#1 Contendership - Triple Threat

[Liam]

Making his way from the locker room Cb stops for a moment and looks around him. Assistants, cleaners and various under paid support bustle along the hallways going about there own business seemingly ignorant to the wrestler. Eventually coming to the stairs which lead to the main entry stage, if you can call a tattered old made at home style curtain an entry. CB shakes his arms loosely with obvious pain in his right shoulder before stretching his neck. Given up by Linkin Park begins to play the lights fade out and the monster-tron shows highlights of selected matches from the Crazy One. People in the audience change there attention from the screen to the stage as the wrestler appear from the right side of the curtain. Crazy One is in his attire of deep red wrestling tights, a black shirt which states " Crazy Boy, his own worse enemy" and his snake skin boots. Casually he walks down the aisle raising his hands in high five to the fans lucky enough to be point blank to the action. Walking to either side of the security barrier as he walks confidently towards the ring reading some of the fan made banners and looking at the packed at audience.

Stopping mid-stride he tilts his head to the side while raising his chin and inhales a deep breath. Lowering his head as he opens his eyes he gazes around him at the cozy audience in the small yet spacious Solid Core Gymnasium. Turning his head he focuses on the ring which appears to be well put together considering its obviously constructed by second hand demolition site left overs. A chuckle of bemusing thought comes over him as he sings the theme song of Scooby Doo. His neck silently cracking as he stretches side to side. Crazy Boy takes his another step as he makes his way to the ring. Turning to his side he sees a fan with a small notebook and pencil. With a smile on his face he happily signs the notebook followed by a small smiley face. The girl in response looks at the name, and turns a shade of red as she blushes. A slight smile betrays his calm persona as he continues to walk the aisle. Once at the squared circle Crazy Boy stops at the steel steps and climbs to the apron.

Bowing his head in silent prayer Crazy Boy places his right foot on the second rope as the lights return to normal before placing his left in the ring and entering. Walking around the ring he gazes at the ecstatic audience wondering if there enjoying the great night of entertainment. Pacing around the ring Crazy Boy poses a little receiving a somewhat better reaction than in his previous matches from the small yet loyal audience. Removing his shirt revealing a toned appearance, what is noticeable are several tribal tattoos and a few healing lacerations to his upper right arm and shoulder. Walking to the ropes Crazy Boy leans on them as he faces the entrance to await his opponents.

Tbc ppl involved.
ooc:- sorry no commentary I'm busy as a mo fo.
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[gnarfflinger]

As CB awaits his opponent, there is an apparent disturbance. Gnarfflinger the Butcher is seen vaulting over the railing, and slides in under the bottom rope. As CB turns around, Gnarfflinger hits a double leg takedown depositing Cb on his butt. The Butcher drives right hands into the skull of his foe as they await the third participant in the fray.

TBC: Anyone. Sorrry it's short, but it's late and I have to get up early in the morning...

[Liam]

Fist after fist rains down finding there mark, one landing painfully on the temple causing Crazy Boy to shout out something absurd. The relentless fists eventually stop only to be followed up by a left boot to the solar plexus dropping Crazy Boy back first to the mat before he curls up in agony. Gnarffinger looking like a man possessed as he continues to stomp away at the down asylum escapee. Stopping for only a moment to taunt his his foe. Receiving a mixed reaction from the audience the ugly troll shrugs his shoulders before turning his attention back to Crazy One.

Watching his opponent struggle to his knees the 280 pound psycho slowly steps backwards whilst keeping watching Crazy Boy struggle to his feet. With an arm behind him contacting the rope he holds it with his finger tips waiting for his moment. Catching his breath while his head feels like he's had to much to drink the night before the match, his vision a little blurred he closes his eyes for a second as he makes it to his feet. Seeing his moment Gnarf grunts before launching forward like a freight train out of control then ... BAM ! . He finds his mark to the midsection of of the asylum escapee.

Landing awkwardly on his back as Gnarf some how is able to pick up the smaller wrestler and drive his lower spine in a modified spear / spinebuster combination making Crazy Boy cry out in agony. Rage consuming Gnarf like a hungry fire consumes dry twigs he doesn't give his foe a chance as he immediately applies a front sleeper wraps his legs around him in a body scissors type bear hug. The referee not noticing Crazy Boys shoulders are on the mat for a three, but checking instead Gnarf isn't choking the smaller wrestler.

ooc. Ill add commentary when i get home just thought i would continue and give something to build on.

[Amanda Hallsworth]

By the looks of things, the match had already started. As Crazyboy and Gnarfflinger went all out on eachother, a female laugh hit the PA System. The fighting didn’t stop in the ring though, even though the ref was trying his hardest to pull the wrestlers apart. “Will You” by P.O.D hit’s the PA System and Amanda doesn’t waste any time in getting down to the ring. She runs down the middle of the ramp, not paying attention to any of the crowd’s boo’s. Her music stopped pretty quickly as she slid under the bottom rope and got to her feet. The vibration on the canvas caused Gnarff to know something was up. He stood up and turned around, only to be met with the side of Amanda’s boot with a Chick Kick.

