easily wins. Into the headlock goes Staxx, who is then turned over Malakai’s back and slammed into the mat. Malakai has his hand on Staxx’s throat and tries to choke him, smiling. He pulls Staxx up and chucks him into the corner, driving his shoulder into the gut of Tommy. Like a battering ram, Malakai drives his shoulder into him over and over and over, the edges of the wire on either side of the pads going into the sides of Staxx. Malakai takes Staxx’s arm and twists it around the top wire and pulls back, the wire digging into his arm. He smiles, stepping over the top rope and literally sitting on Staxx’s arm, putting even more force onto the arm into the wire. Staxx is screaming.Alecia Matthews: I think I am going to be sick. Malakai pulls off and drags Staxx away from the wire, only to use a drop toe hold on him to send Tommy’s face into the second wire. Tommy is stuck as Malakai backs away and charges, landing on the back of Staxx, Staxx’s throat going right into the wire incredibly hard. Malakai is worse for the wear also as ha has to catch onto the top rope with his arms so his face was not introduced to the wire. Both men are screaming in immense pain.Samael Ahriman: …hand me the waste basket. Alecia Matthews: I will after I am finished with it. Malakai falls ass backwards into the ring, Staxx tries to untangle himself from the barbed wire mess.
Malakai is on his feet and looks over at the outside and slides himself underneath the wire, it catching his back lightly.Alecia Matthews: What the hell is he up to? Malakai rummages through the bottom of the ring and pulls out a table covered in barbed wire.Samael Ahriman: Well now. Shawn sets the table up right next to the apron and carefully slides himself in on his back because his chest is still bleeding from catching the wire on the choker. He goes to Staxx and picks him up, Irish Whipping him to the side with the table. Staxx hits the wire violently, screaming in pain. Malakai twists his good arm around and preps for a 3 point stance clothesline. Malakai makes the charge but Stax comes to at the last second and back body drops Malakai over the top rope, sending the big man out of the ring and right through the barbed wire table.Alecia Matthews: Holy sh*t. Samael Ahriman: Mega backfire there on Malakai’s behalf. From behind the curtain bolts Thunder.Samael Ahriman: Calvary is here. Staxx had better watch it. Thunder reaches Malakai who is absolutely motionless. He drops to his knees and starts slapping Malakai’s face, trying to wake him up. He looks up at Staxx and has a look in his eyes. The bat has since fallen out of the ring and is now in sight of Thunder. He stands up and eyes it, the camera is now looking at it. Staxx has been made aware and his eyes are wide as a bushbabies.Samael Ahriman: Where is the video of that bushbaby opening its eyes to the THX song when you need it? Staxx practically dives out of the ring to get the bat as Thunder makes a break for it. Thunder grabs it first, pulls it back and causes Staxx to misstep and crash into the barricade. Thunder twirls the bat around and raises it up in the air. The fans go loco, the arena itself feels as if the roof is about to go off, Thunder raises the bat high again with both hands ready to strike.Samael Ahriman: Well, nice knowing you Tommy. As Thunder goes to swing down, Malakai grabs Thunders arm. Somehow he was able to pull himself up and get over to Thunder. He shakes his head and takes the bat from Thunder, only to crack Staxx in the face with it on his own. Malakai then picks up Staxx, uses what strength he has left to lift him above his head and literally chucks him into the top wire, Staxx getting caught and flailing like a fish.Alecia Matthews: Ugh… Malakai pulls himself up into the ring, cutting his hands in the process. He sucks on the corners of his palms, smiling. He yanks Staxx off of the wire and hoists him up hitting the back breaker throw away slam combination. A few moments later, Staxx rises and Malakai charges, blasting STaxx in the back of the head with the 19:15 and covers him.… 1 … … 2 … … 3 … The bell rings.Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Shawn Malakai. Samael Ahriman: Mercifully this match has come to an end. Alecia Matthews: Well, mercifully for Staxx. Malakai raises his good arm in victory, dropping to his knees and rolling out of the ring. Thunder is there to grab ahold of him and help him to stand.Alecia Matthews: Getting the hell out of dodge is probably a good idea. Before the rest of those freaks show up.
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 21:53:43 GMT -5
Samael Ahriman: So let us do a recap of what has happened so far this show. Bishop crushed Reckless. DK retained. Jason Vieira returned. Shannon murdered Carter Contra. Malakai defeated Staxx.
Alecia Matthews: Oh and this just in. Justin Tyme and Cameron Stone have both been hospitalized after they were attacked by a pack of wild bushbabies.
Samael Ahriman: Have you noticed a trend of wild animal attacks on our roster as of late Alecia?
Alecia Matthews: What ever do you mean, Sam?
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Texas Bullrope match for the WFWF International Championship! During this match the two competitors will be tied together at the wrist by a bullrope, and the only way to win is via pinfall. Introducing first…
The crowd explode as white flashes goes along to "LOVE....YOUR HATE....YOUR.... FAITH LOST....YOU....ARE NOW....ONE....OF US" from Miseria Cantare for about 30 seconds in the darkened arena. Fireworks blast across the stage left and ring as the lights come back on as The Days of the Phoenix starts playing and Yukio comes out to a roaring crowd. He looks to the crowd and nods his head he then walks down the ramp slapping hands in the process. Yukio gets to the ring after greeting his fans and walks up the stairs. He grabs a hold of the ropes and hops up into the ring, but lands on the middle turnbuckle rather than the mat. He points to the crowd and moves his hand all across the arena. Yukio hops back down takes off his t-shirt, throws it into the crowd and stands in the corner, staring up at the entrance way, focused entirely on the fact that finally he gets his chance to take out Trace Demon.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Flint, Michigan, weighing in at 230lbs and standing 6’0, he is Your Random Hero… Yukio… Blaze!
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon has put Yukio Blaze through hell for over a month now, he’s targeted his family and Yukio’s mind and now Blaze gets the chance to put it all right.
Samael Ahriman: It’s been a long time since Yukio Blaze has been at this low an ebb, but Trace Demon has beaten him every step of the way.
Alecia Matthews: But none of that matters Samael, not if Yukio can win this one.
Christa Adina: And his opponent…
As the opening chords of “Seizure of Power” hit the speakers the lights across the arena shut off one by one. They are replaced by six crimson spotlights, each one turning on a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the stage, combining and showing the first glimpse of the WFWF International Champion Trace Demon, down on one knee with his back to the crowd and a hoodie over his head. As the song builds to a fever pitch he suddenly rises, spins around and in one simultaneous motion pulls his hood down and throws his other hand up like a gun, mouthing “Boom” as pyrotechnics go off all around him, a spectacular light show igniting across the stage. As the pyrotechnics come to a close the lights in the arena turn back on, showing the crowd their first full look at the co-owner of the WFWF, and more importantly the current WFWF International Champion, Trace Demon.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, standing in at 6’3 and weighing 230lbs, he is the reigning and defending WFWF International Champion, the King of Demons… Trace… Demon!
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon has been absolutely relentless in his tearing down of Yukio Blaze this past month, claiming that he is the one reminder of his past that he has to get rid of.
Samael Ahriman: When Trace says he wants to get rid of you, you should probably worry.
Trace stands on the ramp and takes a look around at the crowd, completely unfazed at the amount of heat he is receiving from this sold out Texas crowd. He glances down at the WFWF International Championship around his waist and then begins making his way down the ramp, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him as they attempt to reach out and touch the King of Demons, instead focused solely on the ring and whatever sick and twisted goal he has in mind for tonight. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he removes his hoody and the WFWF International Championship, handing them both over to a stage hand before settling himself just outside the ring. In a single flawless motion he leaps up onto the apron and then enters the ring between the top and middle rope. He flashes a glare at Yukio Blaze and then ascends the nearest turnbuckle, looking out at the fans as they continue to hurl abuse his way. He leaps back down, settling in the corner opposite Yukio, while the official glances from one to the other, knowing full well that these two could explode at any moment.
Alecia Matthews: As was announced just moments ago this is a Texas Bullrope match, but in contract to rules elsewhere there will be no touching of the corner posts here, it’s a fight to the finish, pinfalls being the only way to win.
Samael Ahriman: And these two would have it no other way Alecia, they want to hurt each other until the other man doesn’t move, not touch some ring posts.
The official is handed the bullrope and signals for both men to stay in their corner, not wanting a huge brawl to ignite before this match even gets the opportunity to begin. He walks over to Trace Demon first, the King of Demons stoically holding out his wrist for the bullrope to be strapped on. The official straps the bullrope onto his wrist and then makes sure that it is firmly attached, not wanting there to be any chance of him getting free before the end of the match. With Trace firmly strapped in the official makes his way over to Yukio Blaze who is anxious to get this match going, demanding that the official hurry up and get the bullrope attached. The official does as demanded, strapping on the bullrope and checking that it’s firmly connected. Then, just as he’s signalling for the ring bell Trace Demon quickly yanks on the bullrope and charging forwards, catching the Random Hero with a cheap boot to the gut.
DING! DING! DING!
Alecia Matthews: And this match is underway… and a cheap shot from Trace Demon right at the start!
Samael Ahriman: Yukio should have been ready for that, nobody here expects Trace to fight fairly, I mean he’s never done so in the past.
The official is furious with Trace for striking early like that but with the bell rung there’s now little he can do, his only role is to count a pinfall. Yukio is doubled over from the boot to the gut, winded after being caught off guard like that. Trace grabs him by the side of the head and then drills him with a hard elbow smash to the skull, dropping Yukio down onto one knee, the Random Hero attempting to crawl away from Demon but not getting very far as Trace sends his boot right into the side of Blaze’s skull. The crowd are in uproar at this early attack but Trace Demon simply doesn’t care, he’s here for one reason and one reason only and that is to put Yukio Blaze down once and for all, four years’ worth of hate and torment bubbling up to the surface. As Blaze drops onto his hands and knees Trace moves over him, grabbing him by the jaw and pulling his head up before driving his elbow straight down into the forearm of the Unknown Factor and then letting him drop to the canvas, a hand moving up to his forehead in pain. As if you needed further proof that this is going to be a fight the King of Demons proceeds to drive his boot right into the back of Yukio, Blaze arching his back as his face contorts in pain.
Alecia Matthews: Well Trace Demon has definitely taking control early in this match thanks to that cheap shot, but the big question is whether he can keep this kind of aggression up.
Samael Ahriman: Oh I don’t think there’s any doubt that he can keep the aggression going, it’s whether he can keep control. Yukio Blaze isn’t known for rolling over and taking a beating.
Not usually, no, but right now Yukio Blaze is not looking particularly like his usually driven self. If anything he’s already lost that focus and need to kick some ass that he had just moments ago and it’s all thanks to the relentlessness of Trace Demon. The King of Demons hooks his hands around the head of Yukio Blaze and proceeds to lift him up onto his feet before pushing him back first against the turnbuckle, Trace grabbing hold of the top rope for balance and driving his boot right into the gut of the Random Hero. Yukio doesn’t get any opportunity to breathe though as Trace continues to drive his boot into the gut of Blaze over and over again, each other with more force and hate behind it as the last. After close to a dozen boots to the gut Trace turns his attention higher, the WFWF International Champion bringing his boot up to the throat of the Random Hero and beginning to push against the windpipe. Yukio Blaze claws at the boot as it pushes against his windpipe, choking Blaze out, taking all of the air that he has left in his lungs and stopping him from getting any fresh oxygen into his body.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is choking Yukio Blaze out right here, and unless Yukio can do something about it we could have a very short match on our hands.
Samael Ahriman: There’s nothing the referee can do, this is no disqualifications, Trace can break the rules to his hearts content.
Trace Demon continues to push against the throat of Yukio Blaze while the official can only attempt to convince him to release the illegal choke. A few moments pass and as the Random Hero begins to fade Trace releases the choke, letting Blaze drop down onto his knees, struggling to find the oxygen that has just been forced out of his body. Of course the moment these fans saw Trace release the choke they knew he had something else up his sleeve and he doesn’t disappoint, the King of Demons standing over Yukio and then grabbing hold of the bullrope that binds the two heated rivals together and proceeding to wrap it around the throat of Yukio Blaze from behind. Blaze instinctively goes to grab the bullrope that is now coiled around his throat but before he gets the chance Trace, holding it with both hands, begins to pull back on the bullrope in a sadistic display of brutality as he once again begins to choke the very life out of the Unknown Factor who has just been dominated so far in this contest. Yukio struggles against the bullrope as it digs into the flesh of his throat but Trace has leverage on his side and there is seemingly little that Blaze can do, except we’re talking about a man who has been in this environment before and who knows the kind of man that he’s dealing with. Yukio draws on all of his strength and then yanks forwards, dragging Trace over his body and sending the King of Demons to the canvas back first, forcing him to release the choke at the same time.
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze manages to get free and now he really has to go on the offensive before Trace recovers his ground.
Samael Ahriman: What you just saw ladies and gentlemen is how dangerous that bullrope can be, and we haven’t even gotten to the cowbell.
Alecia Matthews: Indeed Ahriman, this bullrope is as thick a rope as your likely to find and dangling in the middle of that is a stamped steel cowbell.
Samael Ahriman: And if you’re stupid, let me just assure you that that thing is going to hurt if it’s used as a weapon.
Yukio Blaze rubs at his throat, trying to catch his breath, a deep red mark visible against the skin where the bullrope dug right into him. Both men rise up onto their feet at almost the exact same minute but it is, once again, Trace Demon that throws the first strike, directing a right hand straight at the side of Blaze’s head. Much to the fans delight however Yukio manages to get his arm up to block the right hand and then connects with one of his own that connects flush with the jaw of the King of Demons. A second right hand from the Random Hero follows, then a third until Trace is backed up against the ring ropes, Yukio then grabbing Trace by the wrist and going for an Irish whip, sending Trace across the ring… but he’s yanked back as Yukio Blaze pulls on the bullrope, Trace Demon being taken off of his feet and hitting the canvas back first! The crowd cheer as it appears that their Random Hero has gotten his head right back in the game, utilising the length of the bullrope to his advantage. As Trace attempts to get up onto his feet Yukio Blaze storms in with a boot right into the jaw of the now kneeling International Champion, Yukio then grabbing hold of a stunned Demon by the hair and dragging him over to the corner, lifting Trace’s head up and planting it straight into the padding of the top turnbuckle.
