Rhaps vs Demon vs Tayler Nathan Thomas

[Rhaps]

The entire arena is alive with vibrant activity as the fans remain huddled around the ring, all trying to inch themselves that bit closer to the squared circle. Small fights begin in the avenues of people as they fight with one another for a better view, last minute touches being done by various members of the EVPW technical staff. The seconds tick by as the audience continues to eagerly await the opening of the very first annual Killing Grounds. Abruptly, a crescendo of fireworks explodes in a dazzling display of light and colour, causing many of the younger fans to jolt in surprise. The uncharacteristic display lasts for a few more seconds before the fireworks come to a halt. The EVPW announce team, consisting of Jimmy Pate and Ray White as a sulphurous residue is left behind, emanating across the entire building. The crowd cheers loudly as the announcers get their microphones placed and take a seat by ringside.

JP: If you've just tuned in then we welcome you to the first ever instalment of Killing Grounds, being brought to you live. And what a show we have scheduled for you tonight. We have a huge number of matches on tonight's cards including a number of title matches. The vacant Dragon's Rage Championship is being fought for by Metal Dragon and the lovely Amanda Hallsworth. Aside from that, the Imperial Championship, Television Championship and Tag Team Championships will be up for grabs and by the end of tonight, the entire title picture may have changed drastically.

Ray: Hopefully Jimmy. I'm sick and tired of whom the current champions are and it would be a dream come true if new champions are crowned tonight. More interestingly, Rhaps and Vladimir Strife will have to try and work together as a team which should be interesting since the hardcore sexiness which we were treated to. Just last week, Rhaps brutally attacked the Undefeated Behemoth and ate some of his shoulder before Vlad got revenge for the attack. I hate to say it, but because of that animosity the United Glory Championships may well change hands.

As the announcers continue to talk about certain aspects of the night's match card, Lizzie Morna begins to walk backstage. She has a microphone in her hand and she walks towards the squared circle. As she does so several wolf whistles are heard from amongst the crowd. She smiles in the general direction of the whistles, simply ignoring them as she reaches the ring steps. She walks up them easily before ducking through the ring ropes, ready to announce the first match of the evening. She raises the microphone to her mouth, the audience around her falling silent to enable her to talk.

Lizzie: Ladies and Gentleman. Welcome to tonight's PPV. With great pleasure I officially announce that Killing Grounds is officially underway. The first match of the evening is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall. Rhaps, Angel Morgan and Amanda Hallsworth each chose a representative and whoever wins tonight, wins the right for whoever chose them to choose the stipulations for a match at some point in the future.

Introducing first, Amanda Hallsworth's representative for tonight. Weighing in at 219 pounds and hailing from Canterbury, England. He is one half of the EVPW United Glory Champions and the Beast Unleashed. Ladies and Gentleman, the self proclaimed Devil of EVPW, Rhaps.

The crowd begins to shower a torrent of boos on the demented superstar as Psychosocial by Slipknot begins in a vast crescendo of noise. The song reverberates around the structure as the haunting spectacle of the Rhapsitastic One is seen as he makes his way from backstage. Rhaps stands at the top of the entrance ramp for a few seconds, his face the usual insane mask of hatred with dried blood streaked across his cheeks. Rhaps is wearing the red contact lenses again, giving him the same maniacal look that has become the recent hallmark of the SIC Monster. Alongside this, Rhaps is wearing knee length black shorts with slashes from a knife pocked across the fabric. Rhaps' United Glory Championship belt is hung loosely over his shoulder and it gleams dully in the light cast down from the ceiling of the arena. The fans continue to be very vocal towards Rhaps, their voices soon becoming hoarse from the effort of booing him so vehemently. Rhaps mentally shrugs off their disapproval, throwing his hands up into the air triumphantly.

Psychosocial continues to scream around him as Rhaps begins walking towards the squared circle and the promise of much carnage to come. His mind races between the prospect of this opening match and his scheduled title defence later on in the evening with his supposed partner, Vladimir Strife. The Safety Ranger shakes his head vigorously, keeping his thoughts securely on the triple threat he will be competing in soon. Rhaps reaches the ring in a few short seconds before he heads over to the ring steps. Like Lizzie before him, Rhaps walks up to the apron before ducking through the ring ropes. He stands next to the designated in ring official for the match, handing him the title belt before stretching his arms, warming up for the promised encounter with Demon and Tayler Nathan Thomas. The referee hands the title belt to a stage hand and Rhaps' entrance music dies to almost nothing as he waits for either of his opponents to arrive.

TBCB

[Demon]

*The Rhapstastic One paces around the ring, occasionally rubbing his hands together in anticipation of his opponents entrances. The crowd seem to grow restless as nobody appears for a few moments. However, the lights in the arena go out. The sound of a small child screaming echoes throughout the arena. The lights then come back up and Last Resort by Papa Roach begins to play. Demon steps out from behind the curtains, earning him a torrent of boos from the crowd. He is wearing his usual attire of black wrestling pants and a muscle shirt along with his trademark mask. He mentally shrugs off the boos and begins walking down the ramp.*

*Lizzie Morna*
*Introducing next. He stands 6'7" tall and weighs in at 312 pounds.....DEMON!!!!*

*Demon makes it to the ring steps. Without a moments hesitation, he rushes up them and then onto the outside portion of the ring. He climbs over the ropes and looks across at Rhaps. Both men acknowledge each other with curt nods before turning back toward the entrance ramp as Last Resort fades away.*

-TBC-

OOC: Sorry it's so short. My match posts will be much better, I promise.

[tnt]

After about five minutes of waiting for their opponent, Demon and Rhaps both look at each other, ready to attack and start the fight without Tayler Nathan Thomas. The ref checks his watch, and looks to the time keeper, just as he is about to call for the start of the bout, Immortal by Adema begins to play over the P.A.

Lizzie " And representing Angel Morgan, he stands at 6ft 7 inches, he weighs in tonight at 255 pounds, he is Tayler Nathan Thomas."

Tayler steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his usual blue and white wrestling tights and matching boots. His wrists taped up and a pair of custom blue tint sunglasses. He looks around the arena and is disgusted by the audience that stands in front of him. Tayler ignores the audience and the chorus of boo's that is coming from it. Tayler makes it to the ring and removes his sunglasses and steps throught he ropes and walks right into the middle of his two opponents. He looks at Rhaps and then turns his attention to Demon, the three men wait in the ring for the ref to call for the bell.

[Demon]

*The three men stand in the ring, filling up three of the four corners of the ring. The ref looks at each man in turn, asking each of them if they are ready or not. With curt nods, each man responds yes. The ref then turns and signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell and get the match underway. The sound of the bell ringing reverberates throughout the ring for a few moments. However, this does not seem to spur any of the competitors forward to attack. Instead, they all stand motionless in their respective corners, studying each of their opponents carefully. Tayler Nathan Thomas makes the first move, choosing to go after Rhaps as he seems to think that the two other will most likely team up against him. However, before he can reach Rhaps, Rhaps sprints across the ring at Demon, screaming at the top of his lungs. The sudden attack seems to catch the big man off guard and Rhaps manages to reach him without being touched. Without stopping, Rhaps lowers his shoulder, driving it into the gut of Demon and sending him crashing down to the mat. The Rhapstastic One lands on top of him and stays there, immediately beginning to rain down rights and lefts. Demon attempts to shield himself. However, almost every shot makes it through, despite Demon's attempts to cover his head and upper body. Tayler Nathan Thomas looks on at the two, a smirk on his face. He is obviously content to watch the other two beat each other to a pulp and then swoop in for the victory at the last second. Rhaps pushes himself up suddenly, letting out a roar of delight as he knows that the violence has finally begun. His red contact lenses glisten with a fiery glow, madness crossing his face. However, his attack does not seem to have done much damage, and Demon already begins push himself up. Rhaps looks at him for a second before turning his attention to Tayler Nathan Thomas. With a loud yell, Rhaps charges across the ring, ready to attack Thomas. However, Demon's hand shoots out and grabs onto Rhaps' shoulder, pulling him back and flipping him around. Rhaps has a split second look at Demon's face before his hand comes up, colliding with his jaw. Rhaps falls to the canvas as Tayler Nathan Thomas breathes a sigh of relief.*

~Ray White~
*I can't believe that Tayler Nathan Thomas is just hanging back like that! He's going to let the other two destroy each other before he gets involved.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*That would be a smart strategy, as I must say I think he is truly at a disadvantage here. However, I don't think he will be content to hang back for much longer. And besides, there is a good chance that Rhaps or Demon will get bored with fighting each other and will go after him instead.*

~Ray White~
*Hmph! Smart strategy my ass! I came here tonight to see some hot, sweaty guys grabbing a hold of each other and I damn well better see that! If Tayler Nathan Thomas doesn't do something soon, I may have to come into the ring myself and see that the action moves along a bit.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Seriously, go seek medical help...*

