Glass Table Match: Tom-Cat vs ???

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

As the stage lights skip daintily around the arena in time to the house music, the glint of lights reflecting off glass shine bright like camera flashes from the center of the ring. Abaddon's Pit is set, complete with a glass-top table that stands proudly in the center of the ring, waiting patiently to claim its victim.

The last of the stage hands finish fixing the table to the ring and scamper from sight like a cat caught in the headlights of a car, while the tension mounts. Questions being muttered from person to person all lead back to one point... Who is this mystery person.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Howdee folks! Grabs your snacks and take your seats, this next few hours are going to be the most action packed you are likely to see this side of the Apocolypse.

~~Ray White~~
And we have already begun JP... Out with the Trash and in with the Glass Tables, I guess. But the question on everybody's mind...

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Who is this mystery opponent? Well, we are mere moments away from this getting underway and us finding out Ray. So, a bit of patience and all will be revealed.

~~Ray White~~
**Scoffing**
Patience is not my strong point JP, you of all people should know that by now.

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Almost as an answer to Ray's prayers, the all to familiar sound of morse code begins to bleep its way out of the PA system around the RaboBank arena, the locals from Bakersfield turning their attention to the entrance ramp in anticipation as Thrice's Image of the Invisible begins to play. Lights flash between green,red and a bright white in quick, strobe-like succession, as two searchlights scan over the crowd in the arena aimlessly, looking for nobody in particular. Moments before the chorus of the song chimes in, the sound and lights simultaneously stop, plunging the arena into darkness for a split second. Following the darkness is a flood of pure white light, enough for one to avert their eyes to save from going blind.

Standing just inside the entranceway is a sillouette of a figure, an almost aura of a halo shimmering around him from the bright light shining behind his back. Cathy had arrived, his welsh flag waving softly in the air. Ever so slowly, he looks out over the crowd, his face its usual emotionless and cold state, his eyes searching but not caring, unsmiling, unflattered and unfazed by his less than stellar reception the fans are giving him. Amidst the boos from the crowd, Jimmy Pate's voice rings out.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Almost overshadowed by the spectacle of this match, this Pay-Per View and the mystery behind his opponent for the night, but this right here marks the return of the Tom-Cat also, after a long... Hiatus.

~~Ray White~~
Hmm, yes. Seems a little strange that both him and Hayden HardKore were ruled inactive at the same time and returned at the same time. Surely to me it makes sense... It had to be something to do with their attempted kidnap of Hayden's once fiance, Amanda.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
There you are jumping to conclusions again Ray. The details are secretive, but, yes we do understand that both men were "stood down" so to speak, for a period which is now apparently over. Moving on from that, look at what we have in store tonight.

What a match to return to!

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Thomas Cath steps out from his perch at the back of the entrance stage and heads towards the ramp to walk into the ring. Dressed in his usual ring gear, Cathy dons his dark green wrestling trunks and black boots (complete with matching dark green laces). Covering his muscular frame, the Tom-Cat wears a black T-Shirt, brandishing the merchandise of 'The Family' across his chest, complete with a picture of himself and Hayden HardKore in 1920's gangster clothing, staunchly staring out from his chest, unsmiling, with menace etched into their eyes. With a Fedora hat atop his head and his flag trailing behind him, Cathywalks slowly toward the ring.

He does not look left or right, into the crowd. He does not stop so sign autographs. He simply keeps his eyes trained on the glinting reflections of the glass table, still standing tall in the center of the ring.

~~Ray White~~
I don't know about you JP, but I could definately say that the Tom-Cat seems to have 'buffed up' a bit. As if a hunk of man-meat like that needed to 'buff up' any more, hehe.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Thats your area of expertise Ray, I'll take your word for it. But the Tom-Cat does seem to be looking even more menacing than before. He must have put on some solid pounds of muscle in his time away. It is all something that hi mystery opponent will have to take into consideration... Whoever that may be.

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Using the break in action as an opportunity to speak, Lizze Morna takes the time to introduce the Tom-Cat and welcome him back to the ring.

~~Lizzie Morna~~
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Glass Table Match. The only way to win is to throw yor opponent through the glass table that you see before you in the ring.

Introducing fist.,,

Making his in ring return tonight, a man who hails from the Rough streets of Cardiff, Wales. He is a member of 'The Family' and stands six feet, four inches tall. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds...
The man known as the Tom-Cat, Thomas Cathy!

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Cathy continues up the steps to the ring and wastes little time entering under the top rope, barely acknowledging his name being announced. Staunchly, he saunders across the ring, rapping the glass-topped table with his knuckles, feeling the cold, hard gass under his hands. For the first time tonight, he smiles. It is not the sort of smile that catches on, but a creepy, sadistic smile. The type of smile a child develops when torturing bugs and animals. The sort of smile that tells of all types of demented ideas running through his mind. All the possible ways to punish somebody with a glass table, all the pain, all the blood. He licks his lips in comfort. The Tom-Cat is home...

