Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Oh my... Ethan Hawke vs Envy

[Ethan Hawke]

The crowd is hot for more EVPW as Genesis returns from commercial, members of the ruckus group are jumping in their seats as others continue chants from the previous bout.

"THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK!"

A camera pans through the crowd a little more before bringing it's view to the ringside area as the ring crew puts the finishing touches on the preparation for tonight's Tables, ladders, and chairs contest of the EVPW Decimation Championship, reflecting lights bounce of the gold of the title belt as it dangles above the squared circle. James, the camera man slowly shifts the point of view onto the commentary table with Jimmy Pate, who has a wide smile on his face, and Ray White. Ray is jittering so much in his seat that JP cannot help, but notice.

"I know I am going to regret this... What's the problem Ray?"

Ray continues to fidget for a moment before finally answering.

"Nothing... Besides the fact my little mermaid underwear is riding high."

Jimmy face palms and shakes his head.

"Sorry I asked... But Ray if it wasn't already obvious up next is one of the matches I personally been looking forward to seeing all ni-"

"You may have been Jim-bo, but I for one am NOT looking forward to it... I mean Kingbear and Vlad must enjoy making my job difficult. On one hand I get to see my girl in action again, but on the other she's taking on one of my dream men. It is SOOOOO not fair."

Ray crosses his arms in front of him and sits back with a pouting look on his face.

"Well... While my broadcast partner mopes I guess I will send it over to the always lovely Lizzie Morna for the introduction of our combatants and the rules to this bout."

The camera pans back to the ring as the male fans whoop and holler as Ms. Morna stands center stage, ready to do her thing. There is a smile on the beautiful, young woman's face as she listens for a moment.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match for the EVPW Decimation Championship. For those of you who are not familiar with this type of match the rules go as followed, there are no count-outs, no disqualifications, and the only way to win is to climb up the ladder and retrieve the prize hanging above the ring."

"MARRY ME LIZZIE!"

Lizzie smiles and winks in the direction the shout came from before waving.

"Now to introduce the first competitor in this match."

"Are you ready?! Let's go!"

The crowd jumps to their feet as 'Remember the Name' by Fort Minor begins to blare over the PA system.

"Yeah, for those of you who want to know what we'll all about... It's like this y'all... C'mon!"

"ETHAN HAWKE! ETHAN HAWKE! ETHAN HAWKE! ETHAN HAWKE!"

"Introducing first from Jacksonville, Florida. Weighing in tonight at 200 pounds and standing six feet and one inch tall. He is EVPW's own Bird of Prey... He is Ethaaaaaaaaaan Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawke!"

"They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spitting fire
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat"

Hawke bolts out pass the curtain wearing a pair of blue tights with an airbrushed Red Tailed Hawke which appears to be in flight on one leg and as he does a slow circle letting the crowd check out his new look, it is shown that down the other leg reads 'SHINE IN FLIGHT'. The head Hunter is caring something in his hand that the crowd sees and as they continue to cheer loudly, some more chatty people voiced their view of the item. The Polished Diamond begins his descent down the ramp with a smile, slapping hands with those that want it in the front row as he passes.

"I have to admit I like the change I have seen in Ethan over the last month or so. The Kid has been making a name for himself the correct way. Even Kingbear himself says that he wouldn't mind seeing this guy with the EVPW Championship."

"I don't know I still like the bad boy Hawke better, but I have to admit this sweet side of him is growing on me. Did you know he helped me change my tire after the show last week? My hero."

The lighting of the arena reflects from either the water or oil on his skin and makes The Diamond shine like Edward from Twilight (thought you'd like that Beth lol). A lot of the women in the crowd fight over a chance to touch the twenty-eight year old as he passes by, but the most any of them get is a slight run down his arm. Ethan stops once he hits the ringside area and unrolls what is in his hand revealing that it is a shirt. It is a basic black shirt with a Hawke like the one on his leg flying with it's talons directed toward a Championship belt. He hold it up over his head and the crowd rains down their approval.

"WHO WANTS IT?!"

The crowd shouts in unison at first, but soon enough there is the mix and match chants of 'me' scattered throughout the arena. Ethan shrugs before turning his back to the crow, rerolling the shirt, and closing his eyes.

"What is he doing?! I WANT THE SHIRT!"

"I think it is going into the stands Ray."

"No fair."

Ray goes back to pouting as Hawke prepares to throw the shirt to the masses and see who receives it. The shirt goes airborne and The Diamond slides into the ring, as soon as he is in The Bird of Prey rolls to his feet and darts toward the ropes in front of him. He jumps a foot before he is to collide with the cables and lands on the middle rope. He flaps his arms like wings and smiles wide as the fans give him another pop before using the cable like a spring and taking flight, rotating backwards, and landing in a kneeling position in the ring. He looks skyward for a moment and mouths 'this one's for you'.

"I wonder who Ethan is directing that toward."

"Well Hawke is a third generation superstar and his grandfather died a few months before he was able to return to the states."

"WHAT?! HOW DID YOU?! I DIDN'T EVEN KN-! YOU SUCK!"

TBC: Envy (Again good luck girl)



 

[Envy]

The room is spontaneously shrouded in darkness and a familiar Kiwi drawl slithers through the PA system,"don't you ever laugh… as the hearse goes by… For you may be the next to die."

Ray: "Meep!"

JP: "Stop grabbing at me White."

Ray: "But it's dark... And creepy... Hold me."

The titan tron flickers to life, the eye of the lens openning on a very nude and very frightened looking Miss Morte in the midst of bathing in the EVPW locker room, “who’s there!?!”

“They wrap you up in a big white sheet… From your head to your feet… They put you in a big black box and cover you up with dirt and rocks… All goes well for about a week… Then the coffin begins to leak….” The fair haired diva crumbles to the floor, her knees in her chest and hands over her ears.

“The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out… The worms play pinochle on your snout… They eat your eyes, they eat your nose… They eat the jelly between your toes… A big green worm with rolling orbs… Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes… Your stomach turns slimy green and pus pours out like whipping cream… You spread it on a slice of bread… And that’s what you eat when you are dead.”

Envy finally strolls into the camera view, clad in her black leotard and wrestling boots. Her eyes scan Bella’s form, a sick grin painted on her features,“are all the divas in EVPW so deliciously put together? I swear you bitches may be lacking in skill, but you’ve got T & A for days. I don’t see how they expect a pretty little bob like you to stack up against a real athlete. Even Wolverina could take you down with one hand tied behind her back.”

"What do you want Aryana, I’ve got nothing against you… And I’m kinda in the middle of something…” She motions around her, as if the other diva somehow missed that they are currently in the shower room and Bella Morte is completely naked.

