Imperial Championship: Tom-Cat vs Demon

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

The fans are still revelling in the Dragon's Rage Title match between Amanda and Metal Dragon when the stage is being prepared for the Barbed Wire Cage match. The daunting sight of the giant cage structure being lowered from the roof of The Cow Palace attracts the attention of even the most inebriated of fans around the arena. As the stage hands prepare and fasten the razor sharp cage securely, Lizzie Morna prepares to announce the match at hand.

Lizzie Morna:
Ladies and Gentlemen... The following match is a Barbed Wire Cage match and is for the Imperial Championship. The only way to win the match is by means of escaping the cage.

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She waits, poised to continue talking while waiting for the first of the competitors to arrive into the arena. The crowd begin to get restless, calling out for blood. They can smell it, taste it. With each second that goes by, it is a second closer to the action. Finally, a familiar sound echoes around the arena from the PA system. Morse code begins bleeping loudly out of the speakers and the lights dim down, flashing rapidly between green, red and a blinding white light in time with the morse code. A lightly distorted guitar strums openly over the top of the morse code as Thrice's Image of the Invisible pumps out of the speakers around the arena.

"We're more than carbon and chemicals
We are the image of the invisible
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We are the image of the invisible
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
We are the image of the invisible
So we sing out this, our canticle
We are the image of the invisible"

The music and lights simultaneously stop together for a split second before the chorus explodes in a mixture of sound and a flood of light. When the lights have shone brightly again, there is a single figure standing just inside the entrance curtain. A belt hangs from his shoulder, glinting in the bright light. Thomas Cathy has arrived.

"We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are the named and we are known
We know that we'll never walk alone"

He stands still for a good few seconds, his arms stretched out to his sides in a cross position, before stepping off on his right foot and strutting confidently down to the top of the entrance ramp. As per his usual reception, he recieves a mixture of cheers and boos, his mixed performances of late splitting the fans almost down the middle in support or disapproval of himself. Still, his face remains rocky and unexpressive as he makes his way to the ring.

Lizzie Morna:
Introducing first.
Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Thirty Five Pounds and standing Six Feet, Three Inches tall. He hails from the rough streets of Cardiff, Wales.
The Imperial Champion... Thomas Cathy, the Tom-Cat!

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More of the same type of split reaction is expressed over the announcement of the Welshman's name, as he walks down the ramp. He barely even notices the fans reaching out to slap him on the shoulder as he walks past, definately not interacting with them or acknowledging their presence. His eyes have seen the target, locked in on their prize. He stares up at the impressive structure that is constructed before him. The Barbed Wire Cage. Loose wires hang off like guitar strings from the side of the structure, the walls built solidly. It is a structure built with one purpose only, to cause pain. Cathy nears the structure with every step, the daunting sight humbling him in its presence.

"We're more than static and dial tone
We are the image of the invisible
We're emblematic of the unknown
We are the image of the invisible
So raise the banner, bend back your bows
We are the image of the invisible
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
We are the image of the invisible"

Jimmy Pate:
Thomas Cathy, what can you say about the guy that hasn't been said of late. He has been on an interesting road. Loosing his first ever match afew weeks ago, then turning up intoxicated the following week and unable to compete. But since then, he has turned his attitude around and seems to be putting in some solid efforts again.

Ray White:
If you call loosing to a girl a solid effort, then I suppose he has. Over the last month, he has won one match and lost two. He is slipping JP, maybe all the hype about the man was just that, hype.

Jimmy Pate:
Any man who can beat a man like Gnarfflinger Four Times is not just hype Ray. He has earnt the right to call himself champion. The Cardiff Crusher, the Welshman, the Tom-Cat, the brutal and unrelenting machine. He will not stop tonight until his feet are safely on the concrete once more.

He vows that "this Cat always lands on his feet", but now is the time to put up or shut-up. Now is the time to prove it. There is more than a title on the line tonight, there is pride and dignity. And the ever impressive Demon would love to be the one to take it away.

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The Tom-Cat closes in on the cage, close enough to smell the barbed wire, close enough to touch it, feel the sharp barbs running across his fingers, digging into his flesh. He looks up at the structure with a look of respect, honour and pride. Just the sight alone takes him back to his days in the underground Cage fighting scene, a life he vowed to leave behind. Now, it seems all too real, too close.

Turning away, he heads for the open door, being held open by one stage hand wearing rather thick gloves as to not cut himself on the steel barbs. He hesitates for a moment, stopping in his tracks and bowing his head before entering the cage. Past the point of no return, he hands his title over to the official and stares at his surroundings. Every inch of the outside of the ring is surrounded by razor sharp barbed wire, everywhere he looks is enclosed. There is nowhere to go, nowhere but up and out. Like with Steve McQueen, the great escape is about to begin.

TBC Demon

[Demon]

*The Tom-Cat paces around the ring, wanting Demon to make his entrance so the match can get going and be over all the quicker. However, the minutes tick by, each one seeming like an hour. Finally, all of the lights in the arena go out, sending the building into pitch darkness. The sound of a small child screaming echoes across the PA, sending a chill down the spine of many. When it fades out, the lights come back on and Last Resort by Papa Roach begins to play.*

Cut my life into pieces.
This is my Last Resort!
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding!

This is my Last Resort!

*Demon steps out from behind the curtain, causing all in attendance except for the few Imperfects fans to start booing. He is wearing his usual black wrestling pants and muscle shirt, along with his trademark mask. The Butchertron behind him plays various highlights of his matches in EVPW.*

Cut my life into pieces.
I've reached my Last Resort
Suffocation, no breathing.
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding.
Do you even care if I die pleading?

Would it be wrong would it be right
If I took my life tonight?
Chances are that I might.
Mutilation out of sight,
And I'm contemplating suicide!

