ICW Originals Farewell Match: Extreme Tables.

[icwlegend]

Lizzie: The following contest is an Extreme Tables match and is the final match for two mystery ICW Legends. Now the rules for this match are simple. In the ring are a bunch of tables and lighter fluid with matches, while the ring is surrounded by a steel cage. In order to win this match, you must put your opponent through a flaming table, and escape the cage by either climbing it, or escaping through the door. If you climb out of the cage before you put your opponent through the flaming table, the match will continue on the outside until someone has been put through the table. There is one condition. If you put yourself through the table, this is counted and all your opponent would have to do is to escape the cage.

The fans start cheering in anticipation, with weeks of buildup to the match it is finally coming to fruition. There is dead silence in the arena, and after about 5 minutes wait, the titantron displays a countdown.

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Bang. The lights go out in the arena leaving everyone alone in the dark, confused and scared. Loud, Heavy metal music is heard throughout the arena as Domination by Pantera blasts through the speakers. Loud revving sounds are heard and the titantron flickers to life. The fans sit in shock and confusion at what is written on the screen in Green on a black background:

Prepare for Total Domination.

The Titantron wipes this message and another one is put up

Prepare for Total Annihilation

For the second time it wipes the statement away and displays another one.

Prepare for the Chaos Theory!

The titantron shows clips of Lachlan Smith and Sycho Sam in action. They show Sams numerous victories and they show Lachlan with titles from various promotions The screen then goes dark again and slowly, written in fire Chaos Theory gets larger on the screen. The fans stare in awe as they realize who it is. Chaos Theory bust out of the curtains on custom made motorbikes as the lyrics of the song start to play. Sam on a red harley with the words Sycho Sam on the body in large black letters. Lachlan is riding a black chopper, decorated with silver skulls all over the bike. The two start to spin the tyres on the bikes onstage, sending smoke and the smell of burnt rubber over the crowd. Chaos Theory then start slowly riding down the ramp, to the confused applause of the stunned crowd.

Agony is the price
That you'll pay in the end
Domination consumes you
Then calls you a friend
It's a twisted fall
Binds are like steel
And manipulates the will to be
And it's hard to see
How soon we forget
When there's nothing else
Left to destroy
It's a useless ploy

Your eyes will see
The dawn of the day
And the writing
On the wall
Those words that stare
Into your soul
And to yourself
You will befall

Lizzie: And introducing the competitors or this match, first, weighing in at 232 pounds, from Lahore, Pakistan and currently residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... The Hardcore Headbanger himself, SYCHO SSSAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!

Lachlan and Sam look at the crowd, watching them Cheer and begin to laugh at them. Sam turns to Lachlan and says something to him, but all that is heard above the boo are the odd words, These, Are, Retards and the phrase, we should kill them like dogs. At this, the crowd boo even harder and a fan actually throws his pepsi at Lachlan. It hits Lachlan in the face but sends its contents straight into Sam's Eyes. Lachlan slowly turns to the fan, smiling. The smile quickly dissipates and Lachlan grabs the fan by the throat and lifts him over the barricade. Lachlan stares the fan in the eyes and lifts him into teh air, with great ease. The fan starts begging, but Lachlan ignores him and slams him down with all of his momentum, chokeslamming him into the protective mat on the outside of the ring as Sam runs over him on the bike. The fans now start a CHAOS THEORY chant as Sam and Lachlan do a lap of the ring before turning the engine off and pocketing the keys.

It's domination pushed into living hell
Domination a now blacked heart
Is reaching out divinity
Body suspended by chains over razors
And nails it's a penalty
Each razor a vice and each nail
Marks the demise of you life.
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you to bend

Your eyes will see
The dawn of the day
And the writing
On the wall
Those words that stare
Into your soul
And to yourself
You will befall

Lachlan and Sam make their way into the ring, Sam climbing through the ropes, Lachlan over the top. The two stand in the middle of the ring, before dropping to the mat on both knees. The two bow their heads and raise their hands slowly. Quickly they raise their heads and stick their middle fingers up as flames shoot out of the ringposts, engulfing the ropes in fire. Lachlan then starts to pace the ring in anticipation for his opponents and Sam sits there quietly eyes locked on the stage in steely determination, hunger and anticipation.