Alecia Matthews: And Yukio Blaze is building up some momentum right here, I guess this match won’t be a walkover after all.
Samael Ahriman: I don’t think Yukio was ever going to let himself lose this match until he got his chance at ripping Trace apart, and you can’t really blame him.
Alecia Matthews: Well as we’ve mentioned time and time again Trace has run a systematic dismantling of Yukio Blaze’s mind, his relationship with his wife and even his physical wellbeing.
Samael Ahriman: Or in layman’s terms, Trace has really messed Yukio’s crap up the past couple of months.
The thirst for revenge is apparent in the eyes of Yukio Blaze as he turns Trace around and pushes him back first against the turnbuckle, the Unknown Factor ducking down low, grabbing hold of the middle ropes with both hands and then driving his shoulder right into the mid-section of the King of Demons, Trace wincing in pain. Yukio does it again, driving his shoulder right into the ribs of the International Champion, then again and finally for a fourth time, each shoulder drive causing more and more pain to the mid-section of Trace Demon. Blaze stands, backs up and then uses the bullrope to yank Trace Demon forwards, the Unknown Factor nailing him with a huge knife edge chop to the chest that hits with enough force to send the International Champion crashing down to the canvas back first. As the crowd get behind him Yukio drops down onto his knees, mounting Trace, grabbing him by the back of the head with his left and then driving his right hand straight into the forehead of Demon with a series of vicious punches.
Alecia Matthews: And now Yukio Blaze is just unloading on Trace Demon, weeks’ worth of rage and aggression just being let loose in that ring.
Samael Ahriman: I would not want to be Trace Demon right now.
Blaze continues to unload with right hands, showing no signs of stopping, until Trace manages to get his arm up, hooking it around the right arm of Blaze to stop the punches and then jerking his head forward, sending it slamming right into the forehead of the Random Hero, hitting him with a skull shaking head butt. The move is simple but it’s effective, knocking Blaze for a loop as he drops back onto his ass, giving the King of Demons the chance to recover from the vicious onslaught of offence that he has received in the past minute. Trace pulls himself up onto his feet and then delivers a boot right to the skull of the Unknown Factor, further disorientating him, if not full on knocking a few brain cells loose. Trace grabs hold of Blaze, grabbing him by the tights with one harm and the head by the other, dragging him up onto his feet and then charging full force at the turnbuckle and sending Yukio Blaze straight into the turnbuckle shoulder first! With Yukio half hanging out of the ring, his shoulder propped against the turnbuckle, Trace turns his back, bending and hooking his arms around the legs of the Random Hero. From there he carefully takes a step up onto the middle rope so that he’s balanced on them before leaning back over the top turnbuckle with a Boston crab on the turnbuckle!
Samael Ahriman: What in the hell is this?
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon has somehow found a way to lock in a Boston crab on the turnbuckle, and here I was thinking all of the turnbuckle variations had been found.
Samael Ahriman: Apparently not Alecia, trust Trace Demon to come up with the most innovative move we’re going to see tonight.
Yukio Blaze shouts out in pain as he feels his back contort in a way that the human body just wasn’t built for. In any other match this would be an immediate five count by the official because let’s face it, Yukio Blaze is as close to the ring ropes you can get without actually being inserted into them, but this is a no disqualifications match and the official can do nothing but watch, incredulous at the sight before him. Trace Demon, half sat on the top turnbuckle and half leaning back out of the ring, every single inch further he goes being another inch closer to Yukio Blaze’s spine just snapping in two. The crowd begin to roar out, attempting to rally their Random Hero, and it seems to work as Yukio attempts to find a way out of this. A few more seconds pass before he reaches out, grabbing hold of the bottom set of ring ropes just below him and then, using all of the strength he can gather in this awkward and painful position, begins to push back with his legs. Initially it doesn’t seem to work as Trace just leans further back, blocking him, but then Blaze gives it one final push and… yes, he manages it, Yukio Blaze stretching out his legs with such speed that Trace Demon is still gripping them, the King of Demons being flung straight off of the top turnbuckle, flipping over and crashing to the canvas back first.
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze finds a way out of that unorthodox Boston crab but the way his back was twisted you just know that the damage has been done.
Samael Ahriman: Well you don’t see people pull a Boston crab out on the turnbuckle everyday Alecia, actually, you never see it, but either way I’m betting it hurts like hell.
If the look on Yukio Blaze’s face as he pushes himself out of the corner is anything to go by then you’d have to believe that Samael Ahriman is right. Blaze ends up on his knees, leant against the turnbuckle, his hand clutching his back as pain continues to shoot up and down the spine that, for all we know, could very well be bent and misshapen right now. Yukio reaches up, grabbing hold of the top rope and pulling himself up onto his feet. However as he does so Trace Demon, having risen up onto his feet during Yukio’s struggle, charges right into the back of the Random Hero, crushing him against the turnbuckle. He pulls back, using the bullrope to pull Yukio Blaze towards the centre of the ring where Trace delivers a big kick right to the gut, and then drives an elbow into the side of Blaze’s skull. He grabs hold of the bullrope and then yanks on it, pulling Yukio in and going for a clothesline, only for the Random Hero to duck down underneath, leap up, backflip and drive his boot right into the back of Trace’s head with the Pele Kick!
Alecia Matthews: The Pele kick from Yukio Blaze and that might just change this entire match on its head.
Samael Ahriman: I see what you did there.
Alecia Matthews: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Alecia Matthews: You know, ‘on its head’, Trace got kicked on top of his head… oh forget it.
Trace Demon and Yukio Blaze both hit the mat, Trace looking completely out of it following the Pele kick and Yukio still cradling his back in pain, the kick having been a last ditch move made only out of desperation and the need for a breather. Still, it does the job, giving Blaze the time he needs to catch his breath and shake off the pain shooting through his back as best he can. He pushes himself back up onto his feet and then begins to pull up on the bullrope, dragging Trace Demon unceremoniously up onto his knees without the need to bend down and further strain the back. As Trace reaches his knees Yukio grabs a handful of his hair and then pulls him up onto his feet, the Random Hero grabbing the wrist and going for the Irish whip. He pulls it off but as Trace is sent away Yukio pulls back on the bullrope, swivelling Trace around and then yanking him straight towards the Unknown Factor who sidesteps, hooks his arm around the waist of the King of Demons, lifts him up and then drops him back first across his knee with a vicious sidewalk slam backbreaker, Trace dropping to the canvas and Yukio, more instinctual than planned, covering him and hooking the leg.
ONE!
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze with that backbreaker, and he’s going for the first pinfall of the match!
TWO!
Samael Ahriman: No way is that going to be enough to put away Trace Demon, he’s a grand slam winner for a reason.
KICK OUT!
An easy kick out by Trace Demon at the count of two, the backbreaker only being enough to stun him to keep him down for that long in the first place. Yukio Blaze doesn’t look frustrated, it’s pretty clear he wasn’t really expecting to win this one that easily, he’s been in the ring with Trace Demon before, he’s gone to war with him in this exact match type before, he knows what it’s going to take to put him down and keep him down. Yukio takes a moment to catch his breath and then rolls onto his hands and knees, hooking his hands around the head of Trace and slowly dragging him up onto his feet. Blaze drags Demon over towards the ring ropes and pushes him down between the top and middle rope so that the top half of his body is on the outside of the ring. Blaze then pulls Trace up so that his back is pressed against the outside of the top rope, the Random Hero wrapping the bullrope around Demon’s throat and then pressing his knee against his back while pulling back on the bullrope, returning the favour from earlier in the match and choking the International Champion with the bullrope. The crowd erupt into a cheer for the fan favourite, almost all of them wanting to see Trace Demon get what he deserves here tonight in Texas.
Alecia Matthews: And now it’s Yukio’s turn to use that bullrope as a weapon and just as we were expecting, neither of these men is shying away from getting a little violent.
Samael Ahriman: Well Trace Demon is on a ten match winning streak, the only way to beat him might be to choke him out until he’s unconscious.
Alecia Matthews: If that’s the only way to beat him then Yukio Blaze is certainly on his way.
Yukio Blaze continues to pull back on the bullrope that he has gripped firmly in his hands, pushing his knee into the back of Trace Demon to further dig the rope into the skin of the King of Demons. Trace is struggling, the air left in his body escaping as quickly as his chances of winning this match. His lungs burn, the blood begins to drain out of his face and his attempts at pulling the bullrope away from his throat become more and more pointless. And that’s when Yukio Blaze’s hate gets the better of him, the Random Hero getting close to Trace and beginning to shout abuse at him as he chokes him out, the King of Demons seizing the opportunity by sending his boot straight back into the knee of Blaze with enough force that it completely buckles out beneath him. Yukio drops down onto his knees, gripping his left knee in pain, and releasing the bullrope from his grip. With the position he’s in Trace falls forwards through the ropes, narrowly landing on the ring apron to avoid choking himself out over the ropes. With Blaze hurting on his knees Trace pulls himself up onto his feet via the top rope, breathing heavily as he does so, and then acts quickly, leaping up onto the top rope and then springboarding off with a leg drop, the 230lbs Trace Demon dropping down straight across the head and neck of Yukio Blaze!
Alecia Matthews: A springboard legdrop courtesy of Trace Demon and that’s what makes him so dangerous, that ability to turn the tide of a match on the drop of a dime.
Samael Ahriman: You never know what he’s going to pull out and Yukio made the rookie mistake of getting in too close.
Alecia Matthews: He’s got to try and keep his head in the match, not on his desire for revenge.
Samael Ahriman: No doubt, right there we saw him get caught up in the moment, kind of like Chris Brown but not a massive bunghole.
With Yukio Blaze down and, for the brief moment, out Trace Demon sits, leant against the bottom rope, and uses the opportunity to catch his breath. The opening exchanges of this match have already taken a lot out of both of these men and they show no signs of stopping any time soon, not as long as the other man still has fight left in him. Trace reaches up, using the top rope to pull himself up onto his feet and then hooking his hands around the head of the Unknown Factor, dragging him back up onto his feet. Yukio is far too groggy to fight back, having had the sense knocked out of him thanks to the legdrop, and Trace seeks to capitalise on that very fact, wrapping his arms around the left wrist of Blaze and then ducking down and underneath the arm, twisting the wrist with an arm ringer. Blaze immediately comes to his senses as he feels the shoulder, the very one that went into the turnbuckle earlier on, twist awkwardly. Clearly Trace, a known master of wearing down limbs in preparation for a big finish, has found his target as he lifts his arm up and then drives his shoulder right down into the back of the left shoulder, which just so happens to be the arm attached to the bullrope.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is going to work on the very arm that Yukio has the bullrope attached to and you just know he’s got some sinister plan in work right now.
Samael Ahriman: If he can take that arm out of action then Blaze is going to have a hard time of using that bullrope to do, well, just about anything.
Yukio Blaze staggers forwards, gripping his left shoulder as he does so, but Trace doesn’t give him much time to shake the pain off as he charges forwards, drops down low and then drives his forearm right into the back of the knee of the Random Hero with a stiff looking chop block that sends Blaze crashing to the canvas. Trace is on Blaze immediately, forcing him over onto his back, hooking his arm around the left arm of Yukio and then leaning back, pushing the already painful arm back as he does so, attempting to pop it straight out of the socket with this armbar. Yukio Blaze shouts out in pain as he feels his shoulder bend and contort, Trace Demon knowing exactly what movements to make to draw the most pain out of even a simple move like this. Blaze initially reaches out for the nearby bottom rope but then realizes that it’s not going to help him, there are no rope breaks in a match like this, there’s nothing the official can do if he reaches the rope, so instead he goes a different route, a far more animalistic but equally effective route. Your Random Hero reaches up with his right hand, feeling around until he grabs hold of Trace’s face and then digs his fingers right into the eye of the King of Demons. In any other match that would be a disqualification but right now the lack of rules benefits Blaze, the excruciating pain of having his eye almost popped by Yukio’s grubby finger easily being enough to force the release of the armbar and to give Yukio Blaze a moment of relief.
Alecia Matthews: An unorthodox manner to escape an armbar, but one that worked none the less.
Samael Ahriman: A good old thumb to the eye, you’d think with the amount of times we’ve seen that in professional wrestling people would start wearing goggles or something.
As Trace Demon holds his eye in pain Yukio Blaze rolls away, or as far away as he can with the bullrope constricting the two men together, in order to grip his shoulder in pain. Both men are clearly feeling the hurt right now but Yukio Blaze knows that the thumb to the eye isn’t going to keep the King of Demons down for long, if he’s going to get back on top of this match he has to do it quickly. Ignoring the pain shooting through his left shoulder and upper arm Yukio Blaze slowly pushes his way up onto his knees, grabbing hold of Trace by the hair with his good right hand, and pulls Trace up with him as he makes his way up onto his feet. Blaze throws a vicious looking uppercut right into the jaw of Trace that sends him staggering back, Blaze using the bullrope to yank Trace back as he pulls the groggy King of Demons down into a front facelock, ducking down, hooking the arm of the King of Demons and then grabbing hold of the tights for leverage. Blaze proceeds to show off his strength and his willingness to fight through the pain as he lifts Trace Demon up and, despite the pain shooting through his left shoulder, holds him up at the pinnacle of the suplex lift.
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze has Trace Demon up for a suplex, that shoulder has to be on fire right now.