*The Demonic One begins walking down the ramp. He mentally shrugs off all the boos directed at him, choosing instead to keep himself completely focused on the task at hand. He stares unblinkingly at the Tom-Cat, who continues to pace around the ring, anxious for the match to get underway.*

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

*This brings a further chorus of boos from all in attendance. They do not like the man making his way to the ring and they really want to let him know it. However, he again shrugs off the boos and continues his way down toward the ring, never breaking his pace for even a second.*

~Ray White~
*Here is our next Imperial Champion! Finally! The Tom-Cat will have that title taken away from him like it should have been done long ago.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I wouldn't be too sure of that. Thomas Cathy is a world class competitor. But I have to think that Demon is at an advantage in such an evil structure.*

*Demon reaches the structure of steel and barbs. He looks up at the top, which is open for somebody to climb out of. He turns his attention back to Thomas Cathy and then looks quickly over at the staff member holding the door. Without another moments hesitation, Demon walks through the door and into the structure. The crowd all hop up to their feet as they now know that the beginning of the match is only moments away.*

-TBC-

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Suprisingly, instead of jumping Demon as soon as he steps into the squared circle, Cathy waits for a moment, letting his opponent get to his feet first. Given the chance, Demon takes the opportunity he had been given, driving his shoulder into the guts of Cathy and driving him backwards into the Barbed wire of the Cage wall. Cathy grimaces in pain, his eyes shooting open as the sharp barbs dig into the soft flesh of his back. Meanwhile, Demon simply stands up, adjusting the mask on his face and walks back over to the champion to batter him further.

Jimmy Pate:
That was very unlike the Welshman, offering a token of foolish politeness. Now look where is has him, all strung up with nowhere to go.

Ray White:
Demon doesn't care if the Tom-Cat is being nice to him or not. He sees an opening and he will take it, no questions asked!

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The ever defiant Tom-Cat swipes out with his foot as Demon gets closer to him, catching the Super-Heavyweight across the cheek with the sode of his boot. The dark green laces sweep across the leather of Demon's mask as the boot connects, staggering the big man and stopping him in his tracks. Cathy grits his teeth and pulls himself off the wall, ignoring the tearing sensation of the barbs pulling flesh off his back. The wounds begin to seep blood, which trickles warmly down the Welshman's body as he rushes towards his opponent again.

Cathy hits him with a running Double Axe Handle, causing Demon to stagger backwards further. His arms swing wildly in an attempt to regain his balance, but Cathy does not let this happen. Instead, he grabs Demon's head and drops him to the ground in a Neckbreaker, the ring shaking with the weight of the two men cashing down upon it. All 312lbs of Demon are layed out flat on the ground as Cathy gets back to his feet to survey his handywork.

Jimmy Pate:
A Three Hundred Pound Neckbreaker dropping the big man in the center of the ring.

Ray White:
And somehow, I don't think that Cathy is done quite yet. Hell, I know I wouldn't be.

Jimmy Pate:
You would go for a guy like Demon? Look, don't even answer that Ray... I already know your mind is a little more than messed up.

Ray White:
What can I say... I like big boys.

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Cathy bounds into the ropes, being careful to avoid the barbed wire of the cage wall and comes running back toward Demon once more. He leaps into the air, splashing onto the body of the challenger and rocking the big man's carcass again. Demon simply rolls over onto his side, the shot having winded him. Suddenly the doors all seem to be open for Cathy to take control of the match, and the Tom-Cat does not need to be asked twice. He applies the pressure, locking in a Sleeper Hold on the neck and head of Demon, managing to wrap his arms around the giant neck of the Super-Heavyweight.

Demon begins to fade quickly, the hopelessness of the situation hitting him almost instantly. No rope breaks, no tapping out, no escape. Cathy could keep appplying the Sleeper Hold until Christmas if he saw fit. Demon's only chance is to summon up the strenght to power out before the oxygen is completely cut off to his brain.

Jimmy Pate:
We are seeing a much more active Thomas Cathy here tonight, taking it to the big man with a more speed based approach than usual. I guess you have to change your gameplan when you are facing a monster like Demon. And a very smart approach to the match too. Locking in the sleeper hold. Demon cannot stop him from escaping if he is passed out...

Ray White:
HE cannot stop him from doing ANYTHING if he is passed out.

Jimmy Pate:
I don't want to know what ANYTHING is in your books Ray.

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Cathy keeps the pressure of the Sleeper Hold on, with the big man desperately trying to find the strength to break out. Inch by inch, second by second, the crowd wait for somethig to happen.

TBC Demon

[Demon]

*Demon continues to struggle against the hold being applied by Thomas Cathy. He begins to fade more than ever, his hand quivering above the mat. The ref begins shouting at Demon, asking him if he is alright. However, he proves to be unresponsive. Instead, the referee resorts to lifting his hand up and letting it go. The first time, Demon's hand flops limply to the mat. The ref lifts it up a second time and yet again it drops straight down to the canvas with no resistance. The ref prepares to do it a third time, ready to call off the match if there is no response yet again. As he lets it go, it begins to fall to the mat, almost appearing to be in slow motion. However, just before it can touch down on the canvas, it stops and begins shaking. Demon's adrenaline has finally kicked in and he seems to be fighting again. His hand still shaking, Demon begins pushing himself up to a knee. Cathy begins applying even more pressure to the hold, hoping to take Demon back down before he can get up to his feet. However, Demon continues to fight and manages to push himself up to his feet. The Tom-Cat has no choice but to release the hold, which he does, rolling quickly out of the way before Demon can get any offense going. Demon swing violently, missing Cathy by mere millimeters. Though he managed to break the hold, it still seems to have done a great amount of damage and Demon can not find the energy to chase down Cathy. Instead, he decides to sit and wait for the Tom-Cat to come to him.*

~Ray White~
*Hmmmm.....I'm not sure who I want to win this match. I mean, I like Demon's bad boy personality, but Thomas Cathy has got that great body!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*You sicken me Ray, you really do. You never focus on the match, all you care about is who you might be able to get to go out with you.*

~Ray White~
*Hey! I do happen to pay attention to the match. Very....close.....attention...*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Oh my God! You're drooling! You need some help, man, you seriously do.*

*Cathy hangs back a bit, not entirely sure of what to do next. His strategy of using his speed worked for a time, but it does not seem to be effective in the long run. Instead, he decides to go with a slightly different strategy. Quick as a flash, the Tom-Cat darts across the ring, catching Demon a bit off guard. Before he can recover, Cathy uses a bit of speed to take Demon down to a knee with a sharp calf kick. Cathy grabs both of Demon's arms and then pulls them back, also shoving his knee into the Demonic One's back. Demon cries out in pain as the Tom-Cat continues to apply the pressure. Almost immediately, however, Demon uses his overpowering size to his advantage. He begins forcing his arms forward, causing pressure to be shifted to Cathy's shoulders and forcing him to relinquish the hold. Demon rolls forward, out of Cathy's range for the moment. Cathy hangs back, not wanting to risk chasing Demon and getting beaten by his strength. The two men stare across the ring at one another, not completely sure what to do next. The crowd begin to grow restless as they want to see some more action. Suddenly, a plan seems to click for Demon and he begins moving forward at a steady pace. The Tom-Cat watches him warily, ready to strike when the moment comes. As Demon nears him, Cathy shoots out his right boot, hoping to catch Demon in the chest. However, Demon catches this and holds him in place. With a powerful tug, Demon pulls Cathy into him, holding him down so they are now belly to belly. Using his strength, Demon lifts the Tom-Cat mightily into the air and slams him down to the ground. Cathy bounces off the canvas and rolls around on the ground in pain as Demon stands up over him.*

