Aryana 'Envy' Renfield vs Rhaps

[Rhaps]

The fans are taking their seats once more as the action looks as if it is about to resume. The air is moist with anticipation as the people in the crowd know what match is next and that the action that they are about to witness will be relentless. The reputation of the fearsome Aryana Renfield has already made significant waves in the EVPW locker room and many in the crowd are expecting the same fate to befall to the SIC Warrior. Four spotlights are turned on and they brightly illuminate the entrance ramp as Psychosocial by Slipknot begins to reverberate around the arena. A few seconds pass before anything happens. Rhaps steps out into the glaring lights and he looks up at the vast structure, his gait almost subdued and small in the glow of light that he is currently bathed in. The cocky and malevolent expression that adorns his face has been replaced with one of anxiousness and uncertainty. The combination of his recent loss of the King of the Deathmatch championship and the calibre of the opponent he faces tonight has put the Beast Unleashed in a strange and chastened demeanour.

The Safety Ranger takes a few steps forwards before pausing. He turns his head this way and that, glaring at everyone amassed in the building that have all paid to bear witness to this momentous engagement between two battle hardened and wily veterans. Rhaps nods in satisfaction as if his resolve has been stiffened by this and he walks with a little more confidence in his step. Despite it being a singles match only, the stab happy maniac begins to ruminate how he could hurt Envy; the torture and agony that he could put the current title holder through and all that we will have to do to wrench the championship from her iron grip. He pauses in his slow walk to the squared circle to burn a hole into the soul of a small child who is staring at the twisted superstar, open mouthed. Rhaps leans in and withdraws a knife that had been hidden in his three-quarter length black shorts. The Englishman raises the famed weapon to his face and presses the tip of it into his forehead. A thin streak of crimson drips onto his nose and Rhaps smiles manically at the child. He turns, suddenly afraid and buries his face into his father’s shirt. He gives Rhaps a disapproving shake of his head, earning an unrepentant laugh in response. In the ring Lizzie Morna steps forward, microphone in hand.

Lizzie Morna: The following contest is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EVPW Decimation Championship. Introducing first, the challenger. He hails from Canterbury, England and he weighs in at 224 pounds. He is the Beast Unleashed, Rhaps.

Rhaps is greeted with a torrent of boos; most of them aware of the intimate details of this demented and tortured soul. The Canterbury Carver merely throws his head back and laughs to himself. He eventually reaches the ring apron and gazes up at the gladiatorial arena, a new found fire burning deep within him. This was the moment that he lived for; the thrill of competition and the aftermath of breaking someone completely. Such a task would be a monumental undertaking, considering who is facing for, arguably, EVPW’s most prestigious prize. The Englishman drops low to the ground, bending his knees. They remain coiled before he jumps upwards vertically, faint slaps being emitted as he lands adroitly atop the ring apron. Rhaps is aware that this doesn’t impress anybody and he doesn’t care. He wipes the trickle of blood and smears it across his forehead like he is putting on war paint. After the Slice-O-Matic 9000 finishes this, he steps through the ring ropes and stands immobile in the ring, facing the entrance ramp. He becomes almost implacable as every fibre of his being soaks up every ounce of energy in the calm before the storm.

JP: This is it folks, one of the biggest matches in recent EVPW history and I’m quite confident in saying that Rhaps doesn’t look himself tonight. He looks like a deer caught in the headlight on occasions and at others he looks more animalistic and crazed. That loss to Big Jim a couple of weeks ago could have produced a much more dangerous demon within Rhaps and I guess we’ll just have to wait and see which one it is when Envy comes out here.

Ray: I’m a bit worried Jimmy. Envy is so in your face sexy and it sickens me. I don’t think I’ll be able to last the match knowing my Rhapsy is in the ring with that vile woman, her hands all over his beautiful and scarred body. It makes me angry that she is the Decimation champion and I’ll be rooting so hard for Rhaps in this encounter that you’ll mistake me for a tree.

JP: You know something Ray, you are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity.

TBCB Envy

[Envy]

Hungry eyes open wide to drink in the gruesome battles waging in the squared circle, the onlooker’s in the EVPW arena writhing like a torrent ocean in anticipation for the stab happy englishman’s opponent to make her entrance. Signs proclaiming the greatness of fan favorites dance on the sea of bodies like aimless ships, the wielders of said propaganda vying for an opportunity to partake in a love affair with the camera lens. Suddenly the high energy of the packed building is snuffed out like the flame of a candle as a familiar tune begins to play through the speaker system.

"I watched you change,
into a fly
I looked away,
you were on fire.”

“I watched a change in you
It's like you never had wings
Now you feel so alive
I've watched you change-“


The titan tron flickers to life and starts sifting through clips of The Covetous Cunt in action; decimating EVPW’s self proclaimed princess Wolverina, her bosom buddy Bella Morte, the insidious Chris Pyro, destroying Helena Ring, ruining Ethan Hawke and last but not least having her way with Big Jim. One after another, images of gruesome battles where time and again The Queen of Mean has reigned supreme flash before the eyes of onlookers; a reminder of what is to come.

Lizzie Morna raises the microphone to her luscious lips, “And his opponent, standing at six feet and weighing in at 182lbs, The Queen of Mean and Decimator Champion….. Aryana ‘Ennvvvyyy’ Renfield!”

The onxy curtain is torn asunder and the emerald haired diva struts out of its open mouth with an egotistical grin painted on her visage. She is clad in her usual attire; a black leotard with a mean face on it, thigh high wrestling boots, and her luxuriant green tresses cascading down her back. The spectators immediately begin hissing like a massive herd of angry alley cats, causing the smirk on her china doll face to widen. The Covetous Cunt offers the fans a retort to their heckling in the form of two middle fingers like powerful pillars of fuckall thrust high into the air. This causes another eruption of abhorrent wails and the devious diva cups her hand behind her ear, bending slightly at the waist and bobbing to and fro to properly absorb their disapproving exclamations. Upon satiating her hunger for attention the sinful siren begins waltzing down the ramp toward her stage, blowing kisses to the hateful audience as she makes her way.

Ray: "Look at that tramp, all practically naked and stuffs, STAY AWAY FROM MY SEXY MANMEAT, STREETWALKER!"

JP: "Don't you usually root for Envy?"

Ray: "Not this time Jimmy, she's in there with one of the sexiest men in EVPW, thus she is my enemy. She's going to get all sweaty and beaten by my Rhapsy, she must die."

“I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed.”

