Flag Match: Thomas Cathy vs Duke Taylor

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

The show opens with an explosion of fireworks at the top of the entrance ramp and the booming pop of EVPW fans screaming their lungs out. The Butchertron shows a flyover of the eager crowd piled into the Solid Core Gymnasium, while a loud chant of "EEEEE VEEE PEEE, Dub-ya" makes its way around the arena building strength with every second.

The ring is kitted out for the first match, with a flag waving proudly from a flagpole hanging from each corner. The Butchertron shows a split of both corners, as both the flags of the United States of America and Wales seem to face off against each other, blowing almost poetically in the slight breeze that whispers around the arena. The noise is deafening, and one can barely hear themselves think above it. Jimmy Pate's voice cracks as he yells above the racket.

Jimmy Pate:
Hello and welcome to yet another Wednesday Night Genesis, brought to you from the Solid Core Gymnasium. I am Jimmy Pate, and with me here at ringside is my broadcast partner, but in no other means my partner in any way... Ray White.

Ray White:
Ok, JP I get it, you're not gay... I'll stop asking. I'm going to let that cheap shot slide seeing as it is the beginnig of the night. There is a long, long way to go.

Jimmy Pate:
And what a night we have planned indeed. A hug Triple Threat tag-team ladder match, with a mystery prize for the winners is our main event. But right here and now, what a match to kick the night off!

Ray White:
What a match is right JP. The former Imperial Champion, Thomas Cathy has been on a slippery slope as of late, and it cost him his championship at Killing Grounds in a brutal match against Demon. But tonight, it is country pride on the line...

Jimmy Pate:
And as a true American, I think I speak for all of us when I say... USA, USA. The Tom-Cat sure isn't going to have the home-field advantage tonight, and thats for sure.

The lights are bright, the stage is set, and is that morse code I hear? Lets get this party started.

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Indeed, morse code is bleeping out of the PA system, as the lights seem to flutter about aimlessly. A lightly distorted guitar strums openly as Thrice's Image of the Invisible begins to play. Knowing that the music signifies the entry of the Welshman, the crowd begin to boo loudly and the chanting subsides to accommodate it. The verse plays through, with the lights flashing rapidly, in a strobe-like fashion between red, green and a white light in the colours of the Welsh flag. Eager to see what shape Cathy is in after the Barbed Wire Cage match at Killing Grounds, the crowd await the Welsh hopes to show his face in the arena.

Just moments before the verse hits, the song dies down. The lights black out to follow the song, the cut lasting only a split second. As the chorus hits, the entire arena is flooded with a blinding white light, illuminating everything around in its glow. Standing staunchly tall in the entranceway to the arena is Thomas Cathy. As usual, he does not give anything away emotionly, remaining his stony cold looks as he trudges down to the ring. He does not acknowledge the crowd, or the "USA...USA" chants that now erupt around the Solid Core Gymnasium. His eyes remain trained on one object, and one object alone, the Welsh flag hanging in the corner.

The Tom-Cat is wearing short black wrestling tights, with a large Red Dragon, the symbol taken from the Welsh flag itself wrapping around the rear and left leg of the tights. On the right leg, an intricate design weaves the letters 'TC' in white lettering around what appear to be green vines that wrap around the leg of the tights. He is wearing black boots with dark green laces and matching dark green stitching, and kneepads to match. Slowly, but surely, he closes in on the ring.

Lizzie Morna:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Wednesday Night Genesis... Tonights first match is part of the "Best Foot Forward" Scheme, and is of pre-main event calibre.

The following will be a "Flag Match", where the winner wil be the first person to retrieve his countries flag from the respective corner. Introducing first...

Representing Wales, he stands Six Feet, Three Inches tall and Weights in tonight at Two Hundred and Fourty Pounds. He is the former Imperial Champion and second pick for Wednesday Night Genesis in the recent Draft. The man known as the Tom-Cat... Thomas Cathy!

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Upon hearing his name, Cathy raises one arm, a fist in the air to the loud boos that he is recieving tonight. He seems to remain focussed, despite the swirling controversy and dissapointment of his performances of late. He looks determined, Four losses in a row... It does not seem to be a thought that crosses the Tom-Cat's mind.

Jimmy Pate:
Well, Cathy looks like the business... BUt the question I have, and I'm sure its the question everybody is asking about him at the moment has nothing to do with his recent downhill slope. It has nothing to do with him loosingthe title. The question coming out of Killing Grounds that surrounds the Welshman is this... Whats up with him and Amanda?

Ray White:
Well, its clear that the Tom-Cat cost her the Dragon's Rage title. She had Metal Dragon right where she needed him, and Cathy spoiled it. It doesn't take a scientist to figure out that there is bad feelings there between them.

Jimmy Pate:
Yeah, but Cathy came out with purpose. He said there was "unfinished business" between the two. He went so far as to make it personal for Amanda, bringing up the touchy subject of her deranged former fiance, Hayden HardKore. Cathy said that she had a habit of running from her problems, rather than facing them.

