Tag title match

[skull]

The fans in the Cow Palace are on their feet after all the action they've seen tonight and can't wait for more. The lights dim down a little, causing the fans to hush so that only a faint murmur and the sound of coughing can be heard from the crowd. After a few seconds, the spotlights illuminating the stage change from white to an alternating red and purple. This is followed by the speakers kicking into action and blasting out Suffering You by 16Volt. The fans go crazy, anticipating the arrival of the self proclaimed rock god. Before Corrin walks out onto the ramp, Lizzie announces the match to the fans in the arena and the millions watching at home.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is for the EVPW United Glory Tag Team Championships."

JP: Our first title bout of the night and it is sure to be a stormer.

Ray: It's getting serious now, Jimmy. Our last four matches of the evening and all four titles on the line. Well, 5 if you count the tag titles separately.

The song has now been playing for almost a minute when Corrin Cobain finally walks out onto the ramp to an explosion of cheers. The camera pans around the crowd, capturing the reactions of many screaming girls and their slightly annoyed boyfriends. As the camera continues the scan the arena it pauses over a woman holding up a sign with a picture of a new born baby on it. Underneath is the caption I named my baby after Corrin Cobain!

"Introducing the first challenger"

The camera returns to CC who is now walking down the ramp. He is wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a promotion T-shirt from the 1998 movie 'The Killing Grounds' #. He is also wearing his signature pink and black sunglasses and and carrying his guitar.

"From Camden, London. Weighing in at 200lbs. He is the Rock God. Corrin Cobain."

As Lizzie finishes her introduction, CC falls to his knees and behind him a series of pyrotechnics spring to life, showering the stage with gold and silver sparks.

JP: Well I was talking to Corrin earlier today and he said he was going to take full advantage of this larger arena and the ability to use pyros. I neglected to tell him that despite EVPW renting a larger arena, he will still have to foot the bill for any pyrotechnics used.

Ray: Well it is certainly getting the fans pumped but unless he can translate it into the ring, the showmanship of this entrance won't be worth much. That said, it is nice and sparkly.

Corrin reaches the bottom of the ramp and starts to high five a few of the fans in the front row. He sees a young fan, about 6 or 7 years old and gives him his sunglasses then poses for a picture with the kid's family.

Ray: Cobain is so nice sometimes it's sickening. if he was any more PG he'd be a Disney movie.

CC grabs a microphone then slides into the ring.

CC: What up San Fran? You lucky people have already witnessed 14 of the whopping 18 matches booked for tonight. That's enough action for two nights but here at EVPW we give it to you all in one go. It's all the fun of a marathon without Paula Radcliffe pissing in the street or some idiot in a rhino costume. Well technically we do have an idiot in a rabbit costume but that's besides the point. Tonight the as-yet-unnamed team of Corrin Cobain an Duke Taylor will fulfill our destines as we become the EVPW Tag Team Champions, or as they say down in Mexico Los Campeonatos de Parejas.

JP: That's a bold statement by Cobain but you have to ask yourself, what state are Vladimir Strife and Rhaps in as a team? We all saw what happened with Rhaps first leaving the Kingdom then cutting his own partner.

Ray: I've always liked VladdiRhaps but Rhaps is just too unstable right now. Even I'd say no to him and that's saying something.

JP: It sure is. And if that wasn't enough, both Rhaps and Vladimir Strife have already competed tonight. The odds are definitely against the champions.

Ray: And as we saw earlier this week, CC knows a thing or two about odds.

(TBC by Duke/Vlad/Rhaps)

[Vladimir Strife]

The arena lights dim down and the fans sit in high anticipation for the opposition tonight. The first of the tag team champs gets his signal, 'PsychoSocial' by Slipknot hitting the PA. Rhaps comes out from the back, pausing atop the ramp and looking out about this crowd, unworthy of his presence the first time tonight, much less lone the second or third. His face appears smeared in a brown of sorts, the color being that of dried human blood on his features. His bright red eyes hauntingly peer out, seeming as if almost to glow, small children huddling up to their parents in fear that Rhaps will decide to stab them.

"Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds... he hails from Canterbury, England and is one half of the EVPW United Glory champions... the SIC monster himself.. RHAPS!"

He makes his way down the ramp, blood on his black shorts, small cuts detailing the fabric and his eagerness to use the blade. He makes his way past the rows of disapproving fans, saving his hatred for them and planning to unleash it upon Corrin Cobain and Duke Taylor and if need be, Vladimir Strife as well. As he reaches the steps to the ring and begin climbing up, his music shuts off abruptly.

JP: Well, it looks like Rhaps has joined the party and I have to say, Ray, I'm SERIOUSLY wondering where his head is at with his troubles with his partner and what condition his body must be in after that brutal triple threat we saw earlier tonight.
Ray: I know, I know, and I've heard this a bunch tonight. The simple fact is that Rhaps is one of the best we have in this business and if ANYONE can pull off a triple threat and a tag match in one night, there's only one man more qualified and Rhaps is teaming with that man!
JP: Well, Vladimir was set for a match of his own earlier... so you have to wonder between fatigue, how this team will perform. And on top of that, how much of a challenge they have ahead of them, heading into this hating their partner and facing a team as cohesive and cooperative as Duke and Corrin.

The lights dim once more, Rhaps and his opponents looking to the titantron and all 3 preparing themselves, not a one knowing who the King plans on going after first.

'The New Black' by Strapping Young Lad begins, a large portion of the crowd actually applauding and clapping along to the beat. They hadn't lost their hatred for Vlad, but with Rhaps around, he had become the lesser of two evils and one of the few men who could go toe to toe with the psychopath.

