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Post by Vladimir Strife on Feb 25, 2015 14:59:39 GMT -4
Due March 3rd by 6PM Pacific/9PM Eastern
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Post by Vladimir Strife on Mar 4, 2015 22:58:21 GMT -4
Extended to March 10th, 6PM Pacific/9PM Eastern
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Post by Kasabian Stalker on Mar 10, 2015 0:07:49 GMT -4
When the last of Kasabian's entrance theme fades out and the referee finally has the pair both standing in the ring, the sheer vulgarity of the match ahead had begun to make sense. Kasabian stood in one corner of the ring, his oiled up skin glinting in the sunlight like a pervert's wink. Trading in the usual tight trunks for a pair of equally as tight leather pants, the Pervert looks practically bursting at the seams to get the contest under way. He licks his lips as he looks over at Kahlan, the Ladder Queen eyeing up an array of toys that look as if they could be straight out of her own playpen. Scattered around the ring are a set of handcuffs, a variety of whips, paddles and riding crops and enough chains and ropes to fasten a ship to a wharf. The toys each look sinister in their own right, the type of sinister that makes the dirty little voice inside one's body practically giddy with taboo pleasure.
By the time the bell is finally called for, both Kasabian and Kahlan look suitably rearing to go.
Ray White: This is not the first time that Kasabian Stalker has faced off against the opposite sex. Let's hope that this match remains a little less risqué than his encounter with Wolverina a few years back.
Jimmy Pate: You know the Pervert as well as I Ray... Look around you, look at how this ring has been set up. That is simply not going to happen. What are EVPW management thinking? They are practically egging the sick freak on.
Ray White: Well, sex sells you know. The pair collide for the first time in an official match, locking horns near the centre of the ring. What starts out as a simple Collar-and-Elbow tie soon turns into a symbol of just how this match is going to go tonight, as the stronger of the pair, Kasabian Stalker, lets himself get easily overpowered by the diva. When KaHLaN pushes forward to try and get the upper hand, The Pervert allows her in, pressing his body up against hers to give her the upper hand and him his first pelvis-to-pelvis contact of the night. He is still smiling when KaHLaN simply flicks her angelic hips and drops him to the mat with a Hip Toss like a sack of old potatoes.
Kasabian is still smiling in euphoria when KaHLaN pounces on him, laying into the Pervert's cheeks with a series of brutal slaps that can be heard echoing around the arena. Each slap is accompanied with a resounding "Oooooh" from the crowd as 'Little K' vents her anger on the dirty scumbag underneath her.
Her slapping comes to an abrupt end, however, when KaHLaN sits bolt upright. Still on top of Stalker's body, she looks down in horror towards the hem of Kasabian's tight leather pants. All of her slapping and manhandling of him had led to a rather inevitable 'response' from Stalker. A look of horror and disgust washed over the face of the Ladder Queen. In a flash, she was on her feet again, putting as much distance between her and Stalker as possible.Jimmy Pate: What the hell happened there? One moment, KaHLaN is laying into the Pervert, giving him hell. The next...
Ray White: I believe she felt a shift in the polar ice caps.Jimmy Pate: The polar... what? I don;t believe there was anything 'icy' about that encounter. It looked like Kasabian was enjoying himself quite a lot, heating up if anything.Ray White: Yes... Heating up enough to move the 'south pole'?Jimmy Pate: Oh, God... There is an image I just didn't need.Thankfully, help is on hand for KaHLaN... literally. Arming herself with a particularly long riding crop, she turns back towards the Pervert, who is aiming his own weapon in her direction, threatening to burst through the seams of his tighter-than-what-we-would-like-to-see leather pants.
She comes out swinging, catching Stalker across the shoulder with the riding crop before he is able to make his feet properly. A second strike to the same spot leaves a nice long red welt on his oily skin, but not enough to cut the Pervert's flesh at all. Kasabian puts up a hand to block the third strike, and when it does follow, he manages to catch the end of the crop in his hand and hold on for dear life. Having his hands occupied with the riding crop leaves other areas of his body undefended; KaHLaN simply takes advantage of the opening to send a message to the dirty Pervert. Angling her foot upwards, she takes the snakes and ladders that adorn her tights and drills them upwards, kicking Kasabian directly in the family jewels. The Perverted One keels over, dropping the riding crop before falling to his knees with his hands in between his legs. The brutal Groin Kick is enough to have every male in attendance dry retching in empathetic agony for the Pervert.
KaHLaN has the Pervert on his knees before her, practically kissing her boots as he tries to suck some oxygen back into his lungs. With her riding crop like a ceremonial knighting sword, she taps the Pervert on his shoulder, enough to lift his head. With the end of the crop resting under his chin, she lifts it upwards until his eyes meet hers. Then she blows him a kiss before swinging the riding crop so that it catches him across the cheek. The slap of riding crop meeting cheek echoes out louder than any of the slaps before, bringing another gasp from the crowd while Stalker falls sideways, lifeless and discarded.
Jimmy Pate: I guess Kasabian Stalker was just taught a lesson about respecting ladies.
