Desperado Vs. Vlad

[Desperado]

'Enough is Enough and it's time for a change'
Desperado's voice echoes through-out the WNG arena as the lights go dim.

You ready?

…

Lets go!

‘Remember the Name' by Fort Minor plays.

::[Lizzie Morna]::
"The following match-up is to be of Desperado's choice, … making his way to the ring, ... hailing from Brooklyn, New york, ...standing 6'2", ... Weighing in at 212lbs, ... He’s the Technical Toxic, … The High-Flying Hunk, …The Deadly and Dangerous, … Desperado."

He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be win whether it's a match or a fight
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em'
He knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story
Makin' sure his game stays up
Try to put him down and he’ll make you fuck up

::[~~Jimmy Pate~~]::
"Desperado choosing the match-type. Coming from someone who has seen him wrestle for quite some time. I know for a fact that he is gifted in the techincal and submissions department and from where I see it, it's most likely going to be a submissions match. What do you think Ray? ... Ray?"

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::[~~Ray White~~]::
"Uh, ... What? Can't you keep quite for a moment. I've just been given one of the worst dilemma's. Two of my favourite, most sexy superstars are facing off and I don't know who to be cheering for. I'm not sure if I should be grateful that th two are going to be competing together or be afraid that one might kick the other one's ass."[/color]

::[~~Jimmy Pate~~]::
"Well hw about I make it easy for you. Desperado is most likely going to lose anyway so you go on cheer for Vlad. That way you wont be dissapointed in the end."[/color]

Desperado breaks through the entrance curtain, his long black gown draping the floor, the golden lining shining under the flashing lights of the camera's. He moves through the sides of the screaming fan as he advances to the ring making boxing actions as if warming himself up for the match.

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he made his way up from scratch
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on who he’s fightin‘, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artiste

He reaches the steel steps and climbs them one by one in rythmitic steps. He stops at the top. Desperado then tilts his head back, removing the hood to reveal his psychotic smile and lifts his arms to his sides. The lights suddenly go back to full strength. Desperado removes his gown and lets it drop to his feet before entering the ring in his black trunks with silky golden stripes along with his matching black and gold boots. His hands are strapped with white tape whilst tribal tattoo's cover most of his upper arms and spreading across his shoulders to his back. A lot of cuts and bruises are present on his body from the numerous amounts of extreme matches.

It's just ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Desperado stands in the center of the ring with a mic in hand. He looks around at the arena before moving the mic to his lips.

::{~~Desperado~~}::
"So they put me up against Vladimir once again. Just like the time of my debut. They never believed I could do any harm to their undefeated warrior. The Champion, king of death-matches. They didn't give a fuck if it was my debut match. They just signed me up for a death-match against non other than Vladimir himself. Was I afraid, ... HELL NO!"

Desperado begins pacing up and down the ring.

"You see, I didn't come to this industry to play games. No. I wanted to compete with the best and that's what I got, right from the start, from the word go. When Vlad thrashed me about the ring on those deadly thumbtacks, it was an experience I had never had before but I didn't give up. I carried on fighting till my last ounce of energy was gone. I gave Vlad a good run for his money when I kept coming back at him every time he knocked me down. I was watching the tape last night when after the match was announced and I thought to myself, ... What has become of me."

Desperado looks around at the crowd as the listen intentively.

"I'm sure, as of late, you must be wondering what has happened to the once so mighty Desperado. The man that reached the neXus death-match final four not once but twice. The only man to do so. I had lost the will to fight, the will to pick myself back up after I fell down. The only reason I would show up every night was to vent my anger on my opponent's. Once that was down, and the adrenaline rush was over, I just let my opponent take the match. Just like last week against Jake. I bust him open, beat him down yet I didn't have the will in me to go all the way and pin him."

Desperado pauses and begins to look down at his feet showing disappointment of his late runnings in EVPW. He lifts his head and speaks in a confident tone. Determination showing with the frowns on his forehead.

"But you know what? After watching that match against Vlad, it burned up a new fire within me. A fire that will force me not give up. One that will push me to my limits. I didn't come to wrestling for the money, nor did I come here for the fame. I enjoy kicking a few asses here and there but that's not why I joined GHW or EVPW. I came here to win and be the best I can be and so far I haven't done much. Tonight, it changes. I am going to push my self to the limit. A limit even Vlad will find hard to defeat. I don't promise that I'll defeat him cause that would just be a talk of fantasy rather than the reality that surrounds me. But I can gaurantee something, I will fight him until I can't fight no more.