Vladimir swipes the black curtain aside and steps out, hunched down, his eyes locked on his tag team partner, eyebrows furrowed down in his usual appearance of anger and rage. His usual attire has changed a bit, now donning a greyish-white t-shirt with a black dragon on the front. Extending from the t-sleeves are long sleeves, something Vladimir is never seen without. They are black, , dragons painted down the arms in a white paint, a reverse in the color scheme from the main part. The fingerless gloves he is wearing tonight are a very light cream color, the word "Lights" written across the knuckles of the right glove, "OUT!" written across those of the left. He places them side by side in front of him in a symbolic message of his intentions tonight.

The rest of his outfit has, however, remained the same. A small pendant of a sword around his neck, black pants, black wrestling boots. Around his waist, the other half of the United Glory titles is fastened and held. He smacks the faceplate of it as he makes his way down the ramp, reaching out and tagging the few hands protruded in his support.

"And his partner... hailing from Sighisoara, Romania... weighing in at two hundred and sixty-nine pounds.. he is the King... VLADIMIR STRIFE!!"

All around the arena, the fans begin to point at Rhaps, almost accusingly as Vladimir gets closer and closer, screaming "VLAD IS GOING TO KILL YOU!".

Vladimir takes off in a sprint, Rhaps dropping back and down from the steel steps as he prepares himself for a fight. Strife surprises him, however, sliding straight into the ring. He unhooks the buckles on the strap and lets the belt fall as he's getting up. He kicks it over to the referee and stands in the corner, leaving no doubt as to who is starting for his team and staring down Corrin and Duke now. The fans seem dissatisfied, having hoped to see Vladimir and Rhaps begin brawling. The referee calms things down, getting Rhaps' title as well and prepared for this match-up to begin.

[duketaylor]

DING DING DING!!!

The sound of stock market bells are heard throughout the arena before cows and drums. The instrumental tune known as "Longhorn" blasts throughout the arena before the long, white "DT" initialed limo pulls up on the entrance ramp. As expected, the crowd begins to harass Taylor with their boos as his limo driver holds his door open for him. Taylor slowly rises out of the passenger's seat. As soon as his black, refined 80's Durango cowboy boots come into contact with the stage floor, Taylor removes his cowboy hat from his head and raises it high into the air while both raising the pinkie of his free hand in the air and complimenting the arena with what can be considered a non-unfeigned smile. Taylor drops his pinkie down and places his hat back onto his head before strolling down the ramp in a suave manner.

Lizzie Morna:
Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Arlington Texas, weighing in tonight at 290 pounds he is the other half of team Duke-Cobain.... The Self Made Billionaire.... Duke Taylor!!!!

The seemingly undefeatable, insuperable team of Rhaps and Vlad, the Unsung Glory champs switch their focus from the arrogant Taylor, whom draws nearer and then to his partner, Corrin Cobain who gets himself ready for war. Taylor's shoulders drop up and down, from side to side. His white teeth glitter in the spotlight and his eyes focus straight on Vlad and Rhaps. Looking at his face though, you couldn't understand how serious he deems the situation as his every movement seem to be in a superficial manner. Maybe the only inkling, the only intimation of his understanding of the situation, is the fact that his chest bounces up and down to the rapid fashion of his breathing.

Taylor deep down may be feeling a bit apprehensive, a little nervous at the fact that he'll be in the ring with the two greatest superstars in last decade... maybe.

Nonetheless, Duke marches up the steel steps in a suave manner but when he reaches the top, he stops his motions, dropping his cowboy hat down to his side and with his eyes, he stares straight into the eyes of the devil, Rhaps, hoping to see which one of them will blink first. Taylor ends the standoff though, but instead of blinking he deprives the arena of a winner as he turns his attention to Vlad who stretches his arm and loosens his neck.

Taylor then wipes his chin with his free hand before walking along the apron. Duke wipes his feet on it as if he is attempting to clean his boots of some sort of filth before entering the ring through the middle and top rope.

Ray:
This folks is exactly what its all about! Duke and Corrin Cobain vs. VladiRhaps for the Unsung Glory Titles! Tag action doesn't get much better than this!

JP:
Though on card Taylor and Cobain are the least experienced team, you have to wonder if Vlad and Rhaps are on the same page tonight. I mean, Rhaps up and left the Kingdom out of no where and has been carving unwanted tattoos into people left and right! Where does that leave Vlad, you know in his mindset!

Ray:
Don't be a fool! The separating of the two has only made them a more compatible. The King and The Devil will prove once again why they are the forces to be reckoned with after tonight because they're gonna destroy Taylor and Cobain!

Taylor takes his hat off and hands it, along with his sweat-jacket, to the nearby ring attendant. Taylor then looks at Cobain, and they both nod at the same time before approaching Rhaps and Vlad. The two teams come face to first in the middle of the ring, head-to-head, eye-to-eye. Cobain staring in the Devil, Rhaps eyes and Duke staring into Vlad's cold, heartless, eyes.

In the ring stands two teams looking to vanquish the other. One team consists of the challengers, trying to beat all odds and defeat what can only be described on card as an indomitable force. The other, the champs, focused and never a bit un-confident, hoping to successfully defend their honor, their pride, and their Unsung Glory Titles.

The sound of the ring bell in this case is the proverbial knife that cuts this particular tension. All 4 men simultaneously clinch their fists and attempt to punch their adversaries.

The battle has begun!

TBC:
(OOC: The Entrance Takes Place First because Corrin said I was already in the ring. Just thought I'd do it and get this feeling going. Good Luck.)

