Scally vs 'The Past'

[Mighty Man Millson]

Match Three
One Way To Hell Match
AJ Scally vs 'The Past'
After weeks of curiousity, the identity of 'The Past' will be revealed tonight, as AJ Scally will step into the unkown and challenge the mysterious wrestler in a One Way To Hell match.
Referee: Alan Johnson

Promo round ends on Friday

[†Tripp†]

Time For A Change.

The scene is dark as the sun is all the way across on the other side of the world. An alley with rusty and falling apart dumpsters comes into focus. A single man is leaning his back against a brick wall beside one of the old school dumpsters. He is wearing a hoodie with the hood up and over his head, causing even more of a shadow over his face. He then looks up and turns his slightly to the right, looking towards the camera. A smirk shoots across his face as he then turns his head back to it's original position and looks down. The man calling himself “The Past” begins to speak to the EVPW faithful that are watching the promo.

“Time. Time is something everyone wants more of. Whether it's more time in a day, week or your lifetime, people just can't get enough of it. However, for a legend such as myself, time doesn't mean much because part of me will live forever. By coming back, I add to my legacy. I will add on another successful chapter by defeating Aj Scally this Sunday at Prelude to Madness, and soon after that, I will add another title to my name. Coming back is just the beginning of my streak of terror. Soon every single man on the EVPW roster will piss themselves just by the mere mention of my name.”

The Past takes a steady breath, filling his lungs with air as he prepares himself to let loose another verbal bashing on Aj Scally and every man on the roster.

“For the last month, I've been hiding my former identity from everyone. Making promo upon promo about how I will come back and strike down vengeance upon all you mother fuckers for destroying what was a flourishing company. Now, EVPW is back on the pavement, struggling to crawl back in the dirt to not get stepped on like a lowly worm. I remember this fed from back in the day, we just started but our future was never brighter. Men like Vladimir Strife, KingBear, TPK, lined the lockers rooms with talent and pride in what they did. Now we have men who just get high, and then we have men who are too pussy to try anything new. Now, courtesy of evpw.com, there is a little bitch who pretends to be in a band just to get some time off. Those are wrestlers who EVPW does not need. A person who takes no risks, no fan wants to see that. A person who doesn't know his name half the time from being too wasted, fans want to see to just laugh at. Now, a person who ditches their fans to be in some faggot band? Don't even get me started on what a piece of shit you are.”

The mystery man, angered by just the mention of this waste of space, whips his body around and punches a hole straight through the rickety dumpster that he had been standing next to. He throws his head backwards and lets out a battle yell, looking like he is ready to go to war with Aj Scally and whoever gets in the man's way. The man flings his head back forward and settles himself down. He once again plops his back against the brick wall and peers over his right shoulder back at the camera.

“Even after religiously informing you poor bastards of what I want, I still hear hundreds of the same question. The reason, once again, is someone needs to make EVPW better, back to what it used to be. With someone with as big of a name as myself, it should be no problem at all to gain numbers to my side. There's already a very poor stable running around here, they have lost members and their leader doesn't do anything but go on and get bitches pregnant, and now he “demands” a “litter” schedule. This will not do, not at all. You see, I'm here to win titles, to get EVPW back to how it used to be, to rule with a few select stars who make the cut. After I win this weekend against the Thunder From Down Under, Scally, you will see just how dominant I can be in my true and original state. As you can see, I don't have my mask, this is because, well I simply don't need it right now. I don't have any asses to kick at the moment. However, every time I'm in an EVPW arena, expect to see that mask, my true identity. The mask will be an item to strike fear into my opponents hearts, and will be respected. Some people who know me and know that I'm working my way back into wrestling say I'm too old, too rusty to cause an impact, but that just reminds me of a saying one of my heroes once said, “If you have passion for what you do, you can make it anywhere.”. I believe in this more than I believe in myself.”

