Santiago vs Barley

[Dominik Santiago]

{[Lizzie Morna]}-: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Standard rules apply, pinfall, submission, disqualification, count-out etc.

-Lizzie Morna backs up a bit, the mic dropping to her side but not dropping out of her possession. She smiles, and listens to the enthusiastic EVPW crowd who's "THANK YOU FOR THE WRESTLING" chants but a dent in the roofing and make the construction seem mediocre. The pandemonium caused by the cheering crowd quickly comes to an abrupt end when "Payback" by Slayer begins blasting around the arena. The boos and jeers quickly rise, seemingly at an alarming rate and they only grow louder as Dominik Santiago emerges from behind the curtains wearing a white T-Shirt that spells "FCUK FNAS" in bubble letters. Santiago stands at the top of the entrance ramp, a large grin built on a mixture of confidence and arrogance sitting on his face. Dominik rubs his chin and places his middle finger in the air which elicits more heat from the rowdy crowd full of rednecks and communists before plodding down to the ring. -

You need to take a closer look at me
Cause I was born to be the thorn in your side
No matter what you think you're gonna see
You never wanted this barrage of fucking pride
You don't want none of me

{[Lizzie Morna]}-: Introducing first, hailing from Hollywood, California and weighing in at 215 pounds..... DOMINIK SANTIAGO!

You've got a fucking catheter in your brain
Pissing your common sense away
When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight
For my own piece of mind - I'm going to
Tear your fucking eyes out
Rip your fucking flesh off
Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass
Fuck you and your progress
Watch me fucking regress
You were meant to take the fall - now you're nothing
Payback's a bitch motherfucker

{[Ray]}-: And here comes Dominik "Asshole" Santiago. I personally don't like this guy Jimmy Boy but I have to admit I'm really grooving and moovin to his new entrance jam. It's a real fight song.

{[JP]}-: I guess its appropriate because tonight he'll be in the ring with a fighter, Crash Barley. Barley isn't kind to newcomers, hell he ain't kind to no body so Santiago better be prepared!

-Santiago stops his movement at the midpoint of the ramp. He looks around and begins to survey the arena, the arena full of con-Santiago's. The boos only seem to enlighten Santiago more, seemingly like they are igniting a fire in his soul. Dominik continues to grin though, and just like he did before, he disrespects the crowd, this time taking his hand and placing it in front of his face before extending his fingers out as far as possible. Dominik then begins waving hos hand back in fourth signaling to a group of teenagers in the front row "YOU CAN'T SEE ME". The hand drops down and then is used to adjusts Santiago crotch before he picks up the pace and makes his way down to the ring.

When Dominik Santiago reaches his destination, he quickly slides into the ring but does not quickly lift up. Instead Dominik just lays on the canvas and begins bobbing his head to the electric guitars and drum beats that play in his themes background. Dominik suddenly begins gaping his mouth before his tongue hangs out. Dominik swings his exposed tongue from side to side while the fans pray that a fly flies into there and brings him to a terrible death. After a moment, Dom pulls back his tongue, and puts an end to his antics as he rises to his feet. -

You only live to be a parasite
Your life must suck when nothing's going your way
Everything melts away before your eyes
You're just a punk that doesn't have the sense to get away
Get the fuck away

You've got a fucking catheter in your brain
Pissing your common sense away
When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight
For my own piece of mind - I'm going to
Tear your fucking eyes out
Rip your fucking flesh off
Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass
Fuck you and your progress
Watch me fucking regress
You were meant to take the fall - now you're nothing
Payback's a bitch motherfucker

-Santiago backs over to Lizzie and her beauty somehow diverts his attention from the crowd he was hoping to taunt some more. Dominik licks his hand and places it on his hair before rubbing it backwards, freshening up if you will. Santiago then approaches Lizzie while biting his lip, causing her to back into the nearby corner. Santiago smoothly removes the microphone from her soft fingertips. Santiago thanks her for the exchange by grabbing onto her dress. His hand quickly slides down to her thigh and before he can move any further she takes her palm and slaps him in the face. The little sexual harassment comes to a cease at that point as Dominik backs away and Lizzie moves to the next corner. -

{[Dominik]}-: Listen, I've got something really important to say so all you dumb motherfuckers listen up.

I've been roaming around the back, before and after matches and I've heard some ignorant comments.. drawn at me.

Some of those faggots in the back agree for some reason that I am, what, a fake. They claim that I'm a phony.

That I am not hardcore?

Well I'm gonna quote something and old friend of mind said to me once.

"All this aggression, all this rage that I've built up over the past three weeks that I haven't had an opportunity to properly let out..."

