Post by Vladimir Strife on Jul 7, 2013 17:33:12 GMT -4
Both men exhausted and hurt, the two students of KingBear watch one another with cautious eyes, looking for a hint of their next move. Not finding one, Kade offers his hand, raised up high for a test of strength. The GodKing, arm still throbbing, gives him an incredulous look and plants his hands on his own hips. The younger star shrugs in response to his elder, to be surprised as the Titan rolls his eyes and lifts his own arm, seeming as though he will oblige him.
The tandem move in slowly in small steps, each measuring the other up as they grow nearer in their bizarre tango. The fingers of Vlad's right hand lace through Kade's left and the Hometown Hero raises his other arm up to follow. Strife smirks as he darts a swift kick across the side of his opponent's bad knee, sending him down to it. Stepping back from the tie up, the Titan is shocked as Mr. Oakley follows, stepping back up to his feet swiftly. The slightly smaller star draws his arm back as he steps up, determined to fight fire with fire. Before the Impaler can respond, Samuels swings in with a vicious right hand, planting it into the mouth of the Co-Owner and knocking him down to the mat.
"OH MY GOD! Did Kade just hit Vlad with a Lights Out!?"
"Nooooooooooo!"
"That might be it! I think he's out cold!!"
With Vlad seemingly sleeping on the job, Rook wastes no time in making a beeline for the cage. Standing at the wall, he takes a deep breath and sighs before grabbing onto the barbed wire, a grimace taking over his features as he does so. He plants a foot on the bottom rope and readies himself. Behind him, the Czar of Scars sits up, holding a finger to his lips in a request for silence, a devious smile stretched across his face behind the digit. He slowly and carefully begins his ascent as Kade works on his own, raising his other foot off of the canvas and onto the middle rope.
"Aw, damnit! That sneaky son of a bitch! I thought Kade really had this!"
"Heh... Long live the King!"
Raising his lower foot up to the top rope, the unaware student is stalked by one of his mentors, who rises up to both feet now as quietly as he is able to. Another grab of the sharp barbs and Kade finds both of his feet on the same level once again as well. He risks a peek back at his fallen foe, only to find the Romanian charging at him full speed. Strife throws himself against the rope, shaking the rookie's balance, his legs going opposite directions and sending him crashing down onto the cable.
While Kade hugs the top rope, trying to keep from falling off in his agony, the GodKing has already made it to the other side of the ring and comes bounding back off of his own set of ropes. Racing back in toward Mr Oakley yet again, Vlad leaps up, jutting his knee forth and crashing with it into the side of Samuels skull, slamming his face against the steel. As he steps away, Kade falls off of the rope and into the ring, pock marks across the side of his face oozing with blood. The King shakes his head at the fallen student and begins to follow in the path he was on.
"Looks like that's the end of it, folks... another promising rookie bullied by Vladimir Strife.."
"Aww, don't look at it that way. Look at it as another promising rookie taught a key lesson in survival by Vlad!"
"Lesson? What kind of lesson is this supposed to be!?"
"...That all bow before the King!"
"I'm going to punch you..."
"Please don't.."
Halfway up the cage with victory almost in his grasp, the Titan takes a peek down to the ring. In it, Mr Oakley has begun to stir, although he is still far from a threat at this point. Vlad looks at him a moment before hopping down off of the rope and onto solid ground once more.
"Wait.. what's this?"
"What is he doing?"
The Romanian stands there ominously, watching on in silence as Kade clamors up to all fours, struggling to rise once again. The young man reaches out wildly, his hand finding the middle rope after a couple of empty swipes. He uses it to hold on to, clinging tightly as he plants his feet to the canvas. Ready as last, Rook rises up to his full height again, a look of confusion on his bloodied face before he turns around. In doing so, he comes face to face with the incoming fist of the Barbarian Lord. It catches him right on the lips and sends him hurdling to the mat. Samuels lands hard with a thunderous boom, softly bouncing once against the rattling boards before coming to a rest.
"THAT'S how it's done!"
"Damn it..."
With the young man incapacitated, Vladimir takes his time climbing up and over the cage. He looks back a few times, but Kade remains in place, the drips of blood from his busted lip and punctured cheek collecting in small puddles beneath him.