TBC

[Demon]

The sold out crowd packed into the RaboBank Arena scream their heads off, growing louder and louder as each second ticks by. It seems to take an eternity for anything to happen, almost as if time has stopped. However, unfamiliar guitar riffs begin blaring through the speakers, causing the crowd to look about in confusion. The music playing through the speakers not helping them in figuring out who the mystery opponent may be.

"I don't know about you JP, but I'm sure as hell excited to see who this music could be the signal for. I don't think I've ever heard it though."

You're right Ray. We haven't heard it before, which means I have no clue who this mystery opponent could be. Gah, why are they dragging this on!? Just send the man down to the ring!"

The lyrics to the song finally kick in, revealing it to be Avenged Sevenfold's, "Almost Easy". Soon, the lights in the arena drop down to nothing, leaving the arena in a pitch blackness. This lasts a few seconds, leaving a few in attendance looking around, trying to figure out what is going on. However, the lights soon kick back up. Now standing at the bottom of the entrance ramp is none other than Demon.

"Introducing next. He stands six feet, seven inches tall and weighed in tonight at three hundred and twelve pounds....DEMON!!!"

"HOLY SHIT! IT'S DEMON! Where the hell did he come from!?"

"Who cares where he came from. The important thing is that the Master of they Abyss is back!"

The crowd erupt into a huge pop, cheering for the once hated superstar. He seems to accept the change in reception from the crowd and just stares up at his opponent in the ring. The Tom-Cat returns the steely gaze unblinkingly. It seems that an old rivalry may have been rekindled. It was common knowledge to anybody who watched EVPW that Demon was the one to seperate Thomas Cathy from his Imperial Championship. While he may have lost it just before leaving, the old fire between the two men seems to be back.

"I can just feel the heat radiating from these two. They don't like each other one bit, and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense that Demon is the mystery opponent."

"I can't wait to see this match. It's going to remind me of the old days when these two first faced off at Killing Grounds."

Demon finally begins to move toward the ring, stopping just in front of the steel steps. After a few moments of hesitation, he begins moving forward once more, slowly walking up the steel steps. As he reaches the top, he walks along the ring apron before swinging his leg over the ring ropes. He walks toward the center of the ring, stopping just before his opponent. He then walks back toward his corner and awaits the start of the match.

TBCB: Tom-Cat

OOC: A bit of a return for the both of us. Good luck man.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Both men circle each other, seperated by the Glass Table in the center of the ring. A hand is drawn across the table, before being slapped away as both men get a feel for each other once again. While still getting used to the warm reception he has received, Demon warms to his name being echoed around the arena. The momentary lapse in concentration as he steals a glance to the cheering fans is enough for the Tom-Cat to grab the Master of the Abyss by the wrist and drag him across the table. Demon slides across the glass surface and slams, shoulder first, into the waititng mat below.

Almost instantly, the Welshman is atop Demon, laying into him with a barrage of left and right fists. As he is still fresh enough, Demon manages to quickly bring his hands up to his head, covering his face and neck from Cathy's blows. Frustrated, the Tom-Cat stands up once more, welcoming the Master of the Abyss back with a well measured boot to the ribcage. A smile spreads across his face as the Welsh Enforcer watches his nemesis reel in pain from his foot. Taking time to focus himself, the Tom-Cat turns around, cracking his knuckles slowly and menicingly before focusing again on his opponent.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Well, both men seem to be pleased with the luck of the draw tonight. Needless to say, there is definatly unfinished business between these two.

~~Ray White~~
Last time we saw Cathy perform in this ring was when he lost to Demon, costing him the title he took so much pride in...

~~Jimmy Pate~~
And due to his 'disciplinary stand down period', Cathy has never had the opportunity for a rematch of the title. A win here in their respective comebacks would be huge for either man.

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As Cathy turns his attention back to Demon, the Demonic one grunts quietly, and sits himself up. Still dazed and taken aback by the Tom-Cat's barrage, Demon does not see the large black boot sailing towards his head until it is too late. Cathy's kick connescts with his bootlaces wrapping themselves around Demon's face. Demon falls back to the mat, lying flat on his back once again. Looking to stamp his dominance over the match, the Tom-Cat stands on the shoulder of his opponent, and pulls Demon's arm upward, locking in a modified wristlock. The low growl of discomford escaped Demon's lips as the pressure is applied to both his shoulder and wrist, with Cathy's face tightening through the effort he is putting into the hold.

~~Ray White~~
Ooh, now thats a position I have been in afew times before. Except, I wasn't holding the guy's wrist... If you catch my drift.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Unfortunately, I do Ray. There is no need to elaborate.

~~Ray White~~
Well what about a demonstration? Come here, big boy...

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Ray, remember... I have mace. And not the spray variety, an actual mace.

~~Ray White~~
Ahem, uh, duly noted.

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As the banter carries back and forward from the commentry crew, Demon grabs the Tom-Cat's head between his legs and flips the Welshman onto the mat, escaping the hold. With the new found freedom, Demon scrambles out of the ring, recuperating from the onslaught he had recieved so far. Frustrated once again, Cathy claws his way out after him. Demon sees him coming and clotheslines th 260lb Welsh thug to the ground, the impact from the move sending shudders throughout the entire arena.