Envy inches closer to the tattooed minx, “Oh nothing... I just... Wanna hear you squeal like the American pig you are-“ she then grips a fistful of the smaller female’s hair and hoists her off of the shower floor. Bella squeaks and flails helplessly as Envy proceeds to bash her sweet face into the wall, only stopping when she sees a bloom of red form on its pristine surface.The Covetous Cunt releases Miss Morte, letting her fall limply to the ground. She then places her boot upon the nude woman’s face and leans all of her weight onto her tender visage. Bella sucks her lips into her mouth and refuses to make a sound, even though it feels like her skull is about to crack right down the middle. Frustrated with her prey’s silence, Envy removes her shoe and cocks her foot back to deliver a powerful kick to the diva’s head. Miss Morte releases a blood curdling scream as the toe of Aryana’s boot smashes into the tattooed Minx’s trap, her teeth tearing into the flesh of her rose petal lips. Blood oozes from her mouth and nose, turning the water on the floor red, and Miss Morte lays motionless on the tile.Aryana plucks Bella from the ground again, jerking her head back so that she can lock eyes with her play thing. Envy smirks menacingly, then proceeds to lick the crimson liquid from the smaller female’s upper lip. Bella gurgles and fights to free her head from Aryana's grip. Seeing there is still a bit of life in her prey, Envy lifts Bella over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry before throwing her victim’s limpid legs out behind her and dropping her down to the ground with her arm looped around her neck in a stunner.

JP: "Oh my god! Aryana is a monster! And it looks to me like Envy wanted to provide Ethan with a refresher on what she did to his friend Bella Morte just a short while ago, hopefully he can take the rage he must be feeling and mold it... Use it to overthrow this tyrant and gain himself the title."

Ray: "Or... Or he could bring his sparkling abs over here and let me lick the sweat off his sexy body. Fuck that cream puff Bella, maybe Envy can smack some sense into him and make him realize he should become a part of my male wreslter harem."

The familiar sound of The Deftone's song Change smothers the pained screams of the butalized Bella Morte, the screen blinks into darkness, and the lights suddenly assault the eyes of the occupants of the arena. Envy throws the curtain to the side and saunters into view with her hand over her mouth and a sheepish grin painted on her visage. The audience roars with disapproval as the merciless maiden proceeds to parade around the top of the ramp, bowing and waving at the EVPW fans as if they were showering her with praise.

Lizzie Morna brings the mic up to her lips and utters in her sultry voice, "Aaaannnndddd Hawke's opponent, weighing in at 182 pounds and standing at six feet tall, The New Zealand Terror; Aryana 'Envy' RENFIELD!"

The Covetous Cunt finally proceeds down the ramp, though something catches her eye, and without skipping a beat she smashes a big gulp into Kade Samuel's biggest fan's face. The butter ball raises from her seat and howls for the sinful siren to return to the scene of the crime. With a nightmarish expression playing on The New Zealand Terror's face she stops just short of the squared circle and her head rolls back to stare at the infamous fat woman. The cow immediately shrivels up into her seat like water in the desert and her flapping gob snaps shut. Aryana offers up a choice hand signal, whirls back around and focuses her sights back on her prize. The deviant diva mounts the side of the ring and fluidly slides one leg after another through the middle ropes. Once inside she approaches the delectable woman in the red dress and holds her hand out for her microphone. Lizzie eyes Aryana warily, but relinquishes her precious tool, Envy nipping at the air around Ms. Morna as she retreats a safe distance away.

"Sorry for the over played blackout moment there, thought you might appreciate some mood lighting, so that you could wrap your little brain around the severity of the situation tonight. Plus, I just thought, you might like to see how much fun I had with your slag, and how much fun we're gonna have tonight. And maybe I'm trying to rile ya up, get your blue blood pumpin'. How's that workin' by the way?"

Feedback from the mic assaults the ears of the crowd as Envy tosses the media device to the ground and motions with her hands for the polished diamond to come at her.

TBCB Ethan Hawke

[Ethan Hawke]

The official for this match is none other than Kingbear's personal favorite, Homeless George. George is standing in the corner picking his nose, looking much like his finger is touching is brain at this point. Hawke looks at him for a moment and then turns to Aryana as if to say 'really?'. Aryana waves a finger and gives him a smug smirk as he other hand goes onto her hip. "Hey scrap can we get a bell or something?" The bearded zebra shirt jumps as he is addressed and quickly removes his index finger from his nostril and signals for the bell. The New Zealand Nightmare begins to pace back and forth like a caged animal as her emerald eyes stay locked on her target. New Zealand's Corvetous Cunt slowly makes her way toward her adversary for this match, but Hawke slide between her legs like a baseball playing stealing home. The Kiwi let out an unimpressed grunt and attempts to grab her quarry again, but this time Ethan ducks under her arms and darts toward the ropes. Rebounding from the cables Jacksonville's own Bird of Prey returns heading straight toward the green eyed monster at full speed before going airborne and wrapping his legs around the neck of the six foot tall woman. The Real Lady Killer hastidly attempts to toss her foe off of her, but as a result merely sends his upperbody into the air and with a quick flick of the hips The Diamond polishes off his first bit of offense by taking her head over heels and to the canvas.

"What a beautiful headscissors by Hawke there. Basic, but effective."

"Hey Aryana! I thought we were girls! Stop trying to touch him!"


Envy does not stay down for long and she is cackling like the witch she is as she slowly returns to her feet and her foe darts toward the cables once more. Upon his return Hawke takes flight again and wraps his legs around his dance partners neck from the front before snapping to the side and back to take her down once again. The Corvetous Cunt rolls towards the ropes before making her way to her feet again, but this time she is met with a kick to the back of the skull which sends her out to the floor.

"Some more aerial offense from the second generation star. I think his time over seas rubbed off on him. I haven't seen this much flying around since Rey Mysterio back in Mexico."

"He can wrap his legs around my fa-"

"Stop right there partner we may have children watching."

"What? I was going to say he can wrap his legs around my favorite chair and I'll snap a picture."

Ms. Renfield shakes out the cobwebs as the Jacksonville native bounds toward her again, but quickly moves out of the way. The Polished Gem quickly takes hold of the top rope to slow down his exit of the squared circle before landing majestically on the apron. The throws a foor backwards toward his envious counter-part, but it is quickly locked in the grasp of the New Zealand Terror. Hawke's eyes grow wide as Envy throws his leg back which in reaction sends him face first into the apron with a sharp thud. The Diamond's head acts like a deflatted basketball as it bounces from the impact and he rolls to the floor. Green eyes and hair blazing in the arena lights as Aryana shows off her work to the crowd. "I'm gonna wear your pretty teeth around my wrist scag!" Hawke tries to return to his feet, but seeing his brain is still scrambled slightly.

"Hawke seems to have had his boat rocked on that one. I think it is safe to assume the assault from SM Raye a few weeks ago still has some effect on his motor skills."

