Post by Vladimir Strife on Sept 29, 2015 20:12:07 GMT -4
((I'm starting this with the assumption that Garrett entered first, being billed before Vlad and because I want to work in a little action and can't do that if he's still to come out))
As Robert stands in the middle of the squared circle, having totally just entered, fans abuzz all around the arena as a silence overtakes.
MD: Folks, I have to say, before our final competitor gets out here and we get underway - Robert entered the shit out of that ring.
BB: Oh yeah, that was just like... an exceptional entrance. Really have to give it up to this young man for entering as he entered.
MO: And particularly so when you consider who is about to enter through that entrance next!
The 20 year old Ohioan throws himself against the ropes, limbering up as he - and the rest of those gathered tonight in the Araneta Coliseum - directed their attention toward the stage in anticipation of EVPW's founding father. Jeff Young takes a step forward in the ring, the wing of his boot catching the heel of his other and sending him stumbling forth, the microphone juggled from one hand to the next with all the grace he navigated the English language with. He collects himself, raises the mouthpiece, and then turns it around to put the business end at the right side before continuing.
"Lady in Gentlemen, Boy in Girl! Introducing... he is the Lord of Barbarian! The King of God! The Star of Scars? Mr. The Vladimir STRIFE!!"
MD: Holy fuck. We have seen some brutal shit tonight, but that was the biggest slaughter I've ever witnessed in my life.
MO: Part of that has to be intentional, right? I mean - he can't be seriously that bad...
BB: I think it's legit. I think he has little to no idea that he just gave the English language a Cleveland Steamer..
As 'The New Black' by Strapping Young Lad comes in noticeably late through a series of collisions with the language barrier amongst EVPW's newest hired hands, Vladimir comes sauntering out onto the entrance stage, part of his normal energy and fervor lost in the clusterfuck. The fans don't seem to notice the change one bit however, exploding into a frenzy at the sight of the Romanian scourge. The pandemonium brings a smirk to his face and he reaches out to tag a few tanned hands as he makes his way down to the ring. Normally, Vlad would hurl a few insults and fire them up, but there was little to be gained by eliciting such emotion now. Three matches from now, not a damned one would have a vested interest in these men beyond a few memories. There were no ticket sales or numbers or fan bases on the line to be proffered. Tossing his jacket aside, Strife takes a short hike up the steel steps and onto the apron, taking in the cheers as he locks eyes with his youthful adversary. He maintains eye contact as he steps over the middle rope and into the squared circle, the music fading away as he stands tall and backs into his corner.
As the silence once more reclaims the venue, both men stand across from the other, the referee patting them down to check for any smuggled weaponry while reminding them of the rules of the contest. Once he's cleared them both, he steps back, an eternity seeming to pass before the bell calls out to the men and summons them forth, an animalistic magnetism bringing them to collide in a collar and elbow tie up at the center of the ring.
MO: And we're off! We've got an interesting match-up here tonight, guys. Robert Garrett - 20 years old, youthful, energetic, out to make a legacy for himself .. facing Vladimir Strife - 36 years old and experienced with one of the biggest legacies in the business, but many would argue that his best years are behind him and a young star like this, who nearly mirrors the physique of a younger Vladimir, we could be looking at a major upset in this tournament!
MD: I think the real takeaway from what Matt is saying is that he has totally neglected the open bar here tonight. Look at you... analyzing everything and shit. Vlad's going to crack this kid's fucking head open. You know it, I know it, fuck - Garrett knows it. Kid has balls to show up, but fuck off with all this upset talk.
BB: And I'm sure most people said the same thing at the Hardcore Games when Vlad was fighting Desperado again..
MO: Or a year ago when he lost in the first round of the King of Xtreme tournament in XWA to a rookie..
MD: Yeah, well, one time I got loaded on Captain Morgan and a ringrat blew me under the table of a Denny's while I ate a Grand Slam, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go stock up on rum. Not everything is a pattern that's destined to repeat itself.
As if to grant credence to the cautionary wisdom of the Hardcore Genius, Robert quickly gets the upperhand on the Behemoth, backing him into the corner of the ring. Vladimir relaxes, a scowl on his face as his foe clearly demonstrates his superior strength. The Columbus Native is a man of ego and it shines clearly as a grin stretches ear to ear while he relents himself and begins to back off. Unfortunately, his worldly warrior of an opponent is not so kind as to afford him the pride he beams and tightens his hold back up coming out of the corner before turning in toward him and yanking the rookie into his hip, flipping him forward onto the mat with a particularly aggressive hip toss, the structure booming under their weight like a clap of thunder. The men separate and slowly make their way back up, fans screaming for them as each looks at the other with a better understanding that neither is going to be making this easier on the other anytime soon.
