Gunner/Demon vs Aiden/Mystery }{ Pre-Main Event

[Desperado]

Pre Main-event
Tag-Team Match
Magnus Gunner & Demon vs Aiden Andrews & Mystery Partner
Magnus wants revenge on Jack Noble but it seems he will be out of action this week. It looks like he might just have to settle for his tag team partner this week in Aiden.
Referee: John Patterson

[†Tripp†]

After the participents of the last match shuffle their worn bodies backstage, the camera zooms in to the two EVPW commentators, Ray White and Jimmy pate, to give their insight to the next match up that is about to take place.

“That was one hell of a match, Chris Pyro's maniacal brother, Lee, was damned sure impressive here tonight as was the EVPW fan favorite, Faceless.”

“I completely agree with you, Jim Jim. Lee's pretty hot too.. well in that, “Hey, I'd rather fuck a dead guy than you, but what the hell.” type way.”

“Once again, you leave me speechless, Ray.”

“I do what I can. Anyways, the next match was meant to showcase the Eagle Division champion, Jack Noble, however he is unable to compete this week. Leaves one to wonder who Aiden's partner will turn out to be, heck, I'm not sure he knows.”

“You took the words out of my mouth. Oh! It looks like we're all about to find out who that mystery partner is.”

The lights dim down to the point of almost complete darkness in the Solid Core Gymnasium, leaving fans wondering what segment or match will hit them next. Suddenly, a heavy guitar riff echoes through the gymnasium speakers, playing an eerily familiar tune.

“Oh, my god! We haven't heard anything from him since Prelude to Madness, can it actually be him?”

As Jimmy spat out this sentence, a character emerges through the smoke filled entrance curtain. His head is hung down as he then slowly begins to make his descent towards the EVPW squared circle. Some hardcore fans get to their feet, remembering all this man had done for EVPW back in the day. An official camera angles in on a shot directed at a fan holding up a sign reading, “He's back and there's HELL to pay.” By now, it is obvious to anyone who may have been in doubt about the man's identity, it is the Heartbeat of Hell, Tripp. Lizzie Morna, EVPW's ring announcer, then begins the introduction of a man who never needs one.

"Making his way to the ring, he hails from Berlin, Germany.. weighing in at two hundred and forty pound, standing at six feet, two inches. He. Is. Tripp!"

The enigma of EVPW continues his way, step by step, down the entrance way before he finally reaches the three steel ring steps. A solid thunk is heard as he places his left foot on the first step before jogging up the remaining to. Now on the ring apron, he ducks his body between the top and second rope, hopping onto the beige canvas. Tripp turns around on his heel as he then leaps onto the second rope of the turnbuckle, posing his arms extended out at his sides as he tilts his head back and lets out a battle yell.

“He looks really intimidating tonight, Jim.. is that just me?”

“Not at all, Ray, I feel like the Era of Enigma is about to hit EVPW.”

JVT hops off of the turnbuckle before spinning around in a half circle before his two feet hit the ring. After taking numerous steps, he soon reaches the opposite turnbuckle before he grips the top rope with both of his hands. Soon after he jumps up onto that specific turnbuckle, performing the same pose he had done on the previous one. The Heartbeat of Hell leaps backward off of the middle rope, as he had done before, as he turns himself around to look at the entrance way, waiting for his tag team partner, Aiden Andrews, to make his grand entrance to the ring.

"If Tripp was my tag partner, I'm not so sure that I'd even want to show up for this match."

"And that's why you're a commentator and not a wrestler, Ray."

[Aiden Andrews/Scotty Daniels]

The crowd has just settled down from the eratic entrance of the original hardcore son of a bitch himself, Tripp.

::-lizzie-::
Introducing next he is one half of the EVPW united glory tag team champions, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Aiden Andrews!

The crowd roars at just the mere mention of the name before the creative jokester emerges from behind the curtian and begins to head down towards the ring. His theme song starts to blare through the sound system amping up not only the EVPW superstar but his fans as well.

Don't blink they wont even miss you at all
and don't think that I'll always be gone
You know I've got you like a puppet in the palm of my hand
Don't you let me down

Aiden's face semms to have almost been dyed pink around the mouth area quite possibly having something to do with all of Rhaps strawberry Ice cream he ate earlier. In honor of stars wars day that had happened this past week he also is carries with him a lightsaber that he pretends to be fighting an imaginary opponent in front of him. The gold that gleams off of his waist is almost blinding with it's reflection of the bright lights that illuminate the arena. He then stops at the end of the ramp and hands the toy away to a small child before entering the ring. As much as he is impressed and excited with his partner he wishes it was Jack Noble and can't help but not take his eyes off of him.