When Envy reaches the squared circle she grips the edge of the ring and yanks herself up. The Covetous Cunt then slides one leg after the other through the middle rope. Upon entering the stage she prances over to Lizzie, smacks her firmly on the bottom and plucks the microphone from the beauty’s grip, “Somehow... probably by wrapping your pretty little mouth around management's meat popsicle, you’ve weasled your way into that match you were looking for Mr. English. I’m a bit disappointed, I have to admit, to be matched up against such a pussy on such a monumental day… This victory will be far too easily achieved, beating a wild animal is hardly a test of my skill... But I can be a nice girl, I’ll take my time with you Rhapsy, and I promise to satisfy your lust for blood tonight. Though, I can't guarantee it will be what you had in mind...”

With that Envy drops the mic, Lizzie hastily retrieving her trusty media device and trotting to safety.

Ray: "Did you hear that JP? That sounded sexual!" Ray pushes himself away from the table and makes as if he is going to go and teach Aryana what for, "I'll show her what happens when you mess with MY man!!!!"

JP: Pate grabs his suit jacket and pulls him back down into his seat, "get down you crazy fairy!"

Mr. White topples back into his chair and crosses his arms over his chest whilst sticking out his bottom lip in protest.

TBCB The Rhapstastic One

[Rhaps]

Aryana’s words resonate deep within the recesses of Rhaps’ mind and he knows that they are designed to cut him to the quick; to lure him into making a mistake against this dangerous competitor. The din of the crowd reaches tumultuous levels. Despite the two ring combatants being among the most hated members of the EVPW roster, the people in the crowd are eager to witness the match unfold. The skill and talent of both Rhaps and Envy are well known. The sound of the ring bell reverberates around the ring, officially starting the match and the destruction that is sure to follow. Rhaps glowers at the Covetous Cunt, mixed feelings arising within him. Envy is the first to kick off the action as she steps into the centre of the squared circle and throws up her fists, almost inviting her opponent into the fray. The Beast Unleashed is all too happy to accept and he bursts out of the gates, his arm thrust out to one side. The devious diva easily ducks under the attempted clothesline before half turning on the spot and lashing out abruptly. Her closed fist catches Rhaps on the chin and the collision causes him to stagger backwards. Envy marshals her strength as she begins to clobber her larger opponent with a stream of rights and lefts that keep the monster subdued.

Anger wells up inside the Safety Ranger and he stands up in one smooth action. He raises his hand and catches an errant fist out of the air that had yet to find its mark. Rhaps digs his fingers into the sinews of the Kiwi Crusher’s flesh and she writhes in his grip, yelling out an animalistic snarl of defiance and contempt at the Englishman. The Beast Unleashed smiles maliciously but he receives a look of mock desperation and Envy rolls her eyes, pulling back against her opponent’s grip. She flashes the whites of her teeth at Rhaps before swinging her leg around and blasting his hip with a well-aimed kick that catches the bigger man off guard. A stinging sensation accompanies the impromptu attack and it is enough to loosen his hold on the Covetous Cunt’s wrist. Envy utilises the sudden change in events to her advantage, wrenching her anatomy free before darting back into the ring ropes behind her and using the extra momentum afforded to her as they snap taut under her frame.

Rhaps shakes his head in defiance as he roars forwards, thrusting his shoulder towards his nemesis. Envy finds herself colliding into a wall made of flesh and bone and the impact from the shoulder barge rockets her to the canvas. The Englishman retreats a few steps as Aryana quickly gets back to her feet. She has just enough time to gather her thoughts before Rhaps runs at her at full pelt, raising his foot and smashing the flat of his boot into the crown of her head with a thunderous Yakuza kick. The New Zealand native crumples unceremoniously onto the ring mat with a dull thud and she lies supine while a triumphant Rhaps throws his hands up into the air and exultantly shouts his glee to the world.

JP: What an impact from that Yakuza Kick. Envy was expecting to down the monster by using the ring ropes to her advantage but the former King of the Deathmatch champion was having none of it. It looks like the wind has been taken out of the reigning champion for the moment but tonight is far from over.

Ray: Why do you always have to nay say Jimmy? Isn’t it already obvious that Rhaps is the clear favourite to win this match and that Envy should just get out right now while she still can? We should be ready to crown a new champion and end the era of the Cunt. Wait, that didn’t come out right.

JP: Ray, if you got a dollar for every time you said that then you’d be a very wealthy and very depraved man.

The reigning Decimation champion shakes her head as the cobwebs begin to form after the brutal impact from the Yakuza kick that was just inflicted upon her. Rhaps ceases the self-adoration that he is heaping upon himself as he brings his mind back to the task at hand. He is surprised when the New-Zealand Terror is already gripping the ring ropes tightly to drag herself back to a vertical base and the Englishman looks somewhat crestfallen that his attack kept her grounded for such a small length of time. Rhaps frowns as he nods at some unknown thought that passes through his mind. He drops low to the canvas and breaks into a sprint. The Shank King tears across the gladiatorial arena before ramming his shoulder viciously into Envy’s solar plexus with a resounding spear that robs the young woman of air and sharp searing pains stab at her synapses with every intake of breath. The sheer velocity of the assault causes both superstars to spill through the ring ropes and careen onto the concrete. The Kiwi Crusher clenches her eyes shut in a vain attempt to nullify the pain as Rhaps senses that this is his moment to take control of the match.

The SIC Monster returns to a vertical base as fast as humanly possible before casting his steely gaze around him. His gaze settles on the imposing shape of the turnbuckle and his manic grin returns to his monstrous features as an idea forms at the back of his head. Rhaps’ intention quickly becomes apparent to those in the crowd as he slides back into the ring and heads over to the corner. The Englishman quickly mounts the turnbuckle and soon he is standing fully erect with his arms outstretched to offer greater balance whilst the Covetous Cunt still lies prone on the arena floor beneath him. Rhaps bunches his leg muscles before he takes flight, his slight frame hurtling through the air as he executes a picture perfect forward flip that causes many fans in attendance to gasp in awe. Envy abruptly moves at the last possible second as the Canterbury Carver nears his target. His previous jubilation turns into a nightmare filled with pain as his back smashes into the unforgiving surface. Rhaps’ primeval screams of agony ring out audibly whilst a still shaken Envy gets back to her feet and retreats a few steps with a wry grin on her face, as if to say that this was somehow planned and she had used her opponent’ folly of the high risk manoeuvre against him.

