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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Jul 31, 2008 22:44:19 GMT -4
The arena is being readied for the main event as the crowd readies itself for action once more. The Lockdown Hall is pumping, with heavy-bassed music screaming out of the speakers in between matches. The crowd are vocal and enjoying their night so far. King Bear:
Here we are, main event time. What an enjoyable night it has been for sure. It has been a pleasure being here and out of that sweaty, stinking mosh-pit for the night.
Random Hippie Dude:
Yeah man, but I have to be careful what I smoke in here, more people watching me.
King Bear:
And if this lives up to the rest of the card for the night, it should be one hell of a match. It looks like we are about ready to begin. [/center] Lizzie Morna had slunk into the ring and is standing in all her beauty, ready to get the match started. Her red dress hugs her slender figure beautiully, and she recieves afew wh=olf-whistles from the men in the crowd as she raises her micrphone to speak. Lizzie Morna:
Tonight's main event is brought to you by Metro PCS and is a Number One Contenders match for the Imperial Title.
There are ome stipulations for tonights match which will make all the difference, so listen closely.
For Thomas Cathy... The Tom-Cat is permitted to use any and every weapon he can get his hands on, BUT he can only win by means of submission. This means, no pin-falls, no countouts, no knock-outs.
As for Gnarfflinger... The Butcher is NOT permitted to use any weapons. Doing so will get him disqualified. On the bright side of things, Gnarfflinger can win this match by any means possible.
Without any further ado... As Lizzie finishes her last sentence, the sound of morse code bleeps out through the arena's speakers. The morse code is followed by a lightly distorted guitar strumming over an upbeat drumbeat, signalling the entry for the Welshman, Thomas Cathy. "We're more than carbon and chemicals
We are the image of the invisible
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We are the image of the invisible
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
We are the image of the invisible
So we sing out this, our canticle
We are the image of the invisible" As the song progresses into the chorus, the flashing lights around the arena stop. For one moment, the Lockdown hall is put into a blackout, as the music stops along with the lights. When the chorus hits, the arena is flooded with lights, changing from green, to red, to a blinding white light in quick succession. Standing at the very back of the entranceway is Thomas Cathy, the Tom-Cat, looking pumped and ready for the match. He begins to make his way down to the ring, the Welsh flag that hangs from his back like a cape flailing out behind him as he moves towards the ring. "We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are the named and we are known
We know that we'll never walk alone" Cathy walks with a spring in his step as he makes his way towards the squared circle. Clad in dark green wrestling shorts with "Tom-Cat" printed across the rear in white lettering, he keeps walking, adjusting the wrestling tape on his hands and wrists. His black boots step confidently towards the ring, the dark green laces to match his tights sitting squarely atop the boots, almost pointing up to his kneepads, which follow the colours of the Welsh flag, the dragon printed on the front of the knee. He walks briskly, but cooly at the same time, hiding the estatic emotion in his face well so that his expression comes across as cold and collected. When he is halfway between the entrance curtain and the ring, Lizzie Morna speaks up again to introduce him. Lizzie Morna:
Introducing the first challenger.
He comes al the way from the hard streets of Cardiff, Wales. Weighing in tonight at 235 lbs. He is the man known as the Tom-Cat. Thomas Cathy!
King Bear:
Thomas Cathy has been impressive to say the least since his beginnins here. He has only lost one match, when a tag match against the amazing Canadian Heat turned into a 3-on-1 handicap match, but he has yet to be defeated one-on-one, even bringing down some of the bigger names in the business.
Random Hippie Dude:
He is a ruthless fighter man... Never quits, never says die and takes the fight right to the opponent. i must say, I think I'm warming to this lad.
King Bear:
Or maybe thats just the weed talking, huh?
