Alex Stall vs. Gnarfflinger The Butcher

[gnarfflinger]

The Lights go out.

Ray: Hey, I can't see the lovely man meat! Can't you pay your electric bills?

"99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loud speakers.

Ray: On second thought leave the lights out. I don't want to see this prick.

JP: Gnarfflinger the Butcher has come for the debut of EVPW! And Alex Stall is not going to be happy...

The Fog and Pyro that were used in GHW are replaces with coloured lights as the Butcher makes his way to the ring. He carries his Frying pan and a Barbed Wire Wrapped Hockey Stick with him as he makes his way to the ring.

LM: This next contest is scheduled for one fall with no disqualifications.

The Crowd cheers. Despite the smaller numbers in the venue, they are as intense as any crowd the veteran had ever remembered.

LM: Introducing first, from West Lorne, Ontario Canada, Weighing in at 282 lbs, Gnarfflinger the Butcher!

The roar of the crowd reminded the veteran of one important thing: The money was nice, but nothing, absolutely nothing could match the feel of the indies. Sure the talent roster means that it's inevitable that EVPW will be a big time show, but the feel of the indies can never be matched...

TBC: Alex.

[Alex Stall]

As the crowd starts settling down, the lights dim lightly in the gym and a slight tension comes over the room as the speakers start blaring a quick line of power chords. Lizzie smiles brightly as she steps forward and taps her foot to the progression of four strummed chords. She lifts the microphone to her lips and starts in a cheery tone.

~::Lizzie Morna::~
"And his opponent tonight, comin to you from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He weighs in at 189 Pounds, The Insane Angel! Alex Stall!"

Just then a slap is heard over the speakers and the fans start applauding wildly when the words to "Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence" shower over them well.

~::M.S.I::~
"The Bass, The Rock
The Mic, The Treble
I Like My Coffee Black
Just Like My Metal"

Just before the repeat, the curtain is tossed aside and out comes Alex Stall dressed in a pair of tattered blue jeans, an old SCW T-Shirt and his Canadian Flag Chuck Taylor's. He has black, fingerless gunner gloves on and a pair of Oakley sunglasses over his eyes. In one hand he holds a signature piece of weaponry, an industrial staple gun and in the other he has a chain hanging loosely around his fist. Alex makes his way to the ring and slides the weapons in a bit before turning to look at the few, but energetic fans in the gym and smiles broadly.

~::Ray White::~
"Alex sure does look happy tonight! Hot as can be as well, he sure hasn't slacked on the working out it seems."

~::Jimmy Pate::~
"Of course not Ray, you know that Alex is a seasoned veteran as well as our friend the Butcher here. He keeps in shape and stays healthy because as he's said before, this is his passion and he'll do anything to entertain these fans."

Alex feels the energy in the room pulse through his veins and finally lets loose a bit and goes around the ring, shaking hands with fans and hugging some, ruffling the hair of most of the younger children while still showing that broad smile. He then walks to Ray and Jimmy and hugs them both, giving Ray his sunglasses to hold onto. Alex then rushes up to the ring and dives between the middle and bottom rope, rolling to his feet in a simple showing of his athleticism. His first course of action while in the ring is to walk over to his old friend and opponent for the night and shake his hand. The smiles on the two men from the crowd and the adrenaline almost ruins the thought of the brutality almost guaranteed to follow. Alex then backs up and starts hopping from foot to foot in excitement while waiting for the bell.

TBC: Gnarfflinger

(Time to follow Rule #1 and have some serious fun bro, I've been looking forward to a good match with you for a LONG time. Good luck!)

[gnarfflinger]

With the sounding of the bell, the Butcher shoots on Alex. He tries to leapfrog the Veteran, but the Butcher still gets a grip on the right leg. Gnarfflinger stands and lifts Alex's leg, but is met with an enziguri sending him into the ropes. Alex follows with a dropkick, but the Butcher ducks, catches the Insane Angel and tosses him over the top rope.

JP: The Butcher is wasting no time taking this to his environment.

Ray: It's going to be a long night for my sexy Alexy, isn't it...