[Vladimir Strife]

As the match's official scrambles to break up Corrin Cobain and Rhaps, he pushes them towards their opposite corners, screaming at them to get out of the ring. As Duke takes a glance at the passing Rhaps to watch out for any funny business, he gives Vladimir just the opening he's looking for. The brief pause is more than enough time for Strife to throw his leg out and forward, slamming knee first across the solar plexus of Duke Taylor and sending him lurching forward, covering the impact zone with his forearms. The King reaches around the side of him, wrapping his arms around the midsection of the billionaire. He jerks him forward and flips him, dropping backwards as he tosses his adversary to the canvas beside him. As Vladimir stands up from it, it's clear that this torn tandem is more than willing to put their differences aside for the sake of the tag team championships.

JP: Vladimir just explodes right out of the gate, taking it fast and heavy to Duke Taylor! He had better not get too ahead of himself though, Taylor is one of the most promising rookie's in the locker room!
Ray: JP, when will you learn? A promising rookie is still just that, a rookie. Duke Taylor should have just stayed home and prayed that Vlad and Rhaps didn't decide to come there and kick his ass!

Vladimir waits as Duke gets up, waiting as Taylor shakes his head in shame at his own rookie mistake. He looks to Vlad and gets himself ready to show everyone what he's made of. He rushes at Vladimir like a charging bull, tonight's matador stepping aside and pushing Duke's head as he directs him to the side. Taylor stops just short of the ropes, Vlad enjoying a laugh at his expense. Duke steps up to the side of Vlad, bringing his arm over his shoulder and wrapping his leg around Vlad's. The King has made a mistake of his own and pays for it as Duke whips him back and down, slamming him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Vladimir quickly rises up with him, angry at having the table turned on him, Duke laughing at Vlad's anger getting the best of him.

Vladimir runs in, Duke side stepping and leading him into the corner. As Vlad turns around, he is met with a splash, being sandwiched between the corner padding and the 290 lb Texan. Taylor quickly grabs his arm and jerks it, turning and forcing Vladimir forward with an Irish whip. Vlad slams into the corner, his body nearly wrapping around the rope and threatening to send him over to the outside. He clings on and lands on his feet, however, still inside the squared circle. With little time to think, Duke Taylor is lining up for a sequel, following Vladimir across the ring and taking to the air with another large jump. He flings his body forward, driving his weight into the undefeated behemoth. His stomach clashes right on with Vladimir's lowered head, the surprise headbutt knocking him to the ground on his bottom.

[Rhaps]

The crowd begin jeering frantically as Duke Taylor scrambles up to a vertical base. Vlad begins coughing violently after successfully hitting a strange looking headbutt on one half of his opponents. Duke stands to his full height, his head being held high proudly as he gazes intently at the Romanian Legend. Vlad and Duke begin circling one another, the status quo very much returning to normal as the action in the ring dies down to nothing. A few random pockets of cheers and applause can be heard from the expectant crowd, the atmosphere hanging on a knife edge as the tension increases tenfold. Duke signals for Vlad to make attack him, earning a nod in response from the Undefeated Behemoth. Both men charge headlong at each other, both competitors locking up with one another. They begin to heave against one another, turning quickly into a shoving contest of brute force and ignorance as they squirm and fight to get the advantage. Suddenly, Vlad lets his weight shift to one side, the big Texan stumbling forwards clumsily as Vlad sticks his foot into the air in front of him. Taylor falls to the mat unceremoniously, lying on his hands and feet. Vlad acts instantly, charging at Duke and blasting his boot into the huge man’s face with a sickening crunch.

The Bambi Killer stands to one side, his eyes catching some movement in the corner of his eye. He sees his partner Rhaps climbing to the top of the turnbuckle, standing atop it precariously as he marks the downed Duke Taylor in the centre of the ring. Despite their recent animosity, Vlad moves out of the way to let his partner hit the high flying move. The Safety Ranger bunches his leg muscles before flinging himself bravely into the air. As he soars towards his opponent, Rhaps flips his body an impressive 270 degrees before his back arcs across the prone form of the Texan Money Man. Duke gives a grunt of pain as Rhaps stands up, finishing connecting with his finisher the, Safety Bomb. As the Beast Unleashed stands up, Vlad reacts instantly, grabbing a handful of his partner’s hair. Rhaps doesn’t have time to react as Vlad throws Rhaps towards the ring ropes, dumping his partner to the outside in a loud thud. Rhaps’ body contorts nastily from the impact as Vlad drops over Duke Taylor, trying to garner the pinfall. The referee drops to his knees and begins to count, the crowd chanting at the same time.

Ray: One! Two! Kick out! Duke kicked out after being hit with the Safety Bomb by the sexified Rhapsy-poo. How did he do that? These nasty superstars aren’t playing along to the script I have in my head. Duke and Corrin get beaten down easily and then Vlad and Rhaps invite me over for a nice game of hanky panky.

JP: Ugh, you really are disturbed Ray. Whatever goes on inside your head just make sure I’m not included in any one of them. I had a nice dinner and I’m not sure I could stomach the idea of you picturing me in some weird striptease.

Ray: Funny that you should mention that Jimmy. I have one fantasy with me and you, a paddling pool and 20 litres of cream. And then what we do is.....

JP: Just shut the fuck up Ray.

As the broadcast partners begin to argue between them, Vladimir Strife stands up, fully erect. He has a look of exasperation on his face as he beholds the sight of a still gasping Duke Taylor whilst the audience applauds his resilience. Vlad drops to his haunches and waits whilst his opponent begins to fight to a vertical base. He positions himself in front of the Texan Money Man; clearly having cruel intentions on his would be victim. Duke claws himself to his hands and knees, cradling his head in his hand as he tries to futilely block the pain screaming at him from every fibre down his body. He still has a pervasive ache burning down the entire expanse of his back after the tremendous Safety Bomb by the Rhapsitastic One. Vlad hurriedly signals for Duke to stand up as he continues to stalk his prey.