The man who claims that he will change EVPW bows his head once again. He now wears a smirk, and lets out a chuckle.

“With this said, I will make my impact in EVPW and make damn sure that it stays the glorious company that it used to be. No one can stop me, anyone who tries will get demolished. My future is set in stone as well is EVPW's. Aj Scally, you and I are the two last originals left, the two men who knew how this company was before all of this bullshit. We knew real talent, we were real talent, we are the true EVPW. I will restore honor to wrestling as well as glory, those are the only two things real wrestling is about. No one can deny this pure fact. One last time, this Sunday, I will make my mark and the reign of Neo Traditional EVPW will begin. The era of the righteous will change the face of this company forever. Be prepared.”

Slowly the camera begins to fade to black as The Past then waves his body over, standing towards the camera on both feet. He shakes his head and begins to turn around just as the feed falls to pitch black.

[†Tripp†]

The camera angle drops down to show the commentating booth where EVPW's official commentary team consisting of Jimmy Pate and Ray White sit. Jimmy Pate then begins to talk about the match that had just taken place in the evpw ring.

“Well, now we've seen it all. Troy Meadows lost to his mock girlfriend, Kristi, for the custody of their two children. One can only wonder where Kristini goes next. I mean, she did overcome all odds to win here tonight.”

“You've got a point, Jimmy, but now I just wonder who this “Past” guy is. That match is coming up next!”

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The screen shows various angles of a delicious looking pizza that had just been pulled out of a white rustic looking oven. A very Italian looking man is standing in the background twirling this Rollie Finger's styled mustache in between his index finger and thumb. The commercial then ends as the feed of the stream fades to black. The feed comes back to life as it's the same camera angle that was facing the two commentators. They then begin to do their job and hype up the next match.

“Well, it's just moments away from learning who “The Past” is.. Oh, wait.. I think the time is up!”

As Jimmy Pate finishes his sentence, Lizzie Morna begins the match introduction.

“This match is scheduled for one fall and is the debut match back for “The Past”.”

Out of the clear blue, the lights in the arena go out as an eerily familiar heavy guitar riff begins to blast through the speakers. Suddenly, the son erupts into a mosher's paradise as the lights flash back on to their fully illuminated way. The man calling himself “The Past” stands in front of the black curtain of the entrance way. He then begins to make his way down the entrance way. A decent percentage of the crowd stands on their feet cheering while other remain seated, still not grasping who this man is by his entrance music. The Past then reaches the steel ring steps and steps up each one one at a time. Making his entrance into the ring through the top and second rope. He paces the entire length of the ring before snatching a microphone out of one of the ring crew's hand. He then begins to address the EVPW fan nation.

“EVPW faithful. I'm humbled that some of you remembered me just by my entrance music. The rest of you know nothing about the true and pure EVPW. You know nothing of what EVPW was and haven't the slightest clue of what it is destined to be. So, maybe seeing a face will jog your memory.”

The Past drops the microphone to the mat as it makes a loud, static like, thud when it makes impact with the beige canvas. The men then raises his arms over his head to take off his mask and reveal his face to the EVPW crowd to finally put an end to the mystery of just who this man is. The Past then gives a solid yank and off comes his mask. Jimmy Pate speaks what every man and woman in the arena is thinking, his jaw still appearing to be on the floor.

“Oh my god! It can't be! There is no way in hell!”
“It is, Jimmy! He's back! And he looks meaner than ever.”

The camera flashes from the commentators back to the man in the ring and slowly makes it's way from around his back to his front. His head is still hung low, but he slowly begins to move it up. He is now looking the camera dead in it's eyes, if it had any, smirking like only a madman could. The man who has caused all this confusion the last month is none other than the Rated HXC Superstar himself, Tripp.
Contract will be up in the morning.

