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Post by Linette Alister on Feb 22, 2009 23:04:41 GMT -4
>:-:<Lizzie Morna>:-:<
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled as a Knocked the Fuck Out Death-Match and is for the EVPW Imperial Championship! The only way to win this match is to knock your opponent legally unconscious, a medic will be in the arena atr all times to make this call. Other than that, there are no rules except a stipulation set down from Devin Bozz stating that neither participant will be allowed to remove key articles of clothing from the other. If this rule is broken, the match will be ended and the title will be placed in the hands of the one the rule was violated against.""
Lizzy Morna then sits down and everyone watches the entrance as the lights dim out in the arena. the lights around the stadium then begin to strobe between green and gold as an up-beat, distorted guitar riff begins to play over the PA system. the fans begin to wolf-whistle and cheer a bit as the curtain is pulled aside and out steps the small, dirty blond haired man in a pair of white leather pants that flare out at the ankles and white leather jacket with tiger stripe lapels. He is dancing along to the music as usual as he points out across the crowd with one hand, holding the curtain open with the other.
>:-:<Brent Smith>:-:<
She's A Steel Thrill Of Suicide They Say,
Cyanide In Her Plastic Veins
She's A Mannequin Of Misery,
She's On A Bender,
But She Ain't Gonna Break.
Hey
Hey
Taste Like Sugar, But It's Novocaine.
She's Grinding Teeth,
So She Can Sharpen The Pain
White
Lights
Train
Wreck
With the words of "Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide by Shinedown" comes a feeling of euphoria for the fans. from behind where the curtain usually rests steps a tall, thin blond vixen, her sly smile across her lips as she looks excitedly over the crowd. she is wearing a pair of baggy white wrestling shorts with black embroidery that fall down to her mid-shin, her boots are thinly padded and jet black and catch most of the crowd's attention, most of them knowing the vicious barbed wire hidden among the seams. She pulls her black, designer gloves tighter on her arms, coming halfway to her elbow and being fingerless past the second knuckle. Her chest is covered by a tight white crop top that is also embroidered with black and has the words "Perfectly Imperfect" across the front. Her hair is in a loose ponytail, her bangs falling into her face and covering her deep, piercing green eyes.
>:-:<Lizzie Morna>:-:<
"Introducing first, weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty two pounds. She hails from Greensburgh Pennsylvania. Lead to the ring by Crystov "The Reaper" Razetti. The Tarnished Diamond, Linette Alister!""
The Reaper starts walking down to the ring while still dancing to the music, Linette following with a look of bottled up excitement on her face. she lets loose her bottled feelings, rushing over to the barricade and clapping hands with the fans that will let her. She then spins around and ends in the center of the ramp, taking off like a dart and sliding into the ring under the ropes. she pushes herself to her feet and starts bouncing from foot to foot, keeping the attention of the male and lesbian crowd well before walking over to the turnbuckle and climbing it. She makes a motion to show a belt around her waist before hopping off the turnbuckle and resting back into the corner. She smiles brightly as she watches the entrance and waits for her opponent, knowing she is about to endure the fight of her life as over ten thousand fans watch from the seats and who knows how many from home. the music fades out and the lights return to normal, leaving everyone waiting for the Champion.
:TBC:
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Post by Linette Alister on Feb 23, 2009 5:24:07 GMT -4
Linette's smile just grows a little wider as she takes a second to bend down at the hip, picking up the black corsage before standing back up straight. She looks at the object in her hand for a second, biting her tongue lightly before getting a rise from the crowd as she slides the elastic band on it over her hand and letting it rest on her wrist. She holds out her hand, asking for the microphone politely. He hands it to her, showing some interest in what she had to say, giving her the freedom to lift the microphone and speak by stepping back and holding his hands out to the side.
>:-:<Linette Alister>:-:<
"Well Nick, you seem to be quite the gentleman now don't you. You see, I never had a prom either, seems that no one asks the crazy girl to an event where you show off your date more than actually giving a flying fuck about the reason for the actual event. So you get the pleasure of being my official first Prom Date as well. It's just too bad I never asked you to fucking accept me, I don't need the acceptance of some clinically deranged madman who doesn't even obviously give a fuck about himself. And Rhaps didn't vouch for me, Razetti had no pull. You see, I wasn't pulled in to be Rhaps's lap dog you sorry piece of shit. I was pulled into this group to be Rhaps's replacement, to take his spot and deal with the one big injustice to the name of the Imperfects. That is you Carson. Our beloved leader Sang caught wind of your little cult forming and Rhaps regaining his little heart of gold, she needed someone she could trust to get the job done, and that was me. So consider that shitty little alliance all you have, I'll have none of your bullshit in The Imperfects. Don't come crying back to us when your brother leaves you for dead again when he realizes he loves mummy and daddy's money more than you like he did in the past, because Carson, you're finished!"
