Hell In A Cell Tornado Tag Match

[NVX]

Survivor! Survivor!

The EVPW arena immediately boo as soon as they hear the familiar music. They all recognize it as the XWO's theme song, Ten Thousand Fists by Disturbed. There are still some cheers that can be heard in the crowd, however, they are mostly drowned out by the constant boos. Suddenly, NVX can be seen pushing through the curtain. He makes his way toward the stage. Angel Morgan then follows NVX through the curtain and goes to stand next to NVX. Then, Darnez FC also walks through the curtain to everyone's surprise. It is hard to believe that he would even agree to team up with the XWO much less enter the ring with them. He stands several feet behind them, keeping his distance. NVX looks up at the ring, seeing the cell being held up above of it. He then makes his way down the ramp, with Angel Morgan by his side. Darnez makes his way behind of them.

Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event! It is a hell in a cell six man tornado tag team match scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring, in a combined weight of 604 pounds, NVX, Angel Morgan, and Darnez FC!

One more god damn day,
When I know what I want,
And my want will be considered tonight,
Considered tonight!
Just another day,
When all that I want
Will mark me as a sinner tonight,
I'm a sinner tonight, yeah!

People can no longer cover their eyes,
If this disturbs you then walk away!
You will remember the night
You were struck by the sight of,
Ten thousand fists in the air!

Jimmy Pate: This is quite a team. Obviously, Darnez FC does not like NVX or Angel Morgan and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. However, they all share a common enemy tonight.

Ray White; Wow. Would you look at Darnez's ads. Perfection.

Eventually, NVX reaches the ring. He looks around a little bit before entering it. He sees that almost everyone sitting in the front row are booing them. One man even throws an empty paper soda cup at them. NVX just ignores them, as does Darnez and Angel. NVX and Angel then slides underneath the bottom rope as Darnez slowly walks toward the steel steps.

Jimmy Pate: I can't remember the last time I've seen three people who can draw so much heat. NVX isn't even considered a heel!

Ray White: But he is from ICW. Anybody from ICW is hated here. But let's talk about Darnez's body.

Jimmy Pate: I'd rather not.

Power unrestrained,
Dead on the mark,
Is what we will deliver tonight,
Deliver tonight!
Pleasure fused with pain,
This triumph of the soul
Will make you shiver tonight,
We'll make you shiver tonight, yeah!

Darnez FC goes between the top and middle rope and into the ring. NVX and Angel Morgan are already in it and they both make their way to opposite turnbuckles. Once they are both on them, they raise their arms up in the air and crosses them, forming an X. Darnez FC only watches them, not even going to bother taunt. NVX and Angel then jump off of their turnbuckles. They are now all waiting for the Kingdom. The music stops playing.

TBC by the Kingdom

[Vladimir Strife]

'Migrate' by Mariah Carey kicks in, the crowd cheering for the person behind the curtain for the first time in months. Amanda Hallsworth steps out, donning a pair of black leather pants tight across her curves and a black belly shirt. She throws her arm in the air in a shoutout to the sold out EVPW crowd, who cheer back. The Kingdom was a group hated within the company, but the enemy they knew reigned over the ones they didn't within their minds.

"And their opponents, at a combined weight of 583 lbs, they are 'the dominant force of wrestling'... THE KINGDOM! Introducing first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... she is 'The Girl of Tomorrow', AMANDA HALLSWORTH!!"

Amanda makes her way only a few steps towards the ring, making way for her first partner as she stares down Angel Morgan, NVX, and Darnex FC, determination in her eyes. Her music fades out and the arena grows quiet, a guitar bustling through the PA and breaking the silence. 'Psychosocial' bursts in, Rhaps coming out and looking around the arena, a look of dementia plastered on his face.

"Introducing next, from Canterbury, England, he is the SIC Maniac and one half of the United Glory Champions... RHAPS!!!"

JP: You know, I'm confident that these ICW stars, well, this isn't their first rodeo. They might be new to us, but Rhaps and Amanda have both dealt with this group and if they were in ranks with Rhaps and Amanda, they're definitely not to be taken as lightly as they seem to be around here..
Ray: That's very true. Amanda and Rhaps are two of the greatest athletes I'd say not just in EVPW, but in the world. And that's going to make this interesting. They are no strangers to one another, especially when it comes to Angel Morgan and the past she's had with both Amanda and Rhaps.

The music dies down as Rhaps looks down to the knife, already in his hands and drawn, ready for a battle. He and Amanda look down to the cage and the opponents waiting inside, thinking of the carnage that will be unleashed here tonight.

Ray: JP, I will say this though... the Kingdom has a very distinct advantage.
JP: How so?
Ray: There's one man left... and ICW has NO idea what it is in for... They have no experience with him.

'I know you're trying.... to go home!"

The all too familiar old music kicks in, Strapping Young Lad's 'The New Black'. As the warlike drums pound, the audience jumps to it's feet. He was the most hated man in the industry quite possibly, but tonight he was their hero. The curtain is swiped aside, the man stepping out of the back and throwing his head back, flinging the hair from his face. He raises his left arm high into the air, the other half of the United Glory titles hanging off the end of it. One glove a deep purple, one a dark green, that was the usual. Around his neck, a small chain, a pendant at the bottom, a sword that represented the Sword of Mars.

"And their final partner... hailing from Sighisoara, Romania... he is the other half of the United Glory champions and the 43-0 undefeated 'King' of wrestling... VLADIMIR T. STRIFE!!!!"

The King grins and raises his other fist, a steel chain wrapped around it, the end dangling down. He raises the fist near his face and gives it a kiss, knowing that before the night was over, someone would lay victim to it's wrath. The Kingdom begin making their way down to the ring, Angel, NVX and Darnez sick of waiting as they motion them to 'come on'.

