Thomas Cathy vs. Crazy Boy (cage match.)

[Liam]

Making his way from the locker room Cb stops for a moment and looks around him. Assistants, cleaners and various under paid support bustle along the hallways going about there own business seemingly ignorant to the wrestler. Eventually coming to the stairs which lead to the main entry stage, if you can call a tattered old made at home style curtain an entry. CB shakes his arms loosely with obvious pain in his right shoulder before stretching his neck. Given up by Linkin Park begins to play, sounding rather crackly over the almost antique pa system.

<>Lizzie Mornah<>
Ladies and Gentleman. The next exciting match of the evening will be a cage match. The rules are simple, there is none. The aim is to beat your opponent so bad you can escape, or if the opportune moment arises get a pin fall. Introducing a man we all love to hate, he hails all the way from parts unknown. Weighing in tonight at a lean two hundred and twenty five pounds and standing at six feet and two inches ... Crazy Boy !

<>Jimmy Pate<>
Welcome cow girls and cow boys to yet another great match this evening. I am Jimmy Pate and co-commentator tonight is none other than Devin Bozz.

<>Devin Bozz<>
Have we got a great match for you lined up. A cage match between two men I have been waiting a long time to be in the same ring.

Dressed in a reasonably new attire of deep red wrestling tights, a black shirt which states " Crazy Boy, his own worse enemy". The only original article of clothing is his snake skin boots that reach half way between his ankle and knees. Looking around while adjusting his bandages on his arm he can see banners of various sarcastic comments like " Of coarse you are you're worse enemy ... YOU SUCK ! " and " You blinked first !!" all though some are more positive. Walking with a confident stride in his step Crazy Boy is half way down the make shift aisle before he stops to acknowledge some fans close enough to smell the bad food of the EVPW cafeteria on there breathe.

<>Devin bozz<>
I just hope the injuries Crazy Boy sustained last week do not interfere too much with his match tonight.

<>Jimmy Pate<>
Well if they will Devin, it will only be a matter of time to find out. This is a very brutal match, his injury will be a big red target and knowing how smart his opponent is tonight he will capitalize on every chance he gets.

<>Devin Bozz<>
One thing for certain Jimmy. Careers will be shortened and lives changed after this one.

Gazing around him at the cozy audience in the small yet spacious arena Cb focuses on the cage which appears to be shoddily put together by chicken wire and left over fence posts. An obvious chuckle of bemusing thought comes over him as he sings the theme song of Pink Panther. His neck silently cracking as he stretches side to side, The Crazy One takes his first step as he makes his way to the ring. Turning to his side he sees a fan with a small notebook and pencil. With a smile on his face he happily signs the notebook. The teenager in response looks at the name, and not being who he hoped for quickly uses the pen to scratch over the name. Shrugging as he thinks " Oh well his loss " he continues to walk the aisle. Once at the squared circle Cb stops at the steel steps and climbs to the apron. A sound can be heard as his theme song begins to skip before coming to an abrupt end as the old pa just seems to have given up.

Pausing for a moment in frustration he takes an ipod out of his pocket he presses play, but the battery also seems to have gone flat. Grudgingly he continues to walk, an obvious frustration in his poise as he stops beside the ring. Bowing his head in silent prayer Crazy Boy places his right foot on the second rope before placing his left in the ring and entering. Walking around the ring he gazes at the cage wondering if it could even hold in a duck let alone two people wrestling. Pacing around the ring Crazy Boy poses a little receiving a mixed reaction from the small yet loyal audience, then turns to await Thomas.

Tbc Thomas C.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

He doesn't have to wait long, as morse code is soon heard bleeping out of the PA system, the lights flashing to match the morse-coded message. A lightly distorted guitar strums the introduction to Thrice's Image of the Invisible, signaling the arrival of the Welshman, Thomas Cathy.

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A rapidly interchanging light display flickers throughout the Lockdown Hall throughout the verse of the song, the entire arena pulsing in between red and green lights, symbolic of the Welsh flag.

