LMS: Metal Dragon vs. Grockadoc

[M BISON]

The crowd readies itself for the main event as Andrew Porter stands in the ring, microphone in hand. The spectators quit their bustling and quiet down as Porter lifts the mic to his lips.

Andrew: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for tonight's main event! It is a Last Man Standing Match! There are no pins, submissions, or countouts; the only way to win is to punish your opponent until he is downed so long that he is unable to answer a standing ten count!"

A faint guitar riff begins in the arena, slowly increasing in volume as it is recognized as "K.I.N.G." by Satyricon. Most of the SNK fans begin booing, knowing that the man who that song accompanies is about to face one of their favorites and also knowing his opinion on ICW. Metal Dragon walks through the curtain, clad in long black tights and black wrestling shoes, and makes his way down to the ring briskly.

Harry: "Metal Dragon is in a very interesting position, Jenna. He's about to face the very man who saved his ass two weeks ago."

Jenna: "It's never over 'til it's over, Harry. Grockadoc didn't save Dragon, he saved him some work. And before you talk about a screwjob, there's no such thing when there are no rules."

"I disagree, but I also digress. As for the match itself, Dragon is facing someone eight inches taller and eighty pounds larger than him. What's his game plan?"

"It's a Last Man Standing Match. Dragon better pick up anything that isn't nailed down and hit Grock with it. He's a smart wrestler, smarter than you, smarter than Grockadoc, almost as smart as me... Hey, are you listening to me?"

Homeless Harry is too busy giving Andrew a five-dollar bill and sending him over the barricade back to the concessions. Foxx slaps him over the back of the head and his attention turns back to analyzing the pending match as MD is now stepping between the top and middle rope, into the ring. Dragon looks at the announcers' desk, scowling at the fact that more "ICW-ness" surrounds him every week. He patiently waits for Grockadoc in the center of the ring, stoic and focused.

TBC Grockadoc

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

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The countdown reaches 0 on the Titantron and the lights go out. Everyone stares at the stage, eagerly awaiting the entrance of the superstar. As smoke fills the arena and starts billowing down the ramp, a loud, deep voice is heard over the speakers.

Death on Earth! Has arrived. He purges those unworthy, and tonight 2 more shall be purged.

The crowd cheer as they realize that this can be only one man.

The titantron flickers to life, showing a fireball explode into Clips of Grockadoc in action, executing his various finishers on helpless victims. All of a sudden Indestructible by Disturbed blasts through the speakers.

Another mission
The powers have called me away
Another time
To carry the colors again
My motivation
An oath I’ve sworn to defend
To win the honor
Of coming back home again
No explanation
Will matter after we begin
Another dark destroyer that’s buried within
My true vocation
And now my unfortunate friend
You will discover
A war you’re unable to win

The crowd are on their feet chanting Grockadoc! Grockadoc! Grockadoc! They chant louder and louder until the music is completely drowned out. Grockadoc comes charging out from behind the curtains to a massive cheer. He charges to one side of the stage and does his signature taunt. He raises his right arm and cuts his throat slowly with the other as he charges to the other side and does his taunt again. He slowly makes his way towards the stage. He focuses on the ring, extends his arms and thrusts them upwards as fireworks burst from the stage, over the fans heads. Grockadoc watches their faces light up with the color and smiles. He begins to walk down the ramp.

Andrew: Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring, from Perth, Australia, weighing in at 303 pounds, He is The Purifier of the Unworthy, Death on Earth......... Grrrrockadoc!

Jenna: And here comes Grockadoc! A man who had a win last week against Nicholas Carson and Black Dragon. He know finds himself in the main event, in a Last Man Standing match against Metal Dragon!

Harry: Well this match could turn out quite good. We have strength and power verses Speed and Agility. Being a LMS match where it is no DQ, i would be more inclined to tip Metal Dragon. If there was DQ in this match, Grockadoc, but i am going to tip Metal Dragon mainly because of weapons.

