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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 10, 2008 23:37:20 GMT -4
EVPW officials clear a section of a bar. Gnarfflinger the Butcher is admitted carrying a beer and his Frying pan. A bartender is equipped with riot gear to serve drinks should the competitors get thirsty...
TBC: whoever is next.
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Post by Vladimir Strife on Jul 11, 2008 17:13:56 GMT -4
The door to the bar opens up as Vladimir Strife gingerly steps in, holding a boombox. He sets in next to the door and bends down, pushing a button on the front. Quickly, he steps back outside and waits. 'People Hate Me' by The Murderdolls begins to play from the boombox and Vladimir pushes the door open as he steps back in, raising his arms high confidently. Vladimir reaches down and turns the boombox off, satisfied now that he got to have an entrance song as he came into the match.
Vlad walks over to the bar, keeping an eye on Gnarfflinger as he does and takes a seat.
"Yo, barkeep! Send the ugly woman with the frying pan a beer, tell her it's from me."
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 12, 2008 23:09:42 GMT -4
OOC: I was going to wait for the "Special Guest, but he must be waiting for Vlad and I to beat the shit out of each other...
Barkeeper: I don't think Mr. Bozz will appreciate what you said about his wife. She brought that Frying pan with her hoping the Butcher would use it on your thick skull is what she told me...
VS: I meant...FUCK YOU!
Vlad then smashes the boom box over the helmeted head of the bartender. Gnarfflinger then spears Vlad. The two go down with the Butcher raining punches on the Romanian madman.
Ray: What a start. We already have Gnarfflinger going down on Vlad...
JP: I don't know which one to send the tape of that comment to first...
Vlad rolls the Butcher over and pulls a bottle off the table. Vlad Smashes it into the face of the Butcher. Gnarfflinger pulls the table over, causing the edge to hit Vlad in the back. In the chaos, Gnarfflinger extricates himself from his foe and then dropkicks the table into Vlad. Gnarfflinger retrieves a pol cue and smacks Vlad in the side of the head with it. Vlad, in a show of contempt, grabs the Butcher's Frying pan, spits on it and smashes the Butcher with it. Vlad then discards the weapon, picks up the Butcher and fires him into the bar. Vlad then finds a lemon wedge and rubs it into the cut on the Butcher's forehead...
TBC: Vlad or Mystery Guest.
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Post by allenc on Jul 13, 2008 13:08:41 GMT -4
As Vlad continues to rub the lemon wedge onto the cut of The Butcher, a man calmly walks out of the crowd, and sits at the bar. The bartender looks the man over, looking first at his black combat boots, and up to his tight black jeans, and his eyes finally come to rest on his shirt, which bears a logo for The Who.
[glow=red,2,300]Thanks.[/glow]
The man gets up, and grabs the bar stool that he was sitting on, and bounces it his hands. He then charges, ramming it into the side of Vlad's head. Vlad stumbles and falls from the blow, and the newcomer turns the stool onto The Butcher, slamming the seat directly into the already bleeding forehead of his opponent
[glow=red,2,300]Now, were you really going to have a bar brawl without me[/glow]
The man steps back, and gets into a fighting stance, and waits for one his opponents to get up
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Post by Vladimir Strife on Jul 13, 2008 23:12:58 GMT -4
Vladimir stumbles to his feet, bumping a table over as he does so. He looks to the newcomer, a grin coming to his face as e does.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here? I thought I finally had put you to rest. Like they always say though.. the more, the merrier."
Vladimir rushes in to spear him, but is brought down with a heel trip by Gnarfflinger the Butcher before he can reach. The Butcher makes his way up, the newcomer hammering at his back with a stiff forearm as he does. Gnarfflinger begins to walk away slowly as the man follows, raining down with punch at Gnarf's back and kicks at his leg. Gnarf finally grabs a stool and pulls it over behind him, stopping the man in his tracks before grabbing a ketchup bottle off of the table and spinning around. He brings it down harshly across his pursuer's forehead, knocking him down to one knee. The thick glass bottle doesn't break and Gnarfflinger looks it over before trying to break it across the man's scalp again, the bottle bouncing off and falling to the floor without even a crack.
