United Glory Championships - SCW Deathmatch

[skull]

Lizzie: The following contest is your main event of the evening and is a 5 team SCW Deathmatch for the EVPW United Glory Championships.
Introducing the first competitor, Representing the team of himself and Duke Taylor, From Camden London, weighing in at 200lbs, He is the artist formerly known as Skull.... Corrin Cobain!

Skull walks out onto the ramp wearing a pair of pink and black sunglasses, an 'Equinox Is Dead' shirt # and a pair of tights with the words 'The Best Around' written down the leg.

JP: The 1st wrestler to make his entrance and also a last minute addition to the match. Skull or should I say Corrin will team with somebody he has never teamed with before; Duke Taylor.
Ray: Skull doesn't exactly have a good track record with tag partners, either he screws them or they screw him. Hey, I wonder if I could be his next tag partner.

Skull walks down the ramp, receiving a mixture of cheers and boos from the sold out crowd in the Staples Center. He reaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, springing to his feet and waiting anxiously for his opponents.

(TBC by anyone else in the match)

[Rhaps]

The crowd falls deathly silent at the agonisingly long wait for any of the other participants to show up. JP and Ray begin talking animatedly to each other out of sheer boredom whilst TPK uncharacteristically drums his fingers on the desk. Lizzie shrugs her shoulders as members of the EVPW staff throw her an inquisitive look, almost looking to her for answers. A few surruptitious whispers are passed back and forth before a stage hand nods in Lizzie's direction. She mentally registers this before stepping forwards to make the announcement.

Lizzie: Ladies and Gentleman. Since no other competitors have made it to the ring, this match is being declared a no contest and the United Glory Championships will remain vacant.

Lizzie lowers the microphone and shrugs before walking over to the ring ropes. The crowd stand on their feet, a vast torrent of boos and jeers of 'bullshit' chrous throughout the entire building. Unexpectedly, the arena lights are suddenly shut off, casting the building into a luminous haze. A low hum is heard before it breaks out into a crescendo of noise as Psychosocial by Slipknot is instantly recognised by the audience. A collective inward groan is emitted by the audience as two silouhettes are seen at the top of the entrance ramp. One of the men is slightly taller than the other but at the same time, slightly less muscular. The fans instantly recognise who the men are and Lizzie shrugs once more before resuming her position in the centre of the ring. As she raises the microphone to her mouth, all noise ceases to allow her to make the announcement in the pervasive gloom.

Lizzie Morna: Introducing next. At a combined weight of 456 pounds. The team of the Undefeated Behemoth and the Beast Unleashed, Vladimir Strife and Rhaps!

The lights are suddenly turned back on, causing many in the crowd to squint their eyes. Rhaps and Vlad begin walking to the ring, a look of cocky arrogance on their faces. Rhaps says something to Vladimir and he nods heartily in response. Both men point at Corrin Cobain and indicate that he is in trouble by dragging their thumbs across their throats. Vlad takes the lead whilst the Safety Ranger takes a moment to point to his chest, indicating the title belt before resuming his relatively fast pace to the ring. Vlad and Rhaps slide underneath the bottom rope and stand in the centre of the squared circle, confidence brimming off of them as they stand and bask in the heat being thrown at them by the fans. They simply shrug it off as they stand fully erect, remaining implacable and stolid in the overwhelming face of the fans' hostility. Ray is bouncing excitedly beside Jimmy Pate and The Psycho Kid, beholding his favourite tag team of the night as Rhaps and Vlad stand side by side, wearing grim masks of determination.

Ray: They're here Jimmy. Rhaps and Vlad have shown up so we can get this match underway. Who cares about the other teams, I want to see Rhaps and Vlad tear into Skull or Cobain or whatever the hell he wants to be called. There's one reason this audienc is here and that's to see both of those men take some names and break some faces tonight. That's what wrestling should be about.

JP: You know you disturb me, a lot. Whoever dropped you at birth should be punished severely because now I have to deal with your cretinous comments. These fans hate Vlad and Rhaps and with damn good reason. Who could respect Vlad for all he's done in the past and Rhaps, well only a lunatic carves R's into people. I know he hasn't done it recently but he stabbed three people, one of which was supposed to be his good friend. So, Ray, you are very much wrong.

TBC.

[duketaylor]

It Starts With One Thing...

In The End by Linking Park, a familiar tune is now heard blasting throughout the arena. This familiar sound of guitars and drums beating does not put the arena into a state of cheerful pandemonium but a state of heat in the tune of boos and harsh words. The wave of boos only seems to intensify when the long white limousine pulls up out of the corner of the stage area. Yes, the nice, shiny, polished almost mint conditioned "DT" initialed limo pulls up tempting fans in the front row to heave their concessions at it.

The old maybe mid late 50's maybe early 60s limo driver exits before adjusting his tie and collar and heading to the back. The driver wipes off some lint from his sleeve and takes a deep breath before slowly opening the passengers seat.

Like a celebrity, taking his time, Duke Taylor emerges, exiting the limo one foot at a time. The self made millionaire, with his phony smile and arrogant swagger, slowly adjusts his cowboy hat so that it fits to his comfort before pulling out a roll of money. As he struts down the side on his way to the ring, Taylor takes the rubberband of the stack and tosses it on the floor. Taylor then commences to spread the love if you will, by throwing his cash into the crowd.

What had seemed to be a nice gesture and a show of great generosity is only a crude humorous but ignorant joke as the money is only fake play bills which only quickly and further infuriates the crowd.

^-:Lizzie Morna^-:
Introducing next teaming with Corrin Cobain hailing from Arlington, Texas, standing at 6'6 and weighing in at 290 pounds, Duke Taylor!


I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far

^-:Ray White^-:
Duke Taylor, this guy is a real character isn't he? Spreading that fake money and all, boy wouldn't the whole EVPW roster like to split him two? I know I would! With that nice frame and all.

^-:Jimmy Pate^-:
Keep your panties on Ray, and come yourself down. This is Taylor's first PPV and I for one would enjoy watching him busted wide open and beaten like the dog that he really is.

^-:Ray White^-:
I like to be beating him too!

^-:Jimmy Pate^-:
This guy is nothing but a fake. He comes down with his own merchandised material and his big limo and his clothes but deep down he's just like the rest of his kind. Ego maniacal jackases!

^-:Ray White^-:
Well if that's the case, his ass will surely be kicked tonight because he's in the ring with veterans in Vlad and Rhaps who are surely not gonna take it easy on him. Its a deathmatch so he's bound to get hurt!

But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Duke, Duke Taylor marches slowly up the steel steps and still gives the glaring fans his phony, heartless smile before stepping onto the side of the ring. Taylor removes his hat and raises it high into the air, eliciting boos from the crowd before wiping his feet along the apron and entering the ring through the middle and top ropes.

Taylor takes off his jacket and hands that with his "DT" initialed white hat and hands it to a nearby ring attendant. The rookie then looks over at Skull and salutes him which gets him no reaction before turning over at Vlad and Rhaps and taunting them, pointing and giving them thumbs up as the stretch and get ready.

As he waits for the other competitors or at least the bell, Taylor backs up into the nearby corner and takes a seat before laying his head on the middle turnbuckle padding and taking a rest.

TBC

[hawkeye]

Rhaps,Strife, and Corbain are all pacing around the ring,waiting for their next opponent."Lying from You" by Linkin Park blasts through the loud speakers as the lights blink red and blue.

