Post by Vladimir Strife on Sept 29, 2013 21:39:48 GMT -4
From Ragnarok 2009
The PPV is coming down to it's final match and the crowd is going insane. This is a match that has been anticipated for as long as any man or woman that has been a fan of KB or Vlad. The crowd in the arena begins to die down after the amazing match that took place moments before, their eyes focused in on the structure that headlines this PPV, the Asylum Cage. KingBear is making his way through the arena by himself, halfway to the stage, KB is stopped by Metal Dragon and Matt Oliveira.
KB: Uhm... Hey guys, y'know, I've got a match to get to....
MD: Yeah we know big man... We just wanted to tell you goodluck.
Matt O: Yeah good luck Bearman, do what nobody else has been able to do.
KB: I will.. I know Vlad's tricks and I know the way he thinks. I trained that son of a bitch...
MD & Matt: Take care of business bearman, like everyone knows you can.
KingBear grins lightly and shakes hands with the two men before they step aside and he continues his way to the ring. Just before getting to the stage, Crazyboy, El Conajo Blanco and Gnarff all step out in front of the big man. KingBear smiles lightly and extends his hand, shaking the hands of each of the three men.
ECB: Knock him out PB...
CB: Yeah, you got this, nobody else has been able to do what you are going to do tonight.
Gnarff: And to make sure you know what's on the line....
Gnarff steps aside and Sang moves in with tears streaming from her eyes. KingBear sighs lightly and hugs his wife and swipes at the tears in her eyes before smiling at her and turning to the three men.
KB: You know I got this... Vlad is mine tonight...
KB turns away from the men and wraps an arm over the shoulders of his wife before stepping to the curtains. "Who are you?" by The Who begins to play over the PA and the crowd goes insane. KingBear slowly walks out onto the stage at the crowded arena and looks around at the people cheering for him, his face is somber and his mind is racing. He then turns around and extends his arm when Sang walks out and takes his hand. The two walk down to ringside and KingBear walks his wife around to the front row and helps her over the barricade where she sits down between two empty seats. The Big Man presses his fingers to his lips and blows a kiss to his wife before jumping up to the apron and climbing over the top rope.
Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce to you, a man that is well known and well loved throughout this business. He's the creator of the REAL Coven and the father of Wrestling Today. People may call him old but they'd never call him weak or small. He weighs in at a whopping 379lbs and stands at 6 feet 10 inches... He is the Monarch Grizzly, one of the biggest men in the business, he is, the one, the only... KingBEAR!!!!!!!!
Just as the big man gets into the ring the crowd goes insane from the introduction, amidst the insanity, the music dies and KingBear looks up to the top of the ramp where Brett Steel is standing with a microphone in hand.
Brett: Bearman, that thing you're fighting in tonight is pure hell. There is no pinning and no walking away from this match. You know that, you scheduled me and Vlad in the first ever Asylum Cage. Just know I'm pulling for you man, heck, everyone in this arena is pulling for you in some way. Some want you to win just to end Vlad's streak others want you to win so you can put a stop to all of this hell Vlad has been causing. We're all here for you man. This is your night!
With that the crowd goes insane and Brett tosses his mic to a ring attendant before trotting down the ramp and hopping over the barricade where Sang is. He then sits down next to her and gives her a hug, Kb smiles before turning away from the two and staring up at the top of the ramp with intent.
As Vladimir snaps the last button at the top of his black cotton trenchcoat, knuckles rap across the wooden door. The Undefeated Behemoth slowly turns his head toward it, waiting for someone to enter; for something to be said.
"It's time.."
The stageman's voice was calm and somber, a mood shared by every staff member, wrestler, and fan in the arena as the stage had been finally set for the clash of the Titans that built the empire known as EVPW.
The King bent over, his fingers wrapping around the closest strap of the white and silver of the most prestigious prize in the company. He puts the title on sideways, snapping the buttons before sliding it into it's proper position, the almost comically large buckle displayed proudly in front. The heavy clop of his swat-styled steel toed boots echo throughout the room as he paces to the door. He sets his hand onto the handle, a heavy sigh escaping him as the weight of tonight sets in.
For the Romanian born GodKing, it was a night that would shatter or cement his legacy. With one more win, he could not only surpass the mentor that'd prepared him for this business and taught him nearly everything he'd known, but appease his appetite for revenge against the man he'd mistakenly blamed for the demise of his beloved fiance and unborn child. It was also true, however, that the cost of failure had never been higher in his career. Should his teacher be victorious, the few things he had left would be left in the cage, collateral of the deadly Asylum. His Imperial Title... His pride... The fabled streak that had become feared, loathed and yet respected by his peers... his very life. The stakes had never been higher.
As he swings the door open, he looks straight ahead to see the expressionless faces of Trix and Andrew Porter, the two of them standing against the wall across from Vladimir's lockerroom. There were more to the left of them and the Czar of Scars looked down through them as he stepped into the hallway. Almost every man and woman in EVPW stood along the hall, lined up on either side and creating a pathway of sorts for the legendary villain. Each of them had grown tired of the Impaler, his ruthless behavior and unforgivable actions closer in their minds than ever.
Making his way through the lines, Vlad spotted former friends, rivals and stablemate from the likes of his former tag team partners Rhaps and Matthew Oliveira to life long enemies Kahlan and Desperado. Nobody says a word as the Imperial Champion makes his way past them at a slow but steady pace, most holding scowls in disdain for turning their home away from home into a living nightmare. Rape, attempted murder, vehicular assault, breaking and entering... Vladimir Strife had done every despicable act in the book to date and not a soul gathered around him had forgotten it.
Ragnarok was said to be the end of the old world and the birth of a new one. For the men and women of EVPW, though, they could never truly start again until the reign of the King was over and his boot lifted from their necks. Strife now reached the end of the line, standing on the backside end of the stage with a mere 10 feet separating himself from the black curtain that hung between this world and the eyes of over a million people watching at home and in the arena.
As he stands there, he is approached by the person he'd done the worst to: Amanda Hallsworth. She looks into his eyes, the pain apparent in hers as she does so.
"I... I used to look up to you, Vlad. I've never told anyone that.. but it's true. You were a great guy once the camera's were off and I hate that that changed.. For everything you've done though... To me and to everyone else here... I sincerely hope that KingBear doesn't just end that streak.. but that he sends you to hell... right where you belong."
With tears welling in her eyes from the memories of that fateful night, Amanda steps back to the wall, Chris Pyro and Metal Dragon comforting her.
There was no sorrow on the face of the Bambi Killer, only his infamous look of underlying rage and hatred, his emerald eyes focused in front of him and starring out from under furrowed eyebrows.
The public announce speakers crackle and the lights go dim as Vladimir prepares to enter his own personal hell on Earth for the third time and the sound of Devin Townsend rings out.