Samael Ahriman: I don’t think Blaze cares, if he gets the chance to hurt Trace then you can bet he’ll go through hell and back again.
Yukio Blaze looks all set to drop Trace Demon clean down on top of his head with some kind of brainbuster, only Blaze gets a little too close to the ropes and Trace manages to reach out with his free arm, grabbing hold of the top rope and pulling on it, using the ring rope to pull himself back and clean out of Yukio’s grip, the King of Demons managing to land deftly on the ring apron. Blaze acts quickly, trying to grab at him, but Trace sidesteps, hooks his arm around the outstretched right arm of Blaze and then drops down into a sitting position on the ring apron, jerking Blaze’s arm down with force upon the top rope, continuing to work over that left shoulder of the Unknown Factor. Blaze turns his back as he grips his shoulder in pain but that’s the last thing he should have done, Trace Demon quickly rising back up onto his feet on the ring apron, grabbing hold of the bullrope and wrapping it around the throat of the Random Hero from behind! Initially it looks like we’re about to see another choke but Trace has another, more inventive idea in mind, pulling back on the bullrope and dragging Yukio Blaze backfirst over the top rope, the Unknown Factor flipping over and crashing to the floor in a violent heap!
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon using that bullrope to take this match to the outside, and Yukio might be hurt after that fall.
Samael Ahriman: He took a hard landing right there, but that’s what you get when you turn your back on a man like Trace Demon.
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 21:55:12 GMT -5
Yukio Blaze is writhing in pain on the outside, having landed awkwardly from the drop, while Trace Demon leans against the ropes on the apron, getting his chance to catch his breath after an eventful and fairly painful few minutes. He pulls on the bullrope, checking out how far back he can get with it, and then backs up across the apron, lining Blaze up and shouting at him to get up onto his feet, the King of Demons likely planning to connect with his signature Busaiku Knee Kick off of the ring apron. Trace impatiently signals for Blaze to get up onto his feet, the Random Hero slowly making his way up onto his feet but as he reaches his knees he suddenly spots Trace revving up and gets in there first, grabbing hold of the bullrope and yanking on it, pulling Trace Demon off of the ring apron and straight into a right hand to the gut, winding Trace and doubling him over. Yukio darts forwards, hooking his arm around the neck of Demon, turning him round and then planting him straight down on the padded floor with a vicious neckbreaker.
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze just outsmarted Trace Demon, I’m betting that’s a sentence Trace didn’t want to be hearing tonight.
Samael Ahriman: That’s why you can’t take those kind of risks in a match like this, your opponent makes one move with that rope and you’re ending up flat on your face.
He might not have landed on his face, but Trace certainly looks like the back of his head was bad enough following the neckbreaker, the King of Demons holding the back of his head as rolls onto his side, almost in the foetal position. Yukio sits up, shaking the cobwebs away following his own awkward collision with the floor, knowing full well that he can take control right here if he only gets his ass into gear and fights through the pain. Of course this is Yukio Blaze we’re talking about, and the Fallen Hero has no trouble fighting through the pain as he hooks his hands around the head of Demon and begins to drag him back on up to his feet. Grabbing him by the back of the head Blaze lifts Trace’s head up and then drives it straight down into the side of the ring apron, sending Trace stumbling backwards as Yukio Blaze suddenly leaps up, plants both of his feet right in the chest of Demon, nailing him with a dropkick that has such force behind it that it sends the International Champion flying backwards with speed, slamming back first into the security barricade.
Alecia Matthews: A big dropkick from Yukio Blaze, could this be the big turnaround that he needs?
Samael Ahriman: Knowing the way these two work, I think we’ve got a lot more to come.
Both men are down on the padded floor, but while Trace Demon is clutching his back Yukio Blaze is slowly pushing himself back up onto his feet, the crowd cheering their Random Hero loudly as he looks set to take control of this match. Blaze makes it up and then bends down, hooking his hands around the head of the King of Demons and dragging him slowly up onto his feet. Trace, too out of it to fight back, suddenly finds Yukio swivelling around, pressing one hand to his chest and the other at his stomach and then lifting the International Champion up with a weak looking gorilla press before dropping him down chest first across the security barricade! Trace is now laid out over the security barricade and Yukio looks to use this to his advantage, carefully pulling himself up onto the security barricade, the Unknown Factor balancing on the barricade as he looks down at the King of Demons. He shouts out the crowd in the front row to back up and then oblige, wanting to see what Blaze is about to do to Demon just that little bit more than they want to sit down. Blaze takes a deep breath, takes a step forward and leaps up, dropping his leg straight down across the skull of Trace Demon and sending both of them crashing down into the steel chairs of the front row.
Alecia Matthews: My god, Yukio Blaze just used his legs as a guillotine across that barricade!
Samael Ahriman: Now if only those fans get to keep those chairs, they’re a genuine part of the action now.
Both men are down in a heap, a mess of bodies and chairs on the wrong side of the security barricade. Moments pass with little movement, the official having no idea what to do at this point because quite frankly there’s nothing he can do. The seconds tick by as Yukio Blaze’s hand comes up to top of the security barricade, using that and one of the chairs to slowly pull himself back up onto his feet, though he needs to lean against the barricade to stop himself from falling right back down again after the kamikaze style offence. He slowly clambers over the top of the security barricade, placing himself back at ringside, before leaning back and hooking his hands around the head of his hated rival, beginning to pull him back up onto his feet. Trace has other plans though and he comes out of nowhere with a stiff looking uppercut that lands flush on the jaw of the Random Hero, sending him staggering back, before Trace grabs the bullrope and pulls on it with enough force to yank Yukio gut first into the security barricade, Blaze hitting with enough force that if he’d eaten recently he’d probably have just thrown it up everywhere. Trace then grabs one of the chairs that are meant to be for fans to sit on and puts it to another, more violent use, the King of Demons folding it up and swinging it into the left, already injured shoulder of the Unknown Factor. Steel slams into skin and bone and Yukio screams out in pain as he staggers back, drops to one knee and clutches the shoulder in extreme pain.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon putting that chair to good use as the momentum changes once again.
Samael Ahriman: The chair already had a use; a fan was sitting in the damn thing.
With Yukio Blaze down on his knees Trace Demon pulls himself up onto the security barricade, poised on the top, still holding the steel chair in his hand. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself, and then leaps off, tucking the chair under his outstretched arm as he comes down across the back of Yukio Blaze with a steel chair assisted elbow drop! The crowd go insane at this latest display of violence as these two men continue to tear each other apart, Yukio Blaze writing around in pain after having that steel chair slammed down on top of his back with such height and momentum that it’ll probably be one of the most spectacular things about tonight. Trace sits there, on the floor beside Yukio who is in absolute agony, the King of Demons just smirking that evil smirk of his as he catches his breath after an intense battle of wills and bodies. Slowly he begins to make his way up onto his feet, hooking his hands around the head of Yukio Blaze and dragging him up with him as he does so, the two men making it up with Trace seemingly in firm control. The King of Demons drags Yukio over towards the steel ring steps, obviously needing to make sure that they’re at a right distance considering the bullrope that binds them restricts movement considerably. Lining Blaze up with the ring steps Trace, gripping Yukio’s wrist, proceeds to Irish whip in such a way that Yukio flips over and slams into the ring steps, his injured left shoulder leading the collision.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is mercilessly working over that left shoulder, and if he incapacitates the very arm that has the bullrope wrapped around it I can’t see any way that Yukio can fight back.
Samael Ahriman: Trace is like a shark, he smells blood and he goes right after it.
Yukio Blaze clutches at the shoulder again, the relentless assault having really done a number on him. Trace darts in, putting the boots into the ribs and the injured shoulder of the Unknown Factor. With Yukio down Trace begins to walk back over to the chair, intending to do even more damage, only for Yukio to do the only thing that he can at this point, grabbing hold of the bullrope and pulling on it, leaving Trace short on being able to reach the chair. Trace attempts to tug on the bullrope, to give that extra bit of length he needs to grab hold of the chair, but it isn’t going to happen, not with Yukio on the floor. Trace, furious that the Random Hero has scuppered his violent plans, turns and heads straight back after Blaze but this is where the fan favourite strikes, driving his boot into the knee of the King of Demons who ends up falling forwards and slamming his jaw on the steel ring steps, dropping to the floor beside Yukio and clutching his jaw in pain. Quite frankly he’s lucky he didn’t lose a few teeth or bite off his tongue, though lucky probably isn’t the right word.
Alecia Matthews: And Trace eats the steel steps, all thanks to some quick thinking by Yukio Blaze.
Samael Ahriman: Quick thinking and Yukio Blaze don’t really go together Alecia. Luck on the other hand.
Both men are down, Yukio clutching his shoulder and Trace his jaw, but for this very moment Yukio Blaze is the man most aware of what’s going on. He pushes his way up onto his knees, making sure not to push down with his left shoulder at any point, and then uses the steel steps to slowly push himself back up onto his feet. The fans cheer for their Random Hero but he’s definitely seen better days though nobody expected anything different when this match was announced. Blaze makes his way over to Trace, bending down and wrapping the bullrope around the throat of Trace. The Unknown Factor begins to pull back on the bullrope, choking Trace but at the same time using it to slowly drag the King of Demons up onto his feet. As Demon makes it up Yukio pushes him away, swivelling him around with a quick tug of the bullrope and then driving his boot straight into the mid-section of the International Champion, Blaze taking firm control of the match. He grabs Trace by the back of the head with his good right arm and pulls him over towards the steel ring steps, lifting Trace’s head up and then driving it down on top of the steel steps, drawing an “ooh” from the fans as the co-owner of the WFWF bounces off of the steps and drops down, landing on his hands and knees.
Alecia Matthews: These two have already put each other through so much tonight and I still don’t think we’re anywhere near the end of this match.
Samael Ahriman: I’ve got a feeling we’ll need a mortician standing by, because I don’t think either of these men are going to give up unless they’re dead.
With Trace down on his hands and knees, seeing stars after skull met steel Yukio Blaze looks to find a way to potentially finish this match. He grabs hold of the steel steps and, despite the pain that it sends shooting through his shoulder, manages to separate the top half of the steel ring steps from the bottom. Blaze ends up dropping the steps as the effort causes him to cringe in pain, but he’s got some time, Trace Demon having only just started to try and find his footing. The King of Demons pushes his way up while Blaze use the strength that he’s got left to once again lift the steel ring steps up and then, as Trace Demon turns around, Blaze full on throws the steps at a point blank range straight into the skull of the International Champion, the steel slamming into Trace’s forehead and sending him falling backwards to the floor like a ragdoll. The impact of the steps has opened up a small cut on the forehead of Demon, a small stream of blood dripping down the side of his head to the floor.
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze draws first blood, literally.
Samael Ahriman: It was really only a matter of time when you put two men who hate each other as much as these two do.
Trace Demon isn’t just split open, but he’s damn well knocked out from the force of the collision with the steps. The only problem with this for Yukio is that you can’t get a pinfall outside of the ring in a Texas bullrope match, and with only one fully working arm Blaze is going to have a hard time lifting 230lbs of deadweight back into the ring. He intends to give it a damn good go though, the Random Hero dropping to his knees and attempting to lift Trace up from underneath the arm. It’s a difficult task, would probably be impossible for a lesser man, attempting to lift up an unconscious Trace Demon with only one working arm. Slowly Yukio begins to manage it, fighting through his own pain, knowing that beating Trace and taking the International Championship away from him, in the same way he tried to take Yukio’s family, is the only thing that matters tonight. The seconds tick by as the crowd urge Blaze on, wanting to see Trace beaten as much as he does, and then… he manages it, getting Trace onto his feet and pushing him against the ring apron, propping him up so that he can lift him into the ring. As Blaze ducks down to lift from the legs he finds himself blindsided as Trace sends his knee straight up into the jaw of Blaze.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon comes to at exactly the right time!
Samael Ahriman: It’s almost like that was a planned spot or something, but that couldn’t be the case, this is serious business.
Yukio Blaze is sent down to his knee, stunned by the knee, while Trace Demon looks around, still not entirely sure of what’s going on, the knee having been an instinctual strike out of desperation more than anything else. Still Trace sees Blaze kneeling in front of him and does the only thing that he can think of – he sends a boot straight into the face of the Random Hero and sends him back first to the floor. Blaze is on his back and Trace, shaking off the stars and rubbing away the blood that continues to drip from the cut in his forehead, is now standing menacingly over him. Yukio attempts to scramble onto his feet but he doesn’t get the chance; Trace diving on top of Blaze and slamming his fist straight into his face. A second blow follows, then a third, and then Trace just continues throwing these massive strikes straight at the skull of the Random Hero. At least one of the blows connects flush on the nose, blood beginning to stream down from it as it appears to be broken. Trace then rises off of Yukio, grabbing him around the head and dragging him up onto his feet as he does so before slamming the Unknown Factor head first into the announcers’ desk. Demon keeps his grip on Yukio’s head as he turns to the timekeepers section and charges, the ringside crew narrowly dodging as Trace throws Blaze straight into the security barricade behind them.
Alecia Matthews: This has just descended into a mugging, Trace is brutalising Yukio Blaze!
Samael Ahriman: At least he doesn’t have a pretty face to worry about.
Yukio Blaze writhes in pain on the floor, blood streaming from his possibly broken nose, while the King of Demons looks possessed, his eyes fixated and burning with anger and hate. He grabs the timekeepers chair and proceeds to fold it up before stepping over Yukio and sending the ridge of the chair slamming down into the injured shoulder of the Unknown Factor. The crowd are in full on uproar right now as Trace Demon continues to brutalise their Random Hero, the King of Demons sending the ridge of the chair straight down into the shoulder for a second time, drawing a loud, uncomfortable scream of pain out of Blaze. Yukio rolls onto his back, hoping to get away from Trace or at the very least protect the injured shoulder but all he gets is more pain as Trace lifts the chair up and then sends it down flat across the back of his long-time rival .