Ray White:
Andthe strangest theng JP. Amanda is not even on WNG. He has a whole roster to pick a fight with, and he chooses somebody that isn't even on his show. The Tom-Cat is unpredictable at the best of times, but I have no idea whats happening with this one!

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Cathy enters the ring, slipping under the top rope seemlessly. He walks over to his corner, looking up at the Welsh flag hanging in the corner. Without even a smile, he raises his right hand and salutes the flag in a very military fashion. Fighting for the pride of his country, Cathy is alone. He is in his realm, and he is ready. Silently and patiently he waits...

TBC Taylor

[duketaylor]

You can start the match, I'll edit it later.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Each man looks up at their respective flag wantingly. When the bell sounds for the start of the match, glances are exchanged toward the respective opponents and for the first time, the match at hand seems to be focussed on. The ever-prepared Tom-Cat siezes the opportunity that the break from action has opened up and climbs up onto his turnbuckle, reaching for his flag early. The Welsh fans in the crowd cheer loudly at the prospect of their countryman picking up a quick victory, but their cheers are drowned out completely by the wave of booing from the supportive American fans that have come to cheer for their own countryman.

Jimmy Pate:
We are underway here, and the Tom-Cat looks to steal one early. This thing could be over before its even started.

Ray White:
A deaf person could hear the support for team USA tonight. Cathy is far from home, and if he is looking for the crowd to support hi, he is sorely mistaken.

Jimmy Pate:
Since when have you known Thomas Cathy to look to the crowd for support? He comes into that ring and does his job, night in and night out, whether the fans like it or not. He is who he is, and tonight, what he is... Is a foreigner.

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JP spits the last sentence out of his mouth as if it was a rotten apple, just as Duke Taylor screens across the ring to intercept Cathy's trick play. He grabs the Tom-Cat by the seat of his pants, lifting him off the turnbuckle and safely away from the flag. As he moves away, Cathy swipes at the flag, but hits only air, while Taylor moves him into a Powerbomb position. He wastes little time in drilling the Welshman into the mat with all his might. Cathy's head bounces violently into the mat as his 240lb frame collides with the mat. Instantly, his hands shoot up to cover the blow, exposing his mid section to Duke Taylor's mercy.

Duke wastes little time in taking full advantage of the situation, drilling the point of his elbow into Cathy's ribcage. Cathy yelps in pain as the elbow hits a soft spot in between two ribs, and is pressured with force in as far as it will go. Duke uses his free hand to gain extra leverage and his face screws up with the effort he is putting into it. Seemingly as a last resort type move, Cathy swings his fott upwards and catches the American in between the shoulder blades. The kick lands with just enough force to knock Taylor off Cathy's body, and the Welshman escapes by scramblingto safety, using the ropes to push himself back to a vertical base.

Ray White:
Cathy got out of there faster than last year's Christmas party JP.

Jimmy Pate:
Indeed he did, and Duke Taylor has had the upper hand for basically the whole opening so far. Cathy's plan for a quick win backfired and he crashed and burnt as a result.

Ray White:
All he needs now is a chance to regroup JP, my sexy Welshman will be back in control before you know it!

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With the battle now raging, both men take little time in surveying the scene before rushing in, charging at each other. The result is that both men take each other down to the ground in a bizzare looking double-tackle, shoulder charge meets knee-lift combination. The fall does not stop the men from pummelling each other, as the Welshman beats Taylor to the quick and mounts him to lay both left and right swinging punches to the head of the American. Instead of defending himself, Taylor fights back with a similar combination of swinging fists, and both men are locked into a battle, beating the holy hell out of the other one. Before long, the unexpected fight back from Taylor takes its toll, and the American rolls Cathy over, reversing the mount.

Finding himself now on the bottom of the pile, Cathy breaks the hold with a well timed thumb to the eyes that sends Taylor back off his guard and in return, recieves a loud boo from the capacity crowd packed into the Solid Core Gymnasium. Duke Taylor reels backward, taking to his knees as his mind is occupied witht the stinging in his eyes, giving Cathy another chance to escape. Cathy once again siezes the opportunity and scurries away, licking his wounds from the last exchange.

Jimmy Pate:
A heated exchange in center ring ends again with no one man gaining the upper hand. It is a tough struggle so far, with the momentum shifting back and forth like a pendulum. This is still anybody's match Ray.

Ray White:
A pendulum, you say? You are getting sleepy JP. Look into my eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.

Jimmy Pate (looking directly at Ray):
What the hell are you on, nancy-boy? Stick to calling the match, you ponsy freak.

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This time, before charging at his opponent blindly, Cathy takes the time to looks around his surroundings. Both flags wave triumphantly from their perches above the ring. The seem to be almost inviting him to grab them, hold them by the pole and wave victory over his American opponent. He doesn't pay attention the the rampant "USA... USA" chant that makes its way around the arena in support for Duke Taylor. After alot of searching, he finds his slamm section of Welsh fiathful fans, and gives them a small salute of appreciation, all without showing any emotion on his face at all. Duke, on the other hand, blinks his eye clean of any obstructions, and looks directly at the Welshman, as if to egg him to come closer. His eye are wild, searching for a fight and the Welshman is more than happy to oblige.

TBC DT