*Rhaps holds his jaw in pain as Demon stands over him. However, instead of following up the attack, Demon chooses to focus his attention on Tayler Nathan Thomas. Stepping over the body of Rhaps, Demon begins walking slowly toward him. The anticipation in the arena increases as they know these two have a small history with each other, Demon holding a win over Tayler Nathan Thomas. Instead of backing down, however, Thomas comes up face to face with Demon. The two men are roughly the same height, though Demon holds a weight advantage that makes it seem as if he towers over Thomas. The two continue to stand face to face, barking insults at one another loudly. However, they do not notice Rhaps who has fully recovered from the shot he took earlier. He rolls out of the ring and flips up the ring apron before beginning to search for a weapon. In the ring, the two men finally stop staring at each other. Instead, Tayler Nathan Thomas throws a powerful right that connects with the side of Demon's face. The strength of the shot causes him to stagger back. However, he uses the ground to put all the more power into his own punch, which connects with the side of Thomas' face, sending him crashing down to the canvas. He immediately jumps back up to his feet, only to receive yet another shot for his troubles. Tayler Nathan Thomas is sent back to the ground yet again. This time as he hops up, he rolls out of Demon's range so as to avoid taking another shot. Meanwhile, Rhaps finally manages to find a weapon under the ring. He stands up straight, holding a steel chair. Rhaps smirks to himself before quietly rolling into the ring behind Demon, who is now tangled in a standard struggle for power with Tayler Nathan Thomas. Demon uses his size to overpower Thomas and shoves his head under his arm. Thomas attempts to struggle, but Demon forces him to stop with a few sharp punches to the ribs. Demon holds Thomas in the position for a few moments before dropping down to the mat. Tayler Nathan Thomas' head bounces off the canvas and Demon gets back up to his feet. As he does, he spots Rhaps attempting to sneak up on him from behind with the steel chair. The two men stare at each other for a moment before Demon motions toward Thomas. Rhaps nods and they turn simultaneously toward him.*

~Ray White~
*Finally! Tayler Nathan Thomas gets what he deserved for trying to hang back. And now it looks like Demon and Rhaps are going to work together to take him out of the match. This should be good.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I'm not entirely convinced. Just a few minutes ago, these two were brawling and now they are going to work together? But hell, who am I to try to understand the ways of the Imperfects? Maybe this is just some strategy they had.*

~Ray White~
*I will admit that the Imperfects are a crazy bunch, but they aren't stupid. They know that they have to work together in order to take Tayler Nathan Thomas out. However, you can be sure that once they're convinced he's done, they won't wast a second before attacking each other.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*And that's their problem! If they don't learn to work together, they are going to be destroyed by themselves. They can't just turn on each other a random intervals. That is just too dysfunctional of a stable to run!*

*Demon begins stomping on the limp form of Tayler Nathan Thomas. With each shot, he lets out a groan of pain. However, Rhaps does not attack. Demon, so immersed in the pain he is causing his latest victim, does not seem to notice this. After a few moments, Rhaps lifts the chair high above his head. It seems that he is finally about to attack Thomas. However, as he brings it down, it connects with the skull of Demon, causing him to fall face first to the mat, landing on top of Tayler Nathan Thomas. The referee looks at this for a second before he realizes that it is technically a pin. Rhaps realizes his mistake a split second later as the ref rolls down onto his stomach and smacks his hand down. He brings it down again as Rhaps begins sprinting over to them. As the ref brings his hand down for a third time, Rhaps shoots his foot out, connecting with the side of the referee's head, causing him to stop counting and instead lie limply on the mat. Rhaps looks down at him for a moment before turning his attention upon his two downed opponents. A sick and twisted grin cross his face and he begins walking over toward the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up it as Demon begins to recover. Demon pushes himself up to his feet and looks over just in time to see Rhaps leap off the turnbuckle and turn in midair as he flies toward him. However, Demon manages to catch the Rhapstastic One. Before Demon gets the chance to throw him, however, Rhaps begins elbowing him in the side of his head. Demon's grip falters and Rhaps manages to slip out of it, landing back on his feet. He sweeps his legs around, taking Demon down. Meanwhile, Tayler Nathan Thomas has managed to push himself up to his feet. He searches around the ring frantically for anything to use and spots the chair that Rhaps abandoned earlier. He begins creeping toward Rhaps quietly while Rhaps' attention is fully focused on Demon. Rhaps is straddled over Demon again, raining down rights and lefts. Tayler Nathan Thomas lifts the chair high above his head and brings it crashing down, causing Rhaps to fall limply off of Demon. Without a moments hesitation, Thomas brings the chair down a second time, connecting with Demon's stomach. Rhaps and Demon lie motionless on the ground while Tayler Nathan Thomas stands triumphantly over them.*

-TBC-

[Rhaps]

Tayler looks at both of his downed opponents, a look of fanatic glee on his face as he watches them intently. He taps the steel chair on the canvas in front of him, almost willing one of his opponents to their feet to enable him to make them eat steel. Both Rhaps and Demon begin stirring slowly, the match young in terms of length but already rich from the amount of damage dealt out. Tayler crouches hungrily, raising the steel chair over his shoulder as both his opponents continue to move around shakily. Surprisingly, Demon is the first to reach a vertical base, the big man swaying a little as he reaches his full height. Tayler remains poised to deliver the stinging chair shot, his face now afire with the prospect of ramming the impromptu weapon home. Some of the more hardcore fans shout intermittent warnings at Demon, hoping he doesn’t turn around. In contradiction to their screams of appeal, Demon turns on the spot. Tayler gives an excited yelp as he looks to pull the trigger, the steel flying at incredible speed at Demon. The big man reacts quickly, punching his fist out at the weapon. A loud clash is heard as the Master of the Abyss’ hand is rammed viciously into the chair, halting Tayler’s attack before it gets going but sending a jolting pain down the entire expanse of Demon’s arm.

The Demonic One seems un-phased as he shakes his hand to ease the pervasive ache in his knuckles. The steel chair clatters noisily as it bounces onto the ring mat unceremoniously. Tayler doesn’t have time to react as the monstrous superstar smashes an oversized fist into his face, his head shooting to one side as a mixture of blood and spit is sprayed to one side. TNT falls to the canvas in a heap as Demon looks over his fallen form contemptuously, pride and triumph welling up inside the big man’s chest. Unknowingly, behind Demon, Rhaps has risen to his feet and the SIC Monster grins maliciously in his apprentice’s direction. Rhaps runs headlong at the ropes, gaining greater speed as he leaps up to the top rope in one easy bound. The ring rope snaps taut before shooting the Rhapsitastic One back into the centre of the ring. Rhaps knifes through the air before careening into the Demonic One’s back. Incredibly, Rhaps manages to manoeuvre his body, looping his arm around Demon’s head as he falls to the canvas. Demon’s head smashes into the steel chair, a sickening thud being emitted as his skull crumples into the already battered weapon.

JP: What impact! Demon’s skull literally caved the steel chair in and I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be much use after this match is over. I want to know what happened to the days when chairs were for sitting on and not to be used to smash somebody’s head in. And already the number’s game is beginning to tell because Rhaps stealthily allowed his fellow Imperfects member to take care of the third man in the equation before seizing the opportunity to take him out himself.

Ray: That’s the smart thing to do in a match like this Jimmy. You can fight each other until nobody can walk or you can choose to feign injury to get a leg up in this match. All three men are fierce competitors and they’ll be sure to bring some sexy hardcore action into the equation to walk away with the win. I love EVPW.

Rhaps hovers tauntingly over both men. He begins pointing at the D that has been burnt into his chest, testament to the horrors that both Rhaps and Demon have unleashed on one another, despite being members of the same stable. The SIC Monster looks at both Tayler and the Demonic One, impatience growing as neither man moves. He lets out an agonising sigh before heading to the ring ropes. Rhaps ducks through the ropes and to the outside, heading over to where JP and Ray are sat commentating the match up. Ray begins swooning desperately to get Rhaps’ attention whilst holding his hand up to indicate that Rhaps should give him a phone call sometime. The Rhapsitastic One ignores Ray’s insistent pleas as he looks underneath he announce table. The fans look on in confusion as Rhaps reaches underneath. All becomes clear as the Beast Unleashed extracts a craftily hidden knife that had been placed there before the match started. The blade gleams dully in the light being thrown down from the ceiling as Rhaps holds it up admiringly. Rhaps finally snaps to his senses as he ceases to gaze at the weapon before re-entering the squared circle.

An ominous echo runs through the audience as Rhaps heads over to the form of Demon. In the intervening period, both men have begun to stir whilst Tayler has nearly reached a vertical base. As Rhaps steps back into the ring he hastily runs over to him, sticking his foot out in front of him. Rhaps’ boot smashes into the side of his face, taking TNT back down to the canvas, his body slapping into the ring gently. Rhaps drops beside Demon quickly, holding the knife aloft whilst Demon gazes intently at the leader of the Imperfects. The referee begins admonishing Rhaps for attempting to use the sadistic weapon. Rhaps shoots an angered expression in his direction before emphatically offering him the finger. Demon shoots his hand up instantly, seizing the knife in Rhaps’ grip. He stabs the knife in a frenzy, the blade finding its target. The blade cleaves past Rhaps’ face, leaving a fresh slice mark across his face. Rhaps falls to the mat, his face a torrent of blood as it dribbles from the gash across his cheek. Tayler stands up all too late as Demon launches himself in his direction. The blade slices through the air towards the third participant of the match. Abruptly, Tayler turns on the spot, the knife arcing through the air mere inches from his face.

