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Post by Ricky Masters on Nov 7, 2008 23:12:36 GMT -4
The scene opens after a commercial break. The ring in the middle of the screen with hundreds of die-hard EVPW fans. All holding up various signs of their favourite superstar; Or signs of mockery toward wrestlers. It finally pans down to the two classic commentators, Jimmy Pate and Ray White.
Jimmy Pate: Welcome back ladies and Gentlemen. We are only in an hour of our show, and it already seems like we had some main event matches. But I'm sure this next match will just blow you away.
Ray: You can defenately say that again.
Jimmy: I find it quite shocking how you are so open about your sexuality while the rest of this country seems to have a huge problem with homosexuality.
Ray: I'm a huge extrovert Jimmy. I can't help to show thousands of cheering fans my sexual preferences.
Jimmy: Very well..
Finally, as we thought it wouldn't start any sooner, Burn in my Light by Mercy Drive plays for the audience. As if they have practiced this before, the fans boo in a tremendous chorus that seems just as good as the gospel choir. Ricky Masters finally shows his face after pushing himself through the curtain and raising his arms up, spread apart as if holding an enormous rubber ball. He soaks in the reaction from the crowd before throwing his hands down and stepping down the isle.
Lizzie: This match is set for one fall, and is a Tag Team Match! Coming down to the ring at this moment, weighing in tonight at 270 lbs, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, the former T.V. Champion, Riicky Masters!
Ricky eventually makes his way up the steps and through the second and third rope. He takes a second time to pause and pose for the fans, enjoying their over reaction to his presence. A sickening smile stretches over his face as he awaits his tag team partner.
tbc Thomas Cathy
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Post by gnarfflinger on Nov 8, 2008 0:34:20 GMT -4
OOC: Sorry Ricky, but this is late enough starting that I have to get the action rolling fast!
As Ricky Masters waits for his partner to arrive, there is a ruckus coming through the crowd. But instead of another drunken brawl, the crowd is hailing the arrival of the legendary Butcher. Masters turns to see the veteran vaulting the guard rail. Gnarfflinger tries to slide under the bottom rope, but Masters hits a baseball slide dropkick to the ribs of the Butcher. Gnarfflinger's attempt to enter the ring is thwarted, but he quickly grabs the leg of his opponent and pulls him to the floor.
The action is started quickly, as the Butcher can't wait for his opponent to arrive.
But the Butcher's tricks are becoming more well known. Masters was able to anticipate where the ugly troll would come from and met him with the dropkick!
Gnarfflinger hits a right hand to the forehead of Masters, who responds with a left to the jaw. Gnarfflinger takes a step back but kicks Ricky in the gut. He then fires Ricky into the iron post. As Masters staggers back, he is met with a knee to the small of the back. As Masters falls to his knees, the Butcher kicks him in the back of the head and drives the forehead into the post again...
TBC: Anyone in the match.
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Nov 9, 2008 6:54:03 GMT -4
OOC: Sorry bout the late reply, lets get it on! Gnarfflinger continues to have his way with Ricky Masters, pummelling him around the ring, battering him from ring-post to ringpost. Gnarfflinger has come out with a vengance, his ongoing rivalry wit the New Age Champion perhaps pumping him up for tonight's match. The match is off to a messy start, unorthodox, with only half of the scheduled competitors managing to locate the ring so far. It all plays right into the hands of the Manic Butcher and he licks his chops while a satisfying grin spreads across his face. Ricky does his best to fight back, blocking blow after blow from the Butcher. Gnarfflinger lifts him off the ground and drops him face first onto the corner turnbuckle, letting Masters bounce off and fall backwards into the ring once more, shielding his face in pain from the Snake Eyes. Its not pretty fighting, but it is effective, and Gnarfflinger is a master at it. Ray White:
Well, I guess we are off! Gnarfflinger has come out with fire in his belly, not giving Thomas Cathy even enough time to reach the ring before ripping his partner apart. Officially we are underway, but at the moment, this thing is still one on one.
