Imperial Championship match: Demon (c) vs Nicholas

[Demon]

The crowd shift around anxiously in their seats. Even though the two men about to face off are obviously hated by the fans, it is a definite fact that this will prove a great match. A dull hush comes over the fans as they await the appearance of their oh so hated Imperial Champion. They do not have to wait too long, however, as the lights in the arena go out and the words, "Welcome to Hell!" echo throughout. The lights come back up after the usual sound of a small child screaming, and Last Resort by Papa Roach begins to play.

"Cut my life into pieces,
This is my Last Resort.
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding.

This is my Last Resort!"

Demon pushes his way through the entrance curtains. Normally, he would be enduring a maelstrom of boos from the crowd. However, it appears that he is the lesser of two evils in this match, and a few in the crowd even clap appreciatively. The Master of the Abyss does not even notice this change in the crowd's reaction, and just walks down the ramp adorned in his black wrestling pants, black muscle shirt, and trademark mask.

"Introducing next. He hails from parts unknown. Standing six feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at three-hundred and twelve pounds. He is your Imperial Champion.....DEMON!!!"

"This should be one hell of a match. We've got our Imperial Champion in Demon, facing off against the number one contender, and his very own stablemate in Nicholas Carson."

"Amazingly, what you just said is normal announcer talk. I can't believe it. This must be a major break through for you."

Demon walks at his own slow pace down toward the ring. Nicholas appears to be a bit restless, and he walks around the ring, willing Demon to move faster and get down to the ring. He wants the violence to begin as soon as possible, and knows that it is only moments away. However, Demon continues to walk slowly, frustrating the Maniac Mauler to no end.

"I can't wait to see this match get underway. If Demon can defeat Nicholas Carson, he will be avenged for his loss just this past Sunday. However, if he loses, he'll have lost to both Rhaps and Nicholas, putting him near the bottom of the Imperfects food chain."

"Oooooh! I can't wait to see some sweaty bodies flying around that ring!"

"Oh well, it was nice while it lasted."

Demon finally reaches the steel steps leading up into the ring. He looks at them almost adoringly before rushing up them with surprising speed and agility. The Imperial Imperfect scales the ring ropes and climbs into the ring, his eyes never leaving Nicholas Carson. Demon unstraps his Imperial Championship from his waist and hands it over to the referee who calls for the bell.

TBCB: Nicholas

[Demon]

OOC: Sorry that it's taking me so long dude. I haven't had any time to RP. Hopefully it will be up by tomorrow night.

[Demon]

As Nicholas continues to pout in frustration, Demon begins to come to once more. He shakes his head, trying to clear it of the proverbial cobwebs that crisscross the inside of his skull. The Imperial Imperfect then begins to push himself up to his feet, trying to be stealthy so as not to alert the Maniac Mauler to his newly aware presence. However, Demon's size proves to be a disadvantage as the ring shakes just enough to give him away. Nicholas turns around swiftly and looks down at Demon, who is still on his knees. Tricky Nicky begins waving his index finger back and forth, as if to say, "No no no....We'll be having none of that now". As a reaction, the Master of the Abyss snorts before spitting a loogie into the face of Nicholas. The man with the painted face looks disgusted at this and he wipes the combination of spit and snot off before snapping and jumping on top of Demon. Nicholas begins pounding down rights and lefts as fast as he can. Demon weakly attempts to block the blows, but they are too fast and great in number for him to have a chance of stopping them.

The referee begins counting up to five, giving Nicholas ample time to continue his assault. As the ref hits four, the Maniac Mauler hops up and off of Demon, smacking his hands together as if to clear some type of dirt or dust off from a long day's work. He smiles over at the referee for a moment before focusing his full attention back on Demon's body. As the camera zooms in on the action a bit, a slight trickle of blood can be seen pouring down Demon's forehead, the effect of Nicholas' onslaught already becoming apparent. The liquid runs down onto his nose before finally dropping off onto the canvas, beginning to form a small crimson pool. Nicholas looks down at his wounded adversary almost lovingly before he takes a few steps back. Without a moment more of hesitation, Nicholas runs forward and leaps into the air, sticking both of his legs out straight. Soon, gravity takes its effect on the Maniac Mauler and drags him back down toward the center of the earth. He lands on top of Demon, forcing his head into the canvas painfully.

"Well, seeing as I've nobody to really root for in this match, I think I'll just call it normally. Did you just see that leg drop by Carson? I think Demon might be down and out now."

"This is a nice change of pace. But you should never count Demon out. How many times do I have to tell you that Ray? He's proven time and again that he can get right back up."

"Oh, sorry JP. I usually just tune you out while I'm watching some hot bodies flying across the ring."

Nicholas shows another sign of intelligence as he immediately goes for the cover on Demon. The referee rolls onto his stomach and begins slapping his hand down to the mat. Each time it comes down, the crowd chant along, the echo from the chant deafening. "One.....Two....Th-". Demon shoots his left shoulder up off the mat just in the nick of time to stop the count. Nicholas looks over at the ref with a shocked look on his face, but the steadfast referee thrusts up two fingers, holding them up high enough for the timekeeper to see.

"And we almost had a new Imperial Champion. I've got to say, this match has been too close to call so far."

"You've got that right JP. But Nicholas has started to get on a bit of a roll. We might be getting a glimpse at the beginning of the end."

TBCB: Nicholas

((Sorry about the length, I'm sooooo fucking stressed right now. And you're right Nicky. We need to try this again another time.))