Ray: No, what have you done Rhaps? You had this match in hand and you just had to go and something stupid. Whatever I think about Envy as a competitor, she is still dangerous and Rhapsy should know better than to tangle in such risky offence with someone as smart as her.

JP: What’s this Ray, a compliment? This has shocked me more than anything else we’ve seen tonight and that’s saying something. I think Envy might be having an undesired effect on my partner here.

Ray: Shut up Jimmy, you don’t know what you’re talking about. I could never dream of such a thing.

JP: I think you’re protesting too much. Soon you’ll be drinking beer and watching sports on your television. Hell, maybe this dramatic transformation will lead to a barbecue at your house and you invite a group of male friends just to ogle girls.

Ray: How dare you suggest something so disgusting!

JP laughs at Ray’s discomfort whilst the action continues to unfold. The Zebra shirted official has taken station by the ring ropes nearest the two combatants as he starts to count them both out. His count has already reached three before Envy exhibits any signs of reacting to this as she merely enjoys the sight of Rhaps’ writing in agony on the ground in front of her. The Covetous Cunt slides under the ring ropes to reset the count before walking back over to her downed opponent, throwing out various taunts and not even caring if he can hear her or not. The New Zealand Terror drops to her knees beside Rhaps takes a hold of his ears with both hands. She then starts smashing the back of his skull against the ground and vicious sounding smacks of bone against concrete are emitted as the relentless assault continues unabated. Again and again Rhaps’ head impacts with sickening force and soon he is left in a crumpled heap at the diva’s feet. Despite the viciousness of this barrage Envy has not finished with him as she stands up and stomps her feet onto the forehead of her prey. Each time her boot is driven into his skull Rhaps drifts a little more out of consciousness. One of her strikes smashes against the bridge of his nose and the crunch of bone and cartilage is heard and a torrent of blood bubbles out of his nostrils.

TBCB Envy

[Envy]

Envy retracts the sole of her boot from Rhaps’ battered face, sneering with satisfaction at the bloodied visage that lies beneath. How delightful it is to see the fool’s smug mug coated with a healthy helping of crimson life force, tantalizing and inviting in fact; perhaps beating a mad dog is more fun than I had originally given it credit. With a wicked grin plastered on her face The New Zealand Terror bends to entangle her fingers in her enemies sweat moistened tresses, despite the Zebra striped official’s condemnation, and she plucks The Slice-o-Matic 9000 from the concrete’s embrace. Luckily, The Canterbury Carver is still aching and weak from the impact of his fall and it presents Envy with the opportunity to ponder her next move. The referee continues to count as the contenders linger outside the warrior’s square, Envy lost in thought and Rhaps weakly clawing at her grip on the back of his head. A sharp nod of her think-tank indicates she’s made her decision and The Auckland Native tosses her adversary toward the ring with all of her might. Unfortunately, his forehead collides with the lip of the gladiatorial stage, causing the aerialist to crumble to the ground in a heap, and he clutches his noggin in a frantic attempt to sooth the throbbing pain there. Aryana’s hand quickly covers the twitching corners of her mouth, eyes turning into crescents, and muffled laughter spills forth from the broken dam, “Oopsy daisy!”

JP: “That just wasn’t necessary, what a childish thing to do! After bloodying the male wrestlers face she humiliates him by ‘accidentally’ throwing him into the rings edge like a limp ragdoll.”

Ray: “Not the face you dirty whore! Don’t you dare mess up my husband’s sexy face!” Mr. White starts to climb over the announcer’s table, enraged by the audacity of The Covetous Cunt having injured his imagined lover’s precious visage. However, as the sanguine upper lip and chin of The Rhapstastic One comes into view, the color commentator slumps into his chair with his hand over his ever flapping trap, “Urp! Never mind, I can’t even look at him right now. Ugh… I might need that trash can in a minute here.”

On the other hand, the crowd has a mixed reaction to the diva’s ‘accident’; some finding the clumsy mishap amusing whilst other’s question just how unintentional the mistake really was, creating a wonderful melody of mixed laughter and jeering, “Oh piss off, ya fuckwits!”

The New Zealand Terror makes a crude gesture before peeling her foe off of the ground like a piece of road kill and tosses the stab happy Englishman into the ring before sliding under the bottom rope after him. Once her body has cleared the elastic arms of the battle arena she jumps to her feet and takes a moment to further antagonize the spectators, throwing her hands into the air with a ferocious roar, and basking in their hate as they hurl abuse the diva’s way; hitting her psyche like twigs against a stone wall. Satiated, Ms. Renfield then hooks her claws into Rhaps’ follicles and hoists him up off of the canvas, switching hands occasionally to disrupt the referee’s count. The law man buzzes around them, shouting in warning to the devious diva to release his hair from her grasp. The Lioness disengages her talons from her rival’s mane, expressing her innocence by waving her hands in the air, and the ref accepts this as proof of her virtue, more than happy for an excuse to distance himself from the two very dangerous wrestlers.

With the pesky official repelled Envy finds her opponent’s dizzy gaze, wriggling her eyebrows as if to imply she has something wonderful in store for him, and sticking out her tongue before inclining forward to sling the aerialist over her shoulders. Her face contorts with the effort as Aryana raises Rhaps high above her head like a barbell. The sinful siren is sure to boast her feet, sauntering about the area and displaying the ease with which she maintains holding the male wrestler above her head. Fuck, this dag is fucking heavy. She screeches like a banshee, cutting through the chaotic symphony of the spectators, and she thrusts her opponent’s flailing form into the air. As soon as her hands are free of his weight she falls to the canvas and presents her porcelain stems to cease his descent. The Ice Cream Eater’s eyes grow wild as he spots the pale appendages coming in fast and unfortunately for him there is no time to defend himself from the attack before his body is racked with pain. Her knees bury into the tender flesh of his belly, crushing his sensitive innards, and forcing the air from his lungs as well as a charitable serving of bile from his stomach. The Safety Ranger tumbles from the improvised landing pad, flopping onto his back on the mat and struggling to coax the air back into his body whilst dragging his hand across his jaw to clean the stomach acid that settled there. However, The Covetous Cunt follows after him, climbing onto his abdomen and resting her hands on the heaving chest of the stab happy Englishman. A twisted smirk spreads its wings across her features and Aryana lightly caresses her play thing’s cheek, leaning in close to whisper into his ear in a sickeningly sweet tone, “you’re doing about as well as I expected. Still think you can beat me Rhapsy? Though I will admit, you’re more fu-”

