El Conajo Blanco vs. Thomas Cathy vs. Jake Diamond

[Jake Diamond]

Jake’s Contract: evpw.proboards91.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=269

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The audience is patient and respectful but still on edge from the matches of the night. Well aware of the incoming main event, they know they're in for quite the match with three of Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling's top stars headlining. Their anticipation is finally put to an end when a still somewhat surprisingly familiar riff echoes throughout the arena. The entrance tunnel fills up with sparks and the silhouette of Jake Diamond appears through it.

“If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I've got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one!"

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Jake Diamond energetically bursts out of the tunnel to an overwhelming ovation. Wearing long black wrestling pants with numerous designs all over them and a vest covered in signature insignias, Jake brushes back his long, shaggy brown hair with his hand and slyly smirks proudly into the audience with his emerald green eyes. With the chants of his name heard from the audience Jake, as typically as ever, runs from side to side of the small Lockdown Hall entrance stage playfully taunting the fans as he goes. His added eagerness is obvious since, for yet another time in his short but stellar career, he is the challenger for a companies top title.

Lizzie Morna: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and is a triple threat match for the Imperial Title!"

Jimmy Pate: "This is quite the main event ladies and gentlemen! I mean not only do we have the number one contender, Thomas Cathy, facing off against the champion, El Conajo Blanco, but we also have the man who is currently undefeated in EVPW, Jake Diamond, thrown into the pot! I'm expecting to see these styles compliment each other nicely with a combination of pure brawling, unique aerial maneuvers, and undeniable technical abilities!"

Ray White: "You may be excited but I'm ecstatic! I'm sure Vladimir will be watching to see if El Conajo Blanco and Jakey Pooh can coexist together as a team even though it is a free-for-all... I don't think they can do it and I'm more than certain that my little Pussycat will come out on top!"

Meanwhile, Jake begins to walk down the entrance ramp in his signature cocky strut, pointing finger gun gestures playfully at the audience and randomly yelling confident but just as hilarious comments. He stops at the center of the entrance ramp and spreads his legs slightly apart before lowering his head. He slowly raises both his hands high up into the air, forming the shape of a diamond in the middle of them, before swiftly and sharply bringing it down. Still without any pyros, Jake doesn't seem to notice or care anymore as the wild fans who continue to cheer in approval at the no-nonsense competitor, only to further expand the grin which is spread halfway across Jake’s face. The large grin, however, doesn't falter whatsoever even when the thought of beating El Conajo Blanco to a pulp crosses his mind.

LM: “Introducing first; he hails from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds! He is The Savior of EVPW! Ladies and gentlemen, he is 'The Future' JAKE DIAMOND!"

Jake continues to make his way down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of nearby fans on the way, Jake reaches the steel steps to the ring and energetically rushes up them and hops over the ring ropes with ease. Similar to that of Shawn Michaels, Jake does a quick spin to reach the middle of the ring before immediately shooting his arms out to his sides in his signature crucifix pose. If that wasn’t enough, a single simultaneous burst from the turnbuckles explodes, only expanding Jake's smirk when he thinks about how good of a deal he gets at the locale fireworks shop. Jake removes his vest and hands it off to the official in the ring. Now beginning to pace in the ring in anticipation, Jake already has his key strategy developed as he prepares to face the man he decided to fight against the Kingdom with and the talented brawler whose style almost clashes perfectly well with Jake's. Jake suddenly goes wide-eyed and his classic demonic and sadistic grin spreads across his face, possibly developing a more psychotic game plan to use against the two men he faces. With his mind set on victory and title goal, Jake realizes he'll do anything to win. Anything at all...

RW: "I'm worried Jimmy, I mean what would happen if Jake won the title cheaply from El Conajo Blanco? What would that say of his bond with The New Coven?"

JP: "It would probably say the same thing I've been saying for months; Jake always has been and always will be a heartless and relentless man. He doesn’t care who he beats or how he does it as long as he gets the victory! Although, being undefeated himself at the moment, I suppose he more like Vladimir than ever before…"

TBCB: ECB or Tom Cat

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

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As Jake winds up his entrance, his eyes narrowing back into his head and the confident smirk remaining on his lips, his music begins to fade out. The crowd begin to cheer in anticipation for the next challenger in the match in the brief moment of silence between entrances.



After afew seconds of waiting, the morse code beginnings of Image of the Invisible by Thrice causes the PA speakers to bleep into life, winding up into the song with a lightly distorted guitar as the verse begins. The lights dim down at the start of the song, as a scattering of searchlights sprinkle around the arena, darting amongst the fans playfully. Red, White and Green the lights flash, the symbolic colours of thew 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."

As the chorus hits, the figure of Thomas Cathy bursts into the arena, jumping out into the flood of light that simultaneously floods the arena with light as the song erupts to fill the arena with sound. The crowd give him a warm welcome, knowing that this is the biggest match of his career to date. The smile on his face and spring in his step sees him jig down the entrance ramp with his armsa outstreched, excited to be in a title match. His usual cold and icy exterior is momentarily surpassed weith the joyous emotion of the match.

"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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Jimmy Pate:
Thomas Cathy... The Tom-Cat. Perhaps the underdog going into tonight's main event. He's young, he's inexperienced, but he is the Number One contender Ray, and that is not something you are just given.

Ray White:
He has earned the status and pride of being the number one contender, but that plaes in comparison to having the belt around your waist. And with a cute accent like that, I'd like tjo have him around my waist JP!

Jimmy Pate:
Im going to ignore that comment Ray, just watch your mouth there son. The Tom-Cat might be the dark horse in this match though, thats for sure. He is still undefeated in singles matches. His only loss in EVPW history came from a tag match, that ended up as a 3-on-1 handicap.

Ray White:
He's been flying below the radar allright, the quiet achiever. Every week he knocks out another big milestone.

Jimmy Pate:
He destroyed Crazy Boy last week, he has the veteran Gnarfflinger the Butcher's number, he has beaten the Human Wreckingball. This wonder streak has to end sometime, the only question on my lips tonight is... Is tonight that night?

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Happy with the positive reception that he has recieved, with his very vocal Welsh support crew waving their bright flag proudly as their hero steps confidently toward the ring. He greets people as he goes, obviously estatic to be in the main event tonight and with the opportunity of gold at his hands. Lizzie Morna takes the time to introduce him as he makes his way down the entrance ramp.

Lizzie Morna:
And introducing second... Weighing in tonight at Two Hundred and Thirty-Five pounds. He hails from the rough streets of Cardiff, Wales.

He is the Number One Contender for the Imperial Title....
The man known as the Tom-Cat, Thomas Cathy.