Trace, not satisfied with just beating on Blaze on the floor, grabs him by the head and drags him up onto his knees, pushing him against the side of the announce table as he screams at Yukio to get up. Trace, the chair in hand, takes a step back, the ringside crew still making sure to keep a safe distance because, whether he’s the boss or not, they know fully well that Trace Demon is liable to attack anyone that gets in his way at this point. Demon impatiently waits for Blaze to pull himself up and the Unknown Factor does, slowly, pain shooting throughout his entire body. His shoulder feels like it’s been torn apart, his spine is aching and there’s blood streaming out of his nose but he continues to fight upwards, though that probably isn’t the smartest thing to do right now. As Blaze reaches his feet and turns Trace charges forwards and swings the chair, looking to send it straight into the skull of Blaze but the Random Hero, possibly working just on the instinct that comes from experience, ducks down, hooks his arm underneath the legs of Trace and then sends him flipping overhead and landing back first on the announce table, monitors and all!
Alecia Matthews: I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to get this close to the action!
Samael Ahriman: Just feel lucky that this is one of those rare times when the people setting up made the table strong enough not to break under a man’s weight.
Trace Demon arches his back in pain after awkwardly landing on the monitors, while Yukio Blaze drops against the security barricade, propping himself up as he catches his breath after an intense battle of wills. The seconds tick by as Trace attempts to push himself off of the announce table. Yukio, in pain but refusing to give in, makes his way around the announce table going for the steel chair that Trace dropped. When he sees Demon beginning to push himself up into a sitting position he has an idea, Yukio grabbing hold of the cowbell in the centre of the bullrope and then, as Trace groggily sits up, slams the stained steel cowbell right into the forehead of the King of Demons! The crowd go crazy as Trace is sent straight back down onto his back, the cut on his forehead opening up further as more blood begins to drip onto the announcers table, the Maestro of Madness being well and truly knocked out. Yukio grabs hold of the steel chair with one arm and then walks over to the security barricade, shouting at Alecia and Samael to move. They don’t need to be told twice as the announce duo step away, Yukio Blaze using their chairs to step up onto the security barricade behind the announce table. With Trace still laid out Yukio follows Demon’s lead from earlier in the match, tucking the chair under his elbow and then… leaping off, hitting a steel chair-assisted elbow drop straight down on top of Trace Demon, the announce table imploding beneath them!
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze has just destroyed our announce table, but more importantly I think he may have destroyed Trace Demon in the process.
Samael Ahriman: It’s a good thing we kept these headsets on, otherwise people wouldn’t be able to hear my lovely voice.
A well-deserved “holy s**t” chant breaks out among the fans as Yukio Blaze and Trace Demon are both down amidst the shattered remnants of the announcers desk, neither men moving as the punishment they have taken throughout this hellacious match catches up with them. The moments tick by as neither men move, then Yukio Blaze begins to stir. He grips his back as he rolls onto his hands and knees, his head down, breathing heavily, the Random Hero feeling the effects of his kamikaze offence. Trace Demon remains down, unmoving, blood flowing from the cut in his forehead, he just got hit by a cowbell and elbow dropped through a table, he isn’t feeling too hot right now. Blaze grabs hold of one of the announcers chairs, slowly using it to push himself up onto his knees, and then up to his feet, the crowd bursting into cheers as the fan favourite makes it up, though it isn’t a particularly pretty sight, blood flowing from his nose and having died his beard red.
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze is up, but he needs to get Trace Demon back inside that ring if he wants to win this match.
Samael Ahriman: And that won’t be simple, because Trace is out of it, he isn’t going anywhere.
Indeed Trace Demon remains down on the floor as Yukio staggers over towards him, the Unknown Factor bending down slowly, hooking his one good arm around the head of Trace and attempting to pull him up onto his feet. It’s far from an easy task, the dead weight that is the King of Demons proving little help. Still Blaze pushes forwards, knows how close he is to winning this match but he can feel it slipping away with every second that he wastes on the outside. Eventually he manages it, lifts Trace up onto his feet and begins to drag him over towards the ring. He reaches it, ducking down, hooking his arm beneath the legs of Trace and slowly lifting him up onto the ring apron before rolling him back inside in the ring, Blaze actually looking somewhat surprised that he just managed that. Regardless the Random Hero pulls himself back into the ring under the bottom rope and weakly hooks the leg with his one good arm, going for the cover.
ONE!
Alecia Matthews: This could be it, Trace Demon is down and out!
TWO!
Samael Ahriman: Someone is going to end up fired after this one.
TH… KICK OUT!
But no! Trace Demon somehow shoots a shoulder up to keep this match going, even if he doesn’t look entirely sure how he did it, or even where he is. Blaze seems just as surprised, he came so close but it just wasn’t enough. Blaze sits up, breathing deeply, trying not to pass out there and then. He rolls over, grabbing hold of the ropes and slowly pulling himself up onto his knees. As he makes it up he falls into the turnbuckle, glances back to see Trace still down and out. He turns and begins to pull himself up the turnbuckle, facing Trace all the while to make sure that he isn’t about to get onto his feet. It seems like a safe bet that that isn’t going to happen because while the King of Demons may have kicked out, he’s still not got a clue where he is, he isn’t even moving. Blaze makes it up onto the top turnbuckle and then slowly stands, being careful to make sure that he doesn’t fall. The fans are going crazy, knowing full well that he’s setting up for the rarest of Yukio Blaze finishers – the 360 Shooting Star Press. And then he goes to jump and…
Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze is going up high but can he pull it off.
Samael Ahriman: The answer is no!
Trace Demon suddenly wakes up, having played possum for at least a few seconds, grabbing hold and pulling on the bullrope with enough force that it unsteadies Blaze and he loses his footing, falling and crotching himself on the top turnbuckle! Trace rolls onto his front, beginning to push himself back up onto his feet while Yukio Blaze remains crotched on the top turnbuckle. Demon slowly makes it up, the one side of the King of Demons face completely covered in blood at this point but that doesn’t matter because now he’s got control and he’s about to end this. He holds the cowbell in his hands and then swings it, slamming it straight into the side of Yukio’s skull, the entire crowd erupting into boos as their Random Hero appears to have been knocked clean out cold on the top turnbuckle. Trace, using this to his advantage, begins to climb up the top turnbuckle, holding onto Yukio for balance. As he reaches it up to the middle turnbuckle he carefully takes one more step up, the International Champion now stood on the top ropes precariously in front of Yukio. He double underhooks the arms of the Unknown Factor and then, in one of the craziest displays of the night, lifts him up, leaps backwards and flips Blaze in the air in the process, driving him down onto the canvas with a top rope Demonstration of Hell! The entire crowd are flipping out as Trace slowly pulls himself on top of blaze, the official sliding in for the count.
ONE!
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon just sent him plummeting down right off of the top rope!
TWO!
Samael Ahriman: That… was… insane!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: And your winner, and still the WFWF International Champion… Trace… Demon!
The official signals for the bell after one of the most brutal matches in either of these men’s careers. Yukio is down, he’s out, he’s not moving at all after that devastating Demonstration of Hell from the top rope. Trace has rolled onto his back, blood covering his face, struggling to get to his feet. He tells the official to get the bullrope off of him and the referee quickly obliges, untying the end of the bullrope that connects him to Yukio, freeing him from its constraints. Trace slowly begins to pull himself up onto his feet, needing the ring ropes to manage it, while the official focuses on getting the bullrope off of Blaze. As he’s doing that a stagehand quickly rushes the International Championship over to Trace Demon, handing it to him through the ropes. Trace, leaning against the ropes, looks down at the title while the crowd continue to boo him, disappointed that their Random Hero came up short here tonight.
Alecia Matthews: A massive win for Trace Demon here tonight, he’s finally vanquished the so called ‘ghost of his past’.
Samael Ahriman: And what a bloody way to do it as well, we just witnessed a war.
As the official releases the bullrope from the wrist of the unconscious Yukio Blaze Trace staggers over, pushing him out of the way. He looks down at Yukio, bending and hooking his arms around the head of the Unknown Factor. He slowly lifts Blaze up onto his feet, the crowd booing all the time, and as he manages to get the mostly unconscious Yukio up onto his feet he pushes him against the ropes to prop him up. Trace stares at him, Blaze possibly staring back though it’s hard to tell through his glazed eyes. Trace looks around at the crowd and then points at Yukio, the crowd erupting into a cheer as they show their appreciation for their Random Hero. Trace nods, seemingly starting to understand what they see in him. He goes to turn away, then suddenly swivels and slams the International Championship right into the side of Yukio Blaze’s skull!
Alecia Matthews: Well this is a great dis… what the hell Trace, the match is over!
Samael Ahriman: He said he was going to end Yukio Blaze’s career, I guess he still intends to do exactly that.
Yukio Blaze falls to the canvas unconscious from the blow by the title belt. Trace bends down, grabbing hold of the bullrope and pushing the official away when he attempts to stop him from doing whatever sick idea has popped into his head this time. Trace takes hold of the cowbell and then drops down onto his knees over Yukio before lifting the cowbell up and slamming it down straight into the forehead of the Unknown Factor. The fans boo, the official is shocked and even the announcers can’t believe what they’re seeing, because what Trace is doing is beyond the realms of wrestling, it’s a damn assault, it’s something that he deserves to be locked up for. He holds the cowbell up again and slams it down into the face of Blaze, who now has a serious cut above his eye that is gushing blood. Again and again Trace lifts the cowbell up and slams it into the forehead of the Random Hero, the crowd having stopped booing, they’ve gone completely silent. After at least half a dozen blows with the cowbell Trace throws it to the mat and begins slamming his fist into the bruised and battered face of Yukio Blaze, screaming abuse at him with every single blow.
Alecia Matthews: This is just sick; I don’t know how much more I can watch.
Samael Ahriman: Trace Demon has lost his mind, he’s gone off the deep end, we all knew that this was going to be bloody but my god I didn’t expect this.
Eventually the assault comes to a stop, Trace Demon falling back, sitting on the canvas, looking down at his blood soaked hands. Yukio’s face is a bloody mess, you can’t even see the bruised and battered flesh beneath the blood that covers it. Trace slowly pulls himself up onto his feet, falling into the corner, looking almost shocked at what he’s just done and then… then he just grins, this sadistic and evil grin that could never belong to a sane person. He signals up to the roof of the arena, confusing the fans who think he’s looking at the cage for tonight’s main event but then all of them quickly realizing otherwise because from the roof something lowers, something that just doesn’t belong near a wrestling ring.
A meat hook.
Alecia Matthews: What is Trace Demon planning now? What else could he possibly want to do to a defenceless Yukio Blaze?
Samael Ahriman: That’s not a question you want answered Alecia.
As the hook continues to lower down Trace Demon grabs the bullrope and, despite the protests of the official and half a dozen other members of the ringside crew, none of whom are willing to step into the ring to try and stop him, begins to tie it tightly around the ankles of Yukio Blaze. Trace finishes tying it and then begins to tie the other end of the bullrope around the hook. If you have to give one compliment it’s that Trace Demon can certainly tie a knot. With both ends of the bullrope firmly fastened Trace signals again to whoever is operating the hook and it begins to rise, dragging an unconscious, bloodied and battered Yukio Blaze with it. Within moments Yukio’s carcass lifts off of the canvas, his blood dripping down onto the mat while the hook just keeps on rising. It keeps going up until it comes to a halt with Yukio’s broken body dangling above the ring, the entire crowd absolutely sickened by what they are seeing. Trace walks towards the centre of the ring, looking up at Yukio Blaze and then, in some kind of symbolic gesture, lays the International Championship down beneath the dangling body of Blaze, his blood just dripping down onto it.
Alecia Matthews: We need some serious medical help for Yukio Blaze out here right now, we need to get him to a hospital.
Samael Ahriman: Good luck getting anyone in that ring near Trace Demon.
As Yukio’s blood drips down onto Trace’s International Championship belt the King of Demons signals to a camera man, telling him to get into the ring and get a good look at it. The cameraman at first denies but then Trace screams at him to get into the ring and, obviously having seen what has just happened to Blaze, he obliges. The cameraman enters, getting a close up shot of the gruesome image we see in front of us – Yukio Blaze, his face battered, bruised and covered in blood, hanging above the ring, his feet connected to a meat hook by the bullrope that just moments ago connected him to Trace. His blood drips down onto the International Champion and then there’s Trace, who signals for the cameraman to get even closer, the King of Demons looking into the camera and saying one thing, just one bone chilling sentence.
Trace Demon: Say goodbye to your daddy Greyson, this Demon just killed him.
And on those chilling words, and the sight of Trace Demon holding his arms out as a symbol of victory, we take one final look at the blood soaked Yukio Blaze, hanging high above the ring before we mercifully fade out.
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 21:57:58 GMT -5
…only to fade into an ominous drum beat beginning to play through the arena.. The cage starts lowering for the main event.
Alecia Matthews: Samael, we’ve seen a lot tonight.. But as the cage lowers and our main event structure is prepared.. Let’s get ourselves prepared.. Main event time ahead.. Four wrestlers will enter that devilish cage, and only one will emerge the champion.
Samael Ahriman: Three challengers tonight and it’s one fall to a finish, meaning there are no alliances, there are no allegiances, it’s every man, or woman, for themselves.
Alecia Matthews: While we’ve got a moment while they set up the cage.. I’ve been told by our producer that we have a special music video.. Produced by one Pierce Deville.. Hyping this main event match up..
Samael Ahriman: We’re really going to air something The Deville did on our TV show?
Alecia Matthews: Yes.
Samael Ahriman: Did he have the rights to the music? I wouldn’t want to see him accused of plagiarizing the music or anything..
Alecia Matthews: Cue it Dan.