You do have a point though dude, call it a moment of clarity perhaps. Cathy does take the figt right to his opponents, and he doesn't care who he is fighting, he goes all out. Maybe thats why peopel are afraid to fight him and haven't been showing up. Well, a win is a win. [/center] By the time the commentators finish talking, Cathy had reached the bottom of the steps, and he runs up the steps quickly, sliding under the top rope to enter the ring. When he is indies, he removes his flag from his back and hands it to the ref before raising his hands in the air, listening to the crowd. Judging by the mixture of cheers and boos, the fans seem to be beginning to warm to him, but the reaction is still somewhat mixed. Some like his no nonsense attitude and ruthless in ring performing, some dislike his dirty tactics, and some just don't like him because he is Welsh. But it is clear that most of the fans are beginning to form some kind of opinion of him in their heads. "We're more than static and dial tone
We are the image of the invisible
We're emblematic of the unknown
We are the image of the invisible
So raise the banner, bend back your bows
We are the image of the invisible
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
We are the image of the invisible" The verse begins to fade out towards the end as Cathy finishes his preparations, cracking the bones in his knuckles and balling then unballing his fists as he waits for Gnarfflinger the Butcher to enter. TBC Gnarfflnger |
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Post by gnarfflinger on Aug 2, 2008 8:54:20 GMT -4
The Lights go out. "99 Ways to Die" by Megadeth blasts over the loudspeakers. AS the lights come up, the Butcher charges the ring. Lizzie makes a quick exit as the Canadian legend hits the ring. Tomcat didn't even have time to select a weapon before he is forced to react by junging on top of the Butcher. He rains forearms on the back of the Butcher but Gnarfflinger locks his arms around the waist of his opponent and lifts him off his feet. Gnarfflinger flips the Welshmen over the top rope and down to the floor.
KB: Gnarfflinger isn't wasting any time getting into the action!
RHD: I think he's just so excited that someone remembered to show up for the match!
As Tom-Cat grabs a Chair, the Butcher ascends the top rope. AS the Butcher launches off the top rope, Cathy attempts to shield himself with the chair, but it fails to halt the momentum of the 280 lb Canuck, and the Butcher's weight drives the chair into his foe. Gnarfflinger discards the chair and assumes a full mount. The Butcher bombards Tom-cat with rights and lefts, the padded floor restricts the ability to dodge, forcing his opponent to use his hands and arms to cover himself. At one point, the Butcher rears back for added power, only to take a fist to the groin from his opponent...
HE: That's one way to change the momentum..
RHD: But what does the Tom-Cat do with it?
Tom-Cat retrieves his chair and smashes the Butcher over the head with it. Gnarfflinger staggers from the impact, but remains on his feet. A second shot sees the veteran take a step back. A third shot sends the Butcher inelegantly to his ass. Tom-Cat presses the edge, but the Butcher makes him pay with a low blow of his own. Gnarfflinger then pulls the tights of his opponent dragging his head into the steel ring post...
TBC: Tom-Cat.
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Aug 2, 2008 22:36:51 GMT -4
A dong sounds out as Tom-Cat's head bounces off the steel ring-post, almost ike the tolling of a bell. Cathy's body caries the momentum forward into the ring post, his head bouncing backwards as if it was on a hinge, his knees buckling sightly from under him. The crowd let out a collective "OOH" at the vicious sound of the skull-on-metal clash, the veteran Butcher givign Cathy his first real lesson of the night. King Bear:
This is a far thing from the take-no-prisoners street fighting that we all know Cathy is used to. Here is the Butcher's domain, and the ring veteran is beggining to show his craftyness and teach Cathy a thing or three.
Random Hippie Dude:
School is in session, I heard the bell ring... Or was that Tom-Cat's head slamming into the ringpost? [/b] Cathy's arms clasp around the post, hugging it as a baby hugs its mother. He uses the ring post to prop himself up as the shock wears off. Gnarfflinger, however, has other ideas and grabs Tom's left wrist, wrenching it around the pole and using the steel post to apply pressure to his arm. Cathy 's eyes widen in agony as he attempts to break the hold, but the heavier and stronger Butcher is unrelenting and holds on with a vice-like grip. Gnarflinger grits his teeth as he pulls back on Tom-Cat's wrist, twisting it close to breaking point. Random Hipie Dude:
Woah man, that does not look comfortable.
King Bear:
Let me assure you Dude, that isn't... And you won't find THAT in any wrestling textbook. That comes from years of experience, and the Butcher executes it to perfection. He uses the ring post to maximise the pain of that modified wristlock, sends pain shooting through the entire arm.