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As the song continues to boom out of the speakers around the arena, the Tom-Cat gets closer to the ring. He walks with a confident spring in his step, eyeing up Jake Diamond now for the first time. Both of his opponents tonight will be a new challenge for hjim, unknowing their capabilities and tendancies aside from what he has seen in tapes. He sizes up the supremely confident looking Diamond, noting that he is a worthy adversary that should not be taken lightly.

"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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He takes the steps to the ring, slipping in under the top rope as Jake looks on intently. He moves closer to Jake, his mind now far removed from the showmanship he showed earlier. Now he looks determined, now he looks cold, unrelnting. Now he looks like he usually does.

Jimmy Pate:
Well this will be the fight of his life, and only time will tell if he's got the goods to get the job done...

Ray White:
Oh, well he's got the goods...

Ray is cut off mid-sentence as JP comes in over the top of him

Jimmy Pate:
Yes, thank-you Ray, thats nice.

Jeez, gotta be careful what you say round here!

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The Tom-Cat rolls his neck on his shoulders a little, cracking the joints in his neck, then cracking his fingers in preparation. Patiently, but still intently watching each other, he and Jake Diamond wait for their opponent to show.

TBC El Conajo Blanco

[TPK/Acid]

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Thomas and Jake stand in the ring and glance at one another occasionally ready for just about anything at this point when suddenly Icky Thump by The White Stripes hits whipping the crowd into a frenzy. the song continues for a few seconds before Blanco and Trix make their way from behind the curtain, Blanco's attire this week is baby blue and black. Trix and Blanco stand atop the stage for a few moments and wave to the fans before heading down the ramp and toward the ring.

Lizzie: And introducing next hailing from Wonderland, he stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and thirteen pounds being accompanied to the ring by Trix El Conajo Bllllllanco!

JP: And here comes The Imperial Champion set to make his first title defense, but you have to think with the level of competition he faces here tonight that his title is looking like it's in danger of switching hands.

Ray: Yeah and I hope the hands that hold that title at the end of this contest belong to my oh so cute Thom-Cat, meow.

Blanco and Trix make their way down the ramp slapping hands with as many fans as they can on the way, they reach the end of the ramp and share a brief embrace before Blanco heads up the ring steps and Trix heads over and sits next to JP and Ray at the announce booth.

Trix: JP...Mrs. White whats up dudes?

JP: Hey there Trix, glad you could join us for this match up. I'd really like to get your thoughts on something, are Jake and Blanco going to be able to co-exist in there?

Ray: Yeah, fat chance there Jimmy!

Trix: Ray do you ever shut up? Anyway, to answer your question JP...I don't know, but hey it's all part of the game, Blanco even told me backstage if he loses to Jake he is going to be a man about it and hand him the title personally so even if they don't quite get along during the match it's all good. Frankly I expect it to be an all out war because you just don't hold back when a belt is involved but thats just my way of thinking.

Blanco steps through the ropes and nods toward his opponents before walking to mid ring and removing his belt from his waist, he pats it and holds it in the air before gently handing it to the ref who in turn hands it over to the time keeper for safe keeping.

TBC

[Jake Diamond]

Before the bell even rings, signaling the beginning of the match, Jake and Tom-Cat already get under the same page and pounce onto El Conajo Blanco from either sides of him. With Thomas nailing him high with a hammer blow and Jake hitting him in the gut with a knee, The White Bunny drops to the mat holding his head to stop the barrage. Unfortunately the onslaught continues as Jake uses his martial arts background and kicks ruthlessly at Conajo’s ribs while Thomas uses his street sense to bombard his head with violent punches which is when the ring bell finally sounds off. At the drop of a hat, the two jumpers turn on each other almost as if the bell unleashed something inside of the other. The two styles definitely do prove to compliment each other as Thomas begins to throw wild and almost random punches at Jake, while he carefully attempts to block each punch and counter with a kick to Thomas’ legs. With the continuous block-hit mindset of both men, the crowd wildly gets behind both hoping for one to legitimately knock out the other. The brawl ensues only until Tom-Cat forces Jake against one of the sets of turnbuckles and begins to unload on him, delivering punch after punch to Jake’s torso and face.

As the punches on Jake continues, El Conajo Blanco looks up just in time to see Thomas Cathy cease the barrage and instantly grab his nose before falling butt-first to the mat. Seeing Jake grab his forehead and shake his head, The Imperial Champion knows immediately that The Future had to headbutt his way out of the rather one-sided situation. Also seeing his opportunity, El Conajo jumps up to his feet and charges at Jake in the corner and plants a vicious high knee to his face. In a similar fashion to the Welsh Wrestler, Jake Diamond drops down to a seated position against the turnbuckles and sits looking directly into Tom-Cat’s face.

“That’s why El Conajo Blanco is the current Imperial Champion you know, because he can capitalize on any situation! Wouldn’t you say so Jimmy?”

“Well I sure wouldn’t! My poor little Jakey Pooh’s face can’t take much more damage or else he might have to start wearing a mask, kind of like that freak you call the White Bunny!”

“Ladies settle yourselves. This is still obviously a wrestling match but there is no need for name calling, let’s just watch it and enjoy it while finding out if there will be a new champion in EVPW, understood?”

“”Loud and clear dude, just make sure that Jimmy stops being such a Prima Donna!”

“Oh, that’s it you bitch you’re going down!”

While Jimmy Pate tries to restore order in the announcers’ booth, the referee seems to be having similar problems separating the three men. During the brief “fiasco” involving Ray White and Trix, Jake and Thomas Cathy had managed to get back up without much hassle from El Conajo Blanco and a three-way brawl had ignited. The random storm of fists flying ended when the solid unity of The Coven proved to be strong following two simultaneous standing dropkicks from ECB and Jake. Looking down at Tom-Cat then back up at each other, both members of the Coven get a grin on their face (El Conajo Blanco’s not revealing from under the mask but it’s undoubtedly there) and the obvious competitive spirits in both men suddenly begin to show. Both men charge off of the parallel set of ropes to either side of Thomas Cathy only for Jake to connect with a standing leg drop and El Conajo Blanco connects with a standard double knee drop both landing consecutively onto the Welsh Warrior. The competition doesn’t stop there as both men kip-up easily to their feet only to drag Thomas Cathy up to his. Jake starts off by hitting a snap kick to the back of Thomas’ right leg while El Conajo Blanco responds by connecting with a kick to the ribs. Now grinning wildly like a jackal, Jake decides to raise the bar slightly and nails a spinning backfist to Tom-Cat’s face while The White Bunny hits the slightly more impressive Enzuigiri to their little “test subject”. Now fed up at this point, Jake decides to end it by running off a set of ropes, only to have his partner in crime bounce off the other set of ropes across from him. Before a stunned Thomas Cathy can realize what’s going on, Jake’s signature Busaiku Knee Kick is driven brutally into the middle of his face while, at the same time, El Conajo Blanco hits a low dropkick to the back of his knees. The sickeningly limp way Thomas collapses to the mat not only sends the audience out of their seats but also respond with an uproar of cheers in approval.

