Rhaps vs Bruce Adrian Aftermath

[Rhaps]

The roar of the fans has reached tumultuous heights as the two ring warriors scramble back to their feet once again. The Rhapsitastic One grins maliciously and sees his knife lying strewn on the canvas, the weapon having never come into play thanks to Bruiser Bruce’s efforts of countering it successfully. The Englishman suddenly drops into a forward roll and grabs the infamous blade. This causes the Chicago Hit-Man to pause in his steps and a strategy to counter this begins to form rapidly in the fore-front of his mind. However it is too little, too late as the Beast Unleashed charges headlong towards his opponent, the blade of the knife whistling through the air before scything into Bruce’s exposed flesh. His blood curdling cries of anguish causes an inward shudder from the various members of the crowd. The Heavy Hitter gazes at the deep gash on his right bicep muscle and he cups it almost protectively, retreating a few steps and creating some distance between himself and the evil Decimation Champion. Rhaps’ grotesque visage is twisted into a snarl as he approaches his prey.

The SIC Monster tucks the blade in his pocket and he drops to the canvas, his palms flat on the ring mat before he locks his eyes onto a still wailing Bruce Adrian. The debutant looks up with enough time to see the middleweight sprinting towards his shoulder first before the Englishman’s clavicle is rammed into his solar plexus. The impact from the spear robs Bruce Adrian of the air in his lungs and he wheezes, pain stabbing him with every intake of breath. He clenches his eyes shut whilst a fired up Rhapsitastic One stands back to his feet, clearly not finished playing with his victim and his malicious laughter is heard once again. The newest signee to EVPW remains inert as the Canterbury Carver takes his foot in his iron grip and holds it for a few seconds. In the next instant Rhaps torques his limb at the knee and bends it back on itself before throwing his sly frame over the heavyweight, doing his utmost to loop his arm around Bruce’s head. Many in the crowd recognise the move the Decimation Champion is trying to reply.

JP: Rhaps is trying to lock Bruce Adrian into a submission hold and this could be the end of the match right here. He doesn’t use it very often but when he does it usually has a devastating effect Rhaps’ opponent. We will have to see if Bruce has an answer for it.

Ray: Of course he doesn’t Jimmy. This is Rhaps we’re talking about here. He’s got the victory sewn up and he’s about to prove why he’s the Decimation Champion and why that slut Envy should stay out of the ring.

The Chicago Native’s screams are music to the Englishman’s ears as his Nudgemission finisher submission hold is successfully applied. The pain intensifies with every second the manoeuvre is locked in and Bruce’s squeals of agony increase in pitch and length. The zebra shirted official overs nearby, constantly asking the newcomer whether he would like to submit or not and each time the referee is rebuffed with a shake of the bigger man’s head. Rhaps licks his lips hungrily and he pulls back on Bruce Adrian’s neck even more which causes a fresh torrent of agony to be screamed at the Chicago Native y every synapse in his body. This continues for what must feel like an eternity. Bruce’s hand hovers over the ring mat and he is only able to withstand the punishment for a few more seconds before he begins tapping wildly. Psychosocial by Slipknot begins playing around the arena and Rhaps lets go of the Nudgemission hold, standing back to a vertical base while Lizzie Morna steps forward to make the announcement.

Lizzie: Here is your winner as a result of a submission! Rhaps!

Rhaps’ entrance music continues to thunder around the building and the Englishman throws his hand up into the air triumphantly, his blood soaked knife in his grip. Many of the parents in the audience try to shield their children’s eyes from the display in a vain attempt to protect whatever innocence they might have left after watching some of EVPW’s house shows and PPVs. The Beast Unleashed is more than happy to bask in his hour of victory for a few minutes, not feeling any particular hurry to vacate the squared circle. Rhaps does this for a few more seconds before signalling a stage hand and motioning for him to bring something over. He is quick to understand and a microphone is thrown to the SIC Monster who catches it easily with one hand. This is soon followed by the Decimation Championship title belt and the newly minted champion places it in pride of place on his shoulder before speaking into the microphone.

