Imperial Title: Cathy(C) vs Blanco

[TPK/Acid]

The camera opens on a shot of the ring moments after a hype video for the coming match, the cameraman proceeds to show the crowd, suddenly Icky Thump by The White Stripes hits whipping them into a frenzy. Moments later ECB and Trix appear from behind the curtain, Blanco's attire for the evening is Silver with Black highlights while Trix wears here usual clothing.

Lizzie: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EVPW Imperial Title. Introducing first the challenger from Wonderland, he stands five feet seven inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred and thirteen pounds beeing accompanied by Trix please welcome EL..CONAJO..BLLLLANCO!

Blanco and Trix share a brief embrace before walking slowly down the ramp taking time to chat with the crowd, they eventually reach the bottom of the ramp at which point Trix goes and sits at the announce booth while ECB slides under the bottom rope and into the ring.

JP: This one should be a barn burner ladies and gentlemen, coming up we will see El Conajo Blanco going up against the reigning Imperial Champ Thomas "Thom-Cat" Cathy.

Ray: And what a good time i'll be having watching bunny boy getting tossed about like a rag doll...good times, good times.

Hippie: Also man, we are in like...the Staples Center man! How cool is that dude?

Trix: Very cool Hippie...very cool indeed. It is a HUGE step up for EVPW and it's our chance to prove to all the critics out there that we do indeed belong here, and even if they say we don't after this well I say...FUCK...them.

Meanwhile in the ring Blanco is in his corner trying to limber himself up for the coming conflict with his opponent.

TBC By Thomas Cathy

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

As Iggy Thump fades out around the Staples Center, the fans are still screaming in appreciation for an amazing night so far. Fans are still revelling in the mayhem that was the Sick Weathered Fucks Bar Brawl, with the action all captured on the Titan Tron. Meanwhile, the penultimate match is ready to begin.

Ray White:
I know we are moving on now JP, but what about that bar brawl? Chaos JP... Only one word can describe it, Chaos. And afew curveballs thrown in for good measure. What would a bar brawl be without surprises?

Jimmy Pate:
The best part is that we still have two matches to go! And the next one should be a firecracker all right. Let’s lay down the facts.

Fact one... Thomas Cathy, the ever relentless Welshman is still undefeated now, with ten wins in a row going under his belt. He holds the title, which he won one month ago today at the last Pay-Per-View and has been on a roll ever since.

Random Hippie Dude:
Has he ever? I would speculate that he has been doing some performance enhancing substances, but then again, I 'aint exactly no saint either.

Ray White:
You can say that again...

Jimmy Pate:
Hehe, no comment and moving right along.

Fact two... The former champion, El Conajo Blanco gets his first chance to lay his hands on the man who took his title and one has to say, he will be hungrier than ever. He has to come up big tonight and put the young champion back in his place. Stopping him will be like stopping a raging bull.

Random Hippie Dude:
The unstoppable force meets the immovable object maan... Two titans meet and only one will walk away. The lights are bright, the fans are ready, lets rumble!

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The house lights dim once more, illuminating a spot in the center of the ring, where Lizzie Morna is standing in a silky blue dress, with a long slit up the side that shows of her shapely leg as is sneaks in and out of the gown while she walks. She moves afew paces to her left and stops still, poised ready to introduce the next gladiator into the arena.

Lizzie Morna:
Ladies and gentlemen, Introducing secondly...

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As she beckons toward the entrance ramp that leads backstage, the familiar bleeping of Morse Code plays over the arena's PA system. Thrice's Image of the Invisible begins to play and the fans take to their feet, ready for the Welsh champion's entrance. As the verse comes in, with a lightly distorted guitar strumming openly underneath the lyrics, the lighting display changes rapidly between dim green and red lights and a third, blinding white light in an almost strobe like fashion. Around the arena, fans ready themselves for the arrival of the champion, holding home made signs in support and criticism of Cathy high for all to see. The verse plays on, every second closer and closer to the Welshman's arrival

"We're more than carbon and chemicals
We are the image of the invisible
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We are the image of the invisible
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
We are the image of the invisible
So we sing out this, our canticle
We are the image of the invisible"

The music stops momentarily, just before the chorus and the lights cut out in synchronisation with the song. When the chorus itself hits, the lights beam back on brighter than ever, flooding the entire arena in a blinding light. Standing at the very back of the stage, just in front of the entrance curtain is the champion, Thomas Cathy, his title belts around his waist and a huge smile on his face as he takes in the biggest atmosphere of his life to date. He simply stands in one spot for afew moments, scanning the vast masses of fans that had turned out to see the event. The sea of supporters all sharing their own voice toward the Welshman is deafening, with a mixed reception of cheering and booing. Many of the crowd vocally share their support for the former champion, the high flying El Conajo Blanco. Cathy barely hears the sound, simply awed by the spectacle that is Equinox.

Lizzie Morna:
Hailing from the rough streets of Cardiff, Wales. He stands Six Feet, Five Inches tall and weighs in at Two Hundred and Thirty Five Pounds.

He is the current EVPW Imperial Champion and still remains undefeated in singles matches, a streak now spanning Ten and "O".
The man known as the Tom-Cat, Thomas Cathy!