With both men taking the time to stand side-by-side looking down at their beaten opponent, they nearly forget that they’re against each other too. Jake realizes this first and quickly reminds El Conajo Blanco of the scenario after hitting him with a cheap shot in the form of an eye gouge. With the champion blinded, Jake uses his opening to swiftly jump onto his opponent’s shoulders only to bring him down to the mat with a hurricanrana. It doesn’t end there; however, as Jake keeps the grapevine applied around El Conajo Blanco’s neck and pulls one of his opponent’s arm through the grapevine before rolling onto his back, tightly applying the triangle choke.

“It appears that Jake not only was willing to cast the first stone but to cast it with authority! The ‘Second City Savior’ is renowned for his mixed martial arts influenced submissions and targeting his opponents head to set them up for the easy finish, and it looks like he’s not willing to skip a beat against his Coven counterpart!”

“Jake’s good and he has beaten El Conajo Blanco once, I’ll give him that, but it’ll still take more than a few submissions to beat him! El Conajo learns every single night and if Jake expects to win with a tactic he’s used numerous times, he’s going to be burned!”

“Burned my ass, he’ll be lucky to breathe after my sexy little Jakey’s legs get through with him…”

“Settle down, both of you! Trix makes a good point as does Ray, but we can’t forget about the third man in this match now can we? Thomas is deadly enough when his opponent remembers that he’s there, never mind the fact that Jake’s seemingly forgotten all about him!”

Jimmy Pate proves to be right once again. As Thomas Cathy dizzily tries to get to his feet, Jake keeps the triangle choke tightly applied on the champion still with his back turned to the third participant. Now beyond impatient, Jake decides to take his submission a step further and begins to throw a few vicious elbows directly to the top of El Conajo Blanco’s head, resorting in the fans to chant out “Jake’s gonna kill you!” like the bunch of rabid bloodthirsty fans they are. Thomas Cathy catches the early second wind he desperately needed to break the submission and charges at an unsuspecting Jake and boots him in the back of his head. Feeling the pain rush down his entire body instantly, Jake doesn’t seem to care and, instead of breaking up the move, screams loudly and tries to force it in tighter. Not willing to have any of this stubborn attitude, Thomas winds up and spikes the toe of his wrestling boot into one of Jake’s neck vertebrae and pushes, finally getting him to release the submission on the champion. Jake tries to blindly fight back at this point but a clubbing blow to the back of his neck ends any plans he had. Thomas Cathy quickly pulls Jake a few centimeters away from a nearly unconscious El Conajo Blanco and covers the man known as the Future. The referee drops down to the mat and, as the fans anxiously stand and see if they’ll be a new champion, begins his pin count.

TBC

[TPK/Acid]

The ref gets into position and checks the pin before going into his count, he manages to barely get two before Jake somehow managed to rocket his left shoulder off of the mat breaking Thom-Cat's pin attempt. Thomas sits back on his heels and lowers his head briefly before quickly returning his attention back to Jake Diamond who is scooting away from Thomas, both men get to their feet and focus on one another as Blanco manages to get himself on all fours unwittingly turning himself into a table right behind Thomas, Jake sees this and immediately rushes and places both of his palms into the chest of the Thom-Cat causing him to stumble back and fall back over the down Rabbit catching both of them by surprise and getting the fans riled up.

JP: Can't say that Jake and El Conajo Blanco planned that little maneuver there but it worked regardless.

Ray: Leave it to my little cutey wootey Jakey Poo to do something so utterly fabulous! I'd like to take a bite out of that cute little...

Trix: Jesus Christ man! Do NOT finish that sentence or so help me i'll hurt you.

Jake shrugs his shoulders and smies his oh so cocky smile as Blanco pushes himself to a stand and cocks his head to the side before turning to face the man who just tripped over him, he turns back toward Jake but before he could see what was going on Jake quickly thrust his right foot forward landing it into the gut of Blanco doubling him over. Jake then pulled his opponent's head in between his legs and lifted him up holding Blanco's back next to his chest, he then locks his arms between the legs before quickly dropping to a sit ramming the top of ECB's head deftly into the mat. Just as Jake looked like he was going to go for a pin attempt Thomas Cathy got back to his feet making Jake quickly alter his strategy. Jake and Thomas both lunge at one another and place their hands on the others shoulder, they push against one another but neither man is seeming to have much of an advantage, the battle of strength vs strength rages on for a few moments and when it is clear that it is going nowhere the two men break away from one another, Jake thinks fast and leaps into the air aiming both feet at the chest of the Thom-Cat but gets side stepped and lands on his side next to him.

JP: Nice move by Jake Diamond but Thomas Cathy was expecting it this time, and it appears as though El Conajo Blanco is finally starting to come around after that...devastating craddle pile driver he received from Jake Diamond just moments ago.

Ray: Oh, fantastic and here I was hoping he was paralyzed for the rest of his life...tough break for me I guess.

Trix:*Frogs Ray's shoulder* You know you sure have a big mouth there Ray...but i'll just let it slide because I know you really don't want to fight me...anywho yeah that was quite the move by Jake Diamond. He just was not able to capitalize on it.

Thomas turns away from Jake and crouches down and waits on The Rabbit Warrior who is now using the ropes to get to his feet, he gets up and turns toward Cathy who starts to run toward him but gets his feet pulled out from under him by the ever present future. Jake gets to his knees before pushing off of the mat and getting up to his feet. Jake smirks at Blanco and cracks his neck before looking down at Thomas and then moving his arms down toward him, ECB takes this signal as a sign to do something and quickly backs up into the ropes before firing himself toward Thomas and flipping into the air and aiming his back at Thomas, he lands squarely before shooting quickly up to his feet and getting put right back down as Jake snaps to the side and lands the bottom of his right boot into the face of Blanco making a huge smacking noise that resonates throughout the arena. Jake wastes little time and falls on top of Blanco as the ref quickly slides over and checks the pin.

Trix: Shit, that had to hurt...I have to admit I did not see that one coming and I highly doubt El Conajo did either.

JP: I would venture to say that the only one who saw that move coming was Jake Diamond himself, that kick had some oomph on it as well, I don't know that The Rabbit Warrior will be able to get up after that.

Ray: He doesn't even HAVE to get up if Thomas Cathy has anything to say in the situation you know...he may be down but he is in perfect position to break up the pin.

TBC

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

The crowd let out a collective "OOH" at the impact of thehuge kick from Jake that almost took ECB's head right off the shoulders. Excitedly, the fans begin to chant along with the ref for the pinfall that follows.

1...

2...

