Double Stip - Skull vs. Cronus

[Vladimir Strife]

Due March 3rd by 6PM Pacific/9PM Eastern

[Skull]

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Falls Count Anywhere, I Quit match! Introducing first, from The Inferno, weighing in at 213lbs, “The Nightmare Warrior” Skull!”

The Crowd let out a chorus of boos as the haunting sounds of The Horrors signal the second appearance of the night for Skull, or so it seems. After about 30 seconds, with no appearance from The Hellion, the music abruptly stops and the ButcherTron flickers to life, showing Skull in the parking lot. He stands on top of a car with a kendo stick in one hand and a microphone in the other.

“Oi, Baron Samedi. Don’t bother coming down to the ring, I won’t be there. This is a falls count anywhere match, so you tell that bloody great oaf of yours to come and meet me in the parking lot.”

Ray: Well, on the plus side this means the crowd won’t have to actually be in the same room as Skull. I hope this Cronus guy really beats him up.

JP: This is a double stipulation match. Each competitor was given the chance to add one stipulation to the match. Skull decided to make it a falls count anywhere match, while Cronus, via the translation of Lafayette De Bourg, chose to make this an I Quit match.

Ray: What kind of man willingly enters into an I Quit match? In his first ever match?!

JP: I guess we’re about to find out. Let’s not forget that Skull has said he will leave EVPW if he loses this match. So if he says the words “I Quit”, he won’t just be quitting the match, he’ll be quitting EVPW forever.

Ray: Looks like something good may come out of this match then.

Finally, the door to the parking lot bursts open and the hulking titan known as Cronus enters the room, followed as always by his manager Lafayette De Bourg. Even atop his platform Skull was little height advantage over the towering behemoth and as De Bourg’s silent assassin marches steadily closer, The Nightmare Warrior subconsciously takes a step backward. Though his face is hidden behind his mask, one can assume he definitely isn’t smiling.
As Cronus looms ever closer, Skull plans his attack and decides to go back to his roots, tossing the kendo stick aside, and prepares an aerial assault. He bends his knees and jumps off the roof of the car, throwing his entire body at the monster, hoping to take the big man off his feet with a cross body. Unluckily for Skull, the move doesn’t have any effect and he merely lands in the goliath’s arms. Knowing that this is the last place he wants to be, Skull desperately struggles to break free but his attempts are in vain as his opponent’s grip is just too strong. 
Looking to end this match quickly, Cronus lifts Skull high above his head then, in a scene reminiscent of Bane breaking Batman’s back, he slams The Hellion down onto his knee. A collective wince can be heard from the crowd, who are watching the action on the ButcherTron. They may not like Skull’s new attitude but they certainly feel for him at the moment.

JP: God Almighty, that was brutal. He damn near broke Skull in half.

Ray: This man is just... well... he’s not even a man. He’s a monster. If I were Skull I’d quit right now. Otherwise he’s going to end up in a wheelchair.

As Cronus towers over the broken body of his opponent, his face is a blank canvas. No remorse, no regret, not even a smile. His manager, by contrast, stands by his side clapping and nodding his approval. Sensing that the match is over, the referee sheepish walks over to Skull. He crouches down and pushes the microphone toward the fallen warrior’s mouth. From beneath the leather mask, a few muffled noises can be heard when suddenly...

CRACK!

Out of nowhere, a kendo stick is wrapped across the exposed back of the Viking. The weapon’s owner, quite astonishingly, is none other than Skull!

Ray: What the Hell?! Where did? How did? I think I’m seeing double, Jimmy. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine before we went of air.

JP: That sneaky bastard! He used a decoy. He must have been lying in wait this whole time. Mind you, there’s nothing in the rules against this. There are no disqualifications in an “I Quit” match.

The Barbarian Brute lets out a roar of pain, a large diagonal weal now visible across the width of his back. Enraged, he turns around to face his real opponent but before he can even react, Skull viciously swings the kendo stick again, this time connecting with the side of the Titan’s head. The blow is enough to send the big man down to one knee but certainly not enough to take him out of commission. Sensing that he needs to either go hard or go home, Skull raises the stick above his head then violently brings it down from 12 to 6, connecting hard with the dome of the Scandinavian’s head.
The sickening collision not only causes the stick split a little, but also causes another gasp from crowd, some horrified but others excited at the violence on display. Back in the parking lot, Cronus’ eyes roll into the back of his head and he begins to rock, like a giant redwood about to be felled. Slowly but surely the Viking timbers forward, but retains just enough wherewithal to put his hands out, preventing himself from hitting the concrete face-first.
Wondering what on earth he has to do the put the man down, Skull takes hold of the kendo stick at both ends, then brings it down over the back of his opponent’s neck, breaking the weapon in half in the process. This, it seems, is enough to finally floor the big man, who lets out a groan as his body crumples onto the concrete. Skull, now left with half a kendo stick in each hand, throws one aside then pounces on his temporarily incapacitated opponent. Dropping down to his knees, just inches from Cronus’ head, Skull rolls him over onto his back then, with a look of absolute malice, he begins to jab the Barbaric Behemoth in the forehead with the splintered end of the kendo stick. Within seconds a river of blood, which is so symbolic to Cronus and his master, begins to meander its way down the big man’s face.