With that Linette motions as if to rush at Carson, watching him brace before overhand chucking the microphone at his head. The sound of the thud comes through the PA like a crash, causing many fans to jump in surprise as the microphone ricochets off the clown's face and out of the ring to the mats below. He steps back, his vision slightly blurred from the impact and his guard dropped. He closes his eyes for a second to regain his composure, only to open them to see Linette's fist coming towards his face. The crowd gasps as he makes no move to dodge the punch, instead allowing her knuckles to smash into his cheek, the barbed wire tearing slightly into his skin and causing a trickle of blood from the multiple punctures down to his chin. He barely moves back, seeming almost unaffected by the move as he just laughs maniacally and quickly grabs the woman by the throat, roughly pushing her off balance and lifting her to her tip-toes. He just laughs and glares at her, his cold eyes showing a sense of glee as he stares her down, his fingers digging into her throat. He mouths something to her before tossing her to the mat like a rag doll. She scrambles to her feet quickly, only to feel his hands around her thighs, lifting her up and spinning, driving her back first into the mat with a sickening Spine Buster. He lays over her for a moment, licking his red painted lips as he allows his eyes to travel up and down the body of the vixen. His erotic fantasy is short-lived as he snaps up and sits back on his haunches, blood flowing freely from his nose from a vicious headbutt from the blond. Nicholas just wipes the blood from his face as he looks down at his trapped opponent, him sitting on her legs again. He smiles and winks at her, his sadistic smile still on his face as he looks at the fresh cuts along her slightly tanned skin from his suit. Her stomach and arms show small signs of wear, small cuts appearing in spaced out areas that are now slowly letting out small amounts of blood.
>:-:<Jimmy Pate>:-:<
"Now this is just wrong! Linette has barbed wire in the seams of her boots and gloves while this freak is wearing a suit lined with razor wire! They are playing with their very lives in there!"
>:-:<Ray White>:-:<
"And his suit is purple! PURPLE! I wear the purple suits here! He is just one sick and twisted individual!"
Linette forces herself up with one hand, pushing to a sitting position and swinging her other hand wildly at Nicholas's face. He just leans back and lets her swing past him, jumping as he does and hopping to his feet. The fans laugh as small blood spots are now seen on the ass of his pants from the barbed wire in his opponent's boots. Linette just rolls back onto her shoulder blades, bringing her knees to her chest before shooting them out and using the momentum to carry her to her feet. She lands deftly before turning quickly to make him jump again, her shin slamming across his ass harshly and the barbed wire ripping and tearing into the skin. The Maniac Mauler hops away from her, his hands now covering his most padded of areas as he curses under his breath at her. The fans are in a fit of laughter now, causing the Clown to give out a yell of rage at his own humiliation and rush at the woman, forgetting about the pain in his ass and focus on causing the pain himself. Linette goes to spin out of the way but feels his arm wrap around her midsection and the force of his momentum pull her off her feet. He carries her the short distance towards the turnbuckle, stopping short and throwing his shoulder and arm forward. Linette feels herself fly a short distance with no time to brace as Nicholas throws her bodily back into the turnbuckle as hard as he can. Her back slams harshly into the turnbuckle, the force sending her crashing forward to the mat. The bruise on her middle back starts forming almost immediately, the force Nicholas portrayed causing blood vessels under the skin to erupt. She looks thoroughly dazed from the sickening amount of pain she must be in, her eyes glazing over slightly as her breathing becomes ragged. Nicholas just shakes his head at her lack of a pain tolerance, watching her resting on her hands and knees. He slams his foot into the side of her stomach, causing her to roll under the ropes and fall to the floor below and curl into a ball. Her body twitches slightly as she fights to remain conscious, the pain finally catching up to her completely.
>:-:<Jimmy Pate>:-:<
"Linette may just not have enough experience or training for this, she came in way too early in her career it seems and the veteran Carson is just picking her apart."