Before the ref can get his hand down to the mat for a third time, the pinfall is broken up by the flying body of the Welshman, Thomas Cathy, who charges at Jake Diamond to stop him from winning the match.

El Conajo Blanco groans and holds his hands up to his head, still reeling from the huge kick that caught him on the chin. With the champion temporarily incapacitated, Jake and the Tom-Cat turn their attention once again onto each other. Each knows that it will take alot to win this match, and each knos that they are willing to jump through hoops to get the win. As the Tom-Cat is standing above Diamond, he uses the height to his advantage, locking Jake into a headlock and lifting him to his feet from behind. Jake struggles for breath, the headlock shutting off the supply of oxygen to his head. Cathy tightens the hold firther, walking Jake on wobbly legs towards the center of the ring, yet holding him up on his feet. Ever so slowly, he feels the energy sap from Jake's body.

Ray White:
Its almost like a lover's embrace, JP. BUt I bet it doesn't feel romantic right about now.

Jimmy Pate:
Thats about as close as you'll ever get to a lover's embrace Ray. The Welshman is looking to drain the life out of his opponent, bit by bit.

Ray White:
Much like marriage right Jimmy? Saps the life out of you, bit by bit?

Trix:
What in the hell would you know about marriage nancy boy?

Slowly, Jake's arms stop flailing about in protest. He begins to stop fluttering about like a floundering snapper and begins to look more and more like a retired sheep-dog, his arms begin to droop, his legs loose their sense of balance. Finally, the hold is broken as El Conajo Blanco trips the Tom-Cat up from behind, causing him to drop Jake to the mat as he topples over. Jake crumples to a heap, while the Wleshman looks to scamper quickly back to his feet.

ECB beats him to a vertical base and swinging round to hit the Welshman with a spinning heel kick that catches him strongly across the cheek as the young import staggers to his feet. The force of the heel kick knocks the Tom-Cat off balance slightly, but he remains strong and shakes off the effects of the foot across his face as quickly as he can. In the mean time, El Conajo Blanco scurries away towards the rope. Linking one move into the next, ECB springboards off the ropes and hurtles through the air back at Cathy, who turns just in time to see his opponent flying at him.
Out of instincts and reactions alone, the Tom-Cat catches ECB in mid-air across his chest. Holding the weight of both him and El Conajo Blanco, he stuggles to maintain his footing. Using the strength in his legs, Cathy plants his feet properly and stands tall, straining his face in the effort, till he is holding ECB in his arms.

The Tom-Cat swings El Conajo Blanco around his back and drives him down onto his waiting knee, driving the smnall of ECB's lower back into the bone of his knee in a Catatonic Backbreaker. The crowd collectively lets out another "OOH" as El Conajo Blanco crashes into Cathy's knee and bounces to the ground, fluttering like a bird who had just had its wings clipped. Cathy feels the momentum soar his way as the effects of the Catatonic unfold in front of his eyes.

Jimmy Pate:
Yeehaw!
Catatonic Backbreaker... Thomas Cathy shows up some impressive strength to catch the flying El Conajo Blanco in mid-air.

Ray White:
He cut Bunny-mania short with that shot, showing everybody what he brings to the table. Every move he does is done with the intention of hurting his opponent. He doesn't do anything by halves.

Trix:
Am I the only one that sees right through this guy?
I was there when he lost his first match. I was there when he got beaten up by a pack of women. Number one contender? What a fucking joke!

Jimmy Pate:
Well, somebody is a little cranky tonight. Thats allright though, I like feisty women.

Trix:
Shut your pie hole cowgirl... You don't even know how to handle a proper woman. You're almost as sad as Ray. I am sick to death of you two loosers.

Now feeling in control of the match, the Tom-Cat uses the time created to relax a little and begins to work up the crowd. He points down at ECB, then holds his arms out to his side in a "It wasn't me" stance. Some of the crowd laugh at his antics, yet some still find the whole routine a little much. His lack of finishing is about to cost him as Jake Diamond slinks around, freshly recupoerated from the sleeper hold and ready to strike like a cobra in the reeds.

He waits for the opportune moment to strike and lashes out at the Tom-Cat, hitting him with an Enziguri to the back of the head, sending the Welshman staggering forward on the edge of falling over. Somehow, Cathy manages to stay on his feet, but only to make things worse for himself as Jake Diamond comes up behind him, and stands back to back with the Tom-Cat. He first reaches over his shoulder and grabs his opponent by the neck. He then drops down to the mat, driving his opponent's neck into his shoulder, in a Hangman's Neckbreaker. Cathy's head is snapped backwards awkwardly and he rolls to the mat once more, looking well disposed of by the Saviour of EVPW's two quick moves. With every moment, Jake seems to get closer and closer to the title. Close enough to smell the gold, close enough to taste the victory. It is within his grasp.

Ray White:
The fighting Welshman took his eye off the ball and got punished for it.

Jimmy Pate:
An amateur move from the young number one contender. This could come back to haunt him if Jake pins him for the 1...2...3.

Trix:
And this is your pride and hope in the number one contender. An unbeaten amateur? Says alot for the competition doesn't it. Let's just say I am pretty confident that El Conajo Blanco is not about to loose to the likes of the Tom-Cat...

You know why? Because Tom-Cats are not scary. Tom-Cats are mangy, dirty sorry excuses for a creature that live day to day off scraps. At this level, the scraps come from the top. HE is riding the coat tails of fame by being in the same ring as ECB.

Jimmy Pate:
But what if Trix... What if he beat your man?

What if he was the champion, you might have to eat your words later.

Ray White:
And anyway. Jake is the one who looks like he is about to take this thing out. Look, he's the only one standing now that the dust has settled!

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Indeed, Jake Diamond had managed to become the only one still on a vertical base, but he slides to the ground to roll the Tom-Cat up into a pin after the Hangman's Neckbreaker rocked his world. The ref slides into position aswell and begins to count

1...


TBC

[Jake Diamond]

Somehow Thomas’ shoulder shoots up before the count of two. Jake Diamond, along with everybody in the arena, looks utterly amazed that the Welshman had managed to kick out after the neckbreaker. He doesn’t lose his composure however and quickly pulls Thomas up to his feet and aims a finger gun down to his opponents head. The audience cheers loudly, knowing quite well that Jake is signaling for his finish; the Second City Sleep. Thomas Cathy is groggily brought up onto Jake’s shoulders and is nearly hit with Jake’s patented finisher if it wasn’t for El Conajo Blanco coming in for the save. Out of nowhere, El Conajo Blanco lunges at Jake from the front and connects with a spear to the self proclaimed Future, knocking Jake onto his back with all of Tom-Cat’s weight nearly crushing his spine in the process. With every man laying sprawled all beside each other, each suffering from different punishments, the confused referee begins for his ten count.