"HEY NOT THE FACE!"

The Green Eyed Monster slowly makes her way toward the downed bird and places her boot against his throat. Ethan desperately takes hold of her foot, attempting to keep her from putting pressure onto his neck, but that only makes Aryana push downward harder. Jacksonville's shining gem gags and gasps for oxygen while his foe bares down. "That's right squirm for me pretty birdy... Just like your scab of a girlfriend." EVPW's faithful start hissing and booing the New Zealand Terror's actions and she turns her attention to them. "You are all just a bunch of jealous squibs! Show some respect to the future Champ!" 

"I think Envy might have Hawke's number if he doesn't snap out of it. This match is too important for Hawke to be unable to give it his all."

"GET OFF OF HIM!"

"Not siding with your girl tonight?"

"Not that I just don't want these two to fight. Why did Kingbear set it up where this match could happen?"

TBC

[Envy]

JP: “Because not everything is about you Ray. I doubt that they think ‘what would Mr. White like’ when they’re putting together the card.”

Ray: “Well they should, everybody would be much happier if the matches were made to my specifications. Envy would destroy all the trolls/skanky divas and the men would wrestle naked in the mud; yummy. Everybody wins!”

Ethan’s hand shakily inches up the muscular calf of his foe, his thumb sniffing out the pressure point there and proceeding to dig into that tender place with all of his strength. His actions evoke an indignant snarl from The Covetous Cunt and she gnashes her teeth as she fights to disregard the pain blazing in her stem. Unfortunately, after only a few seconds the agony overwhelms Envy and she removes her boot from Ethan’s throat. However, before withdrawing her attack she offers a consolation prize to her downed colleague, delivering a firm kick to Hawke’s chin before backing out of arms reach to rub her twitching limb. Hawke yowls and grips his jaw, rolling onto his stomach to avoid further assault. Envy takes the opportunity presented to her, grinning mischievously as she runs for the ring ropes, utilizing their elastic arms to increase her speed. She rebounds, careening back toward her prone rival, and launches into the air to bash in the back of her prey’s skull with her extended elbow. Unfortunately, The Polished Diamond has other plans, twisting out of the line of fire in the nick of time and leaving the green monster to smash her arm into the unrelenting canvas below.

JP: “Envy’s a strong competitor, but with Hawke’s speed and technical know how, he might be able to gain control of the match again. One can only hope.”

Ray: “What’re you saying, Envy’s not good enough to hold the Decimation title? IS IT BECAUSE SHE’S A GIRL JIMMY!?! ARE YOU A SEXIST!?!”

JP: “No Ray, I am not a sexist, I have no problem with a woman holding a title. I have a problem with scum like Aryana Renfield.”

Ray: “Whatever; hater.”

JP: “I thought you were rooting for Ethan.”

Ray: “….. I am… I just… SHUT UP JIMMY!”

The audience roars with pleasure whilst Envy clasps her elbow, wailing from the pain pulsing in her extremity. She gazes out into the mocking spectators and roars like a hungry lioness, daring anyone of them to come within biting range. Meanwhile, Ethan hastily pushes himself to his feet, his limbs trembling from exhaustion, but his features set in an expression of fierce determination. He rushes to his opponent’s side, gathering a handful of emerald tresses and hoisting The Queen of Mean to a standing position. The Head Hunter then flings his adversary into the ropes and leaps into the air upon her return, smashing the soles of his boots into her chest. Envy collapses to the ground with a thud and her hands clutch her bosom in hopes of soothing the throbbing there. Ethan wastes no time basking in his small victory, immediately going to work raining kicks upon The New Zealand Terror’s form in a desperate attempt to anchor the diva. His baby blues glance in the direction of the turnbuckle, pining for a position where he can inflict some real damage. Sadly, his assault does little but anger Aryana, her face turning a shocking shade of red and a vicious growl erupting from her mouth. Hawke goes to deliver another boot to the female wrestler’s abdomen, but he is stopped short when Aryana captures the offending appendage and yanks the little birdie to the ground. With a primal roar The Covetous Cunt mounts her victim and pummels the male wrestler with a series of powerful punches.

The New Zealand Terror ceases her onslaught momentarily to inspect her work, a satisfied smirk painted on her features at the sight of her opponent’s battered features. She then pushes herself to an upright position and begins smothering her adversary’s money maker with the bottom of her shoe. Envy chortles maniacally as muffled screams sputter from Ethan’s yap. She then darts toward the ropes, rebounding and landing upon her opponent with her outstretched leg. Hawke gasps desperately as he struggles to pull the air back into his lunges and Envy takes the opportunity to situate herself on his chest, “aw, poor little birdie’s all out of breath, do you need a break?”

JP: “Does her mockery ever stop, I swear she sure does like to talk a big talk! Envy executes one of her signature moves, Cain’s Rebuke; things aren’t looking good for our hero Ethan Hawke.”

Ray: “I told you not to mess up his face!!! If you’re going to keep on fighting my boyfriends, we’re gonna have to have a talk Envy!!!”

“You can’t handle The DIAMOND!!!!” The Jacksonville native shouts furiously, thrusting his fist into the slender jaw of the female wrestler. Envy tumbles back like a rag doll and Ethan rises from the mat rubbing his aching head. For a moment is appears there are two of the despicable succubus sprawled out on the canvas, but giving his noggin a good shake the pair of demons become one. The Head Hunter then trots toward the turnbuckle nearest his foe and ascends the corner with surprising agility. Once the birdie is upon his perch he faces the spectators and throws his hands into the air, causing a volley of cheers to burst from the crowd. Satiating his need for attention Ethan lunges from his pedestal with his back to Envy, flipping elegantly through the air and colliding with Aryana just as she had started to steady herself on her feet. The two fall to the ground in a heap, Envy screeching in surprise as she is forced into the mat. The first to recover is The Polished Diamond and he takes advantage of his opponent’s supine position, grabbing both of her legs and entangling them in his arms before stepping over the struggling damsel and squatting over her back. Ethan jerks back on her slender stems without pity, allowing himself to hang limply from her compressed appendages and exerting immense pressure on the diva’s upper body.

JP: “HAH! Our man pulls ahead; delivering a gorgeous upper cut to The Covetous Cunt, then a Moonsault from hell, and finally trapping the diva in a Texas Cloverleaf hold!”

Initially Envy offers little retaliation for the bird boy’s attack, momentarily overwhelmed with pain, but as the fog clears from her mind her legs start to work to free themselves. Hawke growls and struggles to remain in control, however, the stronger of the two prevails and Envy smashes her opponent into the mat like a rock from a catapult. Aryana grins wickedly, crawling on all fours after her play thing. Upon closing the space between them she flips the little birdie over to gaze up at the rafters. Her digits entangle in Ethan’s lovely locks and she plucks the male wrestler from the mat with ease, “you know… I noticed… It seems you have a bit of a headache… Perhaps I could help you with that.”