"We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are the named and we are known
We know that we'll never walk alone"

Cathy steps off his front foot, finally heading out into the arena properly. With a confident swagger, the man who usually remains cold and uncaring seems somewhat relaxed tonight. He wanders slowly off to the side of the ramp, sharing his belt with the fans lines to either side of the entrance ramp. Slowly, in no hurry whatsoever, he makes his way to the ring, lapping up every moment of being the champion.

Ray White:
Here is a very complex man JP, although he may not look it on the surface. We have seen so many sides to Thomas Cathy. The relentless, vicious, take no prisoners Tom-Cat that we can see week to week is just one face. But we have seen him reach out, show respect where it is deserved and even humble himself at the bedside of a man that he had defeated to win the title.

Jimmy Pate:
It all points to one thing Ray. He is a smart man... He knows where teaming up will benefit him more than going at it alone. He will surround himself with people that he sees as beneficial to him. He is a business man, through and through.

Random Hippie Dude:
And we all know what business he is used to... You don't get qualities like that without being close to afew mob-bosses. I wonder just how deep his ties with the British Underworld go?

Jimmy Pate:
Regardless, here is a man who is yet to be defeated here in EVPW. Looking away from his tag-team record, He is unstoppable, or so it would seem. You can see it in his eyes. What will it take to stop the Tom-Cat?

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"We're more than static and dial tone
We are the image of the invisible
We're emblematic of the unknown
We are the image of the invisible
So raise the banner, bend back your bows
We are the image of the invisible
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
We are the image of the invisible"

Cathy reaches the ring, taking the steps into the squared circle. Once inside, he goes about the usual rituals, his mannerisms changing as soon as he had slipped under the rope. He is now focused on the job at hand. He calmly takes his belt off and hands it to the referee, who holds it up high to show all that it is in fact a Title Match at hand. His very status, his livelihood, his streak and his championship are all at stake on this one match. You can see in his eyes that he does not want to give it all up, not now, not ever. But the question remains in everybody's heads, just how much?

Trix:
I can’t say much nice about the so called Tom-Cat. What is there to say, he’s a second rate champion who is about to get his come-uppance.
Jimmy Pate:
Well I don’t know if I would call him second rate. Not even your man, El Conajo Blanco has managed to got Ten-and-“O”. That’s bloody impressive.

Trix:
That’s bloody lucky, that’s what it is. A list full of no-shows and cheap victories. Just look at how he won the title in the first place. Either way, just keep watching, your about to see your precious Tom-Cat be fed to the dogs.

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Before he can fully get settled into the match, El Conajo Blanco is lapping at his heels and takes the early advantage with an arm-drag takedown that gets the bigger Welshman off his feet and on the mat, right where the former champion wants him. Blanco is quick to follow up the takedown with a luchadore-style flipping leg drop, with his legs dropping across the Welshman’s chest. Blanco rolls off his opponent, letting out a small cry of delight as he riles this capacity crowd behind him.

Feeling the momentum going his way, Blanco rushes toward the ropes and rebounds off them, coming back at Cathy. By the time the champion has gotten to his feet again, ECB is hurtling towards him, his knee outstretched and looking for a running Knee-Lift. The quick thinking champion hits the deck, swooping under the vicious knee, and the quick paced Blanco keeps running to the ropes again. This time when he flies back at Cathy, the Welshman is prepared and sticks his chest and shoulder out, bumping the high-flier to the ground with the force that makes a small section of the crowd gasp “OOH” in telekinetic pain. The Titan Tron shows a replay of the velocity that El Conajo Blanco’s head slammed into the ground from the standing shoulder bump, much to the crowd’s delight. The pace of the match has begun quickly, this falling into the favour of the faster, more agile former champion El Conajo Blanco. Cathy, as he takes over the momentum of the match, looks to slow it down a little and control the tempo of the match. Only one thing remains, will he be able to keep Blanco grounded for long?

TBC ECB

[TPK/Acid]

Blanco being very caught off guard by the impact of Thom-Cat's shoulder bump takes a little longer than normal to show movement, The Wiry Welshman shows that he is not going to take any chances by bolting forward and throwing the tip of his boot into Blanco's side with force like that of an NFL kicker dropping Blanco back to the ground instantly.

Ray: Thomas Cathy unrelenting, and if he is that aggressive in the ring...just imagine what a force of nature that dude would be in the sack...thats one Cat i'd love to get my paws on meow!

JP: Well this is one of those rare occasions when Ray makes a good point...and by good point I mean the point about Thomas being unrelenting, and as well he should be especially if he wants to keep that streak of his intact.

Hippie: I can tell you from experience a shot like that hurts...and on a side notes those park rangers can be really mean when they want to be.

Thomas watches on as Blanco slumps back to the ground and the slightest of smirks creeps onto his face. Cathy doesn't remain stationary long however, he takes a step forward and jumps up before throwing his right knee forward and crashing it down into Blanco's rib cage causing him to yell out in pain. Thomas rolls forward and is quick to get back to his feet, he works quickly and turns back to face The Rabbit Warrior. He reaches quickly down and places a hand behind the mask of Blanco and yanks upward pulling his opponent to his feet. Thomas then throws one of Blanco's arms around his neck and snaps back, at the height of the move Blanco somehow manages to shift his momentum forward and land on his feet, Blanco and Thomas quickly turn to face one another and Blanco is the first to react when he drops down and throws his feet forward into Thomas' right knee causing him to kneel.