"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"

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As the chorus kicks in, the hall is engulfed in a bright white light that illuminates every inch of the building, the ring, the entrance ramp, and every row of EVPW fans that have crammed into the hall to see the show. Thomas Cathy can be seen standing at the top of the ramp, his hands on his hips, looking down the ramp towards the imposing sight of a solid steel cage surrounding the ring. A slight nervous shiver shudders down his spine as he thinks about his very first legal cage match, however the cold, unforgiving steel is an all too familiar sight to his eyes.

"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"

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With a deep breath, he takes the first step forward toward the ring. His expression shows a look of determination, but his eyes remain cool and uncaring. He is not swayed by the screaming of the loyal fans that he has gathered over his short time in America, nor is he bothered by the fans that gaggle of fans that continue to yell abuse at him as he makes his way to the ring. In one corner of the arena a small contingent of fans happily parade around, a Welsh flag held high in admiration for the Tom-Cat. The Tom-Cat stops for a moment and salutes his countrymen before continuing on his long trudge to the ring.

Lizzie Morna:
And his opponent for tonight... He hails from the rough streets of Cardiff, Wales.
Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Thirty Five Pounds and standing Six Feet, Three Inches tall.

He is the Tom-Cat... Thomas Cathy!

Devin Bozz:
The Welsh fans have turned out in deafening numbers tonight to support their country's hope in EVPW, and why not. This young man has had a very, very impressive start in the business. He has taken down some of the biggest names and his list just keeps getting bigger.

Jimmy Pate:
Yeah, don't worry, I know. I can hear his fellow Welshmen behind me yelling it at the top of their lungs. They are a bloody vocal lot... FREEDOM!

Devin Bozz:
Ah, JP... Thats a Scottish thing, not Welsh. Cathy is not Scottish, in fact, I'm pretty sure you just offended his entire support crew.

Jimmy Pate:
Hmmph. Scottish, Welsh, Irish, English... They're all the same right?

Devin Bozz:
Folks, I'm going to have to ask you to excuse my co-broadcaster's ignorance. He is from Texas after all. Now, lets just focus on the match.

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As Cathy reaches the ring, the flashing lights glint off the walls of the cage, catching his eye. Slowly and respectfully, he approaches the ring, running his hands along the steel boundaries of the cage almost lovingly, his mind reflecting on his past life. The memories come rushing back to him at the cold touch of the steel, his eyes close for a moment or two as he trips down memory lane.

"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"

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When he opens his eyes again, he looks through the cage walls and into the ring, focusing with cold eyes on his opponent. He steps forward, the stage hands helping him through the door of the cage and into the ring. As the door slams shut behind him and the lock clinks into place, the reality of the match finally sets in. Both men are trapped inside, the only way out is through the other person. The men begin circling, like vultures to the prey as the Image of the Invisible fades out, partway through the breakdown of the song. Now the stage is set, the fans are vocal and all are ready for the match. The ambiance of fan chatter and cheering is set in place as Crazy Boy and the Tom-Cat size each other up.

Jimmy Pate:
Yeehaw! Right on Bozz, here we go!

Devin Bozz:
There is something about a cage match that sets it apart from most other match types. Add some steel mesh walls around the ring and some of the toughest superstars break down.

However, this should be a very good match. Both of these men are no strangers to the cold, unforgiving steel of a cage. Crazy Boy has been around long enough to know exactly what to expect tonight, and he is brash and cocky enough to let everybody know that.
On the other hand, we have a man who made his name for himself fighting in the underground. The steel cage is like a second home to him, and just looking at him, he treats it with respect.

Jimmy Pate:
Yeah, the only thing that the Welshman is not used to in a cage match is escaping the cage. I've seen those underground matches you speak of Bozz. Winner take all, and the winner is the last man standing. Hell, if Cathy can make it there, there is no telling what could happen here tonight!

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Almost in sync with each other, both men lunge forward at their opponent, locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie. As they struggle for the advantage in the hold, the Tom-Cat is tossed into the wall of the cage, his shoulder meeting the steel. The force is not enough to break the hold, but Crazy Boy does manage to gain an advantage and whips the Welshman harshly back into the steel wall again. This time Cathy is driven head first into the cage and he stumbles backwards, stunned. Crazy Boy runs at the ropes, bounding off them and lunging back at the Tom-Cat. He hits him with a running Knee Strike, wrenching the Welshman's head down to meet his rising knee as he passes through. Cathy's skull cracks into CB's knee and he falls to the ground, clutching at his forehead from the onslaught.