Lizzie Morna:Introducing Third.From Memphis,Tennesee.Weighing at Two Hundred and Fifty Five Pounds,The Extreme Machine,Tyson Gaines!

For the First Time that night,The Crowd has a reason to Cheer as The Extreme Machine appears on the stage wearing his wrestling gear and a white headband.He looks around the arena before glaring down at Vladimir and Rhaps.He pays no attetnion to Corrin as He starts to walk down the ramp.Fans slap him in the arm and back as He goes by on his way to the ring.

Ray:Tyson Gaines.The One Man who might be able to stand against Vladimir and his partner is none other then Jeff Smith.Hey Tyson!Tyson!

JP:Shut Up Ray! Leave the man alone.he came to fight for EVPW Gold not to talk to You.Continuing from where you left off.Tyson's Partner is Jeff "Smitty" Smith.Conbustible Elements all in the ring,At the same time.

Tyson stops at the bottom of the ring steps.Vladimir stares at him as He takes his first step up and climbs into the ring.Vladimir tries to make him flinch by feinting a jump at him.Tyson laughs at him and stretches his arms.

TBCB...Anybody Who's Left?

[Vladimir Strife]

A sullen sound of a bass strikes up, the entrants looking to the ramp.

"Company Always on the run
Destiny is the rising sun"

Agent Tran and Bret Baxton step out of the back and into the light, a look of determination on their faces.

"Introducing the next tag team in our contest... the team of Agent Tran and Bret Baxton... they are... BAD COMPANY!"

The men look to one another and grin as they take a slow and steady walk to the ring. Inside the ring, Rhaps and Vladimir stare them down, neither one forgiving Baxton and Tran for what they've done to them and Baxton still remembering what they've done to him.

JP: This here, is going to be a highly explosive situation. Baxton and Tran took Vladimir out of commission in their debut to EVPW, but Vladimir got revenge by bringing back Baxton's high school bully, the TV champion Ricky Masters. Rhaps, as well, has had his issues with Bret, having revealed he screwed Bret over to make his rise in the business. Baxton later got his revenge though by pulling a gun on Rhaps and threatening to shoot him! If these men are willing to go that far outside of the ring, I can only imagine what they'll do in a match like this where anything is legal.

((Just to go over the rules so everyone understands them. This match sees 3 rings at the middle of the arena. I'll post up the cheesy rendering we have when I can xD. Anyhow, there is no DQ and wrestlers are eliminated on an individual basis. What this means is if your partner is eliminated, you are STILL in the match. The match goes until only 1 team has members left in the match.))

[skull]

Seeing Tran and Baxton, The Kingdom exit the ring and head them off while they are on the ramp.

Meanwhile, in the 'S' ring Corrin whispers something to Duke that sounds like "Lets take him out, he's on his own." After some initial hesitation, he gives Corrin a nod and they both advance on Tyson Gaines.

JP: Well the bell hasn't rang yet but it looks like these two want to take Tyson out of the equation and make this a 3 team match.

Corrin is the first to attack, aiming to spear Tyson, but he is quickly overpowered by his much larger opponent as Tyson picks him up and slams him back down to the mat with a spinebuster. Corrin rolls out of the way in pain but Duke continues to advance on Tyson. Tyson starts to fight back but he is soon overpowered by the might of Duke Taylor who smothers him with an endless round of punches, kicks, elbows and knee strikes.
As Duke continues to beatdown on Tyson, Corrin gathers his wits and climbs up onto the turnbuckle. He positions himself facing away from the other wrestlers then jumps off, performing a backflip in mid air and taking out both Duke and Tyson with a moonsault. They all crumple down in a heap on the mat except for Tyson, who was knocked under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Ray: I don't think Corrin meant to take out his partner with that move, but for some reason he looks pleased with himself.

Corrin is the first to his feet and Duke is not far behind, pulling himself up onto his hands and knees. Corrin sees this as an opportunity and runs at the ropes, rebounding off then running back across the ring and using Dukes back as a springboard to launch himself into a suicide plancha, aimed at Tyson on the outside. Unfortunately, just as he does this, Tyson moves out of the way leaving Corrin nothing to do but crash head-first into the guard rail. Back in the ring Duke can't help smiling at Corrins crash and burn.

Ray: Something tells me these two don't naturally gel together.
JP: Well if my partner had moonsaulted on me and used my back as a stepping stone, I'd laugh when he crashes out. Corrin needs to get it together.

On the other side of the arena, The Kingdom and Bad Company have brawled down the ramp and are now in the 'C' ring. The 'W' ring is empty.

TBC by whoever
(ooc: Thought I'd start it. to any late-comers)

[Vladimir Strife]

Here's the schematic of the SCW deathmatch, as brought to you by our top notch artists and graphics designers.

[TPK/Acid]

As the action rages on in the ring 99 Ways to Die by Megadeth suddenly blares over the speakers making the crowd stand up and cheer instantly, moments later Gnarfflinger and Blanco appear from behind the ramp, Gnarf wielding his trusty frying pan and Blanco wielding his trademark crowbar with a rabbit puppet on the end, they look to one another and nod before bolting toward the action already taking place in the ring.

JP: Well I always say better late than never, course Corbin and Duke Taylor kind of jumped the gun.

Ray: They didn't "jump the gun" they saw thier chance and they pounced on it...nothing wrong with that especially not in this environment.

The two men reach the bottom of the ramp and slide into the ring that Rhaps and Vlad are in, the years of bad blood between Gnarf and Vlad is immediately seen as they rush at one another like a couple of mad men, Blanco and Rhaps begin yelling at one another and before long they are as well brawling.

TBC

(OOC: Not much of an entrance but was just trying to get something going)

[Rhaps]

The match is just getting warmed up as the fans' attention is torn between the nine superstars currently embroiled in combat in the ring. A few mixed cheers are heard as Gnarfflinger the Butcher and his partner in crime, El Conajo Blanco, join in on the brawl. Fists fly everywhere in a flurry as it descends very quickly into sheer-madness. All of the superstars become frenzied as they continue to throw huge left and rights in an unrelenting onslaught of agony against their would-be opponents. Unbeknownst to the participants of the match, most of their punches land on their partners rather than their enemies in the match, the sheer confusion adding up and taking its toll on everyone involved. Another huge fist flies out of nowhere, smashing into Rhaps' face, causing his head to torque to one side, causing his neck to click sickeningly as the vertebrae in his spine scrapes over one another, whining with the agony and effort of the huge uppercut from out of nowhere. Rhaps falls to his knees whilst bodies continually hit the deck around him before springing up again to deliver a fresh stinging shot. A wan smile appears across Rhaps' face as he stands up, another huge right hand blasting the Safety Ranger into his shoulder, the sheer activity and flurry of shots being exchanged making it difficult to know who hit him. Rhaps clicks his knuckles for dramatic effect before unleashing a barrage of lefts and rights on the man in front of him, his fists smashing into the flat of Agent Tran's back, causing him to cry out from the relentless attack at the hands of the Beast Unleashed.

Ray White sighs with hardcore delight as Tran disappears under the sheer magnitude of Rhaps' fury while men continue to move around him, an all out brawl ravaging its way into the centre of the SCW structure. Amidst the chaos, Vladimir Strife and Gnarfflinger single each other out and both huge men begin to rocket one another with massive punches. Neither man bothers to block as they rip into one another, becoming a contest of nerve and steel; seeing as to whom out of the two will yield to the overwhelming ferocity to their opponent's attacks. Suddenly both men dive headlong at each other, both their forearms crashing over their target with a resounding thud. Vlad and Gnarfflinger crash to the mat bodily, both men sighing and breathing heavily as the blunt trauma ripples across their respective chests. The fans are on their feet by this point, the action down in the centre of the building very much heating up.