Suddenly a ripple of pain, like a rock breaking the placid surface of a pond, travels through the side of the egotistical bitches head as her opponent strikes her firmly in cheek with his open palm. Teeth gnash the tender flesh on the inside of her mouth as the blow connects, which hurls The New Zealand Terror to side, and Rhaps immediately mounts his adversary. A vicious storm of bone and flesh rains down upon the sinful siren, the expression on The Slice-o-Matic 9000’s menacing mug growing more and more frighteningly festive with each blow. Once The his desire to feel her supple flesh give way beneath his fists is fulfilled and the abhorrent tart seems to be subdued, the high flying heretic launches into action. He snaps upright and bounds for the ropes, utilizing their elastic arms to increase his momentum upon return. As The SIC Maniac closes the space between them, he twists around so that his back is facing The Queen of Mean, and the muscles in his strong legs tense before propelling him upward. His body artfully arcs through the air in a back flip before his belly collides with hers with a resounding smack, and the onlookers go wild at the beautifully executed moonsault. When the dust settles Rhaps’ arm slips under her thigh and he pulls her leg up, turning his steely gaze to the law man whom immediately falls to his knees to begin the count. The Referee’s hand slaps the canvas loudly and the fans sing out uproariously with him, “One!... Tw-“

JP: “Rhaps is in a hurry to get his hands on that belt, but it’s going to take more than a moonsault and catching the sinful siren off guard to take Envy out of the fight! I hate to say it but-”

Ray: “She doesn’t stand a chance; she should just give up now before the flying sexy gives her a real reason to say uncle!”

JP: “I dunno Ray, looks like you might be wrong.”

The New Zealand Terror kicks out of the pin with a defiant growl and Rhaps jumps to his feet to deliver a reprimanding boot to the diva’s ribs. A catlike hiss tears through her lips, spit flying from her mouth, and Renfield struggles to roll a safe distance away from physical assault. However, eerie laughter seeps from the aerialist’s maw as follows after her, stomping on her exposed back as she tries to flee. Finally, he lets gravity get in on the action, presenting his elbow before falling and burying said pointy limb into his adversary’s spine. This causes the diva to cease her retreat, too blinded by pain to carry on, and grope to console the nerves screaming in anguish across her back. Envy sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and gnaws on the tender skin in an attempt to smother the groans of pain rumbling in her chest. Meanwhile, The Ice Cream Eater continues his assault, snagging a bushel of emerald locks and pulling her back on her knees before putting her in a half nelson. He then uses his free arm to pull Envy’s trapped limb across her face and Rhaps locks his hand to his wrist behind her neck. The Covetous Cunt begins sputtering and flailing in a desperate attempt to escape, Rhaps grinning at what he sees as an impending submission, "Is this what you were expecting?"

However, with an invigorating growl the sinful siren positions one foot after another upon the canvas before pushing herself and her opponent to a full upright position. She then jabs her fingers into his bruised belly and effectively frees herself from the hold. Although, this does little to deter the man eager for the Decimator Title and he makes this clear to his opponent by gripping the back of her head and thrusting it forward into his presented knee. Her nose connects with a crunch, a red bloom forming beneath her nostrils, and The Canterbury Carver lets her fall to the ground before dashing toward the ring ropes. Without her adversary looming over her, The Covetous Cunt’s vitality returns to her limbs and Aryana begins working to bring herself to a vertical base. Unfortunately, as her noodley appendages fight to bring the diva upright the sound of oncoming foot falls creeps into her ears and she turns to find the stab happy Englishman closing the distance between them. Sadly, the deviant diva doesn’t have time to pivot out of the line of fire before her foe takes flight and wraps his leg around her neck, effectively knocking the tyrannical twat to the ground. Rhaps then fluidly continues his onslaught; separating himself from the canvas, flipping and twisting midair, and then smashing his body into hers. Again he calls for the attention of the monochromatic monarch, with Aryana pinned beneath him, and the zebra striped official slides into position like a ball player sliding home before starting to smack his palm against the canvas, “1….. 2…”

JP: “And Rhaps goes in for the pin again, currently dominating the match after executing a series of powerful moves and the cherry on top a leg lariat into a standing shooting star 360! Now he’s got her right where he wants her!”

Ray: “Go Rhapsy go! Yay Rhapsy yay!”

TBCB Rhaps

[Rhaps]

Rhaps smiles exultantly as the in ring official’s hand almost floats serenely towards the canvas but the Englishman’s cheers of delight die on his lips before he gets his chance to celebrate potentially his most momentous victory. The diva’s shoulder rockets off the ring mat, breaking the pinfall at an agonising two and a half. Many in the audience squeal in delight as the prospect of a continuation of this hallacious contest and the Safety Ranger slumps into the embrace of the of the surface beneath him; defeat and a serious doubt of his ability to defeat his opponent creeping into every corner of his depraved mind. Beside him, Envy continues to lie supine as her chest rises and falls slowly. The overwhelming effort to pick herself up at take the fight to the Canterbury Carver is screamed by her every fibre and she shocks everyone in attendance by being the first to rise to her feet to recommence the melee that is sure to follow. The devious diva leans against the ring ropes to collect her thoughts and to form a strategy while Rhaps stands up as well. The two ring warriors glower at one another and the crowd quietens in anticipation.

The two contenders for the Decimation Championship remain immobile for an age, metaphorical cobwebs growing as a cessation to the hostilities is wrought as neither combatant wants to be the first one to make a move. Aryana Renfield is the first to show her hand as she sprints toward Rhaps. At the last second the Englishman reacts, thrusting out an arm limply to one side; hoping an impromptu Lariat would be enough to ground her. However, much to Rhaps’ chagrin, she exhibits her natural speed and exuberance as she effortlessly ducks under his outstretched appendage. He turns in time to see the champion’s boot rise to meet his chin head on. The sudden Super-kick causes the SIC Monster’s head to torque to one side sickeningly and he drops unceremoniously to the floor. Envy doesn’t even contemplate going for the cover as her fingers grasp long strands of his follicles while Rhaps tries to fight out of her iron grip. In spite of his best efforts to resist his nefarious opponent, the maniac superstar finds himself being lifted back to his feet with relative ease. He only has a moment to contemplate a counter before he finds Envy’s left arm looped around his neck and squeezing his windpipe shut with every ounce of strength and willpower that she can muster.

JP: Envy is crushing Rhaps’ throat with everything she has and he now resembles a mouse caught in the viper’s grasp. This can’t be good for him and the longer it remains locked in, the worse off Rhaps will be. We could be seeing the beginning of the end here.