~Ray White~
*That's more the Demon that we are used to seeing. Up until that point, he had been getting his ass whooped by Thomas Cathy.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*The Tom-Cat was showing exactly why he is Imperial Champion! He's no pushover, and Demon will have to do a lot before he will have any chance of escaping that cage.*

~Ray White~
*As will Cathy. I know for a fact that Demon won't let him out of that structure completely in tact. Somebody is going to be seriously injured tonight, but I'm not sure who!*

-TBC-

OOC: Sorry it's so short. My later posts will be better, I promise. I just don't have much time at the moment.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Cathy cannot even roll away without his Super-Heavyweight opponent blocking his every move, watching every twich of the Welshman's body with an obsessive lust. Each moment drawing him closer to the smell of blood, the taste of the championship and the sound of the Tom-Cat's screaming filling his head. Demon opens his eyes from his momentary daydream with his eyes filled with fire, reaching down to pick the Tom-Cat up in a double armed Choke. He holds Cathy high into the air, the smaller Welshman's feet dangling helplessly in the air, kicking slowly. He smiles to himself as he hears the champion gasping for air desperately while Demon's thumbs are pressed tightly over his windpipe.

Having berated and tortured Cathy for long enough, he once again uses his power and strength to toss the Welshman aisde, hurling him into the unrelenting Barbed Wire of the cage. Cathy falls to the ground once more, but not before tearing chunks of his flesh out from the razor sharp barbs in the cage itself. More blood seeps from the fresh wounds as Cathy scrambles desperately to escape the manic clutches of the super-heavyweight, Demon.

Jimmy Pate:
Demon is every bit as unrelenting as the Tom-Cat has been so far in this business, the only difference is that Demon is almost One Hundred Pounds heavier than the Welsh champion. He is a true monster of a man.

Ray White:
And scary as hell! I get goosebumps just looking at him, and not just the good kind either.

Jimmy Pate:
One thing is clear. Demon will do everything he can to dominate this match. He will stop at nothing to get that title, even if he has to prise it from the clutches of Cathy's dead body.

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Demon catches the Tom-Cat once more, stopping him dead in his tracks and picking him high above his head. He grunts a low noise as he lifts the Imperial Champion into the air, holding him over his shouolders in a Modified Torture Rack position that causes the Tom-Cat's eyes to shoot open in response to the new-found pain inflicted by Demon. The big man smiles almost peacefully as he jolts his body, driving his shoulder into the small of the Welshman's back as part of the move, before hurling Cathy into the air and letting him drop onto his outstretched knee. Cathy lands gut-first right on the point of Demon's knee with a dull thud and recieves a collective cry of "OOH" from the intently watching crowd.

While Cathy flounders around on the mat like a... flounder, Demon simply stands to his feet again, adjusting his face mask across his snarling face. He smells the blood and the fear of his victim, he can sense the pain of the champion and he likes it. Still reeling from the vicious Gutbuster, Cathy can do little to fight back as he is flung across the ring, into the turnbuckle, shoulder first. He can do little to react when the 300lb plus Demon hurltes after him, splashing him into the turnbuckle with all the force of a 10 tonne Mac-truck. Cathy simply falls to the ground, sitting in the turnbuckle. His chest slowly heaves with every painful breath, while Demon looks to continue his assault.

Ray White:
Poor Thomas Cathy is just being assaulted in there. Demon is tearing him apart!

Jimmy Pate:
And as long as Demon can keep the assault going, Cathy looks to be fading fast. HE cannot give the Champ any excuse to get back into this one, he has to keep him down and keep punching his head in until the Welshman stops moving.

Ray White:
Wow JP, its almost like you are rooting for the guy.

Jimmy Pate:
No, thats your area nancy-boy. All I am doing is offering some situational advice to the superstars and calling an unbiased match. I may not like what Demon does, but you have to damned sure respect his abilities and his strength. I just wonder if he has what it takes to become the champion here tonight.

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Demon comes hurtling at Cathy once more, aiming a big boot directly at the Tom-Cat's skull, but the Welshman topples over sideways before the kick can connect and Demon's foot sails in between the ropes, tangling his pants up in the barbed wire wall. Before he can free himself, Cathy once again manages to scamper away across the ring to safety. Frustration mixed with adrenaline causes Demon to get carried away, and he tears his leg free of the cage, ripping a section of his pants away, just below the knee to expose his flesh. He eyes up the Tom-Cat once more, and rears himself for action before storming across the ring once more like a bull to a Bullfighter. This time Cathy is ready for him and meets him with a dropkick to the knee that chops the Super-heavyweight down to one knee.

Before Demon can gather his knee together enough to stand once more, Cathy was already backing up for another shot, and runs at Demon a second time. This time he aims for Demon's head and connects with a loud 'crack' with a big black Welsh boot to Demon's skull in a devestating Yakuza Kick that topples the big man again. This time Demon covers his head in pain, a sudden migrane affecting his ability to function properly, while his feet kick the ground repeatedly out of a mixture of pain and frustration. The champion had begun to feel the momentum shift, yet he knows that it is going to take an awful lot to keep Demon on the ground long enough to escape the cage.

Ray White:
Goodness me, he almost took Demon's head clean off his shoulders there!

Jimmy Pate:
A vicious Yakuza Kick finds its target cleanly. Demon will be feeling that for weeks I would think.

Ray White:
If these men aren't careful, somebody would really get injured in there. This is not your average match JP.

Jimmy Pate:
Its not even your average cage match. This isn't for the faint of heart Ray. This is Barbed Wire, this is blood, guts and glory. There is everything to gain and everything to loose, so yes... Somebody could really get iunjured, but it would all be worth it to hold that Imperial Championship.

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Out of the kindness of his heart, Cathy decides to help his opponent to his feet, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to heave the big man skywards. Once standing shakily, he spins Demon around so that the big man is facing away from him and wraps his arms firmly around the Super-Heavyweight. With all of his might and strength, Cathy lifts the 312lb Demon into the air in a German Suplex Motion, but he releases him when he is mid-way through the motion. Demon soars into the air for a moment before coming crashing down to the mat once more. The whole ring shakes with the impact of Demon's body landing harshly on it again, but it only serves to rile Cathy up further, who pounces on his downed opponent again.

