Crash vs. Duke (Singles)

[Crash Barley]

-[Jimmy Pate]-
"Everyone welcome back from that long break. Well, he we are... Ray what do you think about this next match up?"

-[Ray White]-
"Well, to be honest I'm pretty excited to see that Crash is back. If every wrestler had the confidence of Crash, they would make names for themselves."

-[Jimmy Pate]-
"Well that is an opinion I should add. If I don't recall, you gave Crash up the road his last week here."

-[Ray White]-
"Of course, on the flip side. His technical wrestling makes me kinda fall out of my chair. And well... the body. No comment."

-[Jimmy Page]-
"You can always look on the bright side Ray. At least he isn't wearing those tight Speedos. He does cover his body, right?"

-[Ray White]-
"If you say so."

-[Jimmy Page]-
"Well, lets get this match underway Ray. This should be an ideal singles match."

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

-[Jimmy Page]-
"Woo, we can barely hear each other right now. But Ray what do you think? The crowd still has that hate for him... Ray? Ray?"

-[Ray White]-
"Ohh sorry, got caught up in the beat of the music."

-[Jimmy Page]-
"Well I be damned, just forget it then."

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 first. 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]-
"These fans really are following me on this. Crash is one ugly... whoa, whoa!"

-[Jimmy Page]-
"Don't finish Ray. Please, I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself tremendously."

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.

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

Crash makes his way to the center of the square circle, approaching Lizzie. He holds his hand out calling for the mic pleasantly, but snatches the mic out of her hand as soon as he reaches it to him. Lizzie steps back into the nearest corner as Crash makes himself back to the center of the ring. He holds the mic to his chin.

-[Crash]-
"I really don't have much to say out here tonight. All I can say is, EVPW roster here I come. The Kingdom has a hold of me now, and I plan on whipping everyones ass that gets in my way. With that being said, lets get this fucking match started pronto bitch!"

Crash throws the mic at Lizzie's feet making her bend over and pick it up. She smirks at him, as he backs into his corner, crossing his arms as usual.

TBC
Duke Taylor

[duketaylor]

It Starts With One Thing...

In The End by Linking Park begins to blast throughout the arena. The familiar tune already has the fans crushing the iced beverages and dropping their hotdogs so that they are free to cup around their mouths and make their growing boos carry and sound louder. The technique either eventually works or the sight of the long, white "DT' initialed limo pulling up on the side of the entrance ramp makes the crowd go all out. Nonetheless, the boos and the jeers are almost at record high and the only seem to increase as Duke Taylor exits the vehicle. The self made billionaire steps onto the entrance ramp, his white cowboy hat firm on his head, and his mouth holding a nice, rare, lit pipe. Cocky Taylor then removes the pipe from his mouth and blows out a heap of smoke before handing it to his designated limo driver and heading down the entrance ramp to the ring. On his way to the ring though, as usual, Taylor pulls out a nice stack of green dollars all with his face on it and tosses it into the crowd of unhappy campers.

^-:Lizzie Morna^-:
Introducing next teaming with Corrin Cobain hailing from Arlington, Texas, standing at 6'6 and weighing in at 290 pounds, Duke Taylor!


I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far

^-:Ray White^-:
Duke Taylor, has been around the lockeroom areas and has been stiring trouble as of late, especially with his tongue. I knot Crash is just ready and waiting to permanently close it.

^-:Jimmy Pate^-:
Thats for sure. And I couldn't blame him, Taylor is always putting people down and insulting them and for that I can't stand the bastard.

^-:Ray White^-:
Just hope they don't beat each other down too bad.

^-:Jimmy Pate^-:
I rather it just be Duke, getting the snot beat out of his selfish ass. And I know these hundreds of fans in here would agree with me.

^-:Ray White^-:
Agreed.

But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Duke, Duke Taylor marches up slowly up the steel steps and waves at the fans while providing them with a phony yet complimentary Duke Taylor smile that doesn't go over with them as they continue to jeer him. Taylor reaches the top and walks along the ring apron, wipes his feet along them before entering the ring through the middle and top rope.

Taylor takes off his jacket and hands that with his "DT" initialed white hat and hands it to a nearby ring attendant. He stares over at Crash Barley who stretches his limbs, loosening them up and getting even more ready for his bout. While Crash continues to loosen up a little, Duke just gives him a salute. Just before he places his hand down he turns the salute into a middle finger that seems to infuriate Barley, riling him up only to have him subdued by the referee.

Taylor continues to mock the referee but all of his taunting and false sense of security is brought to an abrupt end when the bell sounds off and Crash charges at him. Crash takes his arms and wrap them around Taylor's torso before locking his hands and lifting the self centered superstar off his feet and ramming him into the nearby corner. Barley then releases the Duke whom is pressed back first against the turnbuckle padding and then begins to unleash a nasty fist of fury type combination.

