Jeff Smith vs Thomas Cathy: Falls Count Anywhere

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Venue: Solid Core Gymnasium
Announcer: Lizzie Morna
Commentary: Jimmy Pate, Ray White, and Random Hippie Guy
Due before: September 25th

Jimmy Pate:
Welcome back folks to Wednesday Night Genesis. We have had some exciting matches so far, and the promise of more action to come as the night heats up.

Random Hippie Guy:
Im so excited man, I think I shat my pants a bit.

Jimmy Pate:
That might be the drugs talking there my pot-smoking friend. It sure smells like you have though.

Ray White:
I can't work under these conditions. You are a stinking, flea infested looser. Brush your teeth, cut your unkempt hair and take a shower. How does somebody like you get a job next to a true fashion statement such as myself?

Jimmy Pate:
Fashion statement allright, and that statement is "What the Fuck!"

Anyhoo, I am being told that we are just about ready to kick this night up into the next gear. We are going to see the Tom-Cat's quest for the ever elusive Ten-and-"O" victory continue. This should be electric!
As they say, lets get it on!

No sooner had he finished his line, than Jimmy Pate is cut off by the sounds of morse code bleeping throughout the speakers around the Solid Core Gymnasium as Thrice's Image of the Invisible sounds around the arena. A lightly distorted guitar strums over the top of the morse code as the verse begins to play. Similarly to the frantic and chaotic music, lights flash in quick succession between green, red and a bright, bright white around the arena in an almost strobe-like fashion. Still, as the fans wait, Thomas Cathy is nowhere to be seen.

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The tension in the song builds up to a point at the end of the verse, when the music stops momentarily. In perfect succession to the music, the lights also cut to a blackout for a split second. As soon as the music hits agai into the chorus, a flooding white light illuminates the entire arena, washing the whole gymnasium with an almost cleansing kind of light. Standing in the entranceway is the lonesome figure known as the Tom-Cat, the Imperial Championship glinting in the white light as it hangs around his waist. It seems natural around his waist, the shock of his win having died down now in the wake of his impressive win record. With an expressionless face rthat gives nothing away to the cameras, or to the fans around the arena, the Tom-Cat steps calmly and confidently into the arena properly. He is met with a warm reception, his actions in the ring beginning to turn the more defiant of fans. His nonchalant, yet ruthless manner and "actions speak louder than words" attitude to business has taken time to win the majority of the EVPW fans over, but his standing up to Vladimir Strife and unexpected challenge to the Hardcore King has left some fans beginning to wonder if the man who could break Strife's unbelievable record has finally arrived.

Not putting his mind to any of that at all, but keeping his train of though on track and thinking about tonights important match, Cathy walks calmly down the entrance ramp, nodding staunchly at several fans on his way down, while the raukus EVPW fans around the Solid Core Gym scramble for the chance to reach the front row, in order to touch the champion, slapping him on the back or patting his shoulder as he passes them. Lizzie Morna is in the center of the ring and begins to introduce the match and Cathy's arrival to the ring.

Lizzie Morna:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Pins Count Anywhere match. There will be no countouts, and a pinfall can be counted anywhere in the arena, not limited to the ring.

Introducing first...
Chasing down a perfect Ten-And-"O" record in singles matches to date, he hails from the tough streets of Cardiff, Wales. He is the current Imperial Champion, weighing Two Hundred and Thirty Five pounds, The Tom-Cat, Thomas Cathy!

The noise level seems to pick up louder as the Tom-Cat's name is read out, but the Champion barely acknowledges his welcome, a small and somewhat humble wave to the fans. He keeps his face looking focused and determined, keeping his eye on the prize the whole time. It is a method that has worked so far, and he continues to employ it tonight as his cold exterior symbolises.

Jimmy Pate:
Well, Lizzie Morna said it allright. This would be win number Ten for the Tom-Cat. As yet, nobody has been able to find a way to stop him One-on-One. He has steamrolled everybody he has come into contact with.

Ray White:
I wish he would steamroll me!

Jimmy Pate:
And you would, nancy-boy. Ignoring his dismall Tag-Team record of "O" -and-Two, the Tom-Cat has been far, far more thann impressive since his debeut here. He has taken down some of the biggest names in the industry.

Random Hippie Dude:
Mmhmm. Hell, he has taken Gnarfflinger the Butcher to school three times. And the veteran still comes after him with all he is worth. There's no telling where he'll stop.

Jimmy Pate:
Let's not discount Jeff Smith though. He will be hungry to get his name back in the game after suffering a devestating defeat at the hands of the immortal Vladimir Strife afew months back. He has been on a sliuppery slope ever since, and tonight might just be the night he gets back on the horse.

Ray White:
Whatever it is, it is shaping up to be an exciting night for sure!

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The Tom-Cat goes through his pre-match routine after taking the steps to the ring, stretching his arms out, and cracking his neck on each side while he waits cooly for Smith to arrive

TBC Jeff Smith

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A few seconds after Tom-Cat's music stops playing, Prayer by Disturbed begins to play throughout the arena. The crowd begins to cheer, anticipating the return match of Jeff Smith, after suspiciously no-showing his match last week. He walks from backstage and begins to make his way towards the ring. He is wearing no shirt, a pair of black Starter shorts and a pair of K-Swiss shoes. He touches hands with a few of the fans while on the way to the ring.