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes… [/b] (The face of Phillip Schneider appears on the screen, a maniacal smile behind a crimson mask. Strands of barbed wire hang in the background..) Hate in my heart, love in my mind (Scene quickly switches to Schneider grabbing Meg and German Suplexing her into the ring steps) I seen nights full of pain, days of the same (A scene from the ladder match, Schneider is pitched off the ladder backwards by Hutton Brown, through a pane of glass) You keep the sunshine, save me the rain (And then the victory move from the no rope barbed wire match, a Beverly Kills 90210 to Michael Kyzer through cement blocks) And I search but never find, hurt but never cry (Schneider sits on the mat, thumbtacks laden through the palms of his hands) I work and forever try but I'm cursed, so never mind (Schneider is inches away from pulling down the WFWF National championship from above the ring.. But he’s pushed off.. And Hutton Brown retrieves the title) And it's worse but better times seem further and beyond (Schneider walks down the ramp, a creepy smile on his face) The top gets higher the more that I climb (Schneider has Hutton on the top rope.. Beverly Kills 90210, off the top, through chairs, a pane of glass, and a ringside barricade.. A crippling move in the literal sense of the word) The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger (A poster shows, for Psycho Circus.. Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, Scarlett Quinn, and Phillip Schneider all sharing the screen) Try to get in where I fit in, no room for a n*gga (Schneider throws a vicious spinning back elbow to an unidentifiable opponent) But soon for a n*gga it be on, motherf*cker.. Cause all this bullcrap just make me strong, mothef*cker (Mak Cross gets the skewers away from Schneider and stabs the whole handful of skewers into Schneider’s scalp.) So I pick the world up.. And I'ma drop it on your f*ckin' head (Schneider scoops Raider up and drives him into a debris laden mat with the Beverly Kills 90210) Yeah, b*tch, I'ma pick the world up, And I'ma drop it on your f*ckin' head (Cut to a similar scene, this time Michael Kyzer dropping to the Beverly Kills 90210) Yeah, and I could die now, rebirth, motherf*cker (And Trace Demon is the next to bite it, Schneider’s hair much shorter, this match from right after Schneider’s return) Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherf*cker…. (A poster is shown, Schneider, The Deville, EBR, & Thunder) I'm gone, motherf*cker, I'm gone..[/b] (Replaced by the exact same picture.. With Yukio Blaze’s face sloppily replacing Schneider and The Deville’s.) I know what they don't wanna tell you.. (Mak Cross makes his entrance towards the ring, looking determined) Just hope you're heaven-sent and you're hell-proof.. (Mak drives Schneider into the mat with a piledriver, then lifts Schneider, driving him down a second time before releasing.) I, I'll walk up in the world and cut the lights off (Mak Cross and and Cam Nitta in the cage fighting off The Decaying Society.. And the lights go black) And confidence is the stain they can't wipe off (Cut to Cross pinning Cam in the cage, cutting everything in between out) My word is my pride, But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise (Mak Cross loops the chain twice, suffocating the unsuspecting Ace Bennett) Served to survive, murdered and bribed, And when it got too heavy, I put my burdens aside (Mak picks Ace up and slaps him hard in the face..) So I pick the world up, And I'ma drop it on your f*ckin' head (The clip plays through, Mak picks Ace up and drops him with a Cross-Out on the chair!) Yeah, b*tch, I'ma pick the world up, And I'ma drop it on your fu*ckin' head (And Mak does the same, this time without a chair and Cam Nitta being the recipient) Yeah, and I could die now, rebirth, motherf*cker (A zoom in on Mak’s face, looking stoic) Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherf*ker (Which cuts to a lariat from Mak to Cam) I'm gone, motherf*cker, I'm gone.. (And Mak running the ropes in the cage, spearing Cam all the way to the canvas) It hurts but I never show, this pain you'll never know.. (An old WFWF clip is shown, Phillip Schneider bludgeoning Wayne McGurk) If only you could see just how lonely and how cold (Pan out from the clip.. It’s playing on a TV, and Scarlett Quinn is watching the TV, head head in her hands) And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall.. (Cam Nitta is shown throwing a running super kick to someone who can’t be identified) When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream fuck 'em all (Cam and Scarlett both go sailing over the top rope, a double elimination from the battle royal) Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in (New Kylie brushes the hair out of Scarlett’s eyes.. Scarlett is starting to come to. New Kylie kisses her.) This roof is cavin' in (Cam jumps and throws his legs around Mak Cross’ head, throwing him to the mat with a hurricanrana.) Uh, it's time to raise it, then.. Your tasin' them with like pages in[/b] (Penny reaches into her pocket. She pulls out pepperspray. As The Deville tries to mount her for an attack or possibly something worse, Penny peppersprays him) My book of rhymes got 'em cookin', Boy, this crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook[/b] (Mak lines up for a super kick, stepping forward into it, but Cam catches him at the waist, dead lifting him and slamming him into the mat with a spine buster.) And scared to look in my eyes, I stole that f*ckin' clock, I took the time and..[/b] (New Kylie pushes Scarlett. Joe catches her.. And Scarlett immediately throws a backwards kick to the balls!) I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up, and butt fucked this game up[/b] (Cam pulls Mak Cross up and slams his head into the fence. He’s grinding Mak’s face into the steel mesh.) Better be careful when you bring my name up (Another scene is shown of WFWF past, this time over Scarlett’s shoulder as she watches Schneider put his hands on her mother) F*ck this fame, that ain't what.. I came to claim but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it (Scarlett dives through the air, wiping someone out on the floor) But I swear one way or another, I'ma make these f*ckin' haters believe that (Penny Shannon gets to her feet and counters Cam’s hold into a wristlock, but she pushes him away and suddenly goes to Cam’s corner and punches Mak as hard as she can, sending him off the apron.) I swear to God, won't spare the rod.. (Shannon moves back to her corner as Mak moves towards them but then suddenly Mak moves towards Cam and takes him out with a Superkick, to the surprise of everyone.) I'm a man of my word so your f*ckin' heads better nod (Mak Cross and Cam Nitta are arguing on the outside, both Quinn and Shannon deliver stereo Suicide Dives to the men) Or I'ma f*ck around in this bitch and roast everybody (Schneider drops into the cage from above.. Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie (And a quick cut later, both Mak Cross and Cam Nitta are laid out) Permanently, b*tch, it's beddy bye. This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die (And the graphic scene, Phillip Schneider stabbing Mak Cross in the crotch with a needle) My head is swolle', my confidence is up. This stage is my pedestal, I'm unstoppable, incredible (Schneider throws Michael Kyzer into an inferno, flaming blocks from It’s Super Effective) Hope you're trapped in my medicine ball. I could run circles around you so fast Your f*ckin' head'll spin, dog (And Schneider drills his student Alexis Chavente in the corner with a brutal Legitimate Japanese Businessman Kick) I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll f*ckin' (And Schneider shoves Kyzer backwards into the barbed wire ropes, ripping the flesh on his back) So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your f*ckin' head (Up goes Hutton Brown, and down goes Hutton Brown to a Schneider Beverly Kills 90210) Yeah, b*tch, I'ma pick the world up, and I'ma drop it on your f*ckin' head (Johnny Knight is the next to go for the ride, driven down brutally on his head from Schneider) Yeah, and I could die now, rebirth, motherf*cker (And Trace Demon takes a sickening Legitimate Japanese Businessman Kick) Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherf*cker[/b] (And David Brennan, the same brutal kick, from the first tangle between Schneider and Brennan) I'm gone, motherf*cker, I'm gone..[/b] (Schneider sits in the middle of the ring, bloodied head to toe, carnage all around him.. Cuddling the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship) As the music video ends, we cut back to the arena. The cage is set in place, weapons hanging from the roof and scaffolds lining the inside of the structure. A faded red and white circus top roof houses the entire structure.. And Christa Adina stands nervously in the middle with a microphone in hand. The lights in the arena fall as speckles of pink, purple and baby blue dash across the arena. There are a few who rise to their feet and start chanting, but with the exception of this one guy, the rest of the chants come from all the different girls scattered across the arena.
And then a beat starts to jangle...
"... You gotta keep 'em separated!"[/b] With that, Offspring's "Come Out & Play" kicks in with Scarlett Quinn pushing her way past the entrance curtain out to the arena. Scarlett keeps herself where she is and takes a step back, looking out at the thousands of fans in attendance tonight. Christa Adina: Making HER way towards the ring, from Montreal, Arizona, weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is the first second generation WFWF superstar to main event a Pay Per View. Her father, a former WFWF Heavyweight champion in his own right.. Scarlett QUINN! Scarlett begins the walk down the ramp, her eyes glued upwards, almost taken back by the sight of the Carnival of Horrors itself. She makes her way ringside and spares no time getting into the ring; hoping over the ropes with a skip in her step.Samael Ahriman: She had a long look at the cage and it almost seemed she was spooked a bit.. Alecia Matthews: She’s a survivor. She knew what she was getting into.. Scarlett makes her way to the corner and waits there, sitting down injun style; her eyes switching between the weapons around her and her opponents."Oh, there's never enough cool for everyone
And before you know it you're selling out"
The acapella lyrics of Claudio Sanchez before the song's opening guitar riffs are heard as a special edit of Coheed and Cambria's "The Hard Sell" is played. An extended riff continues before Claudio continues singing, and just as he does, Mak comes out to cheers.[/color] Christa Adina: Making his way towards the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds.. He enters this match with a fifteen and seven overall WFWF record.. Mak Cross! He stands still on top of the entranceway before continuing down the ramp as the chorus is first sung. He isn't focused on the crowd; he's simply eying the ominous structure. When he finally makes his way down the ramp to ringside, he begins to walk around the ring, keeping a hand on the cage the entire time, as if he's caressing the cage in his own special way.Alecia Matthews: Is he.. Petting the cage? Samael Ahriman: And here I thought Schneider was supposed to be the creepy one.. As he completes the circuit, he makes his way into the ring. Suddenly, he begins to climb one of the inner walls of the cage, stopping just short to turn towards the ring, hanging with one arm away from the cage, surveying his current setting. Soon afterward, he climbs back down, and takes his place in one of the corners, now having crouched down, focusing only at the stage.As the initial riffs of Dark Fangire conclude in the arena, Cam Nitta emerges from the back, unusually solemn. He is clad in a black trench coat. His eyes never leave the ring, the cage. The fans have joined in, stomping and clapping with the music.[/b] Christa Adina: Making his way to the ring.. He enters this match as a former WFWF National Champion.. From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty five pounds, Cam NITTA! Nitta walks down, not like his usual happy self, but rather slowly, quietly, down the ramp. He gets inside the ring, the same expression he walked in with never leaving his face.Alecia Matthews: Cam’s all business here tonight.. Samael Ahriman: Am I the only one now becoming painfully aware that we should’ve had this event in Chicago? Three participants already in the ring.. Two are from Chicago.. And we are awaiting the entrance of the Heavyweight Champion of the World, also residing from Chicago, Illinois. With three participants already in the cage, the lights dim. The haunting voice of Tim Skold echos through the arena. “It’s All or Nothing…” A violin starts to play… a bit of piano mixed in.. Dramatic music. “It’s all or nothing” echos through the arena once more.. The intro continues.. Becoming more and more dramatic.. As the main part of the song begins, it’s clear this is “All or Nothing” by Skold vs. KMFDM.. And the fans await the entrance of the Heavyweight Champion of the World.Christa Adina: Soon to be making his way to the ring, to be accompanied to the ring by Tommy Staxx, Pierce Deville, New Kylie, Hutton Brown, and Joe.. Collectively known as “The Decaying Society”.. He enters this match as the longest reigning WFWF World Heavyweight Champion in history, having reigned as the champion since March 12 2012.. He is a former WFWF Tag Team champion, three times.. A former WFWF International champion, two times, he is on his second reign of the championship at stake tonight.. The WFWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!! With Adina’s introduction well under way, the parade begins towards the ring. Joe the intellectually- disabled person first… Then “Hutton Brown” who for the Pay Per View, has invested in a light up sign which through the darkness is very clear and says “I am Hutton Brown”. Despite the added effort in theatrics, he couldn’t invest more time in a more creative sign.. The next out is Pierce Deville, the old style WFWF Tag Team championship slung over his shoulder.. Then New Kylie.. The group line the entrance way..