JP: What a lucky escape by Tayler. Demon had that knife in hand and I’m sure he was more than prepared to deliver the killing blow to his opponent to win this match. And Rhaps is still holding his face after that vicious slash to his face. I’m sure neither of these men will be quite the same after this match. Rhaps definitely isn’t going to be same because he’ll probably be sporting a new scar across that ugly mug of his.

Ray: Don’t call Rhaps ugly! He’s a sexy specimen of manhood and you dare insult the Beast Unleashed. You may well end up with a stabbing soon and I’ll be close by when it happens so I can take photos and put them up on facebook. I even know what I’ll call the album. JP gets what he deserves and it’ll be a chronology of when Rhaps stabs you and your eventual trip to the hospital.

JP’s hand shoots up, crisply slapping his broadcast partner across the face. Ray has a shocked expression on his face and he begins rubbing his cheek, a single tear appearing in the corner of his left eye. Meanwhile, Tayler works quickly, keeping a firm grip of Demon’s arm as it juts out in front of him. Quickly, he twists and wrenches his arm into the centre of the Demonic One’s back into a Half Nelson. Pain begins screaming at the Master of the Abyss as Tayler stretches his arm even further behind his back. The fire burns intensely before TNT takes a firm grip of this knife. He twists, eventually ripping the knife free from Demon’s grip before sending the handle crashing into the back of Demon’s head. Demon crumples to the mat as Rhaps moves surreptitiously behind TNT. Instantly, the SIC Monster reacts, looping his arm up underneath Tayler’s legs before pulling backwards. Tayler lands on the canvas with a dull thud, his shoulders being pressed into the canvas. The referee moves instantly, dropping to his knees to count the roll up. His hand slaps the mat crisply twice before Tayler shoots his legs forwards. Rhaps staggers backwards blindly from the momentum of Tayler’s kick out as he swings himself into a standing position quickly.

TBCB Demon or Tayler.

[Demon]

*Rhaps looks at Tayler Nathan Thomas as he pushes himself up to his feet. The two men stand barely five feet apart from each other, Demon lying motionless between them. In a sudden manic attack, Rhaps leaps across his fallen stablemate and drives his shoulder into Tayler's chest, knocking him down to the ground. Rhaps lands on top of him and begins raining down blows from both hands. Tayler manages to block most of the shots, with only the occasional ones making it through his guard. After a few moments, Tayler manages to push the Rhapsitastic One off of him. However, he pushes him over toward his knife. Tayler notices his mistake as Rhaps jumps back up to his feet, the steel of the blade glinting in the light. A look of horror and revulsion crosses his face as he watches Rhaps take the knife and place it on his chest before dragging it down. It slices through his skin like a hot knife through butter, leaving a thin red line across it. Faint trickles of blood seep out, beginning to run down his chest as Rhaps turns his full attention back to Tayler Nathan Thomas. However, before either of them can act, they each notice the form of Demon, beginning to get to his face. They stare transfixed at him, almost as if they find it hard to believe that he has already recovered from the sick shots to his head he has taken so far in the match. When he makes it up to his feet, the Master of the Abyss turns around to find both of his opponents staring at him. He stares back at them, but does not move from where he stands. Jeers and catcalls from the crowd begin pouring down as they want to see some more action and not a staring contest. These seem to rouse the competitors into action as Rhaps begins brandishing his knife around, the blade sparkling with an evil glory. Both Tayler Nathan Thomas and Demon eye the weapon warily, never taking their eyes from it. They both rush forward at the same time, attacking Rhaps together. However, in a flash of steel, Demon gives out a loud yell of pain and collapses to the mat, holding his chest. There, Rhaps seems to have connected with his knife as there is a large gash in his shirt. Crimson pours out of it, staining Demon's hands. Tayler pauses just long enough at the sight of this to give Rhaps the chance to attack, which he takes a advantage of immediately. With another flash of steel, Tayler falls to the ground, a large cut across his chest as well. The Rhapsitastic One laughs maniacally as he looks from one man to the next, trying to decide who to attack next.*

~Ray White~
*I love Rhaps' sexy body, but I can't believe he has taken that knife out during this match. It's such an underhanded way to win!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Oh come on Ray, is it really that hard to believe? Rhaps is so crazy that I think he would pull that knife out on his own mother if he ever had the chance to. Just think back to that brawl he and Vlad had! He can't be trusted.*

~Ray White~
*Yea, but neither can Demon. If you don't know what I'm talking about, look at Rhaps' chest. And I don't mean the large cut on it either.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Their entire stable is nuts. Not one of those men can be trusted, but the two most unstable ones might just be two of the three men in the ring right now. Though I can't be sure, that Nicholas Carson is pretty crazy himself.*

*Rhaps takes only a few more moments to choose his target. He begins walking toward Demon, an evil glint in his eye as he raises his knife high up above his head. He brings it down, slicing another line down Demon's chest. With a few deft movements, Rhaps slices into Demon's chest with precision. Each time the blade touches his skin, Demon lets out a scream of pain. Rhaps soon stands up to admire his handy work. Now, embedded into his chest, a capital "R" can be seen. Torrents of blood pour out of each of the deep cuts that make up the singular letter and Rhaps stares hungrily at the blood. He points at the "D" on his chest and then at the "R" on Demon's as if to signify that the two are now even before turning around just in time to receive a sharp and quick kick in his gut. Tayler Nathan Thomas seems to have recovered and had been waiting for Rhaps to turn back around. Rhaps doubles over in pain, dropping his knife and Tayler grabs his head, shoving under his arm. Using his partially depleted strength, Tayler heaves Rhaps up into the air, holding him up end over end before letting himself fall back onto the mat and causing Rhaps to plummet straight down. His neck and back of his head collide with he canvas first and immediately the nerve endings send signals of pain to his brain, causing him to let out a gasp before lying motionless on the ground. Tayler pushes himself back up to his feet, looking down at Rhaps and then over at Demon. He seems to ponder something for a moment before he begins walking over toward one of the turnbuckles. Immediately, he begins tearing off the protective padding that cover it, exposing the cold and unforgiving steel underneath. The referee begins shouting at him to stop what he is doing, but Tayler Nathan Thomas pays him no mind, continuing with the task. Meanwhile, Rhaps begins rolling around on the ground, holding the back of his neck in pain. Demon also begins convulsing violently, blood still pouring out of the wounds in his chest. Tayler backs away from the turnbuckle, the padding now completely off before beginning to walk back toward Rhaps. He bends over and lifts the Rhapsitastic One back to his feet, before grabbing his arm and flinging him at the turnbuckle with the exposed steel. Rhaps' momentum carries into it and he collides with the turnbuckle, the steel tearing into the flesh of his back. The force of the blow causes Rhaps to sink down to a sitting position in the turnbuckle. His eyes are half closed and flutter and he appears to be unconscious. Tayler walks over to Rhaps and then places his foot against his neck, pushing down hard and choking him. Rhaps begins kicking his legs feebly, attempting to escape. However, he has no luck and Tayler keeps his foot against Rhaps' neck until Rhaps stops struggling before finally breaking off. Behind him, Demon has rolled out of the ring and crawled underneath of it.*

~Ray White~
*Rhapsy got his revenge on Demon for that blowtorching he received. Now he has an "R" engraved on his chest just like so many others!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*But what the hell is Demon doing? He crawled underneath the ring, I can only think that he has something truly diabolical in store for Tayler Nathan Thomas.*

~Ray White~
*It really is strange behavior. I don't think I have ever seen Demon do anything like this. It makes me wonder what he has got planned.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Like I said, it will only spell trouble for Tayler Nathan Thomas, and possibly Rhaps as well. I can't believe that he has cute little bunnies under there. It's probably some sick weapon.*

*Tayler Nathan Thomas turns around time find that the third man in the match has seemingly disappeared. He appears apprehensive for a moment, though when nothing happens he shrugs it off and returns to his attack of Rhaps. He begins delivering powerful stomps to the body of the Rhapsitastic One. As each blow connects, Rhaps lets out a muffled cry, trying to keep his pain from escaping verbally but not entirely succeeding. Suddenly, Demon begins pushing himself out from beneath the ring. As he finally manages to extricate himself from the confines of the small area, he bends over and then pulls something out from beneath it. As he straightens up, it is revealed that he has pulled a blowtorch and a sickle from beneath the ring. Many of the fans in attendance let out audible gasps. At the sound of this, Tayler Nathan Thomas turns around, confused. However, he soon spots Demon standing on the outside of the ring with the two weapons in hand and a demonic grin across his face. Demon rushes forward and slides into the ring as Tayler mimics him. The two meet near the center of the ring, but Tayler keeps his distance as he eyes Demon's weapons warily. Demon backs up into a turnbuckle and places his blowtorch there, not ready to use it yet in the match. However, he keeps the sickle in his hand and moves back toward Tayler, swinging it back forth. It seems to glint hungrily in the light, wanting to feast on the blood and flesh of an innocent victim. Demon lets out a satanic howl that raises the hair on the back of many of the fan's necks and then rushes forward, brandishing his new weapon wildly. Tayler attempts to leap out of the way, though he is not entirely successful. The steel edge of the sickle just catches him across his chest, the cut almost parallel to the one inflicted upon him earlier by Rhaps. Tayler falls to the ground, holding his chest in pain as the Master of the Abyss stands over him, sickle still in hand. He raises it back above his head before bringing it down with surprising speed. The blade whistles through the air, narrowly missing Tayler's foot. Tayler rolls away, ending up near Rhaps, who is still unmoving against the turnbuckle. Demon watches Tayler from across the ring as he continues to swing his sickle back and forth, wanting more blood.*

-TBC-

[Rhaps]

The crowd begin cheering in sheer droves, the volume rising tenfold as the seconds tick by, reciprocating the lack of action currently going on in the ring. Demon hovers dangerously in the centre of the ring as he continues to spin the sickle in front of him, the dreaded blade scything through the air as he waits expectantly. Tayler remains where he is, looking at the bigger man with a mixture of fear and apprehension in his eyes. The Master of the Abyss begins to laugh, his voice peeling into the still air before rising demonically in pitch. An inadvertent shudder runs down Tayler’s spine as he contemplates how he is going to disarm the huge monstrosity of a man currently standing in front of him. TNT makes his mind eventually and he keeps his centre of gravity low as he begins to slowly circle the Demonic One. Demon keeps his eyes firmly fixed on his target as the 250 pounder continues to keep a fair amount of distance between himself and his foe. The tension increases exponentially and the crowd hover on the edge of their seats, expecting the match to hit boiling point any second now. Even Ray has edged forwards in his chair, an excited and fevered expression on his face.