JP: Oh, this is going to be bloody...
Ray: Just the way the fans love it! My Vladdy-Pie is here and these ICW'ers have bitten off more than they can chew, JP!
JP: That could prove a great advantage for this team, however. I mean, yes, it's true that they have never competed with Vladimir before, but he's never competed with them either. Between 3 stars, they only have to adapt to one person, Vladimir will have to adapt to 3, Ray.
Ray: Psht... Vlad doesn't adapt, he fucking destroys, Jimmy.... he fucking destroys..
Jimmy pinches the bridge of his nose and slaps Ray across the back of the head, shaking his head slowly at the stupidity of his previous comment.

[NVX]

Vladimir Strife, Amanda Hallsworth, and Rhaps all slide underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. NVX, Angel Morgan, and Darnez FC all stare at the three Kingdom members with a fierce hatred. Suddenly, the lights go out completely. Smoke appears on the stage and begins to spread down the ramp and toward the ring. Right Now by Korn blasts through the speakers. The entire crowd begins cheering, recognizing the music as Tripp's theme song. Tripp suddenly appears on the stage, wearing a referee shirt.

Lizzie: Please welcome the special guest referee, Tripp!

Tripp makes his way to the ring as Wednesday Night Genesis goes to commercial break.

Ray White: Ladies and gentlemen, Tripp will be the special guest referee in this six man hell in a cell tornado tag team match next! Don't change the channel!

After a long commercial break, Wednesday Night Genesis finally comes back on air. The cell has been lowered and everyone is already prepared for the match to start. The teams are both on their respective sides in the ring. Tripp stands in the middle, prepared to keep the competitors from attacking each other before the match starts. Tripp asks both teams if they are ready. Angel Morgan snaps and yells at Tripp, telling him to just start the match already. Amanda Hallworth is clearly not pleased at her former friend and long time rival yelling at her boyfriend. Amanda manages to maintain her cool and does not charge at Angel Morgan, no matter how much it is killing her. She even manages to everyone's surprise. Amanda looks at Tripp and politely asks him to start the match. Tripp smiles at his beautiful girlfriend and signals for the bell. At the sound of the bell, all hell breaks loose as both teams charge at each other immediately. Tripp dashes backward, almost getting run over. NVX immediately goes for Rhaps, the man who he has a personal vendetta against. This was the man who carved an R onto his chest not too long ago back in ICW: Revolution. As predicted by most of the EVPW fans, Angel Morgan and Amanda Hallsworth both target each other. There is really no need to explain this feud. Angel Morgan and Amanda Hallsworth just cannot seem to get along. Once friends, now bitter enemies. Darnez FC goes right on Vladimir T. Strife. All Darnez FC wants is to be known as the "Streak Ender." Who's streak would be better to end than the one and only, Vladimir Strife?

Jimmy Pate: All hell has broken loose in that cell. No pun intended! Tripp picked the wrong night to be a referee.

Ray White: But he does look good in that tight referee shirt. I love stripes. Look at all those bodies moving around in that ring.

Jimmy Pate: I know, Amanda and Angel are really looking good tonight.

Ray White: Well, someone's a little heterosexual. Aren't you married?

Jimmy Pate just ignores Ray's question, not wanting to answer it for some reason. Taking place inside the steel structure known as a cell, NVX is throwing endless rights and lefts at Rhaps, a man he has absolutely no love for. Rhaps puts his arms in front of his face, barely protecting himself from the vicious assault from the Dark Prince of X-treme. Rhaps is not showing any sign of offense at all. All he does is back away from NVX, apparently trying to avoid NVX. The question is why. Eventually, NVX backs Rhaps to the ropes, not stopping his relentless onslaught. All of the sudden, the Safety Ranger snaps both of his legs down and bends his head down. He grabs both of the Asian Sensation's legs and quickly pushes NVX right over his head. Once Rhaps stands up straight, NVX goes flying over the ropes and out of the ring. His back slams against the cell wall as a jolt of pain rushes down his spine. NVX bounces off the cage wall, pushing him back toward the ring. The lower part of his torso collides against the edge of the ring, inflicting even more pain on the still upside down NVX. NVX instantly falls back down to the floor, landing right below the back of his neck. A sick smile grows on the Safety Ranger's face. It is no surprise that he would enjoy something like this. Rhaps then drops on his back and rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring. He immediately goes after NVX like he is a wounded animal.

Ray White: Oh! Hard landing!

Jimmy Pate: That was a great strategy from Rhaps! He lead NVX right into his trap. Who knows what Rhaps is planning on doing now?

Ray White: Nobody knows. He's too crazy even for my taste.

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Angel Morgan and Amanda Hallsworth begin brawling in the middle of the ring. They both trade incredibly hard blow to each other. Eventually, the Saturday Night Sensation gains the advantage. She continues to throw insanely powerful punches at Amanda Hallsworth. Tripp looks highly concerned for his girlfriend, Amanda. He is tempted to go in and pull Angel Morgan away and comfort Amanda. After several shots to her head, Amanda stumbles back, looking extremely dazed. However, she manages to maintain her balance and she keeps from falling. Angel then rushes backward, toward the ropes. She reaches them and her back slams against it. Angel Morgan bounces right back toward Amanda, looking to clothesline her head off. She extends her arm out to her side, ready to slam Amanda's head with it. However, to Angel Morgan's surprise, Amanda runs back at Angel and ducks underneath her arm. Angel quickly stops herself and turns around to face Amanda, planning on shocking her with her speed. However, Angel Morgan's actions were already predicted by Amanda Hallworth. Amanda forces her leg up and kicks Angel Morgan at her stomach with the tip of her wrestling boot. Angel's back snaps down on contact. Amanda then positions her hands on the sides of Angel Morgan's upper body and forces her head in between Amanda's legs. Amanda raises her arm up and shoves her hair away from her eyes. She then positions her arms under Angel Morgan and pulls her up in the air. Angel's legs are now resting on Amanda's shoulders as she is held up high in the air by Amanda Hallsworth. Angel then brings her arm up and closes her fist. She hammers her arm down, hitting Amanda right above of her forehead. Amanda struggles to keep Angel up in the air as she feels the impact of Angel Morgan's knuckles yet again. Angel then forces herself back, wrapping her legs tightly around Amanda's head. She reaches the canvas and slams the palms of her hands on it. Angel then kicks her legs forward and releases Amanda at the same time, launching her back to the canvas. Amanda's back hits the canvas, shaking the ring a little.