This time it is Demon's turn to lay into the Tom-Cat. He picks Cathy up above his head, the Welshman stuggling to get out of the hold before the innevitable happens. His struggling is futile, and Demon proceeds to throw the Welshman headfirst into the steel of the turnbuckle. The crack of bone meeting metal is enough to ring out, like a hammer meeting a ring-bell, before Cathy crashes down on top of the steel steps, back first, coming to rest across the bottom step. His arm dangles inches above the lightly padded concrete, while the Master of the Abyss stares appreciatively down at his decimated opponent.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
And all of a sudden, without warning... Demon has just exploded back onto the scene! All of the ground-work gaining the momentum of the match that the Tom-Cat had achieved has swing in the favour of his opponent, with one foul swoop.

~~Ray White~~
I'd like to lay some ground-work of my own on the sexy Welshman. With those new muscles, he is one hunky man!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Gotta love a rebel, right Ray... Well he might not be feeling so rebellious right now, as his head is still ringing from being driven through that ringpost!

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Still smiling at his handywork, Demon closes in on Cathy... His eyes twinkling with the thoughts of destruction and pain running through his mind. Oblivious to the danger he is in, Thomas Cathy stirs slowly, not quite knowing where he is. Every second that passes is a second that brings Demon closer to picking his opponent apart piece by piece.

TBC Demon

[Demon]

As Demon continues to draw ever closer to the Welshman, Thomas Cathy finally makes it back up to a vertical base. Unfortunately for him, however, his back is turned to the Demonic One, and he is still out of it from the crushing shot his skull took. The crowd cheer louder and louder, knowing that the end could soon be coming. The level of noise seems to shake Cathy, and allows him to break from his daze. He turns around slowly, trying to spot his enemy, and hoping that he isn't too close at hand. However, Demon is standing directly behind him, and the moment the Tom-Cat turns around, Demon's hand shoots out and wraps around the neck of his latest victim. Demon begins to laugh sinisterly, thoroughly enjoying that he has the chance to once again destroy this particular man.

"Things aren't looking too good for Thomas Cathy. Well, except for the awesome new body of his of course."

"Ray, shut up. Just shut up. But you make a good point in spite of yourself. Thomas Cathy may just get destroyed here tonight if he can't stop Demon's onslaught soon."

Just as this comment escapes the lips of Jimmy Pate, the Tom-Cat kicks his left boot forward, connecting with the ribs of Demon, and causing him to relinquish his grip. Cathy wastes no time, and wraps his own arm around the head of Demon, tucking it securely under it. He then leans back and allow gravity to take hold of him, driving the face of the Demonic One directly into the hard concrete floor of the arena. A sickening thud echoes throughout as Cathy pushes himself back up to his feet and looks down at his newly dispatched foe. However, it seems to him that so much more should happen to this man for what he did to him earlier one in his career. Stealing away the Tom-Cat's title was possibly the worst thing the Master of the Abyss could have done, as it seems to have unleashed a horrible beast.

Thomas Cathy walks over to the ring, flipping up the apron so as to better see underneath. Immediately, he begins searching, looking for the most sick and twisted piece of human machinery he can find. He soon emerges holding two things. In his right hand, he holds an average steel chair, the favorite choice of the common wrestler. In the other hand, he holds a piece of building material used to construct houses, otherwise known as a brick. Cathy tosses the chair over the ropes into the ring, almost hitting the referee in the process. However, he has no time to care for the zebra clad man. He only has time to quickly reach his opponent and use his new found weapons for his own evil purposes. The Welshman begins to walk toward his downed nemesis, waiting for him to arise, almost like a predator stalks his prey in the jungle. Demon soon manages to grab on to the side of the ring, and uses it as leverage to pull himself back up. It takes him longer that normal, as he has a tattoo being beaten into his skull from crashing into the concrete. As he turns around, he only catches a glimpse of his opponent before the brick cracks against his face, causing him to flop right back down to the ground.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT CATHY JUST DID THAT! He just took Demon's head off with that shot! I think he's bleeding. Oh my God, he is bleeding!"

"Big deal JP, people in this company bleed all of the time. But I think that it's one of the first times we may have seen a brick used to take somebody down. Cathy sure gets style points on top of sexy points!"

Demon kicks his feet out in utter agony as blood flows freely from the large gash that has cut through his mask as well. A pool of crimson begins to build up around his head, threaten to drown the Master of the Abyss in his own blood. However, Cathy saves him from this particular fate by walking over to him and lifting the large man up to his feet. Before Demon has any shot of recuperating, the Tom-Cat forces him toward the ring, pushing him under the bottom rope. The Demonic One rolls around until he is flat on his back, and he lies there, blood pouring sickeningly into his own mouth, the taste of iron filling his senses. Cathy soon rolls into the ring after him, ready and willing to finally put this rivalry to bed by taking Demon right back out after his comeback.