I'll have you know
That I’ve become…

Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side
A terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you’re alive
I’m an indestructible master of war

Another reason
Another cause for me to fight
Another fuse uncovered
Now, for me to light
My dedication
To all that I’ve sworn to protect
I carry out my orders
Without a regret
A declaration
Embedded deep under my skin
A permanent reminder
Of how we began
No hesitation
When I am commanded to strike
You need to know
That you’re in for the fight of your life


Grockadoc walks down the ramp, shaking the fans hands. He stops at a little boy who cant be more than 5 years old and takes his necklace off, giving it to the kid. The kid stares at him, eyes full of wonder. Grockadoc smiles, ruffles the kids hair and continues on, leaving the kid stunned. Grockadoc reaches the entrance way and stares at the fans. He takes one step back, runs 2 steps forwards and jumps onto the ring apron as flames erupt from the turnbuckles. He climbs over the ropes and stands in the center of the ring and stares down Metal Dragon in the ring. He waits patiently and the bell is rung.

You will be shown
How I've become....

Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side
A terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you’re alive
I’m an indestructible master of war

I'm...

Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side
A terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you’re alive
I am indestructible (indestructible)

[M BISON]

The bell sounds as "Indestructible" fades out. Grockadoc and Metal Dragon stand off from opposite sides of the ring for a moment, then begin inching toward one another. They circle the ring once, trading sides, then finally get somewhat close and Grock throws a solid right, connecting with MD's jaw. Dragon falls down and rolls back to instantly get to his feet and rubs his cheek with his left hand, pointing a finger with his right hand and saying "Nice, nice". Grockadoc stomps toward MD, who drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The fan favorite grabs the top rope, looking down at his opponent as he stands outside the squared circle, and pushes off of the rope before stepping back and raising his arms. The crowd cheers as an unfazed Metal Dragon quickly slips under the apron and begins rummaging around. Grock lowers his arms and steps toward the ropes as MD emerges with a lighttube in each hand. He looks at Grockadoc for a moment before tossing the one in his right hand softly over the top rope to the heavyweight. Grockadoc catches the tube granted to him and MD backs up to the aisle, lighttube in hand as he gestures a hand out at the floor in front of him. Grock obliges, dropping down and sliding under the bottom rope down to the concrete floor. He gets control of the glass tube in his hand and turns to MD only to immediately see the middleweight jumping at him with the tube over his head before it smashes on his forehead. The glass shatters as a small cut opens on Grockadoc's scalp, but he quickly shakes it off and flails his own lighttube horizontally to impact with MD's chest. Dragon's eyes go wide as some of the glass stabs into his sternum and pectorals, stunned by the unexpected hit, and he backpedals to the ring barricade.

Harry: "They traded lighttubes there in these opening moments, Jenna, and it looks like Grockadoc is hitting harder!"

Jenna: "More important is that they're both cut, Harry. Loss of blood will wear you out big-time, and you know Metal Dragon knows where all the good instruments of pain are."

The referee has now gotten out of the ring, approaching the two competitors. Metal Dragon staggers off of the barricade toward Grock only to receive a clubbing blow to the top of the head. Grockadoc shoves MD onto the steel barricade and holds him against it with his left hand, then opens his right and slaps his palm down hard on the chest of Metal Dragon. "Wooo!" emanates through the arena, some ICW fans near Dragon choosing to do it right in his ear as another stiff chop is administered to his cut-open chest. Some of the glass is dug deeper in Dragon's chest as Grock shakes his hand off and momentarily examines a new cut on his palm. He then pulls MD toward him and ducks down before scooping the technician up between his legs, then turning him over and slamming the middle of his back onto the top of the barricade as the front-row fans step away. The EVPW original falls onto the floor in the crowd, slumped against the barricade as Grock backs away and orders the ref to begin counting. "One!" Grockadoc walks to the ring and reaches under the apron, and begins pulling a table out. "Two!" Dragon begins pulling up on the barricade as Grock drags the table toward MD. "Three!"

