Imperial Title Match: Vlad Strife vs ???

[Darnez FC]

As the previous match draws to its forgone conclusion, the fans in attendance are eagerly awaiting the next contest, as it will decide the fate of the Imperial Title. The question on everyones mind is, who is Vladimir Strife facing tonight?

Trix:
"Looks like its time for the Imperial Title match, but who exactly is Vlad facing?"

Sang:
"Well thats the question on everyones...hey what the..."

What first appears to be an eager fan jumping the barricade is soon revealed to be Darnez FC, who, for unknown reasons, had bought a ringside seat to Creations Uprising. He grabs a nearby microphone and begins floating words about.

Darnez FC:
"I couldn't help overhearing your little conversation here. It seems to me you want to know who Vladimir Strife is facing here tonight, as his original opponent decided to cancel on the last minute"

Sang:
"Well yes, thats the question on everyones minds Darnez"

Darnez FC:
"Well, what if i also told you that i knew what type of match this match is gonna be? Would you like to know that aswell?"

Trix:
"Well obviously"

Darnez FC:
"Well brace yourselves, cause he comes the revelation of the night. First off, the type of match. This match is gonna be a special guest referee match with..."

Trix interrupts the Streak Ender in the middle of his revelation, angering the ICW Original somewhat

Trix:
"That just raises more questions, who is the special guest referee?"

Darnez FC:
"I'm getting to that. Anyway, the match is a special guest referee match. The identity of said special guest referee is..."

This time it is Sang who cuts Darnez off, further frustrating the leader of Doom Desire

Sang:
"How do you know these things? Have you been reading dirt sheets or something?"

Darnez FC:
"Of course not, those things are ninety-five percent bullshit you know, anyway, can i continue with my huge revelation now, without interruptions?"

Trix looks to answer Darnez, which is answered with a finger right in her face, as if to hush her

Darnez FC:
"It was a rhetorical question Trix. Now, back to the matter at hand. The special guest referee is none other than my brother, Matt "The Saint" Campton!"

On queue, the brother of the cocky Darnez FC walks out from behind the backstage curtain, donning a black and white striped shirt, to show all involved in the contest that he is the official. He is flanked by the Mysterious Woman, who is still yet to be named. Her attire of tight pants and a muscle shirt further show off her imposing features. They are met with booes from the capacity crowd, which doesn't distract them in the slightest as they march to the ring. Matthew slides into the ring, and the Mysterious Woman decides to walk over to the announce table and grab a seat. She is offered a headset but she denies it with a look of hatred at the staff member who dared offer her such a device. Darnez FC, looking quite happy with himself for some reason, looks to further boast on his knowledge of the ins and outs of this contest by talking as loudly as he can into his microphone.

Darnez FC:
"As some of you may have figured out, the fact that my brother is the special guest referee can only mean one thing, i am the mystery opponent for this match!"

And with a laugh into his microphone, Darnez walks over to the ring and rolls into it. As Andrew Porter was not occupying the ring at this time, the Streak Ender decides to do his own introduction.

Darnez FC:
"Introducing the challenger, standing in at six feet, seven inches tall, and weighing in at an impressive two hundred and fifty-two pounds, he hails from Perth, AUSTRALIA, he is the Future of EVPW and the man who will end the streak of the Imperial Champion, Vladimir Strife, he is...DARNEZ FC!"

And on that note, Andrew Porter makes his way into the ring so he can do Vladimir's Introduction. Darnez hands the microphone over to him in a manner so calmly, you'd swear the anger he had expressed moments prior were all an act.

Trix:
"Wait, so Darnez is Vlad's opponent, and the referee is Darnez' own brother?!"

Sang:
"Thats exactly the situation Trix, Darnez obviously thought the stipulation through before coming out here. He has basically covered all bases here, and, for once, i gotta say that Vladimir is at a disadvantage here"

Trix:
"Well, with all the things Vladimir has done over the past couple of weeks, i gotta say that he does deserve some form of penalty going into this match, but c'mon, its practically impossible for Darnez to lose here!"

Sang:
"Its called smart thinking Trix"

TBC Vlad

Reason for edit: Fixed spelling and sentence errors.