Jimmy Pate: Incredible hurricarana by Angel Morgan. This girl has some amazing ability.

Ray White: Yeah, and to top that, she'll a little bitchy too. I bet we'd get along great.

Jimmy Pate: As if she would actually even talk to someone like you.

Ray White: Well I don't see you talking to her.

Jimmy Pate: I think I'll keep my distance. I hear she can be a little, well, mean.

Ray White: Well, whatever. I'd much rather watch Darnez FC in action. And I can! Look at him and the Kingdom hunk Vladimir Strife get it on.

Jimmy Pate: You make everything sound dirty.

Ray White: It's a blessing. That and my dashing good looks.

Darnez FC is delivering quick, yet strong strikes to Vladimir Strife. Eventually, Darnez backs the great Vlad to the nearest turnbuckle. Darnez FC then bends his knee and forces his leg up, throwing some harsh knee strikes to the undefeated Vladimir Strife. Darnez finally grows tired after countless knee strikes to Vladimir. The former SNK Knockout champion then grabs a handful of Vladimir's hair and drags him away from the corner. Darnez then forces his leg up, kicking Vladimir right at his stomach, forcing Vladimir to bend down. Darnez then holds Vladimir's head with both of his hands and thrusts it underneath Darnez's arm. Darnez firmly tightens Vladimir's head, applying a moderate amount of pressure on him. Darnez then grabs Vladimir by his wrist and flings his arm over Darnez's head. Darnez FC cockily raises his arm up in the air, almost causing a riot among the Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling fans as they expectedly boo him. Hearing the fan's jeers only boosts him. He is even more motivated to end Vladimir's streak just so that the fans would hate him even more, if that is even possible. Darnez then grabs Vladimir's pants, attempting to suplex him. However, Vladimir instinctively wraps his own leg around Darnez's stopping him from pulling in up in the air. A sudden chill runs through Darnez. He realizes now that Vladimir is undefeated for a reason. He cannot just take out precious time just to taunt him. Vladimir then quickly pulls his leg away from Darnez and hoists him up in the air. Vladimir then slowly walks away from the turnbuckle. He is using time to let blood rush toward Darnez's head. Darnez's face turns a darker shade of red. Vladimir then leaps up a couple of inches into the air and falls back, pulling Darnez down with him. Darnez's back crashes onto the canvas, shaking the ring even more than it did from Angel Morgan's hurricarana.

Jimmy Pate: Darnez FC should not have taken all that time to taunt his opponent, especially if that opponent is the undefeated Vladimir Strife. Should have taunted after he wins his match, if he can.

Ray White: Why do people keep saying that Vladimir Strife is undefeated. I'm undefeated too! It's not a big deal.

Jimmy Pate: You never competed in a match. God, you couldn't have been serious.

TBC

[Rhaps]

Rhaps stands over his fallen enemy, NVX squirming with a mixture of desperation and agony as the pain from his unceremonious tumble still courses though his system. The fire raging in his nervous system begins to subside as he fights with his own inhibitions to work himself to a vertical base. Rhaps however has different ideas as he grips his opponent around the neck, a maniacal look on his face. This isn't helped by the fact that Rhaps is wearing vibrant red contact lenses, turning his piercing gaze into a hellish mask of twisted hatred. NVX falls forwards and gives a sigh of effort as he is hefted to his feet by the Safety Ranger. Abruptly, NVX's fist snaps out in front of him crisply. His knuckles thud into Rhaps' shoulders, knocking him back a couple of steps but not threatening to the SIC Monster in the slightest. Suddenly, in the ring, Angel Morgan can be seen standing precariously atop the turnbuckle, he gaze fixed intently on the man who caused her such anguish back in the Last Man Standing match in ICW. She bunches her leg muscles before flinging herself dramatically towards the Rhapsitastic One with a terrific looking Suicide Dive. The Sensation hurtles through the air before smashing into the Safety Ranger with a resounding thud, the momentum shooting him towards the cell wall. His face crashes into the metal, the steel ripping layers of skin from his forehead and leaving faint red scratches behind.

The Safety Ranger clutches his head as the shallow cuts burst into sudden fire from the agony caused by Angel's sudden attack. He continues to dance around rather dramatically whilst NVX reaches under the ring. A sudden bolt of excitement ripples down his spine as his eyes behold the sight of bolt cutters. He snatches the weapon up greedily before staring at it for a moment. An idea forms in his head after a few seconds and he turns his attention to the cell wall, much to the confusion of the fans currently amassed around the ominous structure. Angel follows up on her attack, a stinging slap being heard behind NVX's back as he delivers a crisp slap to Rhaps' cheek. She tries for a second open palm attack against her other bitter rival but Rhaps raises his hand sharply, stopping the assault before she has a chance to deliver it. Meanwhile, NVX begins cutting lengths of wire out of the cell wall, discarding the useless shards to one side. As the Sensation and Beast Unleashed continue to brawl behind him, NVX's intent suddenly becomes clear. He tersely grips the steel before turning it inwards, barbs of steel glinting ominously in the arena lights whilst NVX smiles to himself, relishing the thought of vengeance.