"Four!" Dragon gets to his feet, breaking the count as the table is now set up. MD climbs over the steel retainer and bum-rushes his adversary, delivering an elbow to the small of Grockadoc's back to shove him onto the table. Another elbow is delivered before Grock turns around and quickly latches his right hand onto MD's throat, then grabs Dragon's waist and lifts him up in the air. Metal Dragon, however, kicks Grock in the face on the way up to soften Grockadoc's grasp. MD then softly lands on the ground as Grock stumbles back, then he climbs onto the table. As Grockadoc approaches him, he leaps off of the table and turns to the right while loading his left leg, then shoots his left leg straight to the side at Grockadoc. The flying side kick makes the heel of Metal Dragon slam into Grockadoc's mouth and he staggers back before slumping back onto the metal barricade. Dragon lands on his feet and ignores Grock, instead walking around the ring to the left side from his perspective.

"That's about as hardcore as you can get without using weapons! I wouldn't be surprised if a couple of Grockadoc's teeth were just knocked loose!"

"Very good job by Metal Dragon. He countered the chokeslam and the end result is a dazed Grockadoc with a busted lip."

The referee raises his arms to begin the ten count, but Grock quickly stands up. MD lifts up the apron and produces a long blue bag from under the ring, Grock still on the side of the ring near the entranceway where he is pulling a ladder out. Dragon opens the bag and looks around in it, then pulls out a cheese grater. Grock stands the ladder up and opens it, then places it on the ground next to the already set-up table. He sees MD approaching, grater in left hand with overnight bag dragging behind from the right. The bag is dragged in front of the ring and set down. Grock ascends the ladder, the closest place to retreat from the cheese grater that MD wields. Dragon begins climbing the ladder as well.

"Up the ladder they go, and while I have time to ask, WHERE did he get that overnight bag?"

"Jean-Paul Gaultier."

"Ah... Wait, how did you know?"

"Stole one once. Needed something to sleep in."

Being only a 10-foot ladder, Grockadoc reaches the top quickly and Dragon soon after. Dragon immediately receives an overhead club to the head as he finishes his climb. He grabs the top of the ladder with his right hand and Grock shoves him, but he maintains his balance with his other arm and the grater sticking out far behind him. Finally getting control of himself, Metal Dragon brings the cheese grater forward along with his upper body and slams the thin metal into the forehead of Grockadoc, then slashes it upward to cut Grock's head open. The heavyweight screams as MD pitches the grater behind his back, landing in the ring. The referee creeps up next to the ladder, ready for one man to fall, and he stands below Metal. Grock finally controls himself and swings a sloppy left fist that hits MD in the temple. Dragon clutches the top of the ladder again to maintain his balance. Once he's stabilized, he puts his hands on top of Grock's head and jumps two rungs down the ladder, luckily landing on his feet lower down the simple steel machine. Dragon steps back up as Grockadoc wobbles in a daze for a moment. The heavier man then instinctively throws a huge right that connects with MD's jaw before both men fall of the ladder, Dragon landing on the inconveniently positioned referee and Grockadoc right through the table as the crowd goes wild.

"OH MY GOD!"

"The ref's out! He can't make the count!"

"And having him in commission could've given us either a no-contest or probably a win for Dragon if he got lucky!"

"That was completely crazy, though. And pretty dumb on the ref's part for standing where he did!"

Both competitors and the official lie motionless, MD next to the ref at the end of the entranceway and Grockadoc in the wreckage of the table.

TBC Grockadoc

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

Both men lay there, much to the crowds enjoyment. The crowd break into a EVPW chant as Metal Dragon recovers, taking a lighter fall using the ref as a landing mat. He slowly crawls to his feet and walks over to the apron and drops to his knees, lifts it up and starts searching for something. He emerges shortly after, metal trashcan and lid clutched firmly in his hands. He gets to an upright base and walks around the ring to where Grockadoc lays in the pile of splintered wood and metal. MD drops the trashcan and raises the lid, continuing the momentum and slams it down, smashing it across Grockadocs helpless, bloody face. A sickening thud is heard as MD smiles sadistically. He drops the violently dented trashcan lid and picks up the Trashcan. He holds it in the air, and stares down at Grockadoc, who is starting to stir and lays it across his waist. MD walks over the ring and climbs through the ropes, walks to the corner and begins to ascend the turnbuckle, much to the cheers and woops of the crowd. He reaches the top, stares out over the crowd, who are on their feet screaming. He starts taunting them, getting them worked into a frenzy before launching off, bringing his legs into his chest, before extending them. Time seems to stand still, as MD makes his descent. He is about halfway down when all of a sudden Grockadoc throws the trashcan up, the handle hitting Dragon in the head, sending him off target and slamming him into the mat, blocking that attempt at a frogsplash. Grockadoc slowly gets to one knee and balances himself. He looks around, vision obscured by the blood and sees MD laying on the mat, in a pool of blood.