[/color] Christina Adina: From Chicago, Illinois.. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is a two time WFWF Hall of Famer.. He is Your Heretic Hero, The King of Gore, The Prophet of Ash, The Rated X Superstar.. And he is the reigning and defending WFWF Heavyweight champion of the World… Phillip SCHNEIDER! Schneider finally makes his way through the curtain. He’s all business, no t-shirts, no hoodies, no hockey mask.. He’s in MMA style shorts that have been decorated and custom made especially for the occasion, a cage design over white shorts with animated drawings of mangled corpses of Scarlett Quinn, Mak Cross, and Cam Nitta, a cartoon Schneider standing strong.. He’s taped up his hands completely with tape reaching near the elbow, then more tape underneath his elbow pads. He makes his way to the ring, down through the hall of the Decaying Society, the members falling in line with Schneider as he passes by each one of them. Schneider makes it to ringside, the Decaying Society swarming around the cage as their leader enters the ring. Schneider surrenders the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship belt to a ringside attendant before entering the cage. Behind Schneider is a referee, locking the cage door with a chain and padlock.[/b] Alecia Matthews: I’m not sure how clear this was in the pre-fight media.. But that padlock that is being put on the cage.. There’s no key for it. It’s not a matter of “this referee doesn’t have the key, someone will have to pick pocket this guy”.. there is no key. The one key for that padlock was destroyed. That door will not open until the chain is cut off during the teardown process for storage. There is no escape from this cage. Samael Ahriman: Let’s hope the Decaying Society don’t have access to the jaws of life. Alecia Matthews: You’re an idiot. Bell sounds and the match is under way. The canvas roofed cage casts a dark cloud over the ring.. But lights come on. Bright spotlights in all four corners and the ring is illuminated. All four participants seem thrown off by this revelation. But Scarlett is wasting no time. She’s immediately up the side of the cage and going for a weapon. Cam Nitta cuts her off and brings her crashing to the canvas with a power bomb.[/b] Samael Ahriman: How many matches do you see open with a power bomb off the top rope? Alecia Matthews How many matches do you see taking place in a giant cage with a canvas roof, with scaffolds at the top of the cage and weapons hanging down? Samael Ahriman: Fair point. Mak Cross refuses to take his eyes off of Phillip Schneider. Schneider makes an offering hand gesture up the cage. Mak isn’t having it. Cam Nitta decides to go up the cage with Scarlett neutralized.. But is cut off from the outside by Tommy Staxx, who smashes Cam’s fingers in the mesh of the cage. Cam comes off the cage and immediately goes after Schneider, who drop toe holds him, floats over, and locks in a front face lock. Cam works his way so his feet are underneath him. Cam hops to a vertical base. Side suplex but he can’t get the Heavyweight champion of the World over. Mak Cross hits the ropes, a rebound, and a lariat to Schneider, which allows Cam to back suplex Schneider.[/b] Alecia Matthews: We’ve got a really interesting dynamic going on in this match. Inside of the cage, there are four competitors, all of whom are out to get Schneider. Realistically, that’d put Schneider at a disadvantage… But the three people other than Schneider are also out to get each other, which you’d THINK would put everyone on level playing field.. Until you look outside of the cage. You see Schneider’s demonic posse.. Samael Ahriman: The Decaying Society.. Alecia Matthews: You see them circling the ring.. So even if all three competitors gang up on Schneider, Schneider STILL has a numbers advantage on his side with Joe, the one armed guy, New Kylie, and The Deville.. Even if Cam, Scarlett, and Mak are able to align themselves.. It’s still five on three.. Samael Ahriman: Cage matches are typically designed to keep outside interference at bay, but with those four on the outside, the cage clearly isn’t going to do it. I mean, The Deville has already got involved. But you’ve gotta figure.. Scarlett has Penny Shannon. Why isn’t Penny out here?? Scarlett eyeing down Mak Cross. Scarlett with a dart at Mak. Clothesline attempt from Scarlett. Duck from Mak. Both turn around. Palm strike from the left hand from Scarlett. Mak dodges right. Palm strike from the right and Mak dodges left. Double palm strike attempt. Mak drops to the canvas. Scarlett with a soccer kick attempt, Mak slides out of the way and Scarlett does a Charlie Brown, crashing to the canvas. Cam Nitta from behind with a dropkick to the back of Mak Cross and Cam’s the ultimate winner.[/b] Alecia Matthews: He still isn’t over this “I won’t hit women” thing it seems. Samael Ahriman: I’d hit a woman. Alecia Matthews: I know you would… Samael Ahriman: I’d hit you. Cam Nitta back to his feet and he starts a climb up the cage. With his agility, he’s able to scale the cage all the way to the top before Mak Cross, the one person standing, can do anything about it. Cam pulls down a trash can lid from the hanging weapons and hops down. Scarlett Quinn is to her feet. She approaches Mak Cross and elbows him in the face. But Mak won’t hit her back. Cam, however, has no problems blasting Scarlett over the head with the trash can lid.[/b] Samael Ahriman: Cam Nitta: Equal Opportunity Ass Kicker Alecia Matthews: That’s really not right. She’s a girl! Samael Ahriman: I’d like to hit you with a trash can lid sometimes.. Mak Cross protests Cam’s weapon abuse. Cam tries to reason with Mak, but instead decides to just hit Mak with the trash can lid too. Mak is stunned, Cam hooks Mak and Russian Leg Sweeps him, assisted with the trash can lid. Schneider back to his feet. Cam takes a swing at him. Schneider ducks. Schneider into the ropes. Rebound. Schneider back to Cam. Schneider with a sunset flip on Cam but he can’t take Cam over. Cam leans down and blasts Schneider with the trash can lid. Determining his weapon a success, he throws the bent trash can lid away.[/b][/color] Samael Ahriman: Seems in the early goings, this match is all Cam Nitta. Cam pulls Schneider to his feet. Schneider scoops Cam and slams him. Schneider goes up the cage quickly, climbing all the way up to the scaffold and simply sitting down. Cam Nitta looks around, sees Schneider on top of the scaffold and goes to the cage.. But he gets knocked off of the fence by the one armed man, “Hutton Brown”. Cam kicks at the cage, then runs to the other side.. He barely gets above the top rope though before Joe the intellectually- disabled person is shaking the cage, causing Cam to have to abandon that side as well. He doesn’t even attempt the other two sides, because New Kylie and The Deville are standing guard.Alecia Matthews: It seems the Decaying Society are playing blocker on the outside.. Schneider can just sit and wait on top.. Samael Ahriman: It’s an interesting strategy, but what happens if someone goes for a pin? Schneider’s what, ten feet above the ring? Not a lot he can do up there to break up a pin.. Scarlett Quinn back to her feet. Cam Nitta immediately grabs her in side headlock. Mak Cross up and he grabs Cam in a headlock. Scarlett standing switches out of the lock from Cam, and grabs Mak Cross in a side head lock. Cam escapes Mak’s headlock, and headlocks Scarlett. Mak decides it’s time to break. He sends Scarlett into the ropes, which sends Cam into the ropes too. As they run, the two break apart. Double rebound, and a double shoulder tackle to Mak Cross! Scarlett isn‘t one to celebrate though. She immediately grabs Cam back to a front face lock.Alecia Matthews: Seems we’re in the cage match of headlocks. Samael Ahriman: No one has managed to do it well thus far in the early goings. Scarlett with a headlock takeover on Cam Nitta. Scarlett scrambles to her feet. She hooks in a sharpshooter, but when flipping Cam over, grabs his arms. He’s trapped. Scarlett puts her foot to the back of Cam’s head and smashes him into the canvas.[/b] Samael Ahriman: American History X fans, eat your heart out. Bite the curb, bitch! Scarlett pulls Cam back to a vertical base. A few clubbing blows to the back of Cam, then Scarlett hits the ropes. Scarlett rebounds and hooks Cam’s head. She’s up for a tornado DDT. Cam lifts her up, hooking her legs and neck… He’s effectively evaded the tornado DDT, running and throwing her sideways into the steel cage!Alecia Matthews: We had a bit of fun and games there for a moment.. But we’re quickly reminded this is a serious, dangerous cage match and it is for the World Heavyweight title. From atop the scaffold, Phillip Schneider yells “CAM!”. When Cam looks up, Schneider drops down a crutch. Cam catches the crutch and looks it over for a moment, before slamming it across the back of Mak Cross. Scarlett is slowly pulling herself out of the ropes and cage.. But New Kylie reaches in the three inch or so gap between the bottom of the cage and the top of the ring mat, hooking Scarlett’s leg. Cam sees the opportunity and swings the crutch like a baseball bat at Scarlett’s face. Luckily, Scarlett ducks and the crutch shatters on the fence.Samael Ahriman: It seems Schneider and his crew have decided to favor Cam Nitta.. For what reason I don’t know.. Alecia Matthews: Cam is the only one they haven’t had direct competition with in recent weeks. I suppose it’s “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” Mak Cross has the mangled already used trash can lid. From behind, he smashes it into the back of Cam’s head and immediately starts climbing the cage. Joe the intellectually- disabled person is shaking the cage, but Mak isn’t going to fall. He gets all the way to the scaffold on top of the cage.. Where he’s cut off by Phillip Schneider. Schneider pulls something down from the cage. Mak slowly to his hands and knees and Schneider drives whatever he has down into the back of Mak.[/b] Samael Ahriman: He’s got a weapon up there, but I can’t tell what it is. This structure is very impairing to our vision. Alecia Matthews: Looked like something on a handle.. A crane camera is able to look through the top of the cage and shows what Schneider has.. A sickle.. Mak Cross has a wide cut on his back from where Schneider jabbed him, and Schneider has gone to work on Mak’s arm. He’s carving at the arm, cutting deep with the sickle. Blood pours from Mak’s arm as Schneider drags the blade across the bicep. Three solid slashes and Schneider lets up. Mak to his feet. His arm is dripping blood everywhere. Schneider runs at Mak and is aiming for the face with the sickle. Mak gets up underneath Schneider and back drops him, up and over and all the way down to the canvas!Samael Ahriman: Good LORD! That had to have been at least a thirteen, fourteen foot drop, easily! In the ring, Cam Nitta dives on top of Schneider to make a cover. The referee in the cage makes a count, 1.….2.… broken up by Scarlett.Alecia Matthews: That was almost it. We almost had a new champion! Samael Ahriman: Mak Cross was on the offensive there, but after that sickle attack, he can‘t be in good shape.. And we KNOW Schneider isn‘t.. This one is anyone‘s match Mak Cross pulls down a bag from the roof of the cage. He pulls a draw string and dumps the contents. Raining down into the ring, to the canvas, raining onto Cam, raining onto Scarlett, hitting the referee even, are thousands of glistening golden thumbtacks. Mak empties the bag, tossing the bag aside. Mak pulls down a trash can too, throwing it down to the ring. He’s looking around at the remaining hanging weapons, but most can only be obtained from the other scaffold. As Mak starts to climb down, Schneider is talking to The Deville through the cage.Samael Ahriman: Well now things are interesting.. There’s a big ass knife laying in the ring.. Various weapons around the cage.. And thumbtacks literally everywhere. Every move that’s done in there is now a move in thumbtacks The Deville pulls up the ring skirt. Joe the intellectually- disabled person is quick over to push back the barricades behind The Deville. Deville pulls a pane of glass from under the ring. He pulls it all the way out from under the ring, then weasels it under the bottom of the cage.. The brief gap between the ring and the cage allows for the thin weapon to be slid in. Schneider quickly picks up the pane of glass and sets it up in the corner while The Deville pulls a second out. Schneider is able to get the second, carrying it across the ring and setting it in another corner, but is cut off from receiving the third as Mak Cross is back to the canvas. Cross lifts Schneider up and throws him across the ring, into a pile of thumbtacks. He cuts off The Deville by kicking the cage, kicking The Deville in the face and stopping the process of sliding a third pane of glass into the ring halfway through, leaving it bridged between the ring apron and cage and the ringside rail.