Jimmy Pate:
This is supposed to be scheduled for a tag-match, but at the moment, it looks more like sparring practice for the veteran Butcher.
Ray White:
Ha, and knowing Thomas Cathy's record in tag team matches, he probably isn't even bothering to show up tonight.
Jimmy Pate:
Well, the guy is in a bit of a slump over the last few weeks, after being eliminated in the Lethal Ladder Three-Way match, then a loss to Azumi Sakaguchi last week. Combine that with his "Zero and Two" Tag-team record, and you might just be right Ray... For the first time in your life. [/center] As Ray pumps his chest out proudly at the rare praise uttered towards him by his co-commentry partner, Gnarfflinger paces uncomfortably across the ring, slapping Ricky Masters across the back as he goes to pick the 270 lb frame of the former TV Champion up, before ruthlessly DDTing him back to the mat again in a seemingly pointless game of cat-and-mouse, toying with Master's body and mind and enjoying it all the same. By now, Masters is not in a position to fight back, the somewhat unexpected onslaught catching him unawares. The crowd, behind the quick paced action in the ring cheer as the brash Master's skull is driven into the mat again, but the noise is drowned out by a second wave of cheering that occurs for no apparent reason. The whole arena seems to have suddenly picked up, the air full of excitement, as if a MExican Wave was making its way around the crowd. But no, when attention is drawn to the entrance ramp, it is clear what the rabble is about. Thomas Cathy has finally arrived. He runs down the ramp, belt fastened around his waist, not even bothering for his music to play. When he is close enough, Cathy slides into the ring, making a beeline for the Veteran, his rival. Gnarfflinger eyes him up and licks his lips at his chance to get his hands on the Welshman once more, feeling that this is his best chance of getting one over on the New Age Champion, taking advantage of the recent form slump by the 11-0 street-enforcer. Cathy is quick to drive forwards, and his takes Gnarfflinger down with a Lou Thez Press, mounting him and laying left and right fists ojn the Butcher is quick succession. He does not even bother to take his t-shirt off, or his title belt, which glints in the soft lighting. Instead, he batters the skull of the veteran unti he is dragged away by the ref, who steps in to get order of the match again. Cathy is dragged away to the corner by the ref, who lectures him at length, telling him to take his place on the ring apron and giving him a stern warning. A warning that no doubt Cathy will be sure to completely ignore if the needs arise again. As he is not the legal man, he admits defeat and slips out of the ring to eagerly await a tag from his partner, he calls out Master;s name, his hand streched as far as possible to await the timely tag. Jimmy Pate:
Not a moment too soon. Gnarfflinger looked like he had this thing completely under control, then in came the cavlary. Talk about turning the tables, this has now turned into a Two on One Handicap!
Ray White:
A fat load of good he is going to do from the side of the ring though JP... Ricky Masters has to make the tag, and quick. Else, he might as well be sitting here with us, feeding me grapes. Mmm
Jimmy Pate:
Keep on dreaming Ray, maybe then you might shut the hell up for a second or three. If I am Gnarfflinger right now, that is exactly what I try to avoid. Keepthe fresh man on the side of the ring and keep the battered and broken man under my thumb. He has been around these parts before ans the Butcher knows exactly what he is doing. [/center] TBC Others |
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Post by Ricky Masters on Nov 11, 2008 19:13:30 GMT -4
Cathy leans over the rope with his hand stretched out. The crowd yelling at Ricky and tag in a good wrestler. Masters starts to crawl, his body slightly aching already from previous attacks by Gnarff. Thomas begins stomping the apron, yelling at Ricky to get his ass up. Masters reaches out but was quickly stopped by the Butcher.
Jimmy: Even after all those quick attacks from Cathy, he was still able to get up in time to keep Ricky from tagging in.
Ray: My poor baby...