Cathy grabs Demon by the head and drags him the last few feet towards the wall of the cage. Then, without even a second thought, Cathy forces Demons head into the cage wall and begins to mash it sideways, the sharp barbs tearing into Demon's forehead, cutting it, tearing the flesh and slising open the skin. Demon grunts in pain as Cathy continues to torture the big man, watchign delightedly as the Super-Heavyweight squirms in pain from the face-wash across the Barbed Wire Cagewall.

TBC Demon

[Demon]

*Cathy continues to rub Demon's face against the barbed wire of the cage wall, each second rubbing more and more skin from his face and causing vast amounts of blood to pour out. His mask begins tearing itself apart as the barbs slice through it. The Tom-Cat finally stops his unrelenting attack and allows Demon to fall bloodied to the canvas. His mask has been torn up so much that his face is completely visible from behind it, now a mass of cuts and dried blood. Cathy looks down at the Master of the Abyss with a smirk on his face before raising his arms high into the air in triumph, obviously of the opinion that Demon is all but done. After a few moments of gloating, Cathy begins landing hard, stiff stomps on his fallen opponent. As each shot connects, Demon gives a low, muffled grunt of pain. However, Cathy soon gives up doing this and instead walks over toward Demon's legs. He places his right foot in between the two legs of the Demonic One and then crosses Demon's legs around his own. After a moment of standing, the Tom-Cat drops down to the mat, applying pressure to the legs of Demon so as to wear him out and make it impossible for him to climb out of the cage. As soon as Cathy's back touches the mat, Demon screams out in pain, the pressure in his legs too much for him to bear after having his face rubbed against barbed wire. He begins tapping his arm down almost immediately. However, the referee can do nothing as the only means of winning the match is through escaping the demonic structure that surrounds them. Cathy continues to apply the pressure, knowing that if he can take Demon's legs from him then it will be all the harder for him to escape from the cage. Demon attempts to break the hold, knowing what the Tom-Cat is planning. However, the hold is cinched in too tight for him to break with just the strength of his legs. Instead, the Master of the Abyss begins rocking back and forth. Eventually, he manages to roll onto his stomach. Immediately, the pressure changes over to Cathy's legs, causing him to scream out in pain. He attempts to release the hold, but Demon keeps it locked in, not letting him escape from the pain. However, he finally releases it after a few more excruciating moments. Both men now lie in the center of the ring, their legs throbbing with pain.*

~Ray White~
*That looked like it hurt. I can't even tell who took the most damage from the maneuver! This match is so even, it really is hard to predict a winner.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I have to agree with you there. With Demon's size and strength, he has just dominated matches in the past. However, the will and determination of the Tom-Cat could be enough to beat him.*

~Ray White~
*That and the fact that he's already doing his second match of the night. I have to wonder what condition he is in after that absolutely brutal triple threat match.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Fatigue will be the only real factor coming from having a match earlier in the night. He, Rhaps, and Tayler Nathan Thomas certainly put each other through hell during that match.*

*Both men begin rolling around on the canvas, trying to get the blood flowing through their legs and stand up. Almost at the same time the two reach for the ring ropes and begin pulling themselves up by them. They reach their feet at the same time, and turn around to face each other. They each seem surprised to see the other. Demon blinks blood from his eyes as it continues to pour from the wound he had inflicted on him earlier. Nobody in attendance is sitting. They all stand, screaming, hollering, and jeering for and at the men in the squared circle. However, all of these separate cheers die down and everybody in the arena begin chanting as one, "This is Awesome!", seeming to shake the very foundations with the strength of their yells. After a moment, both Cathy and Demon shoot forward. They lock their arms together, trying to see who can get the best of the struggle. However, the battle is soon won by Demon, who uses his enormous size advantage to push Cathy back into the ropes. Demon uses these to help him propel Cathy forward at the opposite ropes. As the Tom-Cat comes back, Demon rushes forward, throwing out his right arm. Cathy manages to duck under it and bounces off the ropes again. This time as he comes back, Demon attempts grab him so as to suplex him. However, Cathy slides beneath his legs, ending up behind him. Before Demon has the chance to react, Cathy jumps up, grabbing Demon's shoulders, and falls down to the mat. Demon is forced downward and Cathy's knees are driven into his back. Demon gives out a howl of pain and then lies silently on the mat as Cathy pushes him off of himself. Cathy stands up over Demon, panting slightly as exhaustion begins to make his limbs heavy, the adrenaline of mid-battle wearing off. However, he refuses to allow himself to rest much longer, knowing that every second he does not attack is giving Demon all the more energy. Cathy slides down at Demon's head before wrapping his left arm around it and locking his fists together, applying pressure now to Demon's head. Demon gives a muffled cry of pain as Cathy's arms press down on the wounds on his face before making himself fall silent, not giving the Tom-Cat the satisfaction of hearing his pain.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I think that last bit was the most exciting thing I have seen during this match. Thomas Cathy managed to avoid Demon's attack not once but twice, and instead nailed him with a back stabber.*

~Ray White~
*Yea, but using that against such a large opponent can be dangerous. There's a good chance that the Tom-Cat took almost as much damage from that as Demon did, though he won't show it.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*He didn't take anything from it, I watched the entire maneuver. He landed it cleanly and without a hitch. I believe that Cathy will be just fine.*

~Ray White~
*Hey, I watched it too jackass! And I just said there was a chance that he was hurt by the maneuver. Not that he actually was. Jeez, open your ears!*