Lizzie Morna picks up the microphone, nodding to KingBear before continuing. It was no secret that her cheers were going to the Concord native; considering their lengthy friendship and the two times the King had sidelined her as payback to Big Sexy.
"And his opponent... hailing from Sighisoara, Romania.. weighing 269 lbs and standing at 6 feet even.. he is the EVPW Imperial Champion and the Undefeated Behemoth with a record of 58 wins, zero loses... The Hardcore King... VLADIMIR T. STRRRRIFE!"
The warlike drums and distorted guitars blare loudly, shaking the arena as 'The New Black' by Strapping Young Lad continues to play. Brushing the black curtain aside, the Romanian Scourge steps out center stage, staring straight down to the ring and ignoring the voracious jeers from the assembled audience. He donned the long black trench coat he'd added to his wardrobe months ago along with the Imperial title, another item he'd procured about the same time. At the bottom, his heavy boots, their tops tucked under the legs of his black pants. Beneath the jacket, they'd find a raven blue shirt emblazoned with "THE COVEN" and his necklace, a silver chain with a sword trinket on it, his own personal 'Sword of Mars'. On his hands, fingerless black gloves were pulled tightly against his clenched fists.
Ray: Wow.. my baby is looking as good as ever, Jimmy!
JP: Well, you'd better say that while you still can! I don't doubt for a second that both of these men will leave that cage a damn bloody mess..
Step by step, the most feared name in professional wrestling made his way to the ring. The canvas had been switched out, fresh from the night's bloodshed and beating and replaced while they were cleaning up from the Arabian Deathmatch to a stark ivory one. The ropes were gone, another tweak performed by the stage crew for tonight's main event. Making his way up the steel steps, the Titan couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time he'd stand in the middle of the squared circle. He could handle a broken bone or bruised body, those things healed. He could handle death even, he really had nothing much to live for that he was aware of. But the thought of living the rest of his life without wrestling... of being a normal average Joe... shook him to the core and ran up his spine. It was a chance he was willing to take though.
He undoes the buckles, handing the Imperial title over to Lizzie Morna, who holds it high for the stadium to see and understand that it was on the line. As the men stood there, the Asylum Cage loomed overhead, slowly lowering until it was no more than 10 feet from the ring, a few of the larger weapons tied to the roof dangling back and forth. Morna takes her place between them for a moment, stopping to explain the rules to the men and the fans.
"This match is an Asylum Cage Deathmatch scheduled for 1 fall! In a moment, the Asylum Cage will be lowered over the ring and the participants trapped inside. There is no door and the cage CAN NOT be lifted until this match is over. A winner will be determined once one man has made his opponent submit or left him unable to respond to the count of 10. Unlike Last Man Standing rules, the opponent is not required to stand on both feet in order to remain in the contest, but rather any sign of consciousness will be considered as their consent to continue the bout. KingBear... Vladimir... may God have mercy on your souls tonight.."
As Lizzie exits the ring, Sang covers her mouth and nods her head in agreeance with her words, choking back tears as she fears for the life of her younger brother and her husband. The referee walks into the ring, the cage now lowering the rest of the way at a snail's pace. The best friends turned bitter enemies begin to take it in, their eyes wandering to it's glossy white finish and their hearts floating into their throats. As the ring attendants move the stairs to the ring, it's brought to the floor, the crash of metal and concrete sending the legends' stomachs churning. The bell rings out sharply, echoing throughout the arena as Vladimir and KingBear turn their focus back to one another and the bout officially begins.
(TAKE IT AWAY, KINGBEAR!)
The big man hesitates a moment, looking around at the massive structure surrounding him and his former best friend. He then steps forward and looks directly at Vladimir Tepes Strife, eyes locked in tight. His opponent doesnt break the glare and the two men have a standoff, waiting to see who is going to make the first move. "Vlad! I didnt kill Daphne.." KingBear yells across the ring, trying to calm his old friend down, knowing this is one of the major things hurting him. Vlad roars in anger and charges in, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, he swings wildly and KingBear back peddles away from him before throwing a boot into the stomach of his old friend.
JP: Well, I honestly dont know what to think at this very moment. Vladimir Strife needs to be stopped and it seems KingBear is the one man that can do the job.
Ray: Yeah I might have to agree on that and I'll have to add that KingBear may be like a fine wine, getting better with age. However, he may also be like milk, spoiling with age.
Vlad coughs lightly and looks up at KB before stepping in quickly and thrusting his arm up, throwing a hard fist into the jaw of his mentor. KB stumbles back into the cage and rubs at his jaw lightly, looking at Vlad in shock, no man has been able to rattle his cage this easily before. Knowing Vlad was on a different level from every man he's ever fought before, KingBear decides to not take it easy on him at all, it's life or death in this cage. And only one of the men has a chance at death tonight but both have a chance at life, and it seems it's up to KB's strength of mind to not die. Big Sexy lurches in and quickly wraps his hands around the throat of Vlad and lifts him up, Vlad coughs lightly and grips at the arms of the Bearman trying to not let himself get choked out so easily. KB growls at Vlad and begins to charge towards the opposite side of the cage when Vlad, out of desperation, kicks the Grizzly in the groin.
JP: Oh that's not nice, that's just not nice. Who does that? I mean... I know Vlad is a bastard but I thought he had a code of some sorts...
Ray: He doesnt have any code, he'll do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. I mean, you'd think that rape would tell you that..
KB groans and tosses Vlad across the ring before dropping to one knee, gripping at his family jewels. Vlad scurries up to his feet after sliding across the ring, not wasting any time, and he charges in at the big man, stepping up on one knee before bringing his other knee into the cheek of Big Sexy. The Bambi Killer grins as he spins on his heel to watch KB topple over like a downed tree before charging in and jumping into the air, bringing his elbow down onto the sternum of the big man with an elbow drop. KB coughs and rolls over to his stomach, trying to protect himself from further onslaught as Vlad laughs in the middle of the ring. He pushes himself to his feet and looks down at KingBear grinning lightly before busting out in laughter again. "THIS IS WHAT YOU EXPECT TO TAKE ME DOWN?! THIS WASHED UP OLD MAN?! I BROUGHT HIM TO THE GROUND IN A MATTER OF A FEW MOVES!!!!"
JP: Get up KB! Cmon, you've got this, Vlad is your student!
Ray: Y'know, Vlad is right... Big Sexy is Big Oldie now...
JP: He's not much older than you Ray! Heck he's about the same age!
Ray: LIES!!!
