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Post by Vladimir Strife on Feb 25, 2015 15:01:31 GMT -4
Due March 3rd by 6PM Pacific/9PM Eastern
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Post by Saul Ledgett on Feb 25, 2015 21:01:08 GMT -4
Get yourself a lawyer son…
You gonna need a good one
To getcha outta this one…
Saul Ledgett is in the ring looking suave (or swag as the young un’s put it) ever so slowly removing his jacket and glasses, and rolling up his sleeves as his theme song slowly fades, turning to put his jacket in the corner only to suddenly spin about and thrust the jacket in Grockodoc’s face, lining him up for a surprise GORE! Grockadoc doesn’t jump out of his boots as per the norm behind these tremendous maneuvers, being a man-mountain, instead staggers backwards with the jacket still in his face coming to a stop at to the ring ropes, exactly where the shifty lawyer from Miami wants him and Saul charges toward the seven foot monster with his arm extended for a clothesline. Had it not been for the effort-filled roar, Saul surely would have had knocked Grockadoc right over the top rope and had this match won in record time, alas Saul’s vocals gave away his position and Grockadoc sidesteps just in time, grasping the jacket and ripping it clean from his face, near frothing at the mouth seething and looking absolutely pissed, The Unholy Crusader stabs his hand around Saul’s throat and simply throws him right through the ring ropes, sending the greasy lawyer crashing across the floor below. Saul coughs a coarse cough, massaging his own throat as he crawls on his hands and knees, Grockadoc rolling outside the ring, smart enough to not eliminate himself by stepping over the top rope, rummaging beneath the ring and pulling out a steel chair as Saul stops and looks up and Grockadoc brings the chair down hard on top of Saul’s head with an echoing CRACK!
“OHHHH!!!!” cry the audience, an air of excitement seemingly generated by every step Grockadoc makes, he may be a villainous, religiously-obsessed giant but this is Old School, and his tenure in EVPW makes him the preferred favourite by default.
Ray White:
Now THAT is holy water What a terrifying chair shot! He could have cracked Saul's head wide open!
Jimmy Pate:
Saul Ledgett did a big no-no... he pissed off the knuckled hand of God!
Ray White:
SMITE THEE!
Saul’s face pales almost immediately as he flops backwards across the thin rubber mats, The violent seven-footer throwing the steel chair aside with a snarl. Grockadoc looms over Saul like a dark colossus, leaning down and grabbing the lawyer at the throat with both hands and heaving him up onto his feet with little effort, shuffling sideways a few steps before throwing Saul at the Mexican announce table, Saul bouncing off the top and slamming into the guard rail, blank pieces of paper and plastic cacti crashing dramatically on top of him. Grockadoc swats aside steel chairs and camera people, stepping around the table and excavating Saul Ledgett from the debris and destruction, cocking his arm back for a throat thrust yet Saul desperately rakes Grock’s eyes with a wild grunt! Having purchased a few seconds, Saul desperately grabs for anything he can, taking a pitcher of water from the top of the announce table and lining Grockadoc up perfectly however Grockadoc knees Ledgett across the abdomen stopping him in his tracks, forcibly removing the pitcher from Saul’s hands, gulping the contents down and blasting Ledgett with a generous spray of liquid mist, which makes Saul shriek as if it were boiling hot, lining up Saul’s temple and slamming him with the glass pitcher, which dramatically shatters.
Ray White:
Now THAT is holy water
Jimmy Pate:
This is becoming increasingly more violent Ray, this is a Battle Royal but these two are nowhere near the ring!
Ray White:
Look at the living conditions of our Mexican announcers, there’s trash everywhere!
TBC: Grockadoc!
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Post by [Grockadoc/Carter] on Mar 2, 2015 7:23:01 GMT -4
Shards of glass scatter all over the mat and around the announcers table, as Jimmy Pate and Ray White duck their heads and cover them with their arms, trying to shield themselves from the now shattered pitcher shards. The native Floridian crumples to the mat after that heavy blow, landing in amongst the broken glass, while the near three hundred pound Grockadoc just smiles, and stands over the battered form of his well educated opponent in a rather dominating pose. The Unholy Crusader flicks his eyes up from the lawyer laying at his feet, and scans the crowd who, after that unorthodox weapon shot, are shocked, stunned and booing the former Psychiatric patient. The religious fanatic closes his eyes, and raises his head upwards, clasping his hands together in prayer, and mouths words silently as the crowd begin to boo louder. As quick as he entered the prayer, Grockadoc's head snaps back downwards and his eyes fly open, blazing with hatred. He raises his left foot and places it on the back of Ledgett's head and, taking one last scan of the crowd, begins using his foot to rub Saul's face into the broken glass shards, forcing a few fans to turn their heads in horror. The lawyer from Miami screams in pain, and claws at the boot of his much taller opponent, but the Hand of God continues to roll his ankle grinding Saul's face harder into the mat and the glass. Content with the damage he may have caused, Grockadoc releases his foot from the back of his opponents head and reaches down with his large, gloved right hand. He wraps his fingers in the hair of Saul Ledgett, and content with his grip, peels back the lawyer's head, revealing his face and the number of shards embedded deep into the face of the Floridian, and the cuts that came with it slowly trickle blood across the features of the 285 pounder.