Trix: Quick thinking by El Conajo Blanco there, he got out of that suplex attempt and managed to follow up with a nice drop kick to the knee.

Hippie: Far out man, Blanco dude totally got a move in. But he shouldn't give that funky cat Thomas Cathy a chance to recoupe dude.

JP: Good point indeed Hippie, you let up on Thomas for even a second and he has the uncanny ability to make you wish you hadn't.

Blanco gets to his feet as quickly as possible and backs into the ropes before bouncing off them and toward the prone Thomas Cathy, once he is within striking distance he plants his foot on Thomas' outstretched knee and twists to the side slamming his foot into Cathy's skull flooring him. Blanco quickly tries for a pin but before the ref can even get into position to check the fall Thomas rocks sideways getting a shoulder off of the mat. Conajo rocks back on his heels and puts his hands over his face before shaking his head and getting to a stand, he takes a few steps back and waits for Thomas to get up. In no time at all Thomas is standing again, Blanco quickly rushes at him but Thomas being good at thinking on his feet steps forward and raises his left knee up which drills Blanco in the already bruised sternum making him flip over Thom-Cat's knee and down to the mat below.

Hippie: Thomas with a nicely executed knee lift to the ribs, Blanco is visibly feeling the effects of that move as well those ribs have taken some serious abuse so far and I highly doubt he is going to let up anytime soon.

Trix: Well we all know he is the type of guy to weaken a body part and work the hell out of it...that is pretty smart but he is going to have to keep Blanco grounded and that isn't easy to do.

Thomas quickly turns and brings Blanco back to his feet, he bends down and hoists Blanco up onto his shoulders before placing one arm around his neck and the other between his legs locking in a torture rack, he begins to jolt up and down putting more and more pressure on Blanco making him yell out with every hop. Thomas yells at the ref demanding that he ask Blanco if he is ready to quit, the ref does as he is ordered but ECB yells no in defiance not wanting to give Thomas the satisfaction of making him quit this early in the contest, Thomas doesn't let up and keeps putting on the pressure as the ref stays in position to check for any signs of Blanco submitting.

TBC

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

A desperate El Conajo Blanco struggles at the mercy of the relentless Welshman, holding him tightly on the Torture Rack, jolting the life slowly out of him. Cathy feels as his opponent's body struggles in his arms and momentarily, he smiles as the all powerful feeling of being god-like enters his mind. The feeling much like watching an ant crawl across the ground and knowing that you could crush it at any time. But usually ants don't fight back as much as the former champion, who manages to free one arm and uses it to rake the eyes of the Welshman and falls from the top of the Six Feet, Five Inches tall frame of his opponent to the mat below. With a single bounce, El Conajo Blanco comes to rest just short of the ring ropes, while the champion doubles over, clutching at his face from the pain of the eye rake.

The crowd gather behind ECB, and will him back to his feet. Meanwhile, Cathy wheels around to find the former champion reaching a vertical base and heads on after him, swiping out with a swinging-arm clothesline. ECB narrowly manages to duck under the arm, which had all the intentions of taking the high-flier's head clean off his shoulders and leans back into the ropes. He uses the ropes themselves to propell himself forward and he dropkicks the knee of the Welshman. As the bigger man falls like a tree in the forest, Blanco is back on his feet and leaping into the ropes once more. With a springboard off the second rope, he is given an extra lift into the air, and hits the Tom-Cat with a Springboard Crossbody, that flattens the champion into the ground further. Executed flawlessly, El Conajo Blanco simply rolls off the body of the champion and keeps the momentum in his favour.

Trix:
Now we're rolling! Take notes, this is how you control a match. El Conajo Blanco fights at HIS pace, not anybody elses.

Ray White:
It could be a stroke of luck, Cathy's vicious clothesline had bad intentions written all over it. He barely missed taking ECB's head off.

Random Hippie Dude:
Now there's something you don't see every day. Its quite hard to fight a match without a head.

Jimmy Pate:
Wowee, did I get the pick of the litter tonight. Between you three squabbling hens, I think you made one valid point. Neither of these men are holding anything back, it is go hard or go home tonight. Just the way it should be!

El Conajo Blanco keeps the pace of the match up by hurtling toward the ropes once more to build up extra speed. By the time he launches off them, Thomas Cathy had struggled to all fours and is on his hands and knees clawing his way toward his feet. ECB comes right at him, flipping himself head over heels and landing across the back of Cathy with a Running Senton. Knowing that his current situation is a dangerous predicament, Cathy desperately searches for the ropes, clawing his way to safety before El Conajo Blanco can make another pass. The desperation is etched into his face, with his usually cold and uncaring eyes becoming animated in their search for freedom. The combination of Springboarded moves and the Running Senton had however taken a toll on his body, and although the mind may have been willing to escape, Cathy's body was strongly protesting every move of every muscle he made.

Pushing through the pain barrier, Cathy yells out as he reaches for the rope, wrapping his arms around it and hugging it gleefully. When El Conajo Blanco runs at him one more time, he uses the rope to propell him upwards and kicks out with his boot, catching the quick moving former champion in the chest with his foot. This takes the champion straight down to the mat,as fast as if he had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer. The sudden stop of El Conajo Blanco's pace is a shift of momentum in the favour of the never-say-die Welshman, a welcome change for the man who had been sitting with his back against the wall up until now.