“Yes…” Vlad quickly spins around at the response from a man he had thought was already ready to go down for the count. “I am the man that is going to take you down, no matter whether I win tonight or not… I’m gonna take you down.” With that Vlad lunges in and sends a boot to the head of his larger opponent, popping him up and sending him rolling away with a groan. Vlad grins as he looks around the crowd, taunting them and his mentor. He only spins around when he hears a wad of spit leave the mouth of his opponent. As he looks down at the man with the spit just below his face, he realizes it’s not just spit but blood as well. KingBear grins as he looks up at Vlad before standing up slowly, once again towering over the much smaller man. Vlad quickly throws a punch, aimed for the jaw of his opponent, but KB shoves his hands forward and leans away from the punch, forcing Vlad to miss completely.
JP: The big man still has it! You see that Ray?!
Ray: Psh, he’s got nothing on my Vladdy Pooh.
The Monarch Grizzly lets out a roar before charging in at Vlad, ducking his shoulder and easily lifting Vlad off of the mat before charging him into the cage wall. The Hardcore King lets out a groan and KingBear steps away slowly, watching the man he once called friend writhe on the mat in pain. KingBear laughs lightly under his breath before helping Vlad up and whipping him to the other side of the cage. As Vlad gets there he stops himself but slams his hands into the side of the cage making it seem like he hit before stumbling backwards towards KingBear. The Bearman steps up cockily getting ready for a chokeslam, he reaches out and grips around the throat of the Bambi Killer before placing his hand on his back and preparing to lift. But as he tenses up his muscles to perform the lift for the chokeslam, KingBear receives and elbow for his efforts, directly to the side of his head. Vlad follows this up with a quick DDT before rolling away from KingBear and popping to his feet. He glances up at the weapons at the top of the structure and thinks to himself, literally placing his hand on his chin and giving it a light scratch. Just as he reaches for one of the larger weapons, he ends up flat on his back from a leg sweep at the hands of Big Sexy himself.
JP: This is fantastic! It’s amazing! It’s AWESOME!
Ray: And I thought I was the gay one… Using a word like fantastic… HA!
TBC
The EVPW Co-Owners quickly scramble on the mat, working to be the first back to their feet in order to take the advantage. The two reach their vertical stances simultaneously, both glaring at the other. The Romanian Scourge grows weary of the standoff, darting in and cocking his fist back with every intent of flattening the Coven leader. KingBear launches forward with a swing of his mighty bicep in protest, aiming to clear the King's body from the neck up and causing Vladimir to quickly abandon his plans and duck down beneath the massive clothesline. He pops up behind his adversary, twisting his arm overhead and barring his forearm on the underside of the Gentle Giant's chin. Before he can drop him into the signature SinnerPlex, an elbow connects with his left temple like a battering ram and sends him stumbling toward the cage while shaking the proverbial cobwebs from his brain.
Ray: What the hell!? Nobody is actually hitting anything, somebody hit a move already!
JP: Well, both of these men know each other in and out, Ray. The problem is that they each know the others tricks and styles, so they know what they have to do to stop them. You have to remember that hurting your opponent is only half of the battle, the other half is trying to keep yourself from getting too hurt yourself!
As the Undefeated Behemoth turns back around to face the Fuzzy Warrior, he finds him barreling in on him quickly. Strife runs to meet him, but quickly drops to the mat with a baseball slide, slipping between the passing tree trunk like legs of the giant. He shoots back up to his feet, turning to find KingBear holding onto the cage wall, having barely prevented himself from plowing into the white steel. Always quick to take an opening, the Czar of Scars rushes him, leaping into the air and planting himself on Papa Bear's back like a backpack. He locks his ankles together on KingBear's stomach and wraps an arm around his right bicep, bringing the other around his neck and latching onto his own forearm. With the sleeperhold locked in, KingBear stumbles back, trying to maintain his balance with over 250 lbs added onto his upper half. The Imperial champion squeezes harder, trying to choke out the man he'd called a mentor, the eerie thought ringing through KingBear's skull that he might not stop the choke if he passes out.
JP: A sleeperhold! Vlad might just have him if he can crank this one up hard enough..
Ray: BULLSHIT! I'm asking for my fucking money back if this ends with a sleeperhold!!
JP: Ray... you didn't pay to be here... you're staff, we don't pay for our seats..
Ray: .....I'm going to kill Jake..
Inside the cage, Vladimir is twisting at the neck of his opponent now, trying to 'persuade' him to go to sleep. The legend tries to fight off the blur in his vision, his mind racing to find an escape from the submission. His body begins to numb, the bloodflow to his brain cut off by the forearm of his Romanian student. Despite his every fiber screaming at him to fight it off, the hold grows tighter with every breath that escapes him, Strife working like a boa constrictor in the moment and squeezing every ounce of life he can from the former Titan. The crowd is screaming in support of the California native, but their cheers wane with every moment that passes with KingBear still trapped in the Hardcore King's clutches. As his body begins to go numb, the Furry Fighter can no longer hold his own weight up and a single leg bends against his will, the ring rumbling like thunder as he drops to a single knee. The fans drop to a hush now, their hero unable to escape the age-old submission hold, his arms and head hanging down. His every appearance, save a single foot planted on the mat, seems that of a sleeping man. Internally the famed powerhouse struggles to surmount an offense against building weariness and impending unconsciousness.
JP: I think it might be over.... Holy shit, I actually think Vladimir has KingBear done in..
Ray: You know, for the first time in my career... I'm actually not happy about that.. I know I've always been the frontrunner of Vlad's fans, but I REALLY don't want to see him do what he's said he's going to do.. I just can't imagine a world, let lone an EVPW, without KingBear..
Opening his eyes to look around where he is, KingBear gazes at the paint-coated Asylum Cage and tries to fight off his opponent. His fight is weak though, Vladimir ignoring it with the knowledge that it'll only work to subdue the giant faster. Peering out among his worried fans, the fading co-owner spots his wife standing in front of her seat, her cheeks glistening from tears shed in worry and fear. In the moment, a rush of power takes over the BearMan and he presses off of the mat, slapping the sole of his other boot firmly to the canvas and a roar of applause filling the air as he rises back up to his full height. Strife presses harder, KingBear feeling as though his entire neck is being crushed but not caring in the moment. He sprints toward the cage, spinning once he has closed the distance and slamming his back toward the barbaric Asylum Cage. Vladimir Strife is sandwiched between 379 lbs of warrior and the most unforgiving structure in the wrestling world and crushed. The cage shows it's first true sign of being effected, bowing out nearly a foot from the 650+ lbs of human that hits it like a car wreck. The structure fights back though, straightening itself as the men crumble to the mat.
JP: OH MY GOD!! KingBear just threw himself at the cage and damn near flattened the GodKing against it!!
Ray: Ooooooh.. that can't feel good..
Vladimir lay on his stomach now, clawing at the canvas and coughing violently as his lungs try to refill themselves with precious oxygen. Beneath his shirt, a pattern of diamonds begins to welt up in a rich red hue. He punches the mat, rage brewing for his agony and the loss of his hold which very well could have spelled the end of the contest. KingBear sprawls across the mat, staring through the gaps in the cage at his precious Julie and letting a light smile entertain his features for the moment.
