Jones vs Violence

[Mighty Man Millson]

Pre Main-event
Knockout Chamionship
Matt Violence Picks the Stipulation
Adam Jones vs Matt Violence
Last week, Adam Jones earned a second shot at the Knockout title, but as per the orders of GM Simmons, Matt Violence will pick the stipulation for this match. Who will prevail to be known as the best Hardcore wrestler in the promotion?
Referee: John Patterson

Promo round ends on Friday

[Matt Violence]

The scene opens up backstage. The first thing that comes into focus is a golden plaque on the door that reads "Matt Violence" which instantly results in a chorus of applause from the fans who are seated in the arena. Without so much as a knock the camera man enters the closed door and steps inside of the Knockout Champion's locker room. Before anyone can see the Ultraviolent King he his heard, his voice is low and it sounds like he is having a normal conversation, however no other voice can be heard intimating that he is on the phone with somebody. As the camera man adjusts to the setting, Matt Violence is seen sitting casually in a steel chair facing away from the camera. His prized EVPW Knockout Championship lay next to him folded neatly on the tiled floor. Hunkered over Matt has his elbow propped against his knee with his iPhone 4s held firmly against his ear. A moment goes by with only the sound of a man's voice on the other line rambling. Approvingly, the Ultraviolent Warrior nods his head before speaking for the first time that is audible to those watching at home and in the arena.

Matt Violence: "Yeah that sounds awesome man!... no, no, yeah I completely accede to what your saying brotha. I knew if I had any dilemma I could always turn to you.... Yeah, sounds good man. Thanks Vlad. "

The fans erupt in a fury of cheers at the sole mentioning the GodKing's name. After not hearing from the King himself, they are thrilled to hear that he is in some way still tied to the federation, and in this case those ties are through Matt. After sliding the end-button over on his touch screen, Matt slides the Apple product into the pocket of his ball shorts and reaches down scooping up the ten pounds of gold, before sliding his arm through it and positioning it comfortably over his right shoulder. As if expecting the camera crew to be standing behind him, the Make-Shift Wrestler spins around with his trademark toothy smile.

Matt Violence: "Sorry for keeping you waiting, I wasn't expecting you for another minute or so. But as I'm sure you heard, I just got off the phone with Mr. Strife himself, and you know when he's not bashing your face in with a slew of deadly weapons, I must say he's a pretty damn nice guy! But anyway, enough with the name dropping for now What I've requested this air time for is not to get my pretty, scarred, bruised, beaten, battered face excreta, excreta. But instead to address a few things about tonight. I'll start off with the match itself. At the wise decision of our General Manager, I've been granted with the opportunity to pick the match type for tonight. As you all know, my brain was racked trying to think of just the right stipulation. In my head I saw cages, ladders, fire, tables, barbed wire, nooses, dog chains and all this other crazy shit popping in at once. But then I sat down and took a minute to ponder a bit more about it all. I began to think, I know, 'Matt Violence thinks?' sounds crazy but I do have at least 300 brain cells left somewhere. So I thought to myself, is all that mumbo-jumbo really a good idea considering what I've been through this last past month?

I mean really. So far I've had my body battered on the concrete floor in a No-Count Out Match with Troy. Then, the Pitbull Alexander, he... well he didn't do much. But hey, the week after that Adam Jones nearly hung me out to dry over the top rope. Then in the subsequent week Hawk beat me with tables ladders and chairs before Crazy Boy rattled me throughout a steel cage just YESTERDAY! So that's where my buddy Vlad came in. I needed a little help decided what match type would have a good level of entertainment for the fans, but at the same time would help preserve my well being so I can live to wrestle for you all another night! But you'll have to wait until later before I reveal the match type, SUCKAS!"

Matt lets out a small chuckle then readjusts his title.

