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Post by M BISON on Feb 22, 2009 21:59:53 GMT -4
After the TV Champion walks out of the ring area and the props of the Ascension Match are put away, the show continues to the next match. Lizzie gets her cue cards ready as JP and Ray converse with one another. Suddenly, the lights begin to fade, slowly going down until the arena is completely black. The ButcherTron's screen turns white as an explosion is heard, a very familiar one to the regular viewers of Saturday Night Knockout. As the screen fades in: The screen fades out before showing Metal Dragon sitting by himself in a dark room in a steel chair. He wears a black t-shirt and black denim pants with the Dragon's Rage Title draped across his lap. The camera zooms in on SNK's champion as he reaches to his left and grabs a water bottle, then opens it and takes a gulp. MD gathers his thoughts before speaking. MD: "Rhaps... We've been in the same company for a long time, but we've somehow never crossed paths. Now that I have a prize, you finally admit that I'm in your league. See this title? Do you see it, you knife-swinging goof?"Dragon drapes the belt over his left shoulder and looks at it. "Tonight is the last time you'll ever get this close to it unless I die, and they strip it from my cold and dead hands and vacate it. Rhaps, you're the Safety Ranger... Why the fuck are you showing up into the kind of match you're challenging me to and facing someone who wants to rip your face off? That's exactly what I'm going to do, Rhaps: I'm going to rip every square inch of skin off of your body that I can hit with a weapon! I'm going to split your skull open and make a fucking smoothie out of your brain! I'm going to end your career, Rhaps, and I have no qualms about ending your life after what you've done to me, after what you've done to Vladimir Strife's fiance, and after what you've done to KingBear's wife."Dragon chugs the bottle of water for another couple of seconds before screwing the cap back on and pitching it to the side. "Vladimir Strife said he'd take care of you... I know he won't because he won't have to after I incapacitate you. Prepare to spend as much time as I want to you in the Trifecta while I beat every ounce of rage I have out of your dead body."MD stands up. "I've been funny for the past few weeks. I've done a puppet show to make fun of you, done a silly fucking Valentine's Day commercial, and goofed around backstage... Now it's time for me to be serious. I hope you're ready to die, you piece of shit. Die, Rhapsy, Die."The Nashville native takes the belt from his shoulder and looks at it for a moment, then puts it right back over his shoulder and stares at the camera. The screen then fades to black as the lights come back up. JP: "Well Ray, Metal Dragon said what he plans to do. I haven't seen him that pissed off in a while."Ray: "I can't blame him, but I am very impressed with how Rhaps managed to get that title match so quickly.""Are you kidding me? He took out MD's legs with a nail bomb!"The bell sounds three times as Lizzie stands up with microphone in hand. Lizzie: "The following is the Trifecta match for the EVPW Dragon's Rage Championship! The rules will be explained by the challenger."A slow strum of the guitar followed by a small riff begins playing as Iron Maiden's "The Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg" begins playing over the PA. After a short stint of guitarwork, the lyrics begin while a montage on the ButcherTron displays MD through his career, starting in CWO all the way through EVPW. Let me tell you bout my life
Let me tell you bout my dreams
Let me tell you bout the things that happen
Always real to me
Let me tell you of my hope
Of my need to reach the sky
Let me take you on an awkward journey
Let me tell you why...
Let me tell you why... The song kicks in after a few seconds, Bruce Dickinson's vocals resonating through Bakersfield. The ButcherTron switches to MD's normal video, showing him hitting DDTs, Death Metals, DragonFires, chair shots, anything and everything he intends to land tonight. Metal Dragon, the man about to defend the highest prize on SNK, walks through the curtain and the crowd immediately explodes into applause. All eyes in the arena fixed on him, Dragon walks a few steps forward then begins to look around the venue. The champion is going shirtless with long black pants and black sneakers, the exposed torso a very rare occurrence but perhaps a necessity to prove how much pain he can actually take. Dragon reaches in his pockets and feels something inside, possibly a weapon. Why should these curses be laid upon me
I won't be forgiven 'til I can break free
What did I do to deserve all this guilt
Pay for my sins, for the sale of my soul
Demons are trapped all inside of my head
My hopes are gone reach for heaven from hell "Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee... Standing six feet tall and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the EVPW Dragon's Rage Champion... Ladies and gentlemen, THIS IS METAL DRAGON!"MD holds the Dragon's Rage Championship in the air as the crowd cheers, red pyrotechnics exploding from over the ButcherTron and showering sparks down behind the champion. Dragon puts the belt around his waist before walking down the aisle with outstretched arms, fans slapping his hands with theirs as they cheer for the man they want to see stop Rhaps's spree of terror once and for all. My sins are many, my guilt is too heavy
The pressure of knowing; of hiding what I know
I'm able to see things, things that I don't want to see
The lives of a thousand souls weigh heavy down on me "And here comes Saturday Night's champion, fresh off of a brutal hardcore match last night. Do you think he's sore, Ray?""As sore as I am after a night of-""That's enough."MD finishes walking down the aisle and slides into the ring, looking up at the three cages that hang overhead as thoughts of how he can torture the man from Canterbury dance through his head. I know they're crying for help reaching out
The burden of them will take me down as well
The sin of a thousand souls not died in vain
Reincarnate still in me live again Dragon hands his title to the referee, who takes it to a stagehand and hands it over before staying out of the ring, no real purpose for the man in stripes to be inside the structure... And he knows he shouldn't be in between the two men about to compete in the Trifecta if he values his well-being. With the crowd still going insane, MD walks to one of the corners and climbs the turnbuckles while eying the weapons that the two had chosen for tonight. The crowd cheers and takes pictures as Dragon raises his arms atop the turnbuckles, then steps down to make his rounds of all four. Someone to save me,
Something to save me from myself
To bring salvation
To exorcise this hell
Someone to save me,
Something to save me from myself
To bring salvation
To exorcise this hell "You know, I would have never thought that when these two men collided, that Dragon would be the fan favorite and the fans would want him to tear The SIC Maniac apart. Frankly, I have that exact opinion and I can't wait to see Rhaps get what he deserves!""Way to be objective, Jimmy. First of all, there's no way that the beautiful Rhapsy is going to lose tonight, second... Well, that's it. Rhaps is going to win because he's sexy and I said so."As the bridge riff begins, the song fades out. Dragon has now climbed all four corners and steps down from the last one, then leans back onto the ropes. The champ hooks his arms back on the ropes and bounces on them a couple times as he looks up at the cages again, paying extra attention to the outermost one. A huge "Metal Dragon" chant builds up, impossible to drown out even if one was hearing impaired and put earplugs in. The man in the ring, SNK's champion and EVPW's knight in shining armor for now, hears the chant and closes his eyes to listen to it. MD knows they all are ready to see him destroy the man who is about to come out next. Dragon opens his eyes after a deep moment of reflection and mental preparation, and he waits for the Safety Ranger's music to hit. TBC Rhaps |
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Post by Rhaps on Feb 23, 2009 20:25:57 GMT -4
There is a luminous haze being cast down from the arena light, basking the fans in their translucent glow as they await the arrival of the Rhapsitastic One. In spite of their eagerness to see the hardcore brutality that the match promises, they are abject towards seeing the man who has so disgusted and appalled them in recent weeks. Psychosocial by Slipknot begins reverberating around the entire building as the camera pans across, various spotlights flickering on and off, matching the tempo of Rhaps’ entrance music. The three cages are suspended in the air, their steely torment embracing the squared circle with a seemingly new found glee as the fans almost relish the thought of Metal Dragon and Rhaps destroying one another within their menacing construction. Neither man is receiving much love from the fans tonight. Their tumultuous cheers are screamed out in place of their vehement booing, clearly enjoying the prospect of what is to come. Psychosocial continues to shatter the still air with its magnanimous presence, the music rising into a vast shrill and crescendo of noise as if in condemnation for the reigning world champion. Metal Dragon is stood at the centre of the display as the spotlights throw their light into the vast arena before being switched off hastily to match the cadence in the fiery music being played. It seems all for him, as if Rhaps is playing some mental game to back up his words just a couple of days prior to the most anticipated match in either man’s career, Abaddon’s Pit to be a benchmark to rarely ever be achieved again.
Rhaps finally emerges from backstage, his presence causing a slight stir but for some unknown reason the heaving mass of humanity currently pressed in tightly around him decide not to voice their displeasure at the sight of him. The challenger for SNK’s biggest prize remains frozen on the spot, a haunting look of a long unquenched anger burning deep within him. The contact lenses Rhaps usually wears have been removed, his own natural blues staring with an all consuming presence at his splendid nightmare realised in the form of the Trifecta hanging menacingly before him. Metal Dragon possesses the quiet and cocky exuberance of a man who knows he has a good a chance as any before him in defeating the Beast Unleashed at his own game. The reigning champion flexes his muscles in a show of one-upmanship, not designed to intimidate Rhaps but to merely show his willing to compete. Rhaps’ torso is exposed, the long faded scars shining dully in the pale light, testament too many a hardcore match long since gone. The SIC Warrior is also sporting a pair of knee length black shorts, his shins exposed with a pair of thick-set black boots underneath.
Rhaps’ face remains inert and still as the prevailing sound of his heartbeat echoes inside his ear drums. Time seems to slow down as the fans screaming their singular joy at witnessing this moment seem to slow into a creeping blur of motion on the edge of his senses. The only man to not have slowed down any in Rhaps’ mind is the reigning Dragon’s Rage Champion. This one shining and picturesque moment crystallised for eternity in his mind as both men stare into one another’s eyes. This moment seems to be nothing more than two equally skilled veterans in deadly combat for the grandest prize in EVPW today. They nod at one another, an understanding silently being reached voicelessly as they finally see into each other’s smouldering souls. Inside they clearly see everything that embodies EVPW. The drive, the determination and the burning will to be champion. Just as quickly as the pervasive stillness had come, life returns to its normal speed and Rhaps tears his concentration away to step foot into the ring with his dogged opponent. He reaches into his pocket and draws out the knife as a child would with a doll. He handles it easily as he steps walks under the menacing stare of the three cages. Eventually, Rhaps climbs atop the ring apron and steps through the ring ropes.
Lizzie: Introducing his opponent and the challenger to the EVPW Dragon’s Rage Championship. Weighing in tonight at 219 pounds and hailing from Canterbury, England. He is the former two time world champion and former tag team champion. He is the man who has done it all and the embodiment of hardcore in the world of professional wrestling today. The High Flying, Death Defying, Rhapsifying SIC Maniac. Rhaps.
Lizzie pauses as she finishes the announcement, the ring announcer staring absent-mindedly at the array of weaponry amassed around the ring. Rhaps touches her on the shoulder gently, being handed the microphone easily. Lizzie steps through the ring ropes and retreats to the safe distance of the announce desk as two weapons are placed in the ring at the feet of either man. Both participants’ gazes stare to look at the weapons chosen while the first cage is being lowered around the ring. Beside Rhaps is a bottle of whisky with a rag stuffed into the alcohol swilling underneath it and a lighter placed to one side, the light dancing off of its steely surface. Beside Metal Dragon is a bat with barbed wire stretched around the outside, the barbs having been dulled slightly so as to truly make Rhaps howl and scream in pain from their tipped edges. Random pockets of rust can be seen across the wire, their malevolent presence promising much agony and mental anguish should the weapon ever be unfurled in this chamber of horrors. Rhaps raises the microphone to his mouth to speak before the last cage snaps shut crisply behind them and the referee narrowly escapes under it.
Rhaps: This next match is the Trifecta. A match of Rhaps’ own devising and tonight we wraiths of carnage shall do battle. The winner will have earned the title belt as they crawl and scramble over three layers of tortuous steel and hell to be proclaimed the winner. We start in the middle here and have to fight our way out of this fettered slice of both mental and physical torture, each layer becoming more difficult than the last. The first cage is a mere ten feet. The second cage is fifteen feet with a foot of barbed wire at the top. But Rhapsy is generous so two sixteen foot ladders have been provided to make it just that little bit easier for you bitch-tits. The third cage is twenty feet with electricity run through it for ninety seconds every five minutes. The first man to escape is the winner.
