The Pit Stage One

[-Jack Noble-]

Main-Event

Bryan Hawk, Shawn Dreamer, Faceless, AJ Scally, Aiden Andrews, Skull, Matt Violence, Cromwell, Matt Scar, Liam O'Donnell
In this hellacious match, ten men will enter with only one leaving with his own personal golden ticket. Who will be able to pull out the victory this year?
Referee: John Blackwood

[Scar]

This event takes place half an hour before the scheduled start of the Main Event, Abbadon's Pit.

Scar sits in his locker room staring at the cement floor, he is in his wrestling attire, a black spandex singlet, merging with equally black leggings and coupled with mid-shin height black leather boots. Scar looks up and begins to pan his head across the room, it is a complete mess. Suddenly his neck begins to roll and finishes off with a slight twitch, "Well Scar, I do believe you could get a part-time job as a decorator." A reply is made almost immediately and although it emanates from the same man, the tone of the voice completely changes, "Just preparing for destruction." Scar begins to nod his head as he stands up groggily, almost collapsing in the process. "Oh look at yourself, you can barely stand. Let me take control, you need to rest for the match!" Immediately the swaying stops and the previously uneasy stance is replaced with a confident one who starts to bob on the spot. "Ahaha, yes, are you almost ready? I have a damn good feeling about this one tonight!" "We still have time."

Scar begins to pace the room, he is filled with energy and it's surprising he isn't attempting to bounce off the walls. He raises his arm and clicks his fingers, elevating his head simultaneously. "Time to go!" Immediately upon speaking, without another thought he grabs his trench coat and fedora and crashes through the door, knocking it off it's hinges in the process, as it clunks to the ground a thud is heard and Scar staggers, struggling to maintain his balance. He crashes against the opposing wall and laughs mischievously. "Did I mention how riveting this match will be tonight! We got put in the Main Event in our very first night! Here is where we make a statement and reveal our talent!" "It's going to be tough," doubt resonates throughout Scar's words and he begins to shake his head rigidly, attempting to take control. Scar slaps himself viciously, "You've had your fun damnit. you can't take control whenever you want! I want to have some damn fun tonight too!" "You'd better not fuck us up Matt.." "Scar, without me you'd be some idiot in a mask." "You're too enigmatic for our own good sometimes. "And you're too damn serious."

The masked marauder sits there in silence, slumped against the wall. It appears he is waiting for something, minutes pass and he doesn't move an inch. Closer inspection would show his pupils are rolled into the back of his head. Scar's eyes remain pure white and his face appears distorted in pain behind his mask. Eventually a tune can be heard faintly in the distance. Scar doesn't recognise it but he takes it as a cue that the match has begun. Instantaneously he jumps to his feet and his pupils flicker back to their proper position as a devilish snicker begins to form. He slips his arms into his trench coat and pulls it tight against him as he places his fedora on, tilting it down in the process as he begins to stagger towards the entrance point, "Time to shine."


The crowd begins to die down as Aiden drops to the ground and takes his position within the cell. Mere moments after, a sound which has not previously graced any of EVPW's events begins to play, the tune is recognised by many as Sweating Bullets by Megadeath. Few members of the crowd can put the pieces together that this new competitor is Scar. By this point the entire arena is silent as they await the silhouette behind the song to be revealed. Those close to the entrance ramp can see two small cylindrical devices thrown to either side of the ramp. The devices begin to spout smoke and the lights turn off as a dark figure walks through the curtain silently. The fog encompasses him and he stands silently for a moment before twitching slightly and breaking into an aggressive sprint towards the ring. Scar slips out of his trench coat and throws it towards the makeshift barricade separating the crowd from the ring, he also takes off his fedora and throws it out like a frisbee into the crowd.

"Well, credit to him for the unique entrance, but I'd prefer him to showcase his body, he looks like he has a good physique!"

"Personally, I don't rate him. He won't advance, I'm not even sure why he was allowed into this prestigious event, he'll just ruin it's integrity."

"I think you're being a little harsh there Jimmy. You haven't even seen him! I hope he proves you wrong, I've seen his work, he has an attitude that just screams successful!"

"It seems everyone has an 'attitude' nowadays.

The music still plays and Lizzie begins to announce the new competitor, "And uhh, hailing from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 252 lbs and towering at a height of 6'5", he is the Masked Marauder, SCAR!" As Scar finally reaches the cell and passes through the door he makes a bee-line straight for Lizzie. "It's actually Matt at the moment," he says with a wink. "I got told to say Scar, now get out of my face you freak." Lizzie says with repulsion on her face. Scar laughs heartily and nods his head as he backs away from her. The crowd begins to mock him for being rejected by Lizzie but this doesn't appear to affect him. Scar begins walking backwards slowly as he leans casually against the cage, awaiting the rest of the competitors.

"Oh how could she even begin to turn down a man like that!"

"I think she made the right choice, he seems like a psychopath"

"Let's see how he stacks up against the other men!"

OOC: Note, My entrance segment was made when Aiden had previously posted an entrance before me and we were not aware entrance segments did not count.

[Wolverina]

"Thank you so much for coming, dear. I've tried everything but she just won't talk. Everyone has been calling me because they can't get a hold of her by cell. Her voicemail box is full. I can barely get her to eat."

Amanda Hallsworth hugged the frustrated and slightly misty eyed Janet "Momma Bear" Cassady.

"I know. I'm her best friend Momma Bear, I'll get through to her."

Mrs. Cassady nodded once and motioned down the hall.

"I hope so. She's down the hall in her bedroom. Please help."

Another hug of reassurance was given before the original Queen of Wrestling made her way to the bedroom. She knocked a few times, no reply, not even a "Go Away" from the other side of the door. Worried, Amanda turned the knob and was relieved to find the door unlocked. Being careful at that point was an understatement, she didn't want Haven alarmed in any way, so she slowly entered and caught sight of her best friend. Wolverina was stationed on her bed, her knees tucked up to her chest in a closed body gesture, and her head was turned facing the mirror atop her princess pink chest of drawers. The Chick with Kick called out softly to her bestie, but the GodQueen was lost in the mirror, just looking at herself with the classic thousand yard stare. Moving closer, Amanda came to a sit beside her and looked into the mirror also, before she broke Haven's deep thought with two meaningful words.

"I know."

That's all it took. Haven collapsed into the hug like a scared child would their protecting mother, and began to sob all over the only woman in the world that could relate to her torment. Hallsworth was moved to tears also, but kept the embrace tight until, after a long age, the crying subsided.

"He hurt me Manda. He ripped a part of me down there. The doctors had to do some surgery on me. I don't understand how this happened. I vowed it would never happen again yet it did. I thought my slaughter of Jaggeroth would be a mark for all future deviants who sought to take the same path as him. Yet... it still happened. I never felt so helpless, so defenseless in my life. I'm the most powerful woman in the world. I've beaten icons and legends, yet Vlad so easily committed his crime. Manda, he even made me like it. How is that possible? I climaxed more explosively than I ever have. I don't understand. I'm so confused. How did this happen?"