Gnarfflinger shrugs his shoulders and throws a hard punch across the man's temple, rocking his head back. He follows with another and another, knocking him from side to side, leaving him clawing at Gnarfflinger's shirt and trying to pull himself to his feet. Gnarfflinger looks down into his eyes with a grin, only taking them off long enough to look up and see the glass Heinz container coming at him. It catches him across the collar bone and drops to the ground, Vladimir Strife following behind it with an extended arm that slaps down across the pectoral's of Gnarfflinger and knocks him off of his feet.
Vladimir grabs the fresh blood by the hair and turns him towards himself, looking to pick up where Gnarfflinger had left off. His arm cocked back, a surprise forearm to the crotch stops him in his steps and he stumbles into the bar before being tackled and taken over it, crashing down next to the bartender.
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 14, 2008 0:56:42 GMT -4
Gnarfflinger watches Vlad turn to the newcomer and look for a way to torture him. Gnarfflinger also spots a dartboard. He collects the darts and throws one at Vlad, catching him in the butt.
VS: What the fuck?
Vlad turns around, and the Butcher gets him with one in the forearm. Gnarfflinger charges and jabs the third one into Vlad's forehead. Meanwhile, the mystery stranger grabs a beer and smashes it into the Butcher's head.
Vlad: Fuck you! that's alcohol abuse!
Gnarfflinger tastes the beer.
GtB: Nah, it's American beer, it doesn't count. That's just sex in a canoe...
Vlad: What the fuck are you talking about?
GtB: They're both fucking close to water...
With that joke, the Bartender starts to tap out.
The Mystery guest drives the broken bottle in the face of Gnarfflinger. The Mystery guest then throws the Butcher behind the bar in time to be kicked in the head by Vlad. Vlad then delivers a powerbomb through a nearby table. Vlad turns towards the bar, where Gnarfflinger has popped up, holding a lit lighter and spewing Vodka in the face of Vlad, resulting in a fiery blast, staggering his rival. Gnarfflinger finds a frying pan, leaps from the bar and hits an Arabian Skull crusher, the momentum carrying the two on top of the mystery guest, leaving all three men in a heap resembling one of Ray's fantasies--only wearing clothes...
TBC: Anyone...
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Post by allenc on Jul 14, 2008 8:36:21 GMT -4
The guest stumbles to his hands and knees, trying to shake the combination of blood, alcohol and ketchup from his eyes. Vlad is reeling in the oppsite direction, but before the guest can move, Gnarfflinger the Butcher snaps up, and locks in a Camel Clutch. The new man struggles to break free, but cannot muster the strength or the leverage. Vladimire finally makes it to his feet, with help from a pool table. He ducks low, and charges, slamming his foot directly into the core of the Butcher, breaking the hold, and sending him toppling backwards. The quest is then dragged to his feet, and set on the pool table. Vlad raises his hands up, calling to smash the table, much to the delighted cheers from the fans. He grabs the hair of his target, and slowly raises him up, only to suffer a chair shot from Gnarfflinger. The Mystery opponent acts quickling, grabbing the pool rack, and slamming around the neck of Vlad, and locking in a reverse grapple, and preforming an Edge-O-Matic, using the rack to gain leverage. Vlad's head slams backwards, and quickly bounces upwards, having landed on the Eight Ball, rather than the felt. The Butcher continues his assult on this new man, delivering a chair shot to his chest as he tried to recooperate
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 14, 2008 22:57:08 GMT -4
Vlad rolls to his hands and knees on the pool table. He flies off the table, planting a knee into the Butcher's head. Gnarfflinger drops the chair, allowing the Mystery guest a chance to escape the punishing shots from the Butcher. Vlad plants a right foot into the side of the head of the mystery guest. Vlad then gives the signal that brings the room deathly quiet--the dreaded Skesis Death Driver! Vlad grabs the head of the Mystery guest, drags him on top of a nearby table, and starts to lift him for the move, but Gnarfflinger drives a right hand into Vlad's groin. The momentum allows the Mystery guest to try for a Northern Lights Suplex, but the Butcher charges up, vaults off a chair and plows into the Mystery guest. As the Mystery guest uses the momentum to get Vlad to the high point of the move, the Butcher lifts the mystery guest and as the three fall forward, all three crash awkwardly through the pool table!
TBC: Anyone in the match.