JP: Everyone in this arena knows what NVX has in mind and Rhaps had better take his attention away from Angel Morgan because NVX has turned his attention on delivering retribution. Too late! NVX just took Rhaps to the ground with a tremendous clothesline and I think it’s possibly lights out on any hope Rhaps had of avoiding the inevitable.

Ray: Shh Jimmy. Rhaps is no slouch between the ring ropes and I'm sure my boy will find a way out of it. I mean, he is the reigning United Glory Champion with Vlad and he's been relentless in between those ring ropes. ICW's rampage here tonight won't slow him down any. I'm almost sure of it.

Angel Morgan suddenly becomes aware of NVX's plan and she begins helping her partner lift the seemingly lifeless form of Rhaps to his feet. He mutely responds to their efforts as he is lifted to his feet. Fire burns deep within Rhaps as he pushes the Sensation to the concrete. NVX reacts quickly, hefting the bolt cutters over his head. The impromptu weapon clashes violently with Rhaps' skull, smashing him into the unforgiving surface underneath with a dull thud. The fans grimace at the sight as a thin trickle of blood oozes from his scalp. NVX begins laughing as he heaves the dead weight of the Safety Ranger up again. Rhaps this time has no fight in him as pain screams at him across the entire expanse of his skull. Angel claws her way to her feet and grabs the other side of Rhaps, nodding to her partner enthusiastically. A murmur runs through the audience as NVX and the Sensation pull on either of Rhaps' arms, shooting him towards the trap that has been set up specifically for him. His face slams into the steel barbs, the metal points gouging into his face sickeningly. The Safety Ranger falls to the ground limply; thin red points pocked across his facial features as bright crimson rivulets drips from his skin and begin to pool on the ground in front of him.

As both members of XWO turn around; their eyes bulge in their heads. The form of Darnez FC suddenly rockets over the top rope and lands on top of them, taking all three superstars down to the concrete. Rhaps continues to groan silently after being knocked half way to hell by the joint efforts of NVX and the Saturday Night Sensation. Vladimir Strife and Amanda duck through the ropes, to the outside. The fans stand to their feet in anticipation, the match in their estimation suddenly heating up as all six competitors now stand within striking distance of each other. As Vlad steps forwards, NVX exhibits incredible resilience as he snaps to his feet, his fist blurring in front of him as he rises. Vlad doesn't have a chance to react as NVX's huge right hand blasts the Undefeated Behemoth with a fierce uppercut. Vlad stumbles backwards blindly whilst Amanda abruptly leaps into the air. She lays out flat before kicking her feet out in front of her, nailing a surprised NVX with a sudden dropkick. The momentum of the manoeuvre rockets him backwards before tripping over the form of his fallen partner, Darnez FC. Amanda snaps up to her feet almost instantly, standing face to face with the Saturday Night Sensation. It only takes a few seconds before both divas begin brawling with one another, huge left and rights ripping and tearing into both women as they continue to fight for dominance.

Ray: Its chaos Jimmy. Beautiful and perfect chaos! I don't know whose idea this tornado tag team match was but it’s definitely the highlight of my evening thus far. The only thing spoiling this match is Amanda and Angel. I don't care about women competing in the ring, just as long as I don't have to be there to commentate on the match because it means I have less time to watch my DVD collection. You know it’s really relaxing when I get to watch one of Vlad's older matches and......

JP: Finish that sentence. I dare you. No, you don't feel like saying that joke you had lined up for me and the fans watching this match at home? Well, good because I get sick and tired of having to sit next to you as you hit on the wrestlers without being subjected to sexual innuendos and whatever sick fantasies you've got going on in that noggin of yours.

As Angel and Amanda continue to fight amongst one another, NVX and Darnez FC work their way to a vertical base, rounding on the outnumbered Vladimir Strife. Vlad eyes both competitors almost hungrily before raising his hands slowly and signalling them to attack him. NVX and Darnez turn to look at one another as they begin to mentally agree upon a strategy for which they should execute on the man standing in front of them. They nod once before turning their attention smartly to the Bambi Killer, whose face takes on an even more evil cast. A look of confusion is seen on the two former ICW superstars as Rhaps stands up unknowingly behind them. The Safety Ranger raises the knife he is famed for using so Vlad can see his intentions while NVX and Darnez remain firmly rooted on the spot. Abruptly, a sharp pain is felt by the Master of the Rant and he lets out a blood curdling scream as Rhaps' knife has been plunged into the back of his shoulder. A second primeval scream pierces the still air, the crowd having fallen deafly silent at the sick display, as Rhaps tears the knife free. The Master of the Rant falls to the ground, his arm shaking violently from the sudden shock whilst NVX turns instantly on the spot, hatred and anger coursing through his veins as he looks on the insanity driven face of the Rhapsitastic One.