[/color] Samael Ahriman: I am with them, this match needed glass. Thumbtacks being everywhere wasn’t enough. Cam Nitta from behind Mak Cross and he hooks in a sleeper. Mak is trying to escape it. He’s trying to pull Cam off of him. Mak is able to get Cam up onto his back and walks across the ring. He falls into a corner.. And Cam goes smashing through a pane of glass! The sleeper hold is effectively released. Mak turns around and realizes it was his best friend, and not Schneider, that he just smashed through the pane of glass. He has little time to be remorseful, though, because Scarlett has the sickle! Scarlett takes a wild swing with the sickle, but it’s a miss. A second and Mak ducks. A third, this time right for the face.. But Mak stops the sickle before it can stab him. The two are struggling. Scarlett is trying to stab Mak Cross in the face with the sickle, Mak is trying to stop it without hitting Scarlett. Schneider ends this debate by coming from behind, hooking Scarlett, lifting her up and flipping her over, and dropping her right on her head!Alecia Matthews: BEVERLY KILLS 90210! Samael Ahriman: Into thumbtacks! That young lady has got to be wearing a thumbtack hat! Mak grabs the sickle. He’s going after Schneider. And it’s an arm for an arm, because the exact same way that Schneider carved up Mak Cross’ arm, Mak is carving up Schneider’s! Schneider is struggling to get free, but Mak is digging the sickle into the bicep deep. The two stumble to the ropes. New Kylie pushes a white rag through the bars. Schneider grabs it and shoves it into Mak’s face.Alecia Matthews: You smell that? Oh that’s awful. What’s that smell?? Samael Ahriman: Smells like chloroform.. Alecia Matthews: How do you know what chloroform smells like? You know what, never mind, I really don’t want to know.. The sickle attack is stopped. Mak is trying to get the rag off his face, but he’s fading. Schneider bends Mak over and pitches him into the corner. Mak goes crashing through the second pane of glass that was set up. Schneider stands alone now, bloody, with thumbtacks sticking into his body all over. He looks around for a moment.. But then points up. Quickly, New Kylie and The Deville begin scaling the cage. “Hutton Brown” digs in his pocket and pulls out a bottle of water, then a second, passing them through the bars. Schneider dumps them all over his own head, all over his arms, all over his chest, back, legs.. He’s literally showering with this water. Cam Nitta stirs in the corner. Schneider grabs the trash can and quickly smashes Cam with it, then goes back to drenching himself.[/b] Samael Ahriman: What on EARTH on these people doing?? Alecia Matthews: Schneider doesn’t strike me as a germophobe, so your guess is as good as mine.. The crane cam focuses on the top of the cage, where New Kylie has worked her way to the middle of the canvas roof. She produces a yellow bottle from her pocket.. And starts spraying it EVERYWHERE. In every direction. The Deville has one too, and he’s spraying it everywhere.[/color] Samael Ahriman: I recognize those bottles.. That’s lighter fluid! Alecia Matthews: …….I’ll be back A sound of a headset thunking is heard. Alecia Matthews heads to higher ground. New Kylie and The Deville continue to empty the contents of their lighter fluid bottles on the canvas roof. Scarlett gets to her feet and Schneider blasts her with the trash can, sending her right back down to the canvas. New Kylie shimmies across the cage and starts climbing down. When she’s about half way down… The Deville produces a barbeque lighter. He looks down, giving a signal to Schneider, who drops down to the mat, putting the trash can over himself and laying in as small of a package as he can. The Deville sparks the lighter, then lights the canvas roof on fire! Deville quickly climbs down, dropping from about half way up. The Decaying Society scramble from ringside as the entire canvas roofing of the cage goes up in a MASSIVE smoky fire.[[/color] Samael Ahriman: SOMEONE CALL 911! These stupid *cough cough* stupid bastards are trying to *cough cough* burn the place down!! It doesn’t take long before the vinyl canvas burns holes.. And pieces of flaming vinyl begin to drop to the ring below. Cam Nitta catches a fairly significant piece to the leg, scrambling to pat it out. Fireballs are literally raining down in the cage and the five people in the ring, the referee included, have no where to go. Some fans have started singing, “THE ROOF, THE ROOF, THE ROOF IS ON FIRE! WE DON’T NEED WATER LET THE MOTHER F**KER BURN! BURN MOTHER F**KER, BURN!”, the song growing with each word chanted. The injuries Cam, Scarlett, and Mak have sustained are quickly forgotten as they run around like chickens with their heads cut off in the smoky, burning cage as fire rains down on them. Scarlett kicks at the cage cussing. Ring attendants are quickly scaling the cage with fire extinguishers in tow. They spray at the flames, but by the time they’re up there, the fire has already pretty much burnt itself out. What’s left is the entire arena in a smoky haze and everyone left confused. In the confusion, many members of the crowd have turned over to a simple “HOLY SH**, HOLY SH**” chant.[/color] Samael Ahriman: *cough cough cough* this is the damndest *cough cough* damndest thing I’ve ever *cough* seen. This whole arena smells like burnt plastic and scorched flesh! The ring crew exit from ringside.. The Decaying Society return and Joe the intellectually- disabled person has a table covered in barbed wire in tow. Tommy Staxx quickly pulls the ring apron, sliding a table from under the ring.. Then another.. Then another! “Hutton Brown” comes back to ringside and he has a board covered in soda cans that have been ripped in half, the jagged ends sticking up. He lays it in the entrance way, assisting Tommy Staxx in table preperation. They carry one table to one corner of the ringside area. Staxx goes back to the other two tables, while “Hutton” lays his board of death across the one.[/b] Samael Ahriman: *cough cough hack cough* tables *cough cough* don’t like it. *cough *cough* A few ring crew members scold The Deville for his actions, he simply flips them off. Joe places the barbed wire table nearest the entrance way. The ring, though smoking, now does not have a roof on the cage. Schneider, having soaked himself with water, is the only one not burned. He grabs the trash can and goes to work. Blasting blow to Cam Nitta. A blasting blow to Mak Cross. The can is smashed.. He grabs Scarlett and throws her with a gorilla press slam into the steel cage. The camera shows Tommy Staxx in the background has double stacked his two tables.Samael Ahriman: See, his name is Tommy Staxx. It’s a pun *cough cough*[/center]
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 22:02:07 GMT -5
Mak is slowly back to his feet. Schneider lines up.. He's aiming for a Legitimate Japanese Businessman Kick. Mak up to his feet.. Schneider runs.. But can't get a lot of speed due to the tacks being everywhere. Schneider raises his boot.. And Mak catches him and leg hook power slams him down into the tacks. [/b] Samael Ahriman: *cough cough* Where the hell did you go? Alecia Matthews: See, when I see maniacs climbing through the air with lighter fluid.. I bail. That's how I roll. Mak Cross looks around the ring. He's looking for a weapon but not finding much, so he opts to scale the cage. "Hutton Brown" tries to knock him off, but with only one arm, it's not much good. Mak is going to the second scaffold that no one has been on yet. As Mak climbs inside, Pierce Deville climbs on the outside, climbing up the side that Mak Cross' back is to. The Deville slides into the now open cage and stands up.. Mak Cross climbs to the scaffold and immediately sees hefs not alone. Cross grabs a chain that's hanging from the scaffold, wrapping it around his fist. The two men approach each other. Cross takes a swing. The Deville ducks and goes low with a few body shots, but is cut off as Cross drills him across the back.Samael Ahriman: Mak Cross clubs Pierce Deville like a baby seal! Alecia Matthews: You're an ass.. The Deville is stunned. Mak grabs him by the head and pitches him. The Deville clears about three feet of open space, over the cage wall, and all the way down, crashing through the ringside Spanish commentary table![/color] Samael Ahriman: INCOMING!! New Kylie has climbed the cage again though.. And shefs on top of the scaffold with Mak. Mak shakes his head no. He refuses to hit her. She's daring him to hit her and he refuses. He actually drops the chain to the scaffold. And it's his downfall. New Kylie kicks him in the balls. New Kylie grabs Mak Cross before he can fall.. she walks him back to the edge of the scaffold.. And directs him off the edge. Mak Cross goes sailing all the way to the arena floor, with NOTHING to catch him but the cold, hard, concrete floor!Alecia Matthews: Jesus H Christ! That was a fifteen, maybe twenty foot fall.. and he just landed on concrete! He missed all of the tables around ringside and hit concrete! Samael Ahriman: We need medical attention out here for Mak Cross, now! The attention can't be left on Mak Cross for long. While Mak was unwilling to hit a woman, Scarlett Quinn doesnft have the same reservations. She has made her way to the top of the scaffold and grabbed New Kylie by the shirt. New Kylie is begging for mercy. Scarlett walks her across the cage. New Kylie pulls a hockey stick down from the cage, but drops it. It falls all the way down into the ring. Scarlett walks New Kylie across the scaffold.. The two are now at the edge. And Scarlett lets her go. She tells New Kylie to climb down. Scarlett turns her back and starts to walk away. New Kylie makes a reach for a hanging light tube and thatfs enough for Scarlett. She runs across the scaffold, puts her foot to New Kyliefs face, and sends her FLYING off the scaffold! New Kylie crashes to the arena floor, going sailing through the pane of glass that was bridged between the ring and ringside rails on the way down!!Alecia Matthews: JESUS CHRIST! I thought Mak Cross' fall was bad! At least he's an athlete!! That's a hundred pound girl and all she had to catch her was a pane of glass! Samael Ahriman: She's sliced and diced just like the original Kylie! Alecia Matthews: Stay classy, Samael.. Samael Ahriman: At this stage in the match, the match has turned to a human demolition derby! Tommy Staxx has a white box in his hands. He's fiddling with it near the double stacked tables, but canet seem to figure out how to get whatever the box is on top of the tables. He gets the idea to scale the side of the cage. Up the cage he goes and he dumps the contents of the box.. And about a hundred injection needles are spread across the top of the double stacked tables.Alecia Matthews: Well that's exactly what we f--king need, needles on double stacked tables. Samael Ahriman: You're a naughty girl, with that foul mouth. Someone should spank you. Cam Nitta stands above Tommy Staxx. He's not feeling the needles down below. Cam quickly unscrews one of the oversized spotlight bulbs from the corner, switching it from hand to hand due to the heat. He leans over the cage and busts it over Tommy Staxx's head. Staxx loses his grip and falls backwards off the cage. He crashes through the needles and both tables.Alecia Matthews: *swallow* Samael Ahriman: What was that? Alecia Matthews: I just threw up in my mouth. Go ahead.. Samael Ahriman: I think Tommy Staxx has been neutralized for the remainder of this contest. He had a hard fought match earlier tonight and now on top of that.. HE JUST FELL THROUGH TWO TABLES COVERED IN NEEDLES. No, I don't want a close up of the needles sticking in his flesh! Our producer is a sick bastard and just asked if I want a close up of the needles in his flesh, Jesus Christ.. Schneider has joined Cam Nitta atop his scaffold. Nitta quickly realizes hees not alone. He looks for a weapon. There's none to be found. He approaches Schneider. Ites going to be a bare fist fight high above the floor. Schneider kicks Cam in the balls, then reaches into his boot, producing a pair of scissors. Schneider grips the blades.. And jabs the point into Cam's forehead. The crowd groans and screams. Cam's flesh is ripped.. Schneider grabs him in a side facelock.. He's jabbing at Cam's face with the tip of the scissors over and over. To the side of the cage, he lets go of Cam. Cam grabs at his face to see if anything's hanging off.. And Schneider kicks him in the balls again. Cam starts to crumble.. And Schneider redirects him off the edge of the cage. Cam sails all the way to the floor, crashing through the table covered in soda can halves.Samael Ahriman: Here's Phillip Schneider's train of thought, ladies and gentlemen.. In this fight, kicking an opponent in the testicles twice and stabbing him in the face with a pair of scissors isnet nearly enough punishment.. No, here, you have to throw him off a scaffold into a table covered in jagged metal shards. For godss sake.. Alecia Matthews: Pay Per View buyers, is THIS what you wanted? A snuff film?? Cam is trying to fight his way out of the wreckage.. He's got several soda cans pierced into his flesh, just stuck in him. The big screen catches this and therees a massive collective gasp and "OOOOOOHHHH" from the crowd. Schneider has already abandoned the scissors and climbs down the one scaffold, working his way over to the second scaffold where Scarlett is. Schneider shimmies across the cage, pulling himself up onto Scarlett's scaffold. Scarlett grabs a guitar hanging from the cage and prepares herself for a fight. Schneider looks around the cage at the wreckage. New Kylie is ripped to pieces and out.. Pierce Deville is laid out in the wreckage of what was the Spanish announce table.. Mak Cross still isn't moving.. Cam Nitta is stirring, but isn't in a good way. Scarlett runs forwards and takes a home run swing with the guitar.. But Schneider side steps. The guitar hits the scaffold and blows apart to nothing. Schneider grabs Scarlett by the hair.Samael Ahriman: Wonder if Scarlett can fly.. Alecia Matthews: Three sides of that scaffold have already seen people go flying off. The best option is the shortest fall, to the mat and the thumbtacks.. The worst option sees her coming our way.. We're the only crash pad remaining. I don't like our odds.. Samael Ahriman: I'm bailing. Alecia Matthews: Wait.. Is that Percy? Down the ramp as quickly as he can run, Percy is running down the entrance way. He climbs the cage just as quickly as he can. He's on the scaffold across the ring from Schneider and Scarlett, Scarlett still caught in Schneider's grasp and doing everything she can to get free. The cameras pick up Percy.Percy Jackson: Put her down man.. Don't throw her. You don't need to do that to win. Let her down, and beat her with wrestling. Don't f**king throw her man. This is bulls**t. She's a young woman! This is bulls**t man! Percy's pleas fall on deaf ears. Schneider hoists Scarlett up onto his shoulders. He's preparing to death valley driver her off the scaffold. He's looking down at the now empty English announce table, Samael Ahriman and Alecia Matthews no where to be found. He takes a few steps with her.. He's going to bring her off the scaffold. But herefs Cam Nitta! Cam Nitta has dragged himself up the side of the cage and hefs the hero here! Cam from behind PUSHES Schneider and both Schneider and Scarlett go sailing off the scaffold, crashing through the English announce table with a mighty smash!