The Welshman begins walking over toward the steel chair which he tossed into the ring just before crushing the brick into Demon's face. The referee attempts to stop this onslaught, but he has no power over Cathy as the match has no disqualifications. Thomas Cathy grabs the steel chair and holds it high in the air, showing the crowd what he is about to use to put the Masked Destroyer down for good, receiving a rousing chorus of boos for his trouble. The Tom-Cat chooses to ignore this, and instead focuses his anger on his opponent, using the crowd's hate to fuel his fire. Cathy walks over to Demon, opening the chair slightly along the way. Once he reaches his opponent, he places the opening over his opponents head, trapping it inside of the chair, his trachea now covered with steel. The Welshman then walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up it and standing atop its apex before jumping down and landing on the legs of the chair, causing it to attempt to snap shut. The force of this crushes into Demon's throat before sending the chair flying off of him.

"Now THAT was sick. I'll be surprised if Demon doesn't have some sort of horrible injury after that. In fact, I'll be even more surprised if he manages to win this match."

"Do I really have to say it? All right then, never, and I mean NEVER, underestimate that man in the ring. I don't care what you do to him, he just never seems to stay down."

TBCB: Thomas Cathy

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

OOC: Damn!! I had an RP all ready to go, then I pressed back on the browser by mistake and it wiped the whole thing! Grrr

The warped steel chair skids away briskly, sliding out of the ring and finding an unceremonious resting place below on the lightly padded floor. The battered and bleeding carcass of Demon lies motionless, his hands covering his masked face. The only in of life from his body is the low choking, gargling sound that emanates from his throat. Cathy seems far from lifeless, holding the small of his back and writhing about on the floor like a goldfish being swatted at by a family cat. In frustration, the Tom-Cat thumps his fists to the mat, gritting his teeth tightly as he stands to his feet again.

Demon starts to stir slowly, his breathing coming heavily and noisily, wheezing through each painful breath. The Welshman does not let him wheeze for long, but grabs him by his blood matted hair and pulls the big man to his feet. Before he has even given Demon time to find his footing properly, he follows up with a European Uppercut directly to the chin, which sends the big man reeling backwards into the ropes.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Demon is bleeding like a stuck pig! That’s a lot of blood for one little gash!

~~Ray White~~
Eww, I hate the sight of blood JP. It makes me feel giddy…

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Well that’s because you’re a pansy Ray. How did you even get a job here in the first place?

~~Ray White~~
Well, um… I have ‘a way’ with people.

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One can almost hear the ring ropes crying out in pain as they struggle to hold the 312lb body of the mammoth Demon inside the confines of the ring. Somehow, they manage to not snap from the strain of the big man falling against them. The Master of the Abyss doesn’t have the time to recuperate as the vicious Welshman bounds towards him once more, swinging his right arm in a clothesline that takes Demon over the ropes and toppling his 312lb frame to the ground. He lands awkwardly, his neck and shoulders slamming into the lightly padded concrete while an “oomph” escapes his lips. Cathy grabs a hold of the top rope, holding on so that he lands on his feet, like every good Tom-Cat should and avoiding the same fate as his opponent.

Before the Welshman managed to focus on his opponent once again, Demon wiped his brow, moving the blood away from his eyes and his hair out of his face. The effort proved to be useful when he sees Cathy hurtling towards him once more. Demon manages to duck under the Tom-Cat’s boot, sending the Welshman off his balance momentarily. The small moment is all the time that Demon needed and he tackles the Welshman to the ground with a sigh of relief.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
And just like that, Demon is back in the game… At this level, even a small mistake can prove costly.

~~Ray White~~
And in this match, even more so… A small mistake, and one of these men will be slammed through that glass table. I just hope its not my sexy Welshman!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
For once Ray, you’re right! The difference is that this is a Glass Table, not your normal wooden variety. You get put through this table and the shards of glass eat into your flesh, ripping through it like a knife through hot butter.

~~Ray White~~
Oh, that’s a really nice image JP. You know how I’m squeamish…

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Why do you think I do it Ray, just to torment you, haha.

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Demon wastes little time laying into the Tom-Cat, mounting him and berating him with a barrage of blows to his head and neck, before Cathy has time to react to it. The manically crazed Demon unloads every shot as if his life depended on it, his bleeding head dripping over the Welshman’s torso so that the blood mixes into the sweat on his body. He proceeds to beat Cathy upside the head, until the Welshman summons the strength and wits about him to elbow his assailant in the head, flipping the Demonic Master of the Abyss onto his back.

Both men scramble away from each other in getting to their feet and creating enough distance between the two that they each have time to recuperate a little. Thomas Cathy, fresh from his little ‘wake up call’ searches around for signs of his opponent. Demon seems preoccupied, facing away from his opponent, around the corner of the ring. Cathy licks his chops and begins to half run, half sneak towards the corner of the ring. He rounds the corner, sneaking up behind the Master of the Abyss, hoping to take him by surprise. Only when he is afew steps away from Demon does his opponent turn around. What seemed like preoccupied unawareness is revealed as a ploy to turn the tables on the Tom-Cat with a swift movement of his arms and the all too familiar sound of metal meeting bone. The clang reverberates around the arena, stunning the Tom-Cat and stopping him in his tracks. Cathy takes two drunken steps forward, reaching out for nothing in particular.