Rhaps lowers the microphone as two stage hands place the respective ladders that Rhaps has just mentioned. They stretch on up over the height of the first cage and both men look up at their daunting heights. The second layer of weapons is soon placed alongside the foreboding presence of the first cage, a bucket of salt for Rhaps and a bed of nails for the champion. The wires on the second cage creak and sway dangerously as it is lowered to contain the men in yet another ring of steel. A dull thud is heard as the steel bites into the concrete underneath and remains inert, nothing on earth or in hell’s fiery torment strong enough to now move it. The stage hands quickly repeat their steps, placing the third layer of weaponry into the Trifecta. Metal Dragon has opted for a weed whacker whilst the Beast Unleashed has chosen a far more sinister and brutal weapon in that of a barbed wire noose. It takes a few moments for the final cage to be lowered before the stage hands set to rigging up the batteries that will send their electrical embrace down the entire expanse of the metal structure. Metal Dragon and Rhaps look around them, beholding the now fully assembled prison and playground of destruction that shall be theirs.
Ray: My God Ray. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than what you’re looking at right now? I’ve got an erection just looking at the awesomely hardcore format that this match has taken from the beginning and it’ll be one hell of a battle tonight. I’ve got a set of tissues ready and I’ve hired a number of photographers to truly encapsulate the match forever for me. If I ever grow old, tonight won’t ever for me.
JP: You seriously disturb me Ray. Just looking at the three layers is tricky since we can’t really see the competitors through the steel mesh and at best they are only hazy blobs of humanity. That’s why we’ve set up rig cameras to be able to see into the Trifecta itself and we’ll broadcast a live feed into the ButcherTron so the fans in the front rows particularly will be able to see what we see.
As JP finishes explaining the set up for tonight the air inside the arena becomes very crisp and still. The ButcherTron takes on a snowy cast to it as the tech team hastily work on patching a live image through from the cameras currently hoisted over the exterior cage wall. It takes a few short moments before the clear image of Rhaps and MD staring at one another is seen, earning an emphatic round of applause to erupt from the audience. The referees stare at one another, not sure what to expect as they remain on the outside of the structure, ready to decide the winner of the match should that come before either man kills the other in the ring and has enough energy to escape. The Safety Ranger and the reigning world champion burn a hole through one another as they wait for the match to begin in earnest. A couple more seconds pass before the ring bell is finally heard, the bell sounding shrilly as the audience falls into a low ebb of noise. The fans hold their breath collectively as the match starts but both Metal Dragon and Rhaps remain firmly rooted on the spot and the prize to be had.
TBCB Metal Dragon.
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Post by M BISON on Feb 23, 2009 23:30:09 GMT -4
The two men inch toward each other, staring right in each other's eyes. Rhaps and Metal Dragon, challenger and champion, even begin to blink simultaneously as they both wait for the other to make the first move. Hatred pent up for weeks against one another, having no inhibitions toward hurting one another and with the referee on the outside looking in, the two greats of wrestling lunge at each other and lock down. Hands on each other's shoulders, The SIC Maniac pinches the trapezius muscles of his slightly shorter opponent. Rhaps slowly turns a two-inch height advantage into one around five inches as he targets the pressure point. Dragon looks down and ignores his pain long enough to shoot in on the Englishman, grabbing the legs of Rhaps and taking him down. The champion immediately pounces on top of the man he has grown to despise so much within so little time, and he lets that hate be known as punches begin to rain down on the face of the Safety Ranger, one for each nail that pierced the champion's skin on the night their feud was born. What seems like a slow few seconds for the champion was in reality an instant as the startled crowd bursts into cheers, seemingly channeling punches they want to throw at the hated member of the Imperfects straight to the fists of the Nashville native. In the midst of the barrage, Rhaps has finally had enough and bucks his hips up while rolling to his left. The technical wrestler is thrown off of the ice cream enthusiast before the challenger rolls away and gets up. Rhaps sees the weapon that Metal Dragon brought into this layer of tonight's match and plans to be the first one to use it as he picks up the barbed wire bat. MD gets up and approaches the Safety Ranger, intent just as malicious but nerves a bit calmer now that his weapon is in the equation. Rhaps holds the bat in front of himself as his enemy moves in, Dragon finally within striking distance after a few long seconds. Rhapsy lifts the weapon overhead and Metal Dragon immediately moves closer, only for the bat to not be brought down and the right knee of the Safety Ranger brought up instead. The champion's stomach collides with the kneecap of the challenger, Rhaps immediately spinning around to have free aim at MD's back. The bat is lifted overhead and comes down with force, a perfect opportunity for a perfect swing that slams barbed wire and the weight of the wood right into the upper back of the Dragon's Rage Champion. The American immediately falls flat on his face with the first displaced skin cells of the match made official. Not even giving the crowd time to cringe at the hard impact made by the weapon, The Rhapsitastic One lifts the weapon overhead one more time before slamming it onto the middle of his opponent's back, perpendicular to the spine. Metal Dragon is bent in half backwards from the force of the blow as he gasps in pain, Rhaps actually finding it pathetic that his opponent would show signs of agony and weakness when the match has just begun.
JP: "That's a couple of sick bat shots from the Safety Ranger himself, and the champion's quick trigger has gotten him into an early hole in the match."
Ray: "Rhaps is so much smarter than his opponent, he thinks so much quicker... They're equally matched in the looks department but they're totally mismatched in this contest."
Rhaps knows that this will keep him down for a few seconds, but not long enough; besides, there's no reason to try to hightail it out of the Trifecta when there are so many more ways to torture a man in it. The Safety Ranger jabs MD in the ribs with the end of his bat, making the champ roll over onto his back. With the Tennessean still writhing in pain, Rhaps lifts the bat overhead for a third swing. As the instrument of violence lowers, the champion rolls away to avoid the shot before quickly scrambling to his feet. Rhaps allows Dragon to get up as the SIC Maniac readies his bat in his hand, the former tag team champion holding it like one would hold it at the plate when awaiting a pitch. MD gets to his feet and takes a step toward Rhaps and the bat immediately swings at his face, but Dragon ducks. Rhapsy whiffs and his own momentum renders him staggering to gather himself after hitting only air, giving MD an ample opportunity to slide behind him. Dragon quickly wraps his arms around the waist of the man from Canterbury before leaning back and throwing Rhaps over him. The SIC Maniac flies backwards before his head and shoulders collide with the canvas, the German Suplex doing one extra favor for the man who executed it by ejecting the barbed wire bat from Rhapsy's grasp. Rhaps lies on the mat, the maneuver having caught him off guard as MD rolls out from under him and gets up. Dragon stops en route to the barbed wire bat to deliver a stomp to the face of Rhaps, the boot catching the Englishman right on the cheek. MD then walks over to his weapon of choice for this layer, all the while shooting glances at the Molotov cocktail that sits prone next to the ropes. The SIC Maniac stirs and rolls to his stomach as Dragon runs to the ropes with the bat tightly gripped in his left hand. Rhaps pushes himself up to all fours just as the champion rebounds off of the ropes and grabs the bat at each end. As he closes in on The SIC Maniac, Metal Dragon jumps and pushes his legs up to a mid-air crouching position, flexible enough to get the bat under his feet. The barbed wire baseball bat connects with the left temple of the man from Canterbury, extra force from the weight of Metal Dragon letting it do maximum damage. The head of Rhaps is forced in the same direction as MD's body takes the bat and his whole body has to follow suit before the challenger is driven into the mat. The crowd cheers as The Rhapsitastic One lies face-down in the center of the ring with some new abrasions and cuts on the left side of his head.
"Metal Dragon just skateboarded that barbed wire bat into the head of Rhaps! That could've decapitated him, and maybe that's what it takes to show that son of a bitch that you're in the same league!"
"No! Rhapsy! He could've gotten a concussion, a fractured skull, a variety of injuries from that! My poor Rhapsy!"
The callous Southerner gets up, feeling some blood trickling down his back as it still hurts from the bat shots earlier. Convinced that Rhaps is down for a little while, MD walks over to the ropes only glancing back once to make sure that Rhaps is still down. The SIC Maniac does not move a muscle until his opponent grabs the cage and steps onto the second rope to begin his climb. Rhaps gets to all fours again and sees the barbed wire bat lying next to him. With blurry vision, the Englishman grabs the bat and pushes his upper body up more, Metal Dragon all the while slowly climbing up the cage. With a burst of adrenaline and the need to not let MD get the upper hand, Rhapsy plants the end of the bat in the ground as he grips the handle and pushes up to his feet on it. Metal Dragon continues climbing, knowing that his adversary is on two feet again. He cannot climb fast enough, however, as Rhaps hurries over to the side of the cage that MD currently ascends with bat in hand. The bat is raised overhead by the former tag team champion as he jumps and swings, slamming the barbed wire into the calf of Metal Dragon. The unexpected impact makes all of MD's muscles freeze up in his body, all sensation in a current moment currently taking the form of a surprise rush of pain as the metal intrudes the skin. Rhaps yanks the bat back and backs up a couple steps, then raises the bat overhead again before launching it at Metal Dragon in one huge effort to knock him off of that cage wall. The projectile of metal and wood crashes into its intended target, smashing into his upper back and making him lose his grip on the cage. The SIC Maniac watches the bat drop down onto the canvas after it claws through little spots on Metal Dragon's flesh, and the sadistic challenger immediately picks it up. Rhaps prepares another swing just as MD loses his grip on the cage and begins to fall, the headcase from Canterbury immediately throwing the bat underhanded to let it ascend as Metal Dragon descends. Weapon and wrestler collide as Rhaps quickly backs away and his opponent crashes to the mat in severe pain. A grin strikes the face of Rhaps and he walks in the direction that nobody hoped he'd walk. The Imperfect begins to walk straight to where the cocktail and the lighter lie side-by-side.
To the relief of all, Rhaps only grabs the lighter when he makes that short trip, preferring to save the big explosion for a little later but promising himself it will happen. As he gives his weakened champion a stern look, Rhapsy flicks the lighter a couple times to amuse himself with the sudden spark. MD grabs the bat lying next to him, so far a trusty tool to whoever holds it, and starts to put forth effort in getting to his feet. Using the bat for support like Rhaps did after the skateboarding to the head, the champion pushes himself up to a vertical base as the lighter-wielding aerialist draws nearer. Metal Dragon backs away toward the corner of the ring before eventually resting his back against the turnbuckle pads, Rhaps brandishing a lighter like one would usually hold a knife. The Safety Ranger tucks the lighter into his boot as he stands just out of MD's swinging range, then walks one step closer and the champion comes from the corner with bat raised overhead. Rhapsy dodges to the side before twirling around to get MD's back, but the champion quickly drops the bat and turns to the left before shooting his left leg straight out. The sole of the Dragon's Rage Champ's foot impacts with the abdomen of The SIC Maniac and propels him into the corner. Metal Dragon immediately grabs Rhaps's hair and pulls him out of the corner slightly, then tucks the Englishman's head under his left arm. MD then grabs Rhapsy's waist and lifts him up suplex-style before placing Rhaps on the top turnbuckle, seating the challenger there as he still tries to catch his breath from the fierce side kick a few seconds ago. Metal Dragon turns around and grabs the barbed wire bat that lies behind him, but as he's turned around he finds that The SIC Maniac has gathered himself and is standing up on the top turnbuckle. Rhaps leaps off of his perch and leans back before sticking both feet out, and they both catch Metal Dragon in the face and send him to the mat, involuntarily releasing the bat from his hands as well with a beautiful Missile Dropkick. The man who is Imperfect in every sense of the word lands next to Dragon, then quickly gets up. Wasting no time in what he plans to do next, the challenger grabs the hair of the champion and pulls him to his feet. Rhaps doesn't let go of his adversary's hair, instead walking forward and slamming MD's face into the top turnbuckle pad. As Dragon recoils, Rhaps shoves him into the corner for him to slump there for a few seconds. The SIC Maniac turns around and grabs the barbed wire bat, then positions it a few feet away from the corner and at an angle where it makes an isosceles triangle with the ropes. As Metal Dragon shakes off the last flurry of offense from Rhaps and begins to stagger out of the corner, his hair is grabbed once again. The English high-flyer puts his right arm around MD's shoulder before wrapping his arm tightly around the champion's head and forcing him to bend forward. The Rhapsitastic One then runs to the corner and walks up the turnbuckles before backflipping off of them, letting go of MD's head briefly as his body changes trajectory. In a split-second, Metal Dragon finds himself with Rhaps's arm going across his face while his body is dragged backwards. Rhaps falls down to the canvas softly on his stomach while MD's back lands on the barbed wire bat and the arm across his face jerks his neck back, a perfectly executed SIC Drop. Dragon bounces off of the foreign object he landed on and flops over onto his stomach in pain as the crowd gives their standard bloodthirsty fanfare.
"What a SIC Drop onto that barbed wire bat! Metal Dragon has to be out for a while after that; what a perfect opportunity for Rhaps to get out of the first cage!"