Gnarfflinger hops over the rope to the apron and delivers an Elbow to the forehead of Alex. The Insane Angel manages to deflect the follow through of the Butcher's momentum into the steel guard rail. Alex looks under the ring and finds a Street Sign, tosses it to the Butcher as he turns around then dropkicks it into the face of the larger Veteran. Alex moves to deliver a flying splash as the Butcher slumps against the railing, but Gnarfflinger catches him and uses a fall away slam to send Alex over the rail and into the unforgiving hardwood surface of the Aisle. Gnarfflinger follows and with forearms drives Alex to the exit of the room...

OOC: Sorry it's short, but it's late. BTW, You up for a tour of the facilities?

[Alex Stall]

((Realized we don't have a titantron, the crowd won't see us outside of the main room ))

Alex finally ducks under one of Gnarfflinger's forearm shots, spinning around him and slamming his knee into his exposed side. The Butcher, having an exceptionally high pain tolerance seemingly shrugs Alex's strike off by spinning around and slamming his forearm into the smaller man's face and dropping him once again to the wooden floor under them. The Butcher tries to follow up on his opportunity by leaning over and grabbing Alex's hair but is surprised by a hard boot to the face. Alex proceeds to kip up to his feet but is caught by the leg and lifted into a fireman's carry by his opponent as he tried to plant his feet. Gnarfflinger roughly traps Alex's leg with one arm and his head with the other as he walks over to the railing. The Insane Angel is helpless to fight the Butcher as he tosses him over his head and cross the metal railing. A yelp of pain comes along with a rush of air as Stall's stomach lands roughly on the metal, winding him and causing him to once again fall to the wooden floor. The Butcher hops over the rail and makes his way to the ring, lifting the apron harshly and rummaging underneath. The crowd cheers wildly as Alex makes his way slowly to the feet only to see Gnarfflinger holding a metal trash can in his hand and advancing on him. Alex takes off while only half standing, catching the railing and launching himself over, torquing his body so his feet are in front of him and slamming them into the trash can. Gnarfflinger feels the metal slam into his chest and push him back and off balance as Alex's formerly injured left shoulder gives out on him from the launch and they both spill to the ground in pain.

~::Jimmy Pate::~
"Well it seems Alex just can't get away from Vlad with that bum shoulder. As most may not know, that is the shoulder that was torn apart by a power drill thanks to our friend Mr. Strife"

~::Ray White::~
"Oh No! Those two sexy men are going to feel that last move in the morning! That slingshot dropkick is a specialty of Stall but he may have it lost after that shoulder giving out. This is a perfect opportunity for Gnarfflinger!"

Alex writhes in pain on the mat outside the ring, holding his shoulder and clenching his eyes shut to keep from shouting in pain. Gnarfflinger on the other hand is already working his way to his feet, a red mark across his chest from the impact of the stainless steel trash can slamming into it. Gnarfflinger turns and sees the chain Alex brought to the ring sitting on the apron and quickly grabs it with a smirk. He walks over to Stall, chain in hand and an obviously evil thought in his head. He grabs Alex's left wrist, jerking it up and causing Alex to yell out in pain from the sudden movement of his arm. The Butcher proceeds to lift Alex to his feet and connect the chain end to end. He wraps the chain around his opponents bad arm and the other side around his other arm behind his back. The Butcher laughs as he grabs the chain and pulls it tight, catching in Alex's elbows and torquing his shoulder back and kneeling down to place his shoulder in the small of Alex's back. Gnarfflinger proceeds to pull the chain down, having Alex lean back over his shoulder and add a fulcrum for the move. The ends of the chain pull harshly down and towards each other as Alex is stretched back and his shoulders further down towards the floor and closer together, adding a huge strain on Alex's shoulders and stomach. The Angel starts shouting in pain, trying to get away from this improvised torture move, unable to tap out or move. The Butcher jerks the chain down, sending a shock of pain through his opponent as he smiles wickedly at the shouts of pain being heard now through the arena.

~::Ray White::~
"Holy hell what do you call that?!? Alex's arms are going to be ripped off at this rate! Someone should get in there and stop this!"

~::Jimmy Pate::~
"Great move though, that'll leave a person completely unable to defend themselves and is proving to be effective in being painful. Alex had better not under estimate Gnarfflinger, he's a vicious wrestler."