Amanda hugged her even tighter and kissed her on the head.

"To this very day I ask myself the same question, and I have no idea what the answer is. I don't think we will ever know. What I do know, however, is that closing myself off from family and friends did not help. I know that not even therapy helped. The only thing that helped me get through this was getting back inside that ring. It was the best therapy in the world, and it is exactly what you need to do TRUST me on this. What I would do if I were you, is go to the Abaddon's Pit pay per view, win the AP match itself since you already have experience in that environment, then win the world title and drag Vlad's sorry ass into the ring. That's when you get your revenge. You beat him to death, humiliate him in front of the entire world like you did Jaggy. If you do that we will never, ever see him again. He will be too disgraced to even go out in public after that. There's no greater vengeance than that. "

Haven broke from her embrace at last and managed a weak smile.

"Will you be there?"

Hallsworth beamed back a bright smile.

"Damn right. First row. Right along with all your fans. They love you, they need you, I need you. You're the closest thing we have to a real hero, and if there's one thing about heroes it is this: They may lose a battle here and there, but they ALWAYS win the war. Let's go. Get up Wolverina!!!"

Amanda stood and yanked up her long time friend, and the two stared for a moment before Haven uttered words spoken by the first real hero of 9/11.

"Let's roll."

---- Several Days Later----

Mid way through the Abaddon's Pit pay per view broadcast, the entrance/exit door backstage flung open with authority, and in stepped Wolverina already dressed in her traditional American Gladiator ring attire.



The usual backstage chatter ceased and some looked while others turned away. The Queen of Queens marched forward, her head held high with a look of complete determination in her eyes, and passed by several men and women without sharing a glance. As she continued through, the inevitable happened. Bryan Hawk aka Captain America approached with a look of relief on his handsome face. Before he could speak, Haven chirped up.

"You are in the Pit tonight correct?"

He nodded yes. She stared a hole through him.

"You're a good man, but tonight I am your worst enemy."

She stepped to the side and looked down the corridor full of wrestlers and yelled.

"Who else among you is in the Pit tonight?"

A few raised their hands and others nodded affirmative. Wolfie gave them each a dagger gaze before making her proclamation.

"It's MINE!"

With that, she turned and found her dressing room, where extra security is on patrol in case Strife wanted to make another visit.

End of Promo.

[Aiden Andrews/Scotty Daniels]

Aiden Andrews is seen chatting it up with a few of the employees in the back throwing a few jokes back and forth as Aiden tries to keep a loose mood for his brutal match.

::-Aiden-::
Alright guys I have to get out of here, start getting ready for my match, Rich you’re the best

Andrews points to one of the two men he was talking to as the man whom Aiden referred to as rich responds with a head nod and a finger pointing. The hooligan walks away with a smile and continues his path down the hallway toward his locker room. He then reaches his destination in his locker room and proceeds in. He is greeted by his partner who will not be joining the PPV ranks tonight, Jack Noble.

::-Aiden-::
Howdy dowdy patna!

::-Jack-::
What’s going on with yah brotha!

The two men laugh rather passionately about the inside joke they have between them before the laughter subsides. Jack is dressed in his fancy nice black suit with all of the decorations, watch, glasses, nice tie, the works.

::-Aiden-::
*whistling noise* Dam buddy someone’s looking good tonight what you to busy with your hot date to get in the ring tonight?

::-Jack-::
Ha-ha no not tonight I have a big announcement for the vision tonight, just wait you’ll love it!

Aiden kind of rolls his eyes at the mention of being involved with the new sneaky general manager Scotty Daniels. Jack see’s this and responds.

::-Jack-::
Oh c’mon he is a good guy the company is blowing smoke up everyone’s ass. You want to make it big time right? I’m telling you this Scotty Daniels guy has our golden ticket so let’s do it!

::-Aiden-::
Yes I know, I know, there is just something about that guy I don’t trust. Just be careful with him promise?

::-Jack-::
Promise… And with that I must be off I have a little speech to give. Good luck in your match tonight bro, may the Twinkies be with you.

::-Aiden-::
In the sake of looking like you I’ll have to pass on that one.

Both men laugh the rather dark humored joke off as Noble leaves the room. Aiden looks up as if there was something left he had to say but now it is too late. Jack has now gone as he has preparation to take care of. Then suddenly the door is creaked back open and Andrews face looks up in glee as if the other half of the tag team champs had returned. However upon further inspection it is now seen to be Scotty Daniels the new GM of Saturday Night Knockout.

::-Scotty-::
‘Ello friend, how are you tonight.

Aiden looks back down and continues to tie his boots muttering a pathetic and un hearable phrase.

::-Scotty-::
Splendid, well just wanted to make sure my team is taken care of tonight, I know you got a big match ahead of you.

::-Aiden-::
Sure do…

::-Scotty-::
Yah it must be a struggle to not have your tag team partner there besides you tonight. With what a fine team you guys make and all. Rather he will be out there for me tonight announcing my greatest announcement on TV.

Aiden stands up quickly and drops anything that he had in his hand.

::-Aiden-::
Are you trying to get at something here or can you leave me to my business.

Knuckles are white due to Aiden clinching them so hard. His palms and the rest of his hands begin to sweat. His breathing paced has increased as Scotty now responds.

::-Scotty-::
Aiden, relax we are all on the same team here tonight. I just came to congratulate you on your second PPV main event in a row. I see you going places by yourself kid I really do.

As Scotty was talking he takes the liberty of making sure Andrews attire was neat with no creases in the shirts and no excess lint hanging off anywhere. With a rather sneaky snake smile He tips his hat and bids Aiden farewell. Aiden reviews the last statement in his head as he plants himself back down on the bench and mumbles it to himself before just shaking it off.

[Skull]

The following videotape was sent to the EVPW arena 2 hours prior to the start of the Abaddon’s Pit pay per view. It was accompanied by a letter instructing that it be broadcast just before the Abbadon’s Pit match.

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The scene opens in a small town, somewhere in Middle America as a crowd of people are gathered around an unseen attraction. In amongst the general hubbub of the excited crowd, one voice stands out. Though distorted by the effects of a megaphone, the voice is unmistakably British and sounds out of place in this small town, thoroughly American environment.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, horrors and horrettes. Roll up, roll up and observe a sight that will stun and amaze you.”

The curious eye of the camera navigates its way though the crowd until it settles over the shoulder of a man standing a few rows from the front of the gathering. From this new vantage point we see the man who is the cause of the commotion. Standing inside a small, make-shift wresting ring, the man is wearing traditional ringmaster attire consisting of a black top hat, and a long, red, buckled coat. His face is hidden, painted white with black rings around his eyes. Behind him stands a large, Victorian style caravan with a sign on top which reads ‘Horrorland Travelling Circus’. The man looks around at the crowd he has managed to draw and a cocky smile spreads across his face. He raises the megaphone to his lips and addresses the crowd again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you today with a challenge. I would like to find the strongest, toughest, most athletic man that this town has to offer. Now where is that man?”