He tumbled to the canvas and rolled out under the bottom rope, landing hard on the cold concrete floor on the outside. Amanda turned her attention to Crazyboy now, making her way over to him and pulling him up by his hair. The crowd were booing at the diva, but it didn’t phase her one bit. She kicked Crazyboy in the stomach and threw him against the ropes. When he was sprung back, she ran at him and drove her right shoulder into his mid section. The catapult from the ropes making the spear a bit more effective.

(-[Jimmy Pate]-)
Wow.. Amanda has only just come into the match, and she’s clearing house! As much as I don’t like that girl right now, I’ve gotta hand it to her. Very nice start to the match.

(-[Ray White]-)
I think her performance in this match could be a message to either Thomas Cathy or ECB. She has her sights set on winning this number one contenders match, even though both her opponents are.. Well.. Crazy..

Amanda stands to her feet and walks around the ring, removing the chain around her neck and passing it out to a stag hand. She looks around at the crowd who are booing her loudly, a smirk crosses her lips as she turns her attention to Gnarfflinger on the outside of the ring. She ran towards the ropes and jumped under the top rope, landing shoulder first onto Gnarf, knocking him back down to the ground. She rolls over onto her back and grabs her knee, a painful look spread across her face as she pulls herself back to her feet using the barricades.

Crazyboy uses the ropes to pull himself back up and looks around the ring, not quite sure about what the hell happened a few moments ago. He adds it all up, noticing Amanda and Gnarf outside the ring. Amanda slides back into the ring and runs at Crazyboy, only to be knocked down to the canvas with a powerful clothesline by the opponent in the ring. She lays on her back unmoving, while Crazyboy stands over her, a slight smirk on his face. There wasn’t much chance of her getting the upper hand on that part, with CB being the bigger wrestler.

(-[Ray White]-)
Well Crazyboy managed to turn the tables there. He didn’t like the fact he was knocked down by a woman obviously..

(-[Jimmy Pate]-)
You know Ray, your so sexist sometimes. You make it sound as if it shouldn’t be possible..

(-[Ray White]-)
No Jimmy, all im saying is that I’M the one that should be spearing Crazyboy.

Jimmy Pate refuses to reply to that remark as he shakes his head and turns his attention back to the match. Crazyboy lifts Amanda to her feet and puts his hand around her throat, looking right into her eyes, a sick kind of look on his face as he lifts her up off the canvas and slams her back down onto the mat with a loud bang from the impact. The referee walks a little closer, thinking maybe CB would go for the pin, but he didn’t. He took hold of one of Amanda’s hands and pulled her towards the corner of the ring, sitting her up against the turnbuckle. While Amanda was still out of it, Crazyboy walked to the opposite corner of the ring. The same side in which Gnarf was down on the outside.

Crazyboy measured Amanda up, as he pushes himself off the turnbuckle, Gnarfflinger grabbed his foot, stopping him from running anywhere and sending him face first into the canvas. CB rolled onto his back holding his face as Gnarf slid back into the ring and got to his feet, planning his next move on either Crazyboy or Amanda.

*Tbc*

[gnarfflinger]

The Butcher stands, eyeballing the two vulnerable opponents. He plants a boot to the head of Amanda, stunning her while he plants another boot into Crazy Boy. He returns to Amanda, drives a knee into her face then manhandles her over to the corner. He sets her in the tree of woe, turns to Crazy Boy, fires him shoulder first towards Amanda, but she pulls herself out of harms way, allowing the unfortunate third man to spear the unforgiving steel ring post. Gnarfflinger grabs Amanda by the hair, uses the back of Crazy Boy for a ramp and runs up, vaulting the top rope and dragging Amanda with him--and driving her mercilessly into the steel guard rail!

There is no way that Amanda can recover from a shot like that!

You know, that ugly troll is not so bad when he's beating a woman. He can have all the fun he wants with her as long as he leaves my Crazy Boy alone!

For once, I think the Butcher might take you up on that, but I doubt that Amanda would agree to that...

Amanda's feet rest on the now abandoned chairs at ringside, her back arched across the guard rail, where the Butcher so violently positioned her. Crazy Boy stirs in his place between the ropes, his shoulder stiff from the impact with the steel. Gnarfflinger grabs the uninjured arm of Crazy Boy, reefs on it, flipping him hard onto Amanda. The Butcher stacks the two up on the railing, climbs to the top rope, launches himself with a shooting star press--only to find that both opponents manages to get out of the way. The violent veteran's 282 lb frame impacts the guardrail!

*YOU FUCKED UP!*

After seizing the momentum and using his experience to gain a huge advantage, he makes the cardinal sin of gambling it on a high risk move. He's now in just as much trouble as he's left his opponents in!

After how many years of seeing this ugly troll mutilate those sexy sexy men, we finally see his good side! All bent over that guard rail...

Jimmy stands up, grabs the timekeeper's bell and clobbers Ray with it.

TBC: Anyone.