The Four Kings Deathmatch Aftermath
Aug 4, 2013 20:41:53 GMT -4
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Post by Rhaps on Aug 4, 2013 20:41:53 GMT -4
The cheers of the audience reach new tumultuous levels as they applaud the valiant efforts of all four participants in the match. The action in the squared circle has reached a lull as all four men are lying supine on the canvas with the zebra shirted official looking at the carnage, unsure what to do except for wait for the action to resume. The first back to his feet astonishingly is the tall and menacing form of the Psycho King. His eyes, with a hint of malice, scan the weapons and the bodies lying strewn in the wake of utter devastation. Jaggeroth reaches down and wraps his mighty paws around the throat of the champion, bodily dragging him back to his feet as he senses his chance to win the title. Big Jim finds himself being hauled back to a vertical base, half stumbling from agony and exhaustion. In spite of this, he seems to find as yet untapped reserves of energy as he bunches up a fist and hammers the big man squarely in the jaw. Slimey Pete is knocked back a step but the effect of his impromptu attack is limited. The Masked Marauder returns the champion’s punch with one of his own, blasting the Woodsman in the cheek. Both men begin trading rights and lefts, neither competitor willing to back down.
Behind the two battling goliaths the God King begins to stir. Vladimir Strife struggles back to his feet and looks at the two gladiators continuing to hammer away at each other, proverbially attempting to find a chip in the respective man’s armour. The legendary Romanian quickly retrieves the length of two by four with the razor wire wrapped around it and holds it aloft ominously. Jaggeroth briefly turns to gaze upon the form of the Czar of Scars, thus alerting the defending champion to the impending danger but all too late. The horrific implement of destruction caves into the side of Jim’s head and he is instantly felled by the gruesome blow. A few trickles of blood ooze from the shallow cuts caused by the impact. The Black Rapids Brute has been grounded and he remains sprawled on the ring mat whilst Jaggeroth rounds on the Titan. Meanwhile, Rhaps exhibits his wily veteran instinct as he slides out of the ring to safety and begins looking under the ring again. He pulls out a sledgehammer and holds it up to the light, carefully inspecting it with manic glee.
JP: Vlad has just taken out the champion and he may well be down and out, at least for the time being. If any of these men is able to take advantage in the next few minutes we could crown a new champion.
Ray: Vlad, it’s going to be Vlad!
JP: Well, Vlad is certainly hungrier for that title than most but there’s still three contenders vying for the championship. It could be anybody…..
Ray: It’s Vlad I tell you. Don’t you dare question my predictions! I’m certain that there’s nobody in that ring that can beat him now. Rhaps would be a good alternative but Vlad is on fire. He took out the champion and he’s going to clean house. Finally, the reign of sexiness will soon be upon us.
Jaggeroth and Vlad have locked their eyes on one another, both now shutting out all external sounds and senses as their full concentration is locked on the man before them. The Masked Mauler breaks into a sudden run, ramming his shoulder into the Romanian’s chest. The abrupt assault catches Vlad off balance and he reels backwards. The weapon however is still held tightly in his iron grip and he raises it defensively, instinct overriding his body as he anticipates the big man’s next move. Jaggeroth raises his arm horizontally to one side and rams it sharply into Vlad’s chest, taking him down with a clothesline. The impact from the manoeuvre is slight and the dogged veteran springs back to his feet with cat-like reflexes. The Behemoth surges forwards, ignoring the cries of protest from his tortured body as he drives an elbow into Jaggeroth’s chin in retaliation. The blow glances off and serves little more than to amuse the Leviathan, a laugh rising into the air mockingly. The ring reverberates slightly as the two superstars are joined by the presence of the SIC Maniac, sledgehammer in hand.
Slimey Pete turns around in time to see the head of the hammer smash into his forehead and he drops to his hands and knees instantly. He shakes his head, trying to clear his blurred vision whilst the dreaded weapon is raised again. Rhaps literally brings the hammer down into the back of Jaggeroth’s skull and his body sags to the unforgiving surface beneath and there are no signs of life from the Psycho King. Rhaps lets out a guttural war cry, hid bloodlust nowhere near sated. Vlad tries to rush forwards to ground the Aerial Annihilator before he has a chance to gain more momentum. Rhaps however throws the sledgehammer towards his old rival, who catches it with a look on confusion across his distorted features. The Rhapsitastic One then throws his body into the air, the maniac superstar lying horizontally in the air before he thrusts his feet out in front of him. The soles of his boots crash into the head of the hammer with bounces back into the face of the Titan. The shock blasts him backwards a few inches before Rhaps rallies again, the Englishman running forwards with purpose. Vladimir Strife deftly ducks under a clumsy Lariat before turning around. Rhaps takes a kick to the sternum that rocks him backwards against the ring ropes, only to be assailed yet further with a European uppercut that stuns him.