Rhaps: Are you surprised at who won this match? Really, were you idiots expecting Bruce Adrian to really put up a challenge be able to stop the juggernaut that is the Beast Unleashed. This is what Rhapsy knew was always going to happen. What you witnessed here tonight was a statement of Rhaps’ domination. He came back not too long ago and in that time he won the King of the Deathmatch Championship, beating Vlad in the process. After that he then defeated the supposedly undefeatable Envy and claimed the Decimation Championship in the process in his very first attempt. That harlot threw everything she had at the Safety Ranger and it wasn’t enough as did Vlad and Jaggeroth and so many countless others.

Nobody poses a significant threat and the era of the Beast will reign supreme in this federation for an age. So Envy and Carson and this pitiful Alliance can play all the games that they want but in the end they will just end up as yet more victims of the SIC Monster. When they lie defeated with Rhaps’ name on their lips they will know that the Decimation Championship belongs with the Carver and they will never be enough to possess it.

Rhaps throws the microphone to the ground, an audible thud accompanying it. The reigning Decimation Champion reverts back to his self-adoration as he lifts the title belt aloft over his pate and gazes up at it. The myriad of fans begin to shower him with boos but he merely ignores this. Rhaps’ self-aggrandisement has reached a new plateau as he blocks out everything else around it since, as of this moment, the Decimation Championship was the most important prize of his career.

TBCB They Know Who.

[Envy]

Unbeknownst to the reveling Rhapsitasmic One, a silence blankets the arena, the audience rendered mute due to a surprising newcomer to the scene. Envy wriggles free from the swarm of fans, removing a trench coat and blonde wig to reveal her wrestling garb beneath, then tossing both into the crowd. Moving fluidly The New Zealand Terror slips one leg after another over the barrier. Aryana grins devilishly whilst bringing her pointer finger up to her plump lips in a gesture to the spectators to remain silent and they comply with her wishes despite themselves.

Renfield's face brightens as she recalls a forgotten something, turning back to the barrier and bending over the top of the hedge to retrieve her apparatus on the other side. The devious diva’s talons entrap the object of her desires and she straightens before whirling around with a folded chair in hand. Initially, the onlookers seem to be trapped in a stupor, unsure of how to react due to their distaste for both superstars and so the silence continues. Ever the opportunist, The Covetous Cunt chooses to utilize the favorable circumstances, slithering toward the squared circle whilst gazing hungrily upon Rhaps as he continues basking in yet another victory. The Queen of Mean's vision narrows on the title belt and her features pinch as the bitter taste of jealousy floods her mouth like a glass of lemon juice.

JP: “What’s this? Envy’s snuck into the arena! She’s got a weapon in hand and it looks like she plans to use it on the ill prepared superstar!”

Ray: “Oh no! Rhapsy! Look out, the green giant’s gonna get you!”

Envy carefully inserts the chair into the battle enclosure before hooking her talons into the ring’s edge and sliding beneath the elastic arms herself. The hair on the back of Rhaps’ neck stands on end, his body signaling the delirious victor of impending doom, and his peepers immediately dart in Envy’s Direction. The devious diva gives him a playful wink before launching from her crouched position on the canvas and slamming the unrelenting chair into the ice cream eater’s face. Rhaps is thrown off his axis and collaspes to the ground face up.

With the stab happy Englishman flopping on the mat like a fish out of water, Aryana sneers and raises the terrible seat high above her head before bringing it down on his prone belly. The stab happy Englishman howls in anguish, his hands moving from his face to his stomach to sooth the agony there. Unfortunately when he goes to clutch his aching abdomen The Queen of Mean gives his chin a firm upward whack with the metal chair. The aerialist's head jerks back and then lulls forward limply. A gurgled groan followed by a pleasing trickle of crimson liquid brings a contented smile to Envy’s face. She gives his ribs a powerful kick and is satisfied to see he has been pacified by the onslaught.