Egged on by a few of his friends, a young man at the front of the crowd steps forward to volunteer himself.

"We have a volunteer! What is your name, sir?"

Enjoying his moment in the spotlight, the young man grabs the megaphone and addresses the crowd.

“My name is Mark, I’m the captain of the football team and the Homecoming King. Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhh!”

The crowd cheer the man, who is obviously well-known in the town and begin to chant his name.

“The captain of the football team, well I am honoured. And this young lady here, she must be your Homecoming Queen.”

Skull points to a girl in the front row who blushes slightly then nods in answer to the question.

“Alright, Mark. How would you like to win $1000 to spend on that beautiful young lady there?”

“Hell yeah!”

"I knew you’d say that. All you have to do to win that money is to last 30 seconds, a mere 30 seconds in this ring with my champion. Whaddya say?"

“Bring it on!”

Skull smirks again then exits the ring, leaving the young man alone inside. He then walks up to the caravan and knocks three times on the side. For a while nothing happens, then loud footsteps are heard approaching the door. The door opens to reveal a giant of a man standing in the doorway. At least 6 foot 7 inches tall, the man is bare-chested, showing off his incredibly ripped physique. In appearance he looks very similar to Skull, with identical face paint and long black hair. As he walks toward the ring, the football captain can’t hide a gulp but he tries his best to maintain face in front of his friends and girlfriend.

“This, young Mark, is Grundy; the re-animated corpse of one of Horrorland’s most notorious serial killers. He feels no pain, no fear, no emotion whatsoever. Good luck, you’re gonna need it!”

With that, Skull rings the bell and the makeshift match begins. Unsure of what he can possibly do to beat his foe, Mark panics and charges straight at Grundy, peppering him in the chest with a flurry of punches. The big man barely moves and inch and doesn’t appear to even register the assault. Seeing that this isn’t working, Mark realises that it’s time to change tactics and decides to run away. Unfortunately, Grundy’s hand is around his throat before his feet can move. Before the young football captain can do anything, Grundy lifts him high up into the air then brings him down hard across his knee with a sickening crunch. Unable to continue, Mark lies motionless on the ground as Grundy paces around the ring with his arm raised in victory. Seeing that his demonstration is over, Skull climbs back into the ring the looks at the camera directly for the first time.

“Tonight, live in front of the whole world, EVPW will feel the wrath of Grundy. Scared yet?”

End of Promo

(ooc: Just to clarify, Grundy will be competing in the match instead of Skull.)

[Deleted]

EVPW opens its television program back up to their recently returned superstar Cromwell. EVPW’s tank is shown slowly walking around the Abbandons Pit cage that has been set up for promo purposes. He looks up the towering 60 foot steel mesh and now opens his mouth.

“When I was 8 I had my first pee wee league wrestling match. At 12 my first middle school and then my dad died. It was something he always enjoyed watching me do and in a way made him proud. I guess if I think about it realistically it was the only thing he wanted me to do besides join the army.”

Cromwell’s fingers are locked together, each one finding a perfect spot for itself in-between the other hand. His arms are behind his back and he is dressed in his army camouflage pants a grey wife beater with his dog tags wrapped around his thick muscular neck. With each step the thick construction look boots make a loud thump across the padded floor. His dog tags jingle as he now continues his speech.

“He told me before he had died to be scared of nothing but what I could do to anyone who got in my way, and even then it didn’t concern me. I continued wrestling throughout high school and even into college. I won state and national titles. I felt like I had done everything in my life I had ever wanted except one, make my dad proud and join the army, so I did.”

Cromwell stops and takes a step back before opening the door that keeps the cage closed and stepping inside. He reaches a set of ropes and stares at the cement floor while imagining the pain that could be brought to anyone entering the match He then casually leans against the ropes and proceeds with his story.

“I joined for 4 years before leaving my brothers in arms to pursue what was once my biggest dream, wrestling. The only problem was I hadn’t done anything in so long who was going to take me, and then it happened. EVPW gave me the opportunity I had always dreamed of because now I live my dream and not my dad’s.”

Cromwell grabs a ladder that leans against the cage and begins to climb to the top section of the pit. He reaches the top and pulls himself up and through. He places himself in the middle of the cage and sits with his arms slung over the tips his knees and just stares out into mid air.

“Sunday I get my chance to start my dream off with a bang and show all these, hooligans, Aussy Jews, want to be and pretend champions that I will drive this company forward. Especially because nothing gets in the way off a tank without getting run over.”

The scene ends with Cromwell staring out into the arena full of nothing. It’s as if all his dreams and visions float in the air and he watches them all like a cinema. The promo now ends as the last picture of the newest EVPW superstar fades into blackness.

[Liam]

The following takes place a day before Abaddons Pit is due to start.

Liam walks into a room of an obviously cheap hotel. Closing the door behind him, the Irishman looks around. An old wooden table sits to the side with a 1960's style floral table clothe. Directly opposite is an old double bed, a single chocolate mint lays on the freshly made bed alongside a folded blue towel. A somewhat modern television which appears out of place amidst the relics rests precariously on a faded cabinet which seems like it will fall to pieces any moment. Snapping him out of the daze a telephone on an imitation mahogany bedside table rings. Curious at who could be calling at such a late hour Liam casually strolls over and picks up the receiver.

Liam - " Yeah, whats up ? "

Seth - " The directions of your accommodation easy enough to find ? "

" Yeah, I found the place alright. Kinda reminds me of home. Except there is no complimentary whiskey, or any alcohol for the matter. Hold a second, someones knocking at the door."[/i][/color]

Answering the door, O'Donnell is is greeted by a teenager working his way through school. Dressed relatively casual, he asks the Irishmen if he is happy with his room, and if there is anything he requires. Before Liam can reply, he is handed a backpack. Realizing the junior is waiting for something, Liam responds .. " Oh, you want a tip. Be good to your mom. " He then closes the door and places the bag on the end of the bed. Quickly rummaging through the contents after fighting a stuck zip, a smirk appears on his face. With relief, he suddenly remembers he was on the phone.

" Take it, you just received the essentials. "

" For sure. Bottle of Irish finest, pretzels, pop corn and a set of keys. The hell do I need keys for ? "

" Feel like walking to the show, its at least an hour away. "

" To hell with that. So what am I driving ? "

" A rental which I talked the Company into hiring for you. "[/i][/color]

As the two continue there banter, Liam rips open the pop corn unleashing hell on his taste buds as the sugary fix begins to satiate his appetite. Cursing as he bumps his head on the steel frame work of the bed, The Irish Bastard tries to grab the remote for the television. Frustrated that it is on a light chain which in turn is screwed into the wall, he reefs it hard enough to break the security measure. Flicking through the channels, he finds re-runs of Warehouse 13.