I'll be there just to watch you fall
So don't push me
I've got nothing to lose

Aiden continues his celebration on top of all four corner of the ring before greating his tag team partner in the middle of the ring. Although he is skeptical, Tripp meets him half way with a handshake and a hello, hoping he is someone he can trust and not have to betray. The two men have similar styles to each other and it seems that it could turn out to be a very promising match.

::-Jimmy-::
It seems that tonight Aiden is trying to step his game up yet another notch by stepping into the ring with Mr. Hardcore himself Tripp, i hope this doesn't get ugly for Aiden's sake.

::-Ray-::
I wouldn't doubt it with the silly pranks he pulls it's only a matter of words that would set the rather intimidating Tripp off.

Aiden grabs a microphone out of his back pocket that had seem to been hiden and flips it over to the bottom to turn it on.

::-Aiden-::
It's an honor I've heard a lot of great things about you, hope to be a good match.

Aiden attempts to again out stretch a hand in a genuine gesture before having the microphone snatched from his hand.

::-Tripp-::
Listen I'm here to change EVPW back to what it was without the silly games and gimiks that you play. Do your part and i wll do mine.

Tripp drops the mic and leans back now resting on the corner post as Aiden drops his hand, shakes his head and awaits his opponents.

[Magnus Gunner]

The feed begins, the scene showing Magnus Gunner is his lockeroom getting ready for match, vehement boos heard in the background. Haven Silver is beside him, watching intently as the Rock Messiah gradually and methodically laces his boots. Concerned, Silver mutters.

"Babe, I haven't seen you this upset since Jimmy Hendrix died. Talk to me."

Gunner sighs, leaning back and closing his eyes in frustration, yet restrains himself, holding back the anger and rage that's piling up inside him, screaming at him to be released. "I had Jack Noble where I wanted him. I had the Eagle Division Championship in my sights and I blinked. That bastard is still champion and I'm still...

"The number one contender. Don't forget that. Abaddon's Pit is coming, management has no choice but to give you a rematch. I mean, nobody wants to see Aiden Andrews, or Rhaps, or any other of those losers."

You're right. The Rock Messiah replies with a cheeky grin, quickly slipping into his "I Fucking Blood" sleeveless T-shirt. "Jack Noble knows he got lucky, just like everyone in the free world. Lightning doesn't strike twice though Haven. That's why he ducked me tonight in the tag match. That bastards running scared. When shuts his eyes, he sees me, beating the pie out of him. I'm going to beat him for the Heavyweight Title. Its prophetic."

Haven walks over and sits in his lap, placing his obnoxious shutter shades on him and stroking his mustache.

"You get to beat on Andrews and Tripp tonight. I think Demon's your partner.

With his brow winking into a frown Magnus replies. "He'd better not get in my way or I'll close his damn shades something fierce. I'm going to take my frustrations out on that pothead Andrews, that weirdo Tripp, and anyone else who wants to go twelve rounds with the baddest man on the planet. And that's all there is to it."

End Segment

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The lively crowd's jubilance suddenly ceases as "Sin's A Good Man's Brother" by Grand Funk Railroad hits the P.A. system. The curtains sway, and Magnus Gunner emerges into the atmospheric hatred. The "Rock Messiah" fiddles with his wrist wraps, his eyes which burn with content being unleashed upon the arena. As he breathes in the oxygen poisoned with detestation, Magnus squints his eyes, his face being morphed into a condescending gaze. Now finished messing with his attire, Magnus begins his pretentious amble to the ring.


~Lizzie Morna}- "Introducing the opponents, first hailing from Detroit Michigan, he is the "Rock Messiah"...MAGNUS GUNNER"

~Ray White}- "Gunner came up just short of beating Jack Noble last week. He blew it Jimmy, and not the kind of blowing that I've come to love."

~Jimmy Pate}- "Yet when you listen to him, he's still cocky and overzealous. If he did a little more wrestling, and a lot less posturing, he might be Eagle Division Champion right now."

~Ray White}- "But Haven Silver made a valid point. Gunner is the number once contender. He's proven better than everyone else. And I think its his destiny to become champion."