Demon swings his arms again, the metal of the warped steel chair brandishing Cathy across the head once more. This time, the Welshman falls to his knees, his arms still reaching out. In a last ditched effort to put up a fight, Cathy grabs the hem of Demon’s pants, beginning to pull himself upwards again. He is met with a resounding slam as the Master of the Abyss slams the chair across his head once more, opening up a gash in the back of Cathy’s head. Cathy falls forward, into the ground, beaten and broken as Demon tosses the chair aside triumphantly.

~~Ray White~~
Oh my giddy aunt! Demon has cracked… Two brutal blows with that steel chair, then the killing blow. Thomas Cathy could be completely out cold.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Ironic isn’t it. The very chair that was used to crush Demon’s throat has been used to obliterate the Tom-Cat with three fowl swoops! Almost beautiful really.

~~Ray White~~
You have a strange sense of beautiful JP… One thing is for sure though, Demon cannot win by knocking out his opponent. He still has to drag Cathy’s broken body into that ring and drive his sexy Welsh ass through that glass table!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
A strange sense of beautiful?
That’s the pot calling the kettle black, after all, you think that men are beautiful Ray.

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Demon wipes his brow once more, removing the blood and sweat that still freely flows down over his mask and through his matted hair. He flicks his hand, dripping his own blood over the back of his prey in an almost ritualistic scene. Cathy looks to be completely at the mercy of the Master of the Abyss, completely within his grasp and far from any form of safety at all. He is now in the Demon’s playground, and the Demon knows it. He flicks his hair back, his eyes twinkling with desire. Slowly, painfully, he lines up Cathy to strike once more.

TBC Demon

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

OOC: 3 Day Rule- Wanted to get the match moving before deadline.

Tossing the chair aside nonchalantly, Demon keeps his eyes trained on Cathy. The now warped and battered steel chair clangs to its final resting place on the ground, while the Welshman lies motionless, blood trickling across his hair to turn it a patchwork crimson colour. Like a bully swirling a kid's head down the toilet, Demon grabs the Tom-Cat by the hair and pulls him upwards. His glazed eyes stare blankly out, deep into the lens of the camera, the shot captured on the ButcherTron. Demon pulls him to his feet, the Tom-Cat following limply behind him until the Master of the Abyss hurls him into the ring.

Demon takes his time following the Welshman inside, the crowd edging him on with every step. Once inside, the 312 pounder proceeds to step onto the Tom-Cat's chest, crushing his ribs. The Welshman's eyes shoot open wide, his face filled with pain, as if Demon's standing on top of him had woken him from a deep slumber. A long groan escapes the Welsh Enforcer's mouth, before Demon steps off him to leave the Welshman to pick up the pieces. Slowly, the Welshman rolls onto his side, the gash from his head now blotting the light grey canvas of the mat to a light red. Hyping himself on his opponents demise, Demon bends down to pick the Tom-Cat up again, lifting him high above his head.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
The Tom-Cat is really in trouble now. Demon hasn him right where he wants him and that glass table is looming large!

~~Ray White~~
After taking that many shots with the chair, who knows how many braincells he has had knocked out of his head. I just hope that the part of his brain that controls that sexy accent isn't affected.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
And I hope that the Tom-Cat makes a nice mess when he crashes through that glass pane.

~~Ray White~~
You sick bastard...

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With the Welshman high above his head, Demon walks over to the turnbuckle, before proceeding to toss him face first on top of it... Snake Eyes. Cathy bounces back off the turnbuckle, right back into the waiting arms of the Super Heavyweight who is glad to catch him. The Master of the Abyss eyes up the table in the center of the ring and begins to inch his way over to it. Cathy is still at his mercy, and the merciless Demon takes pleasurein flopping him on top of the table. The Welshman lands with a resounding crack, as the glass struggles to hold the big Welsh Enforcer. The killing blow seems inevitable, with Cathy dead to the world. Demon lines him up, kinking one leg up to begin to climb onto the top of the table.

Before he can get any further, the sound of a Tommy-Gun goes off through the PA system, peircing the tense air of anticipation and interrupting Demon from destroying the Welshman.
What follows the interruption is more familiar, as the riff to CKY's 96 Quite Bitter Beings booms out around the arena. A shadowy figure floats down the ramp, a wooden baseball bat in each of his hands. He wears a pinstriped three-piece charcoal suit and a matching fedora hat, white shirt and a black tie. His look is completed with a cocky smile that grates at the minds of all who view it. Hayden HardKore had arrived and he was making a beeline straight for the ring, straight for Demon, who by now had left his decimated opponent aside and had turned to face the Jackass as he moved towards him.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Hayden HardKore!!
The Jackass is here... He's not even supposed to be at Abaddon's Pit!

~~Ray White~~
With all the controversy swirling around Hayden and his Organised Crime allogations, he is not supposed to be returning until next week...

~~Jimmy Pate~~
But "Don" Jackass is here to protect the Family, I guess. He's not going to let his Enforcer be taken out by a demented monster such as Demon.

~~Ray White~~
Demon has not had the pleasure of meeting Hayden HardKore... And although he may not look like much, he is dangerous with a capital D.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
And when he is weilding dual Baseball Bats... This is about to get interesting.