The combination of rights and lefts cause Taylor to maneuver his way but unintentionally out of the corner and lean onto the ropes where Barley caps off his flurry by extending his arm out and whopping Taylor straight in the head sending him over the top with the textbook clothesline.

Duke, the self-made billionaire's feet land awkwardly on the concrete floor causing him to stumble and fall over on his backside. The sight of this gets the crowd on their feet and their approval is only helped out by the taunting of Crash Barley who tells Taylor to come get some, extending his hand out and inviting him back into the ring.

TBC

[Crash Barley]

The taunting causes Duke to roll to his feet and charge back diving under the bottom rope, sliding in the ring. Crash, within no time, hustles across the ring. He eventually meets Taylor who is in a kneeling stance, attempting to get to his feet. Still on the run, Crash lifts his right foot smashing the toe into the face of Duke. Duke roles over in the fetal position, covering his face from anymore damage. Crash bounces off the ropes nearest his stride, and wraps his arms around them stopping his momentum. He leans back a bit taking the time to catch his breath. After taking a quick breather, Crash canters over to the figure trying to get up once again. Crash violently grabs Duke by the neck bringing him to his feet. Crash forces Duke to follow him, marching Duke and himself together in unison to the nearest corner of the ring. Once at the mark, Crash steps up on the bottom rope while holding the back of Taylor's head. Barley grabs what hair Duke has, and extends his neck back before slamming it once into the padded turnbuckle. Crash smiles to the crowd, yelling something not understandable. Again, Crash repeats the same maneuver, lifting back on the hair, and forcing the head straight into the ring post. This time Crash lets go of Duke, as he steps off the bottom rope. Taylor, not being smart at all, spins himself and leans up against the corner, squatting a bit to rest on his knees.

-[Ray White]-
"Well, Crash isn't showing signs of letting up. He is barely giving Duke a break, thats the way I like it."

-[Jimmy Pate]-
"Meh! Ray, just don't count Duke out yet. Thats all I really have to say to that statement."

Crash grabs the same rope on both sides of Duke. Widening out his stance for more support, he stares deep inside the squinting eyes of Taylor. Taylor, shakes his head a bit trying to snap out of it. Suddenly, Crash recklessly plows his right elbow into the temple of Taylor. Duke's head pops back, but goes limp again as he falls forward leaning on Crash. Crash lets go of the ropes, and stands there as the tall massive figure of Duke lays languid on Crash. Crash chuckles a bit, using his hands to shoot Duke back into the corner, as if he was a football lineman blocking his giving man. At this point, Crash takes a few steps back mocking the lifeless Duke. He stampers over to the opposite corner keeping his eye on his target. Crash bounces up and down, getting his swagger, waiting for just a little life to pop back into Duke. He steps back holding the rope with both hands. Crash cocks his head looking at the fans on their feet. He bends down a bit, lifting out his hand calling for Duke to come forward. In a two point stance, Crash lashes out as his thighs rattle the mat underneath his feet. His steps cause loud percussing noise, and jolt Duke a bit as he clumsily takes his first few steps into what could be a nightmare. Crash finally levels himself a bit, lifting up his short but thick leg in the air. Duke recognizes it at the last second, and dunks just before the toe swiftly plows through thin air. The stride continues but Crash plants his leg on the turnbuckle, to stop himself from plowing into the corner. Crash takes his time to settle back, giving Duke his opportunity. Taylor slides forward using his right arm to clamp around Crash's leg. He roles on his side, forcing Crash to his back. Taylor uses both arms to pin Crash. The ref slides down on his belly, making sure the shoulders are pinned. He raises his hand counting one, then two. With only a few inches to spare, Crash somehow bust out of the unexpected roll up. The ref lifts his hand in the air signaling a two count as the fans give a negative reply.

-[Jimmy Pate]-
"Whoa a near fall almost sends Crash packing his bags for the night without a win."

-[Ray White]-
"Crash still has a large ego. He would still consider himself the best, and probably think of an excuse to tell everyone next week of how he lost. But I still like his attitude. "

-[Jimmy Pate]-
"You may know nothing about wrestling Ray, but I will hand it to you. You are Captain Obvious of the week!"