Ray: What are you doing Rhapsy? You’re supposed to fight out of this; you’re supposed to be better than her. I know his looks haven’t been improved by Envy’s low cost surgery to his nose but we can work around these issues. But first, Rhaps has to get out of this choke hold.

Rhaps’ arms flail helplessly and his fingers scrabble uselessly on Envy’s arm. He tries to find some purchase on her limb or find any method that he could utilise to break the head lock. His efforts to resist soon crumble and all thoughts to possible counter the submission turn to dust due to oxygen deprivation whilst the Covetous Cunt grins maliciously, clearly enjoying the show. Just before the Englishman drifts into unconsciousness, Envy suddenly drops to into a knelt position, her right knee jutting forwards as she simultaneously wrenches Rhaps backwards by his neck. The back the SIC Warrior’s head smacks into her knee with terrifying force and he flops onto the ring mat after the impact delivered by the modified neckbreaker. Rhaps looks truly defeated as the reigning Queen of EVPW glares at him with a look that reeks of contempt and resentment and she sneers down upon the broken and fragile form of the man that, once upon a time, had been feared by the entire locker room.

The Kiwi Krusher drops onto his beaten form and lifts a leg up, completing the pin. The Safety Ranger exhibits no signs of movement as the Zebra shirted official’s hand slaps the ring mat twice. Before the pin can be counter, Envy raises Rhaps’ shoulder herself and a twisted laugh is heard coming from the demented diva as she lowers his shoulder back onto the canvas. Once again the referee counts two before she lifts her opponent’s arm, making it obvious to everyone that she is toying with her prey and she has not finished with him by any stretch of the imagination. The SIC Maniac’s future had been blighted by an oncoming storm; and that storm’s name was Aryana Renfield. The New Zealand native stands in the centre of the gladiatorial arena and basks in the mixture of adulation and hatred showered upon her from every corner of the expansive structure, the din of the fan’s voices becoming a torrent of noise as they fight with one another to be heard. Envy’s self-satisfied grin remains a permanent fixture but she returns to the demolition of Rhaps, ever the consummate professional.

The Tyrannical Twat places a booted foot on the back of the Safety Ranger’s skull and takes a hold of both of his arms. Envy then places her right knee in between her adversary’s shoulder blades before pulling his arms behind his back with a modified Boston Crab, the diva doing her level best to rip Rhaps’ limbs from their sockets. The new submission hold reawakens the Beast Unleashed and his synapses scream their protestation. The challenger for the Decimation title wriggles pathetically while his assailant screams from the sheer amount of exertion she is applying to the hold in an attempt to not only humiliate Rhaps, but to also wreak havoc upon his body to make him give up the will to fight. This was no longer a wrestling match; it was an exhibition of destruction. It was a clear cut message to any future contenders to Envy’s throne that she would dismantle anyone who tried to seat themselves upon it. The Englishman begins moving with a little more energy but Envy grounds this progress by letting go of his appendages and delivering a stunning stomp to the back of his head that renders him unable to think, let alone move.

JP: This is not a wrestling match, this is a slaughter. Right now Envy has made Rhaps look weak and pitiful in comparison, a true champion that can take a competitor like Rhaps and just make him look inadequate. How is Rhaps going to come back from this?

Ray: Don’t you dare say those things about Rhaps Jimmy. I’ll challenge you, Envy and anyone else who wants to have a go. Come on if you think you’re mature enough.

JP: What are you talking about Ray? Being mature doesn’t mean you can fight well.

Ray: Fight? I didn’t say I’d fight you. I said I would challenge you and I will, to a nice open debate and I daresay you’d have to be very mature to take me on. Bring all your friends, we can have a mass debate.

JP: Steady on Ray, we’re just colour commentators here, I don’t go in for that sort of thing.

Ray has a genuinely puzzled expression on his face while JP edges his chair away from him nervously. Rhaps is a broken heap in the centre of the squared circle and Envy begins to almost strut around him, a clear signal of her domination of the Decimation championship remaining unbroken. The Shank King places his palms on the canvas and tries to ease himself off of it and back into the fight. The Kiwi Crusher however has different ideas as she walks over and smashes her boot into the flat of his back, earning a grunt of discomfort from her nemesis and emitting an evil chuckle in response. The defending champion takes a couple more moments to decide what she wants to do with her opponent before she nods at some unknowable thought. Rhaps finds himself being lifted to a vertical base once more and he totters dangerously. Envy props the Englishman up, almost with a motherly instinct to protect him from further harm despite being the root cause of all his woes up until this point in the match.

The Canterbury Carver’s world becomes a motion blur as the devious diva wraps her arms around his waist and lifts him onto her shoulders in the fireman’s carry position. Envy marches around the ring with her toy held aloft; an ominous expression enveloping her facial features like a mask. Rhaps limply tries to fight out of it but his strength fails him in the face of the onslaught that has been unleashed upon him by, arguably, the most dominant champion in EVPW’s history. The Covetous Cunt maintains her hold of the maniac superstar before casting the legs of her challenger backwards, taking a hold of Rhaps’ neck with ease as she adds to the impact of this famed manoeuvre by drilling his face into the unforgiving surface of the squared circle. Rhaps is completely motionless after the devastating aftermath of the champion’s finisher, the Jealous Bitch.

Ray: That bitch! She won’t be happy until she’s destroyed Rhaps in both mind and body. She’s ruined his lovely visage and now she’s going to cripple him. How will I be able to hug Rhapsy now if he can’t move anything below the neck?

JP: Ray’s creepy and rather pathetic life aside, Envy has completely destroyed Rhaps. I don’t know if he’ll be able to move after taking that finisher and after everything else Envy has unleashed. She is unstoppable.

TBCB Envy - Hope you enjoyed the read.

[Envy]

The zebra striped official grimaces at the disgraceful display of unsportsmanlike behavior before him. Eager to end The Canterbury Carver’s misery, he moves in on the inert aerialist like a buzzard on a fresh carcass and starts the count. However, only seconds after the first resounding smack of flesh on canvas, the arbiter’s efforts at offering a reprieve to Rhaps are foiled by his opponent. With an irritated huff the monochromatic nuisance leers at a pair of charcoal wrestling boots that have appeared in the spot he was utilizing for the tally. Nevertheless, the anger in his expression immediately dissipates, evolving into one of shock and awe as his gaze slithers up the offending appendages to stare upon the round rump right before his eyes. The Covetous Cunt takes her time, bending at the waist and hooking her fervent talons into the meat of her adversary’s bicep. The Queen of mean starts to pull on the arm of her rival like the proverbial sword from the stone, finding the task more arduous than she had expected due to her opponent's comatose state, and decides the quickest resolution to her hardship is giving The SIC Maniac a firm whack across the face. The New Zealand Terror cocks her hand back and slams her open palm into the feeble jaw of the ice cream eater with an audible crack. Snoozing limbs become animated again, the blow successfully jarring The Canterbury Carver from his inky slumber, and thrusting him back into reality.