Suddenly, Duke Taylor rises to his feet in a sharp flurry of activity from the relative underdog. The Bambi Killer doesn’t have any time to react as the Texan Brawler slams into Vlad with his entire bulks. The smaller form of Vladimir Tepes Strife is lifted up off of his feet before being slammed into the canvas. Vlad’s back careens into the canvas with tremendous impact, the agony of the assault tearing down the entire expanse of his central nervous system. His nerve fibres transmit every ounce of pain experienced by the terrific manoeuvre as Duke holds onto his back. He turns on the spot and head over to his corner, tagging in Corrin Cobain as both Rhaps and Vlad remain inert in their relative positions.

TBCB

[duketaylor]

Cobain charges across the ring like a bat out of hell, running with purpose. Corrin meats the "King" Vladimir T. Strife in the center of the ring where he ducks a clothesline before keeping his momentum forward and ultimately bouncing off the nearby set of ropes. As he rebounds, Corrin leaps off the canvas, his speed, quickness, and agility catching the now turning undefeated king off guard. Cobain extends his arm out wide, smacking Vladimir in his head and ultimately knocking the impervious one down to the canvas.

The "King" quickly springs back up to a vertical base only to be met by air Cobain who levels him with another flying clothesline. This time Cobain lifts Vlad up, as he grabs him by his hair and pulls him to his feet. Cobain leans Vladimir on the ropes before grabbing his arm and pulling him toward himself in an Irish Whip attempt. Vladimir, the veteran, the living legend, the "King" counters the Irish Whip into his own as he sidesteps and throws Corrin across the ring. As Cobain rebounds, Vladimir marches into the center before bending over, leaning his head down and committing what we call in the business a rookie mistake, a minor infraction.

Cobain seizes the opportunity as he slows down his pace just in time to grab Vladimir, with both hands, around his head before leaping up and placing his knees into Vlad's face. The self proclaimed "Rock God" then falls backward to the canvas, pulling the "King" forward and when his back reaches the mat he drives an excruciatingly painful shock down Vlad's system starting from the face down, impaling him with the Knee Driven DDT.

The unique DDT doesn't take Vlad off his feet though, it just causes him to wobble and retrogress. With Vlad in a woozy state, the Rock God further takes advantage as he quickly rolls backward before rising to his feet and rebounding off the nearby set of ropes. As the "King" wobbles like a drunk, back into the center of the ring, Corrin rolls toward him, his feet leaving the floor a bit. As he turns to Vlad he lifts one leg up and when he completes his full rotation he takes his foot and smacks Vladimir right in the middle of his forehead suppressing the mighty, rather ego-maniacal king.

Vlad's head bounces off the canvas in an awkward fashion after the gracefully Spinning Wheel Kick and when his head comes back down to the canvas his eye lids shut and the electricity upstairs seemingly shuts off. In Vlad's absence of mind or lack of knowledge of where he is anymore, Cobain crawls onto him and hooks his legs looking to get the three count and the Unsung Glory titles.

JP:
What a flurry ending with that vicious Spinning Wheel Kick by Corrin Cobain and it might be enough to put down King Vlad!

Ray:
Oh no not Vlady! Kick out you bastard, your too sexy to be pinned by anyone other than...

JP:
Shut the hell up! God dammit! Here's the count!

1!

2!

Just as the referee's hand comes down to hit the mat for the third, consecutive and final time, Rhaps, out of nowhere comes into camera focus, as he springs across the ring and when he reaches Cobain, he quickly drops and elbow down on his head, breaking up the pinfall at the last moment.

As the ref springs up to subdue Rhaps from doing any more damage, Cobain lifts up and looks to get some immediate retribution. With the Rhaptistic One's back turned, Cobain leaps into the air and with and with his boots, drives his feet straight into the devils back coercing his momentum forward sending him flying through the middle rope. Just before he can fall completely out of the ring though, Rhaps gets a hold of the bottom ropes and hangs, saving himself from a potential bad landing.

The distraction of Rhaps though, is long enough for Vladimir to recuperate and take advantage as he springs up off the canvas and lifts his knee up driving it into the turning Cobain's sternum. Vlad then takes his knee and drives it into Cobain's nose, lifting up when he leaned over.

Groggy Cobain is almost helpless and cannot stop Vladimir's second wind. The "King" then grabs both of Cobain's arms before double underhooking them. The "King" holds the Rock God for a moment, posing almost, as he gapes his mouth and drops his tongue. After the brief taunt, Vladimir demonstrates his impeccable strength as he lifts Cobain up into the air, flipping him. As Cobain is being ascended, raised to higher ground though, Corrin counters, and demonstrates his elusiveness as he frees his arms from the underhook.

Cobain continues to move his momentum forward though until he finds himself straddling Vladamir's shoulder. With everything on the line, Cobain escapes the precarious situation, as he leans back while hooking Vladimir around his neck with his legs. Upon impact with the floor, Cobain releases Vladimir from his grasp only after using his full leg strength to propel him forward, sending him crashing face first into the corner turnbuckles.

Before Cobain and raise back up to his feet after hurricarana, Rhaps smacks Vladimir across his back, tagging himself in with only the ref knowing that he did it. Rhaps though, doesn't exactly jump in after the force tag, as he just sits back and allows Vladimir to take more punishment.