Lizzie Morna: And his opponent... From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at 229 pounds, please welcome back, Jeff "Smitty" Smith!!

Jeff continues to make his way down to the ring, and gets to the steel steps. He walks up them, and enters the ring by flipping over the top rope. Jeff stretches for a second before walking to the center of the ring and looking Thomas Cathy right in the eye. After Remember stops playing, Jeff gets a microphone and begins to speak.

Jeff: I'm sorry I didn't show up last week, I had a personal family tragedy to tend to.(I actually did, my grandfather had a quintuple bypass surgery and almost died on the operating table). But this week, I am facing a man that I have a lot of history with, going back years. Many of you probably don't know it, but Thomas and I used to be best friends. We ended up going our separate ways, and fate brought us both here to EVPW. So Tom, I want to congratulate you on your Imperial Title, but don't get too cozy, when I'm done with Vlad, I want a shot at that title! But all that aside, I just want to say, I respect you man, and I hope we have a show stopping match.

Jeff then drops the microphone, extends his hand out to Tom-Cat, and waits to see if his handshake will be accepted.

OOC: I am sorry I couldn't do my match last week, but my grandfather is recovering well, so I shouldn't have any more distractions.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Thomas Cathy turns around for a moment, Jeff Smith's hand still extended toward him and a strange smile that looks to hide more than it reveals is spread across Smith's face. Without accepting the handshake yet, Cathy snatches the microphone away from Smith and begins to speak into it, his thick Welsh accent making his words almost dance angrily around the arena.

Thomas Cathy:
You have a lot of nerve Jeff Smith, coming out here and acting like nothing has happened. You want me to shake your hand? A hand that is soaked in the blood of my own family, my own brother's blood?

Yes, once we were best of friends, a long time ago. But that was before I found out what depths you would stoop to for a little bit of money, what you were capable of and who you would betray, for a price. The Smitty I know is dead to me. I don't know who the hell you are, nor do I care. But I will pick you apart, piece by piece. And I will enjoy it.
It will be like being back home, extracting information from informants, finger by finger. I will make you squeal like a pig, confessing to your many sins. The man formerly known as Jeff Smith, prepare for a trip though hell.

With that, Thomas Cathy drops the mike, and balls his hands into a fist, ignoring the still outstreched hand that stretches from Smith's body and punching him square in the face. Smith reels backwards, falling into the ropes softly. Before he can react to the quick attack, Cathy is running at him, and clotheslines him hard, sending Smitty tumbling out of the ring to the unfogiving concrete below. In the process, Thomas Cathy grabs a hold of the top rope and lands safely on the ground on his feet, ready to strike again.

Smith desperately tries to claw his way away from Cathy as the slightly bigger Welshman seems to tower over his former friend. With evil intentions written in his eyes, Cathy grits his teeth together and kicks out, catching Smith with a toe-punt to the ribs that rocks Jeff's entire core and sends him rolling over onto his back. Cathy has a manically posessed look on his face as he ruthlessly comes over to Smith once more, grabbing him by the neck and placing both of his thumbs onto the windpipe of his "best friend", his hands wrapping around the neck of his opponent. A low gagging sound eminates from Smith's mouth as Cathy tightens his grip around his neck, his eyes telling of no remorse, no forgiveness and no sign of easing up anytime soon.

Random Hippie Guy:
Are these two friends or not? I though Jeff said he had respect for Cathy. Thats a funny way for Cathy to show respect back.

Jimmy Pate:
Keep up with the play Hippie... What Jeff says and means are two different things. There are some unsaid things that have happened in the history of these two men that is not seen on the surface, and this runs deep for Cathy, to the point that he would say his former friend is "Dead to him".

Ray White:
So what the hell is going on now?
Cathy has gone completely insane at the sight of Jeff Smith. He's not his usual cool, calm self anymore.

Jimmy Pate:
I think to understand that, one would have to know the story of these two men. Just what has Jeff Smith done in the past to piss his former friend off this much?

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Cathy continues to choke Jeff Smith with all of his heart, his mind no longer on the match at hand, or his elusive 10-0 streak. He wants to simply make Jeff Smith pay for the hurt and pain that he has carried all of these years. He wants Jeff to feel a small part of what he feels inside, he wants to see him bleed. He wants to taste the blood of his victim and smile as he hears the cries of pain escape Smith's lips. He wants vengance.

TBC Smitty

OOC: read your PM

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

OOC: OK, because Smitty didn't have time to reply this week, I'm going to do an ending thread. Have passed this through via PM too.