Eyelids flutter open, squinting under the harsh glare of the arena lights, and the Mad Stabber’s twisted features soften in bewilderment. However, Rhaps’ expression immediately contorts into one of fiery hate as his vision focuses and the source of his troubles comes into view. The Covetous Cunt gives him a sweet smile in response, and her emerald orbs trace the pitiful excuse for a man, “What a sad sight to see, the great and powerful Safety Ranger, laid to waste by a woman… Without your knife, you’re nothing, a sniveling twit easily crushed beneath my feet. I bet you wish you had access to it now, to bury it in my belly perhaps?” a derisive sneer spreads from ear to ear and her free hand absentmindedly disappears behind her back. A slender pointer finger appears before the eyes of the zebra striped official and wiggles chidingly, “no, no, no,” the pale hand shoos the ref away from his position on the ground, and he shakes himself free of his stupor, instantly crawling away from the sinful siren.

JP: "A Cheap trick, using her body to distract the ref! And of course she has to start flapping her trap! Things are not looking good for Rhaps, Envy is positively dominating this match."

Ray: "Yeah, women talk too much... WAKE UP RHAPSY! KICK HER TEETH IN AND TEACH THAT SHIT TALKING BITCH A LESSON!"    

“I pity you really… But that doesn’t mean I will release you from my clutches, this kitty isn’t finished playing with her food. You’ve got nobody to blame for this hell but yourself. In fact, you vehemently demanded access to my torture chamber, begged for me to leave you in ruin… I’ve only given you what you asked for… NO, demanded and are somehow convinced you deserve; a shot at the Decimator Title. But, there’s a reason this belt belongs to me, a reason it clings so happily to my waist and not yours…I AM the Decimator; a juggernaut, an unstoppable force that will lay waste to the EVPW roster, and you are nothing but an obstacle to be crushed on my road to glory.”

The Covetous Cunt steps in closer to her opponent, her breath on his face and centimeters between their bodies, “You could have avoided being destroyed like the rest, I was more than happy to spare you. In many ways I find you endearing Oh Ice Cream Eater…. Like a three legged mutt or a harmless one eyed kitten… I mean honestly, what kind of human being would I be if I beat the fuck out of a mentally handicapped psychopath. You belong in an insane asylum, not in a wrestling ring. I tried to save you from this, but you gave me no choice. I was forced to defend myself. Now look where we are Rhapsy! I am going to have to make an example of you; nobody crosses Aryana Renfield.”

As if to reinforce her statement, The Tyrannical Twat grabs her play thing around the throat with her free hand, and the other migrates to the back of Rhaps’ neck. With a ferocious growl she separates her adversary’s feet from the mat, a serene smile gracing her visage as her the ice cream eater sputters and flails under her constricting grasp. Finally, after what seems like a life time to the asphyxiating superstar, her hold around his airway loosens. Envy releases the hand in front, pushing forward with the paw on the back of his neck and slamming Rhaps face-first into the ground with all of her might. Though, the darkness does not reclaim him this time, the beast unleashed does however find himself incapable of mustering the strength to retaliate for the onslaught. He gnashes his teeth as he fights to return a semblance of mobility back to his muscles, but this does little to further his efforts. The New Zealand Terror places her hands on her hips and taps her foot against the ground, an expression of mock disappointment etched on her features. She rolls her eyes and gestures to Lizzie Morna to give her the media device so that the fans might also taste of the diva’s rant. Miss Morna passes the mic to the referee through the elastic arms of the squared circle and he hastily deposits the microphone into the deviant diva’s open palm, “This is one of the most revered men in EVPW history, held to the same high esteem as other EVPW legends like Vladimir Strife or Kingbear, and yet here he is, doomed before he even shambled down the ramp. This is what I have in store for each and every one of your beloved superstars. This is a new age, The Age of The Queen of Mean, and all shall bow before my power!”

JP: "A two handed choke slam facebuster brought to you by Aryana 'Envy' Renfield! Ouch, she's just playing with him, this match was over long ago. Somebody needs to put her in her place, but will Rhaps be able to fulfill that need?"

Rhaps groans in response to the narcissistic bitches little speech, still motionless upon the floor, his face pressed against the canvas. The Verdant Warrior circles her prey like a lioness, kicking him lightly to see how his muscles respond, “Are you going to let defeat take hold of you so easily Rhaps? Beaten by a girl, what WILL the other boys in the locker room say?”

She cackles manically, tossing the microphone to the side where it is quickly recovered by the monochromatic official, and she ensnares the battered aerialist in her talons and jerks him to a vertical base. Aryana steadies The SIC Maniac on his feet, wobbly as they are, and turns her back on him before swinging around with a lightening like quickness to slam her boot into the side of his head. Unfortunately, weak limbs give way beneath gravity's ever present force and Rhaps collapses before the diva can deliver the blow. However, the referee, whom had moved in closer in case The Canterbury Carver decided to cry uncle, takes the strike head on. The Covetous Cunt’s eyes grow wide as the arbiter’s head jerks to the side and he falls limply to the canvas, but she cannot restrain the tittering laughter that slips passed her lips, the devious diva feeling little remorse for her mistake. She saunters over to her prone prey and crouches beside the stab happy Englishman, “Looks like the rules are forfeit, I can do whatever I please with you without fear of disqualification, what a pleasant blunder that turned out to be, hehe.”

Rhaps lies once more with his face pressed against the canvas, his muffled laughter slowly increasing in volume before reaching a magnificent crescendo in the form of his signature blade glinting in the arena lights and then plunging into the shoulder of his enemy. Envy roars in agony, lunging backwards in a desperate attempt to separate herself from the Canterbury Carver, and clawing at the offending apparatus protruding from her skin. Only one thing matters in that moment, dislodging the weapon from her flesh, and this mission blinds The Tyrannical Twat to any other goings on in her general vicinity. Her pale digits entrap the cruel implement and she grinds her pearly whites as she yanks the weapon from her flesh. Aryana tosses the crimson coated blade to the side and cups the open wound below her collarbone protectively, groaning as she tries to suppress the searing pain there.