It's domination pushed into living hell
Domination a now blacked heart
Is reaching out divinity
Body suspended by chains over razors
And nails it's a penalty
Each razor a vice and each nail
Marks the demise of you life.
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you to bend

Lachlan, clearly with something on his mind, walks over to Lizzie and snatches the microphone out of her hands, much to the anger of Lizzie. She walks up behind Lachlan and raises her hand to strike him, but Lachlan turns around, grinning form ear to ear and grabs her hand. He leans in closer and whispers something in her ear, and her eyes glaze over with fear, and she scurries from the ring, taking her place bear the commentary team. Lachlan laughs at what his words had just done and walks towards the center of the ring, taking his place behind long time friend Sam. He raises the microphone to his lips, and the crowd cheer harder.

Lachlan: Now, i know you all are wondering what it meant by 2 ICW Legends in a match. You see Sycho Sam phoned me up a couple of weeks ago and we hatched this plan of having a retirement match. So, tonight, this extreme Tables Match will be: SYCHO SAM Versus LACHLAN SMITH. It was him who suggested we have a match together at a PPV where we would be respected. I had not heard hide nor hair of ICW joining EVPW until i overheard a few friends talking about it, Sycho here told me that quite a few ICW Originals are in EVPW. So i decided to have this match here, in front of the people who we wrestled with, against, loved, hated and just damn right tormented. We couldnt help oursleves, so this match goes out to you guys as a thank you for everything you have done for us

TBC Sam

[Sycho Sam]

Sam paces up and down the ring. After every 5 seconds, he lifts his microphone up to his lips as if to speak, but then pauses and starts walking again. Lachlan stands near the ropes, with his arms folded, waiting for something to happen. Finally, Sycho Sam decides to speak.

"It's been a long time coming..."

A pause, while the crowd displays mixed emotions for one of the most inconsistent and unreliable wrestlers ever to step in the ring.

"I have to get something off my chest before continuing."

Sam asks for a beer from ringside. He opens the can and takes a sip.

"I've been wrestling... no.. FIGHTING, for a long time. I've taken a fuckload of bumps, lost about half the blood in my body many times over. I've had my house burnt down by some Donkey freak and I've lost more matches than I've won. I was never after the titles... people told me 'Sam you should get out of the hardcore division and get into the big leagues..' and all that crap. I was never after those titles, and I wasn't after the money. I was just finding a way to kill time."

A pause.

"I basically left EVPW unceremoniously a few months ago, and left wrestling altogether. But I never regretted it, no I didn't. Only the weak minded let regret seep into their brains, and I am far from weak minded."

Pause.

"So why the fuck is Sycho Sam here to give his last respects to the world of *cough* 'Professional' wrestling? Well, I don't know really. The other day, me and my good buddy Lachlan were talking on the phone. About how we met a year ago and tore up EWA. About how he told me about ICW, an organisation where I increased my game 10folds and for the first time in my career.. tasted success. I suggested to Lachlan that we should have a farewell match, against each other. Hell, we've teamed up in EWA, ICW, and TWF but never faced each other. And he mumbled something about an ICW Orignals farewell match. To be honest, I didn't really want the perverted ICW tag on a match I was in, OR in my last match. But we needed a way to book this little match, didn't we?"

Sam turns around, supposedly because Lachlan wanted to tell him something. Sam, however, is greeted by Lachlan Smith's boot. The bell rings, and the match goes under way.

((I hate colors . Btw, Lachlan please post the rules of the extreme tables match. i've forgotten em.))

[icwlegend]

Lachlan stares down at Sycho Sam, who is rolling around clutching his face, and starts laughing at his fallen friend and teammate. He walks over to the ropes and gets out of the ring, and lands on his feet on the outside. He drops to his knees and flips up the apron, and searches under the ring, for weapons to try and hit Sam with. He grabs a hold of a trashcan, with its lid secured on tight and throws it over the ropes, and it rolls into the corner. Lachlan drops to his knees again, grabs a hold of something and withdraws his hand, shaking it. He stops and reaches under again, more carefully and slowly slides out a concrete slab, covered in razor wire. The fans go ballistic at this and Lachlan gets to his feet, and climbs the stairs, walking onto the apron, concrete slab clutched firmly in both hands, with the razor wire facing him. Lachlan turns around, and is just about to get in when Sam comes out of nowhere, with his feet extended and slams them into the concrete slab, driving it into Lachlans face. The impact of the dropkicks pushes Lachlan backwards, slamming him into the cage, and sending him face first into the mat. As he hits the mat, his face gets even more buried in the Razor Wire, knocking him out. Sam gets up in the ring and stares down at Lachlan, before getting out of the ring, and searching under the apron for weapons. He emerges with a 3 foot plastic container, filled with random weapons of the blood spilling type and gets into the ring, before turning the container upside down, emptying its contents all over the canvas. The camera zooms in and we get a close up of what the weapons are. A bag filled with 10000 thumbtacks, Cookie Cutters of random size, A Cheese Grater, Kitchen Utensils, including a Wooden Spoon, Butchers Knife, a Carving Fork, Spatula and a bunch of Stainless Steel Skewers. Also in the pile is a punch of stationery, such as staplers, pens, pencils, paperclips and a supersize electric sharpener. The crowd go absolutely insane at the possibility of the most violent match of the night coming to fruition.