[Vladimir Strife]

Trix: It looks like we have a family affair of sorts here tonight. I mean, we have Darnez's little brother Matt Compton as a special guest referee while he takes on Vladimir Strife, who's sister Sang is sitting right next to me here on commentary! At least we'll be on the same page for once though, that should be nice.
Sang: You're rooting for Darnez too?
Trix: Darnez!? No! I'm rooting for Vlad! Why would you root for Darnez, Vlad is your brother!
Sang: So? Look at Darnez! Just looking at them, it's clear that he's bigger, stronger and with the choice of match he's picked, smarter!
Trix: But Vlad will and can overcome all of that! Just wait, you'll see!

The sounds of the techno style intro take over the airwaves, signaling the King's arrival. As it is abruptly interrupted by a loud scream, Andrew Porter and Sang cringe at the sound. Trix, however, was quite well adjusted to the sound of screams. The curtain over the entrance is swiped away, the Romanian Destroyer stepping out from the back in full wardrobe - a flowing trenchcoat over his longsleeved shirt and jeans, fingerless gloves and steel toed boots, all of it black. Around his waist was a white strap of leather with a large silver faceplate, the prize the men would be fighting it out for tonight.

"And his opponent... weighing in at 269lbs and standing at 6 foot tall... he hails from Sighisoara, Romania and is the Undefeated Imperial champion... Vlllladimir T. STRRRRIFE!"

As Vlad makes his way down the entrance ramp, his eyes are locked onto those of Darnez FC, a man he'd met once before in the ring, months ago when ICW first made their way to EVPW. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, the Hardcore King paces up the steel steps, flipping a leg over the middle rope and making his way into the ring. Unbuttoning his belt, he passes it off to Matt Compton warily, knowing nothing of the man other than his blood relation to tonight's opponent. Unbuttoning the front of his jacket, the King pulls it off before folding it up and tossing it towards his older sister, who catches it and rolls her eyes before setting it next to her to hold on to.

Vlad runs the length of the ring a few times, bouncing himself across the ropes to warm up and prepare for the brutality that's planning out inside his mind for Darnez FC. After a few bounces, he slows himself to a stop, raising his hand with an extended middle finger towards the surprise opponent, a smirk on his face as he does.

TBCB DRANZE

[Darnez FC]

Darnez looks at Vlad's gesture, and merely smirks at it, as the undefeated Behemoth himself is doing, finding some humour in the gesture, at least for a second, as the Streak Ender's demeanor changes from silly to serious, swinging an errant open hand at the face of the Imperial Champion, hitting a satisfying slap on his cheek. The crowd, not unlike a bunch of schoolkids watching a fight, let out an "OOOO!" sound in response to Darnez' disrespectful shot. Vladimir, not shocked at the ICW Original's lack of respect towards him, answers the slap with a closed fist shot, directed at the nose of the "Self Proclaimed" Future of EVPW. This blow causes Darnez to stagger back, clutching at his delicate nose as he does so, checking it for any signs of blood. Before he can fully recover from the blow however, the Bully is already on his case, throwing wild knees into his stomach, winding the Australian with each shot. After becoming content with the amount of knees he has scored with, Vladimir Strife grabs at the wrist of the challenger, irish-whipping him in the opposite direction. As Darnez makes the return trip, Vladimir lowers his body so that he can use the Master of the Rant's own momentum against him. However, Vladdy seemed to have ducked the head a little bit too early, as Darnez is able to stop himself in time and send a sharp kick into the face of the Undefeated One, shooting his body back up like someone suddenly struck by lightning. The FC of Wrestling is then able to follow this up with a clothesline, getting good extension on the arm as he connects. Darnez quickly slides into a pinfall attempt, grasping the early advantage by getting the first cover of the match up. Matthew slides into position and prepares to count the pin with his open right hand.
One.
Two.
The count, lightning fast in its execution, does not surprise anyone in the arena in the slightest, as the so-called "Saint" did not make any promises of calling the contest right down the middle. The Romanian native manages to get his shoulder off of the canvas quickly enough to escape being quick-counted, not that many fans actually care how Vladimir is to come suffering his first loss, they just want it to happen.

Trix:
"Look at that! Blatant fast counting by our referee there!"


Sang:
"What, did you seriously expect Matthew to call this match right down the middle? C'mon Trix, have a little sense"

Trix:
"Yeah but, its not fair!"

