Reaper vs KingBear: Singles

[KingBear]

After the audience dies down from the previous match, "Who are you?" by The Who begins to play over the PA as shots of The Jack Knife Powerbomb, Grumpy Bear, and Goodnight Suzie are being aired as well as shots of KingBear getting back up from hit after hit. The audience goes insane, knowing who's coming out to the ring, as KingBear steps out onto the stage. He puts his arms in the air and grins as he looks around the massive PPV arena, at the mass of fans. The Big Man begins his slow trod down the ramp, high fiving fans and shaking hands, with the crowd still going crazy.

Lizzie: And introducing, one of the biggest men in EVPW, one of the greatest names in Wrestling, he is a personal friend and protector, he weighs in at 379lbs and stands a whopping 6'10'' he is, the one, the only... KING!!!! BEAR!!!!!

KingBear grins and shoots a smile at Lizzie as he jumps up to the apron and climbs over the top rope with ease. He then hugs Lizzie and moves over to a corner, asking a ring attendant for a mic.

KB: Now, honestly, I dont know why the hell I'm out here fighting The Reaper... He's just some punk errand boy being sent around doing the bidding of others and never really doing anything to prove himself. BUT! If I have to, to appease my fans and the people in the back... I'll do it... Bring that little punk. Heck, Lizzie, you can go sit down hun, I'll announce him for you.

KB: Now! Hiding in the back somewhere, a man who weighs next to nothing and stands even shorter than that. A man who has no name for himself beside that of 'errand boy'. He is, Christov, The Peeper, Rezetti! NOW! Get out here so we can get this show on the road.

KingBear smiles and gives Lizzie a hug before she leaves the ring with KB's mic in hand. KB then takes off his shirt and throws it to the crowd before pumping his arms and flexing a bit to warm up for his match.

[Vladimir Strife]

'Lovely' by Suicidal Tendencies begins to play, signaling the arrival of The Reaper himself. As he steps out of the back, wearing raggedy street clothes, he has a bag in one hand, a microphone in the other.

"Cut it.."

The music dies down, leaving the arena in silence as Crystov remains on the top stage of the entrance ramp.

"Just an errand boy, huh? You see, Kingbear, there are a lot of things you don't know about me... And sometimes, what we don't know.. hurts us the most."

"Come on, you fruitcake! Get down here and let me kick your ass so I can head home and relax!"

Razetti ignores the big man's words, eying the bag in his hand instead.

"Like... what's in this bag. Seems harmless enough, not like anything too bad could be inside. You don't know what it is though... yet. Let's fix that."

Crystov unties the bag, walking down towards the ring as he does so. He looks inside, a smirk coming to his face. Kingbear is confused by it, but standing on guard, prepared for the worst.

"Kingbear... inside this bag is your sins. While small, this bag holds witness to your crimes, to the very reason you must pay. It is the link to the past, Kingbear... a link to OUR past."

JP: What the hell is Reaper talking about? To my knowledge, this is the first time these men have EVER met!

"Oh... I've waited for this a VERY long time, Papa Bear. All the hard hours in the gym, training and learning from one of the greatest men. Oh, you didn't realize? I'm trained, Kingbear. Quite adeptly, I should think too, being my teacher was your #1 pupil!!!"

"What?! Vladimir... That son of a bitch!"

"Oh, don't worry. He's not my leader, Bearboy. No, Vladimir taught me before I came to this company and he taught me well. I suppose I should thank you for that though... Yet your good deeds don't nearly outweigh the crimes for which you pay tonight!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? I'm one of the nicest guys in this damn business. I've never even met you, barely seen you, who in the hell do you think you are to judge me?!"

Razetti reaches slowly and calmly into the bag, a shudder overcoming him as he twists his head to the side momentarily. He works out the kink, looking back at the giant in the ring. He pulls the mask out of the bag, black and white with a long ponytail on top. As he raises it, Kingbear's heart goes still.

"DO YOU REMEMBER NOW!?!!? DO YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!?!?"

"But, but... you're..."

Razetti makes his way closer and closer to the ring, Kingbear backing with every step.

"A cripple?! Paralyzed!? I'm possibly the luckiest damn man in this company just to be standing... and Kingbear, you're quite possibly the damn unluckiest!! Draigon... that's what they called me. A budding star ready and poised for the top in GHW... before your little protege paralyzed me from the waist down.. Funny how the man who almost ended my career breathed new life into it without even realizing what he was doing.."

Razetti begins climbing the steel steps one by one, his eyes never leaving Kingbear's.

"Do you remember now? Remember pulling me from my wheelchair as I cried helplessly? Remember powerbombing me through the windshield of a car? Then throwing my own wheelchair onto me for extra measure? I pray that you do, Kingbear... because I sure as hell haven't forgotten.."

Crystov steps into the ring, throwing the mask aside as the fans sit in silence, in shock from what they're witnessing.

"Kingbear... It's time to Reap what you've sown!"

The Reaper charges the big man, dropping the microphone as the bell rings.

TBCB Kingbear