By all stretches of the imagination, the match had started, and Crazy Boy seems to have gained control of the early momentum. He circles around his opponent, looking for an opportunity to extend his early advantage in the match...

TBC CB

[Liam]

Waiting for his opportune moment The Asylum escapee spies his opening when Tom Cat covers his eyes while taking a deep breath. Attempting to pick his foe up by the arm, it is however Crazy Boy who is caught of guard by a smart ruse from his deviate opponent. Taking advantage Tom Cat quickly punches the stomach of Crazy One then jumps using the momentum with his size advantage wraps his arms around the neck of the aerialist and drops him in a crafty modified DDT. The match now fluctuating in advantage of the street brawler who quickly picks up his arm, twists the wrist causing The Asylum Inmate to howl in anguish before Thomas jumps on it in an arm breaker type move that connects to just below the elbow. Screaming out in misery while holding his lower arm Crazy Boy listens to the roar of the audience who so far are behind Tom Cat. Coming almost from out of no where a drop kick finds it mark as if guided by an unknown force and connects with a THUD ! to the ribs of Crazy One.

::Devin Bozz::
Impressive dropkick from the ropes there by Tom Cat. Crazy Boy would be lucky if a rib was not broken after that.

::Jimmy Pate::
If not broken, he would be at least feeling that for a week.

Just as Crazy Boy gets back to his feet BAM ! lined up sweetly by Thomas who throws them both at the ropes with an impressive cactus clothesline. The only thing keeping them in the ring is the cage which Asylum Inmate is driven into spine first causing large red welts to appear on his back. Immediately following up Tom Cat grabs a handful of hair and rakes Crazy Boys face along the cage receiving a chorus of chairs from a few of the fans. Unexpectedly Thomas is surprised by a elbow that drives into the temple sending Tom Cat staggering back wards as he grumbles under his breathe. Following up Crazy One with a burst of adrenalin sprints towards his foe rolls towards Tom Cat extending his leg which connects with the chest throwing him backwards off balance before he falls to his butt. Furious, yet winded Thomas gets back to his feet leaving both staring down the other at opposite sides of the ring anger and frustration rising in there eyes.

::Devin Bozz::
This match is as close as it gets. Both are very similar in every way except for there obvious weight difference and style of fighting.

::Jimmy Pate::
It's kind of like two bears in the woods fighting over a picnic basket, one a brown bear the other a grizzly. Who is going to come out on top could be anyones guess.

Walking towards the other both are soon locked in a test of strength as there raised hands connect. Thomas clearly having the best of his foe starts to force him to his knees by twisting the wrist and pushing down with his weight, but is quickly thrown down by a devious monkey flip by Crazy Boy that causes him to land with a slapping sound as his back connects to the old shabby canvas. Ignoring the pain as much as possible that jolted his nerves Tom Cat wildly kicks his feet in a state of hatred of Crazy Boy and somehow his feet graze the already injured shoulder. Jumping back in pain The Dude is grabbed by the elbow and raises him to a military press position struggling to hold him above the height of his head before slamming him shoulder first to his knee. Crazy One begins to roll and squirm around the mat in extreme pain as his wounds in his shoulders begin to weep. Like a shark drawn to blood Tom Cat takes immediate advantage and hammers a boot hard to the injury making his opponent scream in distress that only excites Thomas even more. Roughly picking him up by the wrist, Tom Cat Irish whips the Asylum Inmate heavily to the cage. As Crazy Boy ricochets off the ropes Tom Cat nails him by rebounding off the ropes before wiping him out with a pounce that sends him crashing back to the mat, Crazy Boy once again holding his shoulder as he feels the inflictions like an electric shock going through his body.

::Jimmy Pate::
I have seen Crazy Boy take a beating like nobody's business, but the past few weeks we have seen his shoulder targeted by a very cunning yet dangerous Rhaps. This may well be the beginning of the end for this superstar in tonights cage match.