Abruptly, Tayler charges at the huge man, all thoughts of avoiding the sickle suddenly dispelled from his plagued mind. Demon laughs triumphantly and throws his head back as he rushes forwards to meet the charge. The sickle flashes and glints in the light before it cuts through the air. A sudden howl erupts from Tayler’s lips as the sickle’s edge bites into his outstretched forearm. Regardless of this, TNT’s momentum isn’t halted any in the slightest as he slams into the thick-set form of the Master of the Abyss. His feet skid and slide on the mat but he remains upright, the huge wall of humanity halting anything Tayler might have had planned. Before Tayler has a chance to react, the sickle is wrenched free before Demon raises a huge balled first. His knuckles slam into the side of his face and his head snaps to one side, spraying a mixture of blood and spit onto the ring mat. The crowd grimace at the sight of Tayler’s tortured body as he drops to one knee. Demon is unrelenting as he slowly brings the weapon over his shoulder, targeting the back of Tayler’s neck. Abruptly, Demon feels pressure being applied on his hand from behind, the Demonic One having forgotten about the presence of the SIC Monster.

His arm is pulled back ferociously and agony swelters through his back as the sickle is pushed into the flat of his back. Demon lets out a thin scream as Rhaps moves quickly, making sure to capitalise on the advantage that has presented itself. He runs towards the ring ropes swiftly before bouncing off of them. Rhaps is carrying a little extra momentum as he charges at Demon. He leaps into the air before contorting his body into a strange looking position. His legs surge upwards under the power of his own body before slamming into Demon’s neck with a high angle leg lariat. A murmur runs through the audience as Demon totters dangerously on his feet before losing his balance and falling backwards. He lets out a second primeval scream as he careens into the canvas, the sickle being rammed even further into his skin whilst the blade rips further across his nerves. The pain hits Demon like a train as he begins contorting and thrashing wildly, his hands trying to rip it out and cease the pain currently being experienced. As Rhaps stands up quickly, Tayler rises to his feet and lunges towards him with his arm outstretched. TNT’s arm crashes across Rhaps’ chest with a devastating clothesline. The Safety Ranger flips violently before careening into the mat whilst Tayler falls down to one knee once more, taking the chance to rest his weary body.

JP: The pace of this match has gotten a lot faster and all of these men are adamant that they are going to be the winner. Though I don’t see why Rhaps is fighting so hard to win because he is actually representing Amanda Hallsworth and so if he wins, he’ll give her the advantage going into the match between the Safety Ranger and the two divas. It is known that Rhaps has a huge ego and tries to win every time so I think it’s more about the prestige of winning a high profile match like this then about gaining an advantage for the future.

Ray: Rhaps is always about the moment baby. He’s the superstar you hate to fight because he doesn’t care what’s happened in the past or what will happen in the future. The intensity and focus is all about what’s going to happen right this second and that’s what makes his so sexily hardcore.

JP: But Rhaps just got beheaded with a clothesline by Tayler Nathan Thomas and he’s looking a little worse for wear.

Ray: But look at all of them Jimmy. All sexy individuals in their own right but Rhaps is the only man I envisage between us right now as we spoon cream on one another and have a riotous good time.

JP: Please, don’t include me in whatever you’re going to say next. Just go back to drinking Vlad brand coffee or using that Rhaps brand lubricant or whatever the hell you’ve got under the desk there.

Ray: Well, I’ve got something very small under the desk right now and all this talk of cream and lubricant is making it very excited. You want to have a look Jimmy because he might be very excited to see you.

JP has a disgusted look on his face as he edges his chair away from his broadcast partner. Ray has a confused look on his face as to why JP is reacting the way he is. He shrugs before reaching under the desk while JP edges his chair away from him even more. A couple of seconds pass before Ray produces an empty bowl and pours some cream into it before reaching back under the desk. A few more seconds pass before Ray extracts a kitten and begins stroking it gingerly as it walks towards the cream. The kitten begins lapping away happily whilst JP has an incredulous look on his face. Ray looks at him and shrugs before turning back to the kitten and stroking it once more, making baby noises at it as it continues to lap away at the cream in front of it.

JP: You are one strange person Ray.

The action in the ring winds down as Demon continues to roll around in pain whilst Rhaps lies unmoving next to him. Tayler begins breathing heavily from the sheer amount of effort exerted thus far. He looks at both of his opponents to make sure that he still has time in which to recover a portion of his depleted strength. He nods happily that both Rhaps and Demon are currently incapacitated. TNT shifts his weight to the side as he leans over towards the ring ropes, eyeing them hungrily as a mechanism of reaching a vertical base once more. He seizes hold of them before heaving against his own dead weight as he struggles to confront his own inhibitions and pull himself to his feet. Eventually, Tayler totters and sways dangerously as he stands up to his full height, his enormous frame hovering over both of his downed opponents. Beside him, the Beast Unleashed begins to stir as he begins to gather his will and resolve to urge himself to continue the bout. Tayler reacts instantly, knowing the risk he would run by allowing the dangerous Rhaps a chance of getting back into the match. He drops over him before grabbing hold of his neck. Before the SIC Monster has a chance to fight back, Tayler pulls against the relatively smaller man and flings him bodily towards the ring ropes. Rhaps sliced through the ropes and lands with a dull thud on the outside, his arms flailing wildly as he careens into the concrete. The fans in the front row begin jeering and booing at him as Rhaps’ broken body remains inert on the canvas.

Meanwhile, Demon has started to recover from the tremendous injury unleashed upon him by Rhaps. His fingers reach up to the sickle currently protruding from a section of his back, just below his right shoulder. He grips the handle tersely before giving a sharp tug, the blade coming free in his hand. His face creases from the pain as blood seeps out of the relatively deep cut in his skin. The Master of the Abyss looks at the dreaded weapon and sees it doused in his own blood. The sight of it seems to work the huge man into a frenzy before his face twists into a grotesque mask of boyish glee. He agonisingly stands up, the pain rippling across the expanse of his back as he stands fully erect with the sickle held aloft. Tayler turns around too late as Demon suddenly bulldozes into him with a huge shoulder block. Demon’s shoulder is rammed viciously into Tayler’s face, causing the heavyweight to fall to the ring mat unceremoniously, his eyes glazing over slightly. Demon moves surprisingly quickly for a man of his size, letting the sickle fall to the canvas, favouring the use of his own hands as weapons instead of the monstrosity that has currently inflicted significant damage thus far in the match. The Demonic One drops to his knees beside TNT, his right hand balled up into a fist. Abruptly, Demon rams a huge right hand into his opponent’s face, a loud crunch being emitted as the cartilage in his nose scraps unpleasantly along a section of bone. Demon doesn’t let up as he delivers three or four more crisp shots to TNT’s face. Tayler’s face takes on a misty cast as he sinks the mat, his body utterly broken in the face of Demon’s deadly onslaught.

JP: This could be it right here folks. Demon has covered Tayler Nathan Thomas for the pin and Rhaps is still laid outside the ring right in front of our announce table. And after those huge left and rights from the Master of the Abyss I don’t see how Tayler will be able to kick out of this pinfall attempt.

Ray: This is horrible Jimmy. Demon can’t beat the leader of his own stable. I’d hate to see the climate in the Imperfects if Demon walks away with a win over the Rhapsitastic One. Rhaps is supposed to be the leader but if Demon can claim a victory here tonight that very well might change. Demon’s the sort of person who would use this to his advantage and maybe launch a bid of his own to lead the stable. I can’t look Jimmy so I have to ask, do you want to stroke my Dick?

JP: What the hell Ray? I know you’ve made sexual innuendos in the past but you at least kept them that way. Why the sudden proposition?

Ray: Not that Jimmy, though I can see you want a piece of Ray cake now. I called the kitten Richard in honour of Rhapsy and I like to call him Dick so did you want to stroke my Kitten? But you can touch little Ray Ray if you want.

TBCB Demon or TNT.