Surprisingly, the count doesn’t last very long as both El Conajo Blanco and Thomas Cathy manage to get up relatively quickly while Jake Diamond rolls out of the ring, obviously in severe pain. Before either of them are even balanced the Champ and Challenger begin to exchange punches in the center of the ring. The White Rabbit, although talented in hand-to-hand combat, drops to one knee after a wild haymaker from the Wiry Welshmen, sending Tom-Cat into full gear. Thomas takes a second to laugh quietly and proudly to himself before bouncing off the ropes and comes back with a low Yakuza Kick to El Conajo Blanco’s face and nearly knocks him out. The low smack that echoes from the collision causes the majority of the fans to sneer and look away, all knowing that the kick must’ve hurt. Thomas drops down to the mat and covers ECB, hooking the arm, but only manages to get a two count on the Imperial Champion. Thomas Cathy angrily slams the mat with both hands and questions the referee’s count, proving that the match is not only physically straining but emotionally as well.

“My goodness, what will it take to beat these men? Don’t even answer that Ray!”

“Good save Jimmy, the last thing we need is for Ray to make ANOTHER crude comment about being gay even though his bright purple suit is a statement enough...”

“Oh please, I’ve had more men than you could even dream of! Besides, you look more like the ‘female-on-female’ type to me...”

“Every single time... Kingbear, if you’re listening I beg you, find both of these people a babysitter the next time I have to call a match with them...”

While Jimmy is busy working on his own unpleasant ‘triple threat’ broadcast match, the current wrestlers all seem to be fairing rather decently in the title match at hand. During the bickering in the booth, Thomas Cathy has managed to lock in a modified half nelson facelock with a body scissors on El Conajo Blanco while Jake continues to painfully grab at his back, increasing the concern in the official. With the relatively submission tightly applied, Thomas seems to figure he’s got the match in the bag as long as he keeps the move going. That is, until, El Conajo Blanco begins to fight back, squirming as much as he can to reach the nearby ropes. Thomas Cathy squeezes as tightly as he can like an anaconda with a person in it’s grip but the spirit of the Rabbit seems to be too much and he grabs onto the bottom rope with his free hand. The referee gets directly in Thomas’ face demanding he lets go, but Tom-Cat has a reasonable excuse not to; he claims to be stuck. Looking down quizzically, the referee asks him to reiterate only to be explained that his legs are wrapped too tightly around El Conajo Blanco and he can’t release them. Between roars of laughter and tittering chants of “Bull-Shit!” the audience seems to be enjoying the comedy playing in the ring. Now slightly concerned, the referee tries to desperately pry Tom-Cat’s legs from ECB and actually manages to lift one leg up only for Thomas Cathy to bring it back down. Now onto his game, the referee begins his five count of Thomas Cathy, this time threatens to disqualify him and the Welshman obliges easily, separating his legs rather quickly. Thomas Cathy gets up to his feet with a slight smirk and gives a slight bow to the laughing riot that is Lockdown Hall.

Meanwhile, as Thomas Cathy is grinning at his in-ring antics, Jake is smiling himself. Since playing possum was always one of his strong suits, Jake grins rather satanically as he holds his ‘injured’ back with his right hand and reaches into his boot with his left and pulls out a set of brass knuckles. He grips it tightly in his left hand and hugs it to his chest, as if he was waiting to bring them out the entire match. Trying to be as stealthy as possible, Jake peers up over the ring apron and into the ring, watching as Thomas Cathy pulls up a sore El Conajo Blanco to his feet. He sees his opportunity and slides into the ring unnoticed and props himself into the corner, the blind spot of the current referee, and waits for his opening.

“The last thing I want to see is for Thomas Cathy to beat El Conajo Blanco, I mean he’s just a lousy street fighter! At least The White Rabbit has some talent!”

“I think you’ve been smoking way too much in that van with Random Hippie Dude, El Conajo Blanco with talent? Please! The only one with real talent is my sexy little Jakey Pooh who has just happened to...”

“It looks like Thomas Cathy has got the headlock applied and he brings him over with a quick snapmare! Oh boy, did you see how awkwardly El Conajo Blanco landed on the top of his head, the referee had better check on him... Wait, where in blue blazes did Jake come from? He’s got something in his hand!”

“Holy crap, Jake just leveled Thomas Cathy with the brass knucks! Man, you gotta love his ingenuity but he might steal the title right now!”

Jake quickly tosses the knucks out of the ring and covers the almost unconscious Thomas Cathy while hooking the leg. The referee, no longer conveniently occupied with El Conajo Blanco, doesn’t question where Jake came from and smacks his hand against the mat once... twice... but cancels the count. Confused, Jake gets off of Thomas and gets in the referee’s face questioning him rather irrationally until the referee points out that Tom-Cat’s hand was, barely, sprawled on the bottom rope. Obviously furious, Jake shoves the referee before mounting back onto Thomas Cathy and violently bombards the defenseless man’s face with punches to and fro. It doesn’t stop there however as Jake places his right hand partially in Thomas’ mouth and squeezes, a violent application of the jaw clutch. Fortunately, Jake’s rather ironic beat down to Thomas stops as easily as a kick to the face from El Conajo Blanco. Jake releases the hold and falls backward instantly favoring his left eye only to have the stunned El Conajo Blanco take his spot and attempt the pin on the still dizzy eyed Thomas Cathy. It proves to be too little too late as Thomas Cathy’s shoulder shoots up in protest to the pin attempt, driving frustration even into the mind of the White Rabbit.

“That Thomas Cathy definitely does have the will of a warrior! I mean not only did he get hit with brass knuckles from that maniacal Jake Diamond but he also got those punches to the face!”

“True, but El Conajo Blanco capitalized on those cheap shots from his Coven partner and only a TRUE champion would realize to do that!”

“Oh come on now, Jakey used his innovation and sexy little brain to try and strategies for victory! THAT’S what championship material does!”

Realizing that each broadcaster, including himself, has picked a side Jimmy Pate decides to keep his mouth shut and watch as the in-ring action begins to pick up. El Conajo Blanco bends over and drags Thomas Cathy up to his feet the same time Jake recovers to his. Not one to take a kick to the face, no matter who its from, very kindly Jake open palm slaps the White Rabbit right across the face the same time Tom-Cat elbows the champ in the gut. The violence only continues as Jake punches Thomas in the face at the same time Thomas punches him. Both men stumble backwards as El Conajo Blanco looks up and the three competitors are left looking at each other in the middle of the ring. Uttering the words “Fuck it” under his breath, Jake clubs a dual punch at both The White Rabbit and Tom-Cat as the two club each other as well erupting the whole situation in a three-way brawl for title supremacy. It’s the two members of the Coven who prove to be superior as they kick Thomas in the gut in unison and entirely coincidentally. Proving that they can work together rather well, Jake grabs Thomas in a suplex position and nods towards the ropes and El Conajo obliges rather speedily. Jake hoists Thomas up in the air at the exact moment El Conajo Blanco springboards off the middle rope, only to rotate back around and connect with a flying cross body as Jake drops Tom-Cat onto his head.

