Hardcore - Matt Violence vs. Vladimir Strife

[Vladimir Strife]

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

[Vladimir Strife]

As the bell rings out to get the contest underway, one could hear a pin drop inside the Jared Nathan Memorial Gymnasium. The fans wait with baited breath as the competitors and patrons alike prepare themselves for a hardcore contest between two men whose names are synonymous with the style. Vladimir takes a step forward, cautiously testing the waters, but his opponent takes a decidedly less tactful approach, charging in recklessly with his arms raised before him. He ties up with the Behemoth, his momentum forcing the Romanian into the corner behind him and the crowd comes to life with approval. Strife, taken back by the brazen eagerness, is slow to put up a struggle and, ultimately, too late as Matt breaks the lock and comes down with an open palm across his chest, the impact ringing out through the venue. The Barbarian Lord doesn't flinch at the slap and opens up, resting his arms across the top ropes cockily, before taking another vicious chop as though it were coming from a toddler. The Legend had been put through utter hell so many times throughout his career that they knew him by name there and it would take more than a few knife-edges to work through his calloused exterior. Violence doesn't allow the display to get into his head, quickly changing his game plan as he takes Vlad by the back of the head and clenches his fist before slamming it into his scruffy jawline. The GodKing's skull rocks back from the force, but he bounces back out of the corner like an inflatable punching bag with a stiff right of his own. The Real Life Rocky staggers back from the blast, but keeps with the action, laying a massive punch onto the chin of a Titan. Hoping to create a better opening, the Philly native goes for another, aiming to lay into the Hardcore King before he can recover. Strife steps in, latching onto the wrist of his opponent's drawn arm with both hands and clinging to it as he steps in under it, twisting and straightening it out. The faintest of grimaces appears upon Matt's face and grows more apparent as his opponent uses the arm wringer to reel him in, meeting him midway with the top of his shoulder into the Make-Shift Wrestler's own. The Behemoth takes a step back and prepares for an encore, but Violence turns in toward the oncoming co-owner, greeting him with a sharp upturn of his bicep into his collarbone, the European uppercut coercing Vlad to abandon his hold.

With a boost of steam from his counter to the King, Matt raises his boot into Vlad's gut, doubling him over. He grabs the back of his raven blue shirt and swings him around, directing the Hall of Famer through the ropes and out to the ringside area haphazardly. Fans rise to their feet as the nigh-unbeatable master of the Skesis hits the mats and tumbles around, scrambling back up, clearly shaken by the ruthless nature of a rival who seemed to know no fear, not even before the infamous Barbarian Lord. He quickly determines to up the ante, scooping up a chair from beside the announcer's station and slamming it shut, holding it up before him as he turns back toward the squared circle. Before he can put it to use, a 215 pound human missile comes flying through the ropes, crashing into the weapon and the man behind it with reckless abandon. Vladimir is flung back into the commentators' table, nearly toppling it over into the laps of Jimmy Pate and Ray White, the latter of which emits a high-pitched squeal in the process. Chants of "Holy Shit!" begin to rise in volume as fan after another joins in, voicing their excitement.

The hardcore veterans are slow to their feet in the aftermath of their collision, Matt the better for wear in spite of his lack of consideration for rather or not he would be. He wastes no time, making a move for the rising Behemoth, but Vladimir is not as helpless as it would appear and he wraps his arms around his foe's thigh and straightens himself out, lifting The Man into the air before dropping back, Violence's upper body slapping against the wooden top before EVPW's official action callers. The Czar of Scars comes back up with the steel chair, wielding it high above his head and bringing it down across the back of the Ultra Violent Superstar with a thunderous clap. Matt comes up from his resting place, spine arched from the sting of the shot. He struts around in his misery, coming full circle into another, this one plowing into the cap of his skull and leaving him sprawled out next to the ring apron.

(I know it's a bit short, but I wanted to get things started. I'll add in commentary when I'm not quite so tired.)