The audience are now completely on their feet as the action continues to surge onwards. The figures of Jim and Jaggeroth are still lying in the ring, no sign of movement visible from either of them. The Romanian raises his arm and puts a finger to his lips, signalling what he intends to do next. The audience quieten in anticipation. Vlad tries to execute the knife edge chop but Rhaps sidesteps the clumsy move and he kicks his nemesis in the back of the knee on his left leg, causing the Titan to drop to the canvas. Rhaps is on him in half a second as he latches onto Vlad’s legs and torques them upwards, locking in half of a Boston Crab. He then presses all his weight onto the limb before reaching his arms up and looping them around the Behemoth’s neck. He tries to fight out of it but nothing can seemingly stop Rhaps’ inexorable march to victory. Eventually the Canterbury Carver is able to lock in his fabled Nudgemission submission finisher and the pain is intense. The Englishman screams with the effort of pulling back on the Romanian’s neck and intense pain screams at him from every synapse in his brain. Despite this, Vladimir Strife adamantly refuses to tap out. Sensing this, Rhaps lets go of the submission hold after what must seem like an eternity to the Titan.
JP: Rhaps is sensing that he is close to the victory. The Nudgemission may not have beaten Vlad but it must have hurt the veteran’s chances of walking away with the title belt and there seems to be an unlimited amount of energy coursing through the smaller man’s body.
Ray: Nooo! Get up Vlad. I have to admit that I do like the destruction that Rhaps has brought to this match but Vlad will always be my number one competitor. The bulging alone……..mmm the bulging.
JP: Not this again!
The Safety Ranger looks around him in desperation, looking for something that could finish off his adversary. Rhaps walks over to the steel chair and picks it up. His face takes on a mask of grim determination as Vlad makes it back to his knees. The chair whistles through the air and ends with the crash of metal on skull. The impact is sickening but Vlad remains on his knees. He holds up his hands and almost invites the next shot. Rhaps is more than happy to oblige as he recoils the weapon and smashes it into Vlad’s skull again. Something snaps in the SIC Monster’s brain as he continues to assail and pulverise the Behemoth’s face and torso with shot after barbaric shot to his weakened enemy. He is laid out on the canvas while Rhaps drops the steel chair and heads over to one of the turnbuckles. He grips the top rope on either side of it before he climbs to the top. He turns around and stands fully erect on top of it, his arms outstretched as he prepares himself. The Safety Ranger drops onto his haunches before his he throws his body into the air. The move is picture perfect as he sails through the air with a back flip before landing across Vlad’s solar-plexus with his back. The crowd cheer the Rhapsifaction as he turns around and rolls the Titan back onto his back, hooking a leg. The audience chants the count as the in ring official taps the mat.
JP: Rhaps has done it! Rhaps has slain the God King and proves to the world that he is still mortal. We’ve only seen the great Vladimir Strife defeated twice before and history has been made here tonight. Jaggeroth and Big Jim put up a hell of a fight as well but there was no denying Rhaps on this night. He set out to torture his way to the top and he’s done it.
Ray: What’s wrong with you Jimmy, you sound as if you’re almost a fan of the stab happy psychopath. And you can guarantee that EVPW is going to be gifted with a whole lot more stabbings.
JP: While I may not like the way Rhaps stabs his way through anyone who gets in his way, you have to applaud someone who can put on a display like that and walk away with the victory. Every man earned it here tonight, but Rhaps just happened to be in the right place at the right time to finish it off.
The bell rings and Psyhosocial by Slipknot reverberates around the entire structure. Rhaps sags to one side, relief overwhelming the smallest moment in the match as reality dawns upon him, he has finally surmounted his greatest challenge, his greatest obstacle and the greatest rival a wrestler could ever hope to overcome. He looks down at the fallen body of Vladimir Strife and something seems different now. He appears to be human, a mortal of flesh and blood rather than a wrestling demi-god who requires legions of opponents to even wound him, let alone defeat him. And yet, in this ultimate moment of triumph, a feeling of loss passes over the SIC Monster. The chase was over. A stage hand passes the King of the Deathmatch title belt over to him, exultation at his biggest victory by far pushing these feelings of self-doubt out of his mind and he begins celebrating. Despite the wounds sustained in this epic encounter, the Canterbury Carver has energy enough to climb up to the second rope and hold the championship high over his head, taking in every moment.
Lizzie: Ladies and gentleman, your winner and the new King of the Deathmatch Champion! Rhaps!