Both El Conajo Blanco and Jake Diamond get up to their feet with grins on their faces as the audience cheers loudly for both of them. They look at each other then down at Thomas Cathy, who’s had his fair share of punishment tonight, and then at the audience. The mixed chants of “Conajo Blanco!” and “Jake’s gonna kill you!” seem to fill the dead air in the arena like nothing else and, always willing to please, Jake and El Conajo Blanco waste no more time standing around and answer the chants from the audience by locking up in the middle of the ring right above Thomas Cathy’s body. They push back and forth, neither giving an inch, and with the title gold on the line and the crowd behind them it could be forever until either gains the advantage.

TBC

[TPK/Acid]

The Future and The Rabbit Wonder battle back and forth both men trying to get the better of the other but neither is doing much to make the other budge however, finally after a brief struggle Jake manages to shift his body behind Blanco and wrap his hands around the other man's waist and quickly snap backward slamming the shoulder blades down to the mat as he bridges his body for a pin attempt.

JP: Jake Diamond with an impressive looking bridging back drop pin, that is one of the reasons they call this guy the future because of the things he can do when he steps through those ropes.

Trix: Oh no doubt about it Jimmy, the guy is good, but you can't count out Blanco or Thomas Cathy for that matter, at this point in the contest it's really anybodies ball game.

Ray: Ugh, listen nobody cares about what YOU have to say Trix, so why don't you hush and watch the match.

Trix: Fair enough...here is my response, fuck...YOU!

The ref counts steadily but when he gets to two The Welsh Warrior rolls to his gut and pulls Jake's legs out from under him causing him to fall to a seat and off of ECB. Jake quickly shoots a go to hell look at Thomas and with tremendous force fires the sole of his boots into Cathy's face making his head snap back before falling limply to the mat, Jake works quickly and rolls Thomas over, he lays across his chest and hooks the leg, the ref still being in posiion from the previous pin attempt quickly begins his count but once again as he reaches two the pin is broken up this time however by Black who grabbed the hand of The Thom-Cat and placed it onto the rope making the ref quickly stop his count.

JP: This has got to be very frustrating for The Future Jake Diamond, thats twice in a row he thoug he had a pin only to have it broken up at the last moment.

Ray: Damn El Conajo Blanco just HAD to interject didn't he? I mean my lord he is GOING to lose the belt he should have just let Jake get the win and be done with it. I'm telling you it would save him a lot of pain.

Trix: Well Ray, unlike you Blanco isn't the kind of person who likes to roll over! Blanco will fight his heart out and if he loses he loses, but at least he went down swinging.

Jake gets to his feet and kicks the bottom rope before pacing around for a few seconds, he looks over his shoulder as he sees Blanco getting to his feet and the two men stand face to face as Jake begins yelling at him and pointing down at the prone Welshman, Jake slaps his hand three times and then points at the bottom rope, Blanco states his case and it seems to have calmed Jake down slightly, neither man notice however as Thomas gets to his feet with aid from th nearby corner, he yells at them and both men turn around just in time to see him rocket toward them and extend both of his arms catching his opponents across the chest flooring both of his opponents. Thomas glances down at both sides and decides to step away from his opponents in hopes that they will fight one another and give him a little time to catch his breath. Jake begins to get back up as Blanco rolls under the ropes and onto the mat below. Jake gets to a stand and leans on the ropes as he watches Blanco carefully not knowing what to expect from him, Blanco then gets up and almost gets grabbed by Jake but snaps his head away from the hand of Jake just in time. Jake then points at El Conajo Blanco and says something that makes both men grin slightly, Jake turns to see what Thom-Cat has going giving Blanco the opportunity to leap up on the apron and place both hands across the back of Jake's neck before dropping down to the floor once again snapping his Coven counterpart's throat across the top rope.

JP: And THAT is why it's never a good idea to take your eye off of an opponent, you never know what to expect and thats one of the reasons you won't find action like this anywhere else on the face of the planet.

Ray: Yeah, and I suppose if Thomas Cathy had done that move we'd have had to hear a six hour long rant about how it was a "cheap shot"?

Trix: Aww come on, that was not a cheap shot Ray, Blanco just "took advantage" of an opening thats all.

Blanco quickly slides under the bottom rope before hopping up to his feet and rushing quickly toward Thom-Cat, Cathy sees this coming from a mile away and rushes toward his oncoming opponent, as they near one another Cathy leaps into the air and thrusts his right shoulder at Blanco catching him in the chest flooring him, Cathy grins cockily before taking the time to pose before slowly dropping down and laying across Blanco's chest as the ref slides over to make the count.

TBC

[Jake Diamond]

At the last second El Conajo Blanco’s shoulder shoots up violently, only adding to the severe amount of frustration already created by this match. Thomas places both hands on his head, obviously flustered, and carefully questions the referee’s count before looking over at the downed Jake Diamond before pulling El Conajo up to his feet. He nails the White Rabbit in the jaw with a series of three or four simple elbow shots before hitting him right in the center of the face with a quick headbutt. As El Conajo Blanco falls limply to the mat Thomas Cathy doesn’t waste a second and hooks both of the champion’s legs, peering over at The Future at the same time. Unfortunately he doesn’t need to worry about the Savior of EVPW as The White Bunny kicks out just before the three count. This time Tom-Cat shows his frustration by letting out a disgruntled grunt and questions the referee’s opinion again. He decides, however, to finish what he’s started and gets himself up to his feet before looking over to Jake Diamond and notices that he managed to roll onto his stomach. Realizing that his time is growing shorter, Thomas quickly pulls up El Conajo Blanco but he happens to have other plans and sends Thomas outside of the ring between the top and middle rope by pulling on his waistband. Thomas Cathy smacks the outside mat, ashamed with himself that he fell for such a rookie mistake, and as he pushes himself up to his feet is leveled by the White Wonder with a textbook vaulting body press. El Conajo lands perfectly onto his opponent, so much so that both roll backwards almost into a standing position which proves to work rather well for Jake Diamond who has managed to push himself up to his feet. Jake, with no concern over his own well being, shakes off the proverbial cobwebs and charges at the ropes before using the slingshot effect of the top rope to connect with a front flip plancha on both of his standing opponents. Both El Conajo Blanco and Thomas Cathy fall back from the falling weight of their opponent and land rather awkwardly on the outside ring mat. Jake, however, doesn’t fair any better and accidentally spikes the back of his head directly onto the mat after slightly over shooting the flip. In any case, all three men lay flat on their backs outside of the ring while the audience chants entirely in unison “Holy Shit!”