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Post by Vladimir Strife on Jul 15, 2008 1:36:14 GMT -4
Gnarfflinger is the first to his feet, lucky to be the deliverer of pain in this instance. His opponents are close behind, their movements slow and filled with pauses, almost robotic as their bodies throb and stop them in their progress. Gnarfflinger throws a punch into the side of Vladimir's jaw, sending him stumbling. As Vladimir catches himself from the shot, he shakes his head to clear his head, then turns and nails the newcomer with a stiff right of his own. The mystery guest is rattled, but not out as he turns and completes the circle with knuckles across the skull of the legendary Butcher. Gnarfflinger restarts the cycle, busting Vlad's brow with a thunderous blow. The King stands up straight and winces, then cocks his fist back before firing it into the mouth of their guest. The guest extends his arm, plowing Gnarf against the temple and stunning him for a moment.
The Butcher pulls back and sends his clenched hand down across Vladimir's brow again, pain racking the King's crown. Vladimir lets out a growl before yanking his arm back and drilling the mystery guest just below his left eye. The guest rocks back and his knees bend forward, crashing to the wooden floor as a bar patron screams "TIMBER!". As Vladimir watches and grins vilely, his smile is set crooked by a crack from Gnarfflinger. Vladimir takes a step back and swings heavy, looking to take Gnarf's head to the fences. The Butcher doesn't play fair however as he ducks the punch and swoops his head beneath Vladimir's arm, hooking him across the waist and scooping his thigh. He lifts Vladimir into the air and falls back, the back of Vladimir's head ripping a chunk out of a cheap table top as it busts through.
Triumphantly, Gnarfflinger raises back to his feet, Vladimir laying on the ground clutching his head tightly and the mystery guest just now stirring from Vlad's punch. Gnarfflinger grabs him by the hair and pulls him up straight, the man pushing Gnarfflinger away as he stands. Gnarfflinger comes in strong with a clothesline, his arm slapping hard across his opponent's chest. The mystery guest stands his ground though and holds his chest before driving a boot into the gut of the hardcore veteran. Gnarfflinger takes a step back and the men turn just in time to see Vladimir launch himself from the top of a stool and close in on them. Vlad wraps his arms around both mens necks and drops his lower body. Gnarfflinger and the mystery man both reach up quickly and grab hold of a leg each though, stopping Vladimir's momentum dead. They carry him around before dropping Vladimir crotch first onto the top of a table they'd knocked over earlier. The King clutches his jewels in agony and his opponents look to one another before each drilling him with stiff punches, laying him out across the bar floor, a 5 ball resting next to his arm.
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Post by allenc on Jul 15, 2008 8:37:21 GMT -4
The Mystery Guest stares and Gnarfflinger, who looks back. The guest begins to point, and direct traffic. Gnarfflinger seems hesitant at first, but then agrees, and goes to retrive his frying pan. The newcomer flips Vlad onto his back, and hoists his knees up. Gnarfflinger ducks low, waiting........suddenly The King flung through the air, slingshoted by his guest of honor, and flied directly into The Butcher's frying pan, a sickening ring sounding. Gnarfflinger moves quick, charging his temporary friend, and slamming a stunning blow across the head of his guest, who drops down, twitching
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Post by gnarfflinger on Jul 15, 2008 23:56:36 GMT -4
AS the Mysterious Stranger continues to work over Vlad, the Butcher climbs on top of the bar. The Mystery guest realizes what the Butcher has in mind, and wanting no part of it, gets out of the way. Gnarfflinger then hits an Arabian Skull Crusher off the Bar, driving the pan into Vlad's face. Gnarfflinger rolls away from Vlad and tries to regain his feet only to take a dropkick to the mush from the mystery competitor. The Mystery Guest now works the Butcher over with a pool cue, allowing Vlad to get to his feet. The Mystery Guest pays for this first, as Vlad plants his foot in the side of his head. Vlad then turns to the Butcher, powerbombing him onto the bar. Vlad Then powerbombs the Mystery Stranger through a nearby table. Vlad turns around, only to get hit over the head with a bottle of Vodka. Gnarfflinger then spits on Vlad, lighting it into a fireball as it erupts around Vlad! Vlad rolls on the ground to put out the flames!
TBC: Anyone.
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