Oh, come on now! Enough is enough! First Grockadoc had the audacity to steal our jug of water, and smash it over Saul Ledgett's head, but then he ground the poor lawyer's face into the broken shards of glass! Saul may have a shard of glass in his eye! That schizophrenic psycho could have rendered Saul blind, for Christ's sake!
Careful now Jimmy! You know taking the lords name in vain is considered blasphemy, and with Grockadoc out here that is a line you don't want to cross. You only have to look at what has happened to poor Saul Ledgett to get an idea of what Grockadoc is capable of.
I know what he is capable of, Ray. In case you didn't know, Grockadoc has been in EVPW before. We have seen him dominate and decimate opponents in the most vile, cruel and twisted ways. However, those people weren't in any danger of losing an eye!
Grockadoc stares down at the blood soaked face of his fallen opponent and laughs shrilly, seemingly taking immense pleasure out of the carnage and punishment he has caused. Still with a fistful of Saul's hair, the Warrior of Christ yanks up his near 290 pound opponent with relative ease, before dragging the Miami resident to the apron. Grockadoc reaches down, and grabs Saul and hauls him into the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope rather easily, despite Saul's 285 pound frame. Reaching both gloved hands up, and grasping the top rope, the Warrior of Christ hauls himself up onto the apron, using the ropes to pull himself upwards, before stepping over the top rope and into the ring. The near seven footer strides over to his downed nemesis and begins stomping away on the chest cavity and rib area repeatedly, continuing a rather vicious assault so far, before ceasing and cocking his elbow,and falling sideways, driving the point of it into the solar plexus of the six foot three lawyer. Saul start coughing uncontrollably as the air is riven out of hi, and the blow to the torso making it hard to draw in any deep breaths. The Unholy Crusader rises to his feet and stares down at his opponent once more, laughing uncontrollably as Floridian struggles to breathe, and clutching at his chest where the point of Grockadoc's elbow had been driven just moments earlier. The schizophrenic fanatic stops laughing and eyes the ropes for a moment before heading that way. He leans his big 296 pound frame into the ropes, using the kinetic energy stored to whip back towards the downed Legal Man. As the Hand of God nears, he launches himself into the air and lifts his legs up into a seated position, and gravity starts bringing him down towards the Shyster. Ledgett's eyes suddenly fly wide open, and he sees the bototm of Grockadoc descending towards him and, in a flash, rolls out of the way, sending all 300 pounds of the Weapon of Christ crashing into the canvas. Grockadoc lets out a howl of pain, and remains in a seated position, his leg tilted up one side and clutches at his coccyx, which was driven hard into the canvas. The 285 pound Floridian, with surprising agility scrambles to his feet and walks to the opposite side of the ring, before turning to face his momentarily incapacitated opponent and charges, letting out a snarl of rage. The Legal Man continues rampaging towards the stunned and prone Grockadoc before raising his right foot and driving it right into the jaw of Grockadoc, a sickening crack heard all around the arena as the resident schizophrenic Christian's head snaps back violently, and he crumples to the mat, eyes rolling into the back of his skull.
And all of a sudden Saul Ledgett has gained the upper hand after Grockadoc wasted a little bit of time before trying to execute a leg drop! Saul seemingly had the awareness to get out of the way in time. You know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall! I'm sure Grockadoc is agreeing with that statement right now!
I doubt Grockadoc is even capable of thinking clearly at the moment after that brutal kick to the face from Saul Ledgett! Let's just hope that the damage isn't too severe. Grockadoc, despite being mentally unstable and insane was one hot hunk of man!
Come off of it, Ray! We are here to call the action, not to score phone numbers off of the talent!
Like you haven't tried to score from some of the attractive female fans before, Jimmy? Give me a break! |
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