I bet your still wondering what match I'm going to pick. Well it's pretty easy for me and you guys should have guessed by now. I want a rematch of the Thumbtack Death-Match I faced Vlad on my debut. I want to show him how far I have come since then. So Vladimir, are you up for the challenge?"

Desperado awaits in the ring for Vladimir to make his way out.

TBCB Vlad[/center][/color]

[Vladimir Strife]

'People Hate Me' clods the airway as lights flash down across the entrance. The purple glove clad hand of Vladimir Strife strikes it and whips it out of the way, clearing his path as he steps out to a chorus of disapproval.

"And his opponent... from Sighisoara, Romania... weighing in at 234 lbs... he is VLADIMIR STRIFE!"

Vladimir slinks his way down the ramp, pacing around the ring before grabbing a microphone from ringside. As he begins to talk, he walks up the steel steps, standing on the apron of the ring.

"Ah, Desperado! It's been a while. Let's see, when WAS the last time we met in the ring? The SCW match maybe? Hell if I remember who all was in it... Maybe the Hardcore Games with Rurouni Kenshin? Either way, I recall that no matter when we fight or what kind of match, it always seems to reestablish one simple thing..."

Vladimir makes his way through the ropes and into the ring now, looking at Desperado with a cocky grin on his face.

"You never give up. No matter how much punishment I dole out... no matter how much I throw at you, you just refuse to stay down. Good quality there, don't ever lose it. In fact, I'd go as far as to say you're one of my favorite guys in the back to wrestle. You say you want thumbtacks... by god, someone give this man thumbtacks!"

Vladimir smiles as he hands the microphone off to an attendant and waits, he and Desperado relaxing in opposing corners as techies bring out garbage cans filled with thumbtacks rather quickly, EVPW apparently always keeping a fresh stock.

TBCB Desperado

[Desperado]

Desperado looks around at the technical staff as they place four cans of thumbtacks. One placed under each turnbuckle. He takes a deep breath, showing signs of both fear and concern. Perhaps reminding him of the suffering he went under, the first time around. There is wide smirk across Vladimir’s face as he explores Desperado’s expression and smiles to himself at his opponent’s courage and stupidity. The referee watches both men standing opposite ends of the ring. Vlad is resting himself against the ropes, with his hands wrapped around them to support his back. He appears calm and ready for anything Desperado throws out at him. Desperado however seems almost the total opposite. Uneasy on his feet as he jogs up and down. Trepidation as clear as the sweat on his face. The referee signals the bell giving the two superstars a go-ahead to commence the match.

::{~~Jimmy Pate~~}::

“Would you just take a look at Desperado. He doesn’t look ready for this at all. He’s dreading to face up to Vlad. After taking a look at how calm Vladimir was about this whole match thing, it has taken a whole lot of confidence out of Desperado. All the confidence he had built during his speech before Vlad made his way out seems to have slipped away.”

::{~~Ray White~~}::
“Well who wouldn’t lose their cool in the presence of greatness, the King of Sexiness, Vladimir T. Strife.”[/center][/color]

Desperado takes a deep breath and moves into the centre of the ring. Vladimir noticing Desperado advance pushes off his resting position and rotates him arms around the shoulder in clock-wise motion followed by anti-clockwise. Desperado looks Vlad in the eye and his nervousness immediately turns into an expression of determination gunning for revenge. The two lock up in the centre of the ring with immediate results for the fans. Desperado grips Vlad by his trunks and judo flips him over his front leg, tagging on to bring himself above his opponent as Vlad falls flat on his chest. Gripping Vladimir’s neck with his right arm, Desperado applies a quick choke-hold. Vlad struggles to pull his hands through to his neck as they remain trapped besides his body as Desperado lay on top. With no intentions on Desperado’s mind of letting go, the referee is forced to begin the countdown to disqualification which brings about the release of Vlad’s neck. A frustrated Vladimir immediately retaliates with an elbow to Desperado neck as both men lift themselves off the floor. The elbow also collides with Desperado’s chin in the follow through leaving him with a choking sensation in his throat as well as a knocked back effect. With his back still towards Desperado, Vladimir is in no position to block off the incoming instant response from Desperado, coming as payback for the elbow strike. The kick puts Vladimir off balance as he crashes on the ground once again but this time he gets back up as quick as he fell down.

Desperado takes a step back to recover from the choking throat as Vlad also uses the chance to conjure up the script for the next scene of the match. Desperado has other plans as he moved closer to one of the four trash cans. He takes a look into Vlad’s eyes as if about to perform a dangerous dare. Desperado puts his hand inside and brings forth a fist full of thumbtacks that overflow to the floor below. Desperado releases his clenched fist to let the remaining thumbtacks to simmer through his hand and air before scattering across the mat. A smile appears on Desperado’s face as he looks from the ground and towards Vladimir who seems very familiar to having thumbtacks on the ground. Desperado loosens himself up and prepares for the worst as Vlad begins to advance towards him.