The Covetous Cunt cups the back of her rivals head, takes a running start for the turnbuckle, and smashes The Polished Diamond’s skull into the corner, “you know what they say, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”

JP: “What a cheap trick, Envy’s targeting Ethan’s injured head to gain the upper hand in the match.”

Ray: “You say cheap, I say smart.”

A blood curdling scream muffles all other sound inside the arena as The Little Birdie’s noggin collides. Luckily, his body reacts in kind by smashing his elbow into his attacker’s face and sending the diva stumbling back. Black spots dot Hawke’s vision but do not hinder his resolve as he dashes for Envy, spinning on his heel and performing an awe inspiring roundhouse kick to The Covetous Cunt’s jaw. Envy yowls as the hit connects audibly, agony exploding in her face, and she flips over the top rope. The sinful siren slams into the hard surface below, Ethan gazing down upon with diva with a confident smile; a happy accident. The Head Hunter takes a moment to regain his strength, breathing heavily and resting his hands on his knees.

TBCB
Ethan Hawke

[Ethan Hawke]

The Jacksonville native begins to rally the crowd behind him as his green haired foe staggers back onto the apron, Hawke quickly and violently takes hold of her locks. "Two can play that game BITCH!" Fingers ensnared in the green mist he sprints, dragging Envy with him reluctantly toward the corner before slamming her mongoloid forehead into the turnbuckle. A sick smack and low groan ring out on impact as she snaps back down to the floor. EVPW's Polished Gem lets out a warrior scream that almost replicates one of his tag team partners shouts perfectly. The crowd has a renewed life in it as Ethan begins to slam his hands together. The discombobulated New Zealander begins throwing dazed punches at the wind as she staggers around on the outside of the ring.

"Wow... Hawke rallying this capacity crowd behind him and look at Envy she is completely out of it."

"It's not funny my girl could be hurt... But I have to admit great timing on that kick AND DID YOU SEE THE MUSCLE MOVEMENT... I'm getting HOT on that."

The Bird of Prey aims for his target before darting toward the opposite side of the ring and using the ropes to spring for more momentum. The return trip has the EVPW faithful on their feet as just a foot from the ropes Hawke takes flight once again, he corks himself sideways, clears the top rope by inches before completing the rotation, and finally comes crashing down on the terrorizing, conniving kiwi. Envy crumbles on impact and Ethan cannot help, but stall for a moment or two on the floor as his head begins to throb once more.

"THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"What a spectacular dive by the young man from Florida. I have never seen anyone clear the ropes like that... I mean he was only inches from getting caught up from the ropes."

"HEY! HEY! HEY! Not cool Ethan! You are suppose to try to win not try to permanently injure people!"

Hawke slowly inhales and exhales as he glances over at the green haired monster for moment. He has seen enough of her to last him a lifetime and quickly kips back up to his feet. Still feeling the effects of his head meeting the turnbuckle Ethan staggers before getting his balance back and making his way toward a ladder. The Polished Diamond slowly breaks the object down before sliding it into the ring and resetting it under the dangling championship. Jacksonville's resident technical wizard begins to slowly claw his way up the stairway to glory, rung by rung. The crowd stands and cheers their favorite for the match on further up the ladder, but at the halfway mark of his climb the sick sound of metal on skin tears through their ears. Hawke's spin arches and he grabs the ladder with his left hand to try and stay on it. Envy swings the chair she now has in her hands again even harder and an agonized gasp escapes the lips of her adversary. The kiwi terror smirks as she drives the top of the chair into his already tenderized back and Hawke falls down to the canvas with a thud, on impact Hawke sits up his back twisting and a look of all out anguish covers his visage.  

"OH NO! Envy with a chair three times to the back of Hawke. Look at the look on his face his back has to feel he has been struck with a branding iron."

"I didn't know you got down like that Jimmy."

Ray winks at him.

"I don't... I... I... What does that sick bitch on her mind now?"

"Way to change the subject Jim-bo. I want to hear more about your kinky sexy times."

"Uh uh uh Sweetface. I ain't done with you yet." As those words escape the lips of Aryana, she violently snatches the hair of her current victim as her other hand gets a grip on his tights. The Diamond's eyes go wide as he is hoisted into the air and above Envy's head, while still looking up at the lights. "What do you scabs want?" Ms. Renfield begins to treat her foe as if he is no more than gym equipment as she presses him a couple times.

"PUT HIM DOWN! PUT HIM DOWN! PUT HIM DOWN!"

Envy smirks as the crowd chants before nonchalantly raising and lowering her shoulders. "Alright... I'll put him down." The green haired minx winks as she tosses Ethan into the air and quickly falls to the canvas with her knees up. Gravity's rule is very clear what goes up absolutely must come down, but the little birdy from Florida twist in mid air so he can see what's going on. Aryana has her eyes closed as she eagerly awaits the impact on her muscular legs, but her foe has a different out come in mind and lands on his feet. The landing sends a sting clear up his spine and momentarily it stops him from picking up on his opportunity, but as soon as Envy sits up with a 'what the hell' look on her face Hawke drags her head into his arm pit, but as soon as he attempts to lift his lighter foe the pain shoots up his spine again. Aryana takes the opportunity to push Hawke back and into the ropes before slamming her hand into the throat of her returning counter-part.

"Envy goes for Sinfully Delicious, but Hawke counters. Hawke goes for the Future Shock, but his back wouldn't allow it and Envy answers back with a big shot that sends her foe back out to the floor. This match shows how much BOTH these competitors want to be the first Decimation Champion."

"Ouch... Ok Envy use the opportunity given to you and WIN!"

"You know? You switching sides constantly is getting old Ray."

"Shut up Jimmy... I am confused as Hell and I will just be happy if these two can walk back into the arena next Tuesday."

The fans boo loudly as The Covetous Cunt smirks and turns to the ladder as he opponent takes a breather at ringside. Ms. Renfield begins her own ascent one rung at a time, the prize growing closer and closer. EVPW's faithful pleads for their little birdy to get back into the match as Aryana's fingers brush against the bottom of the belt. "IT'S MINE NOW!"

"I think this match is just about over. All Envy has to do now is take down the championship and she gets to take it home."

"It's a shame that she had to beat the fresh and clean Ethan, but I cannot think of anyone more deserving."