Alex's shouts start getting louder and louder as the strain on his body is taking more and more effect. Finally Gnarfflinger makes a mistake, leaning a little for more pressure while drawing his hands in to him and letting Alex roll over him. Alex lands on his stomach and tries to pull his arms back to a comfortable place, lifting up to his knees and pushing forward and planting a foot in front of Gnarff. The Insane Angel pushes up with his foot and lets his other skim the ground as he flips back. As the smaller man's foot connects with his chin, Gnarfflinger lets go of the chain and falls back to the mat. Alex lands on his feet but drops to a knee as the chain looses and hits the ground. The Canadian cruiserweight rolls his shoulders a bit and feels the momentum come back as the blood begins flowing once more. The raven haired man cracks his neck and sees his opponent start to sit up. He rushes forward and leaps, drawing his feet to his chest before pushing them out and forward, slamming violently into the Butcher's chest with as much force as he can possibly muster. The butcher snaps back to the floor, the force slamming his back and head hard against the thing mats covering the hard wood floor. Alex rolls back and to his feet, but allows himself to slump back into a seated position to catch a breather as Gnarfflinger lies motionless on the ground, dazed from the impact of Alex's kick.

TBC: Gnarfflinger

[gnarfflinger]

OOC: Damn, that no Big Screen thing is really going to crimp my style...

Alex takes a moment to breathe now that the Butcher has been stunned, and realizes that his shoulder hurts like hell. He curses audibly as he slumps to the canvas. He knows he can't stay down though, and he wills himself to his feet in an obvious struggle. He takes a step away from the ropes and to the centre of the ring, now confident in his resilience and firm in the belief that he can ruin the EVPW debut of the Veteran Hardcore monster. While this battle of will occurs, the Butcher shakes off the cobwebs, rolls over and anticlimactically spears the crap out of the Insane Angel.

Ray: A gutsy showing by my poor sexy Alexy ruined by that ugly troll...

JP: You're right, Ray, it was gutsy by Alex to regain his feet.

Gnarfflinger zeros in that injured shoulder. A wristlock applied and the dragging of Alex all around the ring leaves him screaming in pain. The Butcher climbs to the top rope with the wristlock intact, eventually Alex gets his feet under him, but falls face first to the canvas as the Butcher lands a Disarmer. The Butcher releases the lock and grabs the frying pan. He again ascends the top rope and attempts an Arabian Skull Crusher tar4getting the shoulder!

Ray: Please, Gnarfflinger, I beg of you, Do Not do this! I'll do anything!

JP: That would guarantee that he's going to do it...

Ray: Please! Don't end the career of that sexy boy!

JP: The Butcher leaps off, but Nobody is home!

Ray: Yay! My Alex got out of the way!

The Butcher lands unceremoniously on is ass, with nothing but a cast iron Frying pan to cushion his impact! A Stray foot catches the face of Alex Stall, but that is inconsequential to the damage suffered on the blown spot!

Crowd: *chants* You Fucked Up!

Yes, he did fuck up, and he knew it. The advantage of the injured shoulder meant nothing if he was too injured to exploit it. Alex, now sporting a slight nose bleed, saw the Butcher in pain and moved to capitalize, but with one arm, that would prove difficult. the Butcher rolled over, exposing the now bruised backside, while Alex was standing and able to target the butt. Alex stomped gleefully on the aging ass of the Hardcore veteran until he regained his wits and crawled under the bottom rope.

Ray: That's not what I mean by working the...

JP: If you finish that sentence I swear to God I'll kill you.

Gnarfflinger grows desperate as he sees his advantage vanish in thin air. Alex is now standing, alert and able to protect the vulnerable shoulder. The Veteran know that he has to try something to open the defenses of his countryman if he is to regain the edge. He grabs a length of Barbed wire and wraps it around his right shin. He also wraps a smaller piece around the right fist and returns to the ring.

Ray: No good can come of this...

JP: The Butcher has regained his composure and his evil intentions. This could be bloody!

The Butcher rolls under the bottom rope and is greeted with stomps from Alex Stall, but he powers his way to his feet. The Butcher starts landing right hands to the face of Alex Stall. His right hand is insufficient to defend the face, so he is forced to lift his left arm. At this point the Butcehr unleashes his master plan--by grabbing the left arm, flipping his victim over his shoulder and rolling through into a Gorgaplata, with the right arm trapped and his throat raked across the barbed wire that adorns the Butcher's shin!

Ray: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JP: Alex Stall is in real trouble now, with only the injured left shoulder to try to resist this punishing hold from the Butcher!

TBC: Alex.