You're going to be my personal punching bag tonight."

So get ready Barley, because tonight's match may not be hardcore rules, but by the end of it you'll be bathing in your own toxic blood.

Bathing in it so much that the red cross will want to sponsor my next match...

BITCH!

-Santiago removes the mic from his mouth, the mouth that has put him in a hard place his entire career before slinging it across the ring. He yells "GO Fetch Hore" to Lizzie who seems pissed at him but obliges anyway. Dominik then backs into the ropes and crouches down, stretching his muscles getting ready for his adversary. -

{[Ray]}-: And that is why so many people hate Santiago. His wrestling is phenomenal but his mouth is poddy! If he was mute, he'd have a substantially bigger fanbase, but hey that's my opinion and I know there are other reasons why people despise of him.

JP We'll Barley will get a grand opportunity close that mouth of Santiago tonight and that's a treat we don't often get to see. Santiago getting what's coming to em!

-TBC-

[Crash Barley]

-[Jimmy Pate]-
"Great match up this week."

-[Ray White]-
"I believe this is the first time ever, right? Good match up."

-[Jimmy Pate]-
"But the talk Ray is last week."

-[Ray White]-
"Crash's actions I'm sure have some meaning. He doesn't just go out there and lose like that."

-[Jimmy Page]-
"I'm beginning to think he is losing his mind. Who is this guy? "

-[Ray White]-
"Come on now Jimmy. Its Crash "motherfucking" Barley."

-[Jimmy Page]-
"If you say so Ray."

Take this shit back

The lead guitar follows the screaming voice while hundreds of head uplift out of their seats. The limbs on their upper body lift up not cheering for him, but making unruly gestures tor wards the soon to be seen man. It doesn't take long before the rhythm of the guitar jams through the speakers. Most voices are dimmed under the loud music. The floating heads shiver as the blood inside them boils from the shrieking sound of the masterpiece playing. The lights dim out until reaching a fully blackened stage, as smoke piles up on the small entrance ramp in front of the black curtain. Meanwhile, small little strobe lights begin to ramble making a pattern on the grayish smoke.

This is dedicated to all the motherfuckers
Thats trying to stay hard
When every thing's going soft again

Squinted eyes focus in on the man standing behind the pile of smoke. The dark figure has his arms crossed, head tittled to the ground. The strobe lights all concentrate of Crash, as the smoke piles away slowly. Eventually, everyone now can fully see Crash standing firm, chest up, head tilted. He is wearing a black singlet with two orange lines perfectly parallel down the ribs. Across the front reads in big block letters "Crash." The black boots match perfectly with the singlet, with the same stripped pattern, and the elbow pads as well.

If you think it's too loud
Bitch - get the fuck out
If you wanna slow down
Bitch - get the fuck out
If your ass ain't with me
Get the fuck out...

-[Lizzie Morna]-
"Introducing second. He stands at 5'10 and weighs in at 245 pounds. Welcome from Brooklyn, New York... Crash Barley!"

Crash rubs his white tapped wrist while walking down the ramp. Fans try to reach out and slap him on the back, snap some pictures, or wrestle him to the ground. Crash easily maneuvers to the center of the short ramp dodging the fans slaps and punches. Crash reaches the end of the ramp, and is now safe form the barbarian fans. He raises his arms waiting for appraisal, but not to his surprise he gets nothing but the expected.

-[Ray White]-
"A hardcore genius vs mat god wrestler."

-[Jimmy Page]-
"If that mad any since I would agree. But okay!"

We raise hell bitch
We don't give a fuck
All you pussy motherfuckers shut the fuck up

I knock yo hed back
I let that shit bang
I make your heart jump
Like you was on cocaine

Crash takes a few steps forward reaching the front side of the ring, placing his hands on the apron. He winks at Lizzie, getting in return nothing but rolling eyes. Crash then reaches up and grabs the top rope with his left hand. With that leverage he pulls himself up to the apron. Finally, he climbs in the ring under the top rope. The fans hope from an explanation from last week, but Crash avoids the mic. He walks to his corner, preparing for his match.

Stop actin like a bitch
Why you acting like a bitch
Let a bitch suck a dick
and get the fuck in the pit

TBC
Santiago

[Dominik Santiago]

-The bell sounds off, the two competitors then step into the center and stand face to face, eye to eye, mono-e-mono. The start the match off traditionally, with a collar and elbow tie up where Barley, with the strength and size advantage, gets the upperhand, backing Santiago into the nearby ropes. The official steps in, attempting to make sure that no foul play is incorporated into the bout, and breaks up the tie up. The two re-approach the center of the ring before getting back underway with the collar and elbow tie up. Santiago this time, exploits Barley's slowness by using his quickness and elusiveness, and backs him up into the nearby corner. Just before the referee though comes to break up the hold, Barley once again uses his advantage of size and power and rolls out of the corner, while still in the hold, before turning it over onto Dominik, backing him into the corner.