Suddenly the crowd releases a unified, joyous shout as The Bird of Prey from Jacksonville springs from the ropes toward his distracted rival. Hawke skillfully throws his legs out, attempting to kick his foe off her perch, but the shot misses it's target and catches the ladder just inches away from her calf. The ladder tilts on impact and the weight of Envy takes it the rest of the way over. The steel object falls with enough force as it hits the top rope that it sends the 182 pound kiwi sailing through the air and crashing into one of the tables sitting at ringside. Hawke lays motionless on the canvas for a moment unable to follow up on his feat due to the coursing pain shooting shock waves through his body.

"OH MY GOD! Ethan Hawke just dropkicked the ladder! Envy through a table!"

"WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!"

"I don't know, but I don't think Hawke can take much more of this. He needs to get up the ladder now while his dangerous opponent cannot stop him."

"As I said I don't care who wins... I don't know who to root for... I just hope they can both walk into the arena on Tuesday."

The crowd claps and stomps their feet as they try to get the 200 pounder back onto his feet. Ethan's arm clings to his back as he continues to lay on the mat as he attempts to shake the pain away, but now his vision is beginning to blur.

TBC:

Notes: Wow this match has been back and forth lol... So just as a recap... Envy is down after going through the table... And Hawke is down due to damage he has taken... I Cannot wait to see what happens next

[Envy]

The banshee wail of The Covetous Cunt reverberates throughout the EVPW arena as her body collides with the surface of the table. The fragile furniture splinters, opening up through the middle and spitting her out onto the floor like a bad taste. The New Zealand Terror lays motionless on the ground, groaning whilst every nerve in her body screaming, and flesh stinging in places where wooden teeth scraped her. Meanwhile, The Polished Diamond fights a similar battle, his head pulsing and leaving his conscious mind feeling as if it were swimming in a pool slowly turning black at the corners. However, the audience refuses to allow their precious aerialist to accept defeat and their voices rise in a beautiful chorus of encouragement, “LET’S GO ETHAN! LET’S GO! LET'S GO ETHAN! LET'S GO!”

Their support emblazons the waning hero and he begins to stir from the mat, getting to all fours whilst huffing in exhaustion. On the other hand, Aryana’s eyes flutter open to the infuriating hum of the crowd and she is immediately filled with rage. How dare they, how dare they continue to root for Hawke, I am a better wrestler by far. I'll show them!!!!! The Green Monster slithers across the floor toward the ring, her emerald hair clinging to her sweat soaked face, and her body trembling with her desire to inflict pain upon their precious gem. She hooks her nails into the fabric of the apron and she peeks over the rings edge just in time to watch Ethan hobble toward the ascension apparatus leaning against the ropes. The sinful siren crouches out of sight, waiting for her opponent to stumble within arm’s reach. As Hawke clutches the ladder the diva suddenly ensnares his ankle in her grasp and yanks her victim under the elastic arms of the ring. The Little Birdie's back smacks into the canvas and the ropes whiz past his head leaving him momentarily bewildered. However, the Head Hunter regains his wits once his feet connect with the ground and he instantly kicks The New Zealand Terror in the head. Her noggin bobs comically, green orbs dancing in their sockets, and she takes a few shaky steps back. Ethan follows after his retreating foe, grabbing her skull and guiding her by her think tank toward the metal stairs to the nearest turnbuckle. A satisfied grin graces the features of The Polished Diamond, positive victory will be within his grasp after this assault. With a mighty howl Hawke forces the porcelain visage of his rival into the unrelenting metal steps, bringing forth a chilling yowl from the wounded woman. The metallic edge bites into her flesh and blood oozes from a wound upon the diva’s forehead. Sadly, The Little Birdie is not finished with his assault, but he takes a moment to address The Covetous Cunt.

“I wouldn’t be so rough with a female opponent, but you’ve given me no choice and I will not lose to such a despicable human being.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, pansy, AHAHAHAHAHA!” Envy pools the saliva in her mouth before shooting a missile of spit into the face of her opponent and breaking out in hysterical laughter. Hawke hisses vehemently and wipes the liquid disgrace from his face before smashing his fist into the diva’s upturned cheek. He then grabs her by the back of the neck and forces Envy to her feet. The Covetous Cunt cackles and chokes as her lipid limb is tossed over Ethan’s shoulder and his arm hooks around her waist, “we gonna dance big boy?”

JP: “Neither contender is willing to give in, after going through a table Envy pulls Ethan back for more, but The Jacksonville Native leaves pity at the door and gives the diva a firm head first bump into the metal stairs of the ring and OH MY-I think he’s setting her up for-Yes-It is-The Polished Diamonds finisher The Diamond Shine!”

Ray: “Her face!!! Oh no! Ew… It’s bleeding… an awful lot-Urp!” the color commentator's visage grows pale and Mr. White clutches his tie, to creating space between the fabric and his neck.

Ethan shakes his head then proceeds to lift and twist the diva so that she is being held upside down. The audience erupts into cheers as they recognize the move unfolding before their eyes, Envy’s skull throbs as the blood rushes to her head, and Ethan roars as his body releases a flood of adrenaline. He braces her back and her feet before collapsing to the ground; smashing the sinful siren's head into the solid floor below. Envy falls limply from her opponent’s grip, uttering one high-pitched scream and then falling into a stone like silence. Hawke pushes himself to an upright position and gazes down at his beaten rival with a placid expression, delivering a kick to the diva’s side and nodding with satisfaction as her body limply rolls with the blow. With the admiration of the audience like invisible hands pushing him toward his goal, Ethan strides to the ring’s edge with renewed strength, sliding through the bottom rope and onto the canvas. The Jacksonville Native crawls to the ladder and uses the rungs to help bring himself to a standing position. He grabs the side of the stairway to his dream, spreading its legs and positioning it below the belt. Ethan then begins his climb to victory, gazing back at his prone rival to assure his safety and then focusing all of his attention on conquering the ladder.

The belt gleams in his eye like a golden chalice as the space between them thins and his feet work to defeat the last few steps toward conquest. Frightening green peepers open wide in alarm, reality flooding in and drowning the diva’s senses momentarily. Talons encircle the leg of a metal chair and aching muscles flex with great protest whilst The New Zealand Terror hastily pulls herself along the floor and up into the squared circle. Once inside she deposits her weapon upon the canvas before turning her attention to her treed adversary. The devious diva saunters up to birdie’s perch with a pleasant grin plastered on her countenance, gingerly places her hands on either side, and snaps the contraption shut. Her hands pull away, holding them up in the air innocently as the pedestal crumbles, and Ethan crashes into the canvas empty handed. The audience gasps in terror as their champion plummets, bringing forth a snarl of contempt from Envy and a choice hand signal offering to the fans.

The Green Machine then trots to retrieve her weapon and then to her fallen prey’s side. Aryana hooks her fingers into his mouth and jerks her opponent to his feet. Hawke’s teeth begin to gnash her slender digits, but The Kiwi reminds him to behave by shoving her razor like nails into the roof of his mouth. Finally she retracts her claws from her adversary’s yap, grinning at the string of saliva that followed her fingers in their escape. Envy then bends Hawke at the waist, slaps her rippling thighs and shoves his head between her stems. Her wicked orbs scan the arena, she lets her knees crumble, and the diva smashes Ethan’s face into the metallic surface of the chair.