::Devin Bozz::
It may well be the end right there. Tom Cat can be a very brutal wrestler, he's like a dinosaur at lunch time ... take no prisoners and eat every thing in site. [ trails off laughing ]

Tbc Thomas.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Crazy Boy had skidded to an abrupt halt against the wall of the cage from the vicious Pounce that had taken him clean off his feet. Cathy plays through the move again in his mind, the satisfaction of striking another man down at full pace not quenching his lust for pain quite enough. The Tom-Cat carries his momentum through the move and grits his teeth as his shoulder drives up into the ribs of his opponent, dropping his to the ground so that CB lands on his already injured shoulder.

As Crazy Boy struggles to lift himself off the mat, clutching his shoulder tightly to brace it, the Welshman strolls towards him ominously with a ruthless, menacing grin on his face. He appears comfortable in his surroundings, ready and willing to dish out punishment and pain. Grabbing his opponents by the injured shoulder, he yanks him upright to his feet, amids protest from Crazy Boy that falls on deaf ears. He lifts Crazy Boy up, holding him up under his arms so that He is looking up into the pain filed eyes of his opponent. Cathy has his back to the cage wall, his experience in similar situations giving him the instincts to know his surroundings.

Cathy falls backward, launching Crazy Boy over his head in the process so that CB is fired like a human cannon, head first into the unforgiving steel.
The crowd lets out a collective "OOH" as Crazy Boy comes to an abrupt halt, his forehead smashing into the cage wall. With no forward momentum, CB falls like a stone across the ring ropes. He lands abdomen first across the top rope and rebounds awkwardly to the mat, landing back first. His hands clutch at his forehead this time, the steel cage imprinted on his face. Cathy stands to his feet, feeling the adrenaline and momentum coursing through his veins, the match in his grasp for the moment.

Devin Bozz:
This is a cage match Jimmy, there is fifteen feet of steel on all four sides of the ring. He who controls this match will need to use the steel walls to their advantage.

Jimmy Pate:
The Welshman looks like he has been in this kind of setting before. He knows exactly what flesh and bones meeting cold, hard steel feels like. And now Crazy Boy knows too.

Devin Bozz:
You talk about Crazy Boy as if he has never been inside a cage before. He has been around, he is a veteran of this whole scene. Rest assured, Crazy Boy has sure as hell tasted steel before tonight!

It is going to take more than flinging him into a wall to beat him...

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His relentless in-ring attitude sees Cathy remain focused on his opponent, even as Crazy Boy looks like he is in no position to fight back. Cathy grabs Crazy Boy by the back of the head with both of his hands and drills it into the wall of the cage again, scraping along the wall backwards and forwards. He listens to his opponent screaming and writhing in agony and his hands tighten in a vice around Crazy Boy's head, pushing his skull into the wall with even more force. Crazy Boy reaches behind himself in desperation, his arms flailing in wild sweeps.

To his good fortune, Crazy Boy manages to catch Cathy, clawing a thumb into his eye in desperation. Cathy breaks the hold to check out the damage, blinking furiously as he tries to will away the stinging in his eye. Crazy Boy ignores the pain in his head to the best of his ability and swings around, socking the Tom-Cat directly in the face with his fist and knocking the Welshman onto his back.

Devin Bozz:
Cathy shows his amateur side a bit there, being caught out of position a little. Crazy Boy was able to break the hold which a veteran would have had scouted and moved accordingly.

Jimmy Pate:
It is just as well for Crazy Boy, because the Welshman looked like he was trying to put his head through the cage wall there.

Devin Bozz:
Well its not quite cheese, but it does look like Cathy may have grated some skin off in the process. I see a trickling of blood now, not a good sign if you are a Crazy Boy fan.

Jimmy Pate:
It may as well be a target painted on his forehead. That makes two openings for the Welshmen to capitalize on how, the head and the shoulder. you have to wonder if that was a game-plan he had coming into this.

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Feeling the blood begin to fall down his face, Crazy Boy brings one hand up to check, and pulls it back coated in his own blood. Perhaps the sight of his own blood was a wake-up call, or perhaps it angered him, but his body language instantly changes. He picks his shoulders up and reaches out to the Tom-Cat, who is still dazed from CB's well placed right hook.
Grabbing the Welshman's head, he places it roughly between the cage wall and the bottom rope and holds him in place for long enough to set himself up. He pushes on the rope from both sides, trapping the Tom-Cat between the rope and the steel cage wall. The grip of the ring rope tightens around Cathy's neck and he gasps desperately for air, his once cold and uncaring eyes now wide open and searching. He looks for a way out, his arms and legs flailing like a fish out of water, but his efforts seem in vain as Crazy Boy pushes tighter, chocking the Tom-Cat between the rope and the wall of the cage.