Matt Violence: "Next, I'd like to talk about Adam Jones. AJ, no lie I respect you ten times more than I do half the roster in the back. Two weeks ago at Global Domination we put each other through hell and back, then to hell again and back again! Together, we stole the show from every other wrestler in the back and we helped put Hardcore Wrestling back on the map! You showed me that you wanted this belt just as bad as I did. After defeating you in a hard fought battle it felt ten times more amazing than it would have if I wrestled anybody else for it because at least with you I know I had to fight my hardest, be on the top of my game to do it! It wasn't just a walk in the park, it feels tremendous knowing that I earned it. So tonight, I want nothing different. Come to the ring with the same passion, the same fire in your eyes and intensity in every movement you make! Because, AJ, I promise you the same from me. May the best man win!"

With those last words Mr. FuckHisDayUp himself stares into the lens until the feed comes to an end.

End. Had Vlad's permission to use him.

[Mighty Man Millson]

The scene opens up with the exuberant smiling face of EVPW's resident interviewer, Lizzie Morna, a slight pop from the fans in the Sun Life Stadium, Miami, resonating around the arena. Lizzie lifts her EVPW logo'ed microphone to her cherry red lips, before adressing the fans in attendance and watching via the internet.

My guest at this time is the number 1 contender to the Knockout title, Adam Jones.

The crowd emit a large pop as the self-professed Hardcore Icon of Eagle Vision walks into view, standing tall as he faces Morna, adorning a grey Hardcore Icon t-shirt and black sunglasses. AJ lets a smile envelop his face as he hears the pop from the partisan crowd, even in the far depths of the arena, and he places his sunglasses artfully over his forehead, going eye to eye with his interviewer, who asks her first direct question.

Adam, after your win last week, you have earned yourself a shot at the Knockout title tonight. How does it feel?

Lizzie, before I answer that question, I would like to adress something very close to my heart. I'm sad to report that there has been a death this past week and it has really affected me, not to the point of withdrawing from this match, but it is a death that has slightly shaken me up, not that I'm trying to make an excuse if I lose tonight. I'm sad to report that after only one appearance on EVPW television, The Icon Speaks is dead, cancelled after only one episode by the General Manager, John Simmons.

The crowd boo, as Jones suddenly looks up and smiles, winking at the camera, before answering the actual question directed to him by Lizzie Morna.

But to answer your question, it feels great. Everybody knows about my mission to bring Hardcore back to EVPW and everybody knows that the mission is reciprocated by my opponent tonight, Matt Violence. Last time we met, we put on the kind of show that the Eagle Vision of old used to put on and this time, me and Matt are going to do the same thing, but maybe to even bigger proportions. It depends on what match stipulation Matt chooses for tonight. But you see, there's a massive difference between a weekly show and a PPV. Everybody raises their game for a PPV, so all you Hardcore fans out their are going to bust your wanking arms, because we will be that damn good.

The crowd laugh, with the classy Morna reeling slightly from the crudeness of the Hardcore Icon, only to regain her composure and ask a second question.

OK, anyway, my second question is this. After hearing the comments that Matt Violence aimed at you earlier in the night, do you have a reply?

Of course I do. You know me Lizzie, I'm pretty proud of my own voice and anytime anybody says something about me, I'll have words to say. But thankfully, tonight, I only need to say good things about my opponent. I'm glad to hear that Matt respects me 10 times more than the rest of the locker room, because I feel the exact same way. Me and him, we're from the same cloth. We've hardly had easy rides to the top, but we've got here, to one of the main events of Prelude to Madness, fighting for one of the best damn titles EVPW has ever created. He doesn't care about putting his body at risk, because he wants to keep the fans entertained and by God, I respect that more than anything in the world, because that's the same principle I have. Tonight, we're going to be at each other's throat, but I hope we can share a drink afterwards, because me and Matt are in my eyes, the only thing keeping this company in the glory days.

The crowd cheer at this tirade and AJ's smile engulfs his face to a greater extent now, as Morna prepares her third and final question.

OK, my last question, if you win tonight, what do you expect from John Simmons?