Ray: Now this is a match that i can truly get behind! Weapons galore, bloodshed central! I mean look at this match! This match has the possibility to become the first match in EVPW in which someone has died.

Jimmy: Look at Lachlan! He is unconscious, the blood is absolutely flowing from his face and he cant do a damn thing about it right now. He is almost decapitated!

Sycho Sam looks down at the weapons, staring at each one, his smile growing bigger at every weapon. His stares stops at the bag of thumbtacks and he starts laughing, before reaching down and scooping them up in one hand, untying the string. He walks over to the corner and turns the leather bag upside down, emptying the contents all over the canvas. Sycho Sam stares down at his recipe for disaster, before getting out of the ring, and grabbing a handful of Lachlans bloody hair. Sam slowly pulls Lachlan off of the Razor Wire, leaving chunks of skin dangling off ominously. As Lachlan gets to his feet, blood starts pouring out from the left side of his face. The camera zooms in and, where his ear used to be, is now just a tiny black hole. The camera swings down, and in the middle of the Razor Wire, is Lachlans ear, covered in blood. A couple of ladies sitting in the front row throw up over the guard railing as Sycho Sam throws Lachlan into the ring. He climbs in after Lachlan and hauls him to his feet again, this time dragging him towards the corner. Lachlans semi consciousness helps Sycho Sam as he lifts Lachlan onto the top rope, before, climbing up himself. Sam stares down at the Thumbtacks, glistening menacingly, before wrapping an arm around Lachlans head and stands up. Lachlan, sensing danger, feebly manages to land a punch into Sams ribs, catching the Hardcore Headbanger unaware. Sam releases hi grip and Lachlan grabs Sams arm, hauls him onto his shoulders and jumps, before leaning back, and slamming Sycho Sam backfirst into thousands upon thousands of Thumbtacks, with a super samoan drop. The fans let out a gasp of shock as Lachlan starts to try and get to his feet. His equilibrium shot, he falls back to the mat, but he starts crawling for the pile of weapons Sam left. He drags himself ever closer, and finally manages to wrap his fingertips around the top of the cheese grater. Lachlan grabs the cheese grater and turns around, before getting to his knees, and slowly shuffling along towards Sycho Sam. As Lachlan reaches Sycho Sam, who is twitching in pain, he slams the cheese grater down, across the top of Sams, head, and a trickle of blood seeps down the side of his face. Lachlan licks his lips, as he places the grater against Sams forehead, before slowly, but forcefully dragging it back and forth, taking a layer of skin off every time he crosses. After about 10 seconds of this he stops grating Sam and drops the cheese grater.

Ray: Well, you know hen this match is extreme when someone loses an ear in the first minute of the match! What an amazing ego Lachlan must have to be so determined to win after losing all balance from his ear!

Jimmy: This is pathetic. End the damn match! Lachlan has lost way too much blood already and no one has even had the intention of setting up the table and winning the damn violent match.

Ray: Why end it now when it is just starting to get entertaining? Violence equals ratings my friend and this is the perfect opportunity to become the biggest promotion in the world!

Jimmy: But are you so wrapped up in this match that ratings are more important than the health of both men involved? I mean just look at Lachlan losing his Ear! That is permanent damage to his balance right there! But thats not al- OH MY GOD LOOK AT SYCHO SAM!

[Sycho Sam]