[Matt Violence]

Vladimir recklessly chucks the steel chair down to the floor, just inches away from Violence’s head. As Matt begins to stir the GodKing throws a swift boot into his midsection, forcing him to turn on to his stomach. Content with the damage dealt, Strife reaches down and begins to drag MV to a vertical base who gives little resistance. While holding on to the groggy Philadelphian’s head the Bambi Killer throws his arm up towards the sky, clubbing his adversary in the face with a flexed bicep. The force from the European uppercut leaves Matt reeling, though he eventually finds solace in the edge of the ring. Not one to allow his opponents any time to rest, the Romanian steps forward and brings an elbow directly into MV’s jaw with nearly enough force to break it. Following up, Vlad grabs MV by his head and furiously unleashes hell with rapid punches to the skull of the Violent One. With each blow the Real-Life Rocky becomes more and more desperate, leading him to despairingly reach down and dig his fingers into the pelvis area of his adversary. The audience’s mixture of cheers and laughter isn’t quite enough to drown out the shrieking yell of the GodKing.

Ray White: "Oh! Yes! My turn!"
Jimmy Pate: "SIT DOWN! What is wrong with you, Ray!?"

Matt’s tactic, albeit highly questionable, proves to be vastly effective as the Behemoth retreats. Although the attack has already ceased, MV keeps firm grip on Vladimir’s nuggets for added torment, but releases once even he begins to feel uncomfortable himself. The Bambi Killer hunkers over in place, his hands cupping his injured members. The Make-Shift Wrestler sees this as the perfect opportunity to start his own attack and rushes forward whilst kicking his foot up, drilling his adversary right between the eyes with the tip of his boot. The swift kick to the face rockets Strife into a vertical position, leaving him vulnerable to Violence’s next attack. Without much hesitation Mr. Fuck His Day Up takes off in a sprint and when he is within only a few feet of the dazed Romania native, Matt goes airborne; launching his body against that of Vladimir’s. The force sends both middleweights hurling over the protective barrier which is designed to separate the fans from the action, and luckily those in the front couple rows had the commence sense to flee just in the nick of time.

Jimmy Pate: "Oh my, Ray, that suplex over the barricade looked like it could have done a lot of damage to Vlad!"
Ray White: "I know Matt was has never been one of the best wrestlers, but he certainly knows how to make every move count!"
Jimmy Pate: "I wouldn't be surprised if this fight doesn't make it's way back to the ring, these two are all over the place."

Thanks to the Titan who acted as some sort of a cushion for Matt, it’s not long before Violence was able to recover and stagger to his feet. Proud of his handy work the Ultra-Violent Superstar throws both his fist into the air and bathes in a shower of applause from the nearly sold out Jared Nathan Memorial Gymnasium. Not wanting to waste too much time, Matt cuts his mid-match celebration short and begins plotting his next move. He begins clearing away all the folding chairs, leaving an empty area reserved for just one steel chair, which he props open perfectly in the center of the concrete floor. Eagerly, Matt collects a fist full of his adversary’s curly locks and jerks the behemoth to a stand. After a kick to the midsection, MV throws Vlad’s head underneath his armpit and drapes the Titan’s arm around his head, prepping for what looks like it could be a very painful suplex. After bending at the knees to load up strength for the suplex, Matt begins to recline back, but his plans are abruptly negated when the ever so clever Vladimir Strife laces his leg around the former Knockout Champion’s leg, creating an immovable anchor. Persistent in his attack, Violence manages to shake free of the Impaler’s vice and attempts to bring Vlad overhead once again, this time his plan is foiled in the form a mean hook to the solar plexus. The split-second of hesitation is all it took for the veteran to reverse the move and lift Matt Violence vertically in the air. Now shit gets bad for Matt. Vlad takes one step forward and chucks the 205 pound Death-Match Warrior off of his shoulders and lets gravity drag Matt to his metallic fate. With a huge thud, Matt’s body collides with the steel chair, which gives way on contact. The fans, though siding with Matt cheer at the mayhem before them.

Ray White: My poor Matty-Bear!"
Jimmy Pate: "Your poor 'Matty-Bear' is right, Ray. That was one nasty flapjack, and the only cushion he had to protect from landing on the concrete was a steel chair!"
Ray White: "I really wish there was something I could do to help him."
Jimmy Pate: "You know what, you go try to do that... I'll wait right here and call the action."

[Vladimir Strife]

Match extended 24 hours.

[Vladimir Strife]

As the Romanian Scourge moves in on his opponent, he scoops down and takes him by the back of the head, throwing a few choice words toward a nearby young fan screaming for Matt to get back up.

"Fuck off! And friendship isn't magic, you little twat!"

"Aww, come on, that's completely uncalled for!"
"What? I mean, come on, who the hell brought a kid to a show like this! She was asking for that."
"I can't even believe what I'm hearing.. Asking for it? Jesus.."