[Scally]

The camera cuts away from a shock and excited Miami crowd to AJ Scally standing in the back with a microphone in hand. He is wearing his usual green and gold long tights and an Australian cricket shirt. Despite the reveal of ‘The Past’ the Anti-American doesn’t look shocked in fact far from it as the Aussie has a wide smirk.

AJ: Ahhhhh. So the Past finally reveals himself as none other than Tripp. I’m not surprised really. I mean all he did the past few weeks or so was talk about the uprising of darkness and who was synonymous with darkness? The rated EMO superstar Tripp.

The crowd all begin to boo loudly at the ‘Aussie Jew.’

AJ: It is typical of him though to hide behind darkness and mystery not willing to face me until he feels the time is right, I mean after all he is a coward and I hate cowards.

More booing and jeering is heard from those in the arena, a bit louder than before.

AJ: You talk about how you want to make EVPW better? It doesn’t deserve to get better. As I have said numerous times EVPW, specifically the Americans of EVPW, treated me horribly last time I was here full time.

Jeering and booing increases in volume.

AJ: Also this company is hardly ‘destroyed’, if you think it is then I can’t wait to see what you will think of it after I have served my justice on it. It will look worse than the Miami Heat after the NBA Finals last year.

Scally’s smile grows wider as the fans boo the hardest all night so far at the cheap heat.

AJ: You think you’re so great because you have fought the likes of Vladimir Strife, well think again. On the very last show before EVPW closed down its doors for the first I was scheduled to face Strife in a cage match and you know what happened? He no showed. This shows that he is scared of me, while you may have competed against him, I will live in the fact he is scared of me.

The Anti-American hero laughs to himself as the fans boo some, already sick of AJ’s words.

AJ: When you said ‘we were talent’ and ‘we knew talent’ it burned me up bad. I was the talent of EVPW not anybody else, me, me, me! What did I get to show for it? A shoddy tag title as the doors were closing with the most egotistical prick to set foot in a ring in the ‘Batman.’

Scally’s tone has changed to angry as pauses for a second before continuing his rant.

AJ: I was never appreciated by management and especially not by you bloodthirsty ingrate Americans here in Miami or anywhere else in America. I was only appreciated by myself and my entire international fan base who would kill to see me live and couldn’t because EVPW would never go anywhere except the worst country in the world.

Ripping on their home gets the crowd riled up as they jeer and boo as loud as they can.

AJ: You want to restore this ‘once great company’ then good luck I say, but you will have to go through me to get there. Not only that you will have to go to hell as well, but just let you know once more, while both of us are going to hell tonight, only I will come back. See you soon Tripper.

With that a sly smirk comes across the face of AJ as he walks of screen, before it cuts back to Tripp in the ring.

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Loud booing and jeering begins as Epic by Faith No More hits the arena and AJ walks out, wearing what we saw earlier his usual long green and gold tights with an Australian Cricket shirt on. He stops on the stage and looks around at the crowd before shaking his head in disgust. He starts his walk down the ring again, the crowd jeering and booing him.

Lizzie: And his opponent from Newcastle Australia, the Anti-American Hero, AJ Scally.

Lizzie announces rather unenthusiastically, much to the Aussie chagrin as he shakes his head in disgust at her.

Pate: I am still in shock from who 'The Past' is, but it doesn't look like Scally is shocked at all.

White: He said he wasn't shocked earlier but perhaps he was merely bluffing.

Pate: You could be right Pate, but I do know this, this match will be awesome.

By this stage Scally has made his way to the ring, he looks over at Lizzie who is now outside before mouthing ‘tramp.’ After it he removes his cricket shirt and places it in a corner of the ring as the music dies away and near silence is cast over the arena.

[†Tripp†]

This is the first and only One Way To Hell match, Tripp sure got a sadistic mind frame while he has been away.