What an innovative, creative and smart counter from the Purifier of The Unworthy. He suckered MD into jumping and when he did, MD copped a faceful of Aluminium.

Aluminum you idiot! and it wasnt a Faceful you retard, the handle of the bin hit him and has sliced him open from the looks of it.

Aluminum, Aluminium. Its all the same thing. The most important thing is, MD is as busted open as Grockadoc. They are both bleeding heavily and Grock busted Dragon open without having to resort to a cheese grater.

Grockadoc slowly makes it to his feet and picks up Metal Dragon and lifts him into the air, using his strength and throws him in between bottom and middle ropes into the ring. Grockadoc walks over and climbs in himself, walks over and slaps the ref across the cheek, trying to wake him up. The ref stirs slightly and Grockadoc grabs him and lifts him to his feet, leaning him in the corner to come to his senses. Grock turns around and walks over to MD picks him up and grabs his arms, yanks and sends him flying into the ropes. MD hits the ropes and rebounds off, a waiting Grockadoc catching him off the rebound sweeping his legs and slamming him down with a spinebuster. Grockadoc picks himself up of the mat and walks over to the ropes, climbs out and lifts up the apron. He reaches under and quickly draws his hand out shaking it, a spot of blood dripping from his fingers. He reaches under the apron carefully and pulls out a plaster board, with barbed wire covering it. The crowd go nuts at this and some people turn away, sick to their stomachs at such a violent weapon. Grockadoc laughs and slide sit into the ring, before sliding in himself. He pushes up off the mat with both hands and gets to his feet. He bends down and picks up the plaster, walks over to the corner and leans it at a 45 degree angle. Grockadoc, satisfied picks up MD and drags him to the corner and lays him against the barbed wire. He walks to the opposite corner and stares at the helpless MD, before taking 2 steps and breaks out into a full blown run. After about 4 steps running, Grockadoc launches, body extending, heading straight for MD, who quickly rips away from the corner, and ducking, leaving a few pieces of skin hanging of bits of barbed wire. He lets out a yelp of pain as Grockadoc flies through the air, towards the now empty barbed wire. Grockadoc smashes into it torso first as the concrete breaks, snapping in half and sending the top half sliding down his back, barbed wire tearing through his skin. He lets out a bloodcurdling howl of pain and stands there, shocked as the pain immobilizes him.

THATS WHAT I CALL HARDCORE! GROCKADOC WAS WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIS WON BODY TO ATTEMPT OT PUT METAL DRAGON AWAY FOR GOOD IN THIS MATCH. ONLY THING IT IT BACKFIRED AND HE MAY HAVE LOST HALF OF HIS SKIN AT THE SAME TIME!

Shut your mouth! You dont have to get excited over a botched Leaping Splash through a plaster slab wrapped in barbed wire. Its not that big a deal. I mean, i saw quiet a few matches were guys brought sledgehammers and broke peoples wrists and ankles to win the match.

Whoever those emo fags were wouldnt stand a chance against the REAL wrestlers of EVPW. I mean i thought my nice little dumpster outside of ICW was nice, but EVPW has everything in it. Chunks of human flesh courtesy of Rhaps, youve got 3 different T Shirts sewn into one courtesy of TPK. You name it we've got it. It just goes to show you how far superior EVPW is to any other promotion.