Jeff Smith does not have any time to react to the quick and vicious onslaught by the Tom-Cat. All he can do is reach his arms out in vain, grabbing at Cathy's iron locked wrists as the remorseless Welshman chokes the life out of his victim. Slowly but surely, the light begins to fade from Jeff Smith's eyes as his hopes of a majoc comeback fade along with the colour from his cheeks. His body begins to go limp, as the oxygen no longer flows freely around, causing his arms to fall dead at his sides. This simply enriches the smile plastered on Cathy's face. Theraputic as choking another man's life out of him is however, Cathy still is not satisfied.

He releases his grip on Smith's throat, casting a scournfull look down on the lifeless carcass of his former friend, the memories of an underground fighting scene flooding back into his mind. Suddenly, the life he left behind is too close to home, and he remembers why he came. He remembers why he left the mob behind, why he left the seedy world of the Welsh organised crime scene behind him... To get away from it all. Some things there are just no running from. His problems seem to have followed him. As he looks down on the bruises that begin to form from his hands around Smitty's throat, he shakes his head solemly.

Jimmy Pate:
The man known as the Tom-Cat is giving us a glimpse at what it looks like to be a 'mob enforcer'. How many men do you think those hands have choked? How many noses do you think they have broken?

Ray White:
It all makes him seem so rebellious and rugged, so... sexy!

Jimmy Pate:
But clearly, there is something deep down at work here. I have never seen Thomas Cathy loose it like he has here. He is usually so calm and collected, so cold and uncaring. It seems that just seeing the face of Jeff Smith has triggered something in him tonight.

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Not wanting to see the face of his oppponent any more, Cathy turns away from Smith's body, heading back toward the ring. As Jeff Smith lies lifeless on the ground from Cathy's choke, he climbs up on the apron, then up high onto the top of the turnbuckle. Jeff Smith lies on his back, his head tilted slightly to the side, looking away from the Welshman. In his usual, cold style, Cathy lines up his target, his face long past caring for Smith's wellbeing. He leaps into the air, aiming for his former friend and lands across his chest with both feet, driving his boots into the torso of Smith off the turnbuckle. Smith's eyes shoot open as the pain sears through his body from a possible broken rib or three. He cries out in searing pain and agony as the Tom-Cat rolls safely off his body, leaving him to writhe in pain below the Welshman's feet.

Jimmy Pate:
Good lord! A Black Jesus Ghetto Stomp from the turnbuckle, to the unforgiving concrete outside the ring. Thomas Cathy just does not care what happens to Jeff Smith!

Ray White:
I think he is long past caring for his opponent's wellbeing JP. I think he just wants to see the guy suffer. How sick!

Random Hippie Dude:
Its a thing of beauty really...

The more and more he extracts his revenge, the more and more chances he has of pulling off win number Ten. I am more into peaceful methods myself, like weed for instance.

Ray White:
Is that what that funny smell is around here?

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With his opponent at his mercy, now nursing injured ribs and an injures throat, Cathy moves in for the kill, locking in a sleeper hold. Jeff Smith's writhing turns into a swimming motion as he tries to chake the Sleeper hold off, but to no avail. Cathy uses one free hand to drive his thumb into a pressure point on Smith's neck, locking in an Asiatic Spike. The added pressure coming from the spiked thumb in Jeff Smith's neck causes his eyes to almost pop out of his head in the sleeper hold. Slowly, his swimming arms and legs begin to slow, his face begins to fade away and once more, the life seems to suck out of him. The ref is not too far away, and proceeds to check on Jeff Smith's vital signs.

He runs afew quick tests, before a slightly worried look comes across his face. He looks worried about the Asiastic Spike, utilising the pressure point on the side of Smith's neck. It is the type of move you would expect in a torture chamber, not in a wrestling ring. Worried about the effects it may be having on the defenseless Jeff Smith, the ref calls for the bell, calling the match off and awarding it to Cathy. He tries to drag the Tom-Cat away from his victim, but the Welshman does not budge. Instead, he drives his thumb deeper into the pressure point and keeps the hold applied. The ref calls for back-up, motioning toward the back, as several security guards arrive on the scene to break the pair apart.

Ray White:
What in the hell kind of move is that. That could kill a man!

Random Hippie Dude:
I have heard of the phrase "going in for the kill", but I didn't think somebody would take it literally.

Jimmy Pate:
There are no rules on the streets gentlemen. Cathy is used to the type of fights where anything goes. And until the Asiastic Spike is officially outlawed from the EVPW, it will remain a dangerous, dangerous weapon at the Welshman's disposal. Im sure he has quite the knowledge of the human bodies different pressure points from his 'previous line of work'...

Random Hippie Dude:
Mobster? They are all run by the government to keep the little man down, man. He's a product of a broken system.

Ray White:
Whatever he is, he won the match. That folks, it Cathy's Tenth win in a row. He is Ten and "O", and congratulations are in order.

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The security gurads drag Cathy off the battered carcass of Jeff Smith, dragging him in the only safe direction, toward the ring. As Cathy is pushed into the ring, EMTs rush to the aid of Jeff Smith, who still looks like he is unconscious from the Asiastic Spike being appplied. Chaos and confusion spread over the ring as the men are seperated, with no decision being officially made as yet...

To be continued (in the ring)