Suddenly, a large, steel structure is carefully lowered over the ring. The structure is known as Tripp's One Way To Hell cage due to the barbed wire that intertwines steel sides. Only three men stands in the ring, and if you want the EVPW referee's opinion on that, it's still one too many. Unsteady and awed silence continues on while Tripp begins to pull the signature mask he has been wearing the last month back over his head. Aj Scally quickly rushes his opponent while he's still fiddling with his mask, and pushes him into the corner turnbuckle with a barrage of punches to his semi masked face. The Anti American Hero then jumps onto the second ropes in front of his victim and begins to pummel him with straight right hands to the forehead. Tripp has had enough, he under scoops Scally's legs and hoists him up before taking a big step forward and flinging Aj from his shoulders. Scally's back hits the mat like a ton of bricks as JVT drops to his knees and finishes this tedious process of sorting out his mask.

I thought Scally had already gotten the better of the veteran, Tripp, but he turns it around with a huge powerbomb so early in the match! I can't even wait to see what happens next.

That Anti American Doo-doo head got what he deserved! Even if Tripp is a jerk now, I'm happy he landed that powerbomb.

Tripp shakes his head, having a couple of birds flying around it from Scally's barrage of right hands just seconds ago before he gets back up to his own two feet. On the other hand, Scally has rolled over to his stomach and looks as if he is almost ready to attempt getting up himself. However, JVT lends him an unwanted hand, and begins to pull him up by his long, Aussie Jew, hair. He then grabs a hold of the Anti American's wrist, while he is still groggy, and flings him towards the ropes. Aj bounces off them and gets repelled back towards his sadistic opponent. Tripp bends at the knees and catches Scally in a spinebuster like hold before he turns around and attempts to finish the move into the barbed wire cage! Scally, wanting no part of that, rakes his opponents eyes, making him temporarily blinded as he drops to a knee as Scally lands in his feet. JVT stands back up, still with a hand over his face due to Scally's eye rake, but this is a rookie mistake. Aj quickly runs to the opposite ropes and gets flung back towards his opponent. He then jumps into mid air and springs out his feet, meeting Tripp's back for an excellent drop kick and pushing him face first into the barbed wire cage.

Oh my god! How can any man do that to another? Tripp's face was just planted into that barbed wire!

Well he is the one who wanted this match, Jim Jim, maybe, after that, he's reconsidering his newly found “extremist” ring style.

Aj Scally kneels on the mat before Tripp, watching him squirm in discomfort against the barbed wire cage. Suddenly, like one crazy bat out of hell, JVT rips his head backward. Scally's and the entire crowd's jaws hit the floor as that was one messed up action. Tripp turns to face his opponent, blood dripping down his face already with like plastic chunks of his mask missing, probably still stuck on the barbed wire he had ripped it off of. He then just stands there, grinning ear to ear at Aj. The Anti American hero puts a hand up, as to signal Tripp to back off as Scally scoots backwards and away from him. Out of the clear blue, a loud buzzer echoes through the arena as one of the EVPW ring crew slides a steel chair in the specialized slot. The chair slides between the ring mat and bottom rope before picking it's resting place, mid ring. JVT and Scally look down at the weapon before looking back towards each other. Aj then lunges forward and grabs a hold of the steel item as Tripp then grabs a hold of his head. The Anti American Hero, thinking on his feet, quickly jabs the steel chair into Tripp's ribs, causing him to bend over. Aj then reaches his vertical base and quickly brings the chair up and over his head before he swings his arms down with as much momentum as he can muster, sending the solid item across his opponents back with a sick, metallic, thud being caused on impact.

No! Someone has to stop this, Tripp's vertebra has to be in a million pieces after that sick chair shot from the Anti American, Scally!

I have a bad feeling both men are going to be torn to shreds after this match, Tripp is already half way there.

Well if you want a reason to stay retired, Tripp, there it is!