The crowd boo as Jones raises an eyebrow at the interviewer, before looking down and rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

You know what, Lizzie? I just don't care. As it says in my song, 'I don't care what you think of me, I don't care what you think you are, I don't care what you think is right anymore, I won't be what you want me to be'. And John, I know that you don't want me to win the Knockout title and I know that if I win it, you'll try and make sure I lose it as quickly as possible, but that's just not going to happen, because whatever you've thrown at me, I've come back from and eventually, you're going to piss me off to the point that I go backstage and drag you out of your office, bring you to the ring and then beat you to within an inch of your life. Because I'm the Hardcore Icon, and while EVPW... NEEDS... MORE... HARDCORE, it also NEEDS... LESS... SIMMONS! Adam out.

Jones stares at the camera one last time, obviously directing the glance towards the General Manager, before exiting the interview area.

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[Matt Violence]

It almost seems that after nearly two hours of an action packed card, that the night can't possibly get much better. Slipknot's "Before I Forget" sounds throughout the arena and reminds everybody that the night is indeed going to get that much better. Instead of his trademark entrance while Corey Taylor screams "Go" the song plays well into the first verse before any sign of the Ultraviolent One is made. The black curtain is swiped away by a black steel chair, allowing MV a clear path to walk through. The fans applause wildly at his appearance, but even more wild when they see that the steel chair Matt now holds over his head is more than just a typical steel chair. It's none other than his infamous razor blade steel chair, the same one that tore the Pureblood Skull to shreds about a year ago.

Lizzie Morna: "Introducing first, he is EVPW's first ever Knockout Champion! Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ladies and gentlemen give it up for Matt Violence!"

Give it up for Matt they do indeed. The Philadelphian lowers the chair to his side and lets it drag behind him as he strides to the ring. Struggling to keep his title slung over his shoulder, Matt still acknowledges his fans and reaches out for the stretched out hands, making sure he makes contact with as many fans as he possibly can.

After making his way down the short entrance way, Matt tucks the modified weapon under the turnbuckle, blades facing up towards the ceiling then hops up onto the apron. With a smug smile across his face, MV strides along the edge of the ring to the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope whilst raising his championship above his head with both hands. He stays motionless for a few seconds, allowing his fans to capture pictures of him before stepping down and entering the ring. The ref subsequently approaches him and holds his hands out for the title and Matt gives it to him but not before giving the title a kiss on it's main plate. Matt then moves towards the ever-so beautiful Lizzie and receives the microphone. The fans hush down as Matt starts to speak into the microphone, all ears eagerly listening wanting to know what Matt mat has chosen to defend his title in.

Matt Violence: "Ladies and gentlemen, the GodKing has spoken! He told me that each and everyone of you would like to get as close to the action as possible? Is he right?"

They all respond with a hardy shouting of "FUCK HIS DAY UP!" The screaming of his Howl tag jerks out a slight chuckle from Matt as he continues on with what he was going to say.

Matt Violence: "I thought you all might like that, so let's make it happen! Tonight, I defend my title in a Falls Count Anywhere match! No rules, no count outs, and certainly no limitations! So, Adam, lets get this show on the road brother man!"

Very politely, Matt walks back over to Lizzie and hands her back the EVPW logo labeled microphone before finding his corner and performing some last minute warm ups.

tbc; Adam "Mother Fucking" Jones

[Mighty Man Millson]

A rather mixed reaction resounds from the hallowed halls of the Sun Life Stadium, Miami, with some sections of the crowd, cheering for a likeable competitor, others booing for the sole purpose of supporting Mr. fuck his day up. AJ appears on the stage and stares down at his feet for a few seconds, before looking upto the squared circle and nodding his approval for the match Matt suggested. Jones then begins to walk down the ramp, slapping hands with the front row fans as he is officially introduced.

And the challenger, weighing in at 215lbs, from Boston, Massachussetts, he is the Hardcore Icon, Adam Jones.

After the formal introduction is over, Adam reaches the ring and stares up at the Knockout champion, before sliding into the ring itself and raising his arms skywards, another mixed reaction ensuing. Matt V passes his title to the official in charge of this contest, John Patterson, and the man in the zebra stripes shows it to the Hardcore Icon, who stares at his reflection in the nameplate and nods, the official then showing it to Violence, who pats the title, knowing it could be the last time he sees it in his possession. Patterson gets the title out of the squared circle, before signalling to the tiempeeker, who rings the bell to get the contest underway.