Random Hippie Dude:
Cool man, maybe you could teach me how. I bet its a rush! Despearate to break the hold, Thomas Cathy kicks out behind himself, managing to catch Gnarfflinger on the kneecap with the heel of his boot. The Butcher stoops slightly from te force of the kick, giving the Welshman an opportunity to bring his right hand over in an effort to break the hold. He pulls back on Gnarfflinger's fingers just enough to slip out of the move and unwraps his arm from the ring post, slinking away gingerly, supporting his damaged wing. Gnarfflinger the Butcher grunts menacingly and comes after the Welshman, striding confidently to grab Caty by the shoulder, spinning him round forcefully to face him and follws up with a swift right hand that targets the left side of Cathy's head. Having little time to react, all the Tom-Cat can do is dodge the strike and watc as the Butcher's fist drifts dangerously close to his nose, but the strike leaves the Butcher open, and Cathy exploits the opening with a left hook to Gnarfflinger's body. The force of the punch rocks the veteran and takes him off his feet momentarily. Cathy follows up the punch with a quick DDT, driving the Veteran's head into the lighty padded concrete floor. King Bear:
Not flashy, but it is effective. That DDT rocked the 37 year old veteran. If there is one thing that Cathy as going for him, it is the age factor.
Random Hippie Dude:
Yeah man, the Tom-Cat is a spring chicken at 21, whereas Gnarfflinger's body has taken the tol over a long career.
King Bear:
It comes down to endurance. The speed is there, but how much of the Butcher's veteran "lessons" can Cathy take before he is flat out cold or tapping out? [/center] Rolling his left shoulder to try and free it up again from Gnarffinger's earlier attack, Tom-Cat stands to his feet, looking down first to his opponent, who is still clutching at his forehead in pain. He winds up afew steps before running back at the Butcher and kicking him in the ribs with the tow of his wrestling bots. Gnarfflinger lets out a yelp of pain as the boot conncets with a sickening thud, like a meat tenderising mallet smming into a rump-steak. Gnarfflinger rolls over, partly from force of the kick and partly to distance himself from the Tom-Cat. He rols onto his back, and eyes up his opponent, his vision cloudy with the pain searing through his body. Cathy smiles down at him, talking smack in his thick Welsh accent just loud enough for the overhead microphones to pick it up. "Come on, get up old man. We're not done here yet."The words seem to dance in the air, the almost musical accent accentuating the language. Gnarfllinger smiles at his young opponent's spirit, before grabbing Cathy by the ankle with his own feet and rolling himself up into his opponent's feet. The turning of his body trips Caty up and the Tom-Cat falls face first into the ground. The Drop Toe Hold took him completely by suprise and he did not even get the time to break his fall with his hands. Instead he falls to the mat and lands directly on his face, landing with an "OOMPH" as the wind is knocked out of him. Gnarfflinger chuckles to himself as he stands up, his foot still entangled in Cathy's. Using the leg that he had tripped the Tom-Cat up with earlier, he turns his own body round to wrap the leg around his own even more, twisting his body into an inverted Figure-Four leg lock. Cathy struggles to get free of the hold in vain, his struggles turning to a fight as Gnarfflinger drops to the ground to complete the hold. He grits his teeth and leans back, trying his best to get te Welshman to break under the pressure, but the figt continues in the spirited Tom-Cat. King Bear:
Wel, the Welshman got a bit cocky, and payed the prics. An Inverted Figure-Four. Look into his eyes, look at the pain. Gnarfflinger has this match in the palm of his hand.
Random Hippie Dude:
Its almost like he is toying with Cathy. The Butcher controls the momentum, he controls the match. Somehow, someway, Thomas Cathy needs to find a way out of this slump man, I mean like, now! [/center] Gnarfflinger keeps the pressure on the hold, his hands at his sides to stop Cathy from turning the move over and switching the pressure of the hold. The Butcher growls lowly between gritted teeth, just as Cathy groans loudly, his mout and eyes open wide in agony. TBC Gnarflinger |
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Post by gnarfflinger on Aug 3, 2008 12:46:23 GMT -4
OOC: That green you use is hard to read...
As Cathy wriggles to escape the hold, and in despair, he reaches back, retrieved the chair. tosses it at the Butcher, catching his face. The Butcher's hands instinctively go to his face, allowing Tom-Cat to turn over the hold. Now the Butcher is in trouble, but the Veteran pulls his legs free and escapes the hold. Gnarfflinger makes it to his feet first, and that allows him to kick the leg out from under his opponent. Cathy is on his back. Gnarfflinger continues to work the knee of the targeted leg with ruthless precision. Repeated strikes to the knee are rewarded with screams of pain from the Welshman. A Knee breaker elicits a phrase in his native tongue that one would assume would be bleeped out for national television. A twist of the affected knee Is extremely torturous. The Welshmen responds with a kendo stick to the head of the Veteran to buy space...