With a tight grip of the steel chair's leg, Scally places the tip of the back piece against the ring mat and leans against it, much like a man using a cane. The crowd begins a chant of approval of this sick match, “Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit!” smacking the feet against the ground and the barricades respectively. The official referee of the match, Alan Johnson, kneels next to the downed JVT, and checks for signs of consciousness. Tripp, who must have thought it was Scally, grabs the referee by the throat as he pops up to a knee. He then continues to stand and lift the EVPW official over his head before slamming him down to the ring, performing a sick chokeslam. Tripp lets out an intense yell as if he had just been reborn in this match up.

Oh, no! Damn it, Tripp! That was the damn referee! Why'd you do that? I think Alan might need some medical help after that.

Well good luck getting it to him, I don't think any man wants to stand between these two and roll him out of the ring. Looks like we're not going to get an official winner anytime soon with him being knocked out.

JVT stares down his opponent, Scally, who still has a chair in his hand. The capacity crowd is going absolutely berserk, having already seen someone get busted open and having the referee chokeslammed down to the mat with authority. If there is a god, only he knows what is going to happen next.

[Scally]

AJ continues to look on in shock as the crowd continue to go berserk. The Aussie snaps out of his shocked state and moves over to the now fully risen JVT however, his momentum is halted as ‘The Past’ wraps his big right duke around the neck of the Anti-American. Unlike the fallen Alan Johnson AJ is able to avoid a deadly chokelsam by raising his right leg upwards in between the big man’s legs and forcefully kicking him where its hurts. JVT is forced to let go of his opponent’s neck as he falls down to his knees holding his downstairs region as the crowd boo loudly.

Pate: A low blow! Scally went downstairs and that has got to hurt Tripp.

White: Not if you hit it right.

Pate looks on in disgust at his partner’s comments before refocusing on the match. After performing the low blow the ‘Aussie Jew’ has stumbled back towards the wall of the cage before stopping himself so as to not hit the barbed wire surrounding him. As soon as he maintains his composure the Aussie Aerialist begins to dash at the Tripper. Much like earlier AJ’s momentum is halted but this time it is halted from a swift spear as JVT jumps forward at Scally wrapping his arms around the waist of his opponent and slamming him hard to the mat below as the Miami natives all cheer.

Pate: What a desperation spear from Tripp, this could well change the momentum in his favour.

White: It well could, but with referee Alan still out from the chokelsam earlier it may not matter much.

Both men are down now as the fans rise in anticipation of what will happen next; this anticipation is broken by a sound we heard earlier. “Bzzzzzzzzz!” The buzzer sounds off signifying another weapon will enter the fray. The lucky outside official picks up the designated weapon and slides it in the hole and into the ring. Those in attendance begin to cheer as they see what the weapon is.

Pate: Oh my! A Sledgehammer has entered, whoever can use it first will definitely be in the driver’s seat going forward.

White: No doubt Pate and both men have now slowly risen to their feet and have equal opportunity of getting to it first.

Ray is right as both men are now on their feet leaning against the ropes opposite each other. They both spot the hammer and AJ charges off after it. Much to the bemusement of those in the arena, Tripp lets his Aussie opponent reach the hammer unopposed. As soon as the Anti-American reaches the new weapon the fans understand why Tripp did what he did. As soon as AJ picks up the hammer his face gets acquainted with the right boot of JVT causing him to fall backwards and roll the edge of the ring.

Pate: Smart move there by Tripp realising Scally is much quicker than him so he lets him get to the hammer before hammering him with a big boot.

White: It was indeed smart and now Tripp has the sledgehammer in his hand.

Tripp brings the hammer close to him before a wide smile comes across his bloodied face. After thinking about what sick thing he will do JVT slowly walks over to his opponent who has now risen. Scally however, has his back to the hammer wielding maniac and instead of turning and meeting his opponent face to face Scally turns and meets the sledgehammer face to face causing him to crumble in a heap.

Pate: What a shot from the sledgehammer by the sick and sadistic Tripp, that has to have busted AJ open.

White: I really hope it didn’t.