Ray White:
Ooh. What a kick from Cathy. El Conajo Blanco went down faster than a Two Dollar Hooker!

Jimmy Pate:
Oh thats charming Ray, did you think that up all by yourself? Please tell me you didn't pay one of your writers for that rubbish!

Ray White:
No, no... That one is all me baby. I knew you'd like that one JP.

Jimmy Pate:
You are a sick son of a bitch Ray White...

Moving on. You can almost feel the momentum shift hands as the pace slows down. This is a welcome break for the Welshman, giving him a chance to gather his thoughts and picik himself up. What he does next could direct the flow of the match from now on. He needs to find a way to keep El Conajo Blanco grounded.

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Almost as if it had been his gameplan after all, Cathy takes to the legs of the fomer champion, targeting a single part of ECB's body, the most valuable part... His wheels. He grabs the right leg of his opponent and twists it unnaturally in a modified ankle lock, but does not leave it at that. With ECB's leg at his mercy, Cathy lifts the smaller man clean off the ground by his targeted leg, before slamming him knee first back into the mat. El Conajo Blanco lets out a cry of pain and frustration at this, his hands instinctively shooting down toward his knee to grip the pain, but Cathy lifts him back off the ground once more.

A second time, he slams the knee into the ground, then a third. Each time, the former champion El Conajo Blanco becomes more and more animated with the pain searing through his body, shooting out from the epicenter of his right knee. When the Tom-Cat finally lets go, Le Conajo Blanco brings his knee up to his torso, rolling onto his side in a half-foetus position that only serves to add to the delight of the relentless champion. Cathy chooses the other leg to target instead, launching himself into the air and dropping both of his knees across the calf of his left leg. This more unexpected attack causes El Conajo BLanco to let go of his right knee and cry out again in pain, slamming his palms onto the mat to take his mind off his battered and damaged lmbs. He protests to Cathy, but his words fall on deaf ears. Cathy has lined him up again, looking at the flesh of his left leg and going in for a second strike...

TBC ECB

[TPK/Acid]

Thomas lands his knees firmly into Blanco's left leg making him shout out in pain once more. Thomas smiles smugly to himself as he listens to the pain ridden shouts of El Conajo Blanco, he then rises to his feet and looks down at the man lying in front of him who is now clutching his left knee.

JP: Thomas Cathy might smell blood in the water, with those legs of El Conajo Blanco weakened Thomas Cathy could lock in a submission hold and potentially end this match here and now.

Ray: Good because god knows I want to get this match over with the less I have to see of Bunny Boy in there the better.

Trix: Hey fuck you Ray! Besides that if you will remember Blanco is in the next match also so i'd get used to seeing him.

Thomas examines ECB for a brief moment but doesn't want to waste any time so quickly walks over to him and slaps his hand away from his left leg before grabbing it and bending down, he then places Blanco's leg around his neck and places his arms over it and presses down as he moves his head and shoulders up placing an immense amount of pressure on ECB's left leg causing him to howl wildly. Thomas continues to contort Blanco's leg shooting bolts of pain through his body, the ref quickly rushes over and kneels beside Blanco and asks him if he is ready to tap but Blanco refuses to submit which seems to frustrate The Thom Cat. Thomas demands the ref ask Blanco once more if he is ready to give up and the ref complies but still no submission from Blanco. Thomas decides to try something else so he moves ECB's leg from around his neck before slamming it downward into the mat getting another yelp from him.

Hippie: Blanco totally not saying give right there dudes. But Thomas Cathy is in a groove at the moment, and if Blanco can't fight back he really doesn't stand much chance against it.

Ray: Yeah well if you'd have been listening to me earlier I told you he didn't stand a snowballs chance in hell to begin with. Thomas Cathy is just plain better no question about it.

Trix: Yeah, well you have been saying all sorts of stupid shit Ray. It's kind of hard to sort out the bullshit from the speech so why not do us all a favor and shut your sissy ass up.

JP: Easy now ladies easy, let's just focus on calling this match alright.

Thomas bends down and grabs Blanco but Blanco somehow manages to grab Thomas' shoulders and roll him up, the ref already in position begins his count, he manages to yell out one when Thomas quickly powers out of the move with an enraged scowl upon his face. Thomas moves slowly back toward the ropes and crouches down as he waits for ECB to get to a stand, once he does Thomas backs into the ropes and fires himself forward he gets a few steps away from Blanco and leaps into the air firing his shoulder toward him, Blanco quickly ducks and lifts up when Blanco is just over his back forcing him over the top rope and to the ground below getting a cheer for his efforts. The move having but a bit of weight on Blanco's already hurting knees causes him to fall to the mat himself giving Thomas time to use the apron to stand. Thomas once he is on his feet notices ECB on the ground and grabs his legs before walking toward the nearby ring post, Thomas stands in front of it and pulls ECB where his legs are splitting the pole he then places both hands on the right leg before slamming it into the pole. Thomas rolls in and back out of the ring to give him more time and then crosses Blanco's legs into a four, he places a leg across Blanco's and falls back putting downward pressure on Blanco's leg causing him to pound the mat wildly from the immense pain.

JP: That move isn't really one to make your opponent tap as you are on the outside of the ring but it sure does aid in taking out the legs which has seemed to be Thom Cat's focus.