The girl, still just shy of puberty, crosses her arms over her My Little Pony shirt and back up against her father, who puts a protective hand upon her shoulder. The Barbarian Lord suddenly finds himself rising into the air, having allowed himself to be distracted by the exchange. Violence lifts the Behemoth on his shoulder and drops down, slamming Vladimir down upon his back and the posterior of his skull with a spinebuster to the cold, ungiving concrete. A round of cheers goes up through the crowd in favor of the Ultra Violent Superstar, who picks himself up, bringing the Czar of Scars in tow behind him. He tucks Strife's head under his arm, wrapping it about tightly as he drags him back over toward the youthful patron he'd just berated. Her and her protector step aside, making way for the competitors as the Real Life Rocky corrals his catch over to her seat. He throws himself back, spiking the GodKing's crown on the folded out steel platform, a sickening crunch sounding out through the Jared Nathan Memorial Gymnasium as it buckles under the force of the DDT. Ever a good man at heart, the Philadelphian picks himself back up and waves the young fan over, taking out a pen to sign the program held tightly in her hand. She hands it over and Violence puts it upon his thigh, propping his foot upon a chair to level it and scribble a quick signature.

"See? That's how you treat a fan, Ray."
"Aw, that's just pandering! You can act like you want the love and attention of these fans all you want, but even Matt Violence is just looking out for numero one. That's a potential merchandise sale right there."
"Or maybe not everyone is as cynical as you."

Matt reaches out to hand over the paper and a shriek comes from his smallest fan. The slap of metal on flesh cries out shortly after like a gunshot, nearly as deafening as the banshee call. Violence's back arcs, shoulder blades touching as he drops down onto his knees in misery. The biggest bully in EVPW stands behind him, taking a handful of his enemy's hair and pulling back, tilting him back until he can look him in the eyes. He reaches down and rips the writing utensil from his grasp. He holds it up on display for the world to see before jabbing it's ball-point down into the forehead of the Make-Shift Wrestler. He does so over and over again, each stab of the pen letting loose a flow of crimson from the mock marks left behind in their wake. He tosses his tool turned weapon aside and leans in again, taking the listing of the night's events out of his opponent's hand before swiping it across his head, leaving smeared streaks of maroon across it before tossing it back at the patron from which it came. Tears begin to roll down her face as she turns in toward her father and presses her face into his midsection, the scowl on his face telling the tale of exactly what he thinks of this.

"What the hell!? That is just vile! How on Earth could you do that to a little girl, dammit!?"
"Are you kidding? Vlad probably would have punted her right in the head if he could legally get away with it! Once that man is focused on a match, the best decision you can make for your health is to stay as far away from him as possible. Even being in California during one of Vlad's matches raises the price of your health insurance."

Pulling The Man back to his feet, Vlad takes him by the wrist and pulls hard, forcing him in the direction of the ring. As he releases him, he's shocked to find that Matt has latched on himself, turning and planting his feet firmly before returning the favor, sending the Behemoth careening into the barricade. He plows into it, tumbling over and down to the ringside mats as his upper body carries it's inertia through the impact. The Barbarian Lord pulls himself up quickly, but an errant chair chucked by the Ultra-Violent Superstar catches him across the brow, sending him sprawling once more. It takes a moment longer for the vicious European to return to his feet this time and, when he does, the Real-Life Rocky is more than ready to strike. He comes racing toward his rival, leaping into the air and slapping a sole down across the top of the rail, pushing off. An outstretched arm finds it's mark, catching the base of Strife's skull and wrapping around, carrying him forward and down across the heavy steps. Vlad's face bounces off of the cold, flat steel with a thunderous report, a glazed over his hazel eyes warning of a possible concussion as he slinks down to the ground amid a chorus of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

"OH MY GOD! BULLDOG ON THE STEEL STEPS! THAT WAS PHENOMENAL!"