“What was he thinking? What the Hell was he thinking?! That plancha may’ve done a bit of damage to El Conajo Blanco and Thomas Cathy but Jake must’ve suffered the worst from it! That stupid and careless man!”

“I figure that was the problem, he wasn’t thinking! Sure it looked fancy and probably hurt the Champ and number one contender but he’s far too risky!”

“You both can shush your mouths right now! Do I have to remind both of you that my sexy little Jakey Pooh was not only the longest reigning Triumph Champion but he vacated it as the undefeated champ!”

“That may be true Ray but it was still a dumb move... Let’s see if he recovers at all, I mean the way he landed on his head must be concussion worthy!”

Once again, the all knowing wrestling encyclopedia known as Jimmy Pate is correct. Jake lays flat on his back staring blankly at the ceiling with a glazed look showing in his eyes. Entirely out of instinct, Jake rests his palms on his temples and rolls entirely absent mindedly off of both Tom-Cat and El Conajo Blanco and rests himself on his knees with his forehead planted flat on the mat. Obviously concerned the referee slides out of the ring and checks on the Future, not only asking politely if he’s alright and getting a vulgar response but also taking the liberty to ask him if he needs to leave. Concussed or not, Jake does his usual response to such a question with a hearty “Go fuck yourself,” which comes out slurred and monotonous.

While Jake is checked over by the official and graciously rewarding him with profanities for his efforts, El Conajo Blanco and Thomas Cathy begin to stir. It takes both of them merely a few seconds before getting up to their feet with some help from the ring apron. Thomas tries to capitalize instantly with a wild right hook but El Conajo ducks under it while wrapping his arm across Thomas’ neck before slamming the Welshman face first onto the ring apron with a modified reverse STO. El Conajo doesn’t stop there, regrettably, and keeps his arms wrapped around Thomas’ neck and trapped right arm before dead lifting him up and planting him back first onto the outside ring mat with an ura-nage. Comfortable with the damage he’s done to the number one contender, El Conajo Blanco pushes himself to his knees and looks over to his Coven counterpart and notices that the referee is still checking on him. Willing to take the advantage that he can, El Conajo Blanco gets up to his feet and pushes the referee aside before dragging a nearly lifeless Jake Diamond up to his feet. Undoubtably grinning under his mask, he looks into Jake’s glazed and unfocused eyes before sliding The Future into the ring under the bottom rope before following him and the referee in. Expecting the easy pin on the injury and concussion prone Jake Diamond, El Conajo Blanco hooks a leg and nods along in unison with the fans counting along to the referee’s count. Unfortunately he only gets to nod along twice before Jake’s shoulder instinctively shoots up from the mat, stunning not only the champion but everyone in the arena as well.

“Jesus Christ, how on earth did he kick out!? He barely has the strength or ability to stand right now and yet he kicked out of the pin! Unbelievable!”

“It’s just his loaded adrenaline Jimmy, that’s all. I mean, he doesn’t even know where he is and I’m sure by doing that he’s wasted the little energy he’s had left...”

“In any case I don’t think Jake had enough in him anymore to continue since a concussion is a severe injury in itself... And yet I don’t think El Conajo Blanco doesn’t care just by the look of his body language...”

“Oh please studying bodies is my second language! El Conajo Blanco doesn’t look pissed he looks... masked?”

Confused even by his own comment, Ray decides to quiet down just as The White Rabbit kicks into his final gear, wanting to end the match right now. He drags Jake up to his feet, this time realizing that Jake’s recovered enough strength to stand on his own, before ducking under one of Jake’s arms and placing one of legs behind Jake’s own. With the audience cheering loudly as El Conajo Blanco’s finisher, Down The Rabbit Hole, is set-up they’re quickly surprised again by Jake’s ability to take a beating. Cocking back his elbow and driving it brutally into the back of Conajo’s neck, Jake’s many years of experience quickly proves to be an advantage as he reaches back and grabs the arm behind his head with the arm he elbowed to the back of The White Rabbit’s neck before spinning around and face plants El Conajo Blanco onto the mat. The counter doesn’t end there, however, as Jake tucks in El Conajo Blanco’s arm between his legs before tightly locking his hands around the Champ’s jaw and pulls back. With the Tribute to Benoit applied superbly relatively far away from the ropes, Jake viciously pulls back and screams for his Coven counterpart to tap, all with that sadistic grin that compliments the sadistically joyful expression plastered onto his face. The signs of the concussion are almost non-existent but it’s still slightly obvious when you look in eyes that reveal an almost distant glare. El Conajo Blanco desperately reaches around for the ropes but with none nearby Jake is hit with the hope that his key strategy of targeting the White Wonder’s neck and head may’ve payed off.

Unfortunately for him, which he would later blame on his head injury, he seems to once again forget about the presence of Thomas Cathy who has slide into the ring behind him. To make matters even worse, Thomas makes the sharp pain in Jake’s head grow as he drops an elbow across the back of the Future’s head to break up the submission. Jake releases a sharp squeal of agony and instantly places his hands back onto his temples and rolls off of El Conajo Blanco and away from Thomas Cathy. With the pain growing every second now Jake suddenly thinks he may of suffered some form of brain hemorrhage but shakes off the useless thought and yet, ironically, still doesn’t take his hands from his head. Thomas Cathy, now back in full control, sees the amount of pain El Conajo Blanco was put through and doesn’t waste any more time before rolling the champ over and covers him.

“I think Thomas Cathy may have it here, we might have a new champion ladies and gentlemen... No! Only a two count! How on earth can these competitors keep on fighting? It’s mind boggling!”

“No, what’s mind boggling is why Jake is still in this match, the referee should’ve sent him out! I think that tumble to the outside may of done more damage than a concussion...”

“Don’t you say that, don’t you ever! Jakey Pooh will be fine and when he walks out of here tonight as the Imperial Champion won’t your face be red when the injured and probably now retarded Jake Diamond beats up your champion!”

“I don’t think interpreting that one of your heroes may’ve become retarded gives either you or him any credibility, but in either case it looks like with all three men feeling the effects of their battle wounds in this match that it’s still a toss-up! Anyone can win and anyone can lose but, most importantly, will we have a new champion or not?!”

TBC

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Jake Diamond sits with his hands on his head, resting over his temples and gently massaging the pain away as he tries to shake the effects of his botched move from his system. The Tom-Cat, having just a very dazed and defeated looking El Conajo Blanco kick out from him, comes to rest on both knees, his hands wiping his brow out of a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. He tries to pull his head back into the game and fast, as the champion looks to be worse for wear.