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Hayden begins to run, sliding into the ring. His increase of pace taking the Demon by suprise. He lashes out, swinging one of the bats and catching the big man on one of his oversized shoulders. Demon staggers back, the pain staggering and crippling him. Hayden swings again, this time catching Demon across the side of the head. Demon falls backwards once more, reeling to maintain a vertical base, until he meets something solid.

Cathy had managed to struggle to his feet, his bulky frame stopping the Master of the Abyss from reeling backward any further. With one swift motion, Cathy grabs Demon's arms, holding him into a Full Nelson. Hayden smiles an evil grin, swinging the bat once more towards the helpless Super Heavyweight. The third swing cracks the bat in two, slamming into his oversized abdomen. Demon lets out a howling cry of pain, but is held tight by the Welshman so that he cannot fall down.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
This is despicable! Demon is defenseless,he can't fight back!

~~Ray White~~
Can't the ref do anything here? Surely this is against the rules!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
This is no Disqualification... THe only way to loose or win is to be thrown through that table. I'm sorry, but Demon is on his own bub.

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Hayden tosses aside what is left of the back, slapping the Master of the Abyss mockingly across the face. With a twinkle in his eye, he beckons towards the Tom-Cat, giving him the signal to get rid of his opponent. Cathy smiles as he lifts Demon up into the air, turning him to line him up with the table, to put him away for good...

TBC Demon

[Demon]

Cathy shows that his new muscles not only look great, but are also extremely practical as he holds the three hundred and twelve pound man high above his head. Almost any other man on the roster would be having trouble holding Demon up, but Cathy has bulked up especially to increase his power game. Thomas Cathy finishes lining up Demon with the glass table, and is just about to finish off his nemesis when every light in the arena goes out, sending it into a pitch darkness. No music pierces the ears of the audience, but a metallic clang is heard, echoing around because of the silence. The lights soon come back up, and two new people have joined the circus around the ring. Krylon and Jalal Ansari are both in the ring, helping a wounded Demon to his feet while Thomas Cathy and Hayden HardKore lie on their backs.

Demon seems to be a bit surprised by the development, as he had already destined himself to be sent through the table. Fortunately for him, however, the Death Squad seem to have his back as they look around at the two members of the Family. Demon soon finds his voice and begins talking to Ansari while Krylon stalks around with a chair in his hand. The Demonic One seems to finish his conversation, and Jalal Ansari walks over to Krylon, speaking to him shortly before the two men exit the ring, but stay at ringside. It seems that Demon wants to take care of the other two in the ring by himself, as a form of personal repayment. Hayden HardKore is the first one to begin to stir, and he quickly uses the nearby ring ropes to pull himself up. The Jackass stands hunched over near the ropes, and Demon charges at him, extending his right arm parallel to the ground. It connects with the neck and chest of Hayden, sending him flipping over the ropes, and causing him to crash into the lightly padded concrete.

"Wha....What exactly just happened here Ray? So much stuff just went on the past five minutes, that I lost track."

"Well JP, first Hayden HardKore came out and attacked Demon, saving Thomas Cathy from going through the glass table. Then, it seemed as if Demon was going to lose for sure, but the Death Squad came to his rescue."

"Well, then I guess that Demon has taken Jalal Ansari up on his offer. There were many rumors circulating that Demon would be joining the Death Squad, but I didn't think that they were true."

Demon now stalks Thomas Cathy, waiting with bated breath for the Tom-Cat to arise so he can deal out more punishment. The Welshman takes a while to recover, having obviously taken more damage than Hayden HardKore because of the prior punishment he had taken during the match. However, he manages to roll onto his stomach and grabs a hold of the bottom rope, using is as leverage to pull himself up. His brain sends signals of pain to his arms, trying to dissuade him from continuing. However, adrenaline soon kicks in and he ignores all of his pain, making it back up to a vertical base. He looks over at his opponent and wipes his brow before lifting his right hand and making a "Come On!" gesture, wanting this bout to continue. Demon obliges by rushing forward, screaming like a maniac and lifting his right arm out to hit another clothesline. However, Cathy ducks underneath of it, only taking about a step away from Demon before sending his boot flying up. The sole of the boot connects with Demon's jaw, causing him to flop against the ropes.

Cathy looks around the ring, boos pouring down upon him even though he has truly done nothing to deserve them at this moment. However, he takes the hatred in stride and uses it to fuel himself onward, wanting to take Demon out for the last time and just finish the match. The Tom-Cat runs over toward the opposite ring ropes. His back presses against them, causing them to stretch backward before rebounding him back toward the Master of the Abyss. As Thomas Cathy nears his opponent, he leaps into the air, extending his right foot out perpendicular to his own body. Gravity takes its hold on the Welshman, causing his leg to crash into Demon's chest and pushing him against the ropes before he falls limply to the mat. Cathy pushes himself back up to his feet and looks down at his opponent before raising his arms up in the air cockily, causing more boos to rain down on him from the crowd.

"YES! The sexy Welshman has got the match under control once again, and I see that Hayden HardKore is also making back up to his feet outside of the ring."

"That's just great Ray. And here I was happily thinking that Thomas Cathy was once again going to fall short of defeating his enemy, Demon. Oh well, there goes my day."