>:-:<Ray White>:-:<
"Oh god I hope she doesn't throw up, I swear it'll cause me to follow suit and with how hard he is hitting her, she may. This is almost too much for me to watch, I wanted to see men get all hot and sweaty, not watch a girl get massacred!"
Nicholas doesn't give the woman time to rest as he falls onto his back and rolls out of the ring. The Maniac Mauler sits on the apron and just shakes his head in disappointment towards his opponent, the Tarnished Diamond just writhing in pain on the floor below. He sighs and hops to his feet on the floor and leans over, grabbing her by the hair on the back of her head and forcibly pulling her to her feet. He gives her a goofy smile before pulling her in and slamming his fist into her stomach, doubling her over before turning around and pulling her with him, tossing her bodily into the barricade. He
shakes his head once more before tossing the apron on the ring up and kneeling down. The fans near the barricade can hear him humming to himself, seeming to enjoy the ability to personally rip his "prom date" apart at his leisure. He sticks his head under the ring, taking his sweet time in picking out a toy to play with his new friend with. He pulls his head back out from under the ring, a look of sick glee on his face as he stands up and turns around, a sledgehammer now in his hand as he looks over towards the poor blond who he is facing. She catches him off guard though, rushing towards him and jumping into a one hundred and eighty degree turn. Her feet plant on the floor before she kicks up and sends herself back in a flip and causing a resounding cheer from the fans in a show of her athletic prowess. She swings one foot over for stability while letting the other hang back, kicking down and into her opponent's shoulder in a superb show of skill. The barbed wire tears at the flesh in his shoulder and the suit jacket he is wearing, causing Nicholas to drop his sledgehammer and drop to a kneeling position as he holds his shoulder. The purple fabric around his hand soon starts to darken with a deep red tint, blood leaking from his new wound at a heightened rate. Linette lands in a kneeling position facing away from Nicholas, quickly rolling forward and turning to face him so she could keep him in her sights at a distance.
>:-:<Jimmy Pate>:-:<
"Maybe Linette still has a chance in this match with that impressive move. That must come from her training that she received in her brief stint in Canada with one of EVPW's own."
>:-:<Ray White>:-:<
"She was trained by Stall wasn't she? I hear it was more than training which just gives me another reason to hate her, spending intimate time with my sexy angel!"
The Imperial Champion smirks at the new found vigor in his opponent, taking a moment to stand up and crack his neck as he waves the vixen on. Instead she stands up and walks away towards the announce tables, her hips swaying as she walks and her smile back. Nicholas gets annoyed with her insolence, rushing towards her with a look of pure rage on his face once more. Linette grabs a folded chair, turning as if to slam in on top of Carson's head but instead tossing it to him. He catches it with ease but feels her catch his head around it, spinning him around with her momentum as his forehead is touched by the chair, her knees on the other side of it. She crashes back first into the floor, holding her opponent's forehead firmly against the cold steel and reinforcing it with her knees. The sound of the chair hitting the floor with Carson laying next to it sends the fans in another uproar, Linette kipping up with little trouble and smiling down at the man. She grabs the chair and tosses it into the ring before grabbing a handful of dyed green hair, pulling Nick to his feet and taking a moment to build some hype as she blows him a kiss before aiming a hard right towards his jaw. Nicholas just grabs the back of her head and throws off her train of thought, bringing her head in towards his as if he is going to kiss her. The crown of his skull slams into the bridge of her nose, causing the blood vessels to rupture and crimson liquid to fall down over her lips as her eyes begin to water. the clown just laughs before throwing her towards the ring, watching her roll in under the ropes. He taks a minute to retrieve a few more chairs, tossing them in over the top rope while aiming to hit Alister. The maniac makes his way back to the ring, walking up the steps though and onto the apron. In a last ditch effort to keep his sick games at bay, Linette rushes the clown and with everything she can muster sends herself through the middle and top rope and catching his midsection. She drives them both back and onto the floor. Linette flips over onto her back from the force, laying their hoping her neck isn't broken while Carson just lays there panting with a glazed look in his eyes. Both are looked over by the EMT while they try to regain the ability to stand, Nicholas just resting with the glazed look as Linette nurses her shoulder and cheek which have new cuts from the razor wire. The two opponent's take every second they can to rest while the fans cheer for the match to continue.
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