[Demon]

*The ref slaps his hand down and the crowd count with him, shouting out "ONE!" in unison. He brings his arm back up and then back down, smacking to the canvas for a second time. Again the crowd count along, this time shouting "TWO!". The ref brings his arm back up a third time, ready to bring it crashing down and finally put an end to the match. However, just before he can make contact with the mat a third and final time, Tayler Nathan Thomas shoots his right shoulder up off the ground with such authority that Demon is forced up into a sitting position. He looks over at the ref, a stunned expression across his masked face and he holds up two fingers, as if to ask if he truly only just got a two count. The ref nods and then shoots his arms up in the air, signaling to the timekeeper that there was no pin fall and that the match is still underway. Demon shakes his head angrily before pushing himself up to his feet. He looks down at Tayler, whose body now lies broken and bleeding on the match once more. A grin manages to break through his visage as he sees the damage he has done to another human being. Immediately, Demon begins laughing uncontrollably, staring at the body of Tayler every so often. As his fit of laughter subsides, Demon looks around, trying to locate the Rhapsitastic One. He notices that he is still sprawled out in front of the broadcast table, no sign of movement coming from him. He then casts his eyes across the ring, looking for the two weapons he discarded earlier. He spots the sickle first, it's blade gleaming with a gory glee from all of the blood it has already spilled. He hurries over and picks it up, turning it over in his hands before glancing around the ring once more. Before long, he notices the blowtorch still resting in the corner he left it. Without hesitation, he rushes over and picks the blowtorch up, holding it in a caressing embrace. The Master of the Abyss then flicks it into life, a flame flickering into existence at the end of the blowtorch. He gleefully begins running the flame around the edge of the sickle's blade, heating it up. The Demonic One touches the blade, feeling its heat burn his fingers. He draws away quickly, though a satisfied look appears on his face. Demon turns around to see Tayler Nathan Thomas back up to his feet, leaning up against the ropes, and Rhaps beginning to push himself up in front of Jimmy and Ray. He seems a bit surprised that the two got up without him noticing, but shrugs it off and begins swinging the sickle around and around once more.*

~Ray White~
*To be honest with you Jimmy, I'm surprised that Tayler Nathan Thomas managed to kick out of that pin attempt. But it looks like he's about to be destroyed once again by the hands of Demon. Well, not so much his hands as his sickle, but you know what I mean.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Not so fast Ray. How do you know that Tayler won't beat Demon? Sure he has taken it to him so far in the match, but that doesn't mean shit! I believe that Tayler may just be able to finally get in some good offense.*

~Ray White~
*I just don't see it happening Jimmy. But I can see the Rhapsitastic One right in front of us! Hey Rhapsy, do you want to stroke my Dick?*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Oh boy....*

*Rhaps looks across the announce table in right into the face of Ray, who attempts to hide behind JP. However, Rhaps merely shakes his head, deciding the fruity announcer is not worth his trouble. Instead he turns around and looks up into the ring where Demon and Tayler Nathan Thomas are at a stand still. The Demonic One continues to swing his sickle around, now beginning to move steadily closer to Tayler, who begins backing away as fast as he can. However, his back soon bumps against the ring ropes. His brain kicks in, telling him that he can leave the ring and be safe, which he does, immediately dropping down to the canvas and rolling out underneath the bottom ropes. The white hot sickle comes soaring down a moment later, landing in the exact spot Tayler had been. Demon stares down at his opponent with contempt on his face, clearly angry at being cheated out of a victim for now. Tayler sighs in relief, clearly glad to be away from the sickle. However, he does not get long to rest as Rhaps comes flying at him from the side. Tayler Nathan Thomas does not react fast enough and the smallish body of the Rhapsitastic One collides with him, causing him to stagger backward and fall, smacking the back of his head into the guard rail. Rhaps looks at him, an expression of excitement adorned across his face as he can tell the violence is beginning to pick up once more. He wastes no time, immediately walking over to his fallen opponent, who has a glazed over look on his face from smacking his head against steel. The fans in the front row jeer at both men loudly. However, as Rhaps gets nearer to them, they quiet down a bit, not sure if it is wise to taunt the self proclaimed Devil of EVPW. Rhaps bends over and lifts Tayler Nathan Thomas back up to his feet before grabbing one of his arms and flinging the 250 pounder back at the ring. His back collides hard with the side of the ring. However, he does not sink down to his knees as out of nowhere, two hands reach down and grab him under his chin. They lift him mightily up into the air and then over the ropes before flinging him down hard onto the mat. Demon stands over Tayler and looks at him for a few moments before turning his attention to Rhaps, who continues to prowl along the outside of the ring. Demon picks up the sickle that he momentarily discarded to grab Tayler and then throws it out of the ring. Many of the fans in attendance scream as the metal weapon slices through the air, but it lands harmlessly on the entrance ramp. Demon turns his attention back to his two opponents and begins motioning for Rhaps to get in the ring and Tayler Nathan Thomas to get back to his feet.*

~Ray White~
*I think Tayler Nathan Thomas might have a concussion after that fall. But seriously, there has been almost no action so far!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Calm down Ray. I know you really wanted to see sweaty men grabbing each other, but just wait. I'm sure you'll have your fill before the night is over.*

~Ray White~
*I'm glad this is only the first match! That means that we still have seventeen more to come and all of them except for one have at least one man in them!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*To most men, that would be a bad thing. I personally wish we had more diva action here. There's just not enough women in this business for me. But I know you never have that problem Ray, after all you're so gay you barf up Rainbows.*

*Rhaps slides into the ring in front of Demon, his eyes never wavering from the big man. The two members of the Imperfects stare across the ring at each other, Tayler Nathan Thomas still on the ground between them. Suddenly, he begins moving, drawing the attention of both of his opponents. Tayler rolls over to the ropes and begins pulling himself up by them. As he makes it up to his feet, he leans on the ropes, breathing heavily and trying to get some energy back into his body. Rhaps and Demon turn their attention away from him as they do not consider him as a threat in the match any longer. Instead, they focus completely on each other and begin circling around the ring, studying each other carefully and attempting to find a weakness in the other's defenses. Suddenly, they both shoot forward and engage in a collar elbow tie up, which soon develops into a battle of strength. Demon uses his size to his advantage and begins pushing Rhaps backward until he has him backed up against a turnbuckle. Demon takes a step back before shooting his hand forward. It connects with Rhaps' chest causing him to double over in pain. The Master of they Abyss straightens Rhaps once more before delivering another shot. This time, the Rhapsitastic One falls down to the canvas from the power of the blow, now sitting in the corner. Demon turns around and begins walking over toward Tayler Nathan Thomas, who is still sucking in as much oxygen as possible so as to fuel his brain. However, he stops after only taking a few steps. Suddenly, Demon turns back around and begins running full steam at Rhaps. The Demonic One lifts up his boot just before reaching his opponent and drives it straight across Rhaps' face. His neck snaps violently to one side and then he lies motionless in the corner as Demon turns around, a smirk across his face. The Master of the Abyss now turns his attention to Tayler Nathan Thomas once more and begins walking ever so slowly toward him. The anticipation in the Cow Palace Arena mounts once more as the fans are already head over heels at how insane the opening contest has been. Without warning, Tayler shoots forward, lowering his shoulder as he does. He manages to reach Demon before the big man can retaliate and drives his shoulder into Demon's gut, sending the Demonic One crashing to the canvas. The force of Tayler's shot also causes him to fall over, though he lands on top of Demon. Without pausing to give his opponent a breather, Tayler begins hammering in Demon's face viciously, getting a small form of payback from earlier. Tayler Nathan Thomas jumps up to his feet and give a roar of delight as he knows the match is about even once more.*

~Ray White~
*I swear to God that this match is never going to end! I just wish somebody would knock the other two out and pin somebody so we can move on to our other matches. And besides, the longer this match goes, the worse Demon and Rhaps will be in their second matches.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I honestly hope this match lasts for a bit longer. This has been a great match to watch, and I love how not one of these men is yet ready to give up. However, it probably will end soon. No human being can survive much more of a beating.*

~Ray White~
*Yea, after all, all three of these men are bleeding. Though that just proves to me that they like it rough. Which is how I like it too.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Do you always have to make a sexual comment? Couldn't you just go one match without saying something gay?*