"Wait, though. He's got that lighter in his boot and he either wants to use it individually for a second or just wants to keep Metal Dragon from using his weapon! Don't think for a second that Rhaps will just climb out of the innermost cage and pass up an opportunity to play with fire!"
TBC Rhaps
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Post by Rhaps on Feb 25, 2009 20:52:31 GMT -4
Metal Dragon’s unmoving form remains inert and frozen on the canvas, his lungs convulsing as the fire and torment of the last shot to the back of his head screaming at his brain. Each breath the champion takes; fresh torrents of air are sucked greedily into his chest. His heart continues to race and beat like a jack hammer, the inundation of its thumping ringing in the Dragon’s ear so loudly as if it would burst through the side of his skull. Rhaps looks around him a childish expression of wonderment and glee on his face as he looks at the ravaged frame of the champion as his body continues to convulse. His sinewy arms scrabble against the mat underneath as if looking for something to seize in an attempt to strangle and wrench the immeasurable agony coursing through his fettered system. The expression on the Safety Ranger’s face reflects this, the Beast Unleashed knowing full well that he is in control of this match and Metal Dragon has become nothing more than a puppet a party to his sick games of torture. Rhaps pauses for a moment in his very deliberate motions, taking a few sweet seconds to bask in the gloriousness of the sight before him, the champion down and at his very mercy. Both the fans and Metal Dragon alike know they will not receive any from the challenger to SNK world title.
Rhaps still has the dogged and determined expression on his face, almost awash with the hate and anger currently threatening to consume him and truly turn him into the beast that stalks EVPW’s halls so freely. Rhaps reaches into his boot and retrieves the lighter placing his thumb ready to ignite the flame. A couple of seconds passes before the Rhapsitastic One kick starts the lighter into life, the small flame dancing joyously in the still air, its warmth licking upwards hungrily in contemplation of spreading its devastation. Metal Dragon continues to squirm agitatedly as the pain slowly begins to ebb and wane as more time passes. The fans hold a collective breath as the Safety Ranger retrieves the Molotov cocktail, holding the bone chilling weapon in a single hand as he makes a show of moving lit lighter closer towards it. A shrill intake of breath is heard from hundreds of people currently amassed and hemmed in tightly around the menacing structure that is the Trifecta. Their eyes are fixed on either the monster currently residing in the centre of it or on the live feed being broadcast to the ButcherTron. The rag touches the flame almost wistfully before the entire garment catches ablaze.
The audience grimace at the prospect of what is to come, shying away from the images hurtling into their brains and becoming permanently lodged there as dull memories. Rhaps turns on the spot, ready and more than willing to wreak more havoc. Abruptly, the reigning champion rises to his feet desperately, fighting against his own inhibitions and the dragging force of gravity tugging at his battle worn limbs. He flings himself into the air swiftly, kicking his laced boots out in front of him. In spite of the relative speed of the attack, the Dragon’s aim is precise as the barely worn leather of his boots blasts the Molotov in Rhaps’ hands. The weapon is rammed sickeningly into Rhaps’ chest before the sprinkling of broken glass is heard. The alcohol mixes with the small fire before erupting into a huge swollen ball of luminescent heat, plunging flames in every direction. Rhaps catches it full force in the face and he drops to the canvas with a blood curdling scream. Metal Dragon too falls to the mat hastily, his unconscious mind taking over as he dutifully begins rolling his body on the mat to dampen out the fire. Rhaps however is not so lucky and it takes significantly longer before the flames are beaten back into submission.
JP: My God! The horrors that are being unleashed on both of these men are truly insane. I knew it was going to be both a physical and intense match but I didn’t expect this level of brutality and violence so early on in this match. And if you’ve just tuned into Ababbon’s Pit, yes this is the right channel and not some strange television programme for people with a fetish for hardcore violence. Though I think that’s what EVPW equates too.
Ray: I was going to say Jimmy, that’s the sole reason I’m here. Both of these men are my idols. I have even made small clay models of the true hardcore legends in EVPW and I play a game where they wrestle the newest member of the roster, my pe...
JP: Ok, I think I’ve got the idea.
All action in the ring has stopped, the fires having been purged of their deadly wrath after MD’s extraordinary counter to what Rhaps had in store for the reigning Dragon’s Rage Champion. The muscles ripple and surge across the Dragon’s body, his mind now racing whilst a faint tingling sensation is felt across his pectorals, testament to the fiery kiss he just received. Metal Dragon’s brain screams at him to get to his feet, unconsciously sensing that the match had turned decisively in his favour. The Dogmatic Dragon heaves against his own dead weight, his arms shaking violently from the fatigue and the numbing sensation as lactic acid builds up in his joints. The champion shakes his head in disbelief, not willing to accept that this match has taken such a toll already. He grits his teeth with a grim set determination as he forces his way back to his feet. A brief ripple of applause is heard from the audience, admiring the champion’s urge to push on with the match and prove to the world that he deserves to be stood at the top of the mountain. Rhaps’ form is sprawled out on the canvas underneath him, writhing and squirming futilely from the pain of the last terrific shot. The seconds seem to stretch on for eternity, the clicking of a non-existent clock whirring noisily inside MD’s mind. The realisation hits him that the longer this match continues the more chance there is for him to be able to hit Rhaps with a career ending move. He smiles evilly in contemplation of that fact, his eyes locked onto the barbed wire strewn bat. The more observant fans know that Metal Dragon has chosen to exact his revenge inside the cold steel that surrounds them rather than trying to scramble up the wire to freedom.
The Dragon’s Rage Champion walks over to the discarded weapon easily before picking it up into his clammy hands. MD grips the handle tersely, a mixed expression of joy and hate plastered on his facial features. His intense stare is firmly affixed on his opponent, the champion exhibiting a tenacity and exuberance the likes of which have not been seen by him before, the desire to remain the king of SNK throbbing through his veins. The Safety Ranger finally shows some signs of life as his legs kick out desperately as if seeking to gain some invisible foothold that would magically pull him back to a vertical base. MD’s knuckles whiten from the grip that he is exerting over the weapon, his eagerness and pent up aggression all flowing through his body into a single minded desire to cause pain. The seconds drag by before Rhaps finally wobbles dangerously to his knees, looking at the world through hazy vision. He only mutely registers the bat wielding presence of his opponent, not yet fully recovered from the failure with the Molotov. The fans inwardly grimace and outwardly wince as the bat is hefted over the Dragon’s head. It whistles through the air before smashing into Rhaps’ face. Surprisingly, nothing is heard from his lips as his head ricochets to one side, a mixture of blood and spittle spraying to one side. The challenger’s head bounces unceremoniously off of the canvas whilst a fevered Metal Dragon looks over at his fallen opponent.
Ray: Oh my God Jimmy.....I just did a sex wee. I know Rhaps just took the brunt of that shot to the head but the hardcore action in this match is through the roof. I’m going to spend tonight watching these tapes over and over again because this match is just beautiful. Don’t you agree Jimmy?
JP: Shockingly Ray I don’t get turned on by two half naked men beating the shit out of each other. I am in fact missing that cat you called Dick. What’s wrong Ray, you didn’t think it would be suitable to bring him along for this show?
Ray: No, little Dicky is in my pocket.
JP holds his face in his hands, an exasperated expression written across it as Ray opens his blazer. A small meow is heard as the kitten pops his head from the inside of Ray’s pocket to look at the world through its feline eyes. It takes a look for a few seconds before retreating back into the safety of his impromptu nest while Ray swoons over it. The action cuts back into the ring where Metal Dragon’s attention finally snaps back into reality, the torn superstar trying to get his body to co-operate in escaping the first cage whilst taking this moment to relish his dominance over the SIC Monster. Abruptly, a thinly veiled scream of effort is heard erupting from Rhaps’ lips, his body surging from the canvas. He half turns as he rises to his feet, his arm extended to one side with the dreaded knife clutched in his fist. Metal Dragon doesn’t have any time to react as the Beast Unleashed lunges the blade towards his throat, his aim deadly accurate. The Champion manages to pull his head back, the knife scraping across his cheek, bright rivulets of crimson oozing from the slice on his face. He puts his hand up to the cut in surprise having mistakenly thought that Rhaps was down for the count. The Dogged Dragon stumbles backwards blindly in a state of panic and confusion, his wide eyed expression telling the entire story. The defending champion falls to the canvas unceremoniously, the blood flowing slimily through his fingertips.
Rhaps remains poised the knife in hand and a malevolent look of hate and anguish all paling into one mask of loathing. A couple of drips of blood fall from the blade of the knife, the man wielding it hungry to see more spilled from his opponent due to the comparatively shallow cut made just moments prior. Metal Dragon is prone and vulnerable as he looks up at the crazed mad man. Rhaps, like MD earlier, takes this moment to truly enjoy the sight before him. He lets out a low and evil laugh the glint of his teeth complementing his villainous intentions, albeit subtly. The SIC Monster takes a step forwards before he suddenly blurs as he races towards his opponent. The knife whistles through the air once more before a loud crack is heard. The more nervous fans watching the match through their fingers jolt at the sound. It takes a few seconds to register what has happened as the form of Rhaps races towards the edge of the steel wall his fingers grasping at it greedily as he begins to assail to the heights of the first cage. Metal Dragon moves his head to one side, seeing Rhaps’ knife embedded in the canvas a mere two inches from his face. The more normal fans breathe a sigh of relief whilst the true hardcore fanatics whisper angrily to themselves under their breath, Vlad more than likely being one of them.
The Safety Ranger continues to grapple his way up the first cage, leaving all of his considerations for his opponent behind him as he continues to climb. Something deep inside his brain knows that this isn’t the best move in the world but the rationale is pushed to one side as the challenger fixates on the gleaming image of the Dragon’s Rage title belt. SNK’s top competitor races to his feet quickly his mind whirring as fast as his muscles can lift him back up to a vertical base. He gives chase after the challenger to his title, determined to not let Rhaps gain victory quite so easily. Both emboldened warriors begin to climb the wall to the second layer of torture with MD gaining as every second passes. Just as Rhaps places his hands flat on the lip of the cage wall, Metal Dragon reaches out and snatches his foot. It is most opportunistic for the champion as Rhaps rises to his full standing height over the steel as MD wrenches his foot out from under him. The Safety Ranger wobbles and sways dangerously before gravity finally gets the better of him. Rhaps’ frame tips the other side of the cage wall and he hurtles into the concrete sickeningly. The dull thud reverberates around the entire building whilst his body lies in a grotesque and twisted position at the foot of first and second layers of the Trifecta. Metal Dragon looks down at the broken form of his nemesis, a mocking laugh being heard from him as he realises what this means for his chances of retaining.
JP: Rhaps is broken in half from that move. I’m not sure whether Metal Dragon was trying to stop Rhaps from climbing or whether in fact making Rhaps fall ten feet into the concrete below was his intention all along. Knowing this sick bastard I suspect that the latter was what he had in mind. And guess what, the Dragon has achieved his mission tonight and it’ll only take a few more minutes of effort before he walks out of here with his title reign intact. That was sick, that was abhorrent. And ladies and gentleman, this has all been for EVPW Dragon’s Rage Championship. Is it really worth this much?
TBCB Metal Dragon.
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Post by M BISON on Feb 26, 2009 14:34:43 GMT -4
Metal Dragon climbs up to the lip of the cage and rests his arms on it, then plants his feet in the cage links. Feeling a fresh trail of blood crawl down his face, tickling his skin all the way down, Dragon lets a sick grin display on his face as he sees the broken and destroyed carcass of Rhaps down on the concrete floor. Just then, an idea enters his brain that is so crazy it just might work. MD climbs up a bit more, then gets high up enough to throw his right leg over the first cage. The Dragon's Rage Champion gets his other leg over and holds on to the first cage with his back to the other two. Metal Dragon looks below him to make sure The SIC Maniac is still below, then takes a deep breath before dropping off of the last cage. As he falls, Rhaps opens his eyes and sees his back falling first, MD trying to hit a senton off of the cage. The Safety Ranger, unfortunately for Dragon and anyone who may be rooting for him, rolls to his stomach and quickly crawls back while getting to his feet. The quick movement ensures that Metal Dragon falls that height only for his back to slam into the concrete. The champion indeed does that, his back hitting the floor and his limbs freezing for a split-second in shock before MD simply lies there motionless. Still not fully recovered from his own fall, Rhaps drops to his knees for a moment to recuperate.
JP: "He missed it! Rhaps moved out of the way just in time, and God knows Dragon's spine and shoulder blades could be in a thousand pieces right now!"
Ray: "That impact made me cringe. I think it scared Dicky too!"