TBC- Good luck, mate

[Matt Violence]

The two athletes stand still, even after the bell chimes rapidly twice. Like sponges, they just sit there and absorb the electricity in the atmosphere. The split audience fills the arena with warm, enthusiastic cheers as they prepare themselves for what is sure to be one hell of a spectacle. Then finally, the two titans of the hardcore world meet in the center of the ring both sealing their respect for one another with a handshake. That all takes the backseat however as they simultaneously begin to throw bomb-like first at one another. Much to the displeasure of the Knockout title holder, Adam earns the upper hand rather quickly after cleverly deciding to mix things up and outmaneuvers Violence by changing levels and tackling the Ultraviolent Virtuoso to the canvas with a perfectly executed double leg take down. Matt seems to panic a little at his adversary’s offense and turns on his stomach in an attempt to scramble back to a vertical base. His efforts prove to be in vain as Adam grabs him by the legs and sucks him closer towards him before throwing his left leg over; successfully mounting the champ. Adam Jones clenches his fist tight balls, turning his knuckles a flush white color before he begin to rain down thunderous blows to Matt’s face. With each strike MV’s head is driven to the relentless canvas, he soon leans after the first to blows to cover up. The final six or seven shots that Adam dishes do very little damage as the Philadelphian does an outstanding job at deflecting the fists away from any major areas.

Ray White: “Oh noes! Matt is in some trouble here, Adam is really giving it to him here!”
Jimmy Pate: “That’s the name of the game! Matt said himself this wasn’t going to be easy.”

Adam changes tactics and starts to drag his friendly-foe to his feet. Once on his knees Matt exploits a surge of energy. He jumps upward and drives his boney shoulder deep into the sternum of the number one contender. Instead of dumping the Hardcore Warrior to the canvas with a Spear, Violence scoops the 225 pound athlete clean off his feet and begins to dash with him slung halfway over his shoulder. After just a few seconds of running, Matt reaches the far corner closest to the announcers table and lowers his shoulder down before driving Adam’s spinal column to the sparsely clothed covered metal turnbuckle. Matt steps back a little as Adam drapes his arms around the top ropes, his mouth making an “O” shape as he gasps in agony. Not intending on letting him rest, Matt presses on AJ’s chest, securing him in the corner before raising his open hand high in the sky. Faster than the speed of light itself, MV lowers his hand down across Adam’s chest, welting it and busting the capillaries beneath the skins surface. Matt sluggishly brings his hand back up and goes for a second crop, however, Adam learns his lesson fast and swats the strike away. In a flash, the Boston native reaches for the back of MV’s head before spinning out of the corner and shoving Violence into it. Adam bends down and wraps his arms around Matt’s knees before sliding him into a seating position on the uppermost rope. A fast fist to the face nearly knocks the champion off of his precarious perch but he tucks his feet behind the rope for added stability.

Adam now mounts the second rope and begins to guide his adversary’s head underneath his armpit, perhaps preparing Matt Violence for a Superplex. We may never know however, because Matt slugs Adam in the ribs and wiggles his head out. To the horror of all the AJ fans in the arena and those sitting at their computer desks watching at home, MV puts a hand on Adam’s chest and his rear end then thrusts with all the strength he’s got; shoving Adam off his high horse and over the top rope. On his dreadful decent, Adam waves his arms ferociously as if hoping he could take flight and save himself from the collision, but as he and everybody else with half a brain knows his efforts are futile. His head very violently crashes into the steal security gate and bounces back before he falls in a motionless heap on the cold, concrete floor. The sickening sound of AJ’s head hitting steal, followed by his body hitting concrete reverberations sickeningly around the jam-packed arena.

Jimmy Pate: “Good lord! Adam just nearly lost his head from that fall! I’ll be surprised if this match goes on much longer after that. These two guys are perhaps the strongest, most determined athletes we have but nobody can have much left in the tank after withstanding a fall like that! ”
Ray White: “I have to agree with you on this one! I think yet again Matt will come out on top. Hate to see it end so soon, there was some good back and forth action being displayed by these two! I was enjoying this more that Twinks in Taiwan 2!”