Rhaps holds the title belt over his head for a few more moments before he drops to the canvas, pain and exhaustion quickly overcoming him. He half crawls over to the fallen form of Vlad and looks on him, the God King's eyes opening slowly. Both superstars glare at each other briefly before Rhaps uncharacteristically offers a hand to him. Mutely, Vlad brings his hand up and clasps his rival's hand and the two shake once firmly before Rhaps grips the belt tightly to his chest as he rolls out of the ring with his prize. An evil grin distorts his facial features and amid the discarded weapons, one of them shines and speaks out to him the most, his fabled knife. Rhaps picks it up and holds it high over his head, a symbol of things to come and the inevitable backlash that such a high profile victory would bring. The Slice-O-Matic 9000 puts the knife away before stumbling backstage, ignoring all offers of medical attention on the way.
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Behind the two battling goliaths the God King begins to stir. Vladimir Strife struggles back to his feet and looks at the two gladiators continuing to hammer away at each other, proverbially attempting to find a chip in the respective man’s armour. The legendary Romanian quickly retrieves the length of two by four with the razor wire wrapped around it and holds it aloft ominously. Jaggeroth briefly turns to gaze upon the form of the Czar of Scars, thus alerting the defending champion to the impending danger but all too late. The horrific implement of destruction caves into the side of Jim’s head and he is instantly felled by the gruesome blow. A few trickles of blood ooze from the shallow cuts caused by the impact. The Black Rapids Brute has been grounded and he remains sprawled on the ring mat whilst Jaggeroth rounds on the Titan. Meanwhile, Rhaps exhibits his wily veteran instinct as he slides out of the ring to safety and begins looking under the ring again. He pulls out a sledgehammer and holds it up to the light, carefully inspecting it with manic glee.
JP: Vlad has just taken out the champion and he may well be down and out, at least for the time being. If any of these men is able to take advantage in the next few minutes we could crown a new champion.
Ray: Vlad, it’s going to be Vlad!
JP: Well, Vlad is certainly hungrier for that title than most but there’s still three contenders vying for the championship. It could be anybody…..
Ray: It’s Vlad I tell you. Don’t you dare question my predictions! I’m certain that there’s nobody in that ring that can beat him now. Rhaps would be a good alternative but Vlad is on fire. He took out the champion and he’s going to clean house. Finally, the reign of sexiness will soon be upon us.
Jaggeroth and Vlad have locked their eyes on one another, both now shutting out all external sounds and senses as their full concentration is locked on the man before them. The Masked Mauler breaks into a sudden run, ramming his shoulder into the Romanian’s chest. The abrupt assault catches Vlad off balance and he reels backwards. The weapon however is still held tightly in his iron grip and he raises it defensively, instinct overriding his body as he anticipates the big man’s next move. Jaggeroth raises his arm horizontally to one side and rams it sharply into Vlad’s chest, taking him down with a clothesline. The impact from the manoeuvre is slight and the dogged veteran springs back to his feet with cat-like reflexes. The Behemoth surges forwards, ignoring the cries of protest from his tortured body as he drives an elbow into Jaggeroth’s chin in retaliation. The blow glances off and serves little more than to amuse the Leviathan, a laugh rising into the air mockingly. The ring reverberates slightly as the two superstars are joined by the presence of the SIC Maniac, sledgehammer in hand.
Slimey Pete turns around in time to see the head of the hammer smash into his forehead and he drops to his hands and knees instantly. He shakes his head, trying to clear his blurred vision whilst the dreaded weapon is raised again. Rhaps literally brings the hammer down into the back of Jaggeroth’s skull and his body sags to the unforgiving surface beneath and there are no signs of life from the Psycho King. Rhaps lets out a guttural war cry, hid bloodlust nowhere near sated. Vlad tries to rush forwards to ground the Aerial Annihilator before he has a chance to gain more momentum. Rhaps however throws the sledgehammer towards his old rival, who catches it with a look on confusion across his distorted features. The Rhapsitastic One then throws his body into the air, the maniac superstar lying horizontally in the air before he thrusts his feet out in front of him. The soles of his boots crash into the head of the hammer with bounces back into the face of the Titan. The shock blasts him backwards a few inches before Rhaps rallies again, the Englishman running forwards with purpose. Vladimir Strife deftly ducks under a clumsy Lariat before turning around. Rhaps takes a kick to the sternum that rocks him backwards against the ring ropes, only to be assailed yet further with a European uppercut that stuns him.