~Ray White~
*Well I could JP, but where would the fun be in that?*

*Tayler Nathan Thomas looks around the ring and spots Rhaps still apparently out cold sitting in one of the corners against a turnbuckle. He begins walking over to him, his body towering over the much smaller form of Rhaps crumpled up in the corner. Tayler bends down and grabs the Rhapsitastic One by his throat, lifting him high above the mat before tossing him bodily across the ring. Rhaps flies through the air, spinning around, before he crashes hard into the canvas. He does not move from the spot, but instead continues with his motionless, seemingly completely knocked unconscious. Tayler roars out in pleasure, obviously enjoying this moment of total dominance. However, he does not seem to be completely satisfied. His head turns slyly toward the entrance ramp, where the sickle that Demon used on him still lies. Tayler swiftly ducks under the ring ropes and rushes up the ramp. He bends over and grabs the sickle before straightening back up and running back toward the ring. As he approaches it, Demon begins to stir. Tayler eyes him cautiously before a grin begins to spread across his face. He rolls into the ring under the ropes and straightens back up just as Demon pushes himself up to a vertical base. Before Demon gets a chance to examine his surroundings, the sound of metal cutting through air whistles through the arena, shortly cut out by a bloodcurdling scream. Demon falls back down to his knees, a large gash down the front of his chest, blood dripping out of it. With another flash of steel, yet another gash forms across the front of Demon, causing him to let out another scream. Suddenly, Tayler Nathan Thomas swings the sickle so forcefully that he actually spins around in a full three hundred and sixty degree motion. This time, the sickle digs deeper into Demon's chest than the other shots, and a torrent of blood begins pouring from the wound. Demon lets out one final shriek before he falls to the ground, his limbs shaky from the loss of blood he has experienced during the match. Tayler has a satisfied smirk across his face as he turns around, dropping the sickle, just in time to see Rhaps perched upon a turnbuckle. Before he has the time to react, the Rhapsitastic One leaps off his perch, flying forward at Tayler. He flips over his opponent, landing behind him. Once he lands, the SIC Monster grabs his opponent around his neck before dropping him on the back of his head. Tayler immediately begins holding onto the back of his head as he rolls around on the mat in pain. Rhaps jumps up to his feet and immediately begins gloating over his opponent, drawing a shower of boos from the crowd.*

~Ray White~
*SIC Drop! SIC Drop! SIC Drop! That hunk Rhaps just nailed Tayler Nathan Thomas with a SIC Drop! If he just goes for the cover, this match will be all over.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Was it really necessary for you to yell the name of the move three times? I mean we all did kinda see it happen. But I have to agree with you on that last point. If Rhaps can just cover TNT, it will be all she wrote. Demon is completely out of the match from the wounds he suffered and there's no way that TNT will be able to kick out now.*

~Ray White~
*Exactly! The sexiest one in this match is going to win, and I think my little Dick is getting very excited!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Did you just say your little dick? So you're what, like half Asian or something?*

~Ray White~
*JP you know I meant the damn kitten! And besides, I'm not half Asian, I'm half Black. Guess which half?*

*Rhaps continues to gloat in the face of his fallen opponent, not noticing the large figure beginning to stand up behind him. Demon stalks his much smaller opponent from behind, his arms held up in anticipation of more violence. Both of his hands are now stained scarlet from trying to stem the flow of blood from his chest. It finally seems to have ceased, though the Demonic One's limbs seem a little shaky. Rhaps turns around and sees the large frame of Demon, almost appearing to be cast in shadow from the brightness of the lights above him. The Rhapsitastic One does not get a chance to defend himself as Demon shoots his right foot out, connecting powerfully with the chest of Rhaps, causing him to double over in pain. The Master of the Abyss then grabs Rhaps' head and shoves it between his legs before flipping Rhaps up onto his shoulders. He holds the small man up for a few moments, and then begins running at one of the turnbuckles. Just before reaching the turnbuckle, Demon uses all of the strength left in his depleted limbs to force Rhaps forward. The SIC Monster flies through the air momentarily until his back collides hard with the turnbuckle. Rhaps bounces off the turnbuckle, walking forward a few steps before falling directly to the canvas, clutching his back in excruciating pain. Demon lets out a might roar of triumph as he looks down upon his two opponents. However, his eyes soon drift over to the blowtorch, which was abandoned so long ago. Demon walks over to it slowly, before lifting it up carefully, as if it were a very delicate object. He flips it on and a boyish glee seems to take over his features. The Master of the Abyss begins walking back over toward Rhaps, who is lying on the canvas on his stomach, still clawing at his back in attempt to relieve some of the pain. Demon begins bringing the lit blowtorch down slowly, almost lovingly. As it nears Rhaps' flesh, burn marks begin appearing, and the Rhapsitastic One begins screaming out in pain. Demon begins moving the blowtorch in a pattern. The crowd appear to know what is about to happen next, and many of them avert their eyes from the ring, not wanting to see what is now being burned into Rhaps' skin. Demon soon stands up, looking down at Rhaps and admiring his handiwork. He walks over to a corner of the ring and places the blowtorch down gently before standing up and smacking his hands as if to get off dust from working with tools all day. However, as he looks around the ring, he notices that Tayler Nathan Thomas has begun to stir once more. Demon looks down at the blowtorch he just set down and then back up at Tayler, as if trying to decide on whether or not to do something.*

~Ray White~
*I can't believe what Demon just did! He fucking burned another D into Rhaps' body! Now he has one on his back and on his chest.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I don't know how much more these two can do to each other, to be honest. They have both either carved or burned their initial into the other, and have taken each other to their limits in this match. But I have to wonder what Demon is planning on doing to Tayler Nathan Thomas now.*

~Ray White~
*Something bad JP. You can be sure about that. If I know Demon, then that blowtorch is going to come back into play very soon.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I just wish that the referee would step in and stop this match. These men are in no fit state to continue, and each of them has suffered horrible wounds.*

*Demon shakes his head roughly, as if trying to get rid of some pestering insect. He walks away from the blowtorch, surprising many in attendance, including Tayler Nathan Thomas, who has now completely gotten back up to his feet. The two men stare across the ring at each other, Rhaps knocked out between them, the large D on his back seeming to stand out. Tayler Nathan Thomas looks down at the D, and an expression of fear and revulsion crosses his face. He looks as if he is about throw up, though he manages to recover. Now a look of anger fills his face. It is clear to him that the monster of a man in front of him must be stopped, and currently he is the only one who can do it. Throwing caution to the wind, Tayler rushes across the ring, screaming at the top of his lungs. This catches the Master of the Abyss off guard, and Tayler manages to reach the large man unscathed. Tayler drops down to his hands and knees before sweeping his legs around, taking Demon down onto his back. Before he can hop back up, Tayler places his foot in between both of Demon. He wraps Demon's right leg behind his own, and then his left leg in front before dropping down to the mat. Immediately, Demon begins screaming out in pain, the Figure Four Leg Lock, torquing his knees. His right hand comes up above the mat, ready to begin smacking down so as to signal that he is giving up and to end the match. However, something deep inside of him does not allow him to quit and his hand lowers itself back down to the mat. The Demonic One grits his teeth in determination, willing himself not to give in to the pain. However, the pain pressure on his legs suddenly stops, though the pain remains. Demon pushes up his upper body and sees Rhaps now standing over a downed Tayler Nathan Thomas. It appears as if he just kicked the man in the face. The SIC Monster now turns his attention toward Demon, ready to take out his stablemate and claim victory for himself. The fans in the arena begin to cheer loudly once more. They can sense that a winner will be crowned soon, and the excitement in the Cow Palace seems to be about to reach a breaking point. Rhaps looks down at his stablemate before rushing forward and delivering a quick kick to the side of his head. Demon, unable to block the shot, slumps back to the canvas as Rhaps stands triumphantly over his two opponents once more.*

-TBC-

[Rhaps]

The arena is full of nervous excitement as a tingle of anticipation runs down the spine of the Rhapsitastic One as he hovers menacingly over both of his downed opponents. In spite of their huge bulk, the Safety Ranger lingers over them as his course voice rises in pitch as he looks back and forth between the two men. Rhaps’ face has contorted into a twisted look of hateful glee as he realises that both his opponents are now subject to his whims. Rhaps looks at them for a few more seconds before turning on his heel and heading to the ring ropes. He slides underneath them to the outside before dropping to his knees as he folds the ring apron over and begins hunting in the pervasive gloom for yet another weapon. Many fans in the front row lean forwards, hoping to get a glimpse of the weapon that the Rhaps is going to unleash upon the other two participants of the match. A few more seconds pass before the SIC Monster emerges with a splitting maul in his hands. He cradles it lovingly to his chest as the light bounces ominously off the axe end of the monstrosity in his iron grip. Unseen to Rhaps, Tayler has managed to worm his way to a vertical base. He stretches his limbs out to one side as a pervasive fire and ache creeps slowly across his entire nervous system. In spite of this, something deep inside his head screams at him to continue the match and to drag his way further and further up the ladder until he snares the precious victory that he is looking for.

Abruptly, Tayler notices Rhaps staring happily at the splitting maul, Rhaps’ deadly intent only taking mere seconds to slam home. Upon realising the full gravity of the developing situation outside the ring, Tayler breaks into a run, bouncing himself off the ropes to give himself a slight injection of speed. TNT rockets towards Rhaps with terrific momentum before dropping his entire weight to the canvas, executing a near perfect baseball slide. His feet shoot out in front of him before the soles of his boot careen viciously into the splitting maul in Rhaps’ hands. The weapon is rammed viciously against his chest with tremendous force, dropping the SIC Monster to the concrete underneath with a resounding thud. A searing pain rises up in his chest from the blunt impact of the splitting maul against his ribcage while his body contorts into grotesque positions from the pain magnanimously screaming at him through every nerve fibre in his body. Rhaps’ heart begins pounding as the synapses all fire at once, triggering his whole body to begin fluctuating wildly whilst his heart rate increase to pump course faster through his system. Tayler stands victoriously over Rhaps, eyeing the weapon that is lying across him hungrily. He picks it up smoothly and holds it in his hands, doing the same thing that Rhaps did mere moments earlier as he takes a few seconds out to enjoy the feeling of power.