JP: “Only a few more steps to go and Envy closes the ladder right out from under Ethan! Then uses her finisher Bitches Be Crazy into a metal chair! Dear god! Could this be the end of the match?!?!”

Ray has slipped under his desk and vomiting noises can be heard from beneath.

JP: “It appears Mr. White’s weak stomach has gotten the better of his again.”

The crowd yowls disapprovingly as their hero is left clutching his bloodied face and The Covetous Cunt prances toward the ladder to take another shot at conquering the mountain and attaining the belt.

TBCB Ethan Hawke

[Ethan Hawke]

Once again the green haired monster is inches away from winning this prestigious match as her foe lays helpless on the canvas beneath her. The Covetous Cunt looks down at Hawke and laughs for a moment before reaching up and getting a grip on the Decimation Championship belt. EVPW's faithful begins to call out to their hero even louder, pleading with him to stop the moment they are dreading to see. The Diamond rolls onto his stomach and slowly puts weight down on his arms in attempt to push himself back to a vertical base. His arms shake under his weight and it takes all he has not to fall right back down on his already seeping visage. A static charge begins to sputter and spark through out the arena as the Jacksonville native slowly raises to a knee. As Mr. White finally emerges from his hiding place.

"It is taking all Hawke has to get up... If he doesn't get the lead out quick this match could be over."

"GET UP ETHAN!"

"I thought you'd be happy Ray... It looks like your girl may have this match in the bag now."


"(While wiping dinner from his lips) I don't want this match to be over yet... And I don't want to see Ethan just lay down and die either."


Florida's Bird of Prey looks up, but is partially blinding by the stinging red substance oozing down his face. Hawke wipes the blood and sweat out of his eyes and places a shaking hand on the ladder. One accomplishment down the little birdy puts one foot on the second rung of the stairway to fame. Hawke's body shakes as he attempts to drag himself up the cold steel.

"Rung by rung Ethan Hawke climbing toward Envy... How much more can this kid possibly have left in him?"

'You said it yourself JP... Ethan is ALL heart... Hopefully this match can go awhile longer."

The shining Hawke from Florida finally reaches the rung just below Envy and gives her a quick shot to the abdomen which stops her attempts to undo the title from it's perch. New Zealand's export returns the favor by driving her elbow into his jaw, Ethan takes a tight grip on the ladder to keep from falling. The little birdy fires back with a shot of his one which leads to Ms. Renfield's arms flapping in the air for a moment before she too takes hold of the ladder. The two begin to trade shots back and forth while trying to maintain their grips on the ladder with their free limbs. Their balance as well as the sturdiness of the ladder more and more compromised with each desperate shot.

"LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT!"

"The ladder wobbling underneath the competitors and there could be a long fall in their near future. Parents I beg you if you don't want you children scared for the rest of their lives send them to bed."

Each contender continues to give everything they have, each shot making the recipient try even harder.

"You are gonna have to bring a lot more than that honey."

EVPW's resident diva powerhouse gives her foe a wink.

"Trust me Birdy Boy I got plenty more."

Envy draws way back and lands a shot straight from her homeland right into the pronounced jawline of the Floridian. Hawke falters and begins to fall toward the ropes, much to The New Zealand Terror's delight, but what she does not see coming is his reaction. As Hawke's grip slips on the ladder he takes hold of Envy's top. The sound of ripping fabric reverberates as the crowd watches on and both combatants fall with the ladder coming down separating them on the way down. EVPW fans gasp as the duo land on the top rope at the same time crotch first. The crowd also gets another unexpected surprise as Ms. Renfields ample bosoms come out to say hello, but before the initial shock of their landing can set in the ladder crashes into the ropes as well, ricocheting them into the air and back down onto the cables.

"OH! YEAH!"

"Oh my God! Look away everyone!"

"Well... This is an unforeseen... Circumstance...."

Both competitors' faces are locked in a look of shock and anguish as they allow the shocking results of what has transpired to pour into their minds. Envy is the first one to roll off their perch, however gingerly shortly followed by her in ring counter-part. The two gasp for the air that has been driving out of them by their rather unorthodox landing. Weak and in deep seated pain the two begin to try to regain their composure. As the two finally reach their knees their eyes meet, well Ethan's meet a certain part of Envy's feminine anatomy. His baby blues stare for a moment before lock onto her chest like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming vehicle.

"I can't lie.. Those are nice..."

The green haired vixen blows him a kiss and chuckles to herself before slamming her first into his mush, but not to be over-shadowed the Floridian returns the favor. Ms. Renfield lets out a joyous sounding laugh which causes her love pillows to shake, once again distracting her adversary for a moment.

"Well thanks Welp... I wish I could say the same about you, but you keep love tapping me like that I might have to count it as foreplay."

"THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"

"This is SOOO not awesome... How can these people be enjoying this?"

"Well most of those voices are our male fan base... But I am not sure if they are talking about the match or Envy's mishap. The match has been more than I expected and I was expecting an all out war between these two over the championship, but I will say we are seeing so much more than that."

"AND MORE of my girl than I WANT to see."

Florida's flawless gym does something unexpected and drives his own head into Aryana's forehead, but the shot seems immediately to be a mistake of the third generation superstar as his eyes almost instantly glass over for a moment. New Zealand's pride pushes him aside and finishes her return to a vertical base, giving the crowd a bow as she does so. The Covetous Cunt licks her lips and dusts off her hands as she prepares to grab the ladder again, but this time Hawke comes out of nowhere and dives onto the other end of it as it still sits on the ropes. Ethan's landing causes the legs of the ladder to snap upwards quickly and into Aryana's nose. The top rope is the only thing that keeps The Head Hunter on his feet and he surveys the results of his actions for a moment. He instinctively slides the ladder off the ropes before staggering toward his down companion. Ms. Renfield spits in the face of Hawke as he attempts to get ahold of her once more, but only receives a boot to the face for her trouble which rocks her in her kneeling position. The green hair is his next target as he latches onto it like a vice and with another war cry he drives Envy's blood stained face into the steel rungs.

"POLISH HER OFF! POLISH HER OFF! POLISH HER OFF!"

EVPW's live crowd being on his side sends another surge of adrenaline through the veins of Florida's own and he begins to get psyched up once again, not that he has ever been psyched down in this bout. He crosses his arms in front of him before throwing them out.

"I AM DONE WITH THIS!"