Much to the chagrin of White the camera shows AJ’s now bloodied face on screen causing the fans to all cheer loudly. The smile on “The Past’s” face from earlier has now grown even wider at the sight of his own sick work but JVT is far from done as with one hand he props up the Anti-American against the ropes before slamming the hammer hard into the Aussie’s ribs causing the Anti-American Hero to make a very unheroic fall to ground close to the centre of the ring. AJ begins to splutter and cough perhaps trying to breathe again after being winded from the hard hammer shot.

Pate: Another hard shot from Tripp and he doesn’t look like he is stopping anytime soon.

White: Oh no Scally’s face is a mess.

Tripp begins to laugh manically as he methodically walks over to his downed opponent. He stops as he reaches AJ’s head and leans over the top of him before exclaiming “See you in hell!” With those chilling words spoken JVT grasps the hammer with both hands and lifts it above his head. The fans in the arena all begin to yell OHHHH and random expletives sensing something dangerous and brutal is about to happen.

Pate: Dear god no! Don’t do it Tripp! You’re going to kill him!

White: I knew this Tripp fella was crazy but not this crazy.

The fans all rise in anticipation as the ICW alumnus brings down the hammer like he is about to smash a watermelon. A loud thud is heard as the hammer hits the ground hard, but lucky for one man his head isn’t there. At the last second AJ was able to avoid the sledgehammer shot and save his own head in the process. The force from the ground causes Tripp to let go of the hammer and begin to shake his hands trying to rid them of some pain.

Pate: Thank god Scally moved. As much I dislike his personality and attitude in no way shape or form did he deserve to have his head squished.

White: Phew, his good looks were saved.

JVT has now finally shaken off the pain in his hands and now moves over to AJ who is against a set of ropes his back to the former Kure member. Tripp reaches the “Aussie Jew” and grabs him on the shoulder. However, as soon as he does the Aussie turns around and swings hard the steel chair he concealed at the big man’s head. A loud thwack is heard around Miami as the chair connects with the bloodied skull of Tripp as he falls to the ground in a heap. Scally then drops the chair before falling down as well fatigued and sore from this brutal match. The fans watching all begin to cheer and clap at this brutality that they have witnessed before chanting “This is Awesome!!”

Pate: What a sick shot to the skull by AJ.

White: It was brutal but dammit these fans are right, this is awesome!

No one is standing inside hell not even the referee as the fans begin to rise in anticipation of what brutality will happen next.

[†Tripp†]

The faithful EVPW crowd then begins to smack the barricades and stomp on the ground with their feet, once more chanting, “Holy Shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”. Tripp rolls around on the beige ring mat with both hands over his masked face, obviously being in a decent amount of pain after that sick chair shot by the Aussie Jew himself, Aj Scally. The Aussie, on the other hand, stands tall over his downed opponent, panting, but looking extremely pleased with himself that momentum have flopped back to his side of the match. Now, remembering that the only way to win this messed up bout is to completely knockout his opponent, or to make them tap, Scally lifts the chair up over his head once more before swiftly bringing it back down, colliding with the back of Tripp's head. He then stumbles backwards, with the steel chair in hand, and yells to the referee to check if his opponent is still conscious or not.

This could be it right here! I don't see Tripp getting back up after those disgusting chair shots, I don't think any man could to be completely honest.

Well, Jim Jim, JVT has come back a different person, it looks like he put a few pounds of bulk on, maybe some of the fat went to his head.

The referee kneels down next to the fallen EVPW star, and then asks him if he is able to continue. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Tripp's arm shoots up from his side as he grabs the throat of the EVPW official once again. Then after rolling to his knees, he stands up once again, lifts the referee off his feet before powerfully slamming him back down to the mat once again via the chokeslam. Scally sees the perfect opportunity to strike as his opponent is obviously dazed. He charges at the man who had called himself “The Past”, with that vicious steel chair above his head. He forcefully whips it down, connecting with Tripp's back, sending the man face down to the mat yet again. Once more, Scally finds himself standing tall over his opponent, wondering what he will need to do to knock this man out, not like it would matter at the moment anyway because the referee is down and out, himself.