JP: My God! This is sheer chaos. All nine of these men are hell bent on winning those tag titles and I'm sure this pace cannot be maintained by the stars for very long. They've all gone out early to win this match and I'm not sure if that's the best strategy. However it will pay off for at least one man because the numbers involved are so huge that somebody is bound to get an early advantage.

Ray: I can't tell much of what is happening. Suffice to say I'm in heaven at seeing so much rippling muscle and hardcore intensity currently unfolding in front of my very eyes. This is the type of environment that separates the weak from the strong and my God; this is the best sight I have been graced with in a long time. After I thought EVPW was getting boring and then they pull this out of the hat.

RHD: I'm choosing to ignore most of what Ray said dude but JP raised a good point. The hunger for gold is driving these men to go all out early on and potentially leave nothing for later on in the match man. Not a wise tactic from these dudes and since there is a huge number of participants, the smart thing would be to sit out the main fighting for as long as possible. Let your opponents tear each other apart before picking the bones and going for the win. They should relax and smoke a joint somewhere before risking it all. But I know the people involved intimately, especially Vlad and Rhaps. I know full well that they'll go against the laid back hippie vibes and are more inclined to get involved and inflict as much damage and pain as possible. They definitely won't sit to one side and with Gnarfflinger in the ring everyone is a little more wary. One shot with that frying pan will change the momentum quite significantly man.

The brawling in the two sections of occupied ring slows down significantly as the superstars collect their breaths. ECB and Rhaps back up, their sights firmly locked onto both members of Bad Company. El Conajo Blanco looks at his mentor and nods once, trying to form an impromptu alliance with the Rhapsitastic One in spite of Rhaps' recent attitude towards all of humanity. ECB stares uncertainly into Rhaps' eyes, unsure as to whether he can in fact trust the man who has recently descended into new depths of madness. Bad company continue to stalk, not allowing their opponents time to make a decision, acting instantly to cut off any potential threat to their ascension at the top of the tag team mountain. Bret Baxton steps in, blasting the Rabbit Warrior with a stiff elbow shot to his face, dropping ECB to one knee. Tran and Rhaps square up to one another once more. Rhaps raises his hands and signals for Tran to attack, a maniacal grin on his face as he contemplates what his opponent might do. In the background Rhaps silently registers Tyson Gaines hitting a Snap Suplex on Duke Taylor whilst Corrin Cabain slams into him with a standing drop kick as he stands up.

Rhaps lunges forwards, catching Agent Tran off guard as he clamps his hands over his shoulders. Instantly, Rhaps pushes his entire weight downwards, driving Tran down to his knees in one easy movement. Before he can react, the Safety Ranger slams his knee viciously into his face, a crunch of bone and cartilage being emitted as his nose fractures and snaps to one side. Tran drops to the canvas, holding his face in agony as bright rivulets of blood pool on the mat. Some of the more observant fans grimace at the sight whilst the action remains full on, random pockets of violence and activity still occurring throughout the entire SCW structure. Rhaps turns around to see Gnarfflinger and Vlad picking themselves up to a vertical base uncertainly. The Undefeated Behemoth appears to be a bit shaky on his feet after taking one too many hard shots to the head whilst Gnarfflinger looks comparably better. Rhaps moves instantly, turning on his heel in a blur as he closes the distance between himself and the Frying Pan Wielding Maniac. Rhaps breaks into a run, charging headlong at the huge man before leaping into the air. He lies out horizontally as he rockets towards his opponent. Gnarfflinger shows amazing speed for a man of his size as he deftly steps to one side. Rhaps kicks his feet out, the soles of his boots blasting his partner square in the chest, taking Vlad down with a resounding thud as he careens unceremoniously into the canvas. The Rhapsitastic One stands up immediately, mentally shrugging at handicapping his team's chances of winning the match.

As Rhaps turns around he is met with the smiling form of the Butcher. Gnarfflinger nods once before wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist. Rhaps fights against his iron grip futilely, letting out small grunts of effort and annoyance at his inability to break the butcher's hold. The fans gasp inwardly as The Frying Pan Technician heaves Rhaps' dead weight over his head in an impressive display of strength. The world suddenly blurs for the SIC Warrior as Gnarfflinger slams him face first into the Bambi Killer, both men smashing into one another with tremendous speed. Pain hits them both in a sudden fire, their nerves screaming at their brains as both Rhaps and Vlad lie stricken on the canvas of the 'W' ring. Meanwhile, in the 'S' ring, Duke Taylor shakes the cobwebs after the Snap Suplex. He stands to his feet uncertainly, possessing only a faint outline of what is going on around him. As he stands up; the Butcher acts instantly. Gnarfflinger's fist suddenly smashes into his jaw, blasting Taylor with an uppercut. Duke's head snaps to one side whilst a sharp pain emanates around his throat from the Butcher's attack. Duke Taylor stumbles blindly for a few seconds, staring at the world through bleary eyes as his eyes well over from the sudden pain caused by the Frying Pan Wielding Menace.

RHD: This is like, sheer madness man. So much is happening at the same time that it’s damn near impossible for any of us to be able to call the match. Me smoking that joint earlier didn't help. Rhaps and Vlad are still lying on the mat and haven't been able to really get back into the match after Gnarfflinger took them out and everyone else is like, well hyper. El Conajo Blanco is making his way to his feet in the 'W' ring whilst another three man brawl has broken out between Corrin Cabain, Tyson Gaines and the Butcher. Also, is it just me because I can't seem to see any sign of Bad Company but I can't see much of anything right now man. In a match of this scale it’s very easy to lose sight of everyone but I can't see Bret Baxton or Agent Tran anywhere dude.

JP: I think you're right RHD. They may be smarter than I gave them credit for and they might be taking a breather to allow a few eliminations to take place before swooping in and seizing the advantage. In this sort of environment the winner is decided by a mixture of who can go the whole distance and those who are opportunistic enough to act at just the right moment. Personally I'd be more inclined to say the SCW Deathmatch is more about picking your spot and hoping that your decision pays off in your favour.

RHD: Well Jimmy dude, to an extent every match in between those ring ropes is like, but this right here is like, off the charts man. If you act at the wrong moment there are plenty of other dudes around to make you instantly regret it and shut out your attempt at taking control of the match.

As the three man war continues in the ring, Bret Baxton suddenly rears into view. He jumps up to the ring almost triumphantly, a Singapore cane held loosely in his right, hand. He breaks out into a run, charging the men in the S ring with the deadly weapon held dangerously aloft. He lets out a guttural scream as he brings the weapon down sharply, a ringing noise being emitted as the cane smashes squarely into the Butcher's face, dropping him to his knees instantly as pain filters across the entire expanse of his face. Bret stands over his victim, the cane held over his head ominously as he takes a step or two closer to his prone victim. The Singapore cane rips into Gnarfflinger's back, slamming the big man to the mat underneath. The fans begin booing one half of Bad Company at the twisted display by Bret Baxton, the man holding his hands up in glee as he continues to revel in his demolition of Gnarfflinger. Baxton turns around and unexpectedly sees Tyson Gaines standing behind him. He is taken aback as he stumbles backwards blindly. Tyson bunches his leg muscles before launching himself into the air. He kicks his feet out in front of him, blasting the Singapore cane with deadly accuracy, driving the weapon viciously into Bret's face. Tyson Gaines stands up after a second or two, his hands swooping up the fallen weapon.