TBCB

[Darnez FC]

NVX, with a look of hate in his eyes, lunges at the Safety Ranger with his right hand tightened into a fist, swinging his arm in a hooking motion so that his hand can make full contact with Rhaps' head. Rhaps, who is still wielding his trusty knife, attempts to embed it into the swinging arm of the enraged NVX, however, the potential stabbing misses, as NVX's arm is swinging too quickly, and thus Rhaps is caught in the face with an impactive right hand, which just about knocks him to the floor. NVX stands over the Rhaptistic one, who is down on one knee, and looks to continue the "assault" he had began. However, before this can be executed, Mr. Undefeated, Vladimir Strife, hooks his right arm around the Neck of the Xtreme Prince of Darkness. NVX, surprised at the fact that he forgot about Vlad, attempts to struggle his way out of the possible sleeper hold submission move by trying to squirm his arms underneath the arm which has him hooked, however, Vladimir has a tight grip on NVX's neck, and doesn't appear to be letting go any time soon. NVX's face looks to be turning a bright shade of red, showing how very little oxygen Vladimir Strife is allowing him to get with this tight neck hold. The Dark Prince of Xtreme looks to be running out of options, and air, very quickly in this situation. So, he decides that only one move could potentially break this grip which Mr. Undefeated has on him. He raises his right leg outward in front of him, narrowly missing kicking Rhaps right in the face, and precedes to bring the leg backward, which would catch Vlad in the "groin-area" which would probably take the hold, as no man is immune to that sort of maneuver. But, before NVX can swing his leg backward to hit Vlad in the groin, his leg is grabbed by two hands, the hands of someone who he had almost knocked down earlier, this man is Rhaps. As Rhaps grasps the ankle of his boot, NVX's eyes almost bulge right out of his head, the reason for this occurring is probably a combination of Shock and Anger, as NVX despises the Safety Ranger so much, that just being in a vulnerable state when he is around causes Anger within NVX's body. As a result of this pent up rage, NVX swings his other leg outward, trying to kick Rhaps and thus release the grip which Rhaps has on his ankle. Rhaps however, with a one quick motion, releases the glue-like grip he has on his knife and catches NVX's boot in his hand, causing the Xtreme one to be without a foot to stand on. Rhaps gives NVX an insane look, which is repaid by an enraged one by NVX, and squirming by the Former ICW Superstar, however, the squirming does nothing to break the holds which both Vladimir and Rhaps have on him, in fact, it appears as if the squirming has tightened the grips which both men have on NVX. Rhaps and Vladimir both look at each other for a second, and give each other an almost telepathic nod. Rhaps lifts The Prince of Darkness's legs up while The Hardcore King raises the head upward as high as he can whilst still keeping a firm hold on the head and neck itself. NVX is now five or so feet off of the air, and there appears to be no escape for him. After a moment of being suspended in the air, NVX feels his body come crashing down toward the unforgiving concrete below. The impact of which causes NVX to groan out in pain, much to the pleasure of this "Pro EVPW" crowd, and to Rhaps, who appears to be feeding off of the pain which he and Vlad just caused.

Ray White:
"Man, that was some stylin' Tag Team wrestling by Rhaps and Vlad there, which just shows why they are the United Glory Champions"

Jimmy Pate:
"I will admit, that was a good neckbreaker-powerbomb-esque combination, but the fact that the move was set-up by numerous distractions really does frustrate me"

Ray White:
"Does it Sexually Frustrate you?"

Jimmy Pate:
"Of course not you dolt! What was crossing your mind when you said that?!"

Ray White:
"Nothing really, just wanted you to get angry, makes the commentary better to listen to, in a way"

Jimmy Pate:
"Honestly, you're just one giant bag of oddness Ray"

Ray White:
"Thats what HE said!"

Jimmy Pate:
"Oh god..."

Meanwhile, as all this occurs, The Saturday Night Sensation and the Chick with Kick have been brawling all around the ominous cell structure, with neither Woman looking to back down from the brawl in question. As the numerous punches, kicks, slaps and chops are exchanged, both women begin shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, almost like an intimidation factor. Although none of the shouting is actually coherent, it does add that little extra to the match as a whole, showing what every superstar in this match is willing to go through for the win. Amanda begins to speed up her assault on Morgan, not allowing the Sensation to get as many shots in as herself, and thus begins to push her back, making Morgan fight on the defensive. Amanda's blows don't seem to be doing much damage to Morgan seperately, which is apparent by the very little "pain noises" being emitted from Morgan, however, they seem to not be for the purpose of pain, but actually to push Morgan back into the cell, where she would have no room to back up, and subsequently would be open to all kinds of attacks from the Chick with Kick. After a few fleeting moments of Amanda Hallsworth pushing Angel Morgan back with her offense and Morgan not being able to get any more blows in, Morgan is finally pushed back into the cage, and is now vulnerable to any level of striking moves which Amanda has the ability to use. The Saturday Night Sensation quickly realises what has occurred, and attempts to cover up all of her potentially vulnerable spots with her arms. However, with only two arms, this is a seemingly impossible task, and thus, Morgan is exposed to most brawling-style attacks. Amanda uses the opportunity of panic by Morgan to clench her fist tightly into a ball, and then extend it forward, directing it toward Angel's exposed gut-area. The punch itself connects, and winds the Sensation in the process. This causes Angel to bring down her arms to uncover her face and cover-up her body which was just struck. This appears to be what Amanda was hoping for, as she shifts her body so that she is standing slightly side on to Angel, and then, she brings her right leg up with such velocity that you would swear it could knock someones head right off if it connects. However, Angel Morgan manages to protect her face by bringing up one of her forearms to block most of the impact from the blow. Morgan still topples over, yet she doesn't have that "knocked-out" look which she would have had (had) that kick connected with her face. The Chick who just kicked her opponent stands over her in a dominating fashion, as if she has finally toppled her greatest adversary. Amanda doesn't take this time to simply stand over Angel however, as she bends down to grasp at the Sensation's hair and drag her back to her feet. Then, she slides her hands down toward the Sensation's head so that she can roll her opponent back into the ring, where the sheer offense of the Chick with Kick is at its peak.