Julie sees this smile and returns one of her own, smiling broad and happy, knowing her husband isnt out just yet, but just as soon as her face goes happy, it quickly drops down to a sadness and a fear. The Big Man reacts and rolls over onto his back to see Vlad flying through the air with a splash, Bearman quickly rolls away from the intended splash and jets to his feet. Not entirely surprised by the evasion, Vlad catches himself on the ground only to push back up to a vertical basis. KB and Vlad begin to circle the ring, having yet another standoff in the middle of this match. Big Sexy tries to think up a plan but his planning is cut short when the Undefeated Bohemoth charges in quickly, lashing out at his former mentor, a shoulder tackle being attempted. The Monarch Grizzly takes the hit and wraps an arm around the head of Vlad and grabs his tights before falling back with the impact, driving the man he called friend into the mat with a DDT.
JP: Would you look at that?! KB Just used Vlad’s own move against him!
Ray: Well all I can say is… WOOHOO! I’m so torn right now though!
With a groan, the Godking rolls off of his now enemy in a heap of confusion and pain. As this is happening, Big Sexy blinks lightly and looks up, past the cage, past the arena roof and into the sky he cant see. His mind asks for answers and before he can get them an elbow lands on his chest knocking the wind out of him. On his way back into his own sight, he catches glimpse of a trashcan hanging from the top of the cage, another elbow slammed into his chest. The Big Man coughs and rolls away from his friend who was dropping cheap elbows into his sternum while the two lay on the mat. Vladimir Strife plants his gloved hands on the mat and pushes up, shaking his head lightly to clear a few of the loose cogs. Papa Bear is the first to his feet, quickly looking up at the garbage can before jumping up from a standstill and grabbing the handle of the can, jarring it loose from it’s hook. The can drops and the lid falls off, rolling around on the mat before coming to a stop at the body of The Hardcore Legend.
JP: I havent seen a showdown this legendary since…. Well, I don’t know if I have seen a showdown this legendary. Vladimir Strife vs KingBear, the Unstoppable Force vs the Immovable object.
Ray: This seems like a David and Goliath Battle but who is David in this fight, the man the size of Goliath or the man with an ego and a winning streak bigger than Goliath?
JP: Wow Ray, that was kinda insightful…
Ray: Wait… Did I just say something? I thought I was checking my nails…
The Coven classic stumbles over the trashcan and ends up on his back before scrambling to the very trashcan that just tripped him up and leaping to his feet with the weapon in hand. He glares over his shoulder at his former stablemate holding the lid of the trashcan in hand and slowly standing up. KingBear doesn’t hesitate in his assault, quickly spinning around and bringing the can down hard, Vlad rolls and drops to his back bringing the lid of the can up as a shield. Metal smashes into metal and the crowd goes crazy at the sound and sight. Vlad quickly rolls away from the slower man and pops to a knee only to bring the lid up above his head to stop another smash from the can. Metal on metal rings out into the arena again and KingBear sends a boot flying into the stomach of Vladimir Strife who rolls with the hit and jumps to his feet. The lid in hand, Vlad spins and attempts to send the edge of it into the ribs of the big man but KingBear quickly sidesteps and brings the trashcan into the path of the lid. The can and lid both bend and buckle with the impact, neither man suffering little from the vibrations sent through the metal.
JP: Wow, what a fight! Who is going to get the first major hit in without having it countered?!
Ray: I think KingBear will… But Vlad will recover quickly and return the favor.
JP: A little bold are we? Trying to call the match…
Vlad quickly drops the buckled makeshift shield to the mat and kicks it away before charging in at KingBear who has also dropped his weapon. However, KingBear sidesteps and places a hand on the back of his enraged opponent, sending him slamming headfirst into the side of the cage. The Asylum rattles and the inmates are rabid, Vlad stumbles back into the clutches of the Bearman who quickly lifts him up by his throat and drops him onto the canvas with a major chokeslam. The Monarch Grizzly drops to a knee and looks out into the crowd, seeing his wife jumping for joy at his triumph. Yet again though, her cheering is cut short with a look of terror as Vlad moves over and jumps into the air, dropkicking the back of the Bigman and face planting him before kneeling down and bringing him to a wobbly standing position. Vlad shoots his arms out to the side before running back to the opposite side of the cage and charging in at KingBear. He leaps into the air and rotates his body slightly before slamming into KingBear with a Son of a Bitch Legdrop. KingBear’s hands shoot to his mouth and he falls back onto the canvas, Vlad landing on top of him only to roll off and fall to his stomach.
JP looks at Ray in disbelief as Ray files his nails with a grin on his face.
Ray: Told ya so…
JP: Shut the hell up Ray!
The two men slowly roll away from each other, exhaustion already planted on their faces from the sheer torment of this structure alone. As well as the constant countering and blocking and reversing of moves taking place. Vlad begins to laugh as he stumbles up to his feet, his laughing getting louder as he walks over to KingBear, he then pauses, his laughter stopping and he looks up at the cage. Spotting a weapon just above KingBear who is now up to a knee, Vlad runs at the big man and jumps up, planting a boot onto his shoulder before pushing off and grabbing a bundle of light tubes. One hand quickly latches onto the cage roof and his feet plant on the side of the cage as Vlad grabs the light tubes and lifts them off of their hook before dropping to his feet, landing on KingBear and planting his face into the mat. Vlad grins as he walks the light tubes over to a corner of the ring, pulling a couple out before using the string that binds them together to tie them up in the corner, about head height for the big man.
JP: I don’t like the way this looks Ray… Oh this is going to be painful…
Ray: AND BLOODY! Oh god!
JP: Don’t look Ray, I don’t need you getting sick…
Vlad grins as he walks over to KingBear, pausing a moment to make sure there are more light tubes, Vlad grins again after spotting another bundle or two. He walks over to his former mentor and smashes one of the tubes over the back of his head without hesitation. Big Sexy covers his face in pain as Vlad grabs at his shirt and uses the shards from one of the tubes to cut it open in the back. He then slams the other tube onto the back of the big man, moments later, white dust covers the back of the big man as red blood droplets begin to form. Vlad drops the last two pieces onto his former mentors back before slamming his boot down on his back twice, grinding in the rest of the glass and the metal parts. Vlad laughs maniacally as he leans down and brings the Fuzzy Gladiator up to his feet, still stunned by the light tubes and stomps, KingBear is helpless. Vlad grabs onto his forearm and takes a few steps back before using all of his strength to whip his former Titan Counterpart across the ring, headfirst into the light tubes. The cage rings out and white dust goes everywhere as KingBear’s head and neck jerk back from the impact before he topples to his back like a tree being felled.
JP and Ray are both speachless at the sight.