He raises the cane over his head, ready to deliver the final killing blow to one half of Bad Company. Abruptly he turns on the spot as Agent Tran seizes his arm before spinning him so Tyson is standing face to face with Bret's partner. Instinctively, Tyson thrashes his arm dramatically, the cane clashing nastily with Tran's throat, dropping him to the mat in a fit of coughing from the tremendous shot across his larynx. The fans stand to their feet once more, a huge roaring applause being emitted at the efforts of everyone involved as more bodies hit the deck before the participants stand to their feet, urging themselves on mentally as they fight both the fatigue and overwhelming pain being inflicted from all quarters. Beretta Baxton holds onto his face as the pain begins to subside into a dull ache. He looks up briefly, seeing that Tyson Gaines has his back to him. The cogs in his mind begin whirring instantly as he shuffles himself forwards, deadly intent registering on his facial features as he finally positions himself against the lone warrior, the man earning some respect amongst the audience for fighting in the absence of his partner, Jeff Smith. Bret raises his arm sharply, his limb impacting agonisingly into the appendage hanging between Tyson's legs. Most of the men in the audience grimace at the sight of the low blow as Tyson sags to the mat, his hands wrapped protectively around his manhood. The men in the audience currently sitting down cross their legs as they try to mentally block the pain that Tyson is currently feeling whilst Bret chuckles evilly to himself as he stands up awkwardly.

Ray: Bret Baxton does it again! Man I love seeing most of these men in action Jimmy. Who knew that all of life's pleasures could be fulfilled in watching a single match? I mean, there's Vlad, Bad Company, the new heel Rhaps. It’s just a shame that the ugly troll Gnarfflinger is participating and he's partnered with the fruitcake that is El Conajo Blanco. Otherwise this would have been my dream match but oh well.

JP: Oh how tragic Ray, you're life will never be the same again after suffering such disappointments. I'm not sure what you think Random Hippie Dude but Ray's disappointment at having to watch these great athletes that don't quite meet his criteria for being sexy might be the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard of. Or Ray's just being Ray and we should ignore him.

Whilst the carnage continues, ECB and Rhaps slowly claw their way to their feet. The strain is already beginning t tell on both men as they try to ease the kinks out from various parts of their body as they look at the action roaring around them. The crowd are on their feet, enthusiastic cheers being chanted at the athleticism and determination being displayed rather than showing support for any particular wrestler. The Rabbit Warrior turns his attention to his mentor, Rhaps' eyes locked onto him making him realise that he has attracted the undivided attention of the SIC Monster. ECB nods to him grimly in a show of respect, knowing that Rhaps won't care about the display of sportsmanship but acknowledging him anyway. Both men race towards each other abruptly, their fists held high in readiness. Both men blast each other with huge right hands at the same instant, causing both ECB and Rhaps to take a step back from the shock of the attack. The Safety Ranger steps forward again, his knuckles being rammed into The Rabbit Warrior's solar plexus with deadly accuracy. ECB staggers backwards and half turns his body. Rhaps circles him, keeping his prey in his sights.

An idea suddenly forms in ECB's mind as he notices something behind the Rhapsitastic One. He keeps his eye level firmly on Rhaps so as to not give away his intentions to his opponent as ECB mentally works through a hasty plan as to achieve his aims. Abruptly, ECB seemingly gives up on it as he breaks out into a run, alarming Rhaps. The Rabbit Warrior's shoulder slams into Rhaps' stomach, rocketing him backwards off the edge of the ring as both men plunge downwards. A murmur of disgust runs through the audience as ECB's spear carries both men off of the SCW structure and into the Thumbtack bath, causing a 'Holy Shit' chant to reverberate around the arena. Several dozen tacks ram themselves into Rhaps' back agonisingly causing him to shriek from the hell currently ravaging his body. A replay is shown on the titantron, depicting the exact moment where both El Conajo Blanco and the Safety Ranger land into the thumbtack bath, the murmur from the crowd being heard audibly in response. Both men writhe and contort into agonisingly sick positions whilst the thumb tacks glisten in the light being cast down.

JP: My God, the pain that both of these fine athletes must be feeling is too painful to even bear thinking about. Of course ECB came off better in that particular exchange but I still wouldn't want to be in his position right now. This has become a true hardcore environment and Ray is currently sat beside me giggling his arse off at it.

Ray: What? Just because I happen to be in this match doesn't make me a sadist. And besides, I know that Rhaps has fought off harder challenges than this and that he's capable of coming back from that and winning. We've seen it before from him and from Vlad as well. That's why they make a very good tag team and they'll definitely have something to prove here tonight.

TBCB Whoever.

[hawkeye]

The Competitors stop for a moment to survey the carnage that is Rhaps and The Rabbit Warrior.Tyson Gaines is stumbling around from the low blow.He bumps into Vlad who suddenly gets pissed off and smacks Tyson in the cheek with his open hand.Tyson snaps upright and holds his jaw.He stares at the Hardcore King and spits out blood.

JP:I Guess Tyson is tired of being disrespected but i dont think he is getting mad at the right person.VLad is not the right person to piss off.Tyson will have his work cut out for him.

Vlad goes for another slap as Tyson rights himself but as Vlad is about to connect with the slap,Tyson uses his right arm and blocks it.He brings his knee up into the gut of Vladimir.He doubles over and Tyson hooks his arms and flips him over.He smacks the mat as Tyson completes his attempted Double Arm Suplex.Vlad writhes in pain as The rest of the men in the three rings notice Tyson and Vlad and start to move towards their direction.Tyson notices and gets ready to defend himself.The Rabbit Warrior has pulled himself out of the thumbtack box and is laying on the mat.Rhaps lies motionless outside the ring with millions of thumbtacks laying around him.Corrin Cobain has gotten in the ring and is standing behind Gaines.He grabs his shoulder and turns Gaines around only to be met with a hard right hand that connects directly with the side of Cobain's head.He crumples into a heap on the mat as the rest of the men have entered the S ring where Tyson is.Bret Baxton has recovered from the throat shot from Gaines and charges him from the side.Gaines sees him but plays possum until Baxton reaches him.Tyson snaps into action and wraps his arms around the midsection of Baxton.Baxton stops and shakes his head no as Gaines lifts him and throws him across the ring.Baxton smacks the mat with a thud and rolls under the ropes.Duke Taylor charges after Baxton does and to Gaine's suprise,manages to land a forearm to the back.At that moment,every other man charges one another and all hell breaks loose.Tyson and Duke roll under the ropes and out to the floor.Duke lands a right hand to the face of Gaines.Tyson stumbles back near one of the Glass Tables.Taylor charges him and Tyson,reacting on instinct,bends down,plants his shoulder on Dukes abdomen and elevates him over his back.Duke crashes through the table and bits and peices of glass scatter.Tyson falls over in exaustion as superstars continue to fight in the ring.

JP:Did You See that?The Rookie,Tyson Gaines just put Duke Taylor through that Glass Table!Looks like its over for Taylor.