*Cathy continues to keep the side headlock cinched in, not letting Demon catch a breather. The crowd begin screaming loudly again, and a sudden surge of adrenaline courses through Demon. He grabs a hold of Cathy's arms and begins pushing himself up to his feet. Using the adrenaline to his advantage, Demon begins attempting to force Cathy's arms apart. Within a few moments, his hands break free of each other and Demon manages to force himself under them and out of Cathy's clutches completely. Without stopping, Demon drives his boot into Cathy's gut, causing him to double over in pain. Demon then shoves Cathy's head in between his legs. Everyone in attendance now jumps up to their feet as they know what Demon is about to attempt. With a mighty heave, Demon flips Cathy up so that he is in a sitting position on his shoulders. However, before he can power him back first down to the mat, Cathy begins delivering quick punches to the skull of Demon, causing him to stagger a bit. After a sudden lurch, Demon begins falling with the Tom-Cat still positioned on his shoulders. Almost at the exact same time, the Demonic One's head and Cathy's back crash down to the canvas. Demon lies motionless while Cathy begins rolling around in pain, holding his upper back which made contact with the mat first. Neither man seems to be able to continue, not even with the help of chants from the crowd. Instead of disheartening them, however, the crowd become the loudest they have been yet tonight, willing these two men onward in this match, wanting to see if a new Imperial Champion will be crowned tonight or not. With the help of their cheers, Cathy begins to push himself up to his feet. However, Demon remains unmoving near the center of the ring. The Tom-Cat makes it up to his feet and looks down at his adversary. He knows that he now has to act if he wishes to put Demon away and finally end the match. However, as he begins moving toward Demon, the Master of the Abyss begins to roll around. This causes Cathy to stop dead in his tracks. He watches as the super heavyweight pushes himself up slowly, blood pouring down his face, his destroyed mask still partially on it. Demon fumbles with the straps of his mask before it falls to the ground. The two men stare at each other, respect pouring out from each of them as they both know that their opponent will do whatever it takes to either capture or retain the gold.*

~Ray White~
*How much longer can these two men go on? Each of them have taken so much punishment already, and yet they continue to come back for more!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I must say, I am impressed by Thomas Cathy. I know that a lot of people saw this as an easy win for Demon, what with the huge size advantage, but the Tom-Cat has come out here and proven why he was Imperial Champion in the first place.*

~Ray White~
*Well I have to say that Demon impressed me more. He has taken the greater of the two beatings, he is bleeding profusely, and yet he doesn't want to quit. A normal man would have given up a long time ago, but not Demon. That and the fact that this is his second match of the night have made it seem just incredible.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*You're right. Demon has truly been impressive tonight in both of his matches. I must say I know now why he came into tonight undefeated here in EVPW.*

-TBC-

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

A flow of his own blood flows from Demon's forehead, dripping down the length of his nose before falling poetically to the canvas with a quiet sploshing sound. Drip after drip is drowned out by the zealous crowd around the Cow Palace arena while he eyeballs the champion Thomas Cathy. Each man is waiting for the other to make a move, and they circle slowly around each other like big cats fighting over supremacy of the pack. Cathy's hair is matted to his forehead with sweat, while the twisted and tormented Demon blinks blood out of his own eyes, his whole face exposed to the world for the first time. Neither man is deterred from the task at hand, as both know the costs of letting their guard down, even for a second.

Once again the titans clash in the center of the ring, locking up in a Collar and Elbow tie, rampaging dangerously close to the vicious Barbed Wire walls of the cage. In the battle of pure strength, Demon soon overpowers the smaller Tom-Cat, and lifts him into the air. He slams Cathy to the mat with a brutal Powerbomb, his throat letting out a cry of effort and frustration as he exerts himself to drive the champion almost through the mat. Instead of letting go of Cathy once the Powerbomb is executed, he holds on, using his strength to lift him up again. He slams the dazed Welshman to the canvas a second time with yet another Powerbomb, laying the Welshman out right in the center of the ring. Finally, he stands up, towering over his prey powerfully. With a tormented look on his face, he runs his hands through his long hair, before running them over his face to feel where his mask usually is. He seems distraught at his loss and sets about taking his anger out on the man responsible, the man who lies at his feet battered and broken, the champion.

Ray White:
Jeez! Now I know why Demon wears a mask, talk about the face only a mother could love.

Jimmy Pate:
Does that mean you are taking his number out of your little black book then Ray?

Ray White:
Well, yeah. I like big guys, but I have my limits to wh... Hey, how do you klnow about my little black book JP?

Jimmy Pate:
Well I was joking, but it is disturbing to know you were serious.

Ray, we have a match to call if you don't mind. Last I checked, Demon was not too looking about loosing his mask. What could be going through the head of the big guy right now?

Ray White:
I don't know JP, but whatever it is, I would bet it does not bode well for the Imperial Champion.

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Demon, after gaining his senses back, bends down and lifts the Cardiff Crusher to his feet with all the love and care of a school dentist. When the men are facing Belly-to-Belly, he proceeds to wrap his large arms around the torso of the Welshman and suplexes him to the canvas again, this time hitting a deadly Death's Embrace that lays Cathy right back where he was to start with. The Tom-Cat lies with his legs and arms stretched out like a Starfish. Lazily, the Tom-Cat lifts up a single arm, but cannot find the strength to keep his arm hanging and it droops back to the ground again. Rolling in the momentum that his destructive succession of moves has caused, Demon shakes the ring-ropes with both fists clenched. His head is bowed slightly, letting his hair run over his face to hide himself as he psyches himself up. With the noise from the crowd deafening, and his opponent starting to flinch and move around, Demon wheels around to face the Tom-Cat again.

He has the Imperial Champion lined up directly in his sights, dropping down to his knees in mounting of Cathy as he wraps his huge hands around the Welshman’s throat. Desperately, he begins to choke the life out of Cathy. The almost musical sounds of Cathy gagging for breath delights Demon, who simply tightens his grip further. He watches as his own knuckles turn white from the force he is applying to the choke, taking his eyes off Cathy’s limbs for just a second or two. It is the opening that Cathy needs, and he hikes his feet up high into the air, wrapping them around Demon’s neck in a modified Head-Scissors hold. As he squeezes his knees together around the neck of his assailant, Demons grip on his own throat begins to weaken. It becomes a battle of who can outlast the other, as both men look to choke the other man out in an attempt to incapacitate the other man long enough to escape the cage.

Jimmy Pate:
Thomas Cathy is not done yet. Despite everything Demon has put him through, the defiant Welshman still finds a way to fight himself back into this one.

Ray White:
He can sure take a pounding, and not in the prison sense either. It just goes to show you how much that title means to him. How much it means to Demon, how grown men will do anything to have that gold around their waist.

Jimmy Pate:
And suddenly we seem to be at a turning point in this match. Both of these holds are designed to cut air supply off to the brain, and without that, these two are in a very serious danger of blacking out. If one can cause the other to pass out, then this may be as good as done right here!

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Angered at the Welshman’s ability to fight back, Demon does little to hold his choke on the Tom-Cat’s throat any longer, opting instead to elbow the pesky Middleweight off his own body. He catches Cathy in the side of the head with a strong elbow shot, before using his forearm to Face-Wash Cathy, in a retribution shot for the Cardiff Crusher opening up the deep ribbon-like cuts on Demons own face that ruined his mask. With the Tom-Cat’s Head-Scissors broken aswell, Demon is free to lift the Welshman to his feet again, keeping the pressure on the Tom-Cat with his repeated Elbow and Forearm shots to Cathy’s face and head. When both man are standing, albeit on shaky legs, Demon grabs Thomas Cathy with a vice-like grip by the throat, signalling for his Ending Move.