Vladimir retracts, staggers back while shaking his head, trying to stir himself and clean his cobwebs. Vladimir though, is oblivious to the fact that Corrin is set up perfectly in the corner across from him, as he stomps his foot repeatedly on the ground, tuning up not only his leg strength, but the crowd or the band for that matter.

The vociferous crowd, erupting in a state of pandemonium though, still isn't enough of a wake up call to get Vladimir back on track. As the undefeated "King" of Wrestling turns begins to rotate around, Cobain marches out of the corner or rather begins skipping sideways. When Cobain catches a glimpse of Vladimir's head, he lifts his leg up, high into the air. The sole of his foot catches Vladimir right on the side of his jaw, dropping egotistical one like a bad habit.

As Cobain turns over to cover whom the whole arena believes is the illegal man after the textbook, Sonic Boom, Rhaps creeps around the ring and when he reaches a rowdy Duke Taylor unnoticed, he skulks up behind him before grabbing him by his foot and yanking him off the ring apron. Taylor drops down face first on the side of the ring and as he sees stars and pretty lights, Rhaps takes advantage as he grabs him by his arm and pulls him forward, slamming him shoulder first into the steel steps.

Cobain, so over whelmed by his happiness, and the idea of being the only person ever to put Vlad down for the three count, doesn't hear the ruckus on the outside. As he hooks Vladimir's legs and extends his head back, seemingly definitely believing he is about to win the match, the crowd begins shouting the numbers out loud. When they reach three, Corrin still holds onto unconscious Vlad's leg but the absence of a bell sounding interrupts his joy. He climbs off a Vladimir and begins to argue with the ref, who pleads his case to Corrin, making him aware that Vlad is not the legal man.

While Corrin and the official argue Rhaps climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and prepares himself for his story book ending. When the referee makes Corrin aware and gets him to understand that Rhaps made a blind tag, Corrin scopes around the ring in search of the sneaky devil.. but it is much too late.

Rhaps leaps off the top turnbuckle and onto the top rope before leaping off backwards. He catches the turning Cobain off guard and just before impact he grabs Cobain around the head with his arm. When Rhaps's feet meet the floor the camera man pays attention to the new, dramatic situation, that is Rhaps is now in control. With Cobain in his grasp, Rhaps drops down to the canvas, ultimately driving Corrin Cobain, The Rock God, back, neck, and head first straight into the mat. The Rhaptistic one's plan unfolds just the way he devised it in his head.

Corrin Cobain drops in one swift maneuver known to everyone in the arena as the deadly, SIC Drop, Rhaps's favorite, trademark attack.

Ray:
Oh My God! THE SIC DROP! OH BABY THE SIC DROP! RHAPS, WITH HIS SMARTS AND SEXINESS OUT SMARTED STUPID CORRIN COBAIN AND THEN BOUNCED OFF THOSE ROPES AND SOARED THROUGH THE AIR LIKE THE MAGNIFICENT ANGEL HE IS BEFORE DROPPING THAT BASTARD COBAIN WITH HIS PATENT SIC DROP!!! *breath*

JP:
More like the devil! If it weren't for Rhaps blind tagging and letting Vladimir get hammered with the Sonic Boom we would have new Unsung Glory Champions!

Ray:
But you've got to admit, that plan was ingenious! I didn't see the tag, Corrin didn't see it and neither did the fans. He did it so quickly that it barely caught the ref's eyes! He let Vlad take one for the team, scapegoating him, letting him be the distraction, only for him to take Duke out of the equation and then Corrin too! What a turn of events!

All we need is a steady count, and then we can get on with the celebrations!

Rhaps, climbs onto the fallen Corrin just as Ray had hoped for. With Corrin's shoulders clearly pinned down, the Rhaptistic One hooks both his legs causing the ref, whom is in perfect position, to drop down and make the count.

1!

2!

TBC

[Vladimir Strife]

As the referee raises his hand high into then air to make the final impact and bring the event to a close, he finds himself pulled away from the action. Duke Taylor has gotten back to his feet, grabbing the referee by the ankle and ripping him out of the ring. The ref begins to scold him for the action, claiming that he will disqualify him should it ever happen again. Duke tells him to 'Fuck off' as he sees Rhaps getting off of Corrin inside the ring. Meanwhile, the Hardcore King is laying on the outside of the ring, taken to the limit by the opposition tonight. Taylor attempts to climb into the ring, but Rhaps kicks him away, stopping his process and smiling as the referee holds the self made Billionaire back, telling him to remember that Corrin is the legal man at this moment.

JP: Well, despite having the upper hand, I'd have to say that Rhaps is playing this one very poorly at the moment. He's not planning ahead at all. I mean, sure, he hates Vlad, but he's going to need him later on in this match and allowing him to get worked over by Corrin and Taylor like he did is no smart maneuver!
Ray: Yeah, as though that maniac is going to listen anyhow! Rhaps does nothing besides what Rhaps wants to do.

As Rhaps taunts Duke Taylor, he hears the sound of footsteps behind him, spinning on his heels to investigate. He is laid flat out on his back by a massive dropkick that snatches his wind away and leaves him gasping for air. Corrin jumps back up to his feet, fueled on by Rhaps' near fall. He whips the SIC monster into the ropes, awaiting his return as he stands in place, not turning back but only looking over his shoulder as he juts his elbow into the jaw of the tag champion and sends him sprawling out. He looks down to the maniac laid out beside his feet and ducks down, lowering his center of gravity before taking a leap into the air, twisting himself around before dropping back to the earth, his leg dropping the length of Rhaps' collarbone.

