Demon vs Dakon - Hardcore

[Demon]

*EVPW comes onto the air with many fans still packing themselves into the Solid Core Gymnasium. As the camera circles around through the crowd, they jump up and down like wild animals, trying their hardest to make it onto television. However, the feed from that camera shuts off and it switches to one in front of the announce table where Jimmy Pate and Ray White sit. On the cue from a staff member behind camera, they begin speaking.*

~Ray White~
*Hello and welcome to the eighteenth edition of Wednesday Night Genesis. We have quite the match card for you tonight, and I really can't wait to see all of those hot bodies fill the ring!*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Do you have to be so gay from the start of the show? Well, I have to agree with you though, this card is going to be one of the best ever. We've got a number one contenders match for the United Glory Titles, as the match that is about to begin. A hardcore match between Demon and Dakondemned.*

~Ray White~
*I have to say, I can't wait to see this match get underway. Demon has managed to stay undefeated during his first three weeks here, but I think this will be the first time he will be faced with some true competition. This Dakon guy is no push over.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*You've got that right. Dakon has been impressive ever since he came to EVPW. Hell, he nearly beat the Butcher last week! I can only say, this guy has got a bright future ahead of him in this business.*

*Suddenly, all of the lights in the arena go out. The sound of a small child screaming echoes throughout the arena, sending a chill down the spines of all in attendance. As the scream fades out, the lights come back up and Last Resort by Papa Roach begins to blare through the speakers.*

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!

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?

*Demon steps out from behind the curtains drawing torrents of jeers and boos from the crowd. He is wearing his trademark mask, this time with the legend "The Imperfects" blazoned upon it. He also has on a black shirt and black wrestling pants. Demon pauses just before the entrance ramp and looks out at the crowd. A grin grows from behind his mask and he slowly makes his way down to the ring. Tonight, nobody has their arms stretched out in an attempt to touch him, and he begins laughing quietly to himself. It appears he has finally accomplished what he wanted from the fans, pure hatred. Demon stops at the bottom of the ramp and turns around, looking out at the crowd and drawing in their boos.*

*Lizzie Morna*
*The following is a hardcore match. Introducing first standing 6'7" tall and weighing in at 312 pounds....DEMON!!!*

*Demon begins climbing up the steel steps and immediately steps over the top rope. He stands in the middle of the ring and looks out at the crowd as their boos continue to rain down upon him. He smiles yet again to himself and looks up at the entrance ramp, waiting for his opponent as his own music fades out from the Solid Core Gymnasium.*

-TBC-

[Demon]

OOC: It has been 72 hours so I am going to post a quick match post.

*The two men stand face to face in the center of the ring. The referee tries to separate the two, though he does not appear to be having much luck. The crowd soon begins to grow restless, wanting the match to get underway. Chants of "Start the match!" can be heard echoing throughout the arena. When the referee fails to separate the two men again, he shrugs his shoulders and just signals for the bell.*

Ding! Ding! Ding!

*Before the sound of the bell reverberating even fades out from the arena, Demon and DaKondemned are already engaged in a street fight. They punch, kick, and claw at each other, trying to gain an early advantage over their opponent. Demon's size and strength quickly become apparent as he soon overpowers DaKon and pushes him down to his back. Before he has the chance to get back to his feet, Demon leaps on top of him and begins hammering down rights and lefts. DaKon attempts to cover up his face and upper body, but he appears to be having little success. Instead, Demon's shots come in almost unopposed. The strength of the punches and the sheer number of them quickly wears DaKon out and he lies almost lifeless on the mat. Demon stands up, grinning in a satisfyingly sadistic way. He begins walking away from his opponent and rolls out of the ring. Demon flips up the ring apron which hides a multitude of weapons under it. He searches frantically, trying to find something before DaKon can recover. When he looks up, however, he sees that DaKon is still nearly unconscious in the center of the ring. This seems to calm down Demon and he goes back to searching for a weapon without as much of a hurry.*

~Ray White~
*I wonder what Demon could be searching for under that ring. Whatever it is, it can only mean bad new for DaKondemned.*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*I have to agree with you there. If Demon finds something particularly dangerous, DaKon might be in serious trouble. He may need medical help!*

*Demon finally straightens up on the outside of the ring now holding two items. In his right hand he holds a very familiar weapon. It is the knife that Rhaps uses on so many occasions. In his other hand, he holds a weapon that should never be used on a human being. He holds a blowtorch. The same blowtorch that was hung up in his house. Demon looks into the ring where DaKon is just beginning to stir and an even more sadistic look than before crosses his face. Quickly, Demon slides into the ring. He places the blowtorch in a corner and wields the knife instead. He begins stalking over toward DaKon and lifts the knife up high in the air. However, as Demon brings the knife down, DaKon grabs his arm and twists it, sending it right back at Demon. His eyes widen as he watches the knife come back at him, though he appears to be able to do nothing about it. It sinks into his gut and Demon lets out a bloodcurdling howl. He releases the knife, though it continues to stick out of his skin. Demon looks down at the weapon and pulls it out quickly before discarding it by throwing it out of the ring. DaKon smiles maliciously at Demon and then in one swift motion tucks his head under his arm and drops down to the mat. Demon's head slams off the canvas and he lies motionless in the center of the ring as DaKon stands up looking triumphant.*

~Ray White~
*Did I just see Demon stab himself?*

.:Jimmy Pate:.
*Yes, you did.*

~Ray White~
*Alright, I just wasn't completely sure.*

-TBC-