JP: This is dangerous for Rhaps here. The big man was able to execute a near perfect move on him and was able to get the splitting maul away from him. So far in the match, all three men have given plenty of reason to attack one another due to the vast extremes of in ring combat we’ve been treated to. And now TNT might well follow through and cave the side of Rhaps’ face in with that weapon.

Ray: Come on Rhapsy, get up already. Me and Dick have got a lot riding on you walking out the winner tonight and it’d be horrible if Rhaps got disfigured in any way by that thing. I’d have to start worshipping somebody more beautiful because I can only give my love to someone who deserves it. And if Rhaps lets his face get caved in then he wasn’t doing enough to keep me as a Rhaps groupie.

JP: A Rhaps groupie? So if you had your way you and a load of other gay guys would be standing around a gold idol of that sick freak right? God I’ve never known someone to have so many mental issues as you Ray. I’m not sure whether I should have you committed or to both put us out of misery and put you down.

Ray: Talking of putting down, you fancy......

JP: Don’t you even dare finish that sentence.

Tayler hefts the splitting maul over his head as he keeps his eyes locked on his target. Rhaps’ head lolls to one side, his eyes clenched tightly in a futile attempt to numb the pain currently running throughout his entire body and the pervasive ache from the fresh burn mark that has been etched into his back. Rhaps moves slightly, the concrete underneath scratching gently against the ‘D’ burn mark, causing the wound to tingle. Tayler throws a glance in the direction of the Master of the Abyss before nodding to himself in satisfaction. His attention snaps back squarely to the matter at hand as he raises the hammer end of the weapon a couple more inches over his head. He lets out a scream of hate as he brings the weapon down sharply. Amazingly, Rhaps shoots his almost inert body to one side before a loud clang is emitted right next to his head as Tayler misses his target completely. The next few seconds are a blur as Rhaps kicks his feet out in front of him out of sheer desperation, his boots crashing into Tayler’s hands and causing a shooting sensation to spread down the entire expanse of his arm. TNT’s grip of the Maul is broken instantly and it thuds gently to the ground as Rhaps stands up, ignoring the prevailing pain. Rhaps moves instantly, looping his arms around the bigger man’s head tightly before twisting his body around that of Tayler’s. He lets his weight drop, dragging TNT down with him head first. His face smashes agonisingly into the Maul, his face impacting viciously with it before his body careens to one side whilst his muffled screams can be heard through his hands currently clenched tightly across his face. Some of the fans grimace and flinch visible at the sight as Tayler continues to thrash and moan loudly as Rhaps staggers blindly for a few seconds. As he does so, he drops to one knee and his palms slap the top of the ring steps with a steely ring as he manages to maintain his balance.

Inside the squared circle, Demon’s almost comatose form begins to stir as TNT’s anguished cries of pain reach his ears. He seemingly delights at the sound as the corners of his mouth rise into a sick smile as he flips himself onto his stomach. He catches sight of the discarded blowtorch, knowing instantly that’s the weapon he should use next against either of his opponents. The sight of it beckons the Demonic One on as his own inhibitions begin to prove too much. He places his palms flat on the canvas and tries to heft himself to his feet but his elbows begin to wobble and totter dangerously before giving way entirely. Demon mentally shrugs it off before he begins to crawl towards the blowtorch, his fingers splayed out in front of him, snapping greedily at his precious toy. Rhaps sees Demon inching his way on the ring mat through the corner of his eye. He abandons the fallen form or Tayler Nathan Thomas as he enters the squared circle underneath the bottom rope. He strides easily towards his fellow Imperfects member just as Demon’s fingers ease onto the blowtorch and kick start the flame into new life. The crowd falls deathly silent whilst the only noise is the quiet flame burning in eager anticipation of its next victim.

Rhaps leans down next to the Demonic One, standing on his wrist as he does so. The big man attempts to wrench his arm free as the Rhapsitastic One picks up the now lit blowtorch and holds it in the air as he watches the blue flame glowing ominously. He waves it around, spelling out an invisible R in the air before bringing it ever closer to Demon’s outstretched hand. His screams become more intense as the heat intensifies on his skin whilst the cells slowly begin to char as the flame makes full contact. Demon’s cries reach fever-pitch as the fire continues to slowly consume his hand. Vast droves of pain and agony fire the synapses down the entire length of the nerve ending before finally reaching the central nervous system, broadcasting the pain signals to his brain. The Master of the Abyss fights the torture his body is currently undergoing, bringing his spare hand up. Abruptly, he manages to get a solid grip of the blowtorch and he lets out a shriek of effort as he manages to turn the flame around. The fire scorches and rips into Rhaps’ leg, causing the Beast Unleashed to blanch at the feeling of fire licking at him. Demon slumps to one side in relief as Rhaps kills the flame before discarding the weapon to the outside of the ring, more than glad to see last of it.

JP: That was sick and brutal. Rhaps and Demon are supposed to be in the same stable and yet their taking each other to hell in this triple threat match. And it doesn’t mean anything more than deciding who of the various representatives gets the advantage going into the triple threat match between Rhaps, Angel Morgan and Amanda Hallsworth.

Ray: But it’s about more than that between these individual superstars Jimmy. It’s about pride, especially between Rhaps and Demon. Demon has remained undefeated ever since debuting in EVPW whilst Rhaps has a ten match winning streak. And I’m sure Rhaps doesn’t care about giving the advantage to Amanda because he’s fighting so doggedly to win against his student.

JP: Also, as was said earlier Ray, both men are determined to win to prove which one’s more dominant. Rhaps is supposed to be the leader of a stable that Demon is a member of and if he lets the apprentice get a win here tonight then it might undermine his entire position. If Demon gets the win then it would cause dissension amongst the ranks and Rhaps might lose his entire following.

The action slows down in the ring as Demon continues to squirm around on the canvas whilst Rhaps slumps against the ropes, holding onto them dearly. The effort has clearly taken its toll as all three men remain inert in their relative positions. The fans stand to their feet and begin screaming their support for their chosen superstar, the noise reaching a vast tumultuous boiling pot of eager cheers and applause. Both the Demonic One and Rhaps begin to worm their way to a vertical base as the in ring official looks on in amazement at their resilience. His look betrays his deep seeded desire for either man to eventually give up and let themselves be pinned for a three count to allow the match card to progress to its second match of the evening. However, Rhaps and Demon resolutely refuse the unspoken request as they stagger to their feet. They stand fully erect before Demon, surprisingly, is the first man to turn around. The Safety Ranger turns on the spot but all too late as the Master of the Abyss breaks into a thundering run. At the last instance, Demon raises his huge foot into the air in front of him, causing the sole of boot to cave into the side of his face.

Rhaps is suddenly blasted over the ring ropes, earning a very distinct reaction from the audience as they expect to see Rhaps crash land outside the ring in front of them. Amazingly, he manages to grip the top rope as his relatively small body is rocketed over it from the huge Big Boot by the Demonic One. His balance is precarious but Rhaps stands atop his precarious perch as his knuckles begin to whiten from the sheer amount of effort needed to halt his fall. Unexpectedly, Tayler appears from one side as he ambles over to where Rhaps is stood atop the ring apron. He grabs a hold of his ankles and begins pulling at him; his face screwed up tightly with the effort of trying to wrench his would be victim off his roost. Demon takes notice of this as he runs back and bounces himself off the ring ropes on the opposite side. They give him a slight burst of speed as he accelerates towards the Rhapsitastic One. His foot is lunged into the air in front of him once again as his boot smashes Rhaps in the face with a second big boot. At the same time, Tayler is able to get a solid grip on his legs as Rhaps’ inert body is flung from the edge of the ring. The muscles in his arms bunch up as he slams Rhaps bodily into the concrete with a modified power bomb, acting with Demon in an impromptu alliance. Rhaps’ spine slams into the concrete sickeningly as his body slumps lifelessly to the ground. A murmur runs through the audience in reaction at the sight of Rhaps’ destroyed body.

JP: Rhaps is down! I’m positive Demon and Tayler hadn’t planned on double teaming Rhaps but it certainly turned out that way and they may well be the last time we see Rhaps playing an influential part in this match up. This audience is indeed getting ready for the battle of the behemoths as these two huge men will duke it out between them to see who’s going to win.

Ray: That may be very well but never count Rhapsy out of any match, even after taking a spill like that. He has an amazing opportunity now to try and recover from that shot whilst Demon and TNT tear into each other before he can capitalise and get the three-count. And Neither Demon or TNT can stand up properly so I don’t think the match will last too much longer now. Besides, Dicky and I still think Rhaps is sexy enough to come out as the overall winner.

JP: Could you please not refer to that kitten as Dicky. It’s giving me disturbing mental images that I don’t really want to be having right now.