Jimmy Pate:
Use every part of the ring to your advantage tonight Bozz> Yeehaw!

Thats something you don't see every day!

Devin Bozz:
And I'm sure this would be a new experience for the youngster from the streets f Cardiff. He's never really had to deal with ring ropes before, and until tonight, I don't even think he would have thought about it too much!

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Still, Crazy Boy applies pressure to the hold, knowing that there is no five count to break up his momentum tonight. Cathy will have to find a way out of the choke if he is to find a way to turn the match back in his favour...

TBC CB

[Liam]

Savoring the gagging, choking desperate sounds that plead for oxygen Crazy Boy soon gets bored of holding his foe tangled among the ropes. As a final gesture he drives a well aimed left boot to the lower cranium of Thomas. Throwing his arms to the air, hands clenched tightly he taunts his opponent receiving a mixture of boos and approval. Roughly wrapping his right arm around Tom Cat who is still undecided to hold his throat marked by the ropes or hold the back of his head is still gasping short of breath. Tom Cat lazily fights to free his neck from the arm as Crazy Boys second arm hammers a fist to the bridge of Thomas nose causing immense agony as the Asylum inmate throws him mercilessly to the canvas. Curled up in an almost fetal position Tom Cat has his arms covering his face while mumbling an incoherent insult under his breath. Crazy One for in control of the match begins to look around as memories consul his inner fears about cage matches. Dragging Cathy by the feet towards the cage Crazy Boy begins to get a twisted smile on his face as a idea springs to his mind.

::Jimmy Pate::
If memory serves me correct, you do NOT want to see the next part of this.

::Devin Bozz::
Memory or not Jimmy, he is looking at that cage with twisted look on his face while dragging an already beaten Thomas towards it.

::Jimmy Pate::
Thomas is not the only one, Crazy Boy is also pretty well beat up. His arm still weeping, while his face has a fair amount of dried blood as well as dry matted blood through his hair.

Propping Tom Cat along side the cage forcing his hands to hold the dangerous steal, Crazy One draws breath as a plan finally comes together in his mind, stepping back slowly whilst still facing his foe Crazy Boy reaches his arm behind him and while still stepping back he finds the rope. Closing his eyes for a second with his head bowed as if in silent prayer, his right foot followed by his left he sprints towards Catchy, at the last moment he he launches in the air left leg extended and aims towards the side of his head. With a quick shake of his head Tom Cat begins to feel anger taking over his at the last second sees a foot coming towards him, merely by instinct alone he manages to grab the leg near the thigh and using the momentum of Crazy One running towards him spins around throwing his opponent back first into the cage. With the cold steel not having any give Crazy Boy connects smashing his spine against the cage causing red welts to appear as he crashes to the mat, his head bouncing somewhat awkwardly off the ropes. Staggering away from the carnage, cobwebs still clouding his mind Thomas snickers to himself as he steps back to regain his thoughts and composure.

::Devin Bozz::
MY GOD. Crazy Boy may have been broken in half by that counter from Thomas who seemed to have a sixth sense.

::Jimmy Pate::
I do not tend to believe in that sort of thing to easily. That was sheer experience and instinct from Tom Cat. Now we will see the match once again change favor. Lets see if Thomas can now use his advantage and end this brutal match.

Thomas Cathy cracks his neck side to side as he shakes his arms enjoying the chance to regain his breathe. Looking over at Crazy One who is laying in a weird position partly laying on the ropes while wedged between them and the cage. Cathy casually walks over to his opponent who is clearly in pain, places his right foot on the second rope and uses it to launch before dropping a knee to his opponents left leg which is on the first rope. The impact twisting the calf to an odd angle causing Crazy One to scream out while clasping for his lower leg. A smile beseeching the appearance of Tom Cat at the pain he is causing just seems to fuel him even more. Once again using the ropes to his advantage he grabs hold of the top rope, both hands clenched tightly and forces his right boot to the lower spine of Crazy One pushing his foe hard into the cage. A last moment thought Cathy drives a knee to the ribs making the Asylum Inmate squirm on the canvas while howling in extreme agony. grabbing his foe by the hair with his left hand Tom Cat forces the struggling self proclaimed Crazy One to a vertical position. Taking three steps back while still holding the head Cathy launches forward while his right foot leaves the mat. Finding its mark Thomas drives his foot into the lower cranium, at the same time forcing his cheek into the unforgiving steel, Crazy Boys teeth cutting into his own cheek.