Lachlan has the concrete slab of razor wire in his hand again, and has a look of pure evil on his face. The blood dripping from his head and the loss of equilibrium doesn't seem to face him, as he sets the concrete slab up in the corner. Sam lies motionless in the middle, with his head resembling a river of crimson liquid, with deep cuts making the blood flow in a shape akin to that of a grapevine. Lachlan sets the slab up in the corner, in between the first and second turnbuckles, with the razor wire sticking out, looking as menacing as ever. Smith turns and faces the floored Sam, and glances the fans on either side, who give him a mixed response. Lachlan raises Sam upto his feet, by yanking him by his hair. He kicks Sam in the gut, and Sam doubles over instinctively. Lachlan sees his chance, and runs with Sam towards the corner. He looks to throw Sam face first in the wire! The crowd lets out a gasp, and Sam's fate seems to be sealed, but at the last moment, he manages to bring his arms up and hold onto the ring ropes connecting the turnbuckle. Lachlan tries to force Sam's face into the wire by grabbing the back of Sam's head and pushing with all his might , and Sam's right eye is millimeters away from irreparable damage. The section of the crowd nearest to the ring corner begins to scream, as Sam's eyes seem to be bulging in fear at the prospect of meeting the wire. Suddenly, Sam hits out with an elbow which catches Lachlan in the gut. Smith loosens his grip on the back of Sam's head, and Sam looks to use this opportunity to move away from the corner. Lachlan charges Sam, but doesn't realize that this decision could well be one that changes his life forever, as Sam rolls out of the way, and Lachlan's groin and the razor wire have a very unpleasant meet and greet session.

The crowd in the SCG begin a holy shit chant, as Lachlan slumps in the corner. Sam quickly seizes a huge signboard with PAIN written on it from the mat, and smashes Lachlan in the back with it. Lachlan slumps forward, and the concrete slab is caught between the second turnbuckle, and Smith's genitalia. Smith screams in agony, as the razor wired concrete slab is now temporarily attached to his balls, and is hanging from them! He turns around, and Sam flips him off, before kneeling infront of him, and pulling the slab off, in the process destorying any chance of Smith ever attaining fatherhood again. The crowd starts another holy shit chant, as Lachlan falls to the mat grabbing his groin region. Sam doesn't waste anytime, and surveys his surroundings for any other weapon he could use. He sets his eyes on a large sign stapler, and moves towards it. Upon picking it up, he moves towards the sign he just used on Smith, before dropping it. Evidently, Sam has had a change of heart, and picks up a fork instead. He smiles sadistically for a second, before ramming it into his own forehead! The blood begins to spurt out, and Sam hurriedly drops the fork and begins to prevent the blood from hitting the mat by putting his hand in between. Sam's hand is now covered in blood, and he drops to his knees beside the PAIN sign. He proceeds to press his hand against the sign, thereby creating a bloody handprint on it. He then begins to write something with his finger, beneath the handprint. After spending a couple of seconds on this, he picks up the board, and moves towards Smith, who is still writhing in pain. A cameraman moves closer to get a view of what Sam wrote on the board, and Sam obliges by shoving the board in the camera. The words Fuck Chaos Theory are written in a wild style in Sam's blood, just beneath the bloody handprint, which is under the PAIN wording. The cameraman looks to move back, and exit the ring, but Sam catches him with a right hand, and knocks him out. He then laughs maniacally and turns around only to be greeted with stiff chair shot to his head, courtesy of Lachlan Smith, who used the momentary delay caused when Sam turned his attention to the cameraman, to make his way back to his feet. Sam falls to the mat, clutching his head, and drops the stapler and the sign. Smith takes the Sign and smirks at it after reading Sam's message. He then writes something on the sign with his cut finger as well, before seeing that Sam is on his knees. Smith brings the signboard hard on Sam's head, in the process denting it. Sam crumbles to the mat, and Smith picks up the stapler. He stumbles a bit, the lack of equilibrium evident, before kneeling beside Sam, and taking hold of his hand. He places the edge of the sign on Sam's hand, and brings the stapler towards it. He then proceeds to use the stapler to staple the sign to Sam's hand, much to the disgust and amazement of the crowd in the Solid Core Gym. The third holy shit chant of the night is heard as soon as the click sound of the staple being inserted resounds around the small arena. Smith falls back to the mat, and his chest heaves heavily, as Sam begins to scream in agony. The camera zooms in, and we see on the butchertron, that Smith had written The Feeling's Mutual, Bitch underneath Sam's earlier message on the sign.

[icwlegend]

Lachlan lays on the canvas, breathing heavily, listening to the fans cheering at the brutality of the match. He looks up at the ceiling, head throbbing. He takes a deep breath in and hauls himself up, just making it to his feet. Lachlan stands, groggily at first, swaying. He shakes it off, and stares down at Sam, who is bleeding profusely, before staggering to the corner. He wipes the blood from his eyes and reaches down, before picking up a table, and hauling it to the center of the ring. He lays it down, and grabs the legs, lifting them up, and locking them into place, before lifting the table and turning it over, so it is standing up. He stares down at sam again, satisfied with the damage. He takes a couple of steps towards the center of the ring and searches through the pile of weapons, before pulling out a couple of beer bottles, a rolling pin and another bag of thumbtacks. He carries his cargo over to the table and drops them to the floor, before turning around, and picking up the barbed wire concrete slab. He lifts it up, and places it across the table. He turns around, smiling sadistically, before picking up the thumbtacks and emptying the contents on top of the concrete slab. Not done yet, he drops the bag and reaches down, picks up the beer bottles and lays one at either end of the concrete slab, before smashing them into tiny fragments with the rolling pin. Satisfied with his lethal contraption, he walks over to the corner, picks up a small bottle and some matches before walking back to the table.