Ray: "HAH! And she thought she would the one reaping the benefits of the referee being knocked unconscious! Rhaps has officially penetrated The Covetous Cunt.... Wait... No... I don't like the taste of what I just said in my mouth."

JP: "Yeah, that was rife with sexual innuendos."

The Slice-o-Matic 9000 seizes the opportunity to change the tides, powering through the pain screaming in his limbs as he treks toward the tool that would be his opponent’s undoing. One shaky appendage after another desperately grips the turnbuckle for purchase, slowly mounting his pedestal, and finally reaching the top of the mountain with a triumphant roar. The Canterbury Carver gazes upon his kingdom with a look of determination plastered on his sweat soaked mug, his eyes finally settling upon the bitch with the verdant hair. A surge of rage fueled energy lights his muscles on fire and reaffirms the aerialists confidence in his next move. The spectators go wild as Rhaps launches from his perch, spinning through the air in a back flip that would make Sonic the Hedgehog look like an amateur. The Beast Unleashed smashes into the prone form of his foe, forcing the air of her body and taking some of the fight out of the cruel bitch. Well aware that the ring official is still out of commission, he decides to take the opportunity to partake in the taste of sweet vengeance. He flops the bewildered babe onto her back, straddles her waist and buries his thumbs into her eye sockets, causing The Covetous Cunt to erupt in a flurry of frantic wails.

JP: "And Rhaps executes one of his finishers Rhapsification! Will it be enough to keep her down!"

Her fingers immediately wrap around his testicles and she begins squeezing The SIC Maniac’s man bits like a stress ball. When she finds this does not deter her adversary, Aryana resorts to latching her teeth onto her foe’s neck, burrowing into the supple flesh ruthlessly, and the male wrestler does the only thing he can think of in retaliation. Rhaps swiftly bashes Aryana in the chest with his fist, effectively freeing his neck from her vicious chompers, and his precious jewels from her jaw like grip. Sadly, the resilient diva only finds more energy and determination in the rage she experiences from being hit in the breast. The Covetous Cunt slams her elbow into her opponent’s noggin, dismounting him and jumping to her feet to deliver a massive kick to his ribs that flops him onto his stomach. Envy saunters to Rhaps’ side before positioning one foot on either side of him, grabbing two handfuls of hair and then proceeding to bash his face into the canvas, “Memories, like the corners of my mind….Misty water-colored memories…”

Envy hoists him from the floor and lightly kicks the foot of the ring official, “wake up you lazy dag, you’re job isn’t done yet.”

The Canterbury Carver claws at the digits entwined in his follicles, returning the diva’s attention to the task at hand. Her hand slides to the back of his head and the green eyed monster strikes him twice across the face, “Behave, it will all be over soon little mouse, I promise.”

She then jerks the stab happy Englishman forward into a poisonous kiss, she pulls back on his hair and frees him from the despicable liplock. The monochromatic official makes his presence known by barking in warning and Envy gives Rhaps a playful wink. The hand not busying itself with his sweat moistened mane collides with the diva’s thick thigh, sending a ripple through the meaty flesh, and she suddenly tucks The SIC Maniac’s head between her legs. Aryana hooks both of his arms, taking the moment to gaze about the arena, smiling as she sees the fans hungry for more destruction. More than happy to oblige, The Covetous Cunt drops like a rag doll whilst releasing her foe’s arms and driving his face into the unrelenting canvas. As the aftershock of the collapse quells the sinful siren returns to a vertical base, gazing down with an egotistical smirk upon the man who dared to challenge her abilities. The rubber sole of her boot crawls up his side like a caterpillar and settles in the middle of Rhaps' spine, her verdant orbs turning to the arbiter and gazing upon the blubbering fool expectantly. Initially her gaze causes the ring official’s original plans to flutter out of his head, but as her features pinch in annoyance he recalls what he must do now. The referee slides into place and slams his hand against the ground, “1-“

Ray: "This can't be the end!!"

TBCB
Rhapsitastic One

[Rhaps]

Rhaps’ body remains inert while the in ring official’s hand bounces off the canvas a second time. The reigning champion has a smug expression on her facial features and her eyes trace the downward motion of the referee’s hand hungrily; the diva mentally envisaging her final moment of triumph. Just before the three-count can be made, Rhaps shrieks his protestation audibly and his shoulder rockets off the ring mat; stunning everyone in the arena. Envy’s eyes are now smouldering with anger and an overwhelming desire to dismantle the Ice Cream Eater before everyone’s eyes. The New Zealand Terror bends down to grasp the strands of hair of the challenger. Something deep inside Rhaps ignites the pit of despair where his soul once resided and a second wind passes over the maniac superstar as he abruptly lashes out his limb, the Englishman’s elbow viciously striking the demented diva on the chin. The champion’s head jerks to one side and her eyes begin to tear up from the sudden and unexpected assault. Envy raises her hand to deliver a slap in response to this challenge but Rhaps snatches her wrist before it can make contact. His eyes burn with a new fire and his elbow whirs yet again. This time it clobbers Envy on her temple and the resounding blow causes her to slump to a heap beside him.

The two elbow strikes are only enough to temporarily daze the dangerous competitor while Rhaps’ exhausted frame mutely scream their internal agony straight to his brain while he starts to claw his way back to a vertical base. The Beast Unleashed can feel his body succumbing to the damage inflicted upon him but he does his best to overcome this. Envy stands to attention in front of the SIC Maniac as he falls backwards against the ring ropes, their touch almost akin to an old friend in times of need. Rhaps still looks worse for wear as the Covetous Cunt squares up opposite him, looking to take advantage. A huge right hand whistles past his left ear as he moves his cranium at the last instant before dropping to his knees and thrusting forward a right hand of his own. The punch smashes into Envy’s diaphragm and she stumbles backwards. A searing pain emanates across the entirety of her torso and an accompanying stab is felt every time she takes a breath, giving Rhaps some separation and time to recover somewhat from the onslaught that she had bequeathed him with. The Mad Stabber stands up with a flourish of his arms, the first offering of his elbow sailing past his target. The second elbow is delivered as promised, the abrupt smack of his bony implement of choice crashing into the side of Envy’s head.

Ray: Yes, that’s it Rhaps, take the fight to her! Just look at him go Jimmy, Rhaps has taken a beating and he still isn’t finished. That’s what makes him so adorably sexy.

JP: Did you just swoon? You are unbelievably creepy, you know that?