As Vladimir drops off the side of the cage onto his feet, Lizzie comes over to raise his hand once more, the veteran gazing upon the destruction he's wrought as his music blares and the night comes to an end.
~End~
The tandem move in slowly in small steps, each measuring the other up as they grow nearer in their bizarre tango. The fingers of Vlad's right hand lace through Kade's left and the Hometown Hero raises his other arm up to follow. Strife smirks as he darts a swift kick across the side of his opponent's bad knee, sending him down to it. Stepping back from the tie up, the Titan is shocked as Mr. Oakley follows, stepping back up to his feet swiftly. The slightly smaller star draws his arm back as he steps up, determined to fight fire with fire. Before the Impaler can respond, Samuels swings in with a vicious right hand, planting it into the mouth of the Co-Owner and knocking him down to the mat.
"OH MY GOD! Did Kade just hit Vlad with a Lights Out!?"
"Nooooooooooo!"
"That might be it! I think he's out cold!!"
With Vlad seemingly sleeping on the job, Rook wastes no time in making a beeline for the cage. Standing at the wall, he takes a deep breath and sighs before grabbing onto the barbed wire, a grimace taking over his features as he does so. He plants a foot on the bottom rope and readies himself. Behind him, the Czar of Scars sits up, holding a finger to his lips in a request for silence, a devious smile stretched across his face behind the digit. He slowly and carefully begins his ascent as Kade works on his own, raising his other foot off of the canvas and onto the middle rope.
"Aw, damnit! That sneaky son of a bitch! I thought Kade really had this!"
"Heh... Long live the King!"
Raising his lower foot up to the top rope, the unaware student is stalked by one of his mentors, who rises up to both feet now as quietly as he is able to. Another grab of the sharp barbs and Kade finds both of his feet on the same level once again as well. He risks a peek back at his fallen foe, only to find the Romanian charging at him full speed. Strife throws himself against the rope, shaking the rookie's balance, his legs going opposite directions and sending him crashing down onto the cable.
While Kade hugs the top rope, trying to keep from falling off in his agony, the GodKing has already made it to the other side of the ring and comes bounding back off of his own set of ropes. Racing back in toward Mr Oakley yet again, Vlad leaps up, jutting his knee forth and crashing with it into the side of Samuels skull, slamming his face against the steel. As he steps away, Kade falls off of the rope and into the ring, pock marks across the side of his face oozing with blood. The King shakes his head at the fallen student and begins to follow in the path he was on.
"Looks like that's the end of it, folks... another promising rookie bullied by Vladimir Strife.."
"Aww, don't look at it that way. Look at it as another promising rookie taught a key lesson in survival by Vlad!"
"Lesson? What kind of lesson is this supposed to be!?"
"...That all bow before the King!"
"I'm going to punch you..."
"Please don't.."
Halfway up the cage with victory almost in his grasp, the Titan takes a peek down to the ring. In it, Mr Oakley has begun to stir, although he is still far from a threat at this point. Vlad looks at him a moment before hopping down off of the rope and onto solid ground once more.
"Wait.. what's this?"
"What is he doing?"
The Romanian stands there ominously, watching on in silence as Kade clamors up to all fours, struggling to rise once again. The young man reaches out wildly, his hand finding the middle rope after a couple of empty swipes. He uses it to hold on to, clinging tightly as he plants his feet to the canvas. Ready as last, Rook rises up to his full height again, a look of confusion on his bloodied face before he turns around. In doing so, he comes face to face with the incoming fist of the Barbarian Lord. It catches him right on the lips and sends him hurdling to the mat. Samuels lands hard with a thunderous boom, softly bouncing once against the rattling boards before coming to a rest.
"THAT'S how it's done!"
"Damn it..."
With the young man incapacitated, Vladimir takes his time climbing up and over the cage. He looks back a few times, but Kade remains in place, the drips of blood from his busted lip and punctured cheek collecting in small puddles beneath him.
As Vladimir drops off the side of the cage onto his feet, Lizzie comes over to raise his hand once more, the veteran gazing upon the destruction he's wrought as his music blares and the night comes to an end.
~End~