" So whats the go with the match tonight ? "

" It's a tier thing in a cage basically. Who ever signs up, in this case, ten males, one whom I guess you could classify as female. They all wrestle at the bottom tier, a set amount win that and move to the next one. Just how you would like it. No padding anywhere, steel mesh, and concrete are the only basic things to look forward to. "

" So I will be fighting as if in a street brawl situation ? "

" Just how you like it. But the thing is, I don't want you to brawl. I want you to focus on the technical side that I have been training you in. Not so much submissions, too many people involved. Find someone to form an alliance with, doesn't matter who and watch each others back. Fight together. Concentrate on throws, and utilizing the environment, then use moves to wear them down. "

" Righto, I'll catch you tomorrow for training, where are we going to meet up ? Sure thing, someone at the front desk is bound to know where that is, or have a map of this Nevada area, but why the desert ?[/color]

Before he gets a reply, beeping signals the other person has hung up. Shrugging his shoulders, Liam hangs up the phone, flicks between the history channel and sports channels before finding something that gets his attention. Emptying the backpack, Tullamore Dew and pretzels get his undivided attention while watching a program called 7 days. Imagining the trouble he could get into if he was Parker, O'Donnell laughs to himself before attempting to get some sleep after an epic 10 hour flight.

Tbc.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The Solid Core Gymnasium seems to be in a total buzz an hour before the show, with the stagehands putting their final touches on the structure that would serve as the cell for Abbaddon’s pit. The only difference that is noticeable from how the ring would look later is that ring still stands there, whereas it will be cold concrete floor for the main event. The stagehands are trying their best to make the cell completely full-proof, and it seems to amuse our Prince of Censorship a lot. Sitting on one of his favourite seats on the back row, the Floridian stares at the ring with a huge grin on his face, and he starts to speak soon after, in a tone filled with arrogance and sarcasm.

“Once upon a time in Egypt, the pharaohs used to build the pyramids to serve as the monuments of the land, and in turn, their final resting place till eternity strikes them. They used the majority of the population as slaves to build the huge wonders, and even today, the walls of the pyramids say the story of their blood, sweat and tears. Tonight, as I sit here and watch the crew build the cell from a fan’s perspective, it feels quite the same. I feel elated to see these people work to build the structure that would bear carcasses of all sizes and shapes by the end of the night, and would confine what could be the worst possible demonstration of hell in God’s green earth!”

Dreamer sets his fingers to go through his hair and in turn, brush the streaks that fell over his face and clear up his view. The stagehands simply don’t notice the Extreme Technician sitting and muttering to himself right there and this just grows the smirk upon the face of Dreamer. He eyes the walls, the ropes put around it, and then looks up to the ceiling – the place where the final stage would be held. He clears his throat and starts to speak while gazing at the topmost platform, speaking his mind out.

“Eleven men and women will walk inside that cell tonight, and only four will survive the punishment and reach the top. The idea itself seems so appealing to me that I just feel like getting into the ring right now, and smack the heads of those foolish working-class men against the steel wire-mesh. It’s such a delightful structure right there, and I just can’t imagine how gruesome would it get after they remove the ring from the place! It would be pure concrete that would serve as the pit for the fight, and I, for one, am sure that I’ll lay a bunch to rest over the floor. I’ll make sure that there is a huge puddle of crimson before I head up to the ceiling, and with that being assured, expect there to be a bloodbath. Just like the Drowning Pool’s song goes… let the bodies hit the floor! And tonight, I’ll be the one who would be undertaking that duty… tonight, I’ll be your guardian to the gates of hell!”

Dreamer gets up form his seat and looks straight into the camera that has been covering his track – the one that has been assigned to keep up with him for a website exclusive. His gaze looks quite the intimidating one, with his eyeballs reddened as never, and he starts to speak right there, in a husky tone.

“Sure the other ten will try to fight and survive tonight, but there will be just one standing at the top right there at the end of the entire deal. There will be one who would be separated from the others, and there will be a thin line drawn between them – the line that separates simpleton from legends. A new name shall be written in the history books tonight, just like the pharaohs are immortal tonight in the dusty pages of ages. Tonight, there will be another name added to the list right beside the names of Metal Dragon, Hayden Hardkore and Vladimir Strife, and that name will be of your new messiah, Shawn Dreamer. I’m the messiah who brings you quality things on television, through my actions, and tonight, I’ll be the messiah the real essence of wrestling… whether you like it or not. I don’t wake up every morning to entertain you jerks, and I’m sure not going to win it as a ploy to suck up to you… I’m going to win it ‘cause I want to dance that one more night, and…”

Shawn raises his hand and points at the camera, as if there was someone he wants to heed out to his words. He continues with his words right where he left it, speaking out in a similar tone as before.

“Jack, Jack Noble, I’m coming for you, ugly fat bitch! I’m coming for you, you little looney bin, ‘cause I’m quite not done with what you just did there. You stole my undefeated streak, and became nothing more than another whipping boy that wants to be Shawn Dreamer – the simply no-fuck giving big bad-ass mo’fucker! You’re being another Adam Jones with that little Vision thingy, and I must warn you that I’m not going to rest till I hunt your gimmick infringement ass down. I’m not going to go down till I’m done with you, and my journey toward that starts tonight as I beat ten other to win this entire deal and earn a shot at your title. Seems too selfish, aye? That’s just me, deal with it!”

The Company’s Golden Boy turns his back at the camera before starting to walk away from the scene sluggishly, with his words resonating around the air. It’s obvious that the Floridian is set to bring his A-Game to play, but will the other ten be able to sustain it… the brutal, sadistic side of the once-fan favourite Hardcore Prince?

[Scar]

As the final competitor takes his place in the gruesome cage the sound of a bell ringing thrice resonates throughout the arena and a shivering click is heard as the steel mesh door is locked into place, allowing for no escape by traditional means. A few wrestlers pace slowly while the eager bunch immediately go at it. Aiden locks up with Matt Violence, Faceless with Shawn and Liam goes at it with Scally. Meanwhile Bryan, Wolverina, Scar, Cromwell and Grundy are a bit late to the party and survey the scene. Grundy makes the first move and the towering man begins jogging right at the nearest targets with his arms raised. Aiden and Matt are caught off guard and before the two can react they are both hit with powerful clotheslines, dropping to the floor. Scar is eager to get into the action and notices Liam has just been taken to the ground, connecting hard with the concrete floor after being the victim of a DDT by the Aussie Jew.


Well Liam is certainly going to be feeling that one!

I was too busy watching that hunk of meat Shawn counter Faceless' belly to belly and turn it into a german suplex of his own! That's what he is capable of Jimmy!