As Robert stands in the middle of the squared circle, having totally just entered, fans abuzz all around the arena as a silence overtakes.
MD: Folks, I have to say, before our final competitor gets out here and we get underway - Robert entered the shit out of that ring.
BB: Oh yeah, that was just like... an exceptional entrance. Really have to give it up to this young man for entering as he entered.
MO: And particularly so when you consider who is about to enter through that entrance next!
The 20 year old Ohioan throws himself against the ropes, limbering up as he - and the rest of those gathered tonight in the Araneta Coliseum - directed their attention toward the stage in anticipation of EVPW's founding father. Jeff Young takes a step forward in the ring, the wing of his boot catching the heel of his other and sending him stumbling forth, the microphone juggled from one hand to the next with all the grace he navigated the English language with. He collects himself, raises the mouthpiece, and then turns it around to put the business end at the right side before continuing.
"Lady in Gentlemen, Boy in Girl! Introducing... he is the Lord of Barbarian! The King of God! The Star of Scars? Mr. The Vladimir STRIFE!!"
MD: Holy fuck. We have seen some brutal shit tonight, but that was the biggest slaughter I've ever witnessed in my life.
MO: Part of that has to be intentional, right? I mean - he can't be seriously that bad...
BB: I think it's legit. I think he has little to no idea that he just gave the English language a Cleveland Steamer..
As 'The New Black' by Strapping Young Lad comes in noticeably late through a series of collisions with the language barrier amongst EVPW's newest hired hands, Vladimir comes sauntering out onto the entrance stage, part of his normal energy and fervor lost in the clusterfuck. The fans don't seem to notice the change one bit however, exploding into a frenzy at the sight of the Romanian scourge. The pandemonium brings a smirk to his face and he reaches out to tag a few tanned hands as he makes his way down to the ring. Normally, Vlad would hurl a few insults and fire them up, but there was little to be gained by eliciting such emotion now. Three matches from now, not a damned one would have a vested interest in these men beyond a few memories. There were no ticket sales or numbers or fan bases on the line to be proffered. Tossing his jacket aside, Strife takes a short hike up the steel steps and onto the apron, taking in the cheers as he locks eyes with his youthful adversary. He maintains eye contact as he steps over the middle rope and into the squared circle, the music fading away as he stands tall and backs into his corner.
As the silence once more reclaims the venue, both men stand across from the other, the referee patting them down to check for any smuggled weaponry while reminding them of the rules of the contest. Once he's cleared them both, he steps back, an eternity seeming to pass before the bell calls out to the men and summons them forth, an animalistic magnetism bringing them to collide in a collar and elbow tie up at the center of the ring.
MO: And we're off! We've got an interesting match-up here tonight, guys. Robert Garrett - 20 years old, youthful, energetic, out to make a legacy for himself .. facing Vladimir Strife - 36 years old and experienced with one of the biggest legacies in the business, but many would argue that his best years are behind him and a young star like this, who nearly mirrors the physique of a younger Vladimir, we could be looking at a major upset in this tournament!
MD: I think the real takeaway from what Matt is saying is that he has totally neglected the open bar here tonight. Look at you... analyzing everything and shit. Vlad's going to crack this kid's fucking head open. You know it, I know it, fuck - Garrett knows it. Kid has balls to show up, but fuck off with all this upset talk.
BB: And I'm sure most people said the same thing at the Hardcore Games when Vlad was fighting Desperado again..
MO: Or a year ago when he lost in the first round of the King of Xtreme tournament in XWA to a rookie..
MD: Yeah, well, one time I got loaded on Captain Morgan and a ringrat blew me under the table of a Denny's while I ate a Grand Slam, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go stock up on rum. Not everything is a pattern that's destined to repeat itself.
As if to grant credence to the cautionary wisdom of the Hardcore Genius, Robert quickly gets the upperhand on the Behemoth, backing him into the corner of the ring. Vladimir relaxes, a scowl on his face as his foe clearly demonstrates his superior strength. The Columbus Native is a man of ego and it shines clearly as a grin stretches ear to ear while he relents himself and begins to back off. Unfortunately, his worldly warrior of an opponent is not so kind as to afford him the pride he beams and tightens his hold back up coming out of the corner before turning in toward him and yanking the rookie into his hip, flipping him forward onto the mat with a particularly aggressive hip toss, the structure booming under their weight like a clap of thunder. The men separate and slowly make their way back up, fans screaming for them as each looks at the other with a better understanding that neither is going to be making this easier on the other anytime soon.