Giggling like a giddy school girl The Covetous Cunt grabs The Canterbury Carver by his messy mane, hoisting him to a vertical base, hoping to bring their little interlude to an end. However, it seems The Slice-o-Matic 9000 has other plans, releasing a defiant war cry before raising his trusty blade and preparing to plunge it into Ms. Renfield’s supple flesh. Unfortunately, he only manages to lightly prick her collar and give her shoulder a nasty scratch as the poisonous bitch knocks his hand away, sending the knife tumbling across the floor. She wiggles her finger disapprovingly and she clicks her tongue, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

JP: “Oh my God, this is just ridiculous and completely unsportsman like behavior. Envy bludgeons Rhaps with the metal chair and now she’s knocked his only hope for retaliation out of reach.”

The green eyed monster then cocks her fist back and slams it into Rhaps’ face, but before he can fall back she ensnares the back of his neck to halt his retreat. The New Zealand Terror smirks playfully at her foe before depositing his head between her thighs, then giving her them a firm smack, and hooking his arms. Verdant orbs scan the sea of writhing bodies, searching for affirmation, but finding only resounding hate within the spectators which further infuriates the diva. She roars like a lioness before releasing her rival’s limbs and driving the face of The SIC Maniac into the metal chair. The fans cringe as the sound of his mug kissing the steel chair fills the room and when the dust clears Aryana brings herself to her feet. 

With The Rhapsitasmic One enfeebled and The Tyrannical Twat eager to bring their encounter to a memorable close, she saunters over to retrieve his precious blade. Envy scoops the knife up from the canvas and returns to the ice cream eaters side. The Auckland Native grabs a hand full of his sweat moistened mane and jerks his head back so that he is staring up at her. The bridge of his nose has been opened by the ruthless steel implement he had been unceremoniously introduced to just moments before. Aryana wastes no time, bringing the edge of the weapon to his cheek and carving into the flesh of his face like a calligraphy pen on paper, “I am carving an E into you to signify Envy, Rhaps, because when you look at me… We both know that’s what you truly feel; Envy that you can only hope and dare to dream to do what I achieve with a mere thought. I’m tired of you fucking twats leaving your signatures on my body like some kind of autograph book, now it’s mama’s turn,” she digs the blade into his cheek to emphasize her statement and The Canterbury Carver yowls in response, “You pulled off a fluke win and marked me with an R like an animal! Now, I mark you to show you how inadequate you are and how you failed to overpower me in that match. I want you to remember me... Always…. I will have that belt back, I won’t rest until this aspiration is achieved and you have been left in ruin.”

With a satiated smile like a well fed feline, she throws the ice cream eater’s implement out of his reach, releases him from her grasp and makes to leave the gladiatorial stage.

TBCB Rhaps or EOT

[Rhaps]

The demented diva has a smirk plastered across his flawless visage and she is clearly proud of herself as she walks over to the ring ropes nearest to her. A noise from behind causes Envy to stop in her tracks and gaze back at the broken form of the Rhapsitastic One who is still lying supine on the canvas. However, instead of the wounded animal that the former Decimation champion was expecting she is presented with the site of the Englishman laughing maniacally, the blood continuing to drip from the deep facial gashes that the Kiwi had all been too happy to rend into his supple flesh. Rhaps’ manic laughter chills the bones of the fans in the crowd and they remain silent. There is something almost haunting about the Safety Ranger should be utterly defeated but his demeanour is anything but that of a broken man. The Anzac Assassin glares at her prey and her eyes are aflame with nothing but pure loathsome hatred for the man that robbed her of her title and her unblemished record, perhaps causing self-doubt to enter the deeper recesses of her depraved mind. The stab happy veteran is now in a seated position and he is able to retrieve the discarded microphone.