Scar reaches into his spandex attire and pulls out what appears to be a singapore cane. He had done his research and learned that a weapon of choice could be brought in, this was all he could find and he planned to utilise it. Scar attempts to hit Scally around the head with a wild swing but before he can manage it he falls victim to a big boot right into his ribs by Cromwell. Cromwell towers over Scar as he is downed on one knee and powers forwards, raising his knee at the last second and hitting Scar square in the temple sending him down and out into the concrete floor. Although Cromwell's victory doesn't last very long and before he can pursue his beat down he sees Scally flying towards him at the last minute.

Beautiful springboard crossbody by AJ Scally right there!

It was pretty good Jimmy but I enjoyed seeing Bryan getting pounded by Grundy.

Can we please keep this professional Ray?

Pun was unintentional I swear!

Grundy's physique appears to be dominating and a few competitors seem to target him. Liam and Shawn throw punches at the 'zombie' although they avail to no effect, Shawn picks this up and turns to attack a downed Aiden. The cage is chaos incarnate, all the wrestlers are fresh and the area cannot contain 11 victory-hungry superstars. Bodies are falling everywhere and competitors cannot move an inch without being in danger of being attacked. Scar is onto his feet and lets out a psychotic scream and he rushes towards Wolverina, not caring an ounce about her gender, hitting her in the back with his Singaporean cane. You can hear it as it connects and a red mark appears on Wolverina's naked flesh for a moment before disappearing. Scar drops to the ground to avoid Wolverina's counter-blow and maneuvers himself behind the Queen of Queens as quickly has his bulky figure allows him to and thrusts his arms under her shoulders, latching his fingers together behind her neck, applying a full nelson. Scar wrenches Wolverina around for a bit before raising her to attempt slamming her into the cement canvas.

And this looks it for that horrid.. Woman.

Not so fast! Matt Violence is approaching fast!

Drop-kick to Scar's knee! Oh he's buckled from it.

As Matt rolls out of the way to avoid being crushed, Scar goes crashing to the ground, connecting heavily with the cement floor as Wolverina lands on top of him without a scratch. She pays no attention to the mildly incapacitated Scar and goes about her business. Grundy has finally gone to ground after a combined effort by Liam and Cromwell, they had each taken a leg and hurled him backwards into the steel cage before turning on each other. Throwing blows left and right before Bryan comes in with a rather odd headbutt into Cromwell's back, the strike is shrugged off by Cromwell and he turns to land a devastating punch into Bryan's gut before bringing the Hammer of Brooklyn's head down into his knee sending him falling to the ground. Liam takes this opportunity and wraps his arm around Cromwell's leg and neck, lifting him up and slamming backwards into the cement, successfully pulling off a samoan drop.

The match has barely begun and already we've seen some pretty deadly moves.

I have to say I agree with you. I've enjoyed watching these men go at it.

Did you see that brilliance right there?!

Yawn, what a bore. All he did was a cyclone kick.

Faceless pulled that off with precision, I'd like to see another wrestler do that as good as him.

Scally is slowly stirring on the ground after receiving that deadly move from Faceless. But as he begins to lift himself up he feels a helping hand pull him to his feet. But before he can regain his senses he feels himself being bent over and lifted. He realises Grundy is attempting to powerbomb him, just as he feels himself being thrown towards the ground he clenches his thighs tight around Grundy's head and pulls his legs forwards, hurricanrana! Grundy's head went straight into the cement and he's certainly feeling that one. As Scally looks around for his next endeavour he is sent straight back to the ground after Scar had connected the sole of his boot into Scally's chest, taking him to the ground. Shawn appears to be a real favourite in this match as he goes to town on everyone. Leaving a trail of bodies in his path. Liam, Wolverina and Matt all remain on the ground as Shawn comes running at Scar. Although as he is nearing him Cromwell dives forwards, wrapping his arms around Shawn's midsection and pushing him right into the cement with the brute force of 260 pounds.

Wow is all I can say. This match is fabulous!

I think calling a spectacle such as this 'fabulous' is seriously detrimental to it's reputation.

Oh shush Jimmy, now focus on the match!

[Aiden Andrews/Scotty Daniels]

After practically spearing Shawn Dreamer to the cement EVPW’s Tank and their Mad man known as Scar stand face to face. Both man trying to intimidate the other with their size and strength before quickly approaching foot steps are heard by both men. It is none other than the other big man in the match , Grundy. He rushes the tank and Scar but is only met with two plus 13 size boots standing him straight up before back down to the canvas with a hard skin on cement slapping noise. Then without warning Cromwell turns to his opponent ducking him and grabbing him around his waist. He lifts with all his might getting the big man a few feet off the ground before driving him back down with scary force. Cromwell’s spine buster shows to be rather effective especially on the cement as Scar seems to not be getting up any time soon. At this point the match is mayhem and people are finally beginning to bring out and use the weapons they brought from their entrances. Aiden Andrews was sneaky enough to hide his steel chair wrapped in barbed wire behind a ladder letting no one see. He is the next to rush at Cromwell and land a hard chair shot to the Tank’s back. Cromwell sort of stumbles to the ropes and rebounds but is met with another hard shot, this time to the cranium. Cromwell attempts to keep his balance but finally tumbles over into the corner turnbuckle where he falls all the way down to the last set of ropes.


::-Jimmy-::
Ladies and Gentlemen this is complete and udder madness and I’m loving it! We’ve got big men taking out big men, little guys trying to take out big men. I mean everyone is just after everyone its insane. Funny how a title shot will do that to competitors like this.

::-Ray-::
I HAVE A NEW IDEA FOR A GREAT PORNO!

::-Jimmy-::
I’ll chop your dick off if you make a gay parity of my job I really will..

Aiden now rushes to Cromwell and places the chair in front of him before quickly climbing all three sets of ropes whilst holding the top at all times. He then attempts his move called pendulum but before he can make it down his legs are grabbed mid air and he is pulled off the top rope. The now returned Bryan Hawk has caught The hooligan mid air and sent him landing face first into the cement floor. Then just for good measure it sends a hard right kick into the steel chair that Andrews had so strategically placed on Cromwell’s face. With a dirty smirk he turns from the two men whom he has hopped to put out of commission. He then turns to find a garbage can being put over his head and encases the top half of his body. Faceless now from a standing position jumps and turns his hips thus whipping his body around before allowing his heel to connect with the trash can completing the spinning heel kick. Faceless lands like a cat perfectly on his feet. He now sees Matt Violence getting up and attempts a strike. He again takes to the air as he leans his body horizontally and attempts a cross body on the former Knockout champion. However Matt is smarter then this and realizes what is taking place as he ducks under the attack. Faceless unfortunately for him lands ribs to steel against one of the ladders place in the steel mesh cage. He falls backwards hard onto the cold lifeless cement floor as the ladder falls on top of him. Violence now pursues his shot at a title and grabs the ladder setting it up.