Gnarfflinger lays out a couple quick stomps before lifting one of the mans legs and dropping it down hard. The knee getting most of the impact to the mat. Ricky rolls around and moans in pain, his hand gripping his knee. Gnarfflinger grabs Master's legs and locks in a figure-four lock. Masters squeals out, gritting his teeth from the pressure on his legs. The crowd at this point didn't know whether to cheer for the Kingdom member, just so he could tag in the champion, or cheer for Gnarfflinger for causing damage to Ricky Masters. Either way, they get to cheer. The fans start going in a frenzy, showing a love for the match but at the same time, wanting Ricky to go ahead and tap. Thomas Cathy eventually springs into action and strike Gnarf in the face with a low drop kick. Gnarf in instinct releases the move as the ref eventually forces Thomas back to his corner.
Ricky eventually rises to his feet, as does Gnarfflinger. The two have a short stare down before they start their attack. The butcher raises his arm for a clothesline, but The Master tricks him out with a perfect dropkick. Gnarfflinger's 280 lb. frame didn't hit the mat without a thunderous shake. Cathy calls out to Ricky for a tag, but was not heard. He calls out again, but still Ricky's ears was not able to catch the signals. Ricky Masters begin laying the almighty stomps in various parts of Gnarfflingers body.
Jimmy: Look at this! Ricky has the perfect time for a tag, and he doesn't even remember his tag team partner!
Ray: Why need to? He's winning!
Jimmy: I wouldn't call that winning Ray.
tbc the others
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Post by gnarfflinger on Nov 11, 2008 23:12:14 GMT -4
As the torrent of stomps from Masters has the Butcher retreating for the ropes, but the Butcher is trying to regain his footing by using the ropes. Masters bounces off the far ropes, and tries to clothesline the Butcher, but Gnarfflinger ducks, pulling down the top rope, spilling Masters to the floor.
Veteran move by the Butcher to take the pressure off.
Just another dirty trick by that old, ugly troll!
Gnarfflinger darts to the far corner, slaps Tom-Cat in the face, enraging the Cardiff Crusher, but as the Butcher retreats, the official forces the young Welshman towards his corner. The Butcher then turns back to Masters, hitting a baseball slide dropkick to the head of Masters, driving his torso into the steel guardrail. The Butcher then pulls Masters back by the tights, hitting the back of his head on the ring apron. With both men on the floor, the Butcher gets the opportunity to use a beer bottle to open a cut on the forehead of Masters away from the view of the Referee.
That monster should be disqualified for that!
The referee didn't see it, and his partner is not there. The Btucher is doing whatever he can to keep this one alive!
The referee soon returns to find the Butcher biting the forehead of his opponent. Gnarfflinger is cautioned by the referee about his illegal move and is ordered to return to the ring, but the Butcher drops Masters chest first across the guard rail and rams his head into the iron post before complying. As Masters crawls towards his corner, the Butcher flies off the top rope, driving an elbow into the small of his back. Gnarfflinger then spears Cathy off the ring apron and out of reach of the advancing Masters. Gnarfflinger then applies a front face lock to move Masters away from the corner. When Cathy tries to get at the Butcher, the Ref again intercedes, allowing the Butcher to land a Heart Punch to the chest of Masters.
He should be suspended for that! The Heart Punch is banned! That move is not only illegal, but very dangerous!
Since When has the Butcher cared for the well being of his opponents? For that matter, when has he ever gave a damn about his own welfare?
Ray continues to protest to no avail as the Butcher follows the heart punch with a blatant choke hold. The referee again returns to chastise the Butcher, who breaks the grip at the count of four. Gnarfflinger then hits a Cleaver slam, and locks in a Meat Grinder in hopes of getting a submission...
TBC: Anyone.