Ray: A massive leg drop to the mother of all crazies! I'm a bit torn, JP..
JP: Oh, I get it, you want to root for Rhaps because if he wins, then Vlad wins. But you also hates him because of the fact that he's become one of Vladimir's biggest rivals now and keeps hurting the guy we all know you've become so darn fond of. That makes perfect sense, Ray.
Ray: No... I'm a bit torn! I had a rough night...
JP: Wait... OH DEAR GOD! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!

As Corrin reaches back to his feet, he bends back over, taking a grasp on the follicles of the Rhapsitastic one and pulling him up toward his feet. It doesn't seem to be working however, the in-ring champ having more weight than Cobain can pull around. The man formerly known as Skull lets go instead, slamming the sole of his boot down on the bridge of his nose and seemingly reviving him, the stab-happy star screaming out in pain and rolling around on the mat. Now on his stomach, keeping his face fro further damage, Rhaps is prone as Cobain straddles over him and reaches down, wrapping his hands under his foe's chin and lacing them together. He jerks Mr. Parson's head back, sitting down on his shoulders to intensify the pain and leaving him contemplating tapping out and ending the match.

Rhaps has other plans in mind however, using his strength and size advantage to push himself upward. Corrin wraps his legs around him, holding on tight to punish him further and wear him down, trying to get him down to the level of exhaustion Duke and him have taken Vladimir strife down to by showing their superiority of working together and teaming up. Rhaps presses on, making his way to a vertical stance once more, looking to direct himself toward a corner. The Cruiser-weight notices what is happening and unhooks his legs, planting his feet back on the ground. He pulls Rhaps' head back with one more jerk, sitting to the canvas as he does and slamming the Imperfect's head to the mat between his thighs.

JP: What an excellent move their by Corrin Cobain! He's really proving right now that even a littler guy can take the fight to a big guy by simply knowing what he is doing inside that ring. It's not always about the hardcore blood and guts and this is a fine example of that right here tonight!
Ray: But if Rhaps loses, then Vlad loses, JP! We don't want that to happen!
JP: No.. YOU don't want that to happen, I'm not too pressed on it to be quite frank, Ray. I'm more interested in seeing this superb match up including one of the most impressing rookies we have to offer and not one, not two, but THREE former Charging Glory Champions! All 3 men other than Duke Taylor have worn World Championships on 2 occasions. Rhaps and Vlad both having held the Charging Glory twice, Corrin having a single run with it as well as one with the SCW Deep Zero title.

Cobain makes his way over to his corner, getting the tag to Duke Taylor easily, the men trading off on who is going to beat on Rhaps' for now. Corrin takes his place on the outside as Duke slides a leg into the ring and steps in, walking over and picking Rhaps up with ease. He throws the monster into the corner, a hard impact on his spine that makes his back arch and his hand cover the lower part. Taylor takes a run across the ring, returning and sending a highly raised boot across the jawline of the prone warrior. Rhaps slinks, nearly dropping onto his bottom, his arms wrapped around the top ropes being the only thing holding him up at this time. Duke pulls his leg back over the top and into the ring, cocking his fist back before a sudden disturbance causes him to stop.

"CUT!!! CUT CUT CUT! NO NO NO!!!"

Vladimir Strife makes his way up the steel steps, a microphone in hand, everyone in the ring confused with the exception of the nearly unconscious Rhaps. He steps into the ring, making his way toward Corrin Cobain and the referee first.

"This is ALL wrong! Wrong, wrong, WRONG! You, Corrin!"

Corrin points at himself, still confused by what is going on.

"Yes! You! You look exhausted. You're not exhausted, that's not right. You're winning, upper hand in your court, you're excited and cheering on Duke, seeing how close you are to winning."

Corrin tries to imitate what he's being told, looking excited as he holds tightly to the tag string.

"HAPPIER!!!"

Corrin smiles, Vlad giving him a nod and turning to the referee.

"Okay, you! You're just standing there, what the fuck!? No, you know Vlad and Rhaps are evil guys, so you're expecting them to have something up their sleeves. I want you looking around the ring, surveying the area for weapons. Just right over here, looking out to the mats and up the ramp for signs of anything out of place. Got it?"

The referee nods, looking around the outside observantly for anything askew. Vladimir walks over to Duke Taylor, still frozen with his fist cocked back and looking at Rhaps.

"Okay, as for you, you're not angry enough! You're going to smash this guy's fucking face in! He's a prick! He wants to destroy you! He killed your parents when you were young - I want too see some anger, dammit!!!"

Duke gets an angrier look on his face, gritting and baring his teeth as he looks at Vlad, getting into character. Vladimir suddenly slams his free palm into the large man's groin, planting it against a very sensitive area. Taylor grabs himself and drops down, thrown into a coughing fit of pain. The referee comes over, finally snapping out of it and yelling at Vladimir to get out of the ring.

The King shrugs and makes his way back to his corner, Taylor down and still in immense pain as the referee reprimands the undefeated behemoth for his escapades. Having time to get himself collecting, Rhaps grins and walks away from the corner, making his way to Vlad and slapping his chest for the tag to switch off. Vlad smiles and makes his way in, getting a light Thanks from his angsty partner.

The self made Billionaire, still in a mind blowing amount of pain, slides himself against the bottom turnbuckle, sitting there in his agony. Vlad grins, feeling almost as if he's being handed his next move. Strife rushes across the ring, pitting himself opposite of Taylor. He wastes no time as he sprints out across the ring, pouncing forward. The soles of his boots are slapped across the pectoral muscles of the opposing heavyweight. His fingers wrap around the uppermost ropes, clinging tightly as he pushes off of his human trampoline. His legs swing out, bringing him to a horizontal angle before he tucks them up, his kneecaps pointing down as he releases his hold on the ropes and makes his descent. He falls right onto his opponent, his knees driven foremost across the upper ribcage, all 269 pounds of Strife behind them. He seems to bounce off once more, rolling backward and getting to one knee as Duke Taylor wraps his forearms across his chest and wails out in even more pain. His entire torso seems to throb, feeling as though he's been hit by a car, the weight, momentum and speed adding up to one of the most devastating impacts in the entire business.