::-Jimmy-::
It looks like we have a first attempt at an escape to the second level. He wants to take his breather and take an easy way to the second half of the match. Someone stop him don’t make it easy on him!

::-Ray-::
HE’S GETTING AWAY STOP HIM!

::-Jimmy-::
Ok damsel in distress settle down we will go get your purse back..

Although with the amount of people getting put on the floor is on the rise Matt couldn’t have picked a worse time to start his climb. Scally has survived the majority of the commotion and sees Violence’s feat. The fans are at the top of their lungs with excitement as Matt has made it about three quarters of the way up the ladder. Scally finally comes within leaping distance of the ladder and does just that knocking Violence off and into the cage. He comes down with a rather brutal landing onto the cement floor after knocking into the cage. Scally watches the demolition all the way to the ground and smirks as if rather pleased with himself. It seems with each hard fall the competition is becoming smaller and smaller.

::-Jimmy-::
I love it this match is getting more brutal then some that I have ever seen who is going to advance is the big question.

::-Ray-::
Just unfathomable how one human being can do this to another I mean to push him off a ladder that big and to have him land on hard cement. This is rougher then anal with no lube.


The match continues as Scally continues the vicious roll that he seems to be on. Wolverina has now managed to get back to a vertical base and stands in the Aussy Jew’s way. Scally is the first to act as he pounces at her throwing a stiff forearm out to his right side. Wolverina quickly ducks under the clothesline attempt. Scally continues with the attempt but is stopped by Liam O’Donnell. He grabs AJ’s arm and ducks under him ending up behind Scally. He now reverses Scally’s momentum and sends him back toward Wolverina. She reacts by again dipping under her opponent but this time catching his arm thus bending and twisting it before popping back up behind him. The pressure applied by this lock begins to get to Scally. Whilst this is happening Cromwell has gotten into his own little scrap of his own with The hooligan himself. A ladder is lying in the corner where The tank had whipped Aiden. However instead of landing dead into it Andrews has a better plan. He runs half way up the 30 foot ladder before jumping backwards off of it. In mid air he performs a 180 degree back flip over Cromwell and onto Wolverina and Scally taking them both out. However the high flying move has its consequences as well as it has also caused him to land rather harshly on the cement. This leaves Wolverina, Aiden and Scally on the ground in the middle of the ring with Liam O’Donnell and Cromwell now facing each other after just witnessing what happened.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The commotion in the brisk air says it all; the first stage of the Abbaddon’s Pit has been spectacular with all the participants of the match not shy to put their bodies on the line. Bodies lie here and there over the concrete floor, with foreign objects scattered around, bearing dents all over from the collision course with the human flesh. But then, amidst the carcasses of the fallen, the Irish Bastard and the Tank are still standing tall. Liam and Cromwell are the two who managed to hold onto their level of endurance, and they stand in the middle of the pit, eyeing one another. It’s evident from the looks of the two that they are eager to find the slightest of the weakness in the other, and it’s Cromwell who manages to detect the crack first, landing a huge boot to the abdomen of Liam at the right time. The sudden kick sets the Irishman bent like an inverted-L, and the Tank takes full advantage of it as he yanks his adversary’s head between his legs and pulls him over his shoulder. But then, before could he launch O’Donnell down for a Powerbomb, the giant newcomer receive a hard shot of boots to the back of his head. The sudden dropkick comes with love from the Hardcore Prince, and it takes down Cromwell to the ground, falling face first against the canvas. The Powerbomb – as devised and planned by Cromwell – goes into execution as well with the fall of the towering athlete, as Liam, who sat over the shoulder throughout the time, lands spine first the concrete floor with a bone shattering crunch. The Hardcore Prince, being full of himself after taking two birds with one stone, smirks ever so slyly before turning around, finding the worst possible horror to be standing right behind him.

The other dweller of Horrorland, Grundy, had managed to wake up from his slumber after long, and upon his awake has find Dreamer to be the last one standing. He creeps right behind him, and waits for him to turn around, kicking him in the midsection once he does. The next door neighbour to Skull then picks Dreamer up on his shoulder, with the left limbs of the Floridian within his grasp. He then starts to flex his shoulder muscles, and starts to outstretch the limbs of Dreamer, locking in one of his signature moves – the torture rack! With his system subjected to immense pressure and there's no way out, the Floridian lets out a scream of agony – a scream that pleasures the crowd so much that they start to cheer hard.

“Such pain and punishment… I’m glad that Dreamer is on the receiving end of it! There really isn’t anyone out there who deserves such a thing but that mindless Floridian, and I just got one thing to say – Go Grundy!”

“I have watched loads of BDSM stuffs in my life, but I simply can't approve this. Grundy is trying to snap a potential Eagle's Division champion right there, and I can't tell you how I wish that Mr. Zero walks out here and shows this man the door!”

Meanwhile, behind the eyes of the giant of Horrorland, the People's Princess is seen to stir up to her heels, with her contorted face implying that she's in serious pain. But then, regardless her physical status, her morale seems to be high up; she grabs a ladder from the floor and sets it up, before starting to climb upon the stair ever so cautiously. Sure she doesn't want to slip and fall off the rungs, but also she doesn't want to be caught by anyone's senses. But before she could even reach half way through, a tight grip grabs her ankle, much like the hand of a zombie from a slasher movie. The constricting force isn't noticed much by the Christian Cutie initially, but when it started to bar her completely, she decides to take a look down, and that's when the tides turn over the equilibrium. A huge kendo stick shot lands right between the eyes of the Nebraskan Diva, courtesy to Matt Violence, who seem to have found a little wind on his sail and is using it to perfection. But then, the sudden shot isn't enough to daze Wolverina, and she tries to fight against the hold of Violence by kicking his hand over and over, much like a person attacked by a king crab. However, she isn't let to struggle for long as the composure in her is drained to zero by a single shot... a single shot of the flying Prince of Censorship! Grundy, who has had Dreamer on his shoulders for long, had projected the Floridian's drained carcass onto the climbing Wolverina, sending them both to hit the cell wall. The entire cell starts to shake at the collision of the masses, and the crowd completely goes berserk at the sight of this, jeering hard as the culprit behind the scene grins ever so sinisterly.

“Two birds for one stone – Grundy just happened to follow Dreamer's drift as he had thrown the Floridian bitch onto the Corn Husker diva. Sure I feel bad for Wolverina right there, but Dreamer sure do deserve something as such!”

“In my four years of broadcasting duties with you, Jimbo, I had never seen you so vindictive. Sure you hate Dreamer, but that doesn't mean you can just neglect him. He's the Knockout champ, for Christ's sake!”