The audience are now completely on their feet as the action continues to surge onwards. The figures of Jim and Jaggeroth are still lying in the ring, no sign of movement visible from either of them. The Romanian raises his arm and puts a finger to his lips, signalling what he intends to do next. The audience quieten in anticipation. Vlad tries to execute the knife edge chop but Rhaps sidesteps the clumsy move and he kicks his nemesis in the back of the knee on his left leg, causing the Titan to drop to the canvas. Rhaps is on him in half a second as he latches onto Vlad’s legs and torques them upwards, locking in half of a Boston Crab. He then presses all his weight onto the limb before reaching his arms up and looping them around the Behemoth’s neck. He tries to fight out of it but nothing can seemingly stop Rhaps’ inexorable march to victory. Eventually the Canterbury Carver is able to lock in his fabled Nudgemission submission finisher and the pain is intense. The Englishman screams with the effort of pulling back on the Romanian’s neck and intense pain screams at him from every synapse in his brain. Despite this, Vladimir Strife adamantly refuses to tap out. Sensing this, Rhaps lets go of the submission hold after what must seem like an eternity to the Titan.
JP: Rhaps is sensing that he is close to the victory. The Nudgemission may not have beaten Vlad but it must have hurt the veteran’s chances of walking away with the title belt and there seems to be an unlimited amount of energy coursing through the smaller man’s body.
Ray: Nooo! Get up Vlad. I have to admit that I do like the destruction that Rhaps has brought to this match but Vlad will always be my number one competitor. The bulging alone……..mmm the bulging.
JP: Not this again!
The Safety Ranger looks around him in desperation, looking for something that could finish off his adversary. Rhaps walks over to the steel chair and picks it up. His face takes on a mask of grim determination as Vlad makes it back to his knees. The chair whistles through the air and ends with the crash of metal on skull. The impact is sickening but Vlad remains on his knees. He holds up his hands and almost invites the next shot. Rhaps is more than happy to oblige as he recoils the weapon and smashes it into Vlad’s skull again. Something snaps in the SIC Monster’s brain as he continues to assail and pulverise the Behemoth’s face and torso with shot after barbaric shot to his weakened enemy. He is laid out on the canvas while Rhaps drops the steel chair and heads over to one of the turnbuckles. He grips the top rope on either side of it before he climbs to the top. He turns around and stands fully erect on top of it, his arms outstretched as he prepares himself. The Safety Ranger drops onto his haunches before his he throws his body into the air. The move is picture perfect as he sails through the air with a back flip before landing across Vlad’s solar-plexus with his back. The crowd cheer the Rhapsifaction as he turns around and rolls the Titan back onto his back, hooking a leg. The audience chants the count as the in ring official taps the mat.
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JP: Rhaps has done it! Rhaps has slain the God King and proves to the world that he is still mortal. We’ve only seen the great Vladimir Strife defeated twice before and history has been made here tonight. Jaggeroth and Big Jim put up a hell of a fight as well but there was no denying Rhaps on this night. He set out to torture his way to the top and he’s done it.
Ray: What’s wrong with you Jimmy, you sound as if you’re almost a fan of the stab happy psychopath. And you can guarantee that EVPW is going to be gifted with a whole lot more stabbings.
JP: While I may not like the way Rhaps stabs his way through anyone who gets in his way, you have to applaud someone who can put on a display like that and walk away with the victory. Every man earned it here tonight, but Rhaps just happened to be in the right place at the right time to finish it off.
The bell rings and Psyhosocial by Slipknot reverberates around the entire structure. Rhaps sags to one side, relief overwhelming the smallest moment in the match as reality dawns upon him, he has finally surmounted his greatest challenge, his greatest obstacle and the greatest rival a wrestler could ever hope to overcome. He looks down at the fallen body of Vladimir Strife and something seems different now. He appears to be human, a mortal of flesh and blood rather than a wrestling demi-god who requires legions of opponents to even wound him, let alone defeat him. And yet, in this ultimate moment of triumph, a feeling of loss passes over the SIC Monster. The chase was over. A stage hand passes the King of the Deathmatch title belt over to him, exultation at his biggest victory by far pushing these feelings of self-doubt out of his mind and he begins celebrating. Despite the wounds sustained in this epic encounter, the Canterbury Carver has energy enough to climb up to the second rope and hold the championship high over his head, taking in every moment.
Lizzie: Ladies and gentleman, your winner and the new King of the Deathmatch Champion! Rhaps!
Rhaps holds the title belt over his head for a few more moments before he drops to the canvas, pain and exhaustion quickly overcoming him. He half crawls over to the fallen form of Vlad and looks on him, the God King's eyes opening slowly. Both superstars glare at each other briefly before Rhaps uncharacteristically offers a hand to him. Mutely, Vlad brings his hand up and clasps his rival's hand and the two shake once firmly before Rhaps grips the belt tightly to his chest as he rolls out of the ring with his prize. An evil grin distorts his facial features and amid the discarded weapons, one of them shines and speaks out to him the most, his fabled knife. Rhaps picks it up and holds it high over his head, a symbol of things to come and the inevitable backlash that such a high profile victory would bring. The Slice-O-Matic 9000 puts the knife away before stumbling backstage, ignoring all offers of medical attention on the way.
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