Percy is shocked. He did the right thing in an attempt to save Scarlett.. But the variables still meant her downfall. Mak Cross has slowly pulled himself up the cage and joins Percy on top of his scaffold. Percy is so locked in on what happened to Schneider and Scarlett, that he doesnft even realize Mak is with him. Mak grabs Percy by the head and directs him off the scaffold, all the way down to the arena floor through the barbed wire table that Joe the intellectually- disabled person brought to ringside.[/b] Samael Ahriman: Aw ah? Alecia Matthews: I..we ...ing ...dio ...ems. ...t ...ear... Samael Ahriman: Scc.. DEATH! Alecia Matthews: We on? Yeah? 1...2... Cool. We're fixed on line two. And I agree completely Samael! It's Mak and Cam remaining in the cage, both on different scaffolds. The two slowly get down into the ring, Mak Cross moving much more slowly than Cam. The two square off in the middle of the ring. A lock up. Cam Nitta with a go behind. Single leg trip from Cam takes Mak down onto the thumbtacks. Cam with a float over and he lands gingerly with his knees in the tacks. Switch from Mak plants Cam back first in the tacks and the look of agony on Camfs face is immediately. Cam hooks Mak and rolls him over, Mak rolling through a fresh patch of thumbtacks. Cam stands up, realizing rolling in thumbtacks is doing neither of them any good.[/b] Alecia Matthews: These two young men are now human pin cushions.. Samael Ahriman: Schneider is stirring in front of us.. And hefs searching for something under the ring. Looks like hefs got a chairc ccthatfs covered in razor blades. Now why in the f**k was that under the ring? WHAT PURPOSE DOES THAT SERVE? Schneider stands up. He's clutching his ribs, but he holds the razor blade chair up for all to see. He then slings it over his shoulder and starts the climb up the side of the cage.[/b] Alecia Matthews: It's worth nothing, the cage door is locked. It won't be unlocked.. So despite their abuse.. When these guys are falling out of the cage.. To get back in and win the match theyfve got to climb the cage wall and get back in.. Inside of the ring, Cam Nitta and Mak Cross see whatfs coming for them and arm themselves. Mak grabs a hockey stick. Cam goes with the broken crutch and bent trash can lid. He says something to Mak, which Mak canft stop himself from laughing at. Schneider is climbing the cage wall. Scarlett stirs in the wreckage of the table finallyc and "Hutton Brown" grabs her and rams her into the protective ringside rail.[/b] Samael Ahriman: Wish the rest of these Decaying Society ass holes would just get out of here! "Hutton Brown" (audible over the near by mic) Hey f**k you buddy! Samael Ahriman: No, f**k you! I'm doing my JOB! What business do you have out here? Get out of here, cripple! Alecia Matthews: Easy Samael.. Samael Ahriman: No! It's BS that these jerks are out here running interference. That theyfve got a play book lined up to help Schneider. This cage was designed to stop these tools. There's a roof on it so no one can drop in from the ceiling.. And they're STILL running interference! Schneider's into the cage. Cross takes a swing with the hockey stick. Schneider ducks. Cam with the broken crutch. Schneider quickly turns the chair over and uses the side that doesnft have the razor blades as a shield, then knocks the broken crutch out of Cam's hands. Schneider jabs with the chair, but Camfs using the bent trash can lid as a shield himself. Mak Cross comes running and swings the hockey stick with all his might.. But Schneider moves and Mak cracks Cam right between the eyes with it.[/b] Samael Ahriman: Miscommunication and Cam Nitta may be out. You play hockey as a kid Alecia? Alecia Matthews: I played hookie.. But not hockey.. Samael Ahriman: A hockey stick is solid. No give to the wood at all. Mak mourns for a moment over hitting Cam, but turns his attention back to Schneider. Schneider jabs him in the gut with the blunt end of the chair. Mak doubles over.. Schneider draws the chair back and slams the razor blade side into Mak Crossf back. Mak scrambles away, but the blades have done their damage. No less than twenty perfect lines of blood begin to flow from Mak Cross' back, his back quickly covered in crimson.[/b] Samael Ahriman: Now that's just disgusting. Alecia Matthews: And look at Schneider! He's laughing! Scarlett Quinn is scaling the cage, albeit slowly. Schneider opens up the chair and sets it on the mat. It's now in the open position, with the probably fifty glistening silver razor blades sticking up. Schneider pulls Cam Nitta to his feet. He puts Cam in a front face lock. Schneider lifts Cam up. Hefs stalling. He's holding Cam's blood spattered and tack covered body above the razors and hefs simply demonstrating his strength. But he showboats too long. Cam brings a knee down into Schneider's head and Schneider loses his grip. Cam's feet are back on the mat. Cam grabs Schneider across his chest, and turns his back to the razor chair.. A sweep of the legs, Cam does a flip, flipping with Schneider and driving him onto and through the open razor blade chair![/b] Samael Ahriman: For the LOVE OF ALL CHRIST! Stop the damn match! Alecia Matthews: That chair just collapsed to nothing as Cam Nitta drove Schneider into it with his C4 and I'd like to remind you, that chair was COVERED in razor blades. We seen the damage those blades did to Mak Crossf back.. Ifm almost afraid to see the damage to Schneider.. He just fell with all of his weight, plus Cam's weight and momentum.. THROUGH the razor chair. Schneider scrambles away and he's ripped to pieces. Gushing blood. Bleeding all over the place. Cam stands up.. And he has no time to celebrate his victory.. Because Scarlett is into the cage and she nails him with her running super kick![/color] Alecia Matthews: She just CLEANED CAM'S CLOCK with that Drive By Kick! Samael Ahriman: But Scarlett's down too.. After the fall off the cage.. It looks like she's hurt.. I'm not sure how she managed to pull the energy for that kick, but she's hurt.. And all four are down. All four wrestlers are down. The first to stir is Cam Nitta. Hefs able to pull himself to his knees using the ropes but hees not in a great way. He grabs Mak Cross, who is covered in blood, bleeding from head to toe. Cam sets Mak up for the C4. But he can't get Mak up much less over. He drops Mak.. Mak is slowly to his knees. Cam runs and nails him with a shining wizard.[/b] Samael Ahriman: シャイニング ウィザード! Alecia Matthews: Run that by me again? Cam is on his hands and knees. But Scarlett Quinn is up! And Shefs got the razor blade chair. She swings it with malice, drilling Cam on the top of the head with the razor end. Scarlett throws the chair away, but collapses herself. Luckily, she falls on the prone Mak Cross. Referee down for the count. 1...2...3!Samael Ahriman: Was that three?? The bell sounds. "Come Out and Play" by The Offspring hits over the P/A system. The referee tries to raise Scarlett Quinn's hand, then tries to help her to her feet TO raise her hand.. But Scarlett's out of it.[/b] Samael Ahriman: We've got a new WFWF champion. Scarlett's music is playing but in this match, there were no winners. New Kylie hasn't moved since she came off the cage. The Deville got carted out several minutes ago.. Percy got stretchered out.. We're going to need three more stretchers out here.. Maybe four unless someone carries Scarlett to the waiting ambulance.. Alecia Matthews: I've seen some wars for the WFWF title.. But this has got to top them all. And frankly, I don't want to see someone try to top this, because someone'll be killed. Samael Ahriman: That's your champion. She's the WINNER. I've seen people step on god damn landmines and look in better condition! Alecia Matthews: We are past our time here.. As the cage is raised, Penny Shannon comes running down to the ring from the back and bolts over to the timekeeper where the WFWF Championship is being held. She grabs the title belt and tries to avoid all of the carnage around the outside of the ring as she pulls herself intot he ring, careful to avoid all debris. She sits Scarlett up, who is starting to come to mentally but is completely unable of even lifting a finger. Shannon kisses Scarlett's shoulder and holds the title in front of her face. Scarlett is nodding her head back and forth, a smile creeping onto her face.Alecia Matthews: It would seem that we are staying on the air...but why? Scarlett leans her head back into the chest of Shannon, smiling, her hands placed on her WFWF Championship sitting in her lap.
"Slip Out" by Beck resonates throughout the arena.Samael Ahriman: Well that answered our question. From behind the curtain comes Thunder first, backwards, his hands extended in front of Malakai, who is coming out to the stage in f*cking BRUTAL condition. His war with Staxx earlier in the show clearly taking a toll on him. Now the question is, is Thunder holding Malakai up? Or back? Malakai has a microphone in his hand, a clipboard in the other.Shawn Malakai: Well I will be damned. You did it, darlin'. I know everyone in this arena here hates her and hates me, but you will clap for this girl. No, this woman. You will never see anything like this ever again and you will show her your appreciation. The fans rise to their feet and do as he says. Everyone was impressed by the actions of all in this match, but the winner especially.Shawn Malakai: Scarlett, love...you are the first woman to ever hold that championship. You have not the foggiest of how proud I am of you. And I know things have not always been great between the three of you, but trust me when I say your mother and father are even more proud of you that me, Penny and all of your fans combined. Even Thunder here was impressed. Thunder gives Malakai the evil eye.Shawn Malakai: This reign of Phillip Schneider has come to a rather unceremonious end. I cannot say that I am happy or sad about that, but he was the longest reigning champion ever and may remain that until the end of time. That is a record that I bow down to and everyone in this company will always revere. And a little 18 year old woman was able to bring this chapter of the WFWF to a close. Impressive. Scarlett is smiling, still resting in Shannon's arms.Shawn Malakai: Our little interaction at the beginning of the show though had me thinking. I said something that has had my mind racing all night long. About you not being the girl I watched grow up, and me no longer being the man you grew up calling 'uncle.' Samael Ahriman: ...what is he getting at? Shawn Malakai: I was right about that. I can no longer think of you as that little girl. And you, me, as that close friend called 'uncle.' We now are colleagues. Co-workers. Equals. And as such, it is every co-workers duty to show the other respect. Which is what I am doing right now. That is why I am out here. He takes a breath.Shawn Malakai: A couple of days ago, I recieved a text message from Xavier. He wanted to see me before they had me thrown into that pitch black room as a stipulation of my match. I was told not to tell a soul until everything was finalized and all parties were accounted for. On this paper, hot off of the presses, is a contract for the next pay per view, Battleground. Alecia Matthews: ...no...no... Shawn Malakai: WFWF Champion Scarlett Quinn will defend her championship in the main event. Against Shawn Malakai. Samael Ahriman: Oh f*ck. The crowd is dead stunned.Shawn Malakai: Being equals, I owed you the honesty. And here is some more honesty for you my lady. You managed to do in a few months what it took your father years to accomplish. You won the WFWF Championship within your first year here. You can hold that over his head forever. You can also hold your title reign length over his head also. His reign ended abruptly after five shows when my boy Thunder here beat him before he even got to get to the pay per view. You will make it six, as you will make it to the pay per view where you will lose. You will forever hold that one show over your fathers head for all eternity, but it will only be that one show. Scarlett is a little pissy about that last shot, but has been nodding her head, accepting the challenge.Shawn Malakai: So when the cameras fade, get yourself to the ER. You are really banged up. Shannon, take good care of her. I want her to enjoy these six shows as champion. I want them to be the best shows of her life. Because when Battleground hits, the Cinderella Story is over. The clock will strike, and after seven long years I will finally be WFWF Champion. Good night, Scarlett. I love you. Try to enjoy your moments as champion and not have too many sweet dreams in the meantime. Because soon enough, you will be left doing nothing but dreaming of what might have been and being forced to see the reality of me as the true WFWF Champion. Malakai lowers the microphone from his lips and smiles, bowing down to Scarlett one last time, Scarlett smirking and while she is sitting she is holding the WFWF Championship up triumphantly as the two stare down and we fade to black.[/center]
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 22:05:07 GMT -5
A few things. I would like to thank everyone for this PPV. Nitta, Mak, Quinn, Schneider, Brennan, Trace and Krause for all of their help with this PPV. I also just noticed that for whatever reason the main event second post is a little y. In certain places apostrophes are turning into f's and Schneider had japanese text at the end that will not come through for whatever reason. I have no idea how to fix either of these issues but I will try to do it. I do not know what is going on but I notice that in certain posts I make that happens. I do not know if it is a plug in thing or what but I will try to fix it and all of that and such. Haha.
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Post by WFWF Andrew Carter on Mar 17, 2013 22:09:43 GMT -5
Great PPV! Worth the wait! Devilkiller, I didnt get the title tonight but I will another time....
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Post by Devilkiller on Mar 17, 2013 22:23:27 GMT -5
Great PPV! Good try Carter, it was a nice try. Jason, good job on writing that match, it was amazing! Cant wait to help get a fued to the mid-card division.
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Post by bad guy™ on Mar 17, 2013 22:27:22 GMT -5
I think I fixed the issue with the apostrophes mainly by going through the entire post and putting apostrophes everywhere where they belonged but I still have no idea how to ing fix the Japanese text thing. I would hope that if someone has any kind of idea that they would let me know so I can fix it. Oh, and the preshow is up on the WFWF dot com post and all of that and such. Haha.
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Post by Ace Bennett on Mar 17, 2013 22:32:44 GMT -5
I stickied this.
I'm still a good mod right?
......right?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2013 2:25:18 GMT -5
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Post by Rated R on Mar 18, 2013 3:49:36 GMT -5
I think I fixed the issue with the apostrophes mainly by going through the entire post and putting apostrophes everywhere where they belonged but I still have no idea how to ing fix the Japanese text thing. I would hope that if someone has any kind of idea that they would let me know so I can fix it. I fixed the Japanese text. I'm assuming you were copying and pasting from the coded version, via quoting, rather than simply copying and pasting the Japanese text as is? If so that's your problem. As Shawn said, thanks to everyone who contributed to the show and thanks to everyone who showed up and posted a roleplay. We apologize for the lateness of results, we're going to be looking for ways to streamline the process while still trying to give people time to write segments for shows. Of course the easiest thing would be if people would actually write their segments by the promo deadline, but that'd be too easy for you all, right?
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Post by CM Poor: DeepFigureValue on Mar 18, 2013 8:36:29 GMT -5
I think I fixed the issue with the apostrophes mainly by going through the entire post and putting apostrophes everywhere where they belonged but I still have no idea how to ing fix the Japanese text thing. I would hope that if someone has any kind of idea that they would let me know so I can fix it. I fixed the Japanese text. I'm assuming you were copying and pasting from the coded version, via quoting, rather than simply copying and pasting the Japanese text as is? If so that's your problem. As Shawn said, thanks to everyone who contributed to the show and thanks to everyone who showed up and posted a roleplay. We apologize for the lateness of results, we're going to be looking for ways to streamline the process while still trying to give people time to write segments for shows. Of course the easiest thing would be if people would actually write their segments by the promo deadline, but that'd be too easy for you all, right? ...or have people plot their storylines and write their promos ahead of time... ...like the bit I've had written for the next Revolution since before the due date of this card? But seriously, though. Great PPV in the end - great matches all around by those that wrote them, in particular, as usual, the main event. Brutal stuff, Phil.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2013 9:00:44 GMT -5
Great read that, the wait was worth it. So moving on, how long it take to the card for Revolution up? Just eager to get Takeshi debuted.
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Mar 18, 2013 10:41:30 GMT -5
Congratulations to Scarlett for becoming the first female character to win the WFWF World Heavyweight title.
With that said, effective immediately, I'm taking a leave of absence. I've been burnt out for a while now. I had considered taking this leave following Survival of the Fittest win or loss.. Loss I'd do what I'm doing now.. Just stepping away for a bit.. And a win I had an idea to put the SOTF winner on ice, extend the title match feud for 2-3 months while Schneider the character goes on hiatus. But Hutton & Raider both left at SOTF.. Then Meg, Brennan, Kyzer, and Drakz all left shortly after.. So I sort of felt, as the champion, I needed to tough it out and grind through.
In short, I'm burnt out. I've been on every show for the last two and a half years and I've been writing at "a creative peak" for most of that time. A lot of things are blending together for me creatively and I'm just not as "in" to my writing as I once was. I think it shows with a lot of my roleplays as of late. I've only missed one show since I returned and that show, I didn't want off. I've never asked for shows off, in fact, because I know if I get out of the routine of writing that I'll be out for several shows.. I need time off to recharge my batteries creatively, focus some time on other writing projects, and really just be away from "Schneider's World" for a while. Get perspective and see where I'm going to take the character in the future.
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Devilkiller
Main Eventer
WFWF. Go see about it.
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Post by Devilkiller on Mar 18, 2013 15:57:20 GMT -5
Hope you come back as soon as possible and get your creativeness back on track. You'll always be remembered, even after you leave the WFWF for the last time. You'll always be remembered.
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B-Radimus Prime
Main Eventer
R.I.P. Luna :(
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Post by B-Radimus Prime on Mar 19, 2013 18:24:45 GMT -5
Tabitha Owens would like to congratulate Scarlett Quinn on being the first WFWF Champion that she recognizes.
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