With his jaw agape, the Make-Shift Wrestler stares at the fallen masses of Wolverina and Dreamer, as if he was witnessing the fireworks of fourth of July. But then, he isn't let to do so for long as the entire world turns dark for him soon after; Grundy shoves the trash can upside down over Violence, and snatches the kendo stick off his hand! He tries to take a swing at the trash can-covered extremist, but isn't let to do so, as a pair of leather clad hands snatches the stick off his grip before he could hit. This sets Grundy to be angry like anything, and he turns around... only to walk into a shot to the crown by the very same kendo stick! The original owner of stick, Matt Scar, has returned to action, and he takes another swing of the stick, smashing it right against the side of sternum of the Horrorland native, before taking another... and another... and another! The flurry of sudden shots sets Grundy to scream out in pain, but isn't let to clear his throat out as he's silenced by a hard chair shot to the spine, by another emerging individual...

The height of Grundy falls by double as he falls to his knees, revealing that it's the Freebird, Bryan Hawk, who had hit the giant with the chair. He smashes the chair against Grundy once more – this time, hitting his dome – sending his huge frame to hit the ground and eat dust.

TBC;

[Liam]

Too exhausted to even emote the pleasure he feels in taking out the resident zombie, Hawk takes to a knee panting like a dog who had just chased the mail carrier around the block. Using the steel chair to lean on, The Hammer of Brooklyn glances around him at the sheer chaos, and brutality of such an unforgiving arena. The Hooligan, fresh as one can be after being pummeled into the cold unforgiving concrete, is back to a knee, as is Scally. Ignoring the Prize Fighter, Aiden and AJ take a deep breathe and launch towards one another in a tirade of left and right jabs followed by an opportunistic boot here or there. Neither getting an immediate advantage until the Milwaukee Middleweight dives to the side to avoid a right hay-maker. As he rolls the King of Shenanigans is able to grab the lid of the trashcan. Turning to face the stoner, The Anti American Hero pivots on his feet just in time to taste the cold lifeless metal of the trashcan lid. Dropping to the cement, holding his face mumbling obscenities about the U.S. of A just infuriates Andrews even more. Sprinting forward, jumping at last possible second, Aiden is able to place the lid in exactly the right place at the right time as his picture perfect senton smashes the Australian in the lower spine resulting in two screaming adults who squirm around in excruciating pain.

" By gawd what impact. That may have well taken out his opponent, but also incapacitated himself in the process. "

" I'm more concerned with Hawk, he's still on his feet and looking for trouble. "

" It may well find him, Faceless has shaken the cobwebs and is stalking the native of New York. "[/i]

Just as Jimmy had predicted, the Predator of the skies are hunted by the one known only as Billy. By mere instinct alone, Bryan blocks a Kendo shot to the face, but before he can react, Billy quickly drives the toe of his left boot into the bread basket of the more rested Hawk. Just as he is about to bring the fury of the bamboo to the shoulder blades of the buckled superstar, Mr. Violence himself not only got back to his feet, but in a last ditch effort grabs the ladder and growls before assaulting both athletes leaving a painful reminder of the attack as welts in the shape of indentations. As if losing it completely, Matt doesn't stop there and drives the metal weapon repetitively one shot after the other taken turns to hit any where open. Relinquishing the ladder prior to taking to a knee due to adrenalin leaving him as quickly as it had come, Mr. FK his day up sucks for vital air like a fish out of water. With the only giveaway being an audience reaction, the Christian Cutey comes up behind the former champion, grabs at the neck and flips forward in an impressive neck-breaker, quickly followed by a mule kick to the face.

" That is just sickening ... his poor head between Wolverinas legs ... "

" Get ya mind the hell out of the gutter. This is wrestling, not one of your perverted lumber jack home videos. "

" What ever, I heard you have a thing for Football players. "

" Don't twist my words sum bitch, I said I had respect for them. "[/i]

Fighting not only the pain, but also the voice in his own head, Matt Scar is back to a vertical base just in time to see the Queen of Extreme pull her self back up to her feet using the cage. With hands behind her back, Wolverina dares Scar with her eyes to attack, obliging he snorts like an enraged bull to a red sheet and lunges with a right fist aimed directly for the temple. Stepping to the side, the more experienced veteran shows the apparent ace up her sleeve, reveals a dented and slightly rusty fry pan which finds its mark to the approaching fist like a bee to honey. Reeling back in excruciating torment as his knuckles hidden only by the gloves redden with blood. Quickly glancing behind, Wolverina turns to the side, pulls back the antique weapon but before she is able to be effective, Matt twitches before grabbing the Cutie Pie Corn husker by the throat. Ignoring the simple strikes to the shoulder, Scar one after the other brutally slams the peoples princess unrepentantly to the steel cage. Like a rag doll, the medically diagnosed multiple personality known simply as Matt Scar slams the hapless victim to the cement in a bone shattering choke slam which send shivers down the spines of the Eagle Vision fanatics.

Tbc

[Deleted]

ill get after Liam

[Scar]

Scar stands above Wolverina, panting heavily and reveling in his victory with a sadistic snicker etched across his face. He hears heavy footsteps staggering towards him and with a twitch he is off, spinning 180 degrees and charging forwards, wrapping his arms around the giant that is Grundy, ramming his shoulder into Grundy's abdominal. The two men go crashing to the ground and Scar jumps up immediately, bouncing around with energy as he surveys the scene. He mutters to himself and twitches once more as he makes a beeline straight for one of the ladders. He props it up and takes one quick glance to make sure he has enough time. He begins to climb, albeit sluggishly due to fatigue. As he reaches halfway he takes a look down and notices the Prince of Censorship lurching towards him. Scar takes the risk and continues climbing, as he reaches the opening to the next part he feels the ladder being wrenched out from under him. The Masked Marauder stretches his arm out, managing to scrape his fingertips across the opening. But it's of no use and Scar goes crashing down to the concrete floor, hitting his head as a trickle of blood finds it's way out creating a small pool underneath Scar's head.

That's just what he deserves for being so naive!

You're kidding me aren't you? He almost had it!

There is a big gap between almost making it and making it!

Just like an orgasm! Oh I remember being teased for hours on end and almost making it..

Matt Violence has made it to his feet by now, but rather than going after an easy attack against Shawn Dreamer he thinks better of it and walks over to a now stirring AJ Scally. Grabbing the Anti-American's hair forcefully he wrenches him up to his feet as AJ sways groggily attempting to come to his senses. Matt bends Scally over and plants his head between his legs, Ray begins to get excited in his seat but Mr. Violence locks his arm's around the Aussie Jew's midsection and lifts him up, holding him upside-down for a few seconds allowing the blood to rush to AJ's head before finally jumping up, landing on his rear-end and in the process planting Scally's head into the cold cement floor. Scally's body falls like a rag-doll into the ground as he lies there unmoving.

Well that went differently to how I'd imagined it.

Well executed by Matt there, he certainly is a real spectacle to watch!