Ray: THE HEART STARTER!!! It's over now, throw in the fucking towel, no one has EVER taken that move and managed to still come out on top!
JP: Ray, you idiot! No one has come out over Vlad at all, I don't think it's exactly due to a move he started halfway through his career!

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As Duke Taylor leans on the bottom rope with his chest reddening and his lungs contorting, gasping for air like a dying fish, Vladimir T. Strife, the King, approaches him before lifting up his leg and driving the sole of his boot straight into Taylor's chest. The stiff kick causes Taylor to lean over on his knees and bury his face into the canvas. Vladimir doesn't let up though, as he lifts his leg up yet again and drives his foot straight into Taylor's chest, once again depriving him of the oxygen he needs and craves for. As Taylor lays on his side, Vladimir lifts his leg up once again before cocking it back as far as it can possible go before driving it forward, straight into Taylor's face. The shot pops Taylor straight in his forehead, causing his head to jerk backward and his body to roll over. Vladimir walks away as the ref moves in to force him to stop his vicious assault before raising one arm in the air and pointing at Rhaps with his middle finger on his free hand. The taunt from the ever so egotistical Vladimir elicits major heat from the arena and as the fans begin to boo, Vladimir yells over to Rhaps: "This is how its done, dammit. How about you take some notes instead of stabbing people... I'm The King, Not You!"

JP:
Vladimir exchanging some words with his hated partner but only after literally stomping Duke Taylor into the ground.

Ray:
I am so pissed.

JP:
I know its gonna bite me in the ass for asking but why?

Ray:
Its because Rhaps is so ungrateful and Duke Taylor and Corrin Cobain are so lucky. I mean, Rhaps gets to tag with the sexiest man in sports entertainment and he turns his back on him. I mean, no one else in this arena has had a better view of Vlad's plump ass than Rhaps. And Taylor and Corrin, they get the privilege of having Vladimir rub against them with his soft, baby soft skin. Oh how I envy the three of them.

Jimmy shakes his head and contorts his face in a fashion that resembles vomiting before re-focusing on the bout.

The King, Vladimir T. Strife, grabs an almost defenseless Duke Taylor by his head, with both his hands, before lifting him up to a vertical base. Vladimir then places one hand between Taylor's legs and the other on his shoulder before demonstrating his impeccable strength, as he lifts the almost 300 pound Texan off his feet and upside down before slamming downward, dumping him back first, straight on the canvas.

As Duke Taylor lays in la-la-land after the impressive Body Slam, Vladimir rolls up one of his baggy jean pants legs past his knee bone before runnig across the ring to the nearby set of ropes. Vladimir rebounds off the ropes and when he reaches Taylor he leaps up, slightly off the canvas before dropping his exposed knee straight onto Taylor's chest, denying him of his air.

Vladimir quickly springs up to his feet before running back towards the ropes. Once again, after he bounces off them he leaps off the canvas, slightly into the air, before dropping his knee on Taylor, only this time, Vladimir drops the knee straight on Taylor's throat.

For a third consecutive time, Vladimir springs back up to his feet only this time, he doesn't run to the ropes he just walks. He leans on the ropes and pushes them backward as far as he can possibly push them before springing off and approaching Taylor. Vladimir reaches Taylor's fallen body but instead of immediately attacking him, Vladimir takes his middle finger and waves it in front of Taylor's face before waving it in Rhaps's direction, and then to the arena. After his brief demonstration on how to be a pompous ass, Vladimir leaps up off the canvas but this time he jumps as high as he can go. As he comes down, hoping to drop his knee on the Self Made Billionaire's head, Taylor almost miraculously, rolls out of the way.

Vladimir comes down hard, slamming his exposed knee straight into the canvas below, without the cushioning of a human body to break his fall.

As Vladimir slowly rises to his feet, and tends to his hurting knee, Taylor takes a deep breath before rising to his feet, using the nearby ring ropes as leverage. Taylor backs up into the corner where Rhaps resides, which is a really bad idea.

The Rhaptistic One, grabs Taylor around his throat with his right hand, subduing him in his corner allowing Vladimir to regain his composure. Vladimir then charges at the corner, with a full head of steam, but just before he gets there, Duke Taylor manages to break free from Rhaps's clutches. Vladimir runs straight into the corner, with his sternum taking most of the punishment.

The impact of Vladimir's missed attack, causes him to stagger backward, uncontrollably. As he retracts into the middle of the ring, Taylor bounces off the nearby ropes and as he rebounds he begins lifting his leg into the air. When Vlad, oblivious to the situation at hand, turns around, Taylor drives his size 13 boot straight into Vladimir's face, dropping him like a bad habit. When Vlad falls down to the canvas, Taylor, due to fatigue, soon follows him. The two superstars, lay on the canvas, but facing their opponents corners.

JP:
That running Big Boot to the face may turn this thing around! If Taylor can make the tag to Corrin Cobain, we might see a hostile takeover.

Ray:
Dammit Rhaps! How hard is it to hold someone down! The guy can master the art of driving a knife down someone's back but he can't hold someone still! Give me a break!

JP:
What, you think Rhaps did that on purpose!