TBCB..Anybody(C' Mon Jeff)

[skull]

Corrin regains consciousness, his head still spinning from Tyson's attack. He gets up slowly, experience telling him he wouldn't be able to keep balance otherwise. He looks around the arena at the chaos. He spots his partner lying in the remains of a glass table, with Tyson lying next to him, exhausted. On the other side of the arena he sees Rhaps and ECB lying by the thumbtack bath, apparently enjoying a relaxing session of acupuncture. Just in-front of him in the W ring the opportunistic Bad Company are putting the boots to Vlad who is still down after Tyson's Double Arm Suplex.
After surveying the arena, Corrin can't help but think that something is missing. He takes a few steps backward, racking his brain when he bumps into a soft but large mass of something. At this point he instantly realizes what, or rather who was missing from the picture.
Corrin quickly spins around, aiming a punch toward Gnarfflinger's jaw but before he is even half way there, a pain explodes in his own jaw. He rocks backward from the uppercut by the butcher but before he can fall flat on his back, Gnarff grabs his arm to stop him. The butcher pulls Corrin toward himself then pushes him over to the ropes with a strong irish whip. Corrin bounces off of the ropes and rebounds back towards his opponent who is waiting with a clothesline. Out of desperation, Corrin dives down to the mat and rolls towards Gnarff's legs forcing him to jump and Corrin rolls under and ends up behind the butcher.

JP: He may be the smallest man in the match but Corrin Cobain sure is elusive.
RHD: Yeah dude, like a slippery eel.
Ray: Or a bar of soap.
JP: I don't like where you're going with that Ray. Lets get back to the match.
RHD: Or ice.
JP: Shut up.
RHD: Or banana skins, or ...

Across the ring, Bad company have finished putting the boots to Vlad and are lifting him up to his feet. They both turn their heads to the exploding cage wall and nod to eachother, a vicious grin appearing on their faces.

Ray: They wouldn't!
RHD: Somebody's gonna go boom. Just like a firework. I remember one New Year's, I was so stoned I-
JP: Ahem.
RHD: Well long story short, that budgie was never the same again.

Now out of Gnarfflinger's reach, Corrin decides to create some space between himself and his opponent so he can regroup. He looks around and notices the ladders between the C and W rings and the platform connecting them. He makes a dash for the ladder and seeing him, Gnarff does the same.
Corrin reaches the ladder first and starts to climb. Gnarff is just behind him and climbs the other one. Corrin reaches the top first and hops off onto the platform. By this time Gnarff is almost at the top of his ladder, with his head visible above the platform. Corrin takes his chance and runs across the platform, delivering a baseball slide kick. His feet connect with Gnarfflinger's face, knocking him back but not off the ladder. Gnarfflinger shakes off the kick and continues the climb, leaving Corrin nothing to do but back away and think quickly.

JP: Corrin Cobain and the butcher are now both on top of the platform and there isn't much room up there.
Ray: What if they fall?
RHD: It's a long way down, and believe me, I know about comedowns.

Gnarfflinger blunders towards Corrin with a clothesline. CC quickly ducks it and gets behind the butcher. Both of them almost fall off the platform during the exchange.
Out of sheer desperation, the lightbulb clicks on in Corrins head as he gets another crazy idea. Recognizing Corrins 'daredevil' face, Gnarfflinger can do nothing but watch as Corrin rushes toward him.
Corrin jumps into the air and locks on a front facelock, spinning behind the butcher as if he is about to perform a tornado DDT. However, once getting behind Gnarfflinger he hooks his left leg around the butcher's right arm so that he is in a crucifix pin position. He then lets go of Gnarfflingers head so that he is hanging upside down, held only in place by his leg that is entwined around Gnarfflinger's arm. He stays in this position for only a split second before putting both arms around Gnarfflingers waist and releasing his opponents arm from his leg, using all of his weight to pull the butcher off of the platform. All in all, this combination lasts approximately one second and the rockstar takes himself and his opponent crashing down to the mat with a sunset flip powerbomb.

Ray: Oh my gosh!
JP: Well Corrin Cobain definitely wins the spotmonkey award so far in this match, bring his total up to 3 now. But these moves seem to be taking as much, if not more out of him as they are to his opponents.

Meanwhile, Bad Company take Vlad and perform a double irish whip, sending him in the direction of the exploding cage. Amazingly, Vlad manages to stop short and save himself from being char-grilled.
The three of them are now standing in a line with Vlad in the middle, Tran and Baxton either side but slightly behind him. Vladimir uses this positioning to his advantage by flinging both elbows backward and catching both members of Bad Company squarely in their faces.

Ray: The undefeated Mr Strife is back in the game but all 3 of them are dangerously close to that cage.
JP: True, and it seems like Rhaps & ECB and Duke & Tyson are all beginning to stir.
RHD: Yeah but Corrin and Gnarfflinger are out of it. I know how they feel.

TBC by anyone

[hawkeye]

Following Tyson's attack on Vlad,Bad Company "help" him get up.Vlad stands,a bit wobbly and dazed when Baxton swings his right arm and slaps Vlad directly in the face.Vlad drops to one knee only to shoot back up and smash his forehead into the nose of Baxton.Baxton's legs buckle and give way underneath him as Agent Tran swings wildly for Vlads head.Vlad instintively ducks and drives his fist into the gut of Tran.Begining to gain his composure,Vlad charges at the nearest competitor which happened to be the Rabbit Warrior who is barely standing.El Conajo Blanco sees him out of the bllod that is covering his face and falls backwards.Vlad continues to charge,not being able to stop and goes flying over the top rope.He lands on top of the prone Rhaps who is just barely opening his eyes.Vlad lands on top of the Saftey Ranger with a thud and Rhaps screams out as More tacks are driven into his spinal area.Vlad coughs as the tacks that were on the chest of Rhaps.Vlad grimaces as He rolls off Rhaps.He picks the tacks out of his chest area while Tyson Gaines and Corrin Cobain box it out.Cobain is throwing rights and lefts at Gaines who is recovering from the groin shot.

JP:Cobain isnt getting anywhere trying to work over Gaines.Hes not doing much.Gaines isnt even paying attention.

Ray:Dont Hurt him!

Tyson regains himself before bending down and lifting Cobain into the air.Cobain shakes his body around,trying to get loose as Tyson drops to his knees and slams Cobain onto the mat with another Spinebuster.Gaines stands up only to be struck back down by The Butcher and his newly found weapon,His Frying Pan.

TBCB..Anybody

[Vladimir Strife]

Jeff Smith slides into the ring, standing up quickly and throwing himself wildly into the Butcher, knocking him to the ground. He follows up with several punches, stealing Gnarf's frying pan and trying to show him his brain on drugs by scrambling them with shot after vicious shot. Jeff stands proudly from the carnage, frying pan still in hand. He raises his foot up, cockily putting it down on Gnarf's chest and yelling for the referee. The count begins, but it is Conajo at the count of 2 stopping it. He drives the wing of his boot to the gut of Smitty, the frying pan dropping to the ground.

Conajo throws Smitty's arm up, darting in below it and wrapping his arm around Jeff's waist. He pulls his leg forward and the crowd stands, knowing what follows. As he shoots it back, he spins himself and his opponent forward, driving Jeff's skull to the mat as they make their way Down The Rabbit Hole. The referee begins his count again, the rookie Smith feeling every bit of the impact he's just taken.

One.... two.... THREE!!