::{~~Jimmy Pate~~}::

“A huge mistake Desperado made by choosing this match-up and then scattering the thumbtacks all over the ring. At least there are only a few for now but each tack contains a lot of pain. I can sense the fear in Desperado. Vladimir however, doesn’t seem affected at all. I think having fought in so many Death-Matches and reigning King of the Death-Match champion for such a long time, it all seems too familiar to him.”

::{~~Ray White~~}::
“That look on Vladdy Pooh‘s face also seems very familiar to me. It looks like he’s about to have some fun.”[/center][/color]

Desperado charges forward with the thought of meeting Vlad with a shoulder barge but is left in disappointment as Vladimir coolly sidesteps to his right whilst sticking his leg out to catch Desperado at the precise moment to send him sprawling onto the thumbtack covered floor. A cry of pain is heard from Desperado as he scurries himself off the ground and onto his feet. A few thumbtacks can be seen stuck on his chest whilst a couple are stuck on each hand. Desperado picks out the one’s that were fused into his hands as his eyes flare in anger. Vlad is out to him at once. A left and right are too quick for Desperado to stop but the left following up is stopped in mid-air by Desperado. He smashes a left of his own into Vladimir’s cheek-bone following it up with a smack of the knee into his chest and a head-butt that sends him into a daze. Desperado is left with a simple takedown to finish the combo, landing Vlad onto as many thumbtacks as possible. With Vladimir still below him, Desperado takes the opportunity to say a few words of trash before trapping him in a vortex of fists to the face.

It takes a heave from Vladimir to knock Desperado from above him. Desperado is quick back onto his feet and is immediately onto Vlad as he struggles to lift himself back up under an onslaught of non-stop stomping. Vladimir rolls out of the way and onto his knees. Desperado approaches with a shining wizard but finds himself at the wrong end of the pain factor as Vlad manages to grab hold of his leg and slams right into the thumbtack covered canvas. Desperado scowls in agony as three thumbtacks are shown stuck to his face in various places whilst many others have found refuge on the front of his body. Vlad, now on his feet reacts to Desperado’s previous attack in ruthless fashion. Grabbing Desperado by the lock of his hair, he lifts his opponent onto his feet before swinging him right into one of the trash cans filled with thumbtacks. Desperado crashes into it stomach first into the steel rim. However, he manages to hold himself from tipping into it. His effort doesn’t make much of a difference as the former King of the Death-Match champion ensues by smashing Desperado’s face into the tub full of tacks. His head swims amongst the bucket-loads of thumbtacks. A small amount of which are found clinging onto his skin as Vladimir pulls him out for some air and to show him off to the crowd.

::{~~Jimmy Pate~~}::

“Ouch, that must have stung like mad. I don‘t believe it could get any worse than this.”

::{~~Ray White~~}::
“Actually, I knew a friend when I was a kid who once had a bee-hive fall onto him and was stung all over his face by a number of bee‘s, or was it wasps. Can‘t exactly remember. Wait, … Oh yeah, I remember, It was only one bee and they exaggerated the story to whole hive. Never mind that then.”

::{~~Jimmy Pate~~}::
“Anyway, this match is seeing quite a few quick ups and downs with times where Desperado was in charge and times like this where Vladimir looks comfortably in control.”

::{~~Ray White~~}::
“That‘s what you get with experience. He is so used to kicking ass, Vlad finds nothing else as easy and comforting.”[/center][/color]

Not content with the damage, Vladimir decides to take Desperado in for another dip. Desperado having endured enough pain the first time around, decides he won’t be going under a second time. He grabs hold of the lip of the trash can and hangs on firmly matching his strength against the push of his opponent. Vladimir realising the possibility, lets go of Desperado’s head and pulls back on his shoulders instead. The switch of momentum not only pulls Desperado back but the grip on Desperado’s hands on the trash can carries it along. The trash can tips to one side, dispensing its contents onto Desperado in a stream of pain before dispersing all across the grid of the ring. Vladimir can only stand back and watch in amusement as Desperado wriggles and wrathers in woe shaking off the copious amounts of sharp, tiny metal that are wedged into his flesh.