::Jimmy Pate::
I have never seen such a brutal Yakuza Kick, especially from Thomas. It seems we are seeing another side of this young and talented superstar.

::Devin Bozz::
He is certainly showing his experience and ability to improvise o cause his opponent serious pain.

::Jimmy Pate::
Yeah, and I do not know how much more of this Crazy Boy can take, look as Tom Cat is still not releasing the hold. Using the ropes to his advantage to put even more force as if he is trying to push Crazy Ones face through the cage.

::Devin Bozz::
Would that count as escaping if Crazy Boy is forced through the cage ? .. [ Trails off laughing ]

Tbc Thomas
[ooc. Sorry it took so long to post, I been pretty busy in r/l]

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

The big Welsh boot continues to crush Crazy Boy's head into the side of the cage, a menacing growl eminating from the jowls of Cathy as he grits his tteth to inflict as much pain as possible in the hold. Crazy Boy, in desperation, manages to get a elbow strike placed beautifully at the back of Tom-Cat's knee, causing the leg to bend enough for him to crumble to the floor, right beneath the ropes.

In frustration, the Welshman stamps down on the Crazy One's exposed flesh. He gets one boot to the shoulder before the more experienced Crazy Boy rolls oput of harms way, making the Welshman's face turner anouther shade of red in frustration. With his cheeks looking flushed as bright as the dragon on the Welsh flag, Cathy turns on his heel to face his opponent, who is struggling to get to his knees. He rushes over toward the Crazy One, looking for another Yazuka Kick, but his opponent manages to duck under his incoming leg and sweeps the Welshman's feet out from underneath him. The mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd continue as the momentum swings back toward Crazy Boy once more. He scrambles to his feet, quickly targeting in on the Tom-Cat as to not waste the advantage.

Devin Bozz:
And the match seems to be vaguely in the clutches of the Crazy One again. If he can keep the pressure on, this could prove the turning point in the match.

Jimmy Pate:
The Tom-Cat may have bitten off more than he can chew this time Bozz. This is not a match that one usually finds himself in within two months of entering in the wreslting business.

Devin Bozz:
But then again, this is not your average youngster... Cathy has defeated some of the biggest names in the business. Desperado, Human Wrecking-Ball, Gnarfflinger... twice. And the list goes on.

This kid from Wales will keep going until he hits the proverbial glass ceiling.

As quick as lightning, Crazy Boy leaps toward his opponent and reaches his hand up underneath Cathy's chin in a Tongan Death Grip. targeting a vital nerve and pressure point just above the throat, the effects of the move become instantly obvious, as the young Welshman begins to struggle for breath and the colour begins to fade from his face. Moving his body around to maximise the effectiveness of the move, the Crazy One keeps the hold locked in tight, delighting himself in the gaggin cries that now escape the lips of the Tom-Cat.

As the Welshman begins to fade, Crazy Boy cradles him like a baby, turning him onto his back. Knowing that the only way to win ther match is be escape or pinfall, the Crazy One coaxes the Welshman's shoulders toward the mat. ONce both shoulders are down on the mat, and with the Tom-Cat's attention on breaking the hold and regaining the air supply to his brain, Crazy Boy tries to steal a win, and the ref slams his palm onto the mat to count the pin...

1...

2...

His hands slam down in relatively quuick succession, but the Welshman realises his opponent's trick and kicks out soon after the count of 2. An especially loud section of the crowd lets out an almighty roar at the decision, as the Welsh flag is waved frantically in approval. Cathy is still in the match, but still well within the grasps of the Tongan Death Grip.

Jimmy Pate:
Bozz, tell me how that is not a choke! That looks like a choke to me!

Devin Bozz:
Well first of all, he is not applying pressure to the windpipe, more to a pressure point on the upper throat, so it is not technically a choke.