Demon continues to lie motionless in the center of the ring as Thomas Cathy gloats over him. Hayden HardKore soon reaches a vertical base and slides into the ring, gloating alongside his stablemate as it appears that the Family have this match in the bag. However, it seems that everybody in the ring and the audience has forgot about one very important fact. Two members of the Death Squad are still standing at ring side, though one of them is currently searching under the ring for a weapon. Jalal Ansari slides into the ring near Demon and begins shouting toward Hayden and Thomas, drawing their attention to himself. The two Mafia members focus upon Ansari and begin to advance slowly upon him. The slightly portly man does not flinch as the two men approach him, being made of sterner stuff. However, the two men are cut off just short of reaching Jalal as something cracks the two of them in the back of their heads.

Krylon stands behind the two men, a barbed wire covered sledgehammer in his hands. Cathy and Hayden both bleed freely from the base of their skulls where the wire dug into their skin, the crimson liquid staining the canvas even more. Krylon drops the hammer and pulls out a bag. He begins pulling at the drawstring near the top, causing it to open, before dumping its contents all over the canvas. Hundreds upon hundreds of thumbtacks fall to the earth, along with the occasional shard of broken glass. As Krylon continues to empty the contents upon the mat, Jalal Ansari begins to attempt to rouse Demon, hoping to rouse the large man before his opponent can awaken. The Demonic One's eyes dart open and his hand shoots out, locking around Jalal Ansari's neck. The pudgy face of the man looks shocked as he stares into the eyes of Demon. Krylon looks over just in time to see the trouble that is about to befall the ring leader of the Death Squad and he attempts to rush to the aide of Ansari. However Demon fends him off by kicking him in the gut, before lifting Ansari high overhead and slamming him back first into the area covered with thumbtacks and glass.

"All right, now I'm really confused. Is Demon working with these guys or not?"

"I can't tell you JP. I'm just as confused as you are, as I was completely under the impression that Demon was about to rejoin the Death Squad."

"Well, now it seems that he isn't. But I guess this should be expected from a man as psycho as Demon."

Krylon recovers from the boot that he received only moments prior and attempts to attack Demon. However, Demon ducks under the attempted clothesline before throwing Krylon out of the ring. He also pushes Jalal Ansari out before turning to face Thomas Cathy and Hayden HardKore, a new hungry and demented look visible on his face even behind his mask. The Demonic One then does the unthinkable. He reaches up and pulls his mask off his face, making it visible to the wrestling fans for the first time on air. Demon laughs maniacally before beginning to advance on his opponents. A whole new game had just begun....

TBCB: Thomas Cathy

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

The newly unmasked monster of the Abyss licks the blood away from his lips, savouring the taste of the deep red liquid that covers his now exposed face. His eyes twinkle menacingly as he towers over the memebers of the family, still lying in the ring. The top of Hayden Hardkore's shirt is quickly becoming stained from the gash that had opened at the base of his skull, flowing down onto the collar and onto his charcoal coloured vest. If it were not for his rolled up sleeves, Hayden's white shirt would be a complete mess. Cathy, similarly, looks up out of his blood stained eyes, the Welshman's body feeling the effects of a tough comeback night. Demon smiles through his manic laughter, bending over to pick up his downed opponent. Cathy, still with a look of bewildered shock on his face, does not so much as fight the Super Heavyweight as the big man picks him high above his head in a Military Press, the glass table beckoning for its first and only victim.

Demon takes two bounding strides towards the table, lifting the Welsh Mob-Enforcer higher into the air. Before he can slam his victim to his glassy resting place, he feels his knees buckle from under him. With the assistance of a well placed Chop Block from Hayden HardKore, Demon falls forward, the 260lb Welshman toppling effortlessly on top of him and driving his head into the mat with a One-Armed Bulldog. The crowd, still confused at the whole situation mix their reaction into a combined gaggle of cheers and boos. The ref, powerless to control the mascarade that has occured, does his best to order the men not involved in the match out of the arena, but he is met with little compliance.

Having ushered himself into action, possibly saving the match for the second time tonight, Hayden HardKore focuses his attention to the remaining members of the Death Squad. He spies Krylon out of the corner of his eyes, clambering back into the ring once more amidst a suit of thumbtacks that covers his torso and dashes towards him. Krylon sees him coming and with his mind still digesting the events of the last few minutes, he scampers in the opposite direction, sliding out of the ring to the arena floor below. Jalal Ansari joins his side and begins to pick tacks from Krylon's shoulders, while the pair proceed to shout abuse at the Godfather. A familiar smile spreads across Hayden's face as he takes the abuse, his left fist absent-mindedly clenching and unclenching.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
It all seems to be the calm before the storm once more Ray. I'm still trying to figure out how a one-on-one match became a two on three free for all.

~~Ray White~~
Or what the Death Squad are here for. Are they working with or against the Master of the Abyss?

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Or is Demon working for or against the Death Squad? God only knows what goes on in the masked Demon's head!

~~Ray White~~
God 'aint going to help you there JP. I think he gave up on Demon a long, long time ago.