TBCB Vladimir

[Vladimir Strife]

Vladimir, not content with letting his opponent have all the pain, smiles with malicious intent. A small step forward and the King springs up from the mat, pulling his arms away from his body before crashing down chest to chest against Desperado, tiny metal teeth grinning crimson as they bite down into their flesh. Both men roll around in pain, eyes shot wide as adrenaline pumps into their veins to cope with hundreds of of tiny stabbing sensations. Oh, how they added up quickly. As Desperado begins his way back to his feet, Vladimir rolls out of the ring, looking down at his pin cushion body, his apparel now polka dotted in silver. Desperado grabs the trashcan, looking down into it to see what remained of its contents. He makes his way across the ring, holding onto the handle and bottom of the cylinder before thrusting it forward, tossing the tacks across the upper body of the EVPW co-owner and the audience members behind him. Screams fill the air as patrons raise up and begin pulling tacks from their hair and clothing, none hurt worse than painful scratches from passing points.

JP: HOLY SHIT! Desperado just covered not only Vlad, but the front row behind him, in thumbtacks!!
Ray: I smell a lawsuit!
JP: Shut up, you moron!!

Vladimir is leaned against the barricade, the close proximity force of the attack having been enough to leave several tacks hanging from his flesh. He turns on his heels quickly, more angered than hurt by it all. His sight is obscured however, his foe eclipsed by the form of the trashcan as it comes crashing down on the Czar of Scars, a crash-like bang emitted through the arena. He drops to one knee, the dented can landing at his side, a crater punched into it's surface via his skull. Desperado has completely taken the offensive and extends his advantage, rushing the ropes and diving through them. He meets the King with his forearm out in front of him for protection, driving into Vlad's chest as a human missle. Strife's blasted back into the metal railing, forcing it back and into the shins of a few unlucky fans. Destiny's preacher spills out on top of him, the two sprawled out on the mats.

Vladimir, worse for wear of the two men, is on the ground still after Desperado has recovered and the Stone Orchid alumni helps him to his feet forcefully. He shoves Vlad into the side of the ring, propping him up while he pulls the curtain beside him up and ganders beneath. While his hand wanders across kendo sticks, a ladder and several steel chairs, his prey begins sneaking away, walking slowly towards the announcers table. A quick glance over and Desperado notices Vlad's disappearance. He looks up and quickly follows after him, trying to stop him before he can get his hand on a chair or the ring bell. Vladimir lurches across the announce table, looking like he'll fall over. He's pulled away though suddenly, Desperado yanking him back and spinning him around. Vlad's arm lazily flies toward him, holding the bottom half of an opened stapler in his grip. The top lets out a loud clap as it slams down on Desperado's scalp and embeds a staple in it.

JP: Can you say ouch!? Desperado just caught a stapler to the head and that couldn't have felt very pleasant.
Ray sits beside him wide-eyed like an awe-struck child, his jaw slack.
Ray: Vlad used my stapler...

Desperado runs his fingers over the thin strip of metal before digging at it, trying to pull it free, inflicting more pain to himself. As he begins to get annoyed at being unable to remove it, Vlad takes his mind off of the subject with another swing of the makeshift weaponry, stapling the flesh of his shoulder to the muscle beneath. A yelp of pain escapes him and GHW's residential bully takes him by the scruff of the neck and slings him into the timekeeper's table, nearly knocking Lizzie Morna over as she dodges the incoming Desperado. The podium with the ringbell is knocked askew, leaning against the announcers table. Vladimir quickly pulls him back from it, but Desperado fires back with a hard kick, nailing the crotch of the undefeated wonder. Vlad backs into the ring, Desperado taking control as he grabs him by the shirt and pants and rolls him into the ring across a sea of thumbtacks.

The Legend is on his feet in no time, making no haste in getting away from the thumbtacks. Desperado climbs the steel stairs and comes in through the ropes, not wanting to feel the sharp sting any more than he already has. Showing more confidence now, Desperado grabs Vladimir by the wrist and whips him towards the turnbuckle, placing his palm to his back and pressing his straight forward. The 5 time champion grabs the ropes, making an abrupt halt and preventing a collision with the trashcan. As he looks back, Desperado is closing in fast, rushing him to drill him into the barrel of tacks. Vladimir leaps up, allowing his legs to go over Desperado's head. He pushes off of the ropes and lands on his feet behind his opponent, turning around and pointing to his temple as an indication of his superb intellect. Desperado has grown since their last encounter however and stops himself short of the hazard as well. When the King turns back around with the intentions of picking the scraps, Desperado drops down and trips Vlad's ankle with one boot, kicking out his knee with the other. Strife goes fact first down into the top of the can, pulling away quickly and laying on the canvas in agony.