MD lays on the mat, trying not to concentrate on the stinging pain in his back where his missing layers of skin have been sliced and ripped away. He vaguely hears the ref shout one and looks up, seeing Grockadoc standing up, and realizes he is getting counted. He shakes his head snapping out of his stupor and starts crawling to the ropes, making it to his feet at the count of 2. MD gets to both feet and the ref stops his count. MD sees Grockadoc standing there and runs, jumps and extends both of his feet, slamming it into a piece of plaster that is resting on Grockadocs back, driving the barbed wire deeper into his back and sending Grockadoc forward, sending Barbed Wire deeper into his sternum and pectorals. Grockadoc cries out in pain as MD gets to his feet and walks over to the left side of the ring, gets out and walks to the announcers tables and pulls a guy off of a steel chair before climbing back into the ring. He runs at Grockadoc, chair raised above his head and swings, sending it crashing down, wrapping it around Grockadocs head and sending a sickening thud through the arena once more. Grockadocs eyes roll back into his head as he falls to the mat, plaster still dug into his back. The big man hits the mat hard and MD starts showboating to the crowd, who are cheering like crazy for such a brutal and violent match. MD walks over and starts climbing the ropes, and sits on the top turnbuckle, clapping to each of the referees counts.

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Look at Metal Dragon. So cocky up there thinking he has the match one. A chair shot has never ended a Last Man Standing match as long as i ahve been a commentator.

And how long have you been commentator? 12 months? See, everything doesnt happen just because you want it to. Im also pretty sure a chair shot has won plenty of LMS matches. This is going to be one of them.

TBCB MD

[M BISON]

"Five!"

Grockadoc shows signs of life, trying to sit up. Dragon drops from his perch and rolls out of the ring.

"Six!"

Grock rolls to his stomach and sees MD retrieving another chair from ringside.

Harry: "He's moving! He's gonna get up!"

Jenna: "He's still lying down, Harry. Just now he's on his stomach. Is that an improvement or something?"

"Seven!"

The heavyweight gets to one knee while Dragon slides into the ring with the chair held against his body. MD gets up and readies his chair in his hands to strike. Grock makes it to his feet as the referee shouts "Eight!" and stumbles toward MD. Metal Dragon steps toward Grock and then jumps in the air with chair loaded overhead. MD starts to swing it downward at Grockadoc, but the larger man quickly reaches both arms between Dragon's arms and grabs him by the throat. MD is lifted in the air with his arms shaking, chair overhead as Grockadoc turns around to have MD's back to the center of the ring. Dragon finally brings the chair down, smacking it on top of Grock's head. Grockadoc ignores the pain of the chair shot before slamming Metal Dragon on the mat, the technician's back landing on the canvas hard. Grock finally staggers back and slumps onto the ropes, his ears ringing as he stares into the distance. However, Grock's still on his feet so the ref only counts for MD. "One!" Dragon huffs in frustration on the ground, annoyed that the count was started so quickly. He then begins to attempt getting up. "Two!" Dragon gets to his feet, rubbing his neck for a second and then grabbing the chair from the canvas.

"Grockadoc needs to start using those weapons more. Dragon's running circles around him and beating him down with anything he can pick up."

"Yes, and once he gets a powerful chair shot or two in, then he can wear MD down with his size. You've gotta remember that Metal Dragon does not get tired, you can only slow him down by punishing him."