The Beast Unleashed manages to get to his feet and stumbles back, then turns around as he wonders what weapon he will come across first. Seeing the bucket of salt a few feet away, thoughts begin running amok in his head as of how to use it. The SIC Monster walks toward the bucket of iodized torture with nothing on his mind but hurting MD; the belt is an afterthought until the third layer of the Trifecta right now. The number-one contender dips his right hand in the mass of sodium chloride, flinching as a few microscopic cuts, probably small nicks from barbed wire in the last layer, are burned by the salt. Rhaps walks back toward his opponent with a salty paw, the Nashvillian just starting to stir and try to get movement back in his limbs. Before MD can even start to get up, however, Rhaps has already walked back to where he lies. The Beast Unleashed drops to his knees and shakes a little bit of salt off of his hand so that they spray onto MD's chest. The granules sting the cuts from earlier and Dragon cringes in pain. The pain compares nothing to what Rhaps does next as he clutches MD's forehead with a salted palm, every molecule of the condiment burning the cuts extremely and making the champion yelp in agony. Every part of Metal Dragon's body shakes due to the pure misery the salt inflicts. Rhaps, as expected, shows no emotion as the madman presses his opponent's head into the ground with all the strength in his arm. After a few seconds, the challenger lets go, that few teaspoons of salt having run their course. MD rolls onto his stomach, head pounding too fast to think of how to turn the match in his direction. Before the Dragon's Rage Champion can gather himself, Rhaps grabs his hair and waist to pull him to his feet.
Spotting a ladder not too far behind Metal Dragon, Rhaps grabs his adversary's hair and starts walking toward it. The weakened champion is drug along for the short trip, his head still burning and his back still stiff from his previous couple minutes of misfortune. When the two men get to where the ladder lies, Rhaps turns MD so that his back faces the steel weapon. The former tag champion reaches his right arm between Metal Dragon's legs and scoops him up, intent on slamming him on the ladder. Dragon finally comes to life as he is upside-down in the middle of being scooped and slides back to avoid more punishment and also land behind his challenger. Instincts kicking in, MD grabs the head of Rhapsy and rushes toward the second cage before slamming the slightly taller man's head into the cage. The Rhapsitastic One staggers back in a small daze before MD moves in between him and the second cage. A switch comes on in Dragon's head and he puts his hands on the shoulders of Rhaps, then shoves him into the first cage. MD puts his right hand on the throat of Rhaps to hold him in place as the champ reaches his left hand into his pocket. Metal Dragon pulls out a knife of his own to numerous cheers before opening it and sticking the tip of the blade into Rhaps's forehead, right over the challenger's right eyebrow. MD twists the razor sharp blade while he moves it toward the left side of his opponent's face, the only thing hindering him from killing his vulnerable opponent being the existence of laws and a slight reduction in fun. The high flying, death defying, Rhapsifying SIC Maniac grimaces in pain as a type of weapon he's used to using on others tears his flesh apart and makes fresh blood flow down his face.
"No! Rhapsy is being sliced up!"
"Metal Dragon is giving the challenger a taste of his own medicine, and it's just as big of a dose as Rhaps usually gives out!"
Metal Dragon decides that it's time to do something else after cutting a few inches across his opponent's frontal lobe. MD closes the knife and puts it back in his pocket, then releases the choke from Rhapsy's throat before balling up that same hand and punching him straight in the trachea. The SIC Maniac falls forward, knowing that he's finally found an opponent as ruthless as him and also realizing that it isn't as easy as he thought it would be. MD steps over Rhaps, leaving the downed Englishman behind him as the champion goes to retrieve the ladder. Dragon picks up the ladder, walking over to Rhaps to hurt him more as he doesn't feel like climbing out yet. MD stands over his enemy and raises the ladder with the top facing down, then plunges it into the abdomen of the Beast Unleashed. Pure hatred flowing in the form of adrenaline and drowning out the soreness from every shot he's taken so far tonight, Dragon throws the ladder across the chest of Rhaps. MD then backs up a few steps before leaping and sitting down in mid-air, landing his rear end on the ladder and doing damage to the sternum and ribcage of Rhaps. Dragon gets up, still somewhat in the zone, and pulls the ladder off of his opponent. The champ then grabs the hair of his opponent and pulls him to his feet, then bends him forward and puts the head of The SIC Maniac between his legs. Metal Dragon backs up onto the ladder with his rival in tow, intent on a piledriver just like the kind that finished off The Purest last night. The Canterbury native quickly slides his head out and grabs the backs of MD's legs to trip him and take him down on top of the ladder, countering the malicious scheme of his opponent. Rhaps walks to the second cage while the dazed champion lies there, MD's head having bounced back and hit the ladder after being taken down. Climbing relatively quickly, Rhapsy gets a few feet above ground and ends up close to the height of the turnbuckles back in the first layer of the Trifecta. The SIC Maniac then takes a breath and leaps off of the cage, flipping backward 270 degrees before landing perpendicularly on MD with a beautiful Moonsault. Metal Dragon is pressed between the weight of Rhaps and the lack of give that the ladder has, and lies sprawled out on the ladder more as his opponent rolls over his legs and off of him.
"What an impact from that Moonsault! The athleticism of the high-flying challenger puts him at an advantage in the Trifecta since there's always something to climb nearby!"
"You're right about that, Jimmy. Dragon's fighting style requires a lot of movement which doesn't work in this relatively cramped space. I mean, they have about seven or eight feet to work with there, but that's not enough for some of the things that the champ can do."
Rhaps gets up and walks around the cage, ready to see what sick things he can do with the different weapons ready for use. After a short walk almost halfway around the cage, he comes across MD's chosen weapon for this layer, that being a thin board of wood with numerous nails sticking out of it. The SIC Maniac picks up the bed of nails and looks at it approvingly, then starts walking the rest of the way around the second layer of the cage. Metal Dragon has now gotten to his feet and begins walking toward the bucket of salt, the two wrestlers about to meet each other on the other side of the cage. Dragon takes out his knife and opens it, then wipes the blood off on his pants and dips it into the bucket of salt. Still moist after being stained with blood, the salt sticks to the metal blade and creates a truly sadistic weapon. Rhaps comes across the other ladder and grabs it with his free hand, now with two weapons in tow as he sees a knife-wielding Metal Dragon coming around the bend. Dragon closes the knife as he sees his opponent with two weapons, knowing that he most likely wouldn't be able to get a slice or a stab in against two larger instruments of torture. The Beast Unleashed drops the bed of nails and begins setting the ladder up as MD comes closer, quickly standing it up before walking toward his opponent. Rhaps quickly greets his opponent with a right jab to the jaw that makes Dragon stagger back. MD responds with a right front kick to the stomach that bends The SIC Monster over, then the champion wraps his right arm around his challenger's head to apply a front face lock. Dragon then pulls out his salted knife, holds it up while flipping it open to the cheers of the crowd, and sticks it in the lower back of his opponent while quickly swiping it up. A long but shallow cut opens to the right of Rhaps's spine and nearly parallel to it as well. The pain of the broken skin and the salt seething as it mixes with blood inside the new cut make Rhaps drop to his knees while still in his opponent's front headlock. MD puts the knife away once more, then grabs the waistband of Rhapsy's shorts and pulls him to his feet. With a sense of desperation, The SIC Maniac bends his knees before grabbing Dragon behind the legs and lifting him up. Rhaps then turns to where he faces the innermost cage before falling backwards, slamming the face of the Dragon's Rage Champion into the second cage. Both men hit the concrete floor and lie there for a moment to catch their breath. The deliverer of the last move gets up after a couple seconds and looks around. Wanting to make sure MD stays down long enough to permit what he has planned next, Rhaps grabs the second cage and jumps onto it. The SIC Maniac climbs a short height before dropping off and bending his knees, his left kneecap hitting MD in the back of the head at the conclusion of the fall.
Rhaps quickly gets back to his feet after the knee drop and pulls his Tennessean opponent up by the waist and arm. The Beast Unleashed steps around his opponent and wraps his right arm around MD's head, then begins walking toward the weapons Rhaps dropped earlier. When they both get around three feet away from the ladder, the challenger unwraps his opponent from the headlock and grabs the champ's left arm with his left hand. Rhapsy turns toward the first cage, then puts his right hand on the back of Dragon's head and slams the technical wrestler's face into the cage. The SIC Maniac turns his foe around and shoves his back against the cage, then loads his right arm across his body and slaps his palm onto MD's pectoral muscles. Before the compulsory "Wooo!" from the crowd can be sounded, Rhaps has already readied another chop and it strikes the champion's chest just as hard. Rhaps grabs the hair of Metal Dragon and turns him to face the ladder, then the high-flyer picks up the bed of nails and gets on the ladder. The enthusiast of strawberry ice cream climbs to the third step of the ladder with his rival standing under him in a catatonic state, then grabs both sides of the bed of nails. Rhaps then leaps from his perch and the plethora of sharp nails hits the top of Dragon's head, knocking the American down to the cold concrete floor. The Beast Unleashed lands on his feet, then pitches the bed of nails back toward the standing ladder. Rhaps then bends down and reaches into MD's left pocket, quickly finding the knife as it moved to the upper part of the champ's pocket during his last tumble to the ground. Rhaps opens the knife in his right hand, then his left clutches Dragon's throat. MD puts both hands on Rhaps's left arm to try and pry it off only for the knife blade to come down and stab him right between the eyebrows. Rhaps twists the tip of the pre-salted blade for a second as MD screams in pain before releasing his choke and the knife. Rhaps stands up straight, then closes the knife and takes a breath. The SIC Maniac cocks his right arm back while looking at the top of the first cage, then hurls the pocket knife over it to eliminate it from the equation of the bout. Rhapsy lifts his foot and stomps Dragon's cheek to sandwich the champ's head between his sole and the floor, then begins walking toward the bucket of salt.
"Metal Dragon is in a spot right now that nobody wants to be in. His opponent's in total control and is chipping away at him bit by bit. And now Rhaps is going to get the salt."
"The Dragon's Rage Champion has proven he belongs in the same vicinity as his challenger, but now I think he's run out of luck. This match hasn't made me want to throw up yet, but with the salt and definitely with what's in the second layer, I think I might need a bucket in a few minutes."
"I brought one just for you, my wussy colleague. Here you go."
As Ray is handed an empty bucket, Rhaps grabs his bucket full of salt by the handle and begins walking toward his grounded foe. Metal Dragon begins getting up as the challenger thrusts his bucket forward and spills a long bed of salt on the floor next MD. Rhaps walks backwards a little bit and sets his bucket to the side before walking forward to engage in more combat with Dragon. The man from Nashville walks forward only to receive a toe kick to the stomach. The bent-over MD instinctively responds by balling his fist and punching Rhaps between the legs. The low blow takes precedence over the kick in terms of pain and the Brit backs away with his hands over the afflicted area. MD approaches Rhaps and grabs his hair to walk him in front of where the salt was spilled, almost perfect length to match up with a man's height. Dragon then puts his left hand on the back of his opponent's head and traps Rhaps's legs with his own, then sweeps the aerialist forward with a Drop Toe Hold that makes Rhapsy's anterior land in the bed of salt. The SIC Monster flops off of the salt within a split-second, not the kind of pain that would render a man lying down for a while but the stinging sensation on his face and chest that makes someone convulse and fidget in pure agony and panic. Dragon simply sits up and smirks. MD knows what the Briton next to him feels and how much it hurts... and he is happy that Rhaps feels that pain.
Rhaps gets up after his initial stint of flailing around, knowing that the pain will eventually fade to something tolerable. Metal Dragon gets up as well and turns toward Rhaps only to receive a jab to the nose. The 6'2" Beast Unleashed shoves MD into the second cage, holding him there for a second as he shoves his left knee into the champion's gut. Rhaps then puts his right arm over Dragon's head and turns him toward the bloodstained pile of salt, then falls back to flip MD forward with a Snap Suplex. The American lands in the salt, burning as Rhaps is satisfied that his opponent is sharing his pain. Metal Dragon rolls off of the salt, feeling an intense burn but not quite as harsh as what Rhaps felt. The SIC Maniac gets up and grabs MD's hair to sit him up straight, then jumps and sticks both feet out to deliver a dropkick to the back of the champion's neck. Metal Dragon's upper body flops backward onto the concrete and he clutches the back of his head now. Rhaps quickly gets to his feet again and steps over the Dragon's Rage Champion, then grabs his ankles and begins to drag him across the floor toward the ladder and bed of nails.