Aiden is on one knee, pulling himself to a standing position with the help of the ropes. He feels Grundy beside him and brings his arm up, connecting with a low blow and a mischievous grin but Grundy remains there and as the Hooligan looks up he sees a sadistic look on the Zombie's face as if he is about to burst into laughter at how pathetic Aiden is. Grundy grips Aiden's throat savagely and begins to lift him steadily upwards into the air. Aiden is kicking desperately at Grundy, but Grundy shrugs them all off and slams his arm forwards, pounding Aiden into the steel mesh repeatedly. As Grundy goes to apply his finishing chokeslam he collapses to the ground as the Hooligan falls to the concrete and leans backwards against the ropes, feeling the cold steel against his skin. He looks up to see the Irish Bastard towering over him with a dented and beat-up trashcan lid in his hands.

Wow Aiden sure escaped that one, but now he has even bigger worries.

Out of the frying pan and into the frier!

Usually Liam might take this as a joke and leave him there to pursue further targets, but he knows Seth is watching him and that he will get a real lecture if he does, so Liam winds up a devastating blow with the lid and sends the aluminum lid across Andrews' face, Aiden slides to the side, collapsing in a heap on the ground as Liam turns with a smile. The Irishman sends the lid across the cage exactly like one would with a Frisbee. It hits an unsuspecting Bryan Hawk in the face and this distracts him enough to allow Cromwell to lay the finishing punch into him. Liam sprints towards the burly man but before he can reach his target he comes face to face with the cement. Faceless had pulled off an expert sweep at a precise enough moment to connect with Liam's foot and send him down.

I must say, Faceless has expert timing.

Yawn, what's a man without a face.

OOC: Sorry Cromwell but you took too long to post so you'll have to post after me now.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Sweeping Liam off his feet and down to an abyss of slumber, Faceless turns around, trying to take a look across the ring. But before he could survey the scenario of the pit around him, his jaw meets the size seven boots of Dreamer, which sends him reeling back toward the ropes. The sudden front drop kick sets Faceless to be slightly slightly stunned for a while, and the Prince of Censorship uses that gap ever so productively. He grabs a kendo stick from the ground and smashes it atop the head of Faceless with no remorse, sending the veteran named Billy down to his hips. But then, just to be sure that the masked grappler doesn't bother with his business at all in a while, Dreamer sends the kendo stick down to the crown of the Nameless one, sending him completely floored, numb and lifeless.

Done taking out the last man standing, Dreamer takes his time to scope the scenario around the ring – the entire pit is enchanted by a mist of gravely silence, with almost majority of the participants down and out. This brings up a huge sly grin upon the face of the Floridian; he's the only one standing, and there's a world of time for him to try and make it up to the higher level. Knowing it's now or never, Shawn picks up a king size ladder from the corner – one which is a bit larger than the usual – and sets it up by one of the corners, in a way that the top goes straight through the gap of the cell. Once again scoping the world around him, the Hardcore Prince puts his foot on the rung, before starting to make a climb that might immortalize his name for a lifetime.

“There goes one of the four finalists of the match! I have been telling you for long, Jimbo, and I'll say it again – Dreamer just might be the winner of this entire thing!”

“Sure, sure, as if any of your prediction goes right around this place! There are more deserving superstars around the place, and I'm sure one of them would win, NOT DREAMER!”

“All my years, I have been called a biased journalist by this very man, who is a perfectionist at yellow journalism himself!”

Half way through, the Hardcore Prince decides to take a look at scenario of the battle zone, and just then does he realize that Aiden Andrew is about to stir up to his heels. This sets a huge bubble of adrenaline to pop inside the Extreme Technician and he tries to climb as fast as he can, trying to use his opportunity to perfection. The urge in Dreamer is noticed fully by the Hooligan, and he springs up to his heels before making a charge at the trekking Jacksonville native, all set to rain on his parade. He picks up a staple gun on his way, and once drawn near, slams it against his spinal column, before giving a press to the stapler's legs. The hard smack of the stapler had already inflicted the region, and now with the stapler pin penetrating his soft flesh and tissue, the Knockout champion gives out a loud yelp of pain, while trying his best to retain his position on the ladder.

“Staple gun! How I missed that since El Nacho Grande got pinned by that years back by Ryan Hughes!”

“It's not a good sign... not good sign at all now that Dreamer is taken out by that Hooligan.. that rogue!”

“He's a hooligan, that's for sure, and he's doing the right thing there! Go Aiden, go!”

But then, the Milwaukee native had gathered the composure of an elephant; he unleashes his fury and continues to staple all across the back of Dreamer, puncturing all around the back of the Floridian and protrude fresh streams of crimson. But then, all the shots of staple gun doesn't take Dreamer out, and that just takes the rage of Aiden to a whole new level. He clamps his arms around the abdomen of the Jacksonville's Pride and pulls him off the ladder, before taking him for a ride down a parabolic line and hit the hard, unforgiving floor below. The German suplex does a marvel for Andrews and opens gates of seventh hell for Dreamer, as his back and neck goes slammed against the ground, which in turn causes the pins clinging onto his back to go further. The crowd breaks out a chant of “THIS IS AWESOME!” from all corners as Dreamer twitches and turns over the roughly plastered floor, leaving a trail of blood as he rolls around.

“Would you look at these people! They are taking joy at one's pain, and I'm not supporting that!”

“Oh, look who's talking! I thought you preferred anal sex over the regular ones, and that too with men.”

“That's orgasmic, and this is brutality. Get your facts right!”

Panting for air, Aiden slowly gets up to his heels, sluggish on his clambering process. It took a huge toll for his small frame to pull down a heavyweight like Dreamer from such height, and the toll he took is quite visible on his face. He looks around as he towed himself up, and he found that Matt Violence was getting set to join the party, with the leg of a steel chair gripped within his balled fist. “It's all out war; go for it” - the mind of Aiden whispers it to the Hooligan's heart, and so he takes a charge at Violence, trying to catch the former Knockout champion by shock. But then, the veteran Make-Shift wrestler was ready as Duracell extra-large battery; he ducks under the hyper-extended arm of the Milwaukee Marvel, and quickly spins around his heels, before sending the steel chair flat against Andrew's back. The hard shot sends Andrew down to his knees, and another chair shot from the very same man sends him down to floor – on the same ground that he sent Dreamer to.

Done taking out one half of the United Glory champions, the Philly native slowly backs up and throws the chair aside, taking it that the entire world is the same as he saw it few minutes back. But then, unfortunately for him, he finds it the hard way that it's not. Once he turns his face around, he meets the co-joined forearm of Matt Scar and Grundy, which takes him down for good. The larger individuals in the match had formed a make-shift alliance to take down Violence, and once they are down with it, they get onto fighting each other, much like the predators of the jungle fighting for supremacy. Lefts from Scar, rights from Grundy – that's how the brawl goes in the middle of the pit, with neither man eager to stop at anything.

TBC;