Ray: Blanco is going to be walking funny for awhile...you know that reminds me of this date I had a few months ago, see I had picked this really hot guy at a bar and well one thing led to another and...

Trix: Don't finish that story, for god's sake man don't. Nobody in their right mind wants to hear your sick little story.

Hippie: Hey man I kind of have to agree, it's kind of odd man what with the kids watching at home and all. Though don't get me wrong man love is a beautiful thing man and if you wanna go share yours with other dudes thats cool and all...I just don't want to hear it dude.

The ref asks Thomas to release the hold but Thomas refuses to do so causing the ref to start his standard five count, the ref reaches four and Thomas quickly scrambles to release the hold. He gets the hold released just in time and slides quickly back into the ring, he looks down at Blanco and chuckles a bit before lifting him to his feet and forcing him back first into the corner. Thomas takes a step back before grabbing the middle ropes and pulling himself shoulder first into Blanco knocking the wind out of him, he backs up as far as he can and fires forward once again with the same effect. Thomas then releases the ropes and pulls Blanco's head between his legs, he then lifts him up into the air and twists around but is caught by surprise when Blanco manages to shit his weight to the side and wrap an arm around Cathy's neck before falling to his back driving the top of The Thom Cat's head into the mat. Blanco lays next to Cathy for a moment before rolling him over and sprawling out on top of him, the ref slides over and checks Thomas' shoulders noting they are down he begins his count. The ref manages a two count before noticing Thomas had his foot on the bottom rope, the ref taps Blanco on the shoulder and explains to him what happened and Blanco rolls off of Thomas and stares up at the lights for a moment before getting to his feet and limping away from him. Thomas takes his time in getting back to his feet giving Blanco a little extra time to rest as well. Thomas turns toward Blanco and the two men slowly walk toward one another, they get to the middle of the ring and Blanco catches Thomas by surprise by rolling forward and slamming the top of his heel into Cathy's chest taking both men to the ground.

JP: Wow, Blanco taking a page out of his Coven stable mate Crazy Boy's playbook there and I don't think anyone in the building saw that one coming.

Trix: Yeah, not one of his normal moves but it got the job done. Only question now is will ECB be able to capitalize on this.

Hippie: Hey who knows dude, Blanco looks pretty beat right now, that move took some energy from him not to mention his legs have to be killing him right now.

Ray: You're damn right they are killing him because Thomas Cathy knows what the hell he is doing, Thomas is bigger, stronger, and let's face it a hell of a lot better looking.

TBC by Thomas Cathy

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

As Cathy falls, his arms flail upwards, so he falls on his back in a Starfish type shape. The ever energetic El Conajo Blanco is back on his feet in a matter of moments, hopping across the ring once more on his bad legs. By the time Cathy had managed to stand to his feet again from the suprise shot, El Conajo Blanco was halfway across the ring, charging at him with a head full of steam. He manages to leapfrog over the Welshman's retaliating strike, with the Tom-Cat swiping out a fist at him as soon as he saw the high-flier coming at him, and when ECB lands again, he jumps straight into a Springboard off the ropes. With the larger man slower to react, El Conajo Blanco corkscrews out of the Springboard, hitting Cathy in the back of the head with a cross-body splash that takes the Tom-Cat right back to the mat again, this time sprawled out on his front.

The Bunny Warrior rolls straight off his opponent once more, carrying his momentum through to the next move. Meanwhile, Cathy is flat out on the floor like an alcoholic at Christmas. Linking move into move, El Conajo Blanco hits Cathy with a standing Moonsault, even before he is fully back to his feet again, landing acros the back of the Wleshman, who looks to be at Blanco's mercy now.

Jimmy Pate:
Move after move after move. El Conajo Blanco is rolling right now. Look at the way all of these moves are strung together. It is the sign of a true ring genius, always thinking a move or two ahead.

Trix:
You sound almost suprised JP. Are you not forgetting that he is the former champion, and only lost the belt in the first place because the Welshman got lucky... yet again.

Random Hippie Dude:
Luck of the Welsh man...

Ray White:
Uh, thats luck of the Irish, not Welsh.

Revelling in the new found adrenaline, El Conajo Blanco lets out a small, excited yell, like some sort of a Bunny War-Cry as he stands up from his opponents battered body once more. Wanting to keep the momentum up, ECB does not waste too much time with taunting his opponent and runs back at the ropes yet again, still looking to keep the pace of the match at breakneck speed. Instead of simply bounding into the ropes, Blanco handsprings into the ropes and is launched back at the ring again. He Handsprings rapidly across the ring, back towards the Tom-Cat, just as the Welshman staggers to his feet. While El Conajo Blanco looks for a Crossbody Attack, Cathy does not seem to see him coming. ECB launches into the air, the handsprings giving him that little extra boost of speed.

Not everything goes to plan.

Out of nowhere, Cathy unloads with all the energy he has left a vicious swinging arm clothesline, catching El Conajo Blanco in mid air perfectly across the throat. He drives him straight down into the mat, cutting the attack short, like a Nascar hitting a concrete wall at 200 Miles an Hour. As the brutal move connects with all the evil intentions of a serial murderer, the suprised crowd let out a collective gasp, followed by a long, extended "OOOH".
The relentless and cut-throat Welshman collapses to his knees as soon as the move hits, exhausted, battered and sore from a matches worth of being trodden over by the former Champion. He virtually falls onto El Conajo Blanco to cover for a pinfall.