Ray White: And what lesson would that be? that they are unstable, vengeful animals? The entire lot of them?Jimmy Pate: Your words Ray, not mine. I'm not suicidal enough to make a claim like that live on air.Ray White: Needless to say, Kasabian has had his bell rung in every way possible. Perhaps coming into this match with a smile and a sense of perverted joy was a mistake after all.KaHLaN tosses the riding crop aside, on account of it bent to breaking point on Kasabian's cheek. Feeling the momentum of the match shift in her favour, she takes to the outside of the ring, looking for the most effective weapon at drawing blood from the Pervert's body. She cared not how much she spilt, as long as the shades of crimson liquid flowed before the night was through. Quickly eyeing up a leather whip, the Ladder Queen wastes no time in snatching it up from its resting place in front of the commentary desk, giving the crowd a great show as she bends over to pick it up. Examining it in her fingers, she smiles to herself. The whip, made from leather, has a series of barbs and nuts attached to the end of the leather tails. She nods to herself in approval as she rolls back into the ring.
Once in the ring, KaHLaN stands up and turns around, directly into the waiting boot of the Pervert. He floors her with a Big Boot the looks set to rearrange her face. He whip, filled with such potential, simply soars into the air and drops to the mat, resting just underneath the turnbuckle.
Kasabian lifts her up, groggy as she is and stands KaHLaN to her feet. Unable to resist, the Perverted One quickly runs his hands over her body, paying particular attention to the chest and buttocks of his dazed victim. It is enough to bring the smile back to his face, albeit with a large red mark donning his cheek to remind him of KaHLaN's wrath. Once finished copping a feel, Kasabian hoists her up again, lifting her into a Powerslam position. Charging off across the ring, he proceeds to drop the Ladder Queen onto the nearest turnbuckle head first. The Snake Eyes connects and sees 'Little K' kiss the turnbuckle before bouncing off and stepping back towards her attacker unknowingly. Stalker once again pushes his leather-clad pelvis into her and presses her back first into the turnbuckle. He proceeds to gyrate his hips into hers, spreading his mixture of baby oil and sweat onto her skin in the process.
By the time Kasabian has finished toying with her, KaHLaN looks as if she is coming to. Kasabian notices as well and lifts her up once more into a Cradle position. With KaHLaN's body pressed that closely to his, Kasabian takes a deep breath and breathes her in. He uses both hands to add insult to injury, slapping her on the behind and cupping both cheeks while holding her close in his Pervert's Cradle. Only when he exhales does the Pervert execute his move, drilling her into the canvas just shy of the turnbuckle with a venomous Cradle DDT.Ray White: Oh my goodness. This is really beginning to heat up. Kasabian is turning to the Pervert's Cradle. He is really doing his best to enjoy picking KaHLaN apart.Jimmy Pate: Unfortunately, this is what Kasabian does best. He is relentless, unpredictable and prepared to venture where nobody else would. However, in the case of somebody as aesthetically pleasing as KaHLaN, I would suggest that he wouldn't be the only person on the roster keen to sniff her in.Ray White: Just the one with balls big enough to actually do it... Then drill her head first into the mat for good measure. It's all foreplay to our favourite Pervert.Jimmy Pate: Favourite only because he is our only one. I wouldn't read too much into that title.With his opponent lying in a crumpled heap underneath the turnbuckle, Kasabian goes on a search of his own. However, unlike the Ladder Queen, who sought out weapons that would be most economical in succeeding, Kasabian has an entirely different criteria up his sleeve. He looks out around the sea of smutty toys that had been brought to the ring, looking for something very specific. Not seeing anything that matches his plan, Kasabian leaps from the ring and proceeds to crawl on his hands and knees towards the ring apron. Lifting it, his face lights up with glee. The Perverted One reaches under the ring and retrieves his prize.
With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, Kasabian straps on what he had found. A simple black collar, with a connection to fasten a dog leash on the front. He smiles as he clicks the end of a long chain in place on the front of the collar, before pulling the rest of the chain up from its confines under the ring. On the other end of the chain, already fastened, is a second collar identical to the one Kasabian had strapped onto himself. Rolling back into the ring, Kasabian lifts the Demonised Angel to her feet with a single hand to the throat. Squeezing tightly enough to hear her gasp for air, he lets go only long enough to wrap the collar around her neck. The chain is long enough that the pair have about six feet of space in between them, but nevertheless, they are attached at the neck. Where one goes, the other must inevitably follow.
With a smile, Kasabian wrenches on the chain and pulls KaHLaN forward. The movement knocks her off balance and she topples to her hands and knees, but Kasabian continues to pull on the chain. She has no choice but to crawl along after Kasabian, a humiliating march around the ring that parades her as his pet for all to see. Once he had done an entire lap of the ring with her trailing behind him, Kasabian turns without warning and wraps the entire length of chain around KaHLaN's neck. He moves so quickly that the Demonised Angel had not even seen him come. Before she knew what had hit her, the Pervert once again had her gasping for air as the tight chain threatened to choke the very life from her lungs.Ray White: Now, this is looking like something from my dreams... only KaHLaN is a hunk and neither of them are dressed at all.Jimmy Pate: That sounds like something from my nightmares.Ray White: Well, if Kasabian Stalker gets any more excited, his tight leather pants may not hold up and your nightmare might just become a reality when we are introduced once again to 'Little K...'Jimmy Pate: I thought KaHLaN was 'Little K'?Ray White: Intentional that she would name herself after Kasabian's penis, or just a happy accident?TBC Little K
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