Tayler looks at Rhaps one last time before turning around and scrambling back into the ring. As he stands up to his full height, he sees Demon cowed on one knee and hugging his arm to his chest. The pain continues to burn in his hand from where Rhaps burnt it with the blowtorch and Tayler lets out a single shrill laugh at finding that he is the one with the current advantage in the match up. He walks over to Demon cockily before grabbing his opponent by the head. Abruptly, Demon moves in a blur as he plunges a concealed knife into TNT’s right shoulder. Tayler backs away from him, his footfalls sounding dully as his face turns deathly white as he stares wide eyed at the knife grotesquely sticking out from his skin. Demon begins laughing sadistically at having fooled his opponent as to what he was doing whilst blood seeps through the fresh wound. Tayler’s hands begin shaking visibly as he grips the knife currently protruding from his body. He sloppily tries to rip the blade free but his hand slips on the crimson spots of blood spilling out onto the handle of the knife. He tries again, earning nothing more than a surge of pain as the knife is moved from his hand sliding off the handle again. Demon laughs at his efforts before stepping in towards him. His fist shoots towards TNT, blasting the already blood drenched knife deeper into his body, earning another spasm of agony. Tayler is overcome from it and he drops to one knee from the effort of trying to alleviate his torture. The Demonic One kicks a foot out in front of him, blasting Tayler in the face in very much the same way as he struck Rhaps mere moments prior.

The Master of the Abyss drops over the fallen form of his opponent, a look of childish glee being hidden by the twisted form of the mask as he takes a firm hold of the knife. In one smooth movement, Demon jerks his hands upwards as the knife is torn free from Tayler’s broken body. A thin peal of blood trickles gently from the now exposed wound as the Demonic One hooks the leg and tries for a pinfall attempt. The in ring official drops to his knees next to them, getting a good view of his shoulders. His hand slaps the canvas once as the crowd chants along with him. Tayler has still yet to move while Demon arrogantly presses more of his weight across his body as the word ‘two’ reverberates around the arena. The referee’s hand seems to remain frozen in the air for a few seconds before it falls to the canvas dramatically. Mere centimetres from making contact with the canvas, Tayler’s voice rises as he gives a shriek of denial to the Master of the Abyss. His shoulder rises off the mat by mere inches but it is enough to break contact and interrupt the referee’s count before he had a chance to count the all important three. An agonising sigh is heard by various members of the crowd as the in ring official throws two fingers up into the air, indicating that it was a two count only. Demon looks on in horror, the victory snatched away from him in the dying seconds. He stands up and begins stomping the mat angrily; unsure as to how to sap the will and resolve of either man to a sufficient enough extent in order to gain the previous three-count.

Something suddenly comes over Demon as a flash of annoyance runs through him, his face underneath the mask twisting into a mire of hate. He rounds on the referee and begins shouting at him, his vast bulk proving to be an intimidating sight for the zebra shirted man. The referee backs up slightly as Demon continues to stare down at him intently as he shrieks his fury into the poor man’s face. Behind him, Tayler begins to move as the blood continues to trickle from the knife wound but the vast extent of his bleeding having slowed down. He shakes his head groggily in a vain attempt to clear the ever increasing collection of cobwebs. His vision remains somewhat blurred as he looks at his surroundings, finally seeing Demon’s attempts at intimidating the in ring official. He heads over to him, the fans attention now affixed on him as they await to see what he will do. Tayler keeps his centre of gravity low as he stalks the Master of the Abyss from behind. Abruptly, he moves forwards and hooks the big man’s legs. In a very short second, Demon is taken by surprise as his body is quickly flipped into a roll up pin whilst Demon does his best to press the entirety of his weight against him to prevent yet another kick out. The referee breathes a mental sigh of relief as he drops to the canvas one last time to count the pinfall attempt. The crowd chants along as the count gets higher before an angered Demon thrashes his legs wildly before the referee has a chance to finish counting to three.

JP: That was a close one right there. Demon was very much in control and nearly took the win but TNT came out of nowhere and we had the second near pinfall in quick succession. The pace of this match certainly has livened up and it’s having its ups and downs. God, this is why I love EVPW.

Ray: You love EVPW for that? Oh dear Jimmy, you should live one day in my life and all of this would become ten times more entertaining. There’s plenty more reasons to like this place Jimmy. The atmosphere, the people, the fans. It’s a whole plethora of things that makes this world the best one to be in.

JP: I’m impressed. You actually gave valid reasons for liking this industry without resorting to saying you enjoyed it for the sight of men grappling with each other. But you are right Ray, the fans and the whole atmosphere makes this the greatest federation. Where else are you going to see such brutal hardcore action, performed by the most dedicated people?

Ray: Right here, but you didn’t let me finish. The bit I love most about EVPW is the really tight wrestling shorts so you can see their mini-me’s. It’s awesome!

As Ray claps happily, JP holds his head in his hands despairingly. In the ring, Demon and TNT stand up and look at one another whilst Demon still has a look of anger and hatred about him. Tayler smirks in the face of this and shrugs his shoulders. This earns nothing but a blank stare from the Demonic One as he continues to burn a whole through the back of his opponent’s skull. The fans have fallen to a hush as they sit on the edge of their seats, already realising that there is in fact increasing animosity rising between both superstars. The fatigue is becoming visible on both men as the light bounces off of them and the sweat sticking to their skins shines in bright shimmers. Their shoulders are hunched over and their breathing is more laboured than usual, sheer testament to the amount of effort exerted by all three participants of the triple threat match up. The two leviathans nod at each other before slowly circling on the mat. Thoughts run through their heads as they silently contemplate as to how each of them is going to get the advantage over the other. Abruptly, Demon surges forwards, dispelling all queries inside Tayler’s mind. He does likewise as they meet in the centre of the ring, locking up with one another. It becomes a shoving contest as the two beasts ram their full weights in the hopes of gaining some sort of advantage. Gradually, Demon’s bulk proves to be sufficient to do so as TNT’s feet slide on the canvas underneath.

Tayler immediately recognises that his efforts are all for nought as he quickly thinks up a new strategy. In one smooth movement, Tayler grabs Demon’s arm before spinning his body around the Demonic One’s. Demon’s arm is wrenched in its socket as he pulls his limb into the flat of his back, executing a painful looking half nelson. Tayler’s fans rise to their feet as TNT begins to slowly claw back the advantage in the match as Demon cries out in pain as Tayler continues to torque his arm even further upwards. Demon reaches down deep within himself as he fights against TNT’s iron grip. Desperately, he swings his other arm around, earning a reward for his efforts. Tayler is forced to let go of the half nelson as he half blindly ducks from the attempted counter by Master of the Abyss. As Demon stops spinning and tries to regain his balance, Tayler strikes, his forearm landing crisply across his chest before the crowd emits an accompanying ‘wooooooo’. Demon steps backwards from the knife edge chop, his chest turning red from the sudden assault in any area of his torso that is not yet streaked with blood. Tayler follows up on the chop, taking a firm hold of Demon’s left arm. He flings his weight against the Demonic One, whipping him across the ring, into the far turnbuckle.

Tayler drops his centre of gravity as he smiles gleefully. He bursts into a sudden charge, flinging himself headlong at Demon’s form as it remains perfectly nestled in the corner. At the last second, Demon steps out of way as Tayler can’t do anything to slow himself down in time. His eyes bulge in his face as he leaps into the exposed corner, his shoulder ricocheting into the steel ring post. A sickening snap is heard from inside his shoulder and he lets out a primeval shriek of pain from the sure fire injury on his left shoulder. Unknowingly to Tayler, Rhaps has finally recovered from the spill he took earlier on in the match and he is now climbing atop the turnbuckle from the outside. He still has his head lowered in the same corner that Rhaps is currently ascending. All too late TNT looks up to see the menacing form of the Rhapsitastic One. Rhaps offers a heart wave before grabbing a handful of his hear from his perch and launching himself into the centre of the ring. A huge thud is heard as Tayler’s face is driven into the canvas with extraordinary velocity, his inert body splayed out like a star.

Rhaps doesn’t have any time to enjoy the modified bulldog from the corner as Demon springs upon his prey with a new found hunger. As Rhaps turns around, the Demonic One’s huge hand wraps around his throat before lifting him up like a child into the air. The fans look on in horror as the monstrosity of a man holds the relatively small figure of Rhaps up over his head, a look of wild fire and hate visible in his eyes through the slits in the mask. Rhaps’ own hands futilely try to break the Hellfire Spawn’s iron grip on his throat but to no avail. Demon doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to finish off the manoeuvre as Rhaps’ choking can be heard visibly by any fans in front rows. His feet thrash and kick wildly as the Safety Ranger looks for any way out of his current predicament. All of his efforts prove too little, too late as Demon lets out a single shrill laugh. Abruptly, Demon uses his huge strength to smash his opponent into the canvas. As Rhaps’ body careens into the surface underneath, it gives way under him and a tremendous ripping noise is heard as Rhaps descends as if into the bowels of hell themselves. The fans jump up on their feet at the sight of Rhaps being chokeslammed all the way through the ring as torn wood and splinters lie over the unconscious superstar. Demon cries out in triumph at the sight of Rhaps’ twisted body lying in the ruins of what used to be the floor of the squared circle.

JP: Devil’s Messenger right through the ring! Can you believe it Ray? Rhaps has been sent to hell with that last shot and I think it’s all over now. The only problem that Demon currently faces is whether Tayler will stay down for the subsequent pinfall or if he can somehow pick Rhaps’ broken body out of that wreckage.

Ray: Rhapsy! Nooooo! Demon’s going to do the impossible and I can’t watch. Quick, Jimmy, cover my eyes and make sure my little Dick can’t see it too. It’s the first ever match he’s seen and I can’t bear it if his first one has a potentially upsetting outcome.

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