TBC
~KingBear~
The PPV is coming down to it's final match and the crowd is going insane. This is a match that has been anticipated for as long as any man or woman that has been a fan of KB or Vlad. The crowd in the arena begins to die down after the amazing match that took place moments before, their eyes focused in on the structure that headlines this PPV, the Asylum Cage. KingBear is making his way through the arena by himself, halfway to the stage, KB is stopped by Metal Dragon and Matt Oliveira.
KB: Uhm... Hey guys, y'know, I've got a match to get to....
MD: Yeah we know big man... We just wanted to tell you goodluck.
Matt O: Yeah good luck Bearman, do what nobody else has been able to do.
KB: I will.. I know Vlad's tricks and I know the way he thinks. I trained that son of a bitch...
MD & Matt: Take care of business bearman, like everyone knows you can.
KingBear grins lightly and shakes hands with the two men before they step aside and he continues his way to the ring. Just before getting to the stage, Crazyboy, El Conajo Blanco and Gnarff all step out in front of the big man. KingBear smiles lightly and extends his hand, shaking the hands of each of the three men.
ECB: Knock him out PB...
CB: Yeah, you got this, nobody else has been able to do what you are going to do tonight.
Gnarff: And to make sure you know what's on the line....
Gnarff steps aside and Sang moves in with tears streaming from her eyes. KingBear sighs lightly and hugs his wife and swipes at the tears in her eyes before smiling at her and turning to the three men.
KB: You know I got this... Vlad is mine tonight...
KB turns away from the men and wraps an arm over the shoulders of his wife before stepping to the curtains. "Who are you?" by The Who begins to play over the PA and the crowd goes insane. KingBear slowly walks out onto the stage at the crowded arena and looks around at the people cheering for him, his face is somber and his mind is racing. He then turns around and extends his arm when Sang walks out and takes his hand. The two walk down to ringside and KingBear walks his wife around to the front row and helps her over the barricade where she sits down between two empty seats. The Big Man presses his fingers to his lips and blows a kiss to his wife before jumping up to the apron and climbing over the top rope.
Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce to you, a man that is well known and well loved throughout this business. He's the creator of the REAL Coven and the father of Wrestling Today. People may call him old but they'd never call him weak or small. He weighs in at a whopping 379lbs and stands at 6 feet 10 inches... He is the Monarch Grizzly, one of the biggest men in the business, he is, the one, the only... KingBEAR!!!!!!!!
Just as the big man gets into the ring the crowd goes insane from the introduction, amidst the insanity, the music dies and KingBear looks up to the top of the ramp where Brett Steel is standing with a microphone in hand.
Brett: Bearman, that thing you're fighting in tonight is pure hell. There is no pinning and no walking away from this match. You know that, you scheduled me and Vlad in the first ever Asylum Cage. Just know I'm pulling for you man, heck, everyone in this arena is pulling for you in some way. Some want you to win just to end Vlad's streak others want you to win so you can put a stop to all of this hell Vlad has been causing. We're all here for you man. This is your night!
With that the crowd goes insane and Brett tosses his mic to a ring attendant before trotting down the ramp and hopping over the barricade where Sang is. He then sits down next to her and gives her a hug, Kb smiles before turning away from the two and staring up at the top of the ramp with intent.
~Vladimir Strife~
As Vladimir snaps the last button at the top of his black cotton trenchcoat, knuckles rap across the wooden door. The Undefeated Behemoth slowly turns his head toward it, waiting for someone to enter; for something to be said.
"It's time.."
The stageman's voice was calm and somber, a mood shared by every staff member, wrestler, and fan in the arena as the stage had been finally set for the clash of the Titans that built the empire known as EVPW.
The King bent over, his fingers wrapping around the closest strap of the white and silver of the most prestigious prize in the company. He puts the title on sideways, snapping the buttons before sliding it into it's proper position, the almost comically large buckle displayed proudly in front. The heavy clop of his swat-styled steel toed boots echo throughout the room as he paces to the door. He sets his hand onto the handle, a heavy sigh escaping him as the weight of tonight sets in.
For the Romanian born GodKing, it was a night that would shatter or cement his legacy. With one more win, he could not only surpass the mentor that'd prepared him for this business and taught him nearly everything he'd known, but appease his appetite for revenge against the man he'd mistakenly blamed for the demise of his beloved fiance and unborn child. It was also true, however, that the cost of failure had never been higher in his career. Should his teacher be victorious, the few things he had left would be left in the cage, collateral of the deadly Asylum. His Imperial Title... His pride... The fabled streak that had become feared, loathed and yet respected by his peers... his very life. The stakes had never been higher.
As he swings the door open, he looks straight ahead to see the expressionless faces of Trix and Andrew Porter, the two of them standing against the wall across from Vladimir's lockerroom. There were more to the left of them and the Czar of Scars looked down through them as he stepped into the hallway. Almost every man and woman in EVPW stood along the hall, lined up on either side and creating a pathway of sorts for the legendary villain. Each of them had grown tired of the Impaler, his ruthless behavior and unforgivable actions closer in their minds than ever.
Making his way through the lines, Vlad spotted former friends, rivals and stablemate from the likes of his former tag team partners Rhaps and Matthew Oliveira to life long enemies Kahlan and Desperado. Nobody says a word as the Imperial Champion makes his way past them at a slow but steady pace, most holding scowls in disdain for turning their home away from home into a living nightmare. Rape, attempted murder, vehicular assault, breaking and entering... Vladimir Strife had done every despicable act in the book to date and not a soul gathered around him had forgotten it.
Ragnarok was said to be the end of the old world and the birth of a new one. For the men and women of EVPW, though, they could never truly start again until the reign of the King was over and his boot lifted from their necks. Strife now reached the end of the line, standing on the backside end of the stage with a mere 10 feet separating himself from the black curtain that hung between this world and the eyes of over a million people watching at home and in the arena.
As he stands there, he is approached by the person he'd done the worst to: Amanda Hallsworth. She looks into his eyes, the pain apparent in hers as she does so.
"I... I used to look up to you, Vlad. I've never told anyone that.. but it's true. You were a great guy once the camera's were off and I hate that that changed.. For everything you've done though... To me and to everyone else here... I sincerely hope that KingBear doesn't just end that streak.. but that he sends you to hell... right where you belong."
With tears welling in her eyes from the memories of that fateful night, Amanda steps back to the wall, Chris Pyro and Metal Dragon comforting her.
There was no sorrow on the face of the Bambi Killer, only his infamous look of underlying rage and hatred, his emerald eyes focused in front of him and starring out from under furrowed eyebrows.
The public announce speakers crackle and the lights go dim as Vladimir prepares to enter his own personal hell on Earth for the third time and the sound of Devin Townsend rings out.
"I know you're trying to go home.."