By the time the two men are a few feet away from the ladder, Metal Dragon has recovered enough to begin getting up. Rhaps permits him to begin getting to his feet as the challenger picks up the bed of nails. Rhaps tosses the weapon of wood and metal so that it lies facing up right next to the standing ladder. The SIC Maniac turns back toward Dragon and the champion throws a left toe kick, but Rhaps catches it under his arm. Metal Dragon then teaches him that doing that was a bad idea as he instantly swings his right leg up, the top of his foot smacking Rhaps in the head with an enzuigiri. The Briton is sent into the second cage and leans forward, catching himself on it to avoid falling. Dragon lands as softly as one could possibly land on concrete before getting up. The champion then swings his right leg around to attempt a round kick, but Rhaps saw him loading it out of the corner of his eye and turns toward the champion. The challenger lets the kick hit his arm as he bends his arm up to catch the leg, then he pulls Metal Dragon in. The right hand of Rhaps then chops Dragon in the groin, The SIC Maniac doing a low blow of his own. Rhapsy lets go of his opponent's leg, letting Dragon stand there clutching his painful junk for a few seconds as he turns back toward the ladder. Rhaps climbs to the fourth step of the ladder, then turns around as MD stumbles forward just like the challenger hoped. The SIC Monster then leaps from his elevated position with legs apart, then lands his calf muscles on each of MD's shoulders and leans back. The Tennessee resident is thrown forward by the Huracanrana, forced to perform a somersault by the shift in momentum before his back lands on the bed of nails. Every muscle in Dragon's body goes tense as he lets out a gasp, lying in a weakened state while the nails sink into his skin.
"Brilliant planning by Rhaps, sending Metal Dragon flipping forward onto the nails like that! Absolutely brutal genius by the challenger!"
"A Huracanrana, Dicky! Wasn't that awesome? Yes it was, you thought it was entertaining as well!"
Rhaps's body requires him to stop for a moment as the crowd delivers applause, the spectators cheering not for the man but for the match itself. The challenger finally gets up and the champion rolls off of the bed of nails to try to do the same. The SIC Maniac looks at his seemingly near-death opponent and then at the ladder, now deciding to attempt moving on to the next layer of the match. Rhaps puts the ladder closer to the cage so he will take less of the barbed wire once he's up there, then begins climbing. The champion getting up below him, Rhaps gets to the third step easily. The number-one contender gets halfway up the ladder by the time MD gets to his feet, then Metal Dragon rushes to the same side of the ladder that Rhaps is climbing and begins ascending himself. Rhaps nears the top and realizes that his fellow wrestler is below him, making the climb. The SIC Maniac gets to the top of the ladder and waits for Dragon, waiting a few seconds while Dragon slowly ascends. When Metal Dragon gets into range, Rhapsy shoots his right foot back to try and knock the champion off. The boot of the Englishman catches MD on the scalp but barely fazes him. Rhaps loads his foot again and tries to kick MD off of the ladder, but this time his foot is caught. The challenger is perplexed, having no idea what to do that wouldn't result in both men falling off the ladder. Unknown to The SIC Monster, that's exactly what his opponent is planning on doing. Using the leg of Rhaps to assist his climbing, MD reaches the top of the ladder and stands right behind his opponent. Rhaps throws a left elbow back and grazes the side of Dragon's face, barely affecting the champion at all. Metal Dragon then slides his arm under the left armpit of Rhaps and places his hand on the back of the Briton's head. The crowd stands on their feet, knowing exactly what is next as MD puts his right arm across Rhaps's throat and his right hand grabs his own left arm. Metal Dragon, with his adversary's head locked perfectly into place, utters an instruction to his opponent.
MD: "Say good night."
The Dragon's Rage Champion then leans back, falling off of the ladder and taking his opponent with him. After both men's feet no longer touch the ladder, MD releases the hold of the Tiger Suplex '85, which sends Rhaps flying free through the air. Metal Dragon falls back-first while the number-one contender backflips due to momentum before both men simultaneously hit the concrete floor. The crowd, as expected, goes nuts.
"OH MY GOD!"
"TIGER SUPLEX OFF OF THE FUCKING LADDER! METAL DRAGON, YOU ARE COMPLETELY INSANE!"
"Rhaps is dead, and Metal Dragon is half-dead! That was one of the most brainless but awesome things I've ever seen!"
"Rhaps didn't backflip, he got flipped from the power that MD put into the suplex itself! Both men are completely motionless, one from giving the move and falling and the other from receiving the move and getting flung across the Trifecta!"
TBC Rhaps
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Post by Rhaps on Mar 1, 2009 12:20:24 GMT -4
The air is terse with the excitement and wonderment irradiating from the fans in such vast quantities. Excitement, from the prospect of seeing these two behemoths grappling one another for supremacy in this epic duel for the world title while the wonderment stemming from being unable to comprehend both men’s desire to fight so tenaciously. The swathing mass of humanity pressing in around the vast construction that is the Trifecta are on their feet. Their joyous exuberance can be detected in vast droves as hundreds upon hundreds of voices are raised into the fettered air of thick emotion. A single solitary chant is heard as the entire EVPW faithful take up the call. The words ‘this match rules’ echoes around the arena in a vast tumult of noise and sound, almost deafening to the senses as they continue to display their gratitude towards both participants of the match. Both Metal Dragon and Rhaps still lie stricken on the concrete inside their steely confinement, their ravaged bodies almost broken asunder from the insane looking Tiger Driver off of the ladder. The moment replays in the minds of audience once more, their entire consciousness awash with a new sense of awe and burning desire to follow in the participants footsteps. This deep seeded desire however draws back in resigned fear as they witness the truly devastating effects this match has had thus far, both men still not moving after the tremendous impact into the cold unforgiving concrete. The two embattled warriors begin to stir slowly, the enormity of the match throwing a signal somewhere deep inside their neuroses, their thoughts shouting words of hastened encouragement at them whilst their bodies remain unresponsive.
The champion sits on his knees, a thin layer of sweat coagulating on the clammy surface that is his skin. He looks up briefly to ascertain the whereabouts of his nemesis, his piercing gaze sighting his opponent still on the concrete. Rhaps’ frame remains relatively motionless, the last move having taken its toll on the challenger to the one of the richest prizes in EVPW today. Metal Dragon nods to himself, his intent clear and his iron will firmly resolved to walk out of the building as a true fighting champion. His heart races and skips a beat in his breast at the thought of beating one of the most sadistic men in EVPW history and the acclaim that he would receive for accomplishing such a feat. The burning thought drives him on, all his will and being centred on the task ahead, thinking about all that needs to be done to possibly exact the biggest win of his entire career. Rhaps’ fans, being few and far between, stand to their feet and try to make their voices heard over the vast din that is the EVPW faithful. Despite their best attempts, their voices are consumed by the heaving tumult and drowning out their shouts of encouragement to their hardcore hero. The seconds continue to tick by as Metal Dragon grits his teeth, his unerring thoughts all now bent towards fighting against his own inhibitions and getting back to his feet. A shiver of pain runs down the nerve endings in his legs, the synapses in the brain firing as the signals are sent and received in a tiny microcosm of time. He places his left foot gingerly on the concrete, the bulbous sack of muscle shaking violently from the effort but holding firm nonetheless.
The Dragon’s Rage Champion relishes the ever increasing advantage he has over his opponent as he gives a grunt of effort. He stumbles to a vertical base clumsily, his fans shouting their support for the Nashville native, their exuberant cheers acting as an added incentive for him to continue this brutal match. The Rhapsitastic One’s mouth gapes at the world as the pain creases across his body. His sinewy form fights against the overwhelming agony flooding through his system. He half turns his head, the bucket of salt looming hazily in his field of vision as a haunting and inviting weapon that could be utilised at his whim. The only thing that stops Rhaps is the fragility that is humanity, everything that has thus far happened to his body scuppers his ability to execute the moves envisioned deep within his brain. As Metal Dragon drags his feet limply as he closes the distance between both men, Rhaps reaches out, his fingertips agonisingly close to the salty touch of his chosen weapon. His fingers plunge into their painful depths as he seizes a handful of the sodium chloride. Metal Dragon bends over and latches onto Rhaps’ hair, not expecting his opponent to have any fight left within him. Much to his surprise, the Safety Ranger abruptly screams his defiance as he surges off of the concrete. His hand whips towards the Dragon’s face, the salt plunging into the tiny slits in his face that are his eyes and the salt bites deep into his cornea. Its stinging embrace causes the defending champion to howl an incredible bellow of hurt as he drops to his knees. His fingertips claw against his visual cortex in a vain attempt to scratch out the very substance that is the source of his ire.
JP: Oh my God, how brutal can this match get? We saw what sort of horrors that Metal Dragon could dream up after that tremendous looking Tiger Suplex from the champion and now Rhaps has struck back with that salt. This is going to be sheer pandemonium and both men will need to be hospitalised before this night is over. It might seem like a redundant question but is the SNK World Title belt really worth this much trouble and effort?
Ray: Yes dammit! Kill, bite, slash, tear, burn and torture your opponent until they can no longer stand. Then you gloat in their faces as they lay in a pool of their own blood. Maybe show them something insulting like a picture of a cow and claim it’s their girlfriend or say how many times you had sex with their mother. That’s what I’d do if I won a match like this.
JP: That’s because you were probably dropped on your head at birth and you’re very disturbed. Now if you excuse me I’m going to sit with the Spanish announcers. Yo Jose, what’s up?
Ray looks beseechingly at his broadcast partner as he gets up from his seat and head over to where the Spanish announcers are sat. They converse with one another in a mixture of broken Spanish and English before finally reaching an agreement. Jose the Spanish announcer smiles happily as JP climbs into his seat before he takes his place next to an indignant Ray White. Ray gives a dirty look to the Spanish speaking announcer before folding his arms sulkily. Jose doesn’t notice his hatred, merely beaming a warm smile in Ray’s direction before he enthusiastically turns back to watch the action. The activity inside the demonic structure has halted once more, the champion still writhing in pain from the attack. Rhaps lifts his head up slightly, the pain being dulled somewhat over time. He breaks into a sudden run, his back hunched low as he rockets towards the Dogged Dragon. The SIC Maniac’s shoulders slam into the exposed form of his nemesis with a deadly spear, the sudden impact sending a jolt down the entire expanse of his torso as the momentum of the attack causes him to stagger back wildly. He totters on the spot before gravity finally overwhelms him, Metal Dragon’s spine careening into the bed of nails sickeningly and dozens of sharpened points bite into his skin. The champion’s body thrashes and contorts wildly, his arms lashing out at the air in front of him whilst a scornful Rhaps offers him a smirk from his upright position.
The audience grimace at the sight of the Nashvillian’s tormented body, Rhaps clearly rapt with dissecting his enemy mind, body and soul. Thin veils of blood ooze from the nail pricks in MD’s back, staining the satanic weapon he is currently lying on. The air seems forced from his lungs from the sheer shock, every sharp intake of breath accompanied by a multitude of shooting pains expanding across his chest. MD’s breathing continues to be laboured, short and sharp hisses of air being sucked greedily into his lungs before it unfairly wreaks havoc on his ravaged form. Rhaps’ laughter is heard as a low and evil sound emanating from the leader of the Imperfects. He takes a moment to proudly survey the carnage before he turns on the spot, his clammy hands latching onto the nearest ladder. Rhaps manoeuvres the towering weapon being placed alongside a downed Metal Dragon. The Safety Ranger doesn’t hesitate in his steps as he begins to climb to the enormous heights offered to him by the monstrous scale of the ladder that was specifically constructed to meet the needs of the Trifecta. As Rhaps ascends to his new domain, he glances at the entire structure, mentally swooning at the hardcore delights and savouring his hardcore design having come to life in so beautiful a manner.
The Slice-O-Matic 9000 snaps to attention as his beady eyes stare wistfully at the inert target lying sixteen feet beneath him. The distance does little to unnerve Rhaps, the number one contender having been in many similar spots before in his long and laborious career. He empties his mind of all conscious thought before the SIC Maniac throws his dead weight over the relative safety of the ladder. He plunges through the air like a falling dart, deadly precision being Rhaps’ ally in this particular instance. Suddenly, Metal Dragon rolls out of the oncoming onslaught, much as Rhaps did earlier in the match. The Safety Ranger lands astride across the bed of nails, sixteen feet worth of momentum causing the nails to delve into his very core as the metal is rammed adroitly into his body. His body ceases all movement as the crowd stands to their feet, their eyes locked in horror on the unmoving body of the Rhapsitastic One. A full half minute drags by as Metal Dragon lies to one side of his opponent, his breathing still staggered. A collective breath is held by everyone in the building, hurried orders being shouted to half assembled EMTs as everyone fears the worst. The seconds tick by with agonising repetition and still no signs of life from the Safety Ranger. The movement is small but Rhaps’ fingertips twitch ever so slightly, confirming that there is life still beating beneath the breast of the demented SIC Monster. His feet begin moving limply whilst the EMTs remain on emergency stand by, the referees throwing alarmed expressions at one another as they continue to decide whether to let the match continue.