El Conajo Blanco, despite kicking out of the pin cover, still looks like he is in no position to fight back as he lies on his side, eyes shut tightly and mouth gaping open and closed like a goldfish trapped in oxygen weed. Looking for an outlet to vent his frustration, Thomas Cathy pushes up and stands to his feet, targeting EVPW's Saviour, Jake Diamond. He runs at Jake, kneeing him in the side of the head while he charges through with a Running Knee Lift. Jake gets hit in the already suffering temple pressuere point and collapsed sideways to the mat, his hands now covering his face from the agony searing through his head. Cathy remains on the offensive, looking to finally put this match in his grasp as he reaches out for Diamond with both hands.

The Fighting Welshman lifts Jake Diamond off the mat by his head, till he is looking into Jake's face, eye to exhausted eye. With vengance and no remorse shown on his cold exterior, the Tom-Cat holds the back of Diamond's head with his left hand and uses the other to perform an European Uppercut thatcatches the Saviour on the chin and sends him reeling backwards across the mat. With Diamond now reeling backwards, dangerously close to the ring ropes, Thomas Cathy runs at him yet again and swings his arm in a clothesline. He catches Diamond straight across the neck, the heavy force of the clothesline taking both men over the top rope, toppling to the gropund.
As the Tom-Cat topples towards the ground, he grabs a hold of the top rope, and holds on tightly for grim life. He looks up at his hands, watching his knuckles turn white from the effort of catching his fall. The effort of holding onto the ring rope causes the Tom-Cat to land on his feet safely out of the ring, while the less fortunate Jake Diamond falls rapidly to the lightly padded concrete floor, landing hard and awkwardly on his shoulder, knocking the wind out of him. The Saviour gasps painfully for air, his eyes blinking into the lights as the relentless Welshman hovers above him.

Ray White:
LIke any good cat, the Tom-Cat lands on his feet. That has to be an advantage in the wrestling ring, always landing on your feet.

Trix:
He doesn't always land on his feet dufus.

Look how many times the champion has taken him out of his shoes tonight. These two can kill each other as m,uch as they like as far as I care, because El Conajo Blanco is still going to win.

Jimmy Pate:
Well he might not always land on his feet, but he sure did that time, as the Cactus Clothesline hits perfectly. He has got to feel the future of this match is in his hands now.

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The relentless Welshman lines up the Saviour of EVPW with his relentless attitude and kicks him across the head with the toe of his boot. He targets another kick to the head, catching him again across the side of the head, near the temple. His relentless targeting of the temple seems to be taking a toll, as Jake Diamond's blocking and protection of his head slips with every shot, letting the second kick slip through almost unnoticed. Jake rolls over to try and escape the hard kicks of the Welshman, but Cathy follows him, not giving him any room.

Meanwhile, in the ring, El Conajo Blanco had been all but forgotten about, giving him time to recuperate from the earlier onslaught somewhat. Standing to his feet, he looks around for where his opponents had gotten to and watches the war ensue for a moment or three before taking off running towards the ropes. He lines up the Tom-Cat and leaps over the ropes in a Plancha. He corkscrews at his opponent, hitting the Tom-Cat in the back. Thomas Cathy is sent sprawling forward and crashes into the crowd barricade, while ECB lands reasonably safely on the ground outside ringside, the high risk manouver paying off with high rewards.

Trix:
There you go baby! Thats the impact... Take that as a lesson, amateur Welshman, never turn your back on the champ!

Jimmy Pate:
Suddenly Trix's promise of El Conajop Blanco winning the match does not seem to be so out of the ordinary. He has turned the martch on its heels with one move.

Ray White:
This match is flowing back and forward endlessley. Something crazy has got to happen before this one ends. I just hope it involves nudity!

Jimmy Pate:
You are a sick pervert Ray... In fact, you should be locked up, I'm sure.

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El Conajo Blanco looks around him, seeing both of his opponents struggling to get to their feet. Thomas Cathy is still wrapped around the crowd barrier after taking the full brunt of the Corkscrew Plancha, while Jake is on his hands and knees, his injured head trailing the ground as if he had lost a contact lens. ECB prances his way over to the ring, jumping up onto the apron. Bouncing off the apron like he had springs in his shoes, El Conajo Blanco leaps onto the second rope. He uses it to springboard off and Sunset Flips to the oputside of the ring. With pin-point accuracy, he lands across the back of Jake Diamond, the challenger taking the full effect of the Spingboard Sunset Flip. Jake flattens to the ground, the air expelling from his lungs and his arms spread out to his side. His chest heaves slowly as he lies on the ground, and the chant of "HOLY SHIT" begins to sporead around the arena again.

Feeling the moemtum roll his way, El Conajo Blanco kips up quickly to his feet, revelling in the din that the crowd is making for him. Now that Jake is taken care of, he turns his attention to the one remaining challenger, Thomas Cathy, who by now had managed to crawl to a seat, his back leaning up against the crowd barrier.

Jimmy Pate:
A huge Bunny Hop to Jake Diamond, outside of the ring. El Conajo Blanco defiantaly came to fight tonight. He is not giving up that title without a fight.

Trix:
Correction, ECB is not giving the title up at all...

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With fire in his eyes and the world to prove, El Conajo Blanco dashes over toward the Welshman, using his speed and quickness to catch the Welshman off guard. Cathy sits with his head in his chest, looking up only to see El Conajo Blanco approaching quickly, hurtling through the air awith his feet outstreched in a dropkick. With no time to do anything except dodge the move, the Welshman rolls his shoulder out of the way, and the champion's dropkick sails into the steel barrier harmlessly missing the mark. ECB begins to untangle himself from the mess of steel that he has managed to tie himself up in as the Tom-Cat slinks to his feet. Not wanting El Conajo Blanco to get off lightly from his attempted Knock-Out Blow, Cathy backs off afew steps, before running back at the trapped champion, driving his foot into ECB's head with a Yazuka Kick that in turn drives the champion's head into the steel of the barricade. ECB falls backwards awkwardly, all thoughts of freeing himself from the steel now dissapearing from his mind as he awkwardly collapses to the ground once more. With the momentum shifting once more, the Tom-Cat stands to his feet and jumps into the air, dropping down towards El Conajo Blanco with his elbow outstreched in what looks to be an elbow drop targeted to the champion himself.

Jimmy Pate:
And the Tom-Cat dodged a bullett big time there as the dropkick attempt turns sour for the champion.

Ray White:
Sour like a lemon JP. And a huge Yazuka Kick just for good measure. The Tom-Cat is unrelenting, stringing heavy move after heavy move. Every time he moves a muscle, it is with the intention of maiming his opponent.

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The Tom-Cat seems to hang almost still in the air as his diving elbow narrows closer and closer to the chest and neck of the champion. In slow motion, El Conajo Blanco's hands come up to shield his mask covered face, his legs helplessly trapped in the steel security barrier. Suddenly, the champion is at the mercy of the merciless Welshman.

TBC