He rips off the cap, and squeezes, emptying the entire contents of the bottle all the table and its other contents. He throws the bottle to the floor and raises the match box to eye level, eyes glinting maliciously. He carefully pulls out a match, and strikes it against the igniter on the side of the box, and the match tip erupts into flames. Lachlan takes a step away from the table and flicks the match, and the whole table erupts into flames. He lets out a loud laugh, before turning around, only to get a forearm wedged right between his legs. Lachlan lets out a moan of pain, and falls to the mat, clutching his groin. Sam stares at the table and everything on it and his eyes widen in shock. He Walks over to the cage and begins climbing it, peering down every so often to see the condition of Lachlan. When he reaches the top, he swing s a leg over it, and sits there, staring down at Lachlan, who is just getting to his feet. Lachlan gets to both feet and turns around, before looking up at Sam, who is motioning him to join him. Lachlan charges to the cage and begins to ascend it furiously. As he begins climbing, Sam climbs to his feet. Lachlna reaches the top and makes it to his feet. He turns around, and Sam swings a right fist, landing it square into Lachlans jaw. Lachlan retaliates with a punch of his own, and all of a sudden, a fist fight has broken out on top of the cage. After several moments, Sam lands a shot to Lachlans ribs, winding his larger opponent. He grabs Lachlans arm and tries to lift him up for a suplex but Lachlan elbows Sam in the temple, and Sam releases his grip. Lachlan shakes his head and slams his hand right into Sams throat, and begins to squeeze.

He looks at the table, and Sam follows his gaze. When he sees what Lachlan is looking at, he begins to struggling, desperately trying to break Lachlans grip on his throat. Lachlan digs his fingers into Sams throat harder, before lifting Sam up and turning around. Lachlan looks up into Sams eyes and begins to smile. Sam begins to shake his head, and begs Lachlan not to do this. Lachlan shrugs his shoulders and slams Sam down, releasing his grip, and Sam falls, smashing into the flaming table, and snapping it clean in two. A huge fireball erupts and the flames die out, leaving Sam a crumpled, bloody, unconscious mess in a pile of Splinters, Broken Glass, Thumbtacks, Chunks of Concrete and Razor Wire. Lachlan stares down at Sam, listening as the fans let out a scream of shock, before chanting 'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!' Lachlan drops to his knees, and swings his legs over the side, and slowly descends the outside of the cage. His feet touch the floor and the bell rings.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Chaos Theory's theme song erupts through the speakers, as Lachlan stands there, EMT's rushing past to check on Sam.

Lizzie: Here is your winner................. The Ultimate Perfection: LACHLAN SMITH!!!!!!

Jimmy: That was uncalled for! Now who knows what is going to happen to Sycho Sam. For all we know, Lachlan could have killed him, broken his neck. Anything could have happened, but he just wanted to show off to the crowd, by going for that god darned chokeslam. What a mess he made of Sycho Sam. This is too graphic even to show a replay of folks.

Ray: Hey, Sycho Sam knew what he was getting into when he asked for this match against Lachlan Smith. In a match where Lachlan is undefeated in. This is a really brutal and extreme match and if you dont want to suffer the consequences then you shouldnt accept the match.

Jimmy: That would be all fine and dandy if Sam actually KNEW what Lachlans intentions where in this match!

Ray: Well the match is over know, and we cant really do or say anything that is going to change the outcome of the result. We may not like it but Lachlan won this contest fair and square.

Lachlan watches on as the EMT's cut through the Razor wire to get to Sam. The fans stop the Holy Shit chant and start an EEEEEE VVVVVVVVVV PPPPPPPPP DUBYA! EEEEEE VVVVVVVVVV PPPPPPPPP DUBYA! Chant as Lachlan pulls out his keys, and walks over to his Motorbike, before swinging his legs over and putting the keys in the ignition and starting it up. The engine revs loudly as Lachlan takes one last look at his friend being attended to, raises his hand to his face in salute , before riding up the ramp, and through teh curtains, leaving the medical staff to accomplish the daunting task of Getting Sam to hospital.