Ray: No, Rhapsy what have you done? You’re only supposed to let your opponent get injured because you’re supposed to walk out as champion. Dammit, c’mon Dicky, let’s wish uncle Rhapsy some luck and hope to the God of Hardcore that he is alright. We shall offer up a prayer to him. Oh Vladdy Strife, if you could spare Rhaps’ life for this greater good to enable him to continue competing then we will be eternally in your debt. Amen.
JP: And this is why I traded places with my good friend Jose. You see Ray is alright but he sometimes gets to be too much and that’s what I’m seeing right now. What I’m seeing is an over-anxious homo with a pussy. Nuff said. How are you coping over there Ray?
Ray: Jimmy, come back please. This Spanish guy is giving me funny looks and then laughing. I don’t trust you Mr Jose.
Jose: Que?
Ray continues to look imploringly towards JP but the ring veteran turned announcer simply ignores him and laughs in the face of his distress. Ray turns back to his kitten sullenly and strokes it a few times whilst Jose continues to stare directly at him with the same effacing smile on his plain and simple features. Metal Dragon looks across at Rhaps, the challenger exhibiting the signs of life still as his chest rises and falls. The Dragon’s Rage Champion hauls himself to his feet with a grunt of effort, knowing that this is the opportune moment to strike before Rhaps can have a chance to recover, if at all. The Nashville Native scans his surroundings, his vision becoming hazy and the immense walls of the Trifecta all blurring into a giant steel mesh maze, confusing his senses as to where everything is. The looming shape of the bucket of salt sticks out like a sore thumb in the relatively bland surroundings. Metal Dragon eyes it hungrily, wasting precious little time as his sweaty palms clasp the handle greedily before he hefts it off the ground and slowly drags it towards a hurt Rhaps. The SNK Champion places the sodium chloride down to one side before he drops to his knees beside the Rhapsitastic One, shoving his arms out in front of him whilst the fatigue and build up of lactic acid causes a tingling sensation to emanate from the creases in his muscles. The sensation is quite unpleasant as the Nashvillian places his palms flat against Rhaps’ body and his pale fingers are squeezed into his spongy flesh.
His efforts exact little in the way of movement as the Dragon heaves against his opponent one more time, his weary limbs screaming ire at him and almost pleading him to stop and grant them some measure of rest. However, Metal Dragon is unrelenting as he finally exerts enough strength to flip Rhaps onto his back, the challenger no longer lying astride across the toothy torment that is MD’s second weapon of choice. Scores of red puncture marks pock across Rhaps’ chest forming a lattice in his skin, each mark representing a huge searing point of pure agony. Rhaps’ opponent laughs in the face of this, throwing his somnolent head backwards as he takes this moment to smother his scorn in Rhaps’ ashen face. The Demonic Dragon clasps the bucket in his hands before turning it over. The river of saline coated torture is poured onto the exposed wounds rampant across the Englishman’s chest which burns tumultuously across the perforations left behind from the bed of nails. The various members of the crowd turn away at the sight of Metal Dragon throwing his head back in merriment as he smears the salt coated torment as it is smeared into the many cuts and grazes given to Rhaps through the sheer hell that has been their experience at Abaddon’s Pit. The agony rises through the challenger’s system as he fights weakly against MD’s horrific goal, the complete annihilation of the SIC Monster.
Jose: Mi Dios, eso está absolutamente enfermo. Yo me pregunto si esta persona al lado de mí sabe lo que digo. Qué un idiota.
Ray: Jimmy, what is he saying? I know he just insulted me because he looked at me and now he’s laughing. JP please come back, I’ll be good I promise. This is ruining what should be an enjoyable night because Metal Dragon’s use of that salt is absolutely awesome but I can’t concentrate with this Spanish Guy sat right next to me. Jimmy, pleeeeeeeease come back to meeeeeeeeeeeee.
JP: No Ray, you and that bloody cat are unbearable. The last three Pay-Per-Views you’ve brought your Dick along for the show and every time you ask me to stroke it. This time I’ve had enough and hopefully Jose there can teach you a valuable lesson. And before you ask, that lesson is to be significantly less irritating than you are.
Metal Dragon finishes the torture of his immobile prey, his mind now concentrating on the more pressing matter of escaping the Trifecta and retaining his title reign. The vision of the Dragon’s Rage title belt burns in his mind’s eye and the champion nods to himself, making a personal promise to do everything in his god given powers to win tonight. It seems to have an instant effect as he leaves Rhaps lying in a fettered pool of his own twisted agony and suffering as he traverses the steel construction to the opposite side, granting him some breathing space from a possible incursion from the Rhapsitastic One into his designs of now winning the match decisively. The Nashville Native picks up the second ladder hurriedly, his finger working feverishly as he fights against the contraption to finally unfurl the atrocious weapon to its full and regal height. The crowd looks on, sensing that the match could well be over in just a few short minutes where they could then greet the reigning champion with a raucous applause in the face of his ultimate triumph. Metal Dragon wastes little time as he positions the ladder alongside the second cage, looking up briefly to survey the seemingly insurmountable task that currently lies before him. The ring of barbed wire glints dully in the light being thrown down from the roof of the arena, the barbs dulled from time and overuse in encounters long since gone. MD shakes his head, unsure whether the faint traces of human blood are either for real or just a trick of the light. Either way it matters not for the Dragon’s Rage Champion can taste the victory in his mouth, the haunting prospect of winning hanging but a few inches within his twisted reach.
Metal Dragon’s loyal fan base begin chanting his name over and over again, hoping to fire their hero into some form of decisive action. He hears these words and they seem to fuel his desire and will to win as he nods his thanks to the nameless faces. He places his palms on both upright supports of the ladder before he begins to slowly drag himself up to the daunting summit. MD’s fatigued muscles continue to dutifully contract and relax each time as he pushes himself one rung at a time. The seconds tick by as if counting down to the end of time itself as the Dragon slaps his hands on the flat surface of the top of the ladder, his head emerging over the brutal layer of barbed wire awaiting him. MD reaches his hand out and he grips the wire tentatively, his fired imagination offering him a disservice as he hesitates in his actions as he openly contemplates the possibility of causing more anguish to his opponent that is currently lost in the interminable depths of the Trifecta. He shakes his head, dismissing the thoughts out of turn. The Dragon’s Rage Champion leans over slightly and presses his weight against the layer of steely hell, flattening it out in the process and making it easier to traverse. The wire is slowly tamped down as a murmur runs through the audience.
Unbeknownst to the Metallic Mauler, the Rhapsitastic One has begun to move once more, defying both the multitude of injuries and the chances of ever recovering from the failed Moonsault. His knotted muscles creak and groan in protest but Rhaps mentally shrugs it off, being overly dismissive and telling them to get in line from the various other signals being sent to his brain. His sense seem keener as he lifts his head, instantly eyeing his opponent as he hovers over the brink of oblivion, his hands working feverishly to make crossing the second cage a little safer. Rhaps cares little for what Metal Dragon is doing, his only concern with halting his progress once and for all. The excited tremor increases exponentially as the Safety Ranger walks on exhausted limbs, closing the distance between himself and the champion. Metal Dragon’s attention is all but spent on the task at hand, Rhaps not even featuring. Abruptly, he feels a tug on the ladder and his head shoots downwards. He stares in open mouthed astonishment as Rhaps latches onto the ladder and gritting his teeth in open defiance. He wrenches MD’s perch from under him as he places one foot on the top of the cage, attempting to break away from Rhaps’ trap but all too late. The weight of his body drags him down as his roost is ripped out from under him. He lets out a primeval scream as he lands stomach first barbed wire, the metal points wrenching deep into his gut despite their blunted edges. The Metallic Mauler’s frame lies across the top of the cage wall, his body having reached an equilibrium state with gravity. Before he can breathe a sigh of relief, the Beast Unleashed grasps his flailing legs before jerking them back into the second layer. His abdomen knifes past the deadly points and MD lets out a blood curdling scream of agony as he lands bodily, a dull thump accompanying his impact with the concrete.
JP: What else can these two men do to each other? This has gotten absolutely insane and I’m sure that injury on the champion will require some attention from the EMTs when we finally get this match finished. And just think there’s a third layer of this hellish nightmare still left to contend with. I know Ray will enjoy watching it but I’ not sure if I can take much more of this.
Ray: This is absolutely hardcore delight. This is truly one of the best matches I have ever or will ever see. It would be made so much better if this Jose guy stopped giving me funny looks. Yeah, I’m watching you Mr Jose. I know where you live. You live in Mexico and I can point that out on a map. So yeah.....beware.
Rhaps seems to have found his second wind as he stands over the Metallic Mauler, a look of indignant hatred on his face. The scratch marks have turned a crimson cast already, a fitting match to the lattice work left behind on Rhaps’ own torso. Abruptly he lashes a boot out, the soles of his shoe slamming into his exposed wounds caused a satisfying shriek to escape from MD’s parched lips the overall thirst being replaced with a hunger for ultimate violence. The Rhapsitastic One delivers three more crisp shots, causing the champion to convulse violently on the ground beneath him, his arms flailing wildly as a physical manifestation of the pain screaming through his body in vast torrents. The Englishman lets out a satisfied laugh before he turns on the spot. He bends down hurriedly and retrieves the fallen ladder, knowing that he only has a limited time scale in which to fully seize the advantage that has just been wrought from a seemingly unwinnable situation. The towering weapon is placed alongside the steel mesh again and the SIC Monster begins climbing to the very top. His progress is slow despite the recent respite that he was able to garner as Metal Dragon slaved away with the barbed wire to make it serviceable for crossing. The Reigning Champion exhibits his amazing resilience once more as he begins fighting against his own inhibitions, clawing against the ground and at anything he can latch onto to reach a vertical base once more.
The tense atmosphere has increased tenfold as Metal Dragon shudders to his feet before falling against the rungs of the ladder. He places both hands on it before he too begins ascending to the vast new heights. Both warriors slowly scramble up as they see the third and final layer hovering before them invitingly and the relative open expanse extending beyond the Trifecta. Rhaps stares at the entrance ramp hungrily, the significance of its sight not lost on the Beast Unleashed as the race instantly heats up, Metal Dragon hot on his heels as he clambers one rung at a time. The Rhapsitastic One finally reaches the vast summit, his feet swaying and wobbling dangerous as the occasional jolt tremors up through his legs from the Metallic Mauler as he continues to climb. Rhaps hops over the intervening space carefully, one leg on both the ladder and the cage wall as Metal Dragon too begins to force himself into a standing position. Rhaps moves his right leg off at the last possible instant before half turning on the spot carefully as to begin his climb down into the third layer. Beside him Metal Dragon assumes his full height as he hovers precariously on his perch. Instantly Rhaps gets an idea and he disregards any dissenting voices deep within his brain as he abruptly jumps into the air. He lies out horizontally, blasting his feet into the MD’s solar plexus. The drop kick smashes into Metal Dragon’s chest and the momentum of the shot causes to him to spill back down to the concrete with a sickening thud, an immeasurable tremor of agony rippling across the entire expanse of his inert body. Rhaps too falls back down to earth, his own form bouncing off of the cage wall before he careens into the ground on the opposite side of the cage.
JP: What the hell has Rhaps done? He’s destroyed both himself and his opponent for the sake of a meaningless title. Well, the Dragon’s Rage Championship clearly means a lot but I have to argue that nothing is worth such pain and brutal carnage. Both men may well end their respective careers tonight and this match will be the biggest mistake of their lives. What’s the point of fighting for a championship if you can’t even walk at the end of it?
TBCB Metal Dragon.