Jacksonville's flawless gem opens the ladder and shoves Envy's head between the two halves of it before slamming the top down onto her and giving it a stomp for good measure. Pointing toward the Heaven's gives the crowd the only hint they needed to tell what The Head Hunter has on his mind.

"DIAMOND DUST! DIAMOND DUST! DIAMOND DUST!"

"NO DON'T DO IT! FOR ONCE DON'T LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE! I CAN'T WATCH!"

Mr. White covers his eyes as Hawke goes to the corner closest to how his opponent is set up and scales it, facing toward the crowd. He points outward with one arm and the other does the same before he does the international sign for one is going to flip. Ethan jumps up and does a complete three-hundred-sixty degree flip under himself before adding another ninety to put himself abdominal area first crashing into the ladder, but unfortunately for the hero of this piece, his target is not where he left her. Hawke eats the landing with no give and his ribs take the blunt of the impact with a sickening crunch from steel, flesh, and bone meeting once again.

"OH!"

"(Eyes still covered) What happen?"

"Hawke was looking for that beautifully mastered imploding Four-Fifty Splash he calls the Diamond Dust... His plan was to crush Envy in the ladder, but Ms. Renfield is smarter than that and avoids the impact. Ethan may have broke a rib or two on that one."

"(His voice high and shaky) Don't get up... Don't get up... Just let her have it and recover... You have done very good... I don't want to see that sexy body mangled anymore."

Camera's flash as Envy looks at the wreckage that has been her opponent curled up and holding his ribs. New Zealand's finest lets a looks down as the quick pulses of light capture her in all her glory.

"Yeah... Yeah.. Get 'em while you can... You are lucky I don't charge you for this view."

The green haired monster points at her head as if to say 'Ha I am smarter' and grabs ahold of the bottom rope, using it to propel herself out of the ring. Her lungs still running on high to get much need oxygen, but she grits her teeth and digs around under the ring. Envy lets out an accomplished yell as she pulls a chair out from under the skirt of the squared circle. A devious, almost evil smile grows on her face as she slides back into the ring and wedges the chair between the top and middle turnbuckles.

"Come on Aryana just climb the ladder and get the title there is no need to try to end the man's career."

"These two have been putting each other through Hell Jimmy and I think the only way it is going to be over is IF one of them makes the other unable to stand, walk, or even limp back into the arena next Decimation."

"It has been a competitive match no doubt, but that doesn't mean finish your opponents ability to earn a living."

The envious one turns her sight back onto her opponent and stalks him much like a crazed leopard, tapping his face with the bottom of her boot. Each light shot leading Hawke toward the steel seating in the corner and upon reaching their destination Ms. Renfield hoist her opponent up and shoves him into the corner, following with an uncharacteristic slap to the face. The crowd continues to rally behind their hero as Envy struts around the ring like a proud bully after taking out the home-coming queen.

"Watch as I break this scab in half."

"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"

"You wish."

Auckland's Covetous One emphasizes her statement by doing the breaking gesture with her hands, balling up her first side by side and snapping them apart. The New Zealand Terror plants her feet and full on charges her apparently lamed target in the corner.  Florida's Head Hunter, unfortunately for our the feminine mastodon muscles up enough energy to leap up and lay across the top rope. The last second change in position leaves no room for Envy to change her path and she goes headlong into the trap she herself created. Clang and pop are the sounds heard as the Auckland native's head becomes ensnared in the twisted metal of what is left of the chair.

"YAY!"

Hawke rolls down the back of his foe and takes a moment to take a breather on the coolest part of the canvas, breathing heavily.

"ONCE AGAIN! JUST WHEN YOU THINK THE KID HAS NOTHING LEFT HE COMES UP WITH A COUNTER LIKE THAT! WELL PLAYED!"

"Ayana, what were you thinking?"

"COME ON ETHAN! GET THE LADDER! CLIMB UP! WIN THE TITLE!"

"I hate to say it, but I don't know how much those two have left to give. They both have to be running on fumes right now... But I have to say my Ethan-bear looks good panting like that."

"You just wish it was you that had him breathing like that... And you know it will NEVER happen."

"Hey! A man can dream right? Don't ruin that for me Jimmy."

TBC: Envy

Notes: OMG! I didn't know if I could come up with anything to match what you did Beth and I am still not sure if I pulled it off, but hey it was worth the attempt and fun to write... Hope you enjoyed it.

 

[Envy]

(I liked it a lot, great job Steve. Sorry for how long it took me to reply, hard to find time between work and the significant other.)

Envy bellows in indignation, her skin red with embarrassment and her muscles fighting to escape from the mouse trap she herself laid. On the other hand, the audience enjoys every second of the female wrestler’s current predicament, cackling uproariously at her expense and taking the opportunity to hurl garbage at the thoroughly humiliated diva. Meanwhile, her opponent clings to the cool mat like a baby to its mother’s breast and a satisfied grin spreads across The Little Birdie’s features. His baby blues loll shut, briefly basking in the sweet reprieve and reveling in his rival’s degradation. Fortunately for Envy, a terrible rage builds within her like lava spewing from a volcano’s mouth and it devours all. Her hands clutch the sides of the offending apparatus and with the mockery of the crowd fueling her determination she pushes away from the twisted metal. Concurrently, all The King’s horses and all The King’s men had put Ethan Hawke back together again. He places his palms against the mat, muttering a thank you to the renewing canvas, and pushes himself up off of the ground. Baby blues turning toward the title dangling above, sparkling at the prospect of lying the match to rest, and his feet begin to shuffle toward the ladder of their own accord.

JP: “With Envy caught in her own trap it looks like Ethan may finally be able to claim the win!”

Ray: “Has she fixed her shirt yet Jimmy, I can’t possibly bare the sight of those-those THINGS!”

JP: “Not yet Ray, I think she has other things on her mind, like winning the match.”

Finally, with a triumphant roar, the Kiwi frees herself from her entanglement and stumbles back groping her aching head. Lengthy tendrils of emerald hair hang from the remains of the chair and when she pulls her hands away from her scalp she finds them speckled red. With her mouth agape in horror the sinful siren’s poisonous orbs slowly divert to Ethan as he crawls toward her prize. Practically foaming at the mouth Aryana stampedes toward The Polished Diamond.

Unfortunately, with the foreboding exclamations of the audience and the powerful tremor of her approach the green giantess’ advance is anything but stealthy. The aerialist spontaneously spins on his heel as she closes the space between them and delivers a roundhouse kick to her jaw, sending her sprawling. Following the assault, due to an understandable level of exhaustion, the hero crumbles to his knees. The crowd erupts into encouraging cheers for their high flying friend, trying to once again refuel his will to fight. Envy clutches her chin, pulling herself upright and gazing daggers at her enemy. The Covetous Cunt then whirls around, smashes into the ropes, and comes careening back at her opponent. Unfortunately, in a surge of energy Ethan jumps to his feet and he presents his arm to the oncoming diva. Envy promptly crashes into his outstretched limb, falling to the ground in a heap and clutching her chest whilst yowling like a wounded animal.