Jimmy Pate:
"Well, it appears as if Angel Morgan is being dominated by Amanda Hallsworth at this point in the match, as Angel hasn't been able to get much offense in (in) the past minute or so"

Ray White:
"Are you surprised at this JP? Sure, i don't like watching or calling Women's matches, but, one thing i do know is that Amanda Hallsworth is one of the greatest Women in this industry today, and plus, she packs a mean kick"

Jimmy Pate:
"You sound like a damn mark Ray. What about Angel Morgan? I mean, she has beaten Amanda in the past Ray, and vice-versa. Don't you wonder why they are bitter enemies?"

Ray White:
"Silly JP, i don't care for petty squabbles between the female of the species. Now, a rivalry between any of the sexy members of the male species is what i enjoy watching"

Jimmy Pate:
"Well, you're being compensated for in this match Ray, isn't that good enough?"

Ray White:
"Kind of, but i would still prefer it if this match was all men JP"

After being rolled back into the ring which the cell surrounds, Angel Morgan attempts to scramble to her feet so that Amanda cannot follow up on her assault which she had started when the contest between the two had scrambled to the outside. Amanda, staying true to her plan, quickly slides into the ring to continue what she had started on the outside of the ring itself. Amanda rushes over toward the scrambling Sensation and lifts her knee upward, driving it into the lower body of the Saturday Night Sensation, the impact of which would've caused Angel to fall down, had she not been held up by Amanda. Amanda grabs at the wrist of Morgan, and slings her arms toward the right-bottom corner, causing Angel to run into that direction. Angel rotates her body one-hundred and eighty degrees so that she slows down AND so the front of her body isn't forced to take the brunt of the impact. The Chick with kick quickly follows the Sensation towards the corner with her right arm outstretched, possibly to hit Morgan with a clothesline of some sort. However, before the clothesline can connect, Angel Morgan lowers her body so that she can push Amanda upward, which is exactly what happens. Amanda is propelled over Angel and, when she comes down, crashes her jaw onto the turnbuckle pole, which causes Tripp to look away as the jaw collides with the turnbuckle itself. Amanda's body sprawls to the outside, almost like a rag-doll, as Angel Morgan collapses to her knees in an effort to regain her strength. After landing on the concrete below, the camera gets a shot of Amanda's face, but focuses on the lower region of her face, as some blood trickles out of her mouth, obviously from her jaw hitting the steel turnbuckle.

Jimmy Pate:
"Holy shit! I hope Amanda is okay after her jaw hit that turnbuckle!"

Ray White:
"How come you didn't make this fuss when Darnez was stabbed by Rhaps JP?"

Jimmy Pate:
"Well, you see...er..."

Ray White interrupts JP, even though it sounded like JP didn't have a decent answer anyway

Ray White:
"A-HA! I knew it! You have a soft spot for the women in this company don't you! Admit it!!"

Jimmy Pate:
"Well, its just that even though Darnez got stabbed, all that is going to require is stitches. What Amanda just felt however, could have her suffering from a broken jaw!"

Ray White:
"Yeah well, Darnez' still hasn't recovered from that stabbing from Rhaps, and that was almost five minutes ago JP!"

Jimmy Pate:
"That is a minor exaggeration Ray, it couldn't have been any more than four minutes ago, and thats being generous too"

Ray White:
"Whatever, just get back to calling the match"

As all this occurs, The Hardcore King, Vladimir Strife and the Safety Ranger, Rhaps, have been stomping on NVX's almost broken body like no tomorrow, as if they want to take him out of action permanently in this match tonight! However, unbeknowest to both men, a large figure has just risen from his attack earlier, and he looks to seek revenge on all who oppose him...

TBC?

[Vladimir Strife]

((I will post in a bit, I promise, just a little under the weather, folks)

[Vladimir Strife]

Darnez FC lurks ominously behind the tag team champions now, rage burning in his eyes. The back of his shirt is soaked about the shoulder in crimson blood and he rolls his shoulder, wincing and grinding his teeth at the fresh wave of agony. The pain sends him over the edge, Darnez grabbing handfuls of Vladimir Strife's hair and ripping him aside, slamming the hardcore King's face down across the apron in full strength. Vlad's head snaps back, as if bouncing on the surface. His body goes limp, laying at the bottom of Darnez's feet now. Rhaps turns, looking down at his partner in shock, his eyes climbing up the form of the streak ender to come face to face. His fist shoots up, but he's too late. A ball of knuckles plants his cheekbone and his knees wobble, backing up against the cage. The SIC monster ducks the second attempt, his foe planting the steel mesh and jerking his hand back, covering it with his free hand and swearing angrily. Rhaps' eyes dart down towards the ground and he darts down for the knife, the master of the rant throwing a kick into his pectoral and sending Rhaps back up straight.

While inflicting damage, FC has failed to deter the beast unleashed, who managed to get his fingers around the black handle and cling on. He raises the blade in front of his face, evil intentions in his eyes, Darnez in his sights. As he nears in, Darnez backs up, keeping the distance between himself and the now bloody knife. Rhaps continues to take step after step forward, making his way over the downed Vladimir, taking thrill in the hunt. Focused on the task at hand, he barely hears the noise approaching from his right, not bothering to turn and see the source. Angel Morgan shoots out under the second rope, legs first in a baseball style-esque dropkick. Her boots clash with the cranium housing the demented mind of Rhaps, throwing him into the cage once more, the knife sent idly to the ground. Darnez grabs the knife and raises up the flap of canvas on the side of the ring, chucking the weapon under the ring and out of the reach of it's sadistic wielder.

JP: Hallelujah! Finally, someone has gotten rid of that damned knife! That maniac is going to kill someone with that thing one of these damn days!!

Ray: And we can only hope it will be Angel Morgan! Or at least some ICW guy we'll never miss!