The bell sounds and the competitors stop what they are doing as Lizzie Morna pick up her microphone for the announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Jeff Smith HAS been eliminated by pinfall!"

Tyson, having rushed towards the scene, but too late to stop the fall, is feeling angry at Jeff's elimination. He grabs Conajo by the back of the mask and the back of his tights, throwing him forward and through the barbed wire ropes. ECB manages to avoid the barbs, but falls to the ground in a heap, rolling onto his back and staring up at the bright lights. Gaines turns and drops down quickly, hooking Gnarfflinger's leg and yelling at the referee. He begins his count, slapping the mat forcefully.

One... Two... Three!

The bell rings again, Tyson rising up and flipping off the disoriented ECB.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... Gnarfflinger has been eliminated!"

JP: Oh my god! 2 eliminations nearly in a damn row! Things are getting hotter than a July Texas!
Ray: A July Texas? What the fuck does that mean?
JP: It's something only a cowboy would understand... A real cowboy, not the kind in Brokeback Mountain, Ray..

Adding insult to injury, Corrin Cobain and Duke Taylor are now on the outside of the ring, lifting ECB to his feet. The Bunnyman, already exhausted from his bout earlier in the night with Thomas Cathy and his trip to the outside, offers little resistance. The men push him hard into the guardrail, hurting his lower back and hips. Blanco fights back, throwing punches at his attackers one by one. The numbers are too much though and the tandem begins to pummel him, quickly wearing him down. Corrin says something breifly to Duke, who steps away and in between the luchador and the ring. The star formerly known as Skull grabs the prone lightweight and whips him towards his partner, Duke ducking down and wrapping his arms around his legs. He pulls Conajo up and throws him into the barbed wire, his arm slipping through and causing him to stick against it, the points piercing his clothing and stabbing into his torso.

Tyson watches on in-ring, smiling and relishing in the pain of the man that eliminated his partner. As he turns around, he is taken off of his feet and clear into Conajo, Agent Tran wrapped around his midsection at the shoulder. Conajo is thrown back to the ground, his recent moments depicting him as a ragdoll of sorts. Tran and Gaines spill out next to him, the Trantastic Voyage driving them through the wire and angry metallic teeth biting at their flesh as they pass through. CC and Duke look to one another and quickly shrug their shoulders, beginning to lay in with stomps on the down and out stars.

On the other side of the ring, Vladimir slaps his partner awake, screaming at Rhaps to "QUIT BEING A PUSSY!" and get up. Rhaps gets up, a little angry at his partner's wording. Regardless, they come around the ring and catch both CC and Taylor off of their guards. Vlad nails Duke with a stiff forearm, sending him reeling over the barricade and into the crowd. Rhaps, meanwhile, throws himself at CC, twisting around and catching him with the tip of his elbow to the mouth. Both men drop to the ground and Vlad quickly capitalizes, grabbing CC up and then rolling him into the ring.

JP: Damn it! I can't believe this, these men have been so focused on one another that they've forgotten the all too real threat of Vladimir Strife and Rhaps on a single team!
Ray: I know, I can't believe it either! It's amazing, how stupid can these guys be? They're just making it easier on the Kingdom! I love it!

Rhaps, down from his own momentum and not damage, picks himself back up. He slides into the ring, Vlad going to follow before Tyson Gaines grabs him by the foot. The King turns around, punishing the man for his insolence, stomp after stomp after stomp. Inside the ring, having his opponent isolated, Rhaps grins with evil intentions at Cobain. He drops down to a single knee next to him and reaches his hand into his pocket. After a moment, he produces an exacto knife, grinning and looking at his reflection in the side of the blade. The light gleams off of it, members of the audience covering any children's eyes to keep from exposing them to the violence that is about to occur.

JP: NO! SOMEONE STOP HIM! THIS MAN IS A MENACE!!!
Ray: No, let him go! Let my people go, so they may prosper and hurt those who stand in their way.
JP: You know... you're a horrible person. Here comes help!!!

A bang resonates through the air of the building as Rhaps crumbles over. Baxton holds the now severely dented steel chair in his hands and looks over to the outside. He paces the distance and as Vlad turns to investigate the noise, he discards the chair over the barbed wire ropes and down across the head of the King. Vlad drops down, Baxton the last man standing and standing tall at the moment. He lets out a war cry and the crowd goes into a frenzy, cheering him on. Sure, he could be a bully, but he was the lesser of two evils in this moment.

He turns his attention back to the fallen Prophet of Vlad's kingdom, the Rhaptastic one himself. He sticks out his thumb and runs it across his throat, signalling the end for one half of the odds on favorite team to win. He drops to the mat suddenly and violently, driven down by a brash collision of skull and metal. The EVPW Television Title lays to his left, Ricky Masters to his right. Masters, having made his way from the crowd, rolls Bret over and snatches his title, throwing it to the side. He stands up and grabs Rhaps by the arm, pulling it over and strewing it out across Baxton's chest. He grabs his title and makes his exit, satisfied with what he's done to his old high school whipping boy.

JP: WHAT!? Where did Masters come from!? He's not even on the card tonight! This is robbery damnit!!!
Ray: No, this is divine intervention!
JP: Shut the hell up!

The referee makes the count, in spite of the cheap trickery afoot. Unfortunately, nothing in the match rules declares disqualification and having no rules, none have been broken.

One..... two..... three!

The bell rings without a single soul in the match coherent enough to realize what is going on. Lizzie mournfully brings the microphone to her lips and calls it.

"...Ladies and gentlemen... Bret Baxton has been eliminated.."

Outside of Ring - Vladimir Strife, Tyson Gaines, El Conajo Blanco, Agent Tran
In Crowd near barricade - Duke Taylor
In Ring W - Rhaps, Corrin Cobain
Eliminated - Gnarfflinger The Butcher, Jeff "Smitty" Smith, Bret Baxton


All men are down at the moment.

TBCB Anyone

[duketaylor]

Rhaps slowly begins to stir from his chair shot, and as he rolls over off of Braxton and is still hazzy and woozy, not knowing that he just eliminated him. While Rhaps starts to make it to his feet by slowly crawling over to a nearby corner, Cobain moves his head followed by the rest of his battered body. Cobain grabs both sides of his skull with both of his hands and tries to both shake the cobwebs and cope with the new migraine. The carnage on the outside also begins to come around starting with Duke Taylor he rises up to his knees and bends over and rests on the crowd barrier finding it hard to climb over back onto his side of the arena. To a stunning dismay, the first to his feet is Vladimir, whom lets not forget had taken a chair to the face. Vladimir, stumbles over onto the ring apron before rolling in on side W.

Vlad, still on his chest, stares over at Cobain whom is still on his back and like the crafty opportunistic veteran he is, he slides over unnoticed and collapses onto Corrin before taking his arms and mustering enough strength to pin down his wrists. The ref, acknowledging the pin, theatrically slides over and down near Vlad's head and raises his arm into the air before bringing it down to hit the mat.

1!

2!

Just before Vlad can steal the pinfall and eliminate Cobain, Corrin is able to get a shoulder up breaking up Vlad's grasp and ultimately the pin itself.

Seeing his partner fail to eliminate the menace in Cobain, Rhaps regains his stamina and takes a deep breath before contorting his face due to the lingering effects of his steel chair encounter and rises to his feet.

Vladimir, makes it back to a vertical basis also before snatching Cobain his hair and pulling him roughly to his feet staying on the offense.