Having bought himself some time to spare, the former Knockout Champion begins to amass his arsenal. He flips up the apron and begins to grab wildly at everything in sight. An old favorite of his own comes up first, lighttube after another coming out. He slides them into the ring with care, setting out a half dozen before going for a table, struggling with it's size as he unveils it, reassuring calls from the crowd fueling him on. Lastly, but far from least, the Ultra-Violent star brandishes a two-by-four, the top of it covered with a reel of barbed wire. He rises back up, making his way over to Vladimir, who has managed to get up to his knees, blood trickling down his forehead from a gash opened by the edge of the stairs. Matt takes him by his chocolate locks and reels him back, appreciating the irony as he brings the wire down across the forehead of the Behemoth and rakes at it, ripping at his flesh until the liquid lifeforce of the Barbarian Lord begins to coat his countenance in crimson. The fans "OOH" and "AAH" with every shift in direction, entranced with the bloodletting, until the Real Life Rocky's hands begin to slip upon the slick ruby and he relents, shoving Vlad down onto his front and turning his attention toward the table. He flips it up onto it's side, reaching under and taking the legs, pulling them out into place before mirroring the action on the opposite end so he can set it upright next to the squared circle. He makes his way back over to the Czar of Scars, who is certain to have a few more for his collection after this contest. He takes the GodKing by he head and leads him to his feet, taking advantage of the haze the Romanian Scourge is fighting through and swinging a ball of knuckles across his cheek. The co-owner's head rocks back from the strike, but he gives no ground. Another comes in it's wake, again rattling his world but otherwise not moving the tough-as-nails Titan. The third in Matt's signature round of three boasts even more power than the two preceding it and manage to send Strife back, but no more than two steps. Frustrated by the results of a trio that would level any normal man, he moves on to another, taking to the air and slapping the soles of his boots into the pectorals of the Imperial contender. It does what the punches could not, taking the Monolithic Monarch off of his feet, his back hitting the floor with a hearty plop. This seems to rejuvenate the master of the Skesis, who rolls over, coming back up as quickly as he can, only to catch another and take his place on the ringside mats. Rising to the occasion one last time, the third pair of boots comes in high, clipping the jawline of Vladimir and flinging him into the barricade, it bowing at his force and leaving him resting against it, fans clearing out from the front row and the steel bars pressing against their shins. Those in attendance not rammed by the guardrail come to life with screams of "VI-O-LENCE! VI-O-LENCE!", though it's unclear if their fervor stems from the carnage or the man who has imposed it upon the Behemoth.

"Vintage Matt Violence, nailing Vladimir with a series of punches and dropkicks, punishing the Barbarian Lord with all he's got."
"Yeah, well, whatever... Vlad is just trying to make him look good.."
"Awww, I think some little gay boy upset because his favorite is getting his ass handed to him?"
"Shut up.."
"It does make a good point though. Matt Violence has been utterly dominating tonight. Despite all of the experience that Vlad lauds, it's rare that he's gone up against someone quite as chaotic and unrelenting as Matt and it's really showing."

As Matt approaches, Vlad swipes at the flow of blood, wiping it away from his eyes so that he can see. Violence lurches forward, reaching in for him, but a hand comes up to the lip of his tights, grabbing it and yanking him forward, the Make-Shift Wrestler's collarbone connecting with the top of the barricade, allowing his opponent to crawl away and bring himself upright with the assistance of the ring's edge. Strife roots around under it for a moment, finding his favorite weapon - a handle of a couple feet in length repurposed as a simplistic cudgel. The Bambi Killer greets the old friend with a grin, his teeth almost shining in contrast with red mask that has taken over his features. He turns to put it to good use, but is reintroduced to the 2x4, a crack audible as it's spiky conclusion clobbers him and leaves him flat on his back. A roar goes up from the crowd as Matt reasserts his dominance thusfar in the contest, his unpredictable, caution to the wind approach having found an all-too-uncommon advantage against the EVPW Legend. He tugs upon the weapon, but is unable to claim it from the mangled mess of a once Undefeated Behemoth. Wire and spiked slivers of steel are entwined with ribbons of flesh and follicles, securing it against the countenance of the Hardcore King. Finding no luck with a second try, the Ultra-Violent Superstar switches tactics, climbing onto the apron and then to the top turnbuckle, holding his arms out to entice another booming reaction from the EVPW universe, who deliver without fail.

"JESUS CHRIST! Matt just absolutely buried that barbed wire 2x4 into the head of Vladimir Strife!"