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Post by M BISON on Mar 2, 2009 18:41:56 GMT -4
Ray: "This is getting out of hand. Dicky's scared stiff and both competitors are half-dead at best."From the point of view of the Dragon's Rage Champion, the lights at the roof of the arena move from side to side. Almost hypnotizing, MD tries not to stare at them. The people chanting his name, begging him to get up and take the paper-thin chance he has left at winning the match, are simply wasting their voices from the perspective of someone on the outside looking in. All their chants sound like white noise to the dazed and battered champion as he lies on the cold concrete, unforgiving upon landing, but soothing when one lies down on it. Metal Dragon uses his last ounce of energy simply trying not to close his eyes and pass out due to the agony he's suffered. Staying down and giving up is an easy option, but at the same time it is not an option. On the other side of the second cage, Rhaps has found that he has landed next to his barbed wire noose. He tries to get his breath back after the foolish move he made and the resulting fall, and getting up will only be slightly easier for him than it was for his opponent. The barbed wire noose lies a few feet away from the challenger, who looks to the side and sees it. The SIC Maniac takes a breath. It's time to start getting up now, and Metal Dragon has taken enough punishment to satisfy the Briton's thirst for blood. Rhaps decides that this opportunity to escape is as good as he'll get, and he'd better take it. The crowd cheering for the other guy simply raises the challenger's spirits in a callous sort of way, knowing that there's nothing more he'd like to do than shut them up and make them disappointed. Look at who they're cheering for; some joke, some beaten-up imbecile from hick country who is one layer behind his challenger in a rat race out of the structure. Rhaps has made up his mind as he begins to stir, deciding that he is the top dog on Saturday Night Knockout, even though he isn't the champion... yet. The Rhapsitastic One begins to get to his feet and all eyes in the venue immediately lock onto him. The strength of his movement is a shell of what it was before, but Rhaps is indeed getting to his feet. The challenger gets to one knee, a complicated task for a man so tortured over the course of this night, then he takes a deep breath. Rhaps pushes himself to his feet and staggers toward the noose that he brought into the Trifecta tonight. The challenger glances through the cage he just fell over and sees his hated rival pulling himself up on the first cage. Finishing his short trip over to his weapon, the blue-eyed high-flyer picks the noose up and pitches it at the outermost cage. The metal simply hits the metal and bounces off, no electric current shocking it, nothing. The outermost cage has no current at this moment, and Rhaps immediately walks to it and latches his hands on to it. JP: "The challenger's climbing up and now the champion's just ascending the ladder! Evil has prevailed once again! Rhaps is our new Dragon's Rage Champion after a short climb! ... What the hell are you doing over here?""Jose's looking at me weird and I'm sick of it. I mean, he's the creepy type. So yeah, I think I'm more comfortable over here hanging out with you even though you treat me like crap."The two men begin ascending their respective heights, the man closer to the inside of the cage ignoring where his opponent is and just focusing on the ladder he climbs. The SIC Maniac scales the cage, eyes fixated on the top lip of the metal barrier between him and that title. Rhaps can almost feel the gold in his hands as he climbs, new determination in his eyes and soul. Metal Dragon has no chance to catch his challenger; he's only just reached the top of the ladder. Rhapsy should have seen something this unfortunate coming. The current switches on with a specific man from Canterbury having ascended most of the way up its height and clinging on to it. In a visual straight out of Jurassic Park, the cage rejects the presence of Rhaps and makes him convulse for a split-second. Rhaps is then ejected from the outermost cage and falls off, going about fifteen feet before landing on the concrete, back to square one of the climb. If you had just been there one minute earlier, Rhapsy. "OH MY GOD! The tide of this match has turned yet again! Rhaps was moments away from capturing that belt, but then karma for every freakin' thing he's done in the past two months bit him right in the ass!""It's horrible! Rhapsy's own idea backfired and now Dragon's back in the match because of something like that? That's just not fair."The current isn't murderously strong, but effective against a weakened man just as it would be effective on the other human in the Trifecta. That other man, Metal Dragon, has suddenly gotten his chance at victory back as he places his hands on the cleared-out spot at the top of the cage. It's just a couple feet without the menacing barbed wire, but it is enough for the Dragon's Rage Champion to climb over the lip of the cage and begin his much quicker descent. MD climbs down with his feet at the halfway point on the cage, then stops and hangs seven feet over his opponent for a moment. Getting ready to drop, and he's damn well not going to miss it like he did coming out of the first layer, Dragon bends his knees and hangs off of the cage by his hands. Rhaps having been sent flying off of the cage from the height he was sent off of, Metal Dragon has his knees right over his opponent. Target locked... The champ's fingers slip out of the links of the cage and he descends with an attempt at his double-knee drop, called The Bad Touch. As sure as death and taxes, the knees of the Tennessean connect with the pectorals of the Beast Unleashed. The limbs of Rhaps all are lifted off of the floor for a second, convulsing once due to the shockwave caused by a man's whole body weight landing near his center of gravity. "The Bad Touch connects! Rhaps is down and out! Should he try and climb out now? That is the question.""Well, by the counter in my head, the current's probably still running through the outer cage. If I was Metal Dragon, I'd probably... Well, I'd probably actually play with myself, but in this situation I'd try to inflict more punishment."Metal Dragon having landed in a very comfortable spot, he gets up rather quickly. Looking over the barbed wire noose, MD desires to know the location of the weapon he brought into this layer of the match. The Dragon's Rage Champ walks around the structure, in better condition than he was after being dropkicked off of that ladder but still stumbling forward over his own momentum for the most part. As Rhaps begins to move his extremities and try to get to his feet, MD grabs the weed whacker. The champion gives the starting string a pull and the two cutting strings rotate a couple times along with a grumbling sound. The crowd cheers as MD yanks the string back again and begins his journey back toward Rhaps. Nothing but malice is on the mind of the champion, who is ready to cut straight into the chest cavity of his adversary if need be out of hate for his rival and desire to keep the belt. Rhapsy is now on two feet, and he picks up the barbed wire noose, then puts it in his mouth with his teeth on a space between barbs. The SIC Monster then walks toward his fast-approaching opponent to engage him in combat. Dragon pulls the string to attempt to start the weed whacker, but it doesn't get it. Rhaps lunges forward as MD yanks the string again and it starts, but now the Briton's two hands are on the metal bar separating man from painful twirling plastic strings. The SIC Maniac pulls on the part of the yard work implement that he holds to pull its bearer closer. Rhapsy sticks his right arm out and his forearm catches the champion on the throat, knocking him down. The weed whacker's loud buzz ceases as the gas trigger is released, the entire weapon coming loose of Dragon's hands before landing safely on the floor of the RaboBank Arena. Rhaps takes the noose out of his mouth and puts it in his right hand, then drops to his knees. The challenger, eyes on an emotionless face staring right at the stunned and downed champ, places the barbed wire noose around the neck of the American. Rhaps then grabs the weed whacker and tosses it toward the outer cage to get it out of the way. The Beast Unleashed grabs his opponent's left arm with his left hand, then grabs the noose with the right hand and rolls the champion over onto his stomach, then walks over MD while looking at his feet. Rhaps then bends down and grabs each one of Dragon's ankles before pulling his legs up. Getting ready to put pressure on the same area he nail-bombed when the situation between these two men started, Rhaps pulls back to apply a Boston Crab. Dragon lets out a weak groan of pain and frustration, knowing exactly what is going to happen next as the abrasive barbs tickle the top of his neck. Rhaps steps back further to where MD's feet are almost exactly over his head, then The SIC Maniac puts both feet on either side of Dragon's neck. Feeling around for the barbed wire for a second, Rhaps finds the point where he wants to apply pressure before turning his right foot inside and lifting his feet up. Both parts of the Englishman's signature submission hold have been locked in as the barbed wire is pushed up under the jawbone of the Dragon's Rage Champion. Metal Dragon can do nothing but writhe flimsily in pain, the same feeling he's felt since the bell rang in this damned structure. "Nudgemission locked in! Metal Dragon could have the final nail put in his coffin right here! Rhaps is going to try and keep that hold in until Dragon is near dead!""Finish him off, Rhapsy! Dig that barbed wire into him! Make him pass out!"The pressure of the hold forced a small amount of extra blood out of the cuts already on the face of Metal Dragon. After a few long seconds, the champion's arms go limp and he closes his eyes. Blood flows down around his eyes, beside his nose, and into the corners of his mouth. The tickle of the liquid at it parades down his broken facade is the only sensation that MD feels as he goes numb. Rhaps cranks the hold a couple more times, bending his opponent backwards slightly further than he should normally go for a moment before quickly letting go. The head of MD splats onto the ground like a rock and his legs sling down before hitting the tops of his feet slam onto the concrete. One final fishlike flop onto the ground for Metal Dragon, and the champion is now lying face-down. Dragon opens his eyes for a moment and all he sees is his own blood smeared on the floor below him. Rhaps walks over to the cage, one brutalized mess leaving another behind to rot. The hands of the aerialist grip the cage and he begins climbing, slowly but surely it looks like he will make it up to the top within five minutes. He at least has three, nobody really knows at the moment. Little did he know that while MD was hurt by the hold, that he isn't dead yet. A game of possum was just played, and no better man to play it than one who is already two-thirds of the way to being deceased. Rhaps climbs a couple feet off the ground, not even looking back, avoiding looking back like Dragon is Gomorrah burning behind him. Metal Dragon slowly gets up while removing his noose as Rhaps continues struggling upward to victory. Finally, the technician gets to a vertical base while throwing the barbed wire noose to the side, and the crowd cheers. Dragon grabs the weed whacker right under Rhaps as the applause grows even higher and The SIC Maniac realizes that something is wrong. The Beast Unleashed stops climbing to look back at a walking corpse from Nashville, Tennessee that is currently revving up a weed whacker. On the second pull, the roar of the engine makes Rhapsy's heart sink as he knows what's next. The Groundskeeper From Hell thrusts the tool of his trade forward and it slices into the Slice-O-Matic 9000 right below the ribcage. "Ugh, oh God, not more gore.""Dragon came back with a vengeance! He played dead to get a chance to play with that Weed Eater, and you know that's satisfying for him!""This is just too much. Both of these guys are doing way too much to impress me.""No, they're doing this for the Dragon's Rage Championship. I don't think either of those things are worth this much punishment."The first thrust of the weed whacker stunned Rhaps and made him hang limply off of the cage, and the motor is still going. Dragon thrusts the weed whacker forward once again to slice Rhaps a centimeter under the cut he just inflicted. The sudden surge of burning pain makes Rhaps collide with the cage and bounce off, stumbling back. The SIC Maniac falls to his knees, facing away from MD before going down to all fours; it's his turn to feel torment again. Dragon steps back three steps, then lets go of the trigger on the weed whacker. MD puts one hand on the end of the metal bar, right next to the weapon's motor, then puts his other hand a foot above it. Metal Dragon runs toward his opponent with rage in his eyes, bypassing him and swinging the weed whacker down. The motor connects with the back of Rhaps's head, shoving the rest of his now barely conscious body into the floor. Dragon looks at the outermost cage and steps away from it, then tosses the weed whacker into it. The implement instantly rebounds off with a spray of sparks as MD quickly dodges to the side and it lands harmlessly in front of him. After a short moment of thinking, the Nashvillian steps over the weapon and walks to where Rhaps lies. MD grabs the Beast Unleashed by the hair and waist to pull him up to his feet, then turns him toward the electrified cage. Rhaps throws an elbow into the ribs of Metal Dragon out of instinct, then grabs his opponent's hair and turns his back toward the outermost cage. Electrical current still wandering through the cage, Rhaps backs up two steps before running the short distance and lifting his right leg. The foot of the challenger hits MD in the chest and knocks him into the cage, where he is immediately expelled from it and lands face-first on the concrete. The shocked Dragon's Rage Champion lies prone with his muscles tensed from being introduced to a good current with a good conductor. The Rhapsitastic One now stands over his opponent, spite and hate in his eyes and scowl as he ponders what to do next. Looking to the right and seeing his noose a few feet away, Rhaps walks in its direction. "Metal Dragon is down now and Rhaps is getting that noose again. It's amazing that both men have been able to shift the momentum of this match so many times given how decimated they are.""Neither of these men will be the same after this match is over. Hell, I definitely said that way too late. I guarantee you that the mental wounds are already setting in."TBC Rhaps (Then I can go to Florida.  )
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Post by Rhaps on Mar 6, 2009 14:34:05 GMT -4
An ominous hush has fallen over the resident EVPW faithful, the army of hardcore enthusiasts having been silenced from the sheer spectacle that has unfolded in front of their very eyes. This in itself is an enormous achievement, not to mention both men having the will and resolve to battle on to earn the strap around their waist. Metal Dragon’s fettered form twists and convulses lightly, the prevailing ache seething its way into the very core of his being. Rhaps staggers lightly as he crosses the daunting structure to his final weapon of choice, the barbs on the noose lightly scratching his skin, flecking it with yet more bright crimson scratches. They seem to merge into the decadence and shining display of wounds and injuries sustained in their epic duel for supremacy. Metal Dragon is faring little better as the Rhapsitastic One clenches a menacing fist around his weapon, the barbed wire acting as some kind of gauntlet within the crazed superstar’s mind. A few ideas run through his mind in the course of a few seconds, each more deadly than the last and he grins in a boyish delight at how magnificent and yet how gruesome his imagination really is. Rhaps falls to his knees in front of the wounded champion as he vainly tries to lift his head off of the ground, staring at the world in a new terrifying light in the knowledge that he has to share it with men like the Beast Unleashed. The thought though is slightly comforting to the proverbial king of the SNK Mountain, knowing that he has found a place in which his true twisted nature can blossom under the mantle of hardcore.