Lizzie Morna picks up the microphone, nodding to KingBear before continuing. It was no secret that her cheers were going to the Concord native; considering their lengthy friendship and the two times the King had sidelined her as payback to Big Sexy.
"And his opponent... hailing from Sighisoara, Romania.. weighing 269 lbs and standing at 6 feet even.. he is the EVPW Imperial Champion and the Undefeated Behemoth with a record of 58 wins, zero loses... The Hardcore King... VLADIMIR T. STRRRRIFE!"
The warlike drums and distorted guitars blare loudly, shaking the arena as 'The New Black' by Strapping Young Lad continues to play. Brushing the black curtain aside, the Romanian Scourge steps out center stage, staring straight down to the ring and ignoring the voracious jeers from the assembled audience. He donned the long black trench coat he'd added to his wardrobe months ago along with the Imperial title, another item he'd procured about the same time. At the bottom, his heavy boots, their tops tucked under the legs of his black pants. Beneath the jacket, they'd find a raven blue shirt emblazoned with "THE COVEN" and his necklace, a silver chain with a sword trinket on it, his own personal 'Sword of Mars'. On his hands, fingerless black gloves were pulled tightly against his clenched fists.
Ray: Wow.. my baby is looking as good as ever, Jimmy!
JP: Well, you'd better say that while you still can! I don't doubt for a second that both of these men will leave that cage a damn bloody mess..
Step by step, the most feared name in professional wrestling made his way to the ring. The canvas had been switched out, fresh from the night's bloodshed and beating and replaced while they were cleaning up from the Arabian Deathmatch to a stark ivory one. The ropes were gone, another tweak performed by the stage crew for tonight's main event. Making his way up the steel steps, the Titan couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time he'd stand in the middle of the squared circle. He could handle a broken bone or bruised body, those things healed. He could handle death even, he really had nothing much to live for that he was aware of. But the thought of living the rest of his life without wrestling... of being a normal average Joe... shook him to the core and ran up his spine. It was a chance he was willing to take though.
He undoes the buckles, handing the Imperial title over to Lizzie Morna, who holds it high for the stadium to see and understand that it was on the line. As the men stood there, the Asylum Cage loomed overhead, slowly lowering until it was no more than 10 feet from the ring, a few of the larger weapons tied to the roof dangling back and forth. Morna takes her place between them for a moment, stopping to explain the rules to the men and the fans.
"This match is an Asylum Cage Deathmatch scheduled for 1 fall! In a moment, the Asylum Cage will be lowered over the ring and the participants trapped inside. There is no door and the cage CAN NOT be lifted until this match is over. A winner will be determined once one man has made his opponent submit or left him unable to respond to the count of 10. Unlike Last Man Standing rules, the opponent is not required to stand on both feet in order to remain in the contest, but rather any sign of consciousness will be considered as their consent to continue the bout. KingBear... Vladimir... may God have mercy on your souls tonight.."
As Lizzie exits the ring, Sang covers her mouth and nods her head in agreeance with her words, choking back tears as she fears for the life of her younger brother and her husband. The referee walks into the ring, the cage now lowering the rest of the way at a snail's pace. The best friends turned bitter enemies begin to take it in, their eyes wandering to it's glossy white finish and their hearts floating into their throats. As the ring attendants move the stairs to the ring, it's brought to the floor, the crash of metal and concrete sending the legends' stomachs churning. The bell rings out sharply, echoing throughout the arena as Vladimir and KingBear turn their focus back to one another and the bout officially begins.
(TAKE IT AWAY, KINGBEAR!)
~KingBear~
The big man hesitates a moment, looking around at the massive structure surrounding him and his former best friend. He then steps forward and looks directly at Vladimir Tepes Strife, eyes locked in tight. His opponent doesnt break the glare and the two men have a standoff, waiting to see who is going to make the first move. "Vlad! I didnt kill Daphne.." KingBear yells across the ring, trying to calm his old friend down, knowing this is one of the major things hurting him. Vlad roars in anger and charges in, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, he swings wildly and KingBear back peddles away from him before throwing a boot into the stomach of his old friend.
JP: Well, I honestly dont know what to think at this very moment. Vladimir Strife needs to be stopped and it seems KingBear is the one man that can do the job.
Ray: Yeah I might have to agree on that and I'll have to add that KingBear may be like a fine wine, getting better with age. However, he may also be like milk, spoiling with age.
Vlad coughs lightly and looks up at KB before stepping in quickly and thrusting his arm up, throwing a hard fist into the jaw of his mentor. KB stumbles back into the cage and rubs at his jaw lightly, looking at Vlad in shock, no man has been able to rattle his cage this easily before. Knowing Vlad was on a different level from every man he's ever fought before, KingBear decides to not take it easy on him at all, it's life or death in this cage. And only one of the men has a chance at death tonight but both have a chance at life, and it seems it's up to KB's strength of mind to not die. Big Sexy lurches in and quickly wraps his hands around the throat of Vlad and lifts him up, Vlad coughs lightly and grips at the arms of the Bearman trying to not let himself get choked out so easily. KB growls at Vlad and begins to charge towards the opposite side of the cage when Vlad, out of desperation, kicks the Grizzly in the groin.
JP: Oh that's not nice, that's just not nice. Who does that? I mean... I know Vlad is a bastard but I thought he had a code of some sorts...
Ray: He doesnt have any code, he'll do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. I mean, you'd think that rape would tell you that..
KB groans and tosses Vlad across the ring before dropping to one knee, gripping at his family jewels. Vlad scurries up to his feet after sliding across the ring, not wasting any time, and he charges in at the big man, stepping up on one knee before bringing his other knee into the cheek of Big Sexy. The Bambi Killer grins as he spins on his heel to watch KB topple over like a downed tree before charging in and jumping into the air, bringing his elbow down onto the sternum of the big man with an elbow drop. KB coughs and rolls over to his stomach, trying to protect himself from further onslaught as Vlad laughs in the middle of the ring. He pushes himself to his feet and looks down at KingBear grinning lightly before busting out in laughter again. "THIS IS WHAT YOU EXPECT TO TAKE ME DOWN?! THIS WASHED UP OLD MAN?! I BROUGHT HIM TO THE GROUND IN A MATTER OF A FEW MOVES!!!!"
JP: Get up KB! Cmon, you've got this, Vlad is your student!
Ray: Y'know, Vlad is right... Big Sexy is Big Oldie now...
JP: He's not much older than you Ray! Heck he's about the same age!
Ray: LIES!!!