Jimmy Pate:
Good god almighty. Thomas Cathy nearly took El Conajo Blanco's head off right there. This time it connects. What a brutal, brutal attack!

Ray White:
And out of absolutely nowhere. I didn't see that coming, you didn't see that coming JP. And I'm sure that the leader of Bunnymania did not see that coming either.

Trix:
Wha?...

Jimmy Pate:
Its the ones that you never see coming that always hurt the most. Hell, El Conajo Blanco might be out right here. We could be a three count away from the end!

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The ref slides into position to count the pinfall, taking his time as the unexpected move had taken him by suprise also. He slams his palm down onto the mat and listens as the fans shout out with him

"One..."

A second time, he slaps the mat with his hand, still no sign of life from Wonderland's former Champion.

"Two..."

At the eleventh hour, just as the ref's hand is about to come down a third time, El Conajo Blanco manages to roll a single shoulder up off the ground to break the pinfall. The single act of life sends the Bunnymaniac fans wild, and a loud cheer erupts around the arena again. A fan at ringside wearing a Bunnymania t-shirt takes his head out of his hands and looks up at the ring once again to see his hero fighting back like a true champion.

The cheering fans only serve to frustrate the cold Welshman further, and he stands up off his opponent's struggling body disgustedly, shooting the ref a dirty look but not saying anything in particular. The ref holds up two fingers in protest, confirming that the pinfall was in fact unsuccessful.

Jimmy Pate:
Bunnymania is still running wild! Its only two!

Ray White:
That was almost a major setback for the Coven right there. Im sure that such a successful organisation would want to have gold wrapped around their waists, to loose it now would be a tragedy.

Jimmy Pate:
Well, with the Tom-Cat knocking at the door of the Coven aswell, this could be the proving ground for the Welshman. He's already stood up to Vladimir Strife, but one has to ask. Can he and El Conajo Blanco work together?

Random Hippie Dude:
Yeah, whats up with that man?

Trix:
There is no way in hell that Scum Sucking son-of-a-Bitch is going to join the Coven. I can tell you that right now. King Bear would not stoop that low.

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With a low, annoyed grunt, Cathy scoops up El Conajo Blanco so that he is almost cradled in the Tom-Cat's arms like a baby. The Welshman's eyes remain cold, uncaring and he gives off no emotion as he lifts the smaller man and stands to his feet. He takes two slow steps forward before swinging El Conajo Blanco around his torso, catching him with his right arm linked around ECB's neck to hold him in place. As Blanco swings around the Welshman's body, he is driven into the mat by Cathy's right arm and slammed mercilessly to the ground. All El Conajo Blanco can do is go along for the ride, and he braces himself for the inevitable impact. The move lands with an almighty slam, as the body of the former champion bounces off the mat slightly from the force of the move. A smaller section of the crowd cheer loudly at the move, the Welshman excerting his dominance with a fine display of smashmouth wrestling.

Jimmy Pate:
Catatonic!
Thomas Cathy's Swinging Side Slam. Feel the power! If he was almost beat before, theres no way he can kick out of this one.

Trix:
Hold the phone cowboy... You wouldn't be shooting prematurely now would you. I hear that is a problem for guys around your age.

ECB is not done yet, give him some damned credit. That was a nothing move and you know it.

Jimmy Pate:
Shall we let the pummeling continue then. How much is too much Trixie? Just say when...

Trix:
Screw you cowboy. You just watch the damned match.

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Once again, Cathy looks into himself and knows that he can win the match. His expression remains cold and unreadable as he rolls the former champion and leader of Bunnymania up for a second time in quick succession...

TBC ECB

[TPK/Acid]

The ref is a little quicker to get into position this time and immediately checks the shoulders of Blanco which he determines down within seconds, he then starts his count but gets to two and three quarters when in some form of miracle Blanco manages to roll his shoulder off the mat surprising everyone in the arena. Thomas Cathy's face lights up with shock as he rocks back on his knees and leers down at his opponent not believing how utterly resilient he is.

Trix: Holy Shit!....I mean see told you he was going to kick out Jimmy, and you were worried over nothing geesh.

JP: Not a clue how he pulled that trick out of his ass but he did and this match will go on that much longer, and by the look on The Thom Cat's face he isn't liking this one bit.

Ray: And why should he huh? The more Bunnyboy kicks out the more he is just prolonging the embarrassing defeat he is sure to suffer.

Thomas shakes it off and slowly gets to his feet, he hovers over Blanco for a few moments before bending down, grabbing the back of his mask and yanking him to his feet. Thomas quickly plants the toe of his wrestling boot into Blanco's midsection doubling him over instantly, Thomas than brings ECB's head between his legs and quickly flips him up over his head holding one of Blanco's arms with both of his hands, Thomas then takes off running and when he reaches mid ring falls to his knees and drives Blanco down into the mat leaving him in a heap in the middle of the ring. Thomas starts to go for the pin but stops himself and slowly gets to his feet before backing away. He paces around for a brief moment formulating a plan to take The Bunnyman from Wonderland down for good. He doesn't want to waste too much time however and turns back toward ECB, he once again brings him to his feet and whips him roughly toward the corner, Thomas slowly walks up to Blanco and turns him around once he reaches him before stepping out on the apron and straddling the top rope, he then pulls Blanco up with him and stands before placing his foe's head between his legs, before he can get his move off however Blanco uses his current positoin to an advantage and lifts up tossing the Thom Cat over his head and to his back near the ring ropes. Blanco with his back still turned to his opponent gets to the top rope and leaps into the air flipping himself backward he rotates once and then another half a rotation before landing his leg across the chest of Cathy making him kick his legs into the air and roll onto his stomach.