Jimmy shakes his head, not wanting to comment, ask or even think about Twinks in Tiawan 2.

Meanwhile, Matt has now dismounted the top rope and worked his way to the other side of the ropes. Already beads of sweat are seen forming around his brows, clearly showing how much of a fight these two are putting each other through so early in the match up. With his mind set on causing more bodily harm to his fellow hardcore opponent, the Make-Shift Wrestler runs along the apron, drawing closer to his writhing adversary. At the last second he possibly can to ensure he can reach Adam, Matt hurls his own body into the air. While on his swift decent to the ground, Matt raises the point of his elbow and aims it directly at Adam. The boniest part of his arm lands squarely on Adam’s chest, the rest of Matt’s body clunks against the rough, unpadded concrete uncomfortably. They both begin to roll in place on the ground, licking their wounds like two new born pubs while chants of “This is awesome” fill the arena.

tbc; good luck to you as well mate.

[Mighty Man Millson]

Both competitors remain planted on the arena floor as the repercussions of the Elbow Drop from the apron take effect, Violence writhing in pain, AJ now laying supine, unmoving. With the crowd buzzing in excitement after the frantic start to the contest, it's the Ultra Violent Superstar who stirs first, slowly clambering to his feet and wasting no time in grabbing the mane of the Hardcore Icon, before lifting AJ to his feet. With no absence of malice, Violence runs towards the ring post, throwing Jones face-first into the steel as he nears it, AJ trying to protect himself by throwing his hands in front of his face, but all to no avail, as he hits the post with a loud clang. The Bostonian staggers backwards as the crowd cheer, Matty V now knowing what everybody else in attendance knows... he's in control. Violence backs this notion up with a clubbing fist into the back of the Hardcore Icon's head that sends AJ sprawling onto his hands and knees, before planting a boot into the midsection of the Knockout title challenger, a grunt of consternation emitting itself from Adam's lips. Violence raises his arm to another large pop from the Miami crowd, before once again picking Jones up by the scruff of the neck, this time walking up the entrance ramp with the Hardcore Icon trailing behind.

Remember guys and gals, this match is a Falls Count Anywhere match, so these two are entitled to go backstage if they so choose.

But there's so much things backstage that can permanently disfigure AJ's pretty face. I'm going to put a stop to this.

As Jimmy Pate puts a hand on Ray White's shoulder and keeps him in his seat, The Hardcore Icon realises the predicament he's in and wakes up from his slumber, delivering a brutal elbow into the midriff of the Make-Shift Wrestler that doubles the champion over. From this position, the Hardcore Icon takes a few steps back, before sprinting forwards and driving his elbow into the cranial lobe of the Real Life Rocky, his momentum nearly taking the head off the champion, who crumples to the concrete. After a mere moment to shake the cobwebs out of his addled head, AJ begins to plan his next course of action, spotting a handy camera cable and dragging it over to the floored champion, before predictably draping it around the neck of the Ultra Violent Superstar and pulling backwards, attempting to choke the life out of the Philadelphian. The crowd emit a small corus of boos as Jones tries to choke out Violence, not exactly regarding the use of a wire as fair play, despite there being no disqualifications in this contest. However, ignoring the protests of the crowd, AJ continues to utilise the cable and quickly sends the veteran a shade of purple, the oxygen supply to the brain cut off by the thin but durable nylon strand.

Matt Violence is by no means the Knockout champion for nothing, though, and Jones quickly realises that, as the innovative Violence flails his hands around, feeling for an object he can use against the Bostonian, finding one in the shape of a discarded screwdriver amid the cameras lining the entrance ramp. With his blood flow reaching critically low levels, Matty V jams the implement into the thigh of the Boston Brawler, AJ resonating a scream of agony around the entire arena, releasing the cable as he does so. Jones falls to the ground and curls up, clutching at his now incapacitated limb, as the champion takes in large breaths of air, allowing the oxygen to seep back into his deprived lungs.

What innovation from the champion, to take that screwdriver and stick it right into the leg of the Hardcore Icon. If he'd let AJ strangle him any longer, this match could very well be over.