“Yes…” Vlad quickly spins around at the response from a man he had thought was already ready to go down for the count. “I am the man that is going to take you down, no matter whether I win tonight or not… I’m gonna take you down.” With that Vlad lunges in and sends a boot to the head of his larger opponent, popping him up and sending him rolling away with a groan. Vlad grins as he looks around the crowd, taunting them and his mentor. He only spins around when he hears a wad of spit leave the mouth of his opponent. As he looks down at the man with the spit just below his face, he realizes it’s not just spit but blood as well. KingBear grins as he looks up at Vlad before standing up slowly, once again towering over the much smaller man. Vlad quickly throws a punch, aimed for the jaw of his opponent, but KB shoves his hands forward and leans away from the punch, forcing Vlad to miss completely.
JP: The big man still has it! You see that Ray?!
Ray: Psh, he’s got nothing on my Vladdy Pooh.
The Monarch Grizzly lets out a roar before charging in at Vlad, ducking his shoulder and easily lifting Vlad off of the mat before charging him into the cage wall. The Hardcore King lets out a groan and KingBear steps away slowly, watching the man he once called friend writhe on the mat in pain. KingBear laughs lightly under his breath before helping Vlad up and whipping him to the other side of the cage. As Vlad gets there he stops himself but slams his hands into the side of the cage making it seem like he hit before stumbling backwards towards KingBear. The Bearman steps up cockily getting ready for a chokeslam, he reaches out and grips around the throat of the Bambi Killer before placing his hand on his back and preparing to lift. But as he tenses up his muscles to perform the lift for the chokeslam, KingBear receives and elbow for his efforts, directly to the side of his head. Vlad follows this up with a quick DDT before rolling away from KingBear and popping to his feet. He glances up at the weapons at the top of the structure and thinks to himself, literally placing his hand on his chin and giving it a light scratch. Just as he reaches for one of the larger weapons, he ends up flat on his back from a leg sweep at the hands of Big Sexy himself.
JP: This is fantastic! It’s amazing! It’s AWESOME!
Ray: And I thought I was the gay one… Using a word like fantastic… HA!
TBC
~Vladimir Strife~
The EVPW Co-Owners quickly scramble on the mat, working to be the first back to their feet in order to take the advantage. The two reach their vertical stances simultaneously, both glaring at the other. The Romanian Scourge grows weary of the standoff, darting in and cocking his fist back with every intent of flattening the Coven leader. KingBear launches forward with a swing of his mighty bicep in protest, aiming to clear the King's body from the neck up and causing Vladimir to quickly abandon his plans and duck down beneath the massive clothesline. He pops up behind his adversary, twisting his arm overhead and barring his forearm on the underside of the Gentle Giant's chin. Before he can drop him into the signature SinnerPlex, an elbow connects with his left temple like a battering ram and sends him stumbling toward the cage while shaking the proverbial cobwebs from his brain.
Ray: What the hell!? Nobody is actually hitting anything, somebody hit a move already!
JP: Well, both of these men know each other in and out, Ray. The problem is that they each know the others tricks and styles, so they know what they have to do to stop them. You have to remember that hurting your opponent is only half of the battle, the other half is trying to keep yourself from getting too hurt yourself!
As the Undefeated Behemoth turns back around to face the Fuzzy Warrior, he finds him barreling in on him quickly. Strife runs to meet him, but quickly drops to the mat with a baseball slide, slipping between the passing tree trunk like legs of the giant. He shoots back up to his feet, turning to find KingBear holding onto the cage wall, having barely prevented himself from plowing into the white steel. Always quick to take an opening, the Czar of Scars rushes him, leaping into the air and planting himself on Papa Bear's back like a backpack. He locks his ankles together on KingBear's stomach and wraps an arm around his right bicep, bringing the other around his neck and latching onto his own forearm. With the sleeperhold locked in, KingBear stumbles back, trying to maintain his balance with over 250 lbs added onto his upper half. The Imperial champion squeezes harder, trying to choke out the man he'd called a mentor, the eerie thought ringing through KingBear's skull that he might not stop the choke if he passes out.
JP: A sleeperhold! Vlad might just have him if he can crank this one up hard enough..
Ray: BULLSHIT! I'm asking for my fucking money back if this ends with a sleeperhold!!
JP: Ray... you didn't pay to be here... you're staff, we don't pay for our seats..
Ray: .....I'm going to kill Jake..
Inside the cage, Vladimir is twisting at the neck of his opponent now, trying to 'persuade' him to go to sleep. The legend tries to fight off the blur in his vision, his mind racing to find an escape from the submission. His body begins to numb, the bloodflow to his brain cut off by the forearm of his Romanian student. Despite his every fiber screaming at him to fight it off, the hold grows tighter with every breath that escapes him, Strife working like a boa constrictor in the moment and squeezing every ounce of life he can from the former Titan. The crowd is screaming in support of the California native, but their cheers wane with every moment that passes with KingBear still trapped in the Hardcore King's clutches. As his body begins to go numb, the Furry Fighter can no longer hold his own weight up and a single leg bends against his will, the ring rumbling like thunder as he drops to a single knee. The fans drop to a hush now, their hero unable to escape the age-old submission hold, his arms and head hanging down. His every appearance, save a single foot planted on the mat, seems that of a sleeping man. Internally the famed powerhouse struggles to surmount an offense against building weariness and impending unconsciousness.
JP: I think it might be over.... Holy shit, I actually think Vladimir has KingBear done in..
Ray: You know, for the first time in my career... I'm actually not happy about that.. I know I've always been the frontrunner of Vlad's fans, but I REALLY don't want to see him do what he's said he's going to do.. I just can't imagine a world, let lone an EVPW, without KingBear..
Opening his eyes to look around where he is, KingBear gazes at the paint-coated Asylum Cage and tries to fight off his opponent. His fight is weak though, Vladimir ignoring it with the knowledge that it'll only work to subdue the giant faster. Peering out among his worried fans, the fading co-owner spots his wife standing in front of her seat, her cheeks glistening from tears shed in worry and fear. In the moment, a rush of power takes over the BearMan and he presses off of the mat, slapping the sole of his other boot firmly to the canvas and a roar of applause filling the air as he rises back up to his full height. Strife presses harder, KingBear feeling as though his entire neck is being crushed but not caring in the moment. He sprints toward the cage, spinning once he has closed the distance and slamming his back toward the barbaric Asylum Cage. Vladimir Strife is sandwiched between 379 lbs of warrior and the most unforgiving structure in the wrestling world and crushed. The cage shows it's first true sign of being effected, bowing out nearly a foot from the 650+ lbs of human that hits it like a car wreck. The structure fights back though, straightening itself as the men crumble to the mat.
JP: OH MY GOD!! KingBear just threw himself at the cage and damn near flattened the GodKing against it!!
Ray: Ooooooh.. that can't feel good..
Vladimir lay on his stomach now, clawing at the canvas and coughing violently as his lungs try to refill themselves with precious oxygen. Beneath his shirt, a pattern of diamonds begins to welt up in a rich red hue. He punches the mat, rage brewing for his agony and the loss of his hold which very well could have spelled the end of the contest. KingBear sprawls across the mat, staring through the gaps in the cage at his precious Julie and letting a light smile entertain his features for the moment.