Ray: No I’m not. But the more interesting thing will be how Rhaps continues to gain momentum after those elbow strikes and taking the fight to the champion. He’s tough and he’s got a lot left to give.

JP: Your awkward social life aside, you do raise a valid point. So far it’s been all Envy and possibly the most one sided match in Rhaps’ career thus far. He has been able to retaliate to a point but if she has her way, it’ll end before it truly gets going.

The tide of momentum appears to have changed dramatically and Rhaps is all too happy to capitalise upon this. He darts his foot out quickly, hoping to re-enact what Envy put him through earlier. The sole of his boot careens towards the diva’s noggin but she has the wherewithal to have been watching her opponent’s every move while she appeared to be incapacitated. Aryana rolls out of range as Rhaps frustratingly attempts a second and third stomp, only to meet empty canvas each time. The Kiwi Crusher almost leaps to her feet and snarls venomously at the Rhapsitastic One, her ignominious loathing of her rival plainly obvious to everyone around her. The New Zealander’s self-aggrandizing rants echo in Rhaps’ fore-brain and he frowns contemplatively. Envy throws a mocking smile at him before sprinting toward him, clearly with ill intent. The Englishman’s own speed is instantly on display as he drops into a picture perfect forward roll and snapping back to his feet as he bounces into the ring ropes, using the extra spring afforded to him to careen into his smaller opponent with a high Lariat that catches the champion across the throat.

The Tyrannical Twat remains inert for only a few seconds as a now fired up Rhaps hoists her bodily back to her feet. He grips the Decimator’s arm tightly before attempting to throw her across the gladiatorial arena with an Irish whip. Envy’s resilience is staggering as she digs her feet in and turns the move around, flinging her much larger nemesis toward the ring ropes once more and eagerly awaiting his return trip with an anticipatory lick of her lips. Instead, the SIC Warrior leaps up to the top rope which snaps taut under his frame. The Covetous Cunt takes a few steps forwards, hoping to counter whatever manoeuvre the Beast Unleashed had in mind but Rhaps vaults over her head and loops his arms around the crown of her skull on the way down. The champion’s pate cracks into the ring mat, her will to fight being temporarily halted by the sudden reverse Neckbreaker. Many in the audience applaud the impromptu assault.

Ray: Yeah, it’s all coming up for Rhapsy. What an awesome athletic display by the hunky one over that wench that needs to be taught a lesson or two about respect, possibly a lesson on baking as well so she can stay out of the wrestling ring. And Rhaps will be the one to teach it to her.

JP: Do you lack the ability of saying things that aren’t innuendos?

Ray: You want to be in my endo.

JP: Just…just shut up Ray. And I don’t think Envy is the type of woman who likes baked goods. She’s proven to be a versatile and formidable competitor and I think both you and Rhaps should take her seriously or you’ll both end up in a body bag before the night is through.

This time, Ms. Renfield has been grounded and the Englishman throws up his hands with a new-found fervour, relishing the change in fortune. His body is still sore but he continues to put this to the back of his mind, his entire existence now focussed on the immutable chore of handing a loss to the champion as Rhaps heads to the corner of ring. He grips the top rope tightly, casting a look at Envy to make sure she is behaving herself. The Kiwi Crusher remains immobile as the Safety Ranger ascends to the top of the turnbuckle. Envy’s indomitable will to win and dominate everyone placed in the path of her proverbial hurricane shines through as she shakes off the effects of Rhaps’ barrage of moves; the wily competitor finding her feet before Rhaps has finished his treacherous climb. The Shank King turns and stands fully erect on his perch as the shadow of Aryana Renfield descends. The diva hops up to the second rope before the Englishman can even think about attempting his next move and she quickly lets her fists fly, two crisp shots hitting him flush on the forehead. The stunning blows cause Rhaps to teeter dangerously and a third right hand scrambles his eggs.

The Ice Cream Eater wobbles precariously, buying Envy enough time to clamber up to the top rope and stand with one foot placed on either side of the turnbuckle. She makes a threatening gesture to the dazed psychopath before jumping; thrusting her feet out in front of her as she falls gracefully back to the ring mat. The soles of her boots crush Rhaps’ lungs in his chest and he tumbles backwards. The back of his skull and his back careen into the steel ring steps that loom behind the ring post and the Englishman’s blood curdling screeches of agony sends a collective shudder down the spines of the fans in the front rows, most of them being thankful that it isn’t them experiencing such trauma. Envy’s landing by comparison was much softer and she is quickly back to her feet and laughing maniacally at the broken form of her rival gladiator laid out on the hellish structure. An idea forms in the twisted mind of the New Zealand Native and her smile grows ever wider. She scales atop the turnbuckle and looms ominously above Rhaps, her outstretched arms offering her greater balance as she glares menacingly at the maniac superstar’s still writhing form. Envy bunches her leg muscles and throws herself into a forward flip, crashing onto the stab happy superstar. The reigning champion rolls off Rhaps and stands to one side. His cries of pain are music to the Covetous Cunt’s ears as he slides off the steel steps and lands in a foetal position at her feet.

The Tyrannical title holder mocks Rhaps’ suffering as she places her hands on her hips and taps her foot impatiently. The challenger’s answering groan causes her to throw her head back and let out a deep throaty laugh while the in ring official is hovering nearby. He throws his hands up and counts one. This snaps Envy back to attention as she realises the match could very well end here with both of them being counted out and she still had dastardly plans to put into motion. The Englishman feels her long spindly fingers wrapping around his follicles as she hoists his contorted frame to his feet. The fight has all but left Rhaps. He clenches his eyes shut in a vain attempt to drive the pain out of his body as the devious diva wraps her arms about him and lifting the bigger man above her head in yet another incredible display of power and grace. The Safety Ranger’s limbs dangle uselessly beneath him while Aryana Renfield has him held tightly in her mighty talons. He remains held thusly for a few more moments before his tormentor throws him back onto the ring steps with an audible clang and an accompanying shriek of abject defeat. Envy laughs even harder this time while Rhaps begins to drift into a stupor once more, the once renowned veteran having been repeatedly crushed and brutalised by this terror.

JP: Envy has just destroyed Rhaps for the third time in this match and he’s beginning to look worse for wear. I don’t see how Rhaps can beat this woman. She’s had an answer for everything he has thrown at her and her assault has left him completely vulnerable.

Ray: How dare you say such slanderous things Jimmy! Rhaps got back into this match once and he can do it again.

TBCB Envy