Ray:
I wouldn't be surprised! He let Vlad take a super kick! Rhaps probably doesn't want to win this match, he just wants Vlad to take a lot of punishment and that's cruel, even for Rhaps!

Taylor turns around and finally faces his corner before slowly crawling on his belly over to Corrin Cobain who extends his arm over the top rope, itching to get back into the ring. As Taylor makes it about halfway, Vladimir finally starts to come around, as he turns over on his side. Noticing that Rhaps is not in his current direction, Vladimir rolls over before crawling to his corner. Rhaps though, unlike Cobain, does not await a tag in what could be the most crucial moment in the bout. As Taylor reaches Cobain, Vladimir is about a inch away from Rhaps. When the sound of a hands smacking one another are heard, Vladimir leans up and extends his hand out and as Rhaps refuses to tag in, Vladimir springs up and smacks him in the face, tagging him in himself.

Corrin hops up onto the top turnbuckle while Rhaps rolls in feeling the lingering effects of a nasty bitch type slap. As soon as Rhaps makes it to his feet and shoves the slightest intimation of advancing forward, Cobain leaps off the top and meets Rhaps, at the bottom, dropping onto him with both his knees landing on his shoulders. After Corrin drops Rhaps down to the canvas, he quickly springs up off his feet and charges at Vladimir who leans on the ropes. Corrin extends arm out and smacks Vladimir in his head, knocking him over the top and causing him to crash to the concrete outside.

As Rhaps slowly makes it to his feet, Corrin notices Duke Taylor, his partner, skulking up behind Rhaps unnoticed. Corrin then charges at Rhaps and as Taylor rams his shoulder blade behind Rhaps's leg, Cobain leaps up into the air while lifting his left leg into the air. Cobain drives his foot straight into Rhaps's mouth, while Taylor, chop blocks him, adding up to a deadly combination that levels Rhaps and renders him motionless on the canvas.

JP:
Good grief, what a combination! That may be all she wrote for for sick Rhaps and the Bastard King!

Ray:
Oh I'll make Rhaps pay for this!

Taylor and Cobain both rise to their feet at about the same time. Taylor the looks at Cobain and then at Vladimir who slowly stirs on the outside. Taylor suddenly exits the ring and stands on the apron, facing the outside, with his back turned to the action. As Vladimir slowly begins to rise, Taylor waves his hand, causing to run across the ring. As Rhaps turns over on his knees, Cobain uses his back as a stepping stool, as he leaps off of it and drives his feet straight into Taylor's back, forcing him off the ring apron with a drop kick. Taylor then flies off and falls, with all his 290 pounds, straight on top of a helpless Vladimir. As Taylor crashes onto Vladimir and brings both of them down, Taylor falls off of Vladimir's chest just before they reach the ground, causing Taylor to slip off and crash head first into the concrete, obviously catching the worse of the situation.

As Vlad and Taylor, the end result of some very unorthodox offense, lay on the floor outside, Cobain stands triumphant, with his hands raises high in the air, quickly gaining the support and cheers from the crowd.

When he turns around though, Rhaps springs into action, charging at his turning adversary before leaping up into the air and falling downward, while bicycling his legs in the air. When Corrin fully rotates, Rhaps drops his left leg but keeps his right leg into the air, driving his foot into Corrin's mouth, leveling him with the textbook Yakuza Kick.

Rhaps quickly springs upto his feet, before grabbing Corrin Cobain by his hair and dragging him to his feet. Stab happy Rhaps then takes Cobain's arm and hangs it over his shoulder before grabbing Cobain's tights and attempting to lift him up into the air. Cobain though, shoves he has life left, as he wraps his leg behind Rhaps's. After the first attempt fails, Rhaps tries again only for Cobain to block it again. This time, Cobain pounds his fist into Rhaps's ribs, softening up, causing him to release Cobain.

Corrin follows up with his great escape with his a stiff kick to Rhaps's gut before he moves in for the kill. The Rock God, grabs Rhaps, and wraps both his arms around his torso. Cobain then lifts Rhaps into the air before shifting his grip, so that he holds Rhaps tightly around his legs. Cobain then removes one of his arms and while still holding Rhaps up, wraps his free arm around his head before dropping backward, driving Rhaps head first into the canvas with his patent, C-DDT!

JP:
The C-DDT! This one is over, game-set-and match!

Ray:
No! No! No! NO! If Rhaps gets pinned, Vladimir loses, and I am not ready to see something that horrific!

As Rhaps lays out cold on the canvas, Cobain grabs him by his arm and drags him into the center of the ring. Cobain then exits the ring through the middle and top rope and steps onto the apron. Cobain then wqalks along the side before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Cobain then shifts around so that his back is turned to Rhaps. The Rock God, extends the index and pinkie fingers on both his hands, while placing down both ring and middle fingers down with his thumb, demonstrating the "Rock N' Roll Sign', getting the crowd on their feet.

Cobain stalling though, soon turns out to be his Achilles Heel, as Vladimir sneaks up onto the apron. Before Corrin can try and knock him down, Vladimir repeatedly yanks the ropes with all his might. The vibration causes Cobain to lose his footing and fall downward. His legs, though, stretch out awkwardly across both sides of the ropes, seemingly splitting him. Cobain can't hold that painful position any longer, as he falls down to the canvas hard on the back of his neck. Cobain's legs come forward, and the fans watch Cobain unintentionally fold himself up like an accordion and stretch his neck beyond its limits.

As Cobain sits, absolutely still, without any movements or motions besides his now slow breathing, Rhaps shockingly begins to stir.

Rhaps, slithers on his belly like a reptilian snake, over to Cobain and grabs down on the heels of his feet. With Cobain's shoulders down, the ref has no choice but to make the count.