Ray: This one got ugly fast, Jimmy. Cronus is wearing a crimson mask.

JP: We saw last week in their vignette how important blood is to Cronus and De Bourg. I don’t think they’ll take kindly to Skull drawing first blood here.

The referee cautiously enters the fray, brandishing a microphone toward Cronus and asking him if he wants to continue. Rather than answering the question, the Tromsø native lets out a guttural cry and, to the shock of his opponent, begins to get back up to his feet. Wanting nothing more to do with the monster, Skull begins to retreat but soon finds his back against the cold concrete wall and an angry Viking advancing toward him. As if by some miracle, The Hellion gets a reprieve when his decoy emerges from the shadows, leaping off the roof of a nearby car and landing on the back of the goliath. The decoy wraps his arms around Cronus’ head, either attempting to obscure his vision or just failing to lock on a decent chokehold. Either way, his assault does little more than anger the already irate beast, and in one fluid motion, Cronus grabs the decoy by the head and throws him over his head, slamming the imposter down hard onto the roof of a car bearing the number plate “B0ZZ 1”
The windows of Devin Bozz’s pride and joy shatter on impact and the alarm, very reminiscent of the Right to Censor theme immediately kicks into action. With the decoy dealt with, Cronus turns around to face his real opponent, only to find that Skull has completely vanished. A quick scan of the parking lot reveals The Nightmare Warrior scarpering out through a side door, looking to put as much space between him and his opponent as possible. Cronus immediately begins chase, followed as always by De Bourg. On his way out, the witch doctor’s foot kicks a small object and sends it clattering across the concrete. Looking down, Lafayette discovers it is in fact Skull’s cherished shrunken head necklace. Picking the necklace up, he studies it for a second, before stuffing it into his jacket pocket and hurriedly following his client out of the door. Before cutting to the next location of this epic fight, the camera hovers over to Devin Bozz’s car once again, to give a lingering, parting shot of Skull’s hapless decoy, lying unconscious in a dent the shape of his own body.

TBC

[Vladimir Strife]

Match extended 24 hours

[cronus]

Skull's cowardly retreat serves as little more than a momentary reprieve as the titan closes in on his location. The giant Norwegian locks eyes with his much smaller foe as they find themselves in a narrow corridor, just the two of them no manager and no doppelganger. The sacred blood of the beast trickles down his forehead from the vicious wound that the priest of helland inflicted on him. Despite the crimson mask partially obscuring his vision, the giant is firmly focused on his new found enemy marching towards him with purpose. Each step strikes fear into his smaller opponent as it well should for the malicious monstrosity now held violent rage in his heart. With just a few strides between the two warriors, the Tromso native wiped the blood from his wound using his wrist band to clear his eyes. The crowd in the arena were on the edge of their seats as the butchertron transmitted the impending violence to the gymnasium.  


Jimmy

Jimmy “Well the two of them are trapped now; hopefully this contest will really kick off.” 
Ray

 “I just hope these two hunks make it out of this contest, I don’t want my skully wully to have to retire but that is one hunk of man he’s facing.” 

Skull throws a series of wild kicks at the titan just as the Butchertron cuts the feed leaving the crowd in a state of anxiety. Static fills the screen but none of those matters to Cronus as he fights through the lashing blows that land on his quads. The hellion clearly hoping to chop down the big redwood with his devastatingly quick blows and in the process tip the scales in his favour. Unfortunately for the horrorland native the titan has other ideas as he wraps one of his giant baseball mitts around his throat almost choking the life out of him there and then. Even though there was still no sign of the witch doctor, his client was more than holding his own, not to mention his opponents in the palm of his hand. The blood worshipping titan uses a fraction of his strength to elevate Skull off the floor, pinning him against the concrete wall. The giant Norwegian’s eyes are filled with devious intentions as he throws the palm of his right hand against the hellion’s chest. The thunderous slapping sound echoes off the walls of the hallway as Skull screams out in agony. A red welt appears almost immediately on his chest, proving that the titan’s hands can do just as much damage as a kendo stick.  

Jimmy

“That was deafening, the crack from that knife edge chop alone is terrifying, and I would hate to have been on the end of it.” 
Ray

” You know I have to agree with you there Jimmy and I like being on the end of things, I’m a power bottom!” 