And secondly, even if it was... This is a cage match JP, it is all legal and all good!

Jimmy Pate:
So, the fighting Welshman has got to find some way out of this move or he's toast?

Devin Bozz:
Precisely, and the sooner the better really.

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Drawing all his remaining strength, the Tom-Cat manages to wedge his fingers underneath the Death Gripped hand of Crazy Boy and one finger at a time, he works at pulling the lethal hand off his throat. First the thumb, then the index finger, then the other three folow in quick succession, allowing the Welshman to roll away safely. He still clutches at his throat as he struggles to his hands and knees, gasping for air like a fish.

The Crazy One sees his opponent's weakened state and scurries over to him, lifting him up to a vertical base by the scruff of his neck. He Irish Whips the still dazed and battered Tom-Cat into the corner and rushes forward at him, kicking him in the ribs with a right boot. The Welshman holds onto the turnbuckle firmly as to not fall to the ground, but the Welshman's face tears itself up in pain from the effects of the move. A sickening smile spreads back across Crazy Boy's face and he lifts a stunned Thomas Cathy up onto the turnbuckle. Cathy sits on the tunbuckle, his head down as if he were asleep, unaware of the dangers that face him.

The Crazy One climbs to the second turnbuckle, lifting Cathy by his underarms till he is in a standing position, facing inwards to the ring. With the Welshman safely propped up against the cage, Crazy Boy turns to face inwards to the ring, lifting Cathy up onto his shoulders. Only now with the sudden jolt upwards does Cathy open his eyes and realise what danger he is in, as he looks down to the ring from about 15 Feet in the air.

Jimmy Pate:
When you are up that high, there is only one way to go and that is down. Down, down, down! Yeehaw!

Devin Bozz:
The only question is who is going down first. Crazy Boy has some sick and demented idea in his head, the Tom-Cat is going to have to pull the cat out of the bag to get out of thisa one... Excuse my pun.

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Crazy Boy leans forward to leap from the turnbuckle, with Cathy sitting on his shoulders, but in the process, the Tom-Cat had managed to grab the top of the cage with both hands and is hanging on for dear life. With the unexpected resistance, Crazy Boy simply falls forward and faceplants into the mat, drawing a gaggle of laughter from the fans, that only serves to piss him off more. HE launches himself to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle once more, so that both him and the Welshman are standing on the top turnbuckle, exchanging blows the whole time.

The Crazy One targets Cathy with a wild right fist, but the Welshman pulls himself up and out of the way, using the cage for leverage. The crowd cheer as he gets closer to the top of the cage, closer to escaping, but Crazy Boy soon pulls him back down to the turnbuckle. They continue to trade shot after shot, each one making the other man more and more wobbly atop the turnbuckle, until the Tom-Cat kicks the Crazy One out of nowhere in the ribs, causiung Crazy Boy to double over in pain. The quick thinking Tom-Cat decides to throw caution to the wind and scales the wall of the cage quickly, nearing the top with one arm over the other side of the cage. Crazy Boy realises the situation and grasps at him, but is unable to grab a hold of the ankle he was swiping for. The Tom-Cat nears closer and closer to victory.

With a last ditch effort, Crazy Boy scales the cage next to The Welshman, grabbing him by the wrist to stop his opponent from climbing to victory. When both man are hanging high above the ring, they simultaneously climb onto the top of the cage. Both men are standing high, trying to find their feet. They each in turn face each other, knowing the victory cannot be complete until they are the only man left standing on the cage.

Devin Bozz:
JP, this right here is the turning point in the match. Wjhatever happens next will more than likely decide the outcome. And the beauty is, I have no idea whats going to happen. This thing could go either way!

Jimmy Pate:
Well, I tell you one thing Bozz. If the Tom-Cat pulls this one out of his hat, I will personally buy him a pint of Guinness to make it go down sweeter.

Devin Bozz:
Uh, Jimmy, Guinness is an Irish Beer, not Welsh. Thomas Cathy is Irish, not Welsh... for the last time.

Jimmy Pate:
What, the Welsh make beer?

Wow... Um, ahem, back to the match. These men have seen eye to eye tonight. It has been a great match so far, and by the looks of it, it is about to get a whole lot better too!

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TBC