For the second time in the match thus far, Rhaps loops the barbed wire noose around his opponent’s neck, earning a few sickly coughs from the Dragon. He places his fingers against the barbs tickling his throat, only to earn a hard right hand shot to the face. The punch rocks the Dragon’s Rage Champion, his eyes rolling to the back of his head whilst Rhaps laughs sardonically at the sight of it. The Safety Ranger pulls back on the wire, half dragging Metal Dragon to the last cage. The Dragon half complies with his tormenter’s whims, the desire to not get his throat ripped out by Rhaps’ toy overcoming the overwhelming urge to not play a part to whatever sick fantasy Rhaps has in store for him. Rhaps finally reaches the cage, his fingers locked on the barbed wire noose and he fuses it with the cage wall behind them. It only takes a few seconds before the champion lies stricken, his head and throat exposed and secured by the touch of steely death at this throat. A murmur runs through the audience, unsure as to why Rhaps has trapped MD’s head such as this other than to keep him secure and possibly climb to victory. This however proves not to be the case as the Rhapsitastic One throws a meaningful glance outside the Trifecta, his piercing gaze locking on one of the stage hands stationed at the switch that electrifies the last metal barrier to their freedom.
JP: What the hell is going on? Rhaps has the champion trapped and you would have thought that this is the opportune moment to get up that cage and get out. And I’m not sure why he’s signalling to the official. He’s been told to specifically electrify the cage for ninety seconds every five minutes and by my count, we’ll have to wait another three minutes. What is Rhaps thinking?
Ray: Don’t worry Jimmy, my sexified Rhapsy has a plan and it’s as hot as my pants! Can you see that Jimmy or do you want me to stand up and thrust my hips at you in a seductive manner? I can see that look of eagerness in your eyes Jimmy, come on and let it in. Don’t deny our love.
JP: I think you should go back over there and sit with Jose. He looks lonely.
Rhaps’ gesticulations have gotten even more vivid and fervent as he stops short of shouting his abrasive orders at the stage hand. The look of confusion on Metal Dragon’s face tells the entire story whilst his numbed fingertips poke and pry at the ring of metal currently clasped around his throat in a fateful embrace. He flinches slightly as the barbs dig into his epidermal layer of skin, causing a tiny crimson rivulet of blood to bubble out over the weapon. The Beast Unleashed nods to the man on the outside, the fans still not getting what is now in front of their very eyes. At that particular instance, an outraged groan erupts from the thousands of faceless voices as Nicholas Carson removes the hat from over his face, revealing himself to be the stage hand. He nods with a new found eagerness, ready to throw the switch on Rhaps’ command. Rhaps kicks his boot out suddenly, the sole smashing into Metal Dragon’s chest as he places yet more of his exposed flesh. The Messiah of Mayhem throws the switch on the outside of the Trifecta and the last metal layer of torture suddenly becomes alive, delivering every ounce of the hardcore torture promised.
It is as if the electricity itself can be heard snapping at the insides of the champion as his body is thrown backwards and forwards as the mild charge tears through his flesh. Despite it only being a mild shock in comparison, it might as well be the precursor to the intoning bells that are currently ringing in MD’s mind to signal the imminence of his own death. The Dragon’s Rage Champion’s body violently thrashes as the searing agony pulsates through him; his own mind, body and soul now being instruments of torture for Rhaps to utilise. Abruptly, the switch is turned off again whilst a demented Nicholas Carson cackles his glee happily. Rhaps removes his foot and lets his nemesis slump to the ground, the barbed wire noose having been worked loose by MD’s contortions of agony. Metal Dragon lies slumped on the concrete, everything now paling into insignificance. Every nuance of the encounter and every single hardcore moment now falling to the shades of memory as his senses are overcome at this juncture. The Champion stretches his hands out in front of him as he begins to crawl away from his opponent, occasionally retching as his stomach churns wistfully in protest. Rhaps stands over him, a sick malevolence about his person that causes an involuntarily shudder to run down the spines of those looking at his face.
Ray: Wow Jimmy, I shall be cataloguing this recording under a keeper. Hell this whole match is so beautiful it makes me want to cry in awe of its magnificence. I can’t believe you tried to ruin my night by swapping seats with Jose. Lucky for me though I got to sit alongside you again isn’t it? Besides, Dicky was missing you.
JP: Ray can you do me a favour? Shut the hell up right now before I decide to sit in the audience and commentate with my good friend, random fan with an Amanda sign. You know the one that reads, ‘Amanda stop stalking me.’? Yeah, I’ll be sat next to him and his girlfriend there.
Ray: You could do that Jimmy but you’d be sat next to his boyfriend right next to him. If you look closer you can clearly tell that the guy holding the sign is gay. Just look.
As JP looks out at the fan he was referring to, a fellow male fan hugs up alongside him. This earns an inward groan from the commentator whilst his broadcast partner has a self satisfied smile on his face as he sits back happily. Ray drums the announce table as if his fervent tapping would garner some sort of reaction from either Rhaps or Metal Dragon into continuing the match. The challenger wastes little time now, wisely sensing that this encounter cannot last much longer and realising it won’t be too long before his arm could very well be raised in victory. His hands are clasped around the nape of the Nashville Native’s neck, his fingers digging into his epidermal layer of the bruised organ that comprises the skin. Rhaps grits his teeth before heaving the dead weight of his nemesis to his feet, the mute form of Metal Dragon responding gently to his hurried urges to get back to a vertical basis. The stinging sensation from the electrified cage still lingers on, causing the champion to sway and wobble dangerously as if as stiff breeze would cause him to topple helplessly into a fatigued heap of humanity. MD’s legs continue to twitch spasmodically under him as he stands to his full height whilst the indignant challenger to the SNK title holds onto his prey.
The Beast Unleashed balls on of his hands up into a fist, clenching it shut tightly. He rams a huge right hand into Metal Dragon’s head, causing him to fall back from the resounding shot. The metal of the cage creaks under the weight of the champion as he creases against it, all effort having been drained from his exhausted body. Rhaps steps into him again, ready and more than willing to deliver a second right hand to his nemesis. Metal Dragon suddenly screams his defiance at the Safety Ranger as he blasts his opponent with a stunning right hand of his own. It quickly becomes a shooting gallery as both men begin trading punches, neither bothering to block. The din of thousands of voices cheer as MD lands his own punch before turning into a cast of hatred as their boos reverberate as Rhaps’ own punch slams into the reigning champion. The battle of wills continues for a few more seconds, the rising cadences of the fans’ voices rising shrilly into the air as their chosen hero in the match lands more and more raining blows on the challenger. Metal Dragon seems reinvigorated by the dance of death as his punches seem to gain more of a sting to them. The Nashvillian lands three more in quick succession, rocking Rhaps as he staggers backwards blindly and failing miserably at protecting himself.
MD backs up a couple of steps to create some distance before he rockets forwards, his arm jutting out to one side. His limb crashes across the chest of the Safety Ranger as the clothesline slams Rhaps into the concrete yet again. His head bounces off of the grey surface with a tumultuous thud whilst Metal Dragon’s intense stare is fixated on the Weed Whacker. The Champion walks over to it and grips it with a fevered look of pleasure on his face. Metal Dragon grips the throttle cord and pulls it happily as the engine is gunned into life. Rhaps remains prone on the ground as his head droops to one side with his eyes tightly clenched as he tries to quickly recover from the relatively simple attack but not having much luck. The audience looking on begin to look away as the Tennessean holds the Weed Whacker in the air over the grounded form of the Rhapsitastic One, the whirring plastic spinning hungrily as it waits to accept its sacrifice of human flesh. MD throws his head back once and lets out a triumphant laugh as he thrusts the head of the barbaric weapon into the face of Rhaps. The plastic continues to turn at a high rate of speed as they slice and rip into the relatively fragile face of Rhaps as he howls in anguish. The blood in his cheeks begins spraying sickeningly as the Weed Whacker is pushed further and further into his flesh. The SIC Maniac’s ravaged form twists and convulses on the ground as his face is eviscerated.
JP: What the hell is Metal Dragon doing? Somebody get in there and stop that sick bastard from causing any more damage with that weapon before it kills Rhaps. I know I don’t like Rhaps but did he ever really deserve that to happen to him?
Ray: No he didn’t. Rhaps only stabbed everyone, used explosives to intimidate the roster. He slipped TPK a nerve toxin and crucified members of the XWO as well as Brian Brooks. And not forgetting how he nearly ended Brooks’ life with the use of razor wire. All of that makes him a hardcore hero and shouldn’t be treated to this. Damn you Dragon of Metal!
JP: You raise a very good point Ray. Rhaps has done an awful lot to intimidate the roster so it’s with very considered thoughts I now choose to shout out the following. Fuck him up champ!
Metal Dragon’s lips purse in thought as he kills the engine on his chosen toy. He laughs a low pitched, resonant chuckle at the sight of Rhaps’ face, the skin having been shredded to pieces but the damage only being reserved to his left cheek. The look of Rhaps’ mangled features is truly abhorrent as it is shown brightly on the ButcherTron, even earning a whimpering yelp fro Ray White. Metal Dragon sensibly knows that there isn’t anything in the bowels of Hades themselves that can now stop his ascension to victory, the taste of gold now very real in his mouth. He champs at the bit as he turns on the spot, almost latching onto the third cage as he mentally checks the time. Suddenly the switch is thrown on the electricity once more after the properly designated five minutes. The Champion lets out a chorus of swear words, each more colourful than the last as the electricity continues to lap at the steel of the cage like a mad beast. This time however it does not receive the taste of human flesh as MD waits for it patiently to subside and Rhaps’ broken body lies motionless on the ground in a growing pool of his own stagnant blood. The seconds stretch on until at least the ninety seconds are over. Metal Dragon shoots an annoyed gesture in the stage hand’s direction with a look of exasperation on his face.
The stage hand shrugs in response as the reigning Dragon’s Rage Champion begins racing to the top as fast as he is physically able. Rhaps’ fans, which are in the minority, fall deafly mute as they register the true shock of this moment. The Nashville Native continues to climb to the biggest win of his career whilst the foot of the Rhapsitastic One twitches ever so slightly. Despite this it is enough to give his fans a new found hope as his entire leg begins moving. Something deep inside Rhaps’ brain screams at him to overcome what has been done to him and to fight for one last time, a last ditch effort to save this match and snatch it away from the palms of the man now hovering seven feet above him. His body slowly responds as the silent battle rages on deep within Rhaps’ own psychoses. The audience stares awed and appalled all at the same time at the Safety Ranger as his body if forcibly dragged onto its knees. Rhaps shakes his head violently as he begins to power his way to a vertical base, eventually reaching it but only very shakily at best. Metal Dragon responds to the fans’ reaction and he looks back to his mortal enemy, a look of shock about him as he too stares unbelievingly in the face of Rhaps’ resolve to win.
The Dragon’s Rage Champion makes a snap decision, abandoning his mad dash to escape from the hellish torments of the Trifecta. He pushes his body out slightly as he keeps his eyes firmly locked on his target, Rhaps not yet fully aware of his opponent’s intent. Abruptly, Metal Dragon pushes himself away from the cage and he flops into the air, splaying his limbs to one side looking something very remise of a Frog Splash. The Champion knifes through the air as Rhaps turns on the spot and looks up out of sheer instinct. He takes a half step back but it is too late as MD has already made his move. All Rhaps can hope for is to be able to limit the extent of the damage done by the squirrel like mentality currently surging through the mind of the Tennessean. Rhaps throws his arms up to accept the onslaught, looping his arms around his opponent as he crashes bodily across his chest. Amazingly, the Safety Ranger is able to implement some form of counter as he throws both of their weights to one side as MD’s head plunges into the ground at tremendous velocity. The thunderous applause crackles through the still air that hung pervasively in the arena as the tension is explosively released as both men cave into the ground. The top of the Champion’s smacks against the concrete with tremendous impact whilst Rhaps’ spine and back crunch into the solid surface, a few snapping tendons in his arms silently sending coarse pains to rocket down his arms. Both competitors lie perfectly still, their motionless bodies now in complete contrast to the tumult of the audience as they bawl their respect and admiration.
TBCB Metal Dragon
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