The referee steps in between, and Barley backs away cleanly, not looking to bend the rules, unlike Santiago, who takes a weasel like cheap shot, smacking Barley across his face with his bare palm. -

{[Ray]}-: Hey! Santiago just smacked Barley right across his face. That takes balls!

{[JP]}-: He claims he's truly hardcore and he's set out to prove it tonight. Though smacking Crash Barley in the face may not be the best career move, it does make a statement.

{[Ray]}-: Yeah, that I'm Dominik Santiago, and I want Crash Barley to beat my ass!

-Santiago stands behind Barley and rests in the corner, smiling and gloating while Barley, whom has his back turned, leans over and holds his face. Crashes anger quickly builds along with Santiago's taunting. Barley lifts his head back up , while Santiago exits the corner and struts behind him.

Santiago, like a true asshole, grabs Barley by his shoulder, digging into his skin with his nails. Peeved Barley though, grabs Santiago's wrist and pulls it off his shoulder before twisting it and rolling under it so he is now in front of and facing Santiago and has the leverage advantage.

Barley then uses his positioning to lift his knee up and drive it into Santiago's lower gut. The knee elicits saliva from Santiago's mouth, and the spit only keeps flying when Barley drives two more knees into Santiago's.

Barley then shoves Santiago backwards while still holding onto his arm and after he backsteps, Barley reals him in hard while extending his free arm out. Santiago, returning like a bass is popped right in the head by the clothesline and as he falls to the canvas, Barley releases his arm.

Barley gets right back on the horse after posing and sinking in the feeling of punishing loud mouth Dominik Santiago. He grips Santiago, with both hands around his neck, before lifting him to a vertical base. Dominik though, once again demonstrates his quickness along with his mastering in the art of clever maneuvering. Dominik successfully slips his head under Barley's chin but only after driving his knee in Barley's waist. Santiago then drops down to his knees while his hands squeeze, tightly around Barley's head in a vice grip.

Santiago's knees come down to the canvas, throwing Barley off guard while crackling about his jaw with the jaw breaker.

Barley staggers a bit while he leans over holding his mouth and testing it for blood. Santiago takes advantage of the situation, as he quickly shoots up back to his feet. Santiago then lifts his leg up and as Barley moves forward, the sole of his foot drives into his gut further coercing him to lean over in agony. The crafty, young, cocky, upstart, Santiago, then grabs Barley by his hair and pulls him towards himself while spreading his legs and ultimately placing Barley's head in between them.

Dominik hooks Barley's arm tight, raising them up and holding them in perfect position.

Dominik takes a moment to taunt Barley, as he drops his tongue down in a sort of KISS fashion before, thrusting down on the canvas with his feet and straining his face, attempting to lift Barley off his feet and into the air.

Crash though, has different ideas, as he powers out of the arm hold while sliding his head from in between Santiago's legs. Barley grabs a hold of Santiago's arm as he lifts up and once twists it while walking under it.

Barley once again pulls Santiago towards him but this time the big man places his head under Santiago's arm before grabbing along his waist with his free arm. Barley then shows off his impressive strength, lifting arrogant Santiago off the canvas and into the air before dropping him over his head while falling to the canvas. Santiago's back causes a 'THUD' to echo throughout the arena as his back region slams onto the canvas with the Northern Lights Suplex. -

"Crash Barley just dropped Santiago backfirst on the canvas with a One Armed Northern Lights! If Barley can do that innovative maneuver with one hand, then Santiago surely can't beat him when he uses two!"

"I am most definitely not one of Santiago's biggest supporters but I can assure you this. Once you get thrown off a 12 foot ladder through 3 tables any other type of attacks feel like pinches."

-Barley doesn't sit down to wait for the count of the referee, as he rolls over while still holding onto Santiago's arm. Barley uses his strength to turn Dom over on to his belly and with his arm placed down on the mat, Barley leaps slightly off the canvas before dropping his knee down on his elbow.

Santiago winces in agony and the facial contortion only continues as Barley drops to one knee and places Santiago's arm over his knee, his hand resting on his shoulder, his face planted in the canvas. Barley presses down hard on Dom's biceps with his free hand and slowly hyper-extends Santiago's arm as far as it can go, punishing him with the arm bar.

The referee in perfect position, gets in Santiago's face and quickly harrasses him, continuously asking him...

"DO YOU GIVE UP"-