The Polished Diamond circles the wretched wench, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of her squirming body, and then he proceeds to rain blow after blow upon the downed diva’s prone form. Envy cries out in desperation as he strikes her repetitively in her vulnerable places and she fights to deflect his assault to no avail. However, The Jacksonville Native suddenly stops pummeling her, spinning around and running for the ropes. When the onslaught ceases Envy sits up on her knees to scan the horizon for her adversary. Sadly, when her peepers find their target it is too late to repel the attack. Time seems to slow as she becomes familiar with the intricacies of his boot, every blemish upon its face and every curve of the rubber sole, but then in the blink of an eye it kisses her forcefully upon her plump lips. Her head jerks back, blood spraying like a crimson fountain from her mangled maw, and she falls onto her rear with a thud. He watches for a moment to wait for the egotistical bitch to stir and beg for another round of beatings. When Aryana groans groggily, starting to roll onto her stomach, he offers a helping hand. The Head Hunter entwines his digits in her long tresses and yanks her to her feet.

JP: “Hawke has taken the reins, foiling the demented diva’s plans at every turn! What could he possibly have in store for her next? If I were him I would make sure she’s taken out of the running for good with his next move, because she isn’t going to stop until he doesn’t give her any other choice.”

Ray: “I’d like to see what the hell you’re talking about Jimmy, but-“ Mr. white uncovers his eyes for a brief moment, “MY EYESSS!!! MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!”

JP: “They’re just breasts Ray.”

Envy flails momentarily, but is given an elbow to the cheek for her troubles, causing the tired damsel’s head to roll limply to the side to rest against her shoulder. Ethan then proceeds to lift Aryana up onto the top turnbuckle, climbing up after her and standing on the ropes with the diva between his legs. He positions himself with his back to the audience whilst steadying himself with his hands on his opponent's head. Then The Little Birdie takes flight, wrapping his legs around Envy's head and hurling himself backwards toward the treacherous wilds outside of the ring.

Envy is the first to connect with the table that Ethan had been aiming for, the front of her body smashing into the wooden surface with a crack and causing it to collapse. Ethan tumbles into the wreckage immediately afterward, the mangled mass swallowing up his body and burying the two wrestlers beneath the ruins.

JP: “Holy Shit, a Frankensteiner into a table from Ethan!”

Ray: “OHMIGOSH! Is it bad?!?! Is there a lot of blood?!?! I can’t watch…. Oh wait… I wasn’t,” The color commentator sticks his tongue out and giggles like a school girl.

JP: “You can be a real child sometimes White.”

Ray: “And you can be a real party pooper Jimbo.”

“Raaahhhh!” The Polished Diamond shoves the debris away with a mighty roar. The spectators gasping in unison as he comes into view, all eyes are drawn to a metal table leg protruding from Hawke’s thigh. The male wrestler stares down at the freeloader lodged in his leg with an expression of growing alarm. Although, this expression contorts into one of utter horror as The New Zealand Terror wiggles free from the rubble and begins slithering up his wounded stem like a serpent. She grins wickedly as her eyes focus on her foe’s injury, glinting with a mixture of intrigue and hunger. Her tongue slides along her teeth and claws wrap around the implement, “aw, let me help you with that.”

With a breathy sigh she pulls the metal from his flesh, causing Hawke to quake and to flop onto his back whilst screaming in agony. Ms. Renfield chuckles merrily and climbs onto her victim’s stomach, “I may not be a submissionist, but I think I could get you to tap? Don’t you?”

Her hand disappears behind her back, fingers inching like a spider’s legs down his limb toward the small circular wound. The Polished Diamond watches quizzically, his mind unable to comprehend what it is the diva has in store for him. Her eyebrow arches and the smile on her bloodied face widens. Ethan’s eyes grow as well when he finally surmises her plans and her digits slip into his wound. She claws the tormented flesh there and purrs, “say uncle.”

The Jacksonville Native howls and his hand launches forward, cupping the back of the diva’s head. A look of surprise softens the dastardly diva’s features and Ethan snarls before bashing their heads together. Envy hears the hollow reverberation of their skulls colliding, her vision goes black momentarily, and she falls to the side. Meanwhile, Hawke’s hand searches blindly beside him, his features brightening as he palms the cool surface of the object he is seeking. He grips the blunt instrument and hastily straddles the dizzy diva next to him. Her eyes burst open upon feel the weight on her gut and the image of Ethan Hawke slowly solidifies above her. The Head Hunter then hoists his weapon high above his head before bringing it down on his rival’s tender melon.

JP: “JESUS! Hawke takes a metal table leg to the head of Aryana Renfield! There’s no way she’s waking up from that! I believe this may be the end of the match!”

Her eyes flutter shut like the wings of a butterfly and he tosses the implement to the side. Ethan cocks his hand back and delivers a firm backhanded slap across the face of The Covetous Cunt. When she doesn’t respond he nods his head firmly and begins his wobbly trek back toward the goal line. Dragging his throbbing body beneath the ropes and shriveling up on the canvas once he’s reached the other side. His hands shakily grope the wound on his leg, growling as he tries to assess the severity of the injury; tis but a flesh wound. He moans as lets his head fall against the cool mat, contemplating the curves and silky textures of the bed he would so happily enter into tonight; hopefully with Bella at his side. Hawke then begins the slow crawl toward the tool to his victory. He stands at its side, pulls the implement off of the floor, and plants the ladder on its feet. The fan favorite then begins his climb up the mountain for the win, the crowd cheering him on all the while.

Envy wakens to the sound of the booming spectators, having just seconds before been dreaming of their admiration being directed at her as she held the victory belt in her hand. She rolls onto her stomach, matted green hair falling around her, and slithers up into the ring like something out of a scary movie. Her talons encircle the sides of the ladder and she begins her ascension, but the audience gives away her approach, booing as she closes in on their hero. Hawke glances behind him and The Covetous Cunt flashes him a confident grin before grabbing him by the ankle and jerking him loose from his pedestal to send him tumbling to the ground.
She then descends the stairway to victory and collapses the ladder on the ground beside them. She plucks her prey from the mat, places both of her hands around his throat, and separates him from the ground. The New Zealand Terror gives her opponent a derisive sneer, drinking in the moment as he flails and sputters, then throws him down onto the metal ladder.

JP: “NO! Just when it seems the win will be Hawke’s Envy shows up out of nowhere and knocks The Little Birdie from his perch before executing one of her signature moves Just Deserts into the metal Ladder.”

Ray: “Is it over yet? Has she finally put those weapons of mass destruction away?”


TBCB Ethan Hawke