Grock sees the chair used to put him down a minute ago on the mat, and he picks it up as MD maintains the hold on his own. The two men approach each other with their chairs, then Grockadoc lifts the chair overhead to strike. The veteran Metal Dragon, however, shoots forward to avoid the chair while thrusting the top of his own into the gut of Grock. The six-foot-eight powerhouse doubles over as Dragon turns the chair around in his hands and then jabs one of the legs of the chair into the back of Grock's left knee, making him drop to that knee. Metal gets up and walks back around to Grockadoc's front, then grips the chair with both hands at his waist. He prepares to raise it, but Grock grabs it as well and thrusts it into MD's gut, causing the middleweight to bend over somewhat. Grock pulls MD's chair and slams it into his abdomen once more, now doubling over the EVPW original. Still on one knee, Grock lifts the chair to put it in front of MD's head, MD still holding it, and then the giant newcomer slams the top of his head straight into the chair. Metal Dragon lets go of the chair and stumbles back. Grockadoc gets up with what was MD's chair now in his hands, and he kicks the other chair toward MD while making his way over to his smaller opponent. Dragon finally stands up straight and Grock reaches over him with his left hand, chair in that hand to place it on MD's back, then he drops down and puts his right arm between MD's legs and grips the other side of the chair. Grockadoc easily scoops the much-lighter Metal Dragon up and flips him over before slamming him onto the mat hard, MD's back landing on the chair. The referee approaches Grock, but Grock waves him off as he isn't done yet. Grockadoc picks up the other chair and places it on MD's chest, then stands up straight and flexes his muscles for a moment. The 302-pounder then jumps up and spreads all fours out before splashing his stomach on the top chair, crushing MD between the two steel chairs. Much of the crowd lets out an "Ooh!" of approval, others simply just cheer as Grockadoc gets up and backs away.

"What a splash between those chairs! Metal Dragon's ribs could be crushed! That was brutal!"

"Now Grockadoc has the advantage, and he'd better keep offense like that coming if he wants to put his opponent away."

"I agree, Jenna. That mix of the weight advantage along with hardcore tactics really turned the tide in Grockadoc's favor after a nice slew of offense!"

The referee begins his count. "One!" Grockadoc steps between the top and middle rope, out of the ring. "Two!" MD remains motionless as Grock walks around the ring to MD's overnight bag, opening it and looking around. "Three!" Metal Dragon brushes the chair off of his chest and opens his eyes, trying to keep them from rolling to the back of his head. "Four!" Grockadoc pulls a wad of tattered clothes from the bag and begins throwing them to the side to reveal a coil of barbed wire. "Five!" MD rolls to his stomach and grabs the chair that was on top of him, holding both legs and sticking it into the mat as he begins to push himself up on it. "Six!" Grockadoc has now removed the last of the clothing cushioning the barbed wire as he tosses it over the top rope into the ring and reaches into the light blue bag again. "Seven!" MD is now to one knee as Grock pulls a mandolin with lightbulbs sticking out of it from the bag. Grockadoc raises an eyebrow at the interesting weapon before shrugging his shoulders and sliding it under the bottom rope into the ring. "Eight!" MD finally pushes himself to his feet, breaking the count, and picks up the chair as well. Grock climbs onto the apron and steps into the squared circle. Metal Dragon stumbles for a moment before planting his feet in the ground and looking at Grockadoc. Grock picks up the lightbulb-filled mandolin and holds it tightly. Dragon charges at his opponent with chair in hand and Grockadoc loads the mandolin back, ready to swing. MD stops short of Grock and the heavyweight swings the mandolin horizontally, but Dragon expects it and ducks before slamming the top of the chair into the crotch of the Purifier of the Unworthy. Grockadoc doubles over as MD quickly drops the chair and straightens Grock's right arm, holding it at the elbow and wrist in a hammerlock as to not let him use the mandolin. Dragon slides his left arm to Grock's tricep and then slams his knee into the elbow of the heavyweight, loosening his grasp on the mandolin. MD snatches the violently-modified instrument out of his adversary's hand before walking in front of him. MD puts his right hand on the back of Grock's head, then positions the mandolin with lightbulbs facing up right under Grock's face. Dragon then drops to one knee while pushing the head of Grockadoc down, sandwiching the breaking the mandolin and lightbulbs between his knee and Grock's face. Grockadoc quickly recoils back on the ropes, fresh cuts now all over his face.

"Metal Dragon just shattered glass all over Grockadoc's face with his knee! He could've taken one of his eyes out!"

"That's Dragon for you. Weird weapons that produce brutal results."