I'd let AJ strangle me for as long as he wanted, although I don't know if he's into that thing. Either way, I'd enjoy it.

Violence takes a few seconds to compose himself, gather his thoughts and let precious oxygen into his system, before hauling himself upto his full verticality, with the help of the guard rail, as the Hardcore Warrior lies on the entrance ramp, still groping his injured left leg. Never one for technical prowess, Violence merely saunters over to his title challenger and stomps on the left leg of the Hardcore Icon with his wrestling boot, AJ screaming in agony once again. A devilish glint appears in the eye of the Ultra Violent Superstar as he once again lives up to his moniker, grabbing the injured leg and hoisting it into the air, before dropping back-first to the entrance ramp, throwing AJ's foot onto the steel as he does so, DDT'ing the left stump of the Hardcore Warrior. The vibrations along the entire limb produce an almost instantaneous wail from the challenger, who turns onto his front and rocks backwards and forwards, instinctively trying to relieve the pain anyway he can, but failing with every attempt. As he rolls around on the ramp, Matty stands erect and reaches over the security rail, pulling an empty steel chair over the divider and lifting it into the air for all to see, a pop from the crowd the effect of such a gesture. Like a baseball batter, he swings the steel chair a few times, trying to determine the weight of the implement, before walking over to the Hardcore Icon and smashing the weapon down onto the left leg of the Boston Brawler, nearly bending the chair out of shape with the sheer force of the lusty blow. AJ almost falls unconcious from the shock of the impact, his leg now severely damaged at the hands of the Ultra Violent Superstar, who continues to maintain the control in this gruelling bout.

TBC

[Matt Violence]

A smile of satisfaction grows large on the face of the Knockout title holder. He chucks to steel chair to the side and one last time drives the sole of his shiny, black leather wrestling boot into the knee of his adversary’s already tender knee. A grunt of pain escapes from behind Adam’s lips and he brings his knee closer to his chest and hugs it in a desperate attempt to both shield and sooth the throbbing limb from any more punishment. That seems to go just fine with the Violent One as he instead travels around AJ’s body, stopping at his head. With two hands, the man who has pretty much dominated the entire match cups both sides of the challengers dome and begins to lift him to his feet. Another load moan comes from the Hardcore Icon’s mouth as he is now forced to stand on the battered leg. Adam cringes in agony as he is coerced in to hobbling up the entrance way at the mercy of the Relentless Warrior. While nearing the black curtain Matt firmly plants his feet into the ground beneath him and chucks the Bostonian threw the ever-so mysterious black curtain, where he then collapses to the ice cold, concrete floor behind it; his knee not yet ready to support his weight. With a motivated swagger the youngster begins to follow his prey backstage, but as his hand goes to swipe away the black curtain, he mysteriously stops dead in his tracks.

With an enormously malicious grin etched in his mug Matt turns his head as far around as it can humanly go. His eyes glow oddly at the sight of the ring, the same please he was eager to shun keeping the action contained in. With purpose in his step, he begins to walk back to the ring, not even bothering to bring his opponent along. As he draws closer the fans begin to realize what it is he really wants. The razor coated metal equalizer. Out of anticipation the fans give a loud pop, ready to see Matt’s famous weapon of choice be put to work after so many months on the shelf. Both hands grip the legs of the chair before he holds it high above his head for the masses to see. At a much faster pace than before, the Champion hurries towards the back. With only a few steps to go, MV is surprised by a charging Adam Jones. In less than a split second the Philadelphian is tackled to the ground after receiving a vicious shoulder blade to the sternum. The force is so tremendous that the metallic weapon goes airborne and lands just a few inches shy from the four-sided hell. Taken his own fair share of damage, Jones rolls from on top of Matt and to his bag, yelping in pain and holding his hurt knee in the process. Once again the two find themselves side-by-side, dealing with their own hellish pain.