JP: And it looks like Tripp has made his way out of the ring and he's checking on the well being of his better half, Amanda Hallsworth. I understand their relationship, but that's just wrong! A referee should ALWAYS be completely unbiased! I mean... Tripp has bias towards both sides in this. He's a member of The Kingdom on one hand, but was the owner of ICW as well. No matter who wins, Tripp will probably be blamed by the losers for the outcome..

Ray: I don't think that at all. ICW will just have to accept defeat and realize that nice guys finish last!

JP: I'm not sure I'd consider Darnez to exactly be a 'good' guy..

Ray: Sure, he's hated, but I mean... no one is hated like my baby Vlad! I mean, the guy is hated by EVPW guys, ICW guys, and considered a traitor by GHW, who went as far as to ban Vladimir Strife from their events!!!

Darnez brings something back out with him, unveiling the weedwhacker from the depths of the ring. He raises it up and smiles, squeezing the trigger, the string whipping around as Angel gets to her feet again, the master of the rant grinning to the Saturday Night Sensation before pointing to Amanda Hallsworth's limp form. Morgan grins and makes her way towards the chick with kick, Tripp reluctantly stepping back. She pulls Amanda to her feet and steps behind her, hooking both of the diva's arms behind her. Hallsworth is slowly coming to from the motions, looking forward in horror to see the weedwhacker, starting to kick and struggle to break free from the hold on her. Tripp finally notices the weapon, panic stricken now and unsure of what to do. Should he stop it, it'd look like favoritism. If he allows it to happen, he has to watch the woman he loves be shredded by the barbaric means.

Rhaps is back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs from his head and looking on at the action. He hears Amanda's scream for 'HELP!' and turns his attention in the direction of the cry, taking off to the rescue. He falls short, though, NVX tackling him to the ground from behind, stopping the save. He sits on Rhaps' back and begins to rain punches across the back of his skull, pounding him over and over in anger. He whips the Rhaptastic one's head across the black padded mat and against the cage, throwing himself off of the seated position and slamming his knee across the back of his head, mashing his face into the steel wires. He continues this a few more times as the tag champion goes weaker and weaker, his consciousness fading. NVX pushes his face harder against the steel, yanking his head up and down to rake the threads of caging against it, Rhaps' face scrunched. He opens his mouth to scream, his teeth catching into one of the diamond holes in the wiring, nearly yanking a tooth out as NVX presses his head down.

JP: Jesus christ! They are REALLY taking the fight to The Kingdom! Vladimir Strife might be suffering a concussion after being thrown against the apron like his head was a basketball, NVX looks like he is feeding the cage to Rhaps, and Amanda is close to being turned into shredded meat!! Maybe The Kingdom really did underestimate the XWO..

Ray: Nonsense! They're just... uhmm... trying to psyche the enemy out!

JP: Uhmm... what?

Ray: Yeah! They're LETTING their opponents THINK they are the better team, so that they slip up and then WHAM! They'll suddenly start kicking but and clean house.

JP: Ray, if you get any fuller of shit, you're eyes are going to turn brown..

Tripp steps in towards Amanda, considering saving the day. He stops but Angel isn't sure, so she releases Amanda and steps between her and her boyfriend. Amanda makes quick use of the opening, grabbing the Saturday Night Sensation and whipping her towards her partner, Morgan's stomach connecting with the whipping plastic string of the weedwhacker, splitting the skin of her abdomen open as she drops to the ground and screams in pain, curled up in a fetal position. Darnez watches her, shock in his expression at what has just happen to his partner. Amanda comes in quickly, preparing a cinderella story of sorts in the situation. Darnez sees her coming and makes sure the right target is caught this time, thrusting the end of the weapon into the gut of his enemy. Hallsworth collapses back into the cage, holding her stomach as blood runs through her rings, her skin cut to ribbons. She hunches down as Tripp steps in to see if she's alright, Darnez giving a word of warning towards the referee before turning back to NVX and Rhaps.

Darnez FC: Pick him up, throw him in the ring! It's time to finish this thing off once and for all!

The crowd boos the statement, not wanting the see Darnez and friends take the victory today. NVX nods his head and stands up, the men grabbing Rhaps and throwing him into the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope before following him in. NVX picks Rhaps up and stands him up straight, wasting no time however as he drives the tip of his boot into the gut of the foe, causing him to lurch forward and bend over. Darnez steps in and curves his arm down across the throat of the SIC monster, raising his other arm high into the air. He flips forward, turning Rhaps over the top of him and slamming him into the canvas with a devastating neckbreaker. He turns himself around, sprawling his body across his downed opponent and screaming for Tripp, the guest referee.

JP: THE FUTURE'S END!!! Darnez just nailed his finisher on Rhaps and that could very well mean the end of this match! Tripp has to count it though and it'll be interesting to see what he does considering his girlfriend is sobbing in the corner of the cage, thanks to the attack from Darnez!

Ray: Don't do it, Tripp! Hit him with something heavy! Knock him out, screw them over!! Lord knows you wouldn't be the first person to think about knocking Darnez out and screwing him!

JP: You're paying for my shrink appointments...

Tripp slides into the ring, Darnez feeling a tap on his shoulder from behind. He scrambles off of Rhaps, expecting to see Vladimir Strife. As he gets to his knees and raises his balled fists, he sighs in relief that it's only his partner. NVX laughs and walks past Darnez, bending down and grabbing Rhaps by the hair. He pulls him up to his feet once more, running his thumb across his own throat to signal the end of this contest. He pulls Rhaps' head down to his waist and tucks it between his legs, clamping his thighs onto the psycho's ears. NVX reaches down and wraps his arms around his midsection, pulling him up. He ducks his head down, placing his hands into the underarms of his prone victim and hoisting him into the air. Rhaps is thrown forward, NVX dropping down in a seated position, the back of his opponent crashing down between his legs with enough force to shake the entire ring. He reaches down and grabs onto Rhaps' arms, pulling them onto his stomach and looking to Tripp for the count.