Grock leans on the ropes, the larger man by 82 pounds feeling much littler than he is. He stumbles forward, Metal Dragon grabbing his arm and whipping him across the ring. Grock runs across the ring and bounces off of the far ropes while MD turns around and rebounds from the near ropes. Dragon then charges at Grockadoc as the two appear to be set to meet in the center of the ring, MD quickly shooting forward before they do to slam his left shoulder into the ribs of Grockadoc. All of MD's might and momentum send the heavier man crashing to the mat as the crowd shows a mixed reaction. Metal Dragon rolls off of the downed Grock and lies on the ground, having exerted a lot of energy in connecting with the DragonFire.

"DRAGONFIRE!!! Wow, I finally get to yell it like that!"

"They're both completely exhausted, though. Dragon wore himself out landing that move. He's winded and Grock's wind has been knocked out. I am amazed that Dragon was able to do it, though."

The referee looks at both men for a second before beginning to count.

TBC Grockadoc

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

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At the count of three, Metal Dragon begins to haul himself to his feet. He makes it to his feet at the count of FOUR! and Grockadoc starts stirring, clutching his midriff, trying to get his breath back after that DragonFire. Metal Dragon steps back and allows the ref to keep the count going. FIVE! Grockadoc starts to sit up, and shakes his head, trying to shake off the effects of that particular finishing maneuver. Metal Dragon stands there, behind the referee, shaking his head in shock, not able to believe his finisher did not end the match right there. SIX! Grockadoc starts slowly rising up off the canvas, and grabs the ropes for support. SEVEN! Metal Dragon, sensing that Grockadoc is going to make the count of ten charges at the ropes and springs off, charges at Grockadoc and launches. He gets to the highest point of his jump and extends his feet, slamming the soles of his feet into Grockadocs turned back, sending the big man crashes into the ropes. Grockadoc hits the ropes, and the impact sends him over the top rope and crashing to the mat on the outside. Grockadoc hits the mats on the outside hard, and doesnt seem to know where he is. The ref begins to count again. ONE! Grockadoc lays on the mat, blinking, trying to focus on where he is and what is happening. TWO! He tries to lift himself off of the mat, but cant seem to find the energy. THREE! Grockadoc finally manages to raise his arms, and regains strength enough to haul himself to his feet. Grockadoc waits for a couple of moments, and stares at the crowd, who are pointing with awed looks on their faces. Grockadoc stares back at them puzzled and turns around to see what they are pointing at. He sees Metal Dragon jump over the ref, land on the ropes and springboard off, flipping backwards. Grockadoc just stands there stunned at the skills and acrobatics of Metal Dragon, who is starting to do a backflip in the air, before arcing down, his trajectory, Grockadoc. He snaps to his senses but too late, he feels Metal Dragon slam into him and all the air rush from his lungs yet again. Both men are down and out, the crowd going absolutely ballistic at that move, chanting HOLY SHIT!. Everyone in the arena is standing on there feet cheering, a little kid in the front row is sitting in his chair, face spread into a huge grin and eyes full of wonder. The ref snaps back to his senses and sees both men down on the outside, and starts to count. ONE! Everyone in the crowd starts to chant along with the referees count. TWO! THREE! FOUR! Metal Dragon starts to get to is feet, blood, pouring from the face of both men. Metal Dragon finally makes it to his feet and slides into the ring on the count of FIVE! Grockadoc starts to commando crawl towards the apron. SIX! He grabs onto the fabric and hauls himself up with his left hand, and swings his right hand, clutching the ring. SEVEN! Grockadoc starts to haul himself up, now in a sitting position. He starts to get to his feet. EIGHT! He finally makes it to his feet and the ref stops the count.

What a move by Metal Dragon. He leapfrogged the referee, and like a cat landed on the ropes, springboarded and hit a shooting star press, landing right on the distracted target of Grockadoc!

Well, that is skills that we hardly see in wrestling. Agility, speed and great balance to be able to pull off such a majestic and graceful move, and to actually hit it and take Grockadoc off of his feet? Pure athleticism and perfection.