The crowd rise as one in a mixture of cheering and booing in response to Demon laying his hand on the table. All know what is coming next as he lifts Thomas Cathy high into the air. The 6’7’’ Monster holds the much smaller framed Welshman as high into the air as he can, letting the force of the Choke take its toll as he holds the Stalling Chokeslam. After afew seconds, however, something different happens than his usual destructive end. Cathy shifts his weight around, just enough for Demon to loose his balance and stumble forward. With that, he is forced to lower his hand to regain his balance, giving the Welshman a perfect opportunity to reverse the Hell’s Messenger. He hooks Demon’s head under his arm as he falls back to the ground, and drives the Super-Heavyweight into the ground hard with a DDT reversal. A complete change in the crowd results from the reversal. Those that had been cheering are now booing and Cathy’s Welsh supporters club can be heard loud and proud, with the Red Dragon flags waving triumphantly around the arena. Demon lies bloodies, battered and dazed from the hard DDT, his 312lbs making him fall all the harder. Cathy, on the other hand, is able to quickly scarper to his feet to keep up the onslaught.

Jimmy Pate:
Demon went for Hell’s Messenger, but it looked like the Imperial Champion had that one scouted.

Ray White:
If he drops him hard enough on that face of his, maybe the Tom-Cat might be able to knock it back into place. He could be doing Demon a favour.

Jimmy Pate:
I don’t think Demon will ever be handsome Ray… Somehow, Demon and handsome aren’t two words that slot together nicely. Demented, twisted and destructive, sure, but not handsome.

Ray White:
It just poses the question, what is going to happen from here?

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Cathy looks down at his opponent, who looks like he is on Dream Street. Demon’s eyes are glazed over, closed shut tightly in pain from the destructive DDT reversal. Cathy sizes up his options, looking up at the towering cage walls. He looks at the razor sharp barbs that line the cage. In a ‘now-or-never’ type moment, Cathy heads over to the cage wall, his supporters in the crowd cheering him on. He places one hand on the barbed wire cage, not retracting it when the barb sticks into his palm. He welcomes the pain. A second hand is placed on the cage wall, and he begins to climb. Climbing for freedom, climbing to escape his demented opponent, cliombing for his title. Climbing to the top of the cage. Another foot is placed on the wall, lifting him closer. He dares not look down, but keeps on climbing….

TBC Demon

[Demon]

*Thomas Cathy continues on his way up the cage, trying his hardest not to pause long before each step up. However, the barbs on the cage wall make it difficult to climb fast as they dig into his skin with each movement. Cathy clenches his teeth and perseveres through the pain. He knows the only way for him to win this match is to climb up and out of this structure, leaving his demonic opponent trapped inside. Before he can lift his foot and take another step up the cage wall, something takes hold of his ankle and holds him in place. The Tom-Cat chances a glance downward and notices that Demon has managed to recover from the earlier blows. He has gotten to his feet and worked his way over to the cage wall without Cathy noticing, as he was completely focused on the draining climb up. Cathy closes his eyes and the sighs. He knows that Demon will not relinquish his grip easily, and that his time on the wall of the cage is now limited. Instead of allowing his opponent yank him down to the mat, however, he begins formulating a plan quickly inside his mind. He bows his head ever so slightly, nodding to himself and attempting to psych himself up so he can act out his plan. Without another moment of hesitation, the Welshman releases his grip on the cage wall and twists his body around as he falls to the canvas, causing Demon's enormous frame to be turned around. As he falls, Cathy manages to grab a hold of Demon's neck and wraps his arm around it, forcing the big man down with him. Demon's face collides with the mat yet again, sending a wave of pain up his spine and into his brain. All of his muscles scream out in agony and he lies motionless. However, Thomas Cathy does not seem to have faired much better, his being the greater of the falls, and he also lies completely unmoving beside his downed opponent. The crowd begin cheering wildly. It is clear that they are excited that Cathy managed to hit such an exciting maneuver, and now they want some more action from the two in the ring. Slowly, Cathy begins rolling around on the mat, holding the small of his back in pain from the large fall he just experienced. However, he is not about to quit just because of a fall and let down all of his fans. They wave their Red Dragon flags proudly as they see that their favorite truly deserves to be a champion. Thomas Cathy looks over at the ring ropes and immediately begins rolling over toward them. As he reaches them, he uses the ropes as a way to pull his dead weight up. His arms scream in protest as they are forced to lift his 235 lbs up off the ground without any other help. However, they manage to pull him up and he stands on his feet, leaning a little on the ropes, and looks over at Demon, who is still unmoving in the center of the ring. The crowd continue to cheer loudly in the background as Cathy begins making his way over to the Master of the Abyss. As he bends over to attempt to lift the big man back up to his feet, however, Demon's hand shoots out and grabs Cathy by the throat.*

~Ray White~
*Wow....I think that is the only word that can truly describe how impressive this match has been. Both of these men deserve to be champion in my opinion.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*And it now seems like Demon was playing opossum! If he can manage to connect with another high impact move on Thomas Cathy, that might just spell the end of the fight. However, Demon has been hit with two high impact DDT's within five minutes of each other.*

~Ray White~
*I think Demon's just a bit more resilient than most folk there, JP. Almost anybody would be down and out after all the stuff that Demon has been hit with during this match. The same goes for Thomas Cathy. These two are truly in a class all there own.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I'm impressed Ray, for once you didn't say anything sexual!*