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As quick as a flash, Hayden HardKore had moved from a clench-fisted stationary position to a flying leap, directed at the two men standing outside the ring. He soars like an eagle over the top rope before landing on top of them in a Cross Body Plancha, knocking both members of the Death Squad to the ground. Krylon and Jalal Ansari both scatter like skittles as they fall over each other, before all three men wind up in a heap on the lightly padded concrete floor. The crowd cheer, more in appreciation for the bestranged members of the Death Squad being taken out, rather than support of the Jackass himself. Hayden ignores the noise, training his attention on the Death Squad, while his Enforcer muscles his way back into the match from inside the ring.

Thomas Cathy and Demon had once again begun trading blows, with neither man getting the better of the other. Fatigue, exhaustion and the effects of blood loss seem to be taking their collective effects on the competitors, whose bodies rock with the blow of each shot. The unmasked Demon assaults the Welsh thug with a Double Axe Handle that sends shockwaves throughout the Tom-Cat's body and gives the advantage to the larger man. Suddenly, Demon is on top of the game again, building momentum in his favour with a combination of sluggish kicks to the mid-section, followed with a vicious Irish whip that hurls the Tom-Cat into the turnbuckle mercilessly, receiving an "OOH" in response from the crowd as Cathy connects with the unforgiving padded steel.

Cathy snaps backward from the impact, crumpling straight to the mat. Instantly, he holds his shoulder in agony as his assailant approaches once more. Demon looks to stamp his authority over the match as he lifts the Welshman to his feet once more, Irish Whipping him straight back into the turnbuckle again. Cathy crashes again into the same turnbuckle, with the same point of his shoulder and lets out an agonising cry of pain as a result. Instead of falling to the ground, he manages to hold onto the turnbuckle, holding onto some vain hope that a vertical base might give him a better chance, but all it does is ensure that the Master of the Abyss doesn't have to bend down to pick him up. Demon effortlessly grapples him to where he wants him, tieing up his collar and elbow to hold him in position.

~~Ray White~~
Good lord, all hell has broken loose. Demon has gone insane and is tossing the poor, sexy Welshman across the ring like a ragdoll... Hayden HardKore, who isn't even supposed to be out here, has decided to take up flying lessons.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
And collected both members of the Death Squad in the process. A rough introduction to "Don" Jackass, I would assume.

~~Ray White~~
And speaking of the 'so-called' Death Squad, who invited those weirdos out here. A balding, fat man and a... a... whatever you call Krylon. With that freakshow out here, its not exactly good for our ratings JP.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Unless they are in the process of getting their asses handed to them at the hands of the Godfather, Hayden HardKore. Thumbtacks, glass... They're in his domain now Ray.

~~Ray White~~
I just hope that nobody gets too hurt, and that they stay away from me!

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Demon lifts Cathy up, tossing him onto the table. The Welshman landswith a crack, as the glass splits slightly to hold his 260lb frame, but it does not break. Demon smiles assuringly at the sound of the glass straining, and he backs off to take a run up at the table. Before he can complete the running slam, Cathy manages to roll off the table to safety. He leaves behind only the cracked pane of glass that covers the top of the table, mixed in with splotches of blood... the sign of a hard fought match. Demon is forced to abort his assault early, and the Tom-Cat manages to catch him off guard as he pulls up short.

The Welshman kicks out, catching Demon in the chin with his foot once more, sending him reeling backwards again. Cathy charges at him, taking the big man down in a Lou Thez Press, before beginning to lay into the ugly, unmasked face of the manic Demon with a barrage of rage and adrenaline feulled fists that the Master of the Abyss has no answer for. Cathy looks over at his boss expectingly, searching for the members of the Death Squad. WHat he sees puts a smile on his face again.

Hayden had managed to arm himself with the one remaining baseball bat, and was proceeding to clobber it over the head of Krylon, while the aging Ansari looks on in horror. Hayden shoots him an evil glance, to which the fat, middle aged man cringes to and slinks away slightly, leaving Krylon to fall forward at the feet of the Jackass. Hayden licks his lips as he lines up Jalal. In anticipation of the Godfather chasing him away, Ansari scampers away, into the crowd and out of sight to a safe distance. Hayden laughs heartily at the sight and turns his attention back to the remaining Death Squad member, favouring the one-on-one odds much better. He lines up the battered Krylon for another strike...

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Jalal Ansari has seen enough. I don't think I've ever seen him move so fast.

~~Ray White~~
Well, Hayden HardKore is making sure that nobody else gets into the ring to mess with this match, but one has to wonder... If he disposes of both Death Squad members, whats to stop him from getting involved again himself?

~~Jimmy Pate~~
I guess we will have to just watch and find out.

The carnage of the match is strewn across the arena, with blood from different bodies staining the canvas of the ring, mixed with scattered bodies strewn about. The whole match had unfolded in a way that nobody expected. The questions remain...
Who would win?
What side is Demon really on?

TBC Demon

[Demon]

You couldn't have just left it, huh? Oh well, hopefully I'll be able to post something later tonight. If not, then I'm fucked as far as this match goes.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

lol, sorry dude. Its been a good match so far. I fight on till the bitter end. You may have time to sneak one more in before closing