This David and Goliath style battle had taken a turn for the worst, Skull found himself powerless to resist the Norwegian’s overwhelming strength. Cronus forced home his advantage by aiming one of his giant fists square at the hellion’s jaw. The blow found its mark sending Skull’s still elevated frame ricocheting off the concrete wall compounding the damage inflicted by the devastating punch. With seemingly no effort the Tromso native flicks his wrist and sends the high priest of horrorland flying down the corridor. Cronus was clearly eager to find his leader and convey to him how underwhelmed he was by the contest Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling had served up for him. Skull’s 200 odd pound frame careened down the hall way flipping and rolling like a jack knifed truck on a motor way. Unfortunately for Skull, the combination of the giant punch and being rag dolled down the corridor has lead to the sachet containing his green mist bursting in his mouth. The green liquid oozes from the clown like painted face as it contorts as a means to dealing with the vast amount of pain surging through his frame.  

Jimmy

”Skull’s pellet must have broken in his mouth, guess not everyone can last the entire match.” 
Ray

”You could say it prematurely ejected, that’s not something I value in a man Jim. I like it when they make it to the fun stuff.” 

Once again Cronus finds himself methodically walking towards his victim, his sails buoyed by the devastation and pain he had already inflicted. Despite the fact that Cronus was the first competitor to have his blood spilled in this contest he was hell bent on ensuring he wouldn’t be the last. Unlike his lighter opponent, the Viking had no intention of using weapons to win the bout. He was solely focussed on inflicting as much pain as humanly possible using his bare hands, hoping to momentarily satisfy his unquenchable thirst for destruction. The giant’s actions conveyed his disdain at having to face such lowly competition, a man who was clearly not up to the challenge of competing with the silent behemoth. He does little to hide his feelings as he rolls the perennial gate keeper with the heel of his boot towards the double doors that led to the car park. The sight alone sends a strong message to the locker room. After all only last week the horrorland warrior had defeated Kahlan queen of the ladder match and now he was completely at the mercy of the barbarian. This moment would provide Lafayette with the ammunition to fire at any other potential obstacles that dared stand in his mammoth’s path. The dried blood on his forehead showed that his client could indeed take as good as he gave but more importantly that he was still standing after suffering a vicious assault with the kendo stick.  

Jimmy

” This giant is going to regret not finishing Skull off here. There is a reason he was trusted as the gate keeper, he is a talented veteran who is more than a challenge for most starts.” 
Ray

” I’m sorry Jimmy, I couldn’t hear you over how glorious Cronus pecks look washed in blood.” 

Skull summons the last bit of adrenaline in his body and begins scurrying across the floor, somehow managing to pick his frame up long enough to run through the door. Cronus fails to match his opponents speed and allows the high priest to escape and catch his breath. The scene was similar to that of a lioness on the Sahara playing with its prey, knowing that the poor bastard was too stupid to realise it was already over. Cronus remains confident almost overly so that this so called contest will be over in a matter of moments and the crowd back in the arena can pick up the remains of the priest and carry him home. All that confidence despite the fact that for almost a minute he has lost sight of his opponent, not once did the giant contemplate that Skull might have been playing possum or laying in wait.  


Jimmy

” I can’t believe he has actually allowed Skull to escape the room; he had him right where he needed him. I hope this doesn’t come back to bite the giant in the ass.” 

Ray

” I am not even going to touch that one, sometimes you make it too easy JP. I don’t think allowing him to recuperate was a good idea, he had the chance to make a statement now he could end up being the statement.”  

The deafening impact of the steel chair smashing into Cronus’ already bloodied forehead is enough to send a shiver down even the most disillusioned spine. The blow is enough to stagger the giant as the crack echoes throughout the car park. Skull refuses to ease off as he unleashes a flurry of shots with the chair eventually dropping the vicious Viking to his knees. Lafayette can only watch on as his client and servant is battered with the steel chair, each shot denting the base in Cronus’ image. Once the chair has been rendered useless, Skull discards it in Lafayette’s direction allowing the witch doctor to get a closer look at his servant’s blood on the instrument of war. The rage inside the hellion was clear for all to see, all that pent up anger at being overlooked and made to fight a rookie had his insides boiling. Of course that anger was compounded by how easily this new addition to the roster had man handled him, despite his obvious size advantage the manhandling had damaged Skull’s pride. That much was obvious when the horror land native drove his finger tips into the Viking’s open wound attempting to rip the gash and cause as much damage as possible. Skull unleashes a violent red mist from his mouth, those that didn’t know better might suspect it to be blood. But the hellion had other plans as his vampire mist sprayed across Cronus’s face; the torrent of chemicals seared his skin and burned his retina’s causing the giant to finally keel over onto the floor. His hands rise up to his face as he attempts to protect himself from any further torture. Skull grabs the mic from the referee’s hand and begins screaming at the Norwegian, urging him to quit.