Hippie: Did that shit just happen or am I having another acid flashback? Because that was like groovy man.

Trix: Well if you are talking about that moonsault into a leg drop then yeah...that just happened.

JP: Looks like Thomas was going for that Pepsi Plunge but as quickly as Blanco got out of that you'd think he was a coke fan or something.

Blanco struggles to roll Cathy back to his back but eventually gets him over and lays across his chest and hooks the nearest leg, the ref slides over and starts the count but only manages to get to one before Thomas uses his ring smarts and places his foot on the nearby rope. Blanco gets to his feet and stumbles a few paces away from the Welsh Ringmaster obviously still feeling a bit dazed from the crucifix powerbomb he was hit with just a few moments ago. Thomas isn't far behind and backs into the ropes laying in wait for Blanco who is unaware he has made it back to his feet, ECB reaches the ropes and holds onto them for a moment attempting to get his head back into the match, he then turns to see a pissed off Thomas Cathy charging headlong toward him, Conajo thinks quickly and drops to his back at the last moment pulling the top rope down as he falls causing Thomas to stumble over the top rope and down to the floor below.

Ray: Oh man, why did the good looking one have to fall out of the ring? He could have landed on his face and ruined his rugged good looks for good!

Trix: And here I thought Hippie over there was the pot head...quick question ray what in the fuck you been smoking man!?

Hippie: Yeah dude and where can I get some of it?...No seriously man where cause I need to toke up soon and my normal guy is out of town.

Blanco places his hands on the top rope and waits for Thomas to stand, as soon as he is up Blanco leaps up onto the top rope and spins himself around before flipping his body back at Thomas catching him off guard and landing on top of him bringing both of them to the ground getting a "Holly Shit!" chant started from the fans. The ref hesitates at first but decides to implement his ten count, he begins yelling out his count as the fans look on nervously not wanting the match to end by count out. Blanco rolls off of Thomas and uses the apron to pull himself to a stand and rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring as the ref reaches a four count, Thomas is a bit slow to get up so Blanco knowing full well a belt can not exchange hands in this fashion rolls under the bottom rope before rolling back into the ring causing the ref to restart his count, Thomas finally comes around at about five and slowly forces himself back into the ring and is greeted by Blanco who falls to his side and drives the point of his elbow into the back of The Welshman's neck. Blanco snaps back to a stand and drags Thomas toward the middle of the ring with a little bit of an effort. Once Cathy is mid ring Blanco runs at the ropes and jumps into the air before planting his feet on the middle rope and turning back toward Thom Cat and flying at him, at the last moment Cathy rolls away causing Blanco to drive his forehead into the mat with a sick thud getting an "OOO" from the fans.

JP: Oh man, I think that one is going to seal the deal. El Conajo Blanco could very well be concust after that move.

Ray: HA! Serves him right silly rabbit...doesn't he know never assume your opponent is down that easily.

Trix: Is that your motto now Ray? Because from what I have heard on the street...you seem to go down easily, one might say a little TOO easily...aint that somethin.

Thomas seeing Blanco rubbing the back of his neck works quickly rolling back over and kneeling in front of his opponent and placing his head under his arm, he then begins to arch back putting as much pressure as possible on the neck of ECB who is now crying out from the immense pain. The ref gets face to face with Blanco and asks him if he is ready to submit but gets a yell of "NO!" for his troubles. Thomas occasionally lets pressure off of Blanco's neck only to wrench back on it in the same instance, ECB tries to force Thomas Cathy off balance but Cathy is firmly planted in his current position and doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.

Trix: Come on Blanco! Don't tap to that hoodlum...come on get out of that shit!

JP: Thomas Cathy is hell bent on keeping that belt and if El Conajo Blanco doesn't start putting up a better offensive front he may do just that here tonight.

Hippie: Man Thom Cat is totally letting my little bunny buddy have it in there, but I have seen Blanco do some amazing things...like whenever I need a jar opened I go to...well actually Trix but still Blanco is a cool dude also.

TBC
(OOC: Sorry about the late response, was going to post yesterday but some unexpected shit went down and by the time I got a chance to I was a bit flustered and didn't want to do a match post lol)

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

With a desperation swipe, El Conajo Blanco manages to find the rope with his hand, and grips it for dear life. Ordering the hold to be broke, the ref stars counting, but Cathy releases the hold almost instantly, regrouping for another attack. The Bunnyman is still dazed, clutching at his weathered neck after the submission hold had done its damage, but Cathy was not finished with the former champion just yet. He grabs a hold of Blanco's feet and yanks him viciously away from the ropes, pulling him back toward the center of the ring. Blanco struggles along with being dragged acros the ring, but kicks out as soon as Cathy had let go of his ankle, catching the champion with a well timed kick to the back of the knee.