Jimmy Pate: “Damn, what a rookie mistake on Matt’s part. He gave his opponent time to recover and that is never a wise decision. And that’s especially when you find yourself up against the dangerous Adam Jones. This battle is surely one of the match of the year candidates; I don’t even think there’s a question about that!”
Ray White: “No kiddin’ silly. These two young, gorgeous men are certainly giving it their absolute all hear tonight! I just really hope they neglect to use that razor blade steel chair! That could really alter their strikingly beautiful faces! I would hate to see that!”

Matt falls prey to a fit of uncontrollable coughing as he lay on his side, holding his abdomen from the shock of the unbearable spear. Always one with a strong will to go on; Adam battles through the pain and manages to drive himself to stand. His face contorts with an expression reading nothing but pain as he takes a soft step forward, then another, and another. He reaches Matt Violence and forces him to a stand. While holding on to the back of his adversary’s Adam swings an elbow straight to the jaw Matt. If it weren’t for Adam’s added resistance, Matt would have most definitely gone stagger back, but Jones instead holds on long enough to deliver two more swift and powerful elbow strikes to the face. The Make-Shift Wrestler can’t withstand any more punishment and crumples to the floor once again, this time with his face to the ground. Content with his actions, Adam flairs his arms weekly in the electric atmosphere and receivers a hesitant cheer from the audience. Adam lowers his arms, satisfied with what the fans allotted him. Adam drops easily to his knee, making sure not to hurt his knee any further. The Boston Brawler wraps MV’s head with his right arm, enveloping his dome underneath his armpit. Jones begins to work for a vertical stance and successfully bring the middleweight athlete to a DDT-like position.

AJ begins to backtrack towards the ring, forcing MV to follow in suit but against his will. Now out of the entrance way and next to the ring Adam drops to his back with lightning fast quickness, thus driving the crown of the Ultraviolent Superstar’s skull into the unforgiving, unyielding floor. The stadium is filled with the gruesome sound of human bone ruthlessly colliding with concrete. One contact Violence’s body appears to go limp, his body left sprawled out his arms and legs spread wide apart. Adam lifts his back off of the floor, coping with the mild pain left running down his spine. Adam reaches over and grabs a hold of MV’s deadly weapon before mounting the back of MV as if he were a stallion. The fans gasp in horror as they realize what the merciless Boston resident is preparing for the Champion; a taste of his own bitter medicine. Artfully, Adam tosses the chair up and flicks it, flipping the weapon so the razors point down at Matt’s body. He catches the weapon perfectly, his hands carefully clasping both sides of the weapon. Without so much as an ounce of remorse, Adam lowers the chair against Matt’s clothed back and begins to sway back and forth with it.

Ray White: “No, no, no! This is just unbelievably sick! I’ve seen this weapon used plenty of times by Matt and it never turned out well for his opponent. Christ, after he used it on Skull, he disappeared for God only knows how long! This is just one of those weapons you shouldn’t see used in wrestling, much like Vladimir Strife’s screw gun or even Nicholas Carson’s chlorine gun.”
Jimmy Pate: “You’re for once, 100 percent right Ray! Maybe after feeling this Matt will know what it feels like and will think twice before using this on his next unlucky opponent! But who knows it may only motivate him to put it to good use next time, knowing how effective it really is! Either way I’d fuck myself if I was in Matt’s shoes right now. God I don’t know how these men do it to themselves.“

The sheer pain seems to wake Matt from his previous unconscious state. His head instantly pops up off the ground and his jaw stretches wide allowing a stomach turning scream to flow out. The gruesome sight unfolding in front of them horrifies the fans and some even cover their eyes and ears, manifestly not enjoying the scene they see before them. Like a hot knife through butter, the razors slice and dice Matt’s frail skin with ease. After thirty seconds or so of inducing punishment, Adam seems to have enough and chucks the modified chair to the side; exposing Matt’s back. His shirt has been ripped to shreds but more importantly, his flesh has been lacerated in countless spots, blood flowing freely from the dozen of open wounds. AJ dismounts to the side of Matt and flips over to his raw back. Whimpering, the Ultraviolent Superstar is covered by Adam. John Patterson drops levels and begins to swing his hand down to the ground.

“ONE!”“TWO!”
“…”

[Mighty Man Millson]

Will have a post up sometime when Whitby gets its power back. Damn English weather.