Oh my, I don't know how much more of this I can watch. Bodies are flying everywhere, and no one has control over these two men anymore. God only knows what Scally is going to do next.

I actually think I have a pretty good idea...

Oh, really, Ray? Please do enlighten myself and the EVPW fans watching at home.

Hmm, I think you guys and gals can wait, but I see a chair and some lube in his future.. oh, drat, that's my future. Te he.

Jimmy Pate looks just about ready to bitch slap the tits off of his color commentary partner, but settles himself down with a few deep breathes before the pair go back to calling the action that is happening in the ring. Surprisingly, Aj Scally tries to help someone, that someone being the referee. He grabs the back of the man's polo shirt and bounces him up and down a bit, trying to wake him up or getting him back “with it” because the Aussie knows the only way he can win is if the referee is able to give the official call that Tripp is knocked out, or announce the victory via tap out. The referee seems to be slowly making his way back to the conscious as the Anti American Hero sets the chair up to a sitting position right next to JVT's head. He then grabs his opponent and begins to pick up by grabbing onto his head and pulling up. Aj Scally, once Tripp is back up to his own two feet, wraps his arm around the back of his head, and snaps backward, lifting him up into the air right after lining him up with the chair.

Oh, no. He can't do this, it's just too much!

Well there he goes. OH! Suplex onto the chair!

The chair is in shambles in the ring as is the man who landed on top of it, Tripp.

There is literally no movement going on in the EVPW ring as the referee leans in the corner turnbuckle, regaining his barrings. Aj Scally is laying on the ground, looking pretty exhausted. Then we get to Aj's opponent, Tripp, who has not moved a muscle since being suplexed through that steel chair. However, the referee finally gets with it , and he immediately runs over to check on JVT who still hasn't moved. The EVPW official then asks him if he is able to continue, except right after the question, he takes roughly four paces back, not wanting to be chokeslammed for the third time in this match. Just as he seems ready to signal for the bell, Tripp rolls over to his stomach while Scally watches on, looking legitimately pissed off. The Aussie Jew gets to his feet and begins to drag his opponent over to one side of the ring. He then pulls him through the bottom and second rope and begins to push Tripp's face into the barbed wire cage with all his might. Obviously being in quite the amount of pain, JVT begins to flail his legs around as is face is eating the barbed wire. Crimson blood once again streaming down his face as the wire has lacerated him really good this time.

Oh, that is grotesque.. but it's kinda making me hot..

God damn it, Ray.

Finally after what must have seemed like hours for Tripp, Scally releases the grip as Tripp's upper body lies limp on top of the bottom rope. The loud, distinct, buzzer goes off once more as this is the final weapon that will enter the ring. It is a tan bag, obviously filled with something dangerous. The Anti American Hero makes his way over to the bag before opening it and then peering inside of it. A sadistic grin rips across his face while he places the bag back down. He hastily gathers the hammer and the bend to all hell steel chair, placing one on top of the other in the middle of the ring. Scally walks back over to the bag that had just been slid into the ring and begins to pour it's contents onto, and all around, the other two weapons.

Thumbtacks! Why in the world do they need those when the whole cage is wrapped in barbed wire?!

After dragging his opponent away from the ropes, Aj then lifts him up over his head before slamming his body down on top of his hardcore concoction. Tripp balls his hands into fists as his muscles flex, feeling the pain of the thumbtacks digging into his back, plus landing on the hammer and chair did not help any. Aj Scally, wanting to put this match away, runs to the corner turnbuckle and leaps on top of it.

Oh My God!

[Scally]

I am sorry I won't be able to get up another post, I can't think of much at the moment and I have work later, which will finish after the deadline.