~KingBear~
Julie sees this smile and returns one of her own, smiling broad and happy, knowing her husband isnt out just yet, but just as soon as her face goes happy, it quickly drops down to a sadness and a fear. The Big Man reacts and rolls over onto his back to see Vlad flying through the air with a splash, Bearman quickly rolls away from the intended splash and jets to his feet. Not entirely surprised by the evasion, Vlad catches himself on the ground only to push back up to a vertical basis. KB and Vlad begin to circle the ring, having yet another standoff in the middle of this match. Big Sexy tries to think up a plan but his planning is cut short when the Undefeated Bohemoth charges in quickly, lashing out at his former mentor, a shoulder tackle being attempted. The Monarch Grizzly takes the hit and wraps an arm around the head of Vlad and grabs his tights before falling back with the impact, driving the man he called friend into the mat with a DDT.
JP: Would you look at that?! KB Just used Vlad’s own move against him!
Ray: Well all I can say is… WOOHOO! I’m so torn right now though!
With a groan, the Godking rolls off of his now enemy in a heap of confusion and pain. As this is happening, Big Sexy blinks lightly and looks up, past the cage, past the arena roof and into the sky he cant see. His mind asks for answers and before he can get them an elbow lands on his chest knocking the wind out of him. On his way back into his own sight, he catches glimpse of a trashcan hanging from the top of the cage, another elbow slammed into his chest. The Big Man coughs and rolls away from his friend who was dropping cheap elbows into his sternum while the two lay on the mat. Vladimir Strife plants his gloved hands on the mat and pushes up, shaking his head lightly to clear a few of the loose cogs. Papa Bear is the first to his feet, quickly looking up at the garbage can before jumping up from a standstill and grabbing the handle of the can, jarring it loose from it’s hook. The can drops and the lid falls off, rolling around on the mat before coming to a stop at the body of The Hardcore Legend.
JP: I havent seen a showdown this legendary since…. Well, I don’t know if I have seen a showdown this legendary. Vladimir Strife vs KingBear, the Unstoppable Force vs the Immovable object.
Ray: This seems like a David and Goliath Battle but who is David in this fight, the man the size of Goliath or the man with an ego and a winning streak bigger than Goliath?
JP: Wow Ray, that was kinda insightful…
Ray: Wait… Did I just say something? I thought I was checking my nails…
The Coven classic stumbles over the trashcan and ends up on his back before scrambling to the very trashcan that just tripped him up and leaping to his feet with the weapon in hand. He glares over his shoulder at his former stablemate holding the lid of the trashcan in hand and slowly standing up. KingBear doesn’t hesitate in his assault, quickly spinning around and bringing the can down hard, Vlad rolls and drops to his back bringing the lid of the can up as a shield. Metal smashes into metal and the crowd goes crazy at the sound and sight. Vlad quickly rolls away from the slower man and pops to a knee only to bring the lid up above his head to stop another smash from the can. Metal on metal rings out into the arena again and KingBear sends a boot flying into the stomach of Vladimir Strife who rolls with the hit and jumps to his feet. The lid in hand, Vlad spins and attempts to send the edge of it into the ribs of the big man but KingBear quickly sidesteps and brings the trashcan into the path of the lid. The can and lid both bend and buckle with the impact, neither man suffering little from the vibrations sent through the metal.
JP: Wow, what a fight! Who is going to get the first major hit in without having it countered?!
Ray: I think KingBear will… But Vlad will recover quickly and return the favor.
JP: A little bold are we? Trying to call the match…
Vlad quickly drops the buckled makeshift shield to the mat and kicks it away before charging in at KingBear who has also dropped his weapon. However, KingBear sidesteps and places a hand on the back of his enraged opponent, sending him slamming headfirst into the side of the cage. The Asylum rattles and the inmates are rabid, Vlad stumbles back into the clutches of the Bearman who quickly lifts him up by his throat and drops him onto the canvas with a major chokeslam. The Monarch Grizzly drops to a knee and looks out into the crowd, seeing his wife jumping for joy at his triumph. Yet again though, her cheering is cut short with a look of terror as Vlad moves over and jumps into the air, dropkicking the back of the Bigman and face planting him before kneeling down and bringing him to a wobbly standing position. Vlad shoots his arms out to the side before running back to the opposite side of the cage and charging in at KingBear. He leaps into the air and rotates his body slightly before slamming into KingBear with a Son of a Bitch Legdrop. KingBear’s hands shoot to his mouth and he falls back onto the canvas, Vlad landing on top of him only to roll off and fall to his stomach.
JP looks at Ray in disbelief as Ray files his nails with a grin on his face.
Ray: Told ya so…
JP: Shut the hell up Ray!
The two men slowly roll away from each other, exhaustion already planted on their faces from the sheer torment of this structure alone. As well as the constant countering and blocking and reversing of moves taking place. Vlad begins to laugh as he stumbles up to his feet, his laughing getting louder as he walks over to KingBear, he then pauses, his laughter stopping and he looks up at the cage. Spotting a weapon just above KingBear who is now up to a knee, Vlad runs at the big man and jumps up, planting a boot onto his shoulder before pushing off and grabbing a bundle of light tubes. One hand quickly latches onto the cage roof and his feet plant on the side of the cage as Vlad grabs the light tubes and lifts them off of their hook before dropping to his feet, landing on KingBear and planting his face into the mat. Vlad grins as he walks the light tubes over to a corner of the ring, pulling a couple out before using the string that binds them together to tie them up in the corner, about head height for the big man.
JP: I don’t like the way this looks Ray… Oh this is going to be painful…
Ray: AND BLOODY! Oh god!
JP: Don’t look Ray, I don’t need you getting sick…
Vlad grins as he walks over to KingBear, pausing a moment to make sure there are more light tubes, Vlad grins again after spotting another bundle or two. He walks over to his former mentor and smashes one of the tubes over the back of his head without hesitation. Big Sexy covers his face in pain as Vlad grabs at his shirt and uses the shards from one of the tubes to cut it open in the back. He then slams the other tube onto the back of the big man, moments later, white dust covers the back of the big man as red blood droplets begin to form. Vlad drops the last two pieces onto his former mentors back before slamming his boot down on his back twice, grinding in the rest of the glass and the metal parts. Vlad laughs maniacally as he leans down and brings the Fuzzy Gladiator up to his feet, still stunned by the light tubes and stomps, KingBear is helpless. Vlad grabs onto his forearm and takes a few steps back before using all of his strength to whip his former Titan Counterpart across the ring, headfirst into the light tubes. The cage rings out and white dust goes everywhere as KingBear’s head and neck jerk back from the impact before he topples to his back like a tree being felled.
JP and Ray are both speachless at the sight.
TBC