JP: OH NO!!! THIS ONE IS OVER FOLKS! CALL IT A NIGHT! THE UNTHINKABLE IS HAPPENING!!!

Ray: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!


JP: Must you be a drama queen?

Ray: YEEEEESSSSSS! This can't be happening! The Future's End followed with a Demon's Sacrifice! How do they expect Rhaps to kick out of that?

JP: I don't think they DO expect him to kick out of it, Ray, like it or not, it's said and done!

Tripp slaps the mat, just wanting the match over at this point, tired of seeing his friends tear one another to bits. He calls out a one, slapping the mat again and calling out the two. The cage has already begun to get hit with debris, cups of beer and bags of popcorn nailing the surface. Tripp cocks his arm back into the air, throwing it down and stopping only as NVX is jerked aside, courtesy of a big boot across the skull. The King is back in the game and breaks the fall only as a pit stop, continuing his path forward towards Darnez FC. Darnez raises his fists, prepared for almost anything Vladimir could throw at him. It turns out however, there's one thing the Undefeated wonder has to throw that Darnez is not expecting. The spikes dig into his chest, barbed wire wrapped across the surface of the object as it crashes into him. Darnez is thrown to the ground from the force of the impact, the weapon falling to the ground in front of his feet.

JP: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! VLAD MAKES THE SAVE! HE MAKES THE SAVE!!

Ray: We got it! YAY, VLAD! Uhm... did he just do what I think he did?

JP: He just absolutely leveled Darnez with something, but it was a pretty quick motion, I didn't really catch what it was.

As NVX is getting to his feet, peeved about the interference, Vladimir reaches down and wraps his fingers around his 'equalizer', the barbed wire nipping at his skin, digging tiny wounds in it. The King raises the barbed wire wrapped brick high into the air, the blood-thirsty crowd screaming in a rave at the site of the very weapon Darnez seemed to hate the most. FC now rolls around the canvas, clutching his chest, his sternum aching, possibly fractured or broken, the wind knocked completely from his lungs. NVX stands up straight and looks to Vlad, taking notice of the weapon and ducking down as he steps forward, letting a swing of the heavy instrument fly overhead. He rams his knee into Vlad's gut, the King outsmarted in this instance, his prized brick hitting the ground against with a significant thump. NVX turns him around and throws a huge right into his mouth, sending Vlad reeling back. Taking to the air, he plants the soles of both boots flat into the chest of the undefeated wonder, both men taken off their feet and hitting the ground. They both rush back up, Vlad wobbly and staggering. NVX presses his offense again with another stiff punch, Vlad's head snapping back like whiplash. He stumbles and backs into the ropes, leaning on them for support.

JP: Vlad brought that brick into play, but he's been disarmed now and NVX has the upper hand. Darnez is making his way up slowly and Rhaps still looks out of it, he hasn't responded since those awe inspiring finishers on the part of the ICW'ers. Both women are out too, cut up from that weedwhacker we saw used earlier.

Ray: That's unfair! Once Darnez gets back up, he's going to be mad and it's going to be two on one..

Ray pouts as Darnez indeedly does get back to solid ground once more, his entire torso still aching and bothering him. NVX moves in on Vlad, who surprises the Dark Prince by coming in towards him as well. Vlad raises his boot and stomps into the middle of NVX. Vlad wraps his arm around his head as he ducks down instinctively. Looking before dropping, the Czar of Scars directs the top of the Asian Sensation's skull squarely onto the barbed wire brick, pitting momentum and gravity against consciousness. Gravity won; gravity always won. The Shooting Star's eyes roll back as his world turns black. He almost lifelessly falls to the wayside, the King done with him now as he rises back up to face the only man in the company as hated as himself.

JP: Now THIS is a face off! These two men have a burning hatred for one another and things are about to get down right ugly!

Ray: Finally, something we can agree upon!! Things are already getting pretty ugly around here, but these men are almost mirror images in a way. Cocky, conceited, egomaniacal. Both men love to rant. They're both sexy, both absolutely phenomenal athletes and they both know it. This is the kind of a showdown you could wait a lifetime for!!

The men rush one another, determined to kill the other and look good doing it. The streak ender wisely ducks under Vlad's arm and shoots behind him, allowing the Bad Lad Vlad to hit the special guest referee instead and knock Tripp to the ground. He gawks in shock, worried he's just screwed his team in this matchup. His freezing up leaves him wide open, however, Darnez making his move. He throws himself into the ropes, building momentum as he runs back at the man with the streak that he'd love to end more than any. Vlad spins around, just in time for FC to leap into the air towards him, wrapping his arm across the chest of Strife and sitting down, whipping him down to the mat with him, the King slamming neck, head and shoulders first, nearly flipping backwards from the impact.

The Streak Ender rolls Vladimir over and covers him, but he's forgotten a little detail of the referee being out of commission. He screams the count himself, frustrated as he knows it counts for nothing. He stands back up, pissed off and furious at the situation as he goes over to the guest referee and shakes him straight. Tripp responds, only a bit hurt as he was caught off guard with the shot. Darnez screams at him to do his job, turning to cover Vlad again as Tripp watching. The brick he hates so much comes crashing down across the crown of his cranium, taking him on a trip through la-la land with an abrupt ending in the middle of the ring. Weary and exhausted, Rhaps chucks the weapon aside and drops to his knees, falling forward and covering the heavyweight as Tripp moves into position and slaps the mat for a count of one.