Perched upon the highest turnbuckle, Matt waits patiently as Vladimir claws his way to his feet, the cause of the blood pooling beneath him still clinging to his face. He quickly swings high, the wooden club in his hand pounding across the top rope and rattling it. The younger combatant's foot slips off of the trembling cable and he grabs onto it, sitting down on the padding to avoid being split like a wishbone on the ropes. Abandoning his trusty preferred utensil for destruction, the GodKing follows after Violence, climbing up onto the side of the ring before throwing a hard right into his chin. The Make-Shift Wrestler comes back with one of his own, sparking a trade off that continues a couple more rounds before he reels Vlad's head in and tucks it under his arm, holding it tightly in place before leaping off of the turnpost and spinning himself around, pulling the Czar of Scars down headfirst into the perfectly positioned table, splinters and chunks flying out as the men plow through it. Every person in attendance rises to their feet as the men crash through the wood, rallying behind the signature maneuver of their preferred competitor of the bout.

"TORNADO DDT!! MATT HIT THE TORNADO DDT THROUGH THE TABLE!! THAT HAS TO BE IT!"

Almost a full minute later, with alternating calls of "HOLY SHIT!" and "HE KILLED VLAD-MIR!" in full swing, neither man has merged from the wreckage. Matt finally begins to stir, rolling the Behemoth off of him, holding his midsection as the 234 lb frame of his opposition has crushed him in the collision. He works his way back to his feet, being met with a standing ovation, which he temporarily bathes in, cautious not to make the same mistake from before of taking too long. When he turns back toward the EVPW co-owner, he finds him barely moving, seeming conscious but sluggish, and takes him by the nape of the neck and a rear belt loop. Matt slides him into the squared circle, Vlad rolling over onto his back and staring up at the bright lights above, their intensity coaxing him to get up as his opponent begins to make his way to the top of the ring post once more. Alert and in control, the Real Life Rocky is poised and patiently waiting as the Barbarian Lord comes back to his full height, facing out away from him. Strife spins around and the Ultra-Violent Superstar goes soaring toward him, arm held out tightly to take his head off. Vladimir quickly grabs onto the torso of his opponent, spinning around with him before dropping onto his bottom, a fine powder rising into a cloud as the fluorescent tubes are reduced to dust under the Pennsylvanian with a shattering that makes the fans cringe with sympathy.

"NO! NO!"
"YES! Spinning side slam into the light tubes! That was beautiful!!"

Vladimir hooks the leg of the Make-Shift Wrestler, the referee slipping into place and making the call.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Matt shoves the GodKing away, raising a shoulder up off of the mat to the disbelief and excitement of the Concord crowd.

"KICKOUT!! MATT - SOMEHOW - KICKS OUT!!"

TBCB Matt Violence

[Matt Violence]

Now seated next to a mess of shattered glass and Matt’s blood plus that of his own, Vladimir covers a good portion of his crimson red face with his hands in utter disbelief. Aggressively, and possibly out of aggravation, the Czar of Scars pushes the Philadelphian's shoulder blades down against the canvas, further embedding the shards of glass into MV’s skin and hooks the leg for a second time.

“Count faster you stupid son of a bitch!”

Hastily, the official drops back down and begins slamming away at the canvas.

“ONE”
“TWO”

Again the GodKing is pushed aside as Matt launches his right arm up in the air, bringing his shoulder off of the mat; kicking out and prolonging his fight against the man who once ruled the wrestling world with an iron fist. Infuriated by Violence’s will to continue the Barbarian Lord stands on his knees beside Matt and begins tenderize his skull with an assembly of powerful punches, all the while pinning Matt’s head down with his free hand. Blinded by rage, Vladimir failed to take note of what Violence’s hands were doing in the meantime and pays for it when MV takes a portion of a light tube that remained intact despite 95 perfect of it being crushed beneath him, and drives it into the European’s temple. The Ultra-Violent Superstar gets about three good pokes at the side of his adversary’s head before the Bambi Killer drops to his side and rolls away from his foe in agony. Strife rolls and rolls until bumping into the bottom rope then uses them advance to a vertical base; a position neither of the two athletes has found themselves to be too often in this match. Gripping his head in pain, Vladimir spins to face his opponent but is caught off guard by Matt who from a crawling position leaps forward and impales the Impaler's crotch with the front of his forehead. Immediately Vlad drops to his knees, his mouth takes the shape of an "O" and he subsequently cups his gentiles with both hands.