That’s it Envy! Release your anger and hatred; release that depravity and that suffering until it quenches every sensation. Let it consume you and leave nothing but an imperfect husk. You are more like Rhaps than you would care to admit and you know that despite everything you say and do it will never be enough. You do not have the resolve to reclaim your title or to defeat the Rhapsitastic One but you are on your way. All you have to do is let the monster out and you will be truly imperfect; a true specimen of horror and chaos.

Rhaps lowers the microphone as his laughter builds up once again and he raises his hand to his swollen cheek. Blood still seeps from the gash in his face and he eyes his crimson smeared palm hungrily. Envy looks almost sickened when the Decimation Champion puts his hand to his mouth and licks it up like he’s devouring the tastiest of meals and his blood streaked teeth look truly gruesome as he belts out more unhinged laughter. The New Zealand Terror’s brow creases in anger and her emotions well up once more for the entire world to see.

Here’s the truth though Envy. You may have potential but you lack the focus and drive to follow Rhaps on this course that you have begun and you will never have enough to complete it. Tell yourself whatever lies to help you through the day because the fact remains that you lost and in spite of all of your blustering and all your offense it all amounted to a loss. You may have dominated the match but you weren’t intelligent enough to make the pinfall when you had the chance and it cost you. Rhaps weathered everything you threw at him and you couldn’t handle a simple little roll up pin. If you want to know who is to blame for losing your championship then you need only to look in a mirror.

Rhaps casts the microphone to one side and he sneers condescendingly at the former champion. In spite of the beating he has taken the Safety Ranger locks eyes with the fiery diva and his face is a mask of resolve, unflinching and unyielding into the knife strewn glare that is cast back in his direction. The Englishman raises both hands and beckons for Envy to finish what she started, daring her to see if she had enough hatred in her.

TBCB Envy

[Envy]

The Queen of Mean’s features contort into a perfect depiction of abhorrence and rage; one can almost see the steam rising from her ears like a tea kettle while the whites of her eyes turn red. With a ferocious growl her arm lurches to her side, fingers gesturing in a come hither curl. Lizzie Morna complies instantly to The New Zealand Terror’s unspoken command, depositing a microphone into Aryana’s outstretched hand. A gracious smile is all the ring announcer requires from the diva before returning to the safety outside of the battle arena. Envy’s features relax thanks to the brief interaction with the lovable Miss Morna, fury melting away like a piece of ice on a summer’s day. With a sigh she raises the microphone to her lips, “Who could have predicted Richard Adam Parsons would insult my intelligence, do you ever get tired of that one? Very original. If that’s what YOU need to do to retain your pride concerning your victory, far be it for me to correct you. In truth, I pity you. In fact, I want to help you realize YOUR potential Rhaps… Or lack there of.”

The Covetous Cunt chuckles and runs her fingers through her emerald tresses, “You’re a serf, a slave to your thirst for blood; without any true path or defined desire aside from destruction. Can’t you see that chaos is a fruitless endeavor? None the less, this is my realm. Unlike you I have dreams and aspirations to be met in this federation and a path in mind to take me there. Unfortunately, you have proven yourself to be a rather irritating and persistent obstacle on my road to glory. For that reason, I will not rest until you’re destroyed.” 

On that note she hurls the mic toward Rhaps, aiming for his despicable visage. The media device comes whirling toward his head and the ice cream eater bats it to the side, the feedback assaulting the ears of the inhabitants of the gymnasium like nails one a chalk board. Rhaps laughs uproariously at the sad attempt, but his cackling is brought to an abrupt halt as The New Zealand Terror spears him and they tumble to the ground. Envy immediately straddles her downed rival and begins reigning punches upon his upturned face. She then buries her fingers into his eye sockets, smiling as he claws and pounds on her muscular arms, “I’m nothing like you, a psychotic dag with only the cold steel of your blade to keep you warm at night. You’re like a feral cat, better left dead least you procreate or spread your disease. I am not, nor do I have any desire to be ‘imperfect’ like you. I am perfection incarnate, a honed weapon of destru-“