The force of the kick causes the Tom-Cat's knee to buckle slightly, but he stays on his feet. However, the small amount of time it took for him to regain his composure had allowed the slippery Bunny to escape, and El Conajo Blanco hops away towards the ropes once more. With his legs being a target by the Welshman, ECB hops along a little slower than usual, limping slightly on his left leg, but the increase of pace catches the Welshman off guard. Blanco bounds off the ropes, springboarding back across the ring and looking to hit Cathy with a Cross-Body, but Cathy catches him in mid-air, staggering back afew steps under the weight of the smaller opponent.

Jimmy Pate:
Caught in mid-air... This does not boad well for El Conajo Blanco.

Random Hippie Dude:
Like a dude on the munchies, there seems to be no stopping the Tom-Cat from getting what he wants.

Jimmy Pate:
And what he wants is to retain that title of his.

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With a single step forward, the Tom-Cat pushes out the body of El Conajo Blanco in front of himself, while dropping down to the mat himself, sitting down, with his legs sprawled out in front of him. El Conajo Blanco lands back and head first on the mat, in between the legs of the Welshman with a dull thud that saps the energy and momentum out of the challenger's body. The BK Bomb sends shockwaves through ECB's body, and his arms flail out in no particular direction as they fall lifelessly down towards the mat.

Cathy rolls the smaller man up in an elevated pin, forcing his bodyweight down on Blanco to hold his shoulders pinned to the mat while the ref counts. Reaching only a two-count before Blanco can manage to slink out of the pin by twisting his body sideways, the match cantinues. Cathy slams the mat frustratedly with both palms before he can refocus on the match at hand. When he has gottne rid of his frustration, he turns his attention back toward El Conajo Blanco, picking him up off the mat by the back of the mask. He holds him in mid air, one arm grasped on the back of Blanco's mask, the other grabbing the former champion by the scruff of his pants.

In an amusing sight, Cathy holds his opponent parrallel to the mat at waist height, an proceeds to spin him around in the center of the ring. While spinning, he moves closer and closer to the corner turnbuckle. When Cathy lets go of ECB, he launches him into the air, firing him striaght into the turnbuckle viciously. El Conajo Blanco slams into the turnbuckle, hitting the unforgiving corner with his left knee absorbing the blow yet again. ECB slams into the mat, the turnbuckle stopping his flight like a Cesna plowing into a brick wall. The crowd let out a collective "OOH" as the smaller man is flung about like a dog's chew-toy, like a meaningless rag doll that a child had grown sick of. And, once again, Cathy is soon to be standing over his suffering body, looking to further exert his own dominance and power.

Ray White:
Now, that just not nice. Its not pretty and its not "orthodox", but just look at the velocity that El Conajo Blanco slams into that turnbuckle. Im glad its not me in there.

Trix:
Of course you would, nancy boy. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself in there. But there is no way that can be legal, JP, you seem to know what you are talking about the most out of this pathetic line-up you call a commentary crew. Tell me thats not legal!

Jimmy Pate:
Hmm... Vicious, yes. Painful, definately. But sorry Trix, that looks completely legal to me. Cathy doesn't really care about what he can and can't get away with. He's going to keep pushing the boundaries until he is the only one left standing. And at the moment, it looks like ECB has nothing to answer for it.

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With a confident swagger beginning to fall over him, Thomas Cathy picks up the Bunny-man, El Conajo Blanco once more. He lifts him up, holding him in the air by his neck and pacing back out into the middle of the ring. Obviously looking for a Chokeslam, Cathy takes his time, playing with his battered opponent like a predator would play with its prey during the final stages of a hunt. When he finally does decide to execute the Chokeslam, he holds El Conajo Blanco up high with one arm, before swinging the arm down, looking to slam ECB mercilessly into the ground.

However, El Conajo Blanco still has some fight left in him, and has other ideas about his fate. He swings his body in toward the Tom-Cat's, changing the center of his gravity. This causes the Welshman to ever so slightly loose his balance, stumbling forward. El Conajo Blanco uses the slight stumble to grab a hold of the Tom-Cat's head, using his knees to lock the Welshman's head in place. In a dramatic and unexpected reversal, El Conajo Blanco takes the Welsh Champion to the mat with a strong Hurricanrana. The quick change is followed by an eruption of cheering from the fans, who try to egg the Bunnymaniac on toward the win.

Trix:
See, that is what he is capable of. When you thin he is out, El Conajo Blanco can take you out in the blink of an eye.

Random Hippie Dude:
Faster than greased lightning man. Look at that Bunny-man move!

Jimmy Pate:
And I still don't think Cathy knows what has hit him. One moment he is about to drive the battered carcass of his opponent through the mat, the next he is flat on his back, looking up at the lights, with a hell of a pain in his head.

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Feeling the will of the fans pump a second wind through his body, El Conajo Blanco hurries to his feet, trying desperately to shake the effects of the Tom-Cats relentless Smashmouth style off his body. Once again he heads to the ropes and once more he springboards off them. With his opponent lying on the mat still, holding his head in pain, he Lionsaults off the ring ropes and hurtles through the air toward his opponent. He soars brilliantly through the air, like a hawk swooping overhead, and has his opponent lined up perfectly. El Conajo Blanco seems to move in slow motion, each inch he gets closer to landing seeming to take an eternity, closer and closer he comes, the hearts of the fans around the arena momentarily stopping beating as they wait anxiousoly to see what will happen next...

TBC ECB