Jimmy Pate: “Well shit, that’s the second time Violence has targeted Vlad’s midsection. I have a hard time imagining him being able to produce after this match is over.”
Ray White: “Yeah, it’s impossible Jimmy.”
Jimmy Pate: “Well I’m not sure it would actually be impo-”
Ray White: “No it is, Jimmy… I’m not physically able to carry.”
Jimmy Pate: “You fucking homo, you.”

Looking to pounce on this opportunity to capitalize Violence scurries to his feet and holds his fist in the air, garnering a positive pop from the fans who are excited to see that the tides have shifted yet again. Matt darts away from Strife, throwing his own body against the ropes parallel to the set Vlad is left kneeling in front of and heads straight back at him with double the speed. Upon his quick return to the Bambi Killer, the Make-Shift Wrestler leaves his feet and buries the soles of his boots into his opponent’s blood-covered chest. The Man lands with a thud amidst a mix of blood, glass and sweat, but his descent is pale in comparison to his adversary's, who is sent through the ropes and down to the scarcely padded concrete floor. For the second time tonight the Jared Nathan Memorial Gymnasium erupts in an ear-piercing “VI-O-LENCE! VI-O-LENCE!” chant.

Fueled by the electrifying audience, Matt pushes himself up to a vertical base and dusts his chest off of any loose shards of glass. Like a man on a mission, MV goes on hot pursuit and leaves the squared-circle and then greets Vlad with a series of stomps, embedding his boot deeper and deeper into the Barbarian Lord’s gut with each succeeding blow. After dishing out half of a dozen kicks Matt spins on his heels and flicks the apron up, yet again looking for another toy. It took only a few short seconds before MV’s eyes light up with pure joy. Backing away from the ring, Violence holds a coffee-colored cloth bag overhead. A huge roar emits from the blood-thirsty Concord crowd. Shaking with excitement, Matt struggles to untie the cloth bag but finally manages to complete the task and swiftly scatters the hundreds of tiny thumbtacks a few feet away from Strife. After tossing the emptied bag to the side MV begins to work on dragging the bloodied Behemoth to his feet. Matt tugs on the Romanian’s hair and inches him closer to the mess of tacks he left on the matted ground. Very easily the Man forces the GodKing’s head between his thighs.

Jimmy Pate: “This is unbelievable, Ray! Matt Violence has been in control of this match for a good portion of its duration and if he’s about to do what I think he’s about to do, this could be very bad for Vlad!”
Ray White: “I have to disagree! I think Matt is blowing his load here, we all know how durable the GodKing is. Jimmy, Vladimir has taken a ton more damage in matches before; all Matt is doing is wearing himself out. We’ve seen similar things happen in the past and I think once Vlad gets ever the slightest advantage he’ll be able to put the lesser skilled Matt Violence away. ”

With one hand on Vlad’s back, Matt runs his right thumb across the middle of his own throat and incites a huge roar from the fans for his showboating. Ready to slam the Impaler in a sea of thumbtacks, MV hunkers over and hugs his foe's waist. Matt tries his damnedest to lift Strife off of his feet and swing him into a powerbomb position, however Vladimir wisely backs his hips away from MV; thus taking away some of the control Violence had. The tenacious one refuses to give up and readjusts his grip, before attempting to lift the middleweight yet again, alas the end result remains the same. This time before MV is able to make any modifications Vlad lurches forward and brings his own hips beneath himself, giving him the leverage needed to reverse the move and scoop the Ultra-Violent Superstar off his feet. Very swiftly Vladimir turns to face the tacks and snaps his upper body forward, inertia leaves MV’s body to continue going forward. A sick smacking sound resonates throughout the arena as the Real-Life Rocky’s body crashes into the ground, with countless thumbtacks piercing his skin; each creating tiny pools of the crimson life-liquid around the entrance wounds. Blood-curdling cries come from MV as he bridges onto his side, trying to relieve some pain by taking pressure off of his back. Though not too pleased the victim, the fans take pleasure in witnessing the hardcore action unfolding before their very eyes and break out into their trademark “THIS IS AWE-SOME!” chant.

Jimmy Pate: “Scourge of God, good Lord what a reversal! Matt Violence is in a world of hurt! This is absolute mayhem, these guys are willing to do anything to one another, all in the name of wrestling!”
Ray White: “All in the name of war! Whenever we see Vladimir out here is at at war with whoever he stands across from. When that bell sounds this guy becomes one of the deadliest people alive! He's willing to sacrifice life and limb for a win.”