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Nov 12, 2008 7:06:21 GMT -4
With the ref now back focused on the match at hand, Cathy stands on the apron. He is still visibly fuming as the ref slides into position to check Masters for any signs of an impending Tap-Out, but Ricky is fighting defiantly to stay in the match. Stewing for long enough, Cathy slips back inside the ring, grabbing the Butcher with both hands, one by the scruff of his neck and one by the back-hem of his pants, and lifts him into the air, breaking the hold. Before the ref can wheel around to see what is happening, the Welshman had tossed Gnarfflinger towards the ropes, which he slides underneath of and falls out of the ring. The predicament all bodes badly for the Veteran Butcher, as the fuming Welshman steps outside after him. One can clearly see that Cathy cannot wait to get his hands on Gnarfflinger. Jimmy Pate:
Like being released to the wolves, Gnarfflinger has dug himself a deep hole now. Thomas Cathy is fearsome enough at the best of times, but when he is angry, well, Gnarfflinger the Butcher should know first hand how dangerous he can be.
Ray White:
Play with fire and you're bound to get burned right? I can feel the flames a-growing
Jimmy Pate:
And I can feel the temperature rising on the face of Gnarfflinger. [/center] Much like he would be expected to, Cathy makes a beeline straight for Gnarfflinger the Butcher, much to the ref's dismay. He demands that Cathy send the veteran Gnarfflinger back to the ring immediately and begins to count the standing 10 count for the Butcher being outside of the ring. "1..." Cathy picks up Gnarfflinger again, lifting him high above his head with his face straining all the way. The weight of the 280 lb heavyweight being held above his head in a Military Press causes the vein on the side of his neck to jut out dramatically, his entire face turning a shade of red similar to that on the dragon of the Wlesh flag. "2..." Cathy takes three agonising steps forward, edging closer and closer to the security bannister of the Solid Core Gymnasium. The fans in the front row by the looks of it are about to get more than they bargained for. "3..." With no more than a grunt, Cathy launches the heavyweight Butcher into the air, letting him fall in front of where the Welshman is standing. Gnarfflinger lands across the guard-railing, half of his body on the ring-side of the rail and half of his body on the crowd-side of the rail. As he slides to the ground again, he clutches at his potentially broken ribs, his face twisted like an abstract Picasso painting. "4..." Cathy simply stands back and watches as his nemesis slowly slinks to the ground, sizing up just how much damage that Military Press Drop would have caused him. Ray White:
Good god!!
That could have broken a rib, or worse...
Jimmy Pate:
Any number of things a shot like that could have done, the worst of which is give Thomas Cathy back the momentum. The fact that the Butcher's partner still has not bothered to show up tonight is really not playing into the veteran's hands very well at the moment.
Ray White:
Look at his face, even for a man who shows no fear and no pain like Gnarfflinger, that seems to have struck a chord. [/center] The ref continues to call out as Cathy drags Gnarfflinger to his feet once more "5..." "6..." With time running out, the Welshman sees it fair enough that he does not win the match by countout, and decides to send the heavyweight Butcher back towards the ring. He whips him harshly into the side of the ring, with Gnarfflinger landing back first, damaging the other side of the ribs to match the front. Before he can fall to the ground again, Cathy has him wrapped up in his arms, just as the ref is calling out once more. "7..." With that, Gnarfflinger is uncerimoniusly tossed back into the ring ans Cathy once more climbs up on the ring apron, staring down the ref who cooly glares at the Welshman in protest. To confirm his opint, cathy picks up the small piece of rope attached to the turnbuckle to signify he is in his correct position and playing by the rules again. Meanwhile, having had the time to recuperate, Ricky Masters mas managed to find his way back to his feet, and by the time he is aware of what is going on, he finds the battered body of Gnarfflinger lying almost wrapped up as a Christmas Present and ready for the final killing blow. He can hardly believe his eyes, and he drags the injured Butcher back to his feet again, looking to lock him up in a vicious Full Nelson hold. Masters can almost hear the pain filled crys of Gnarfflinger as he succumbs to the hellacious hold, and he rushes to get his arms locked up behind the veteran's neck. Jimmy Pate:
We could be just inches away from the end here. Looks like Ricky Masters is setting the already battered Gnarfflinger the Butcher up for the Full Nelson.