Vladimir, still in control of Corrin's nicely shaped head, drags him over to one of the glass walls before cocking the head back and snapping it forward and slamming it hard into the wall. Vladimir releases his grasp of Cobain's head allowing Corrin to stumble backwards but only after his head slides off the glass. Vlad then snatches Corrin's wrist before using it to pull him forward while side stepping at the same time slamming Corrin once again emphatically into the glass wall.

Corrin lays with his face planted as if it was pasted on the glass while Vlad backs up a bit and into the middle of that ring section. He crouches a bit and awaits Corrin who is in a state of la-la-ness as he slowly pulls his face, now with small glass particles the size of eraser run off, off of the wall. Corrin, oblivious to the fact that Rhaps and Vlad are right behind him, turns around. As soon as Vlad's eyes catches Corrin's, he drops down knee first to the canvas before plating his head into it allowing Rhaps, whom starting to run, to leap up onto his shoulders and leap off while spinning in mid air backwards. Corrin attempts to get out of the way by kneeling a bit but he fails. Rhaps reaches for and grabs Cobain's head and pulls it backwards and after his feet hit the canvas, he drops Cobain like a bad habbit.

Rhaps places Corrin's head in his arm pit and presses his forearm against his face before pivoting at 180 degrees. Rhaps then drops to backfirst to the canvas but only after catching Cobain's head with his free hand driving the back of Cobain's head and neck into the canvas.

-Ray- Oh what an innovative version of the SIC Drop. What teamwork by Rhaps and Vlad, the true kings of EVPW and the only deserving duo of the United Glory Championships.

-JP- I don't know about all that but I do have to agree with that maneuver. Very innovative and very effective. What could be the end of Cobain's night!

After the wickedly graceful move, Rhaps and Vlad simultaneously make it to their feet. All of a sudden, Vlad takes his glaring eyes from the fallen, Corrin Cobain, and instead moves Rhaps out of the way and points at Tyson Gaines who makes it to his feet but with his back turned.

Demonstrating another piece of art and complete sync in teamwork, Vlad backs over near the ropes directly over top of Gaines but does his very best not to press his back up against the barbed wire. Vlad then stoops down a bit and extends his hands out while Rhaps backs up a bit and when Gaines finally turns around it is too late for him. Rhaps charges at Vlad and leaps up onto his cupped hands and using every once of strength and adrenaline, Vlad sends Rhaps over the rope rope but just barely over the barbed wire. While in mid air, Rhaps turns his body so that his back is facing Gaines only to turn over in a 180 degree motion at the last moment. Rhaps comes crashing down with all his 219 pounds straight onto Gaines who can only drop down enough that he isn't broken in half. Nonetheless, Rhaps takes Gaines out and maybe even himself with another innovative tag team maneuver, this time with a Corckscrew Senton.

The crowd begins to gasp and gape in awe due to the exciting attack performed by a fan favorite.

-Ray- Just when you thought it was safe to return to the ring, Rhaps comes flying out of the air with all his smexiness and takes you out like a swatter take care of a fly. Once again, great teamwork by Rhaps and Vlad whom may I say, are in complete control of this bout at the moment.

-JP- I agree! Those last two sequences of attacks from Rhaps were truly astounding. Your 'self proclaimed kings' are pulling out all the stops tonight.


Vlad takes a moment to survey the arena, a moment being the key word as he doesn't notice Taylor finally climb over the crowd barrier.

Now, in his own world, Vlad pays attention once again and glares at Cobain whom has rolled over onto his back. All of a sudden, Vlad then grabs his chin and removes hateful look and replaces it with a sadistic grin. He then begins clapping his hands and after his brief moment of insane like acting, the King of the Ring, Vladimir Strife approaches Cobain.

Vladimir stands over Cobain before dropping down to his knees driving his buttox into Corrin's lower back. He then takes Cobain's arms and places them around his thighs and if the arena didn't understand what he was attempting to do, they all gain a sense or some idea when Vlad grabs Cobain head and lifts it up off of the canvas. Vladimir then wraps his left arm around Corrin's neck and presses his bicep against one side of his neck and his inner forarm bone against the other.

Vladimir then applies extremely tight pressure on the Corrin's neck and for added pressure, grabs his left wrist with his right hand and pulls backwards.

Vladamir's insidious plan has now become unfolded as the crowd arena gasps. The referee slides over and tends to Cobain whom is being punished by his own punishing maneuver.

-Ray- IS THIS FOR REAL? JP ARE YOU WATCHING THIS!? Into the Darkness! This is the way you add insult to injury! He's gonna make Cobain submit to his own submission! Oh when you think Vladimir can't make things more interesting he always takes it up a notch!

-JP- Even though Vlad is completely disrespecting Cobain, he is showing that he has balls and will run from no one! Welcome to EVPW Corrin!

-Ray- No! Welcome to the Kingdom of VladiRhaps! And this right here Jim, this is a warning to all the treasonous peasants out there!

Like a dimming light, Cobain slowly begins to fade and when his eyes shut a bit, the ref grabs his arm and as Vlad yells at the ref demanding that he "Ring The Damn Bell", the ref drops Cobain's arm for the first time. The official in black and white, the EVPW referee, not hesitant at all, grabs Cobain's arm for a second time and completely identical to the first test, Cobain's arm drops down to the canvas. As the referee grabs Cobain's arm for the third time Vlad scoots down a bit as if he is easing up on the pressure like he already knows the outcome of this particular encounter ahead of time. As the ref begins to release Cobain's hand, his attention is completely diverted by the presence or rather force behind him that charges towards the 3 men at an alarming speed.

Before the ref can drop Cobain's arm for the final time, the submission broken up due to the bottom of someone's boot. The impact elicits a loud "SMACK" that echoes through out the arena. Vlad, like a tree, tumbles over and the camera zooms up and it displays the face of redneck cowboy. Duke Taylor coming to the aid of his partner.

The Texas native, Duke Taylor, looks down at his fallen comrade Cobain who seems completely choked out before staring back at Vlad.

With Vlad tentatively out of commission, Taylor takes an opportunity to make sure of it or at least try. He grips Vladimir by his head and drags him over towards the razor wire trapped ropes. Taylor then viciously smooshes Strife's face into the wire bringing moans and groans from Vlad who's grimacing face can not be seen do to the fact that is currently begins forced into skin cutting razor wire. After a minute, Taylor releases Vladimir who falls backward and drops down backwards onto the canvas.

Vasher turns around and raises a finger into the air that grabs the attention of a few of his fans who begin chanting "DT" while his partner Cobain slowly rolls out of the ring and to the outside.

Taylor then turns over and drops to his knees before collapsing over and onto Vlad who has his shoulder pinned down. The Arlington homeboy hooks one of Vlad's legs and the ref, theatrics in all slides down to the canvas and makes the count.

1!

2!

Just before the sound of a hand can slap the mat and enlighten Duke Taylor, the ref's foot is grabbed, yanked and pulled. The referee's hand doesn't make it to the canvas for the third time, instead he is pulled out of the ring by Agent Tran whom for some reason, saves Vladimir.

-TBC-

Note:

Ring W: Duke Taylor & Vladimir Strife
Outside Ring: Agent Tran, El Conajo Blanco, Rhaps, Corrin Cobain.

[Vladimir Strife]

((Awesome reply, Duke, I'm impressed!))

Duke gets off of his opponent and makes his way to the ropes, berating Agent Tran.