Duke hops up, not taking any time to complain to the ref, while Crash still struggles to get to his feet after the unexpected cover. Duke strides over to Crash wrapping him up from behind locking his hands together. Crash tries his best to get his arms in between the locked arms of Taylor, but the grip was way to tight for room of any sort. Taylor bends down a bit, trying to keep a good staggered stance against Crash, while Crash is swinging elbows, kicking legs, and the whole nine yards. Taylor completely dodges everything Crash launched at him, and finally with power, snaps his legs back, hurling Crash overhead. Taylor lets go of the lock, as Crash flies back further than Duke landing on his spine. Crash, bounces off the mat, skidding back. He jerks crazily, almost as if having a mini seizure. Finally, he is able to control his body and roll over on his stomach attempting to push himself up. Meanwhile, Duke stands close by the ropes opposite of Crash. He waits, as if stalking his prey, on Crash to get to his feet. Crash uses the ropes to guide himself upward in a flimsy base. He stumbles a bit as he steps, arching his back from the pain still left in effect. He begins walking tor wards the ropes diagonal of Duke, forcing Duke to move over to the next set of ropes again opposite of Crash. Crash begins to turn around, as Duke leans back using the leverage from the ropes to shoot him out of the starting gates tor wards Crash. Crash starts to wipe the sweat from his for head as the bicep of Duke perfectly catches Crash under the nose lifting his legs off the ground, ending with Crash on his back.

TBC
Duke Taylor

[duketaylor]

Taylor grinds his teeth as he lifts Crash up to his knees. From there he further softens him up with a well placed fist to the face. From the fist, Taylor lifts Barley up to a vertical basis before placing his head under his arm and wrapping his arms around his waist, locking his wrists. Taylor lifts Barley up off his feet and charges and rams him back first in the nearby corner.

The cocky Texan then shoves Crashes head backward, pinning it down before turning over his hand, cocking it back, and snapping it forward, slapping it against his chest. A sadistic grin only begins to grow on Taylor's face as the sound of "SMACK' echoes throughout the arena. The Duke follows the backhand chop up with another series of them that further rip the air away from Barley.

And as Crashes breath is slowly ripped away from his lungs, Taylor's confidence mixes with his arrogance and quickly builds up.

Ray: Taylor is in complete control right now and when he is, the ring is the last place you wanna be.

Jimmy: It's not over yet, this match could easily slip away from his hands.

Taylor grips Crashes arm tightly and pulls his head off of the turnbuckle before dragging him like a cop does the criminal over to the ropes where he leans him on.

Taylor then releases Crash by the head and uses his strength and size difference to pull crash toward hm before sidestepping, whipping him across the ring to the other set of ropes.

While Barley rebounds, Taylor approaches the center and dips his head down allowing Barley the opening he needed and gets, lifting his toe and driving it into the Duke's nose.

As Duke seems to become dizzy, dazed, and confused while both staggering and wobbling around on his feet, Barley lifts his leg up once again and drives the sole of his foot hard into the duke's gut causing him to bend over once again. Barley then quickly advances upon him and snatches him by his hair pulling him toward himself before locking his head in between his arm pits, pressing the forearm tight against his dome. Barley then extends his free arm out and waves it out for taunting purposes before dropping down to his back driving the good Duke head first into the canvas with the deadly DDT.

Crash though, due to fatigue and constant stress on his body from the truly physical match, is unable to pin Duke who rolls over onto his backside and just tips over and rests back first on the canvas. And as the two competitors try to regain their stamina and breaths, the ref steps in between them and raises his hands into the air and yells "1" signaling the beginning of his ten count which he hopes will trigger a drive to win out of the two fallen competitors.

Ray: Barley was unable to capitalize after the DDT and now we find ourselves in a 10 count. First man to his feet may be the may who has his arm raised at the end of the match.

Jimmy: Whether win or lose, I just Crash to completely annihilate Duke Taylor and send his pompous ass to the city morgue!

When the ref reaches the count 7 the two adversaries begin to stir and when he reaches 9 and has 10 on the tip of his tongue, the two reach their feet, Duke getting up slightly before Crash but quick enough to catch him off guard with a snap jab to the jaw. Taylor follows the jab up with a quick knee to the gut that elicits spit from Crashes gaping mouth that soon turns to a gasping one. The Duke brings down his forarm and clubs Barley straight in his spine and looks to be the one who received the adrenaline boost.

Taylor ends his flurry with a stiff kick to the belly that forces Barley to drop to one knee allowing Duke with the opening he wishes to exploit and use to get him to victory. The cocky upstart backpedals and extends his arm out before charging at Barley and forcing the arm forward. Barley though, having it scout beyond his years, drops down and ducks the attack throwing Duke off balanced.

When Taylor turns around Crash smacks him in the head with his arm giving him a clothesline of his own. The Duke quickly gets up but only to be dropped by another clothesline and then some. Barley lifts his knee and drives it into Duke's gut before wrapping his arms around his waist and locking the wrists. Barley then bridges his back while leaning backwards pulling Taylor forward and hauling him over his heady with.

Taylor slowly gets back upto feet while the quick, agile, non-winded Barley awaits him. Crash places his head under Duke arm and clutches him as he did before around his belly before lifting him up once again into the air while bridging his back slamming Taylor back first into the canvas with the Northern Lights that was expertly executed.

Jimmy: Barley is firing on all cylinders now while the Duke is reeling! This one could be over in the next move!

-TBC-