~Ray White~
*Don't give me any ideas honey!*

*Demon continues to keep his grip on Thomas Cathy's throat, now beginning to push himself up to his feet. As he makes it up, he looks down at the much smaller form of the Welshman, his hand still wrapped around his neck, making it hard for Cathy to breathe. Suddenly, Demon forces his muscles into work, lifting Thomas Cathy up by his throat. However, he lacks the strength to hold Cathy up any longer and instead powers him back down to the mat mightily. The force of the vicious chokeslam seems to be enough to shatter a spine as Cathy flops around on the canvas, scrabbling at his back, trying to relieve some of the pain he is experiencing by any means he can. Demon looks down at his opponent and begins laughing maniacally. The pain of his opponent makes him ecstatic and fills him with a sick glee. He does not make his opponent or the crowd wait much longer as he almost immediately begins walking over to the Tom-Cat, looking to inflict yet more pain. He does not seem to realize that now would be the perfect time to attempt to escape from the cage and win the match. He bends down and lifts the tiny Middleweight up to his feet without little effort. Demon forces the Welshman's head under his arm, holding him in the position for a few moments before lifting him up end over end into the air. With adrenaline pumping through his veins, Demon manages to keep his opponent held up in the air, allowing his blood to rush down to his brain. Soon, the Tom-Cat's face is flushed with a reddish hue. Demon decides to finally end the move as his strength is beginning to ebb away. Demon drops down to the mat, driving the back of Cathy's head directly into the mat. As Demon releases him, Cathy falls completely onto his back and begins convulsing violently from the impact of the move. Demon pushes himself up to his feet and begins taunting cockily at his opponent, drawing torrents of boos from the crowd. Instead of getting under his skin, however, this seems to fuel his desire to win the match and he begins bouncing around the ring, trying to get Cathy back up to his feet so he can create more violence. Ever so slowly, Cathy begins rolling over to the ropes and begins pulling himself up to his feet. As he gets up, he appears unsteady and staggers the moment he releases his hold upon the ropes. He turns around just in time to receive a sharp kick to gut from Demon. The shot causes him to double over in pain, holding hi chest. Demon grabs a hold of the Welshman and then, using his overpowering strength, flips the man up into the air. Thomas Cathy manages to land on his feet behind Demon. However, the Demonic One does not seem to notice as he begins gloating about his dominance yet again. Cathy spins around, looking at the big man. He realizes that Demon thinks him to be down on the mat and that this might be his chance to capitalize on the mistake and take advantage of the match once more. He takes a few steps back, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to let Demon know that he is not down and out on the ground. Suddenly, Thomas Cathy rushes forward at Demon and leaps into the air just before reaching him. He manages to get his arms up and around Demon's neck and using his forward momentum pushes the big man down and face first into the mat. The Tom-Cat hops up to his feet and roars out in triumph as he has managed to get the momentum back on his side.*

~Ray White~
*This match is starting to make my head hurt! It's so back and forth that I just can't keep up with it. I wish one man would just establish their dominance, climb out of the cage, and claim their prize. Me!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*And you were doing so well too! I honestly though you were going to manage to get to the end of this match without any more sexual innuendos. Anyway, this match wouldn't be half as exciting if it wasn't so back and forth.*

~Ray White~
*I don't know. I think I'd still be pretty excited, if you catch my drift.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Unfortunately, I do understand what you just meant. And now I am scarred for life thanks to you!*

*The Welshman wastes no time and immediately jumps on his opponent, not allowing him to catch his breath at all. He begins pounding in the big man's face with punch after punch. However, Demon does nothing to defend himself and instead allows the blows to land cleanly. This seems to confuse many of the fans in attendance, as well as the Tom-Cat, who stands up and backs away, looking down at his opponent curiously. He appears to be wondering whether his opponent is not fighting back because he is incapacitated, but this theory is soon trashed as maniacal laughing begins issuing from the downed Master of the Abyss. The Tom-Cat rushes back, bouncing off the ropes and coming back at Demon. As he nears the 312 lb man, he jumps up slightly, extending his left leg. As he falls back down to the mat, it comes down across Demon's throat, cutting off the laughter immediately. Cathy looks down upon his opponent with a smug grin on his face and then begins walking over toward the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up it and perches himself up there, looking down at his opponent. Cathy pauses for a moment before shaking his head and jumping off into the air. As he does, he completely levels out his body. His head comes crashing down on Demon's chest, knocking the wind once again from the big man's lungs. The Tom-Cat hops back up to his feet and walks over toward Demon's head. He wraps his arms around it and begins pulling up with all of his might, trying to get the Demonic One up to his feet. After a few moments of struggling, Demon's frame begins to move upward. Thomas Cathy manages to get Demon up on his feet and then attempts to fling him into the ropes. However, his weight proves too much for his exhausted limbs and Demon does not budge an inch. Instead, Demon summons up the last vestiges of his own strength and whips Cathy around at the ropes. The Welshman bounces off, his back coming dangerously close to the barbed wire wall behind him. As he comes back, Demon attempts to grab him and flip him over head. However, Cathy slides under Demon's legs, avoiding the large man's grasp. Demon roars in frustration as he feels he has been cheated out of a victim. He turns around just in time to see a kick aimed at his head fly at him. Demon manages to grab the foot and holds it. Cathy hops around on one foot before managing to kicks his other leg around. Demon does not appear to be ready for this and the Tom-Cat's foot connects squarely with the back of Demon's head, forcing him to relinquish his grip on Cathy's other leg. Thomas Cathy falls to the mat from having no legs under him to keep him up, but jumps back up to his feet immediately. He does not give Demon a chance to recuperate as he closes the small gap between the two of them shortly, running full steam forward with his shoulder lowered. His shoulder drives into Demon's stomach and knocks him off balance. He stumbles backward until he falls into the barbed wire cage, instantaneously becoming entangled in he barbs. Cathy looks over at the man and then runs at him once more. He jumps just before reaching him and kicks out his legs. They connects squarely with Demon's chest and force the barbs to dig further into his skin.*

~Ray White~
*Ouchie! That has got to hurt. I can only imagine what is going to happen to him once he attempts to pull himself free of those barbs.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Maybe you shouldn't think about it too much Ray, you look a little green.*

~Ray White~
*That's because I just pictured the amount of blood that would come out of his back. Oh, I think I'm gonna hurl!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Well then, point it way from me! I don't want your gay barf all over me. That's sick. Now can we get back to the match?*

-TBC-

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Thomas watches as Demon's face screws up in discomfort from the Barbs tearing into his skin, a small smile making its way across his lips. As he stands up again, he grabs a hold of Demon's wrist and yanks him forward, tearing him away from the confinds of the Barbed Wire Wall that had been his prison. Demon howls as he becomes free, a tearing sound the result of chunks of his own flesh being left behind, hanging from the barbs on the wall as he is pulled mercilessly across the ring. The Tom-Cat continues to Irish Whip him across the ring, toward the Wall on the other side, but Demon has other ideas and Clotheslines the Welshman for his troubles, taking him right off his feet with a strong swinging forearm.