~Jimmy Pate}- "And you also think its your destiny to marry George Clooney. So that's that."


The Rock Messiah slowly climbs onto the apron before ascending up the nearest turnbuckle. Magnus hoists his fist into the air with utmost pride, spurring fierce disapproval from the audience. After his gesture, Magnus climbs over the turnbuckle and leaps into the squared hell. He ostentatiously removes his vest before handing it to the nearby ring-hand. As his music peters out, Magnus perches himself in the nearest corner, staring at his adversaries, and awaiting the arrival of his monstrous partner.

[Demon]

The scene is the backstage area of Solidcore Gymnasium. The masked form of Demon stands alone, leaning against the wall of a corridor that is occupied by only him. The masked monster is dressed in his usual wrestling garb of black pants with black muscle shirt, but also has on a dark hoodie. In his hand, he holds a lit cigarette. He lifts it up to his mouth, drawing upon it and allowing the sweet relief of nicotine to flow through his body. As he exhales a cloud of smoke, Demon begins to speak.

"So I have to fight in a tag match with Magnus Gunner as my opponent against Aiden Andrews and Tripp?"

"That's right."

An unseen person speaks off camera, confirming what Demon has just said. The Psychotic Mastermind chuckles to himself. His eyes look upward, as his mind wanders elswhere. Demon shakes his head as he snaps back to the present. He tosses the now out cigarette and pushes against the wall before beginning to set off at a walk. Before he is out of view of the camera, he stops with his back to the lens and speaks once more.

"Taking those two down shouldn't be much of a problem. But I don't trust that Gunner guy. He better not try anything funny, or else. That shouldn't make much of a difference though. I'll take those two out and then we shall continue with our plans."

"Sounds perfect. Or rather, Imperfect if you will."

"My sentiments exactly."

Demon resumes his walk, fading out of view of the camera. The feed continues for a few moments longer before fading to black.

End of Segment

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As the boos still rain down from the fans upon Magnus Gunner, the EVPW fans are given another reason to jeer as loudly as possible. The sounds of Avenged Sevenfold's song, "God Hates Us" cackles through the PA system of Soldicore Gymnasium and Demon walks out from behind the entrance curtain. He is dressed in his trademark mask, along with black pants and shirt. A hooded jacket is on, unzipped, over his black shirt. His eyes look out over the crowd, shifting from the left to the right, before he begins his slow descent toward the ring.

"And introducing his partner tonight. He stands six feet, seven inches tall and weighs in at three hundred and twelve pounds, he is the Monster of the Abyss...Demon!"

"I cannot believe that he is back. I was starting to get used to the idea of his psychotic self not being around anymore."

"I just can't believe that we let a man come back with such a horrible sense of fashion."

"Did I ever mention that you amaze me sometimes, Ray?"

Demon reaches the bottom of the ring, and looks up at the three men who stand in the squared circle above him. The Psychotic Mastermind walks over to the steel steps and walks up them before lifting his leg up over the ring rope and stepping into the ring. Once more, Demon eyeballs both his opponents and his partner, before settling in to his own corner. It is there he leans back while he awaits the signal for the match to start.

TBC

[†Tripp†]

The two tag teams decide which man will start for their individual team. It seems as if Aiden Andrews and Tripp had no trouble deciding that Tripp will start out the match, however, in the other corner, Demon and Magnus Gunner bicker back and forth about who will start the match up. Finally, it seems as if Demon gives in to EVPW's local Disco man consistent whining and takes a spot on the apron. When the dust of the altercation finally settles, the EVPW official positions himself between the two competitors and makes sure that they are both ready to start this Pre Main Event tag team match up. Tripp solemnly nods his head when asked if he is good to go, as Gunner gives out the response of, “Hell yeah, daddio!” to the same question. John Patterson, the assigned referee for the match then signals for the bell as this bout is officially underway.

“I haven't the slightest of which thrown together tag team will come out the victor of this match. The only problem I see is that Tripp and Demon both have their fair share of ring rust, and that may come in to be a factor later in this match.”

“I hear ya, Jim Jim, outside of that, these are two evenly talented teams! It looks like they're ready to go!”