Ray White:
It could be all she wrote, and I think I hear the fat lady warming up! [/center] As Masters goes to lock the hold in completely, Gnarfflinger turns the hold around, locking Masters in a precarious position, bent over at the mercy of the veteran Butcher. Gnarfflinger licks his chops at the chance and almost rips Master's arms out of the sockets as he pulls him up into a Powerbomb position. In doing so, he stumbles back towards the ropes once more, just close enough for the pair to be within reach of Thomas Cathy. The quick thinking Welshman reaches out and slaps his tag-team partner on the back of the shoulder, in full view of the ref. The ref calls the tag, unbeknown to Gnarfflinger, who is busy drilling Ricky Masters into the waiting mat below. With a devestating Powerbomb that virtually turns Masters inside out, Gnarfflinger looks like he has the match made, and is quick to roll Masters up for the pinfall. However, he looks up when the ref does not start counting, only to be met with a stern boot to the head by Cathy, who had once again taken advantage of the situation. The ref declared Cathy as the legal man, just as the Welshman closes in on Gnarfflinger. The Cardiff Crusher wraps the veteran up in an all too familiar Sleeper hold with one arm, while driving an extended thumb into a pressure point on the unsespecting Gnarfflinger's neck. The Asiastic Spike is locked in, and Cathy pushes the thumb further into Gnarfflinger's neck to apply more pressure, every second getting him closer to another win against his veteran rival, his arch-nemesis, the Canadian Butcher... Gnarfflinger. Jimmy Pate:
The Tom-Cat has turned the tables once more. A quick tag, and Gnarfflinger destroys the wrong man, thus leaving the door wide, wide open for the Cardiff Mob-Enforcer to do what he does best, punishing and torturing people.
Ray White:
You don't see many people escape this hold. Cathy's knowledge of pressure points and danger spots on the human body is disturbingly good.
Jimmy Pate:
He would tell you he has had a lot of "practice"... And every second that goes by in that hold does not bode well for Gnarfflinger. Are we going to see the big man tap? [/center] TBC |
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Post by gnarfflinger on Nov 13, 2008 2:32:37 GMT -4
The pain from the nerve hold is almost unbearable. The Butcher wriggles trying to escape the grasp, but to little avail. Eventually the veteran fights fire with fire by striking a pressure point himself--the left testicle!
That's not fair! He can't do that to my Tom-Kitty!
News flash, Ray, he just did!
The referee chastises the Butcher yet again as the angry Welshman curses the low blow.
Look, How about we get him to put that hold on you and see how you get out of it before you bitch at me for what I did!
Tom-Cat plows into the back of the Butcher, knocking him forward, colliding hear to head with the referee. The official goes down like beer at a college party. With the ref incapacitated, the Butcher is trapped as Masters joins in for a double team assault on the Veteran. With Masters holding the Butcher's arms back, Tom-Cat works over the Butcher's ribs. Gnarfflinger responds with a kick to the gut of the Cardiff street thug and then a back kick to the shins of Masters. Free from the restraint, the veteran retreats for the corner. As Tom-Cat moves in, the Butcher meets him with an equalizer--the Frying pan!
The Butcher has his equalizer! The one partner that never lets him down!
NO! What's that monster going to do to my monster going to do to my handsome men now?
The blow from the impact staggers his nemesis, and a second shot deposits him on his backside. The Butcher turns and smashes Masters in the face with the frying pan as well. But with the Btucher's attention on Masters, Tom-Cat lands a chop block on the outnumbered Butcher. With Gnarfflinger on the ground, the two begin stomping away at him. The official regains his composure and pulls Masters away and pushes him to his corner. In the distraction, the Butcher pulls a pair of Brass Knuckles from his tights and belts the Tomcat square on the jaw, and a second shot to the side of the head before discarding the weapon. Gnarfflinger puts his feet on the second rope as he rolls up the young Welshmen for the pin attempt...
TBC: Anyone.
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