Both men fall to the ground, Demon's body too battered to remain standing after the exertion he had been through. He is on all fours, his back torn to shreds from his many encounters with the cage wall. Blood also drips from his face down to the mat, making it difficult for the big man to see through his new mask, a crimson one. In a similar situation, the Tom-Cat's body shows signs of the brutal match so far, with his back, chest and face all bleeding freely. His hands are cut up from his attempt to escape, which was in turn foiled by the Master of the Abyss. Slowly, Demon painfully pushes himself to his feet, wiping the blood soaked hair out of his face before continuing where he left off.

Jimmy Pate:
Just look at the toll that this match has taken on both these men. Neither one will forget this brutal day soon, neither one will forget the pain... Etched in their memories forever.

Ray White:
Thats rather poetic JP, you're not going soft on me are you.

Jimmy Pate:
Lord only knows, I have been around you far too much nancy-boy. But JP is not soft, I just have a way with words.

Ray White:
Sure you do JP, and I am just a little flamboyant.

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Demon looks down at the broken body of his opponent, knowing that what he does next probably be the turning point of the match. All chanting and cheering from the crowd has long since been forgotten and shut out of both of these competitors' minds, the only thing left is winning. With all the effort and strength he has left, the Super-Heavyweight reaches down and strains to pick up the 235lb frame of the Welshman, turning him upside down and placing his head in between his knees. He struggles to lift the Tom-Cat directly straight, the strain clear on his face and takes afew steps forward to gain his balance properly. By now, they are edging dangerously close to the ropes and the lethal side of the cage-wall, but Demon manages to pull up in time to give himself enough room.

The crowd rise, knowing what is coming next. This could be the end for Cathy and just the beginning for the undefeated Demon. Without a second glance, Demon leaps forward and lands knees first, driving Thomas Cathy's head into the waiting mat. The arena erupts into a mixture of cheers and booing as the Welshmans melon is squeezed between his own giant legs and the blood soaked canvas of the ring-mat. Suddenly, the Welsh Red Dragon flags have stopped waving, the whole arena seems to be stuck in time, waiting, just waiting to see if this could be the end. The Welshman is lying on his back, as if in a deep sleep. Demon crosses his arms symbolically across his chest before turning away.

Ray White:
This does not look good for Thomas Cathy, my sexy Welshman could be loosing yet another match!

Jimmy Pate:
You do have a point Ray, that Psychodriver could just be the icing on the cake... Capping off what can only be described as a terrible month for the Tom-Cat. I don't see the Mob Enforcer getting up from this one.

Ray White:
I don't think he would have had to deal with a situation like this in his 'career' in the underground scene. People like Demon, you don't just beat them because tyou want to... He's a brutal, nasty wreckingball of a human. And as ugly as the guy is, thats kinda sexy.

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Satisfied that the Tom-Cat has sung his last song, Demon looks up at the imposing cage wall. The structure responsible for tearing so much of his flesh away, the structure that holds the key to his winning. He shakes his head angrily and reaches two hands out towards it. Slowly, he steps up and begins to climb.

However, he does not get far. He was barely off the ground when much like Cathy's attempted escape, he feels something wrap around his left ankle. He looks down to see the never-say-die Welshman's hand wrapped firmly around his leg, yet the rest of his body seems to still be deep in a sleep. His eyes are shut, his mouth unmoving. Even his chest rises and falls slowly as he breathes deeply. Only his hand has moved, and it is now holding up Demon's progress to get his new title. Angered, he looks down at the Tom-Cat, trying to shake the hand off his foot, but to no avail.

There is only one more solution. With the angered look on his face growing by the second, Demon lets go of the cage wall and hurtles back down to earth, lining Cathy up in a 312lb body slam. In the nick of time, the Tom-Cat raises his knees, driving them into the throat of the Master of the Abyss, who bounces off the point of the Welshman kneecaps and winds up flat on his back next to the Welshman himself. Cathy's eyes shoot open, the pain clear on his face. No longer does he staunchly try to hide his emotions, his pain. Like no other, he has been pushed to the point of breakdown tonight, like no other has Demon pushed him. And Cathy has pushed back the whole way. He uses the ropes to drag himself back to his feet and stands for a second drunkenly trying to find his feet. Using the ropes as a guideline, Cathy shakily makes his way toward the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, each step as painful as the last, each step with purpose, no wasted energy. He looks down from his perch atop the turnbuckle, to Where Demon lies, his hands holding his inflamed throat from the last attempt to put the Tom-Cat away. Cathy knows that this is the time to prove himself.

Ray White:
Well, I guess that is why big men don't do high risk manouveres JP.

Jimmy Pate:
The bigger they are, the harder they fall Ray, and Demon fell hard! Now Cathy looks to finish the job off and god only knows what he has planned from his perch there.

Ray White:
What if Cathy misses too, then we are back at square one!

Jimmy Pate:
I'm just amazed he is still standing. He took a Psychodriver and was able to get up, he may not be One Hundred Percent, but the fact he is standing is a minor miracle.

Ray White:
Not only is he standing, but he's about to fly too.

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Cathy had lines Demon up and with him desperately scraping around in his bag of tricks, the 235lb man leaps from the turnbuckle. He hurtles feet first back towards the mat, slamming both of his boots to the chest of Demon. He stomps on Demon's chest before completing a forward roll to finish the move standing on his feet again. Demon writhes around the mat in pain, his chest burning as much as his throat. After afew seconds, he falls still and silent. Cathy had him in a Sleeper hold. The Tom-Cat keeps the pressure up, driving his free thumb into a pressure point on Demon's neck. Demon instantly starts screaming in pain, yet there is no rope breaks, no escape. He stays under the mercy of the Tom-Cat, who does not look as if he is about to let go of the Asiastic Spike any time soon.

Jimmy Pate:
My god! Black Jesus Ghetto Stomp from the very top of the turnbuckle... And now what, and Asiastic Spike!

Ray White:
Thats one of his finishing moves right JP.

Jimmy Pate:
Fair's fair right. The Tom-Cat follows a brutal Psychodriver up with... This! He could paralyse the big man if he hits the right spot hard enough. And there is no escape for Demon. This could be it right here!

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The Tom-Cat keeps the pressure of the Asiastic Spike up, watching Demon's eyes intently, looking for the moment when he drifts off to unconsciousness. However, Demon is fighting back, his arms waving through the air, vainly searching for a way to break the hold. Difference is, Cathy is no amateur and he holds his death grip as tight as he would a winning lotterey ticket. It would take something miraculous to break the hold, the only question is, What?

TBC Demon

[Demon]

OOC: I'll attempt to get an RP up, though can't be sure if I will. I'm still drained from the posts in my match against Rhaps and TNT.