KB: You take away the veteran's bread and butter, and he still thrives. If this youngster wants to have a long carreer, he has to learn the same tricks.
RHD: Bread and Butter? I have the Munchies...
The Welshmen retains teh kendo stick as he struggles to his feet. Gnarfflinger moves in only to take another Kendo Stick to the head. This draws a trickle of blood to the forehead of the Butcher. The Welshman continues the assault, driving the kendo stick repeatedly across his foe's back. Gnarfflinger responds with a kick at the compromised knee, causing Cathy to take a step backwards. Gnarfflinger quickly capitalizes with a spear driving the younger man into the steel ring steps. The steps separate with a loud crash. Gnarfflinger keeps his hold of the legs of the Welshman, and flips back with a catapult, sending his victim hard across the steel guard rail. Gnarfflinger climbs to the top rope. Tom Cat Staggers from the guard rail, turns around, only to catch an Arabian skull crusher taking him into the guard rail again. They flip over the guard rail and crash hard to the floor...
KB: That's Gnarfflinger the Butcher for you ladies and Gentlemen, He'll do anything to hurt his opponent!
RHD: This flatbread is a little soft and kinda bland...
KB: You're eating a note from back stage...
RHD: Could use some sugar...
TBC: Tom-Cat.
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Aug 3, 2008 19:40:03 GMT -4
as the men pick up the pieces of the trainwreck, the crowd begin to thump their hands against their seats. Thunder rains out around the arena like a stampede of elephants. Both the Tom-Cat and Gnarfflinger the Butcher lie in a tangled mess on the wrong side of the guard rail. From the ring, the ref yells out for the men to bring the action back and warns of an impending 10 count. He reaches the count of "three" before either of the men move, the first of which back to his feet is the veteran Butcher. He looks down at Cathy and seems satisfied with his word, hoppng across the guardrail once more and heading back towards the ring. The ref reaches the count of "five" before Gnarffinger enters the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He stands crouched over, sucking air into his lungs and waiting for the impending count-out. The extra time gives him a chance to recuperate from the match so far. On the count of "seven", the Tom-Cat stirs and rolls over onto his front. He pushes himself off the ground, ignoring the now blood-stained concrete he leaves behind and staggers drunkenly towards the guard-rail. He reaches out a hand to steady himself just as the ref calls "eight". By the cont of "nine", Cathy had managed to drag himself over the rail and he staggers towards the ring. The ref is just reaching his hands up to call "ten" when Thomas Cathy slides under the ropes to join Te Butcer in the ring. The ref, in turn, calls the match still on and the battle rages. Random Hippie Dude:
Woah man... Was that it? Is the match over?
King Bear:
No, its not. Its still going. You have to wonder whether the Tom-Cat knows exactly where he is right now. He looks a bit shaky.
Random Hippie Dude:
I've seen that look before, the glazed over eyes... The blank stare. He's high man, I swear! [/center] Gnarfllinger licks his chops at the chance to excert his dominance a little more and picks Cathy up from the ground where he rests. He lifts Cahty high above his head, befre resting him in the Torture Rack position. Slowly and menacingly, he rocks his body, jumping up and down to try and shake the Tom-Cat into a submission, and Cathy yells out with each movement, his back contorting unnaturally. With the torture rack locked in, Cathy seems to wake up from his daze, the pain triggering him. With a quick thumb to the eye, the Butcher drops Cathy hard on the mat, releasing him from the Torture Rack. The Tom-Cat lands with a thud, but begins moving instantly to scramble to his feet. King Bear:
Wel, I guess not every cat lands on his feet... Moving away from the veteran, Cathy manages to claw his way back to a vertical base, but is soon met by Gnarfflinger locking him up in a Collar and Elbow tie, pushing the rookie around the ring dominantly. Not wanting to be treated like a rag-doll, Cathy slaps Gnarfflinger's arms out of the way and drives an open hand into the veteran's throat like a knife. A gagging sound eminates from Gnarfflinger, his hands reaching for his throat instinctively. With the well placed Throat Thrust working well, Cathy intercepts te Butcher's left hand, stopping it short of its journey to the Butcher's throat. He grabs the Butcher's left wrist with his own right hand, twisting it behind the Butcher's back while he stands in front of him. With his left hand, he wraps it around the Butcher's arm and twists the veteran's limb to put pressure on the Elbow. With the standing Key Lock aplied, he kicks out the Butcher's right knee, taking him off the vertical base. Now with the leverage advantage, Cathy wrenches the arm more, focusing on the shoulder and elbow joints of the Butcher. The Butcher lets out a deep yelp, his face screwing up like he just ate a slice of lemon. The pain is clear in his eyes and Cathy's face changes to a look of determination, uttering unheard words to Gnarflinger as the Key Lock continues. King Bear:
A modified Front Hammer-lock RHD, also known as a Key Lock. I tell you what, Cathy might only be able to win by submission, but this could be it right here. The Key Lock as a dangerous, dangerous move
Random Hippie Dude:
That arm can only take so much. He's gotta either give up or get it dislocated. I had a dream like that once, had to make a choice.