Finally, one of The SIC Maniacs flailing limbs hits its mark, his closed fist smashing into the sinful siren’s jaw and dislodging her from his body. The aerialist promptly jumps to his feet to dart for the cables of the squared circle. Unfortunately, as he rebounds from the ropes and comes hurtling back to exact his revenge, Renfield greets him with a spinning back fist to the face. Rhaps rockets back from the blow, landing face up on the mat. As he prepares to rise to meet his enemy once again his face is immediately smothered by the sole of The Covetous Cunt’s boot, the diva twisting ruthlessly upon her footrest before bounding toward the ring ropes. She bounces off of the elastic arms and launches into the air before slamming her outstretched leg into his abdomen. Aryana then brings herself to a vertical base, pulling her prize up from the mat with her.

With an amused giggle she steadies the wobbly wrestler on his feet in front of her. Envy then tucks his head into her arm pit before singling his right arm over her shoulder, the audience scooting to the edge of their seats in anticipation. The green eyed monster gazes into the torrent of fans, her tongue making a sultry sweep of her upper lip. Ms Renfield's talons suddenly ensnare her foe’s nether region, squeezing mercilessly and causing a snarl to tear through the trap of the ice cream eater. The Auckland Assassin proceeds to hoist her opponent into the air, fluidly transitioning her hands so that his form balances high above her head like the title belt he had held aloft only moments ago. With a mighty roar she hurls her rival into the turnbuckle, Rhaps smashing into the top of the pole with such force that he then tumbles over the top and onto the steel steps below.

The utterance of the collusion sends a chill up the spines of the spectators, a collective grimace shuttering through the sea of bodies accompanied by a sympathetic gasp. Envy retrieves the discarded steel chair and saunters toward the turn buckle with a serene smile gracing her face. She ascends the corner and gazes down upon the prone SIC Maniac hungrily before launching from her perch. The dastardly diva folds her legs beneath her and holds the chair firmly against her calves. A crack like thunder on a stormy night causes the inhabitants of the gymnasium to cover their ears and gnash their teeth, the weight of the Amazon and the inexorable metal crashing into the helpless EVPW legend. A blood curdling scream rips through the chest of the stab happy Englishman before the corners of his vision grow progressively black and the buzzing of the arena dulls, “Do you still think I lack the focus and drive to surmount you? Hmmm?”

Her face brightens as she realizes he is slowly slipping into unconsciousness and the diva delivers a firm slap across the male wrestlers face, “Just one more thing before you go to Slumberland Rhapsy,” she pulls him to his feet and tosses him under the elastic arms of the battle square effortlessly. Envy follows after her prey, crawling on all fours toward the ice cream eater and scooping up his beloved blade once more on her approach. The New Zealand Terror sits upon The Canterbury Carver’s midsection, “A simple letter isn’t enough for you obviously, how rude of me. I’ll give you my name, across your chest so you’ll always remember who decimated who.”

The blade kisses his flesh in a sweet symphony of desperate screams, Rhaps feebly struggling to cease the scarification to no avail. Once her work has been completed, gruesome trenches having been sliced aptly into his skin to spell out the diva’s name, she discards the blade a safe distance from the quickly fading beast. Aryana returns her attention to The Rhapsitastic One, her tongue slipping out from between her lips mockingly and she gives him a wink, “who’s my bitch?”

Before he can respond she presses her fingers to her lips and gives them a kiss before depositing them on his lips, effectively ceasing their movement. Envy then lurches from her seat, giving his aching ribs a firm ruthless kick before prancing to the ropes. She catches sight of the belt and her eyes flash angrily. The Covetous Cunt snatches the object that had once been hers from the ground, deposits a generous helping of saliva upon its face, and tosses it on top of its inert owner. Renfield then darts under the cables and walks up the ramp, offering up a few choice words to the hissing masses as she exits the gymnasium. 


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