As Ray White completed his last statement, The Heartbeat of Hell, Tripp, and Magnus Gunner tie up in an old school lock up. Almost instantly, we see Tripp bring Gunner down to a knee, winning the test of strength. However, the Rock Messiah is no fool and quickly spins in a circular motion on his one knee and sweeps Tripp's legs right out from under him with a well executed leg sweep. Now having the upper hand for the moment, Gunner quickly wraps his bicep around his opponent's neck, positioning him in a grounded sleeper hold variation. EVPW's Enigma, the victim of the hold, flails his right fist back and forth, trying to make solid contact to the face of Gunner. However, he is unable to do so, and startlingly begins to get up to a knee, forcing his opponent to stand if he wants to keep the hold locked in. Soon after, Tripp gets up to a vertical stance and simply backs Magnus into a corner, making the referee break the submission hold. It looks as if no one in the entire arena, including Tripp and Magnus, had seen a blind tag made by Demon as he had slapped the shoulder of his tag partner when the opposition backed him into the corner.

“Blind tag by Demon! This could get interesting!”

“That it could, Ray. EVPW's Enigma versus the Psychotic Mastermind! Both men have similar fighting styles, so it should be interesting to see who comes out for the better after this altercation.”

Demon storms into the ring much like.. well, a demon, and tears after Tripp right away, throwing left and right handed punches into his abdominal region. As this is happening, Magnus Gunner if fighting with the referee that the tag Demon made was unfair and unjust, and that he should still be the legal man for their team at this point in the bout. Of course, John Patterson disagrees with him and sends him into the corner like an eight year old boy who disobeyed their mother. Magnus pouts before retreating to the ring apron. Meanwhile, Demon wraps his giant paw around one of the Heartbeat of Hell's wrists and uses his momentum to fling him forward toward the ropes. Tripp's weight bounces off the top rope and propels him back at his opponent with gained speed. Once he is just a foot or so away from him, Demon bends down, letting Tripp run into his shoulder as he then uses this momentum to hoist him up into mid air before letting him drop all the way down to the mat, back first. After successfully completing this back body drop, the Psychotic Mastermind looks to stay on the attack, and not let his opponent shake the cobwebs by dropping down to his knees and letting furious punches bomb away at the face of Tripp.

“Oh, my! Tripp looks to be in a bad place here. Heck, I don't even think he's gotten one offensive move in this whole match!”

“You're completely right, Ray. Perhaps he was just out of the ring too long, this might get ugly here tonight, folks.”

Just as JP had completed his statement, Demon rose up to his own two feet, standing tall over his downed opponent. Suddenly, however, it seems like Tripp got a second wind, if you will, and rolls up to a knee, looking up at his opponent, who appears to be quite taken back by this quick recovery. Tripp then pushes his hands off of his knee, giving him enough momentum to stand back up, having both feet securely under him. His opponent then charges him, attempting what looks to be a viscous clothesline. Unfortunately for Demon, Tripp had seen this coming from a mile away and ducks the attempted closthline while the Psychotic Mastermind's momentum carries him to the ropes opposite of Tripp before bouncing off of them, flinging himself back at his opponent. He his greeted with a boot right to the mid section, this causes him to bend over as Tripp then wraps his arms around his opponents waist as he then loads him up onto his shoulders. He then takes to big steps forward before powerbombing Demon's back square into the top turnbuckle pad.

“Oh! Forget ring rust! Did you just see that?! What a sick move from Tripp.”

“If someone failed to see it, JP, I'm sure they felt it!”

While Tripp falls to his hands and knees, being semi exhausted after that huge powerbomb in the corner, he failed to see that Magnus Gunner had tagged himself back in as Demon's back hit the corner turnbuckle. Gunner slyly works his way up to the top rope before leaping off, something this man is definitely used to doing. He then, in mid air, forces his body into a sitting like position, extending his legs out as far as they go. Tripp, who is unaware of the flying Rock Messiah, remains on his hands and knee before the back of a knee hits down on the back of his masked head, forcing his face down into the unforgiving beige canvas. A large portion of the crowd is heard yelling out, “Oh, Shit!” while others remain speechless, acknowledging the moves power. Tripp, being the victim, definitely feels all the force that maneuver had to offer as he rolls to his back whilst grasping his face with his right hand. Gunner then quickly crawls his way onto his opponent, hooking the leg for a pin attempt. The referee slides down into position, about ready to start the count as JP howls out over by the commentators table,
“That's it! That has to be it! No one can kick out of that!”

[Magnus Gunner]

I'm taking this post, since Tripp's post constitutes as your teams post this round and yours would be doubling, additionally mine will even up the score.