King Bear:
Let me guess... You chose the weed?
Random Hippie Dude:
Woah man, how'd you guess. Are you, like, telepathic or something. You can read minds?
King bear growls quietly, not gracing the question with a response. [/center] With the Butcher's free hand, he reaches out to the rpes, but they are too far away to get a rope break. Cathy tightens the hold, twisting the arm some more to add even more pressure on the elbow joint. With his added leverage, the Tom-Cat stands above the Butcer, his teeth gritted once more as he tries to coax the veteran into submission. TBC Gnarfflinger OOC: Is that green better, I changed it to make it lighter. |
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Post by gnarfflinger on Aug 4, 2008 8:07:15 GMT -4
OOC: Yes, that green is much better. Thanks.
The Butcher wriggles to little avail in an attempt to escape the key lock. Eventually, the Butcher gets closer to the ropes, but Tom-Cat reefs back hard--allowing the Butcher to come back with a thumb to the eye of his opponent.
KB: The Universal escape, right there.
RHD: Try explaining that to the drug testers...
Kingbear swats Random Hippie Dude...
Tom-Cat tries to move in on the Veteran, but Gnarfflinger responds with a kick to the targeted knee. The Welshman staggers as his vertical base is threatened. He starts again, and takes a second kick to the knee, nearly buckling it. As he tries it again, the Butcher moves in, lifts on the good leg with his good arm. It is not elegant, but it does force his opponent off his feet. The Veteran applies a figure four leg lock further tormenting the fresh faced rookie. The Rookie rolls the hold, but the Butcher realizes what he's doing and keeps the momentum going, causing a 360 degree rotation instead of a 180. Though Cathy is back in the hold, he is able to grab the ropes, forcing a break of the hold. The Welshman pulls himself out of the ring to get a break from the torture that teh Butcher is inflicting on his knee.
TBC: Tom-Cat.
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Post by Tamatoa Harikoa on Aug 4, 2008 20:10:42 GMT -4
Desperately, the Tom-Cat drags himself out of the ring and out of harms way, using the ropes to escape the cutches of the staunch veteran. Heashes to the ligtly padded floor outside of the ring, falling on his back. Gnarfflinger simply laughs heartily at the situation, watching the Tom-Cat scamper away from him. Some of the crowd begin to laugh along with him, jeering and pointing at the rookie. Random Hippie Dude:
What are they laughing at man? Have they been into my secret stash? Oh man!
King Bear:
Ignoring my broadcast partner, that was either a cowardly move or a very smart move on behalf of Tom-Cat. It gives him time to rest and recuperate. That knee dos not look good at all! [/center] Indeed, Cathy is lying on his back, his hands clutched around his left knee. He tries to stand, but uses his good knee to carry most of the weight. Slowly, he limps along towards the ring, placing one hand on the ring apron to steady himself, the rest of his body doubled over beside the ring itself. Wit his eyes staring at the EVPW logo printed on the ring apron, Cathy gets an idea, lifting up the apron to reveal the bracings and foundations of the ring hidden underneath. He sticks his free hand in between two of the bracings, knowing exactly wat he is looking for. After a short search, he pulls his hand out, satisfied with its contents. In his hand he holds a wooden basebal bat, nothing flashy or stunning, but damned effective in the right hands. The logo gorged into the head of the bat reads "Genuine Louisville Slugger", and the Tom-Cat pats it with the and that was propping him up on the ring. He limps around to face the ring, only to see Gnarfflinger rushing towards him in a baseball slide. The Butchers feet sail dangerously close to Cathy's head, but he is able to move just enough for his boots to pass without hitting him. Gnarfflinger holds onto the ropes to aviod sliding out of the ring, and his leg brushes into Cathy's head, knocking him back a little. Still, the damage was not as severe as intended. The Tom-Cat readies his bat and swings at the legs hanging out of the ring, but the veteran pulls them back in to safety, and the bat crashes against the side of the ring instead. With bat in hand, Cathy slides into the ring. King Bear:
The veteran almost took Cathy's head off with that baseball slide... Kinda ironic don't you think. An eye for an eye?