"What is wrong with you!? It was going to be 1 less guy!"

Tran smiles and explains himself.

"Eliminating Vladimir could really boost a man's career and I'm not giving you that honor, I'll be the guy taking that!"

Duke Taylor huffs and grabs the top rope, jumping up before thrusting his legs out below the middle rope and catching them on the side of Tran's face, knocking him into the announcer's table. Tran hurries back to a vertical base, punching the table in his anger and pointing at Taylor in a threatening manor. Duke backs up, yelling at Tran to "Come get some". The Atlanta native simply smiles, seeing what Duke fails to. Before he can investigate, Duke finds himself rolling backwards, Vladimir Strife taking advantage of the distraction and pulling a school boy pin.

1...

Duke kicks out before the referee can pound out a meager two count, foiling Vlad's plan. As the men make their way up, Vlad punches his opponent and grabs him by the wrist, jerking him towards the ropes with a hard Irish whip. The newcomer hits the ropes, bouncing off and coming back towards the King. A jutted arm awaits him, but Taylor wisely dodges beneath it, continuing across the ring before leaping out and crashing himself into Agent Tran, taking him down. It takes him a few moments, but Taylor gets himself into a pinning predicament, yelling for the referee. Tran, having bumped his head on the table, is dozed out and unresponsive. The referee begins his count, Vladimir Strife considering paying him back for the previous save.

1....2....3!

The bell rings and Vladimir shrugs, thinking 'One less man in the match'. Corrin slides into the ring behind him suddenly, raising up and charging the mighty foe with a clobbering forearm to the back of the skull. Vlad drops like a fly and Corrin begins to stomp the life out of him, determined to get the undefeated wonder out of the matchup.

Lizzie's microphone comes to life as the audience continues watching the action going on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... Agent Tran has been eliminated!"

Corrin lifts Vlad to his feet, landing a stiff right across the line of his jaw. The King fires back with one of his own, but it's too slow and Cobain simply ducks it. He tucks his scalp under Vladimir's chin, bowing his arms overhead and holding his opponent in place. Strife grabs at his hands, but Corrin is already in motion, dropping his knees to the mat, the impact shooting through his body. Vladimir's jaw is subject to the momentum, slamming down across the top of Corrin's head and leaving him stunned as he stumbles around the ring. He drops to one knee, trying to clear the proverbial cobwebs in his mind. The idea proves idiotic, however, CC grinning as he stands back up, already set up for his next attack. He sprints at the 2x World champion, closing the distance quickly. A step up onto Vlad's presented thigh and Corrin pushes his weight backwards, finding a horizontal positioning as he slams the cap of his knee into the temple of Vladimir Strife. The bigger man crumbles to the wayside, Corrin's name being cheered from the surrounding audience.

JP: Absolutely explosive action!!! Duke sacrifices his body right here in front of us to finish off Bad Company, Corrin has taken Vlad down a few pegs and Rhaps and El Conajo Blanco are returning to their feet outside the ring!! What more could you ask for?
Ray: For Vlad to be kicking CC's ass like he should be! How could Vlad let himself be shown up like that!?
JP: Well, I'm sure that's not the King's intentions, Ray. It's genius on the part of CC, however. Vladimir's undefeated streak makes him quite possibly the most dangerous man in this match and if Corrin can eliminate him, it'll not only get rid of one of his biggest threats, it will leave himself and Taylor as the only intact team in the match. Besides, you can't win them all, Ray!
Ray: You can if your Vladimir Strife!

On the outside of the ring, El Conajo has himself propped against the barricade, Rhaps standing up straight next to him now. The SIC monster drives his knuckles to the skull of his opponent, rocking him back before returning with a hard shot of his own. They continue the back and forth punches a moment, ECB finally realizing that there's a better way to go about it. He slams his shoulder into Rhaps' stomach, driving him back kidney's first across the ring apron. Conajo then manages to lift him off of his feet before dropping back, guillotining Rhaps' throat on the barricade. Both men on the ground, Conajo is up first, reaching down to grab Rhaps and raise him back up. As they come up, the Kingdom member lashes at him in a sudden attack, the gleaming edge of a knife coming at him. Conajo lets go, but it's too late as the blade hits him across the ribcage, ripping flesh open. He screams out in pain and Rhaps leans back against the barricade now, a sadistic smile upon his face.

JP: HE CUT HIM! RHAPS JUST CUT HIM! SOMEONE GET THAT DAMNED KNIFE FROM HIM!
Ray: Let him go! Conajo will either find a way around it or die trying. Besides, he can't win them all, right JP?

Rhaps grabs a cup of beer right out of the hands of a fan and slings it into Conajo's face, the alcohol getting in his eyes and blinding him temporarily. He presses ECB against the ring and raises his knife, stabbing the point of it into the forehead of Conajo, it being unclear if it's gone through the layer of mask or not. He begins to twist it back and forth and we have our answer as a helpless scream or anguish begins to fill the arena. Rhaps begins to push the point in deeper, the cries for help turning louder as Conajo is left at his mercy. The Beast tosses him aside suddenly, ECB's shoulder slamming into ring steps and knocking them askew. He throws the knife to the other side, done with the device for now. Walking over by it, it's clear Rhaps has some evil intentions for ECB as he watches him struggle and attempt his way back to his feet.

JP: This doesn't look good, watch out ECB!
Ray: Ah, shut your pie hole!

Inside the ring, Vladimir and Skull have found themselves in the corner, Vlad pushing Cobain's face closer and closer to the barbed wire. Corrin throws a wild elbow into Vladimir's ribs, stopping him. He follows with another, attempting to break his focus and his hold. The King holds though before slinging CC away from the ropes and to the mat by his hair. Vlad's sights are set on the lighter man, but it only serves to keep his mind off of the more present danger. Duke Taylor crashes his party with a sudden clothesline, taking down the King and urging his partner to help him double team the legend. The man formerly known as Skull gets up to his feet and the two begin with stomps and kicks to the body of Vlad, Rhaps watching on from the outside and considering whether to save his partner or finish his opponent off.

As El Conajo Blanco raises to his feet, he finds himself caught off guard, Rhaps rushing him before leaping off of the ground. The attacker throws his leg high and turns himself around, allowing the back of his calf to connect with Conajo's collarbone, knocking him down and out once more. Rhaps then throws his body into a backwards loop, flipping back before slamming down chest to chest with ECB, taking the wind out of him. He grabs the bunnyman's leg, the referee dropping down besides the two exhausted athletes.

1...2....3!

The bell sounds out as Rhaps dons a goofy grin, feeling accomplished.

JP: The Nudgination!!! Rhaps just took out ECB!! It's down to two teams!
Ray: Go VladiRhaps!

"Ladies and Gentlemen, El Conajo Blanco has be-"

Lizzie's announcement is interrupted as Corrin Cobain and Duke Taylor have lifted the Hardcore King to his feet. Having each grabbed hold of a wrist, they've propelled the Czar of Scars across the ring with a hard double Irish whip. Any silence in the arena is filled in the sound of glass shattering, Vladimir Strife busting through one of the glass walls and crashing to the outside of the ring. An array of glass shards surround him as he rolls around slowly in agony, the thrown together tag team of CC and Taylor taking a distinct advantage in the matchup.

TBCB Rhaps, Duke, or CC

Ring W - CC and Duke Taylor (both up)
Outside of Ring - Vladimir Strife (down) and Rhaps (up)