Metal Dragon stares in shock and disbelief, before walking to the ropes, bends over and grabs Grockadoc by the hair, but Grockadoc wraps his hand around the back of Metal Dragons head and drops to his knees, sending MD throat first into the rope and crashing to the canvas, coughing and spluttering, clutching his throat. Grockadoc gets to his feet and wipes the blood from his eyes, before slowly getting into the ring. He walks over, and picks Metal Dragon up by the hair, before grabbing him and flipping him upside down, nailing a Scoop Slam. Grockadoc stands over Metal Dragon, waiting for him to sit up. Metal Dragon stirs and starts to sit himself up. Grockadoc runs towards the ropes and rebounds off, running at full pace and lifts his leg, thrusting it forward and kicks MD in the mouth, knocking him backwards. One of MDs teeth fly from his mouth, as he falls to the mat, head bouncing off of the canvas. Grockadoc slowly walks to the corner of the ring as the ref begins to count. ONE! Grockadoc grabs the top rope and steps onto the bottom turnbuckle, slowly ascending. He wobbles a bit, before regaining his balance and starts climbing again. TWO! Grockadoc reaches the top and turns around, glaring down at Metal Dragon, who slowly starts moving his head. THREE! Grockadoc stands up, and crouches his legs, before pushing off, legs extended, in a sitting position. The ref sees Grockadoc in the air and moves out of the way just in time, as Grockadoc slams his quad into the chest of MD with a Top Rope Leg Drop. Grockadoc smiles and pulls himself off of Metal Dragon, walking to the corner. The referee walks over and starts telling him he is not allowed to hit a move while he is counting. Grockadoc ignores him and pushes him away, telling him to count. The referee walks away, and initiates the count. ONE! Grockadoc leans against the turnbuckle, in the corner, smirk stretching his face as blood still drips out of the gash in his forehead. TWO! Metal Dragon doesnt even blink his eyelids, clearly out. THREE! FOUR! FIVE! At the count of five, Metal Dragon slowly starts to sit up. Grockadoc gets a crazy look on his face, and crouches in the corner, motioning to MD to turn around.

What is this? Is Grockadoc trying a DragonFire against Metal Dragon? Is this guy on drugs or what?

Well, for all we know, he could be. We dont even know anything about him except his name, weight, hometown and where he lives.

Metal Dragon gets himself to a sitting position and shakes his head, dazed. He wipes blood from his eyes, before slowly pushing himself off of the mat. He gets to his feet, and turns around, just in time to see Grockadoc spring forwards, shoulder extended. Metal Dragon reacts in time, leaping over Grockadoc and lands on his feet. Grockadoc turns around, frustrated. He sees Metal Dragon raise his foot and kick Grockadoc in the midsection, doubling Grockadoc over. Metal Dragon grabs Grockadoc, and places his head between his knees, and reaches for his arms. Grockadoc, sensing a One Way Trip, pulls out and spins. He stops spinning facing Metal Dragon, and kicks him in between the legs with a low blow.Metal Dragon lets out a cry of pain and bends over, falling to his knees. Grockadoc seizes the opportunity, raises his arms, and slowly slides his right thumb across his throat. He reaches down, grabs Metal Dragons head and places it between his knees. Grockadoc scans the crowd, who are cheering, before wrapping his arms around Metal Dragons, lifting him up, so his arms are pinned behind his back, hooked. Grockadoc launches into the air, bends his knees and tilts MD a bit, so he is on a 45 degree angle, before slamming into the mat, driving Metal Dragon face first into the mat, hitting his finisher the One Way Trip, trying to end this match. Grockadoc falls backwards, spent, having used all of his energy to execute the move. Both men lay on the mat, not moving. The only motion the slow rise and fall of their chests, as the breathe. The ref raises his hands and begins to count.

Oh my god what a match this has been. Only on EVPW will you see top notch athletes like these compete in such a brutal match, and still see high risk moves, reversals of a finisher into a finisher which is reversed into a finisher that is connected!

What did you just say? I caught the first part, but you completely lost me. I do agree with you though. These are the highest quality wrestlers. They are exclusive to EVPW, and for that we thank Devin Bozz and Nathaniel Banks for bringing us the best possible wrestlers for our company. With high profile names and skills to match, EVPW has entertainment and quality oozing from it. The quality of the superstars is second to none, and it is showing here!