Random Hippie Dude:
But the rookie had Cat-like refexes there and got out of the way, man. He was like, like me... Back in the 70's, I could move like a cat.
King Bear:
Sure you could.... Are you sure you aren't just dreaming that too? Like te time you thought I stole your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then you realised you dreamt the whole thing up. [/center] As soon as the Tom-Cat slides into the ring,. Gnarfflinger begins to lay into him, stomping on every fresh inch of his body. He aims for Cathy's hand to break the grip on the bat, but Cathy moves it out of the way, so the Butcher stomps on nothing but mat. Seeing an opportunity fro the erratic stomp, Cathy sweeps out the Butcher's legs with his own feet and the veteran comes crashing to the ground. As quick as he can, the Tom-Cat gets himself back to a vertical base, as the Butcher does not appear to be too far behind him. Gnarfflinger swipes out again, loking to yank the bat out of Cathy's hands, he grabs a hold of the end of the bat and pulls it his way. Cathy plants a well placed kick to the abdomen of Gnarfflinger and the veteran reeases his hod on the bat. With Gnarfflinger reeling, Cathy uses the bat on his opponent for the first time, swiping out at one of the Butcher's knees. With a resounding "CRACK", the bat connects right on the kneecap-joint. The Butcher lets out a grunt of pain and his knee buckles slightly as he shifts the weight to his good knee. Cathy swings the bat again without warning and hits the Veteran's other knee. The bat connects with another sickening "CRACK", and Gnarfflinger this time lets out a low yel of agny. With both of his kneecaps targeted, the Butcher falls onto his knees like a giant oak tree being chopped down. He stands in a strange sort of execution pose, looking up at Tom-Cat and ready to lash ot. King Bear:
He just knee-capped the Butcher. This is some real underground shit right here!
Random Hippie Dude:
He definately looks like he had done that before!] [/center] With his opponent watching his every move, Cathy fakes an attack, hoping Gnarrflinger would take the bait. Ever so slightly, the Butcher flinches from the fake, and it is enough to throw him off guard. Cathy drives the end of the bat into Gnarfflinger's throat, but catches him by the hair before the Butcher falls backwards. The Throat shot causes Gnarfflinger to gasp for air, a strange gurggling sound eminating from his mouth as he is held upright. Cathy places Gnarfflinger's forehead on the end of the bat, with the bat hanging above the mat. With his free arm, he wrenches the Butcher up to his feet. The Butcher yells out from the movement, but te Tom-Cat takes no notice, instead, he doubles the veteran over, his head resting on the bat that now stands on the ground. With the ruthlessness of the street enforcer he is, Cathy lifts up Gnarfflinger's head, before slamming it back down on the end of the baseball bat. A sickening thud resounds from the strike, as Gnarfflinger falls backwards to the mat, almost in slow motion. His eyes are closed as he falls, his face screwed up from the force of the blow. He lands awkwardly, his knees bent at a uncomfortable angle. His hands come up to reach his forehead in a reflex action, after which he lies relatively still, his chest heaving slowly with each painfull breath. King Bear:
Nos Da! Or good-night as the Welsh would say. My god! Thats an exection style blow right there.
Random Hippie Dude:
I knew the tom-Cat was a feared mob strong-man, but I had no idea ust how ruthless and cold he was. He did tat entire sequence unfazed. He did not even bat an eyelid!
King Bear:
Robot-like... As if he had done that a thousand times before. Just more people watching this time. This Thomas Cathy is one dangerous son of a bitch, thats for sure. [/center] Cathy remains emotionless and cold as he looks down at his opponent, who lies almost peacefully on the mat. Satisfied with his actions, he tyakes the bat and slides it under the Butcher's chin. Using both hands, Cathy wrenches up on the bat, forcing Gnarfflinger's head up. He puls up as hard as he can, gritting his teeth in an effort to get Gnarfflinger to quit. Gnarfflinger's face turns from a look of peace to concern as the hold is locked in. The Tom-Cat stands above him, wrenching his head and neck upwards unnaturally. The hold remains even as Gnarfflinger's arms swim around in search for a way to break the hold. TBC Gnarfflinger |
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