Sang:
"Life isn't fair Trix, deal with it"

Trix:
"Humph"

The West Australian quickly springs to his feet after near-falling his undefeated opponent, yet is somewhat surprised when Vladimir does the same. Both back where they started, both men decide to reach out towards each other, locking up in the process. Darnez, having the advantage height-wise, manages to push back his stockier opponent all the way to the ropes. Normally the referee would call for a break here, but since the referee and the rule-breaking competitor are in cahoots, that isn't going to happen. After a few moments of being pushed into the ropes, Vladdy begins to push Darnez back, ever so slowly, into the middle of the ring, and even surpassing that point, pushing the Streak Ender himself back-first into the ropes. This time however, the referee, Matt Campton, attempts to break the lock up. When he is not successful, he begins a five-count, with the Champion being disqualified on five. Before one second passes however, the so called "Saint" is already upto a four count, prompting the Romanian to break the lock up. The behemoth turns his attention to the Doom Desire lackey and grabs the collar of his referee shirt, intimidating him. Matthew points at the symbol at his shirt, reminding the Imperial Champion that he is the official for this match, and he calls it as he sees fit. As Strife goes about threatening the referee, he feels two strong arms clasp around his waist. This sudden touch causes Vlad to lose his grip on the guest referee, as if it surprised him. He then feels himself lifted into the air, before being catapulted out of the ring, just managing to avoid certain paralyzation by landing on his shoulders instead of his head. Darnez FC, having German suplexed the Romanian out of the ring, goes to follow up his offense by exiting the ring via the top and middle ropes before touching base on the ringside floor below. After blasting the champion with a few quick stomps, Darnez grabs at the hair of the Bully, dragging him back to his feet. Not relieving the grip he has on the Behemoth's hair, the Streak Ender forcefully moves his opponent near the ring apron before maneuvering his head upward. After a moment of glancing at the lights, Vlad feels his head being sent downward by an unstoppable force, his forehead crashing into the ring apron not once, not twice, but thrice by this said unstoppable force. After this beating is complete, Darnez drags the slightly "apron-drunk" Vladimir towards the ring post, and, with a mighty push in the right direction, slams the Romanian's skull into the unforgiving steel post, getting a satisfying "crack" sound as face-meets-steel.

Sang:
"It appears to be all Darnez thus far Trix, he hasn't given Vladimir a chance here"

Trix:
"Thats only because Darnez' brother is not doing his damn job properly! I mean, he didn't even count when Darnez had Vlad against the ropes, but when Vlad had Darnez against the ropes, it was a damn fast count! And now, he isn't even counting both men out! GODDAMNIT ALL!"

Sang:
"We've already went through this Trix, Matt doesn't have to play fair, and neither does Darnez, however, Vlad is being forced to because of the biased officiating, its not going to change"

A minor cut has opened up on Vladimir's forehead, with the blood flowing freely from it. Darnez, smelling blood in the water so to speak, attacks the wound with ferocious velocity, driving boot after boot into the open wound, attempting to open it up even more. The Streak Ender begins to taunt his opponent, waving the middle-finger in his face just like Vlad had done to him at the beginning of the bout. Content that his opponent has been humiliated enough, Darnez decides to continue his assault by hopping up on the apron and ascending the top turnbuckle. After slapping his knee twice, indicating that he wishes to drop it upon Vlad's face, The Streak Ender takes off, Knee cocked and ready, taking direct aim at the facial features of the Imperial Champion. However, all the showboating that the Doom Desire leader had performed have now come back to haunt him, as Vladdy easily rolls out of the way of the flying Australian, causing Darnez to drive his knee not into the face of Vlad, but instead straight into the unforgiving outside floor below. The "Self Proclaimed" Future of EVPW grabs at his pain-filled knee, rolling around on the cold floor as he does so. The undefeated Behemoth gives his opponent a sarcastic smirk, almost to say "You fuckhead" before kicking at the injured limb, with each shot causing his opponent more and more pain.

Trix:
"YAY! Vladdy gained the advantage! All of Darnez' showboating has finally bitten him in the rear-end!"

Sang:
"Its only early days Trix, Darnez can easily recover from this"

Vladimir, content with the fact that he can only do so much damage with stomps, decides to grab at the ankle of Darnez, the ankle of which is connected to the injured knee, and pulls back on it, hyper-extending the leg and causing the Streak Ender to scream out in pain. The scream giving the Romanian some form of delight, he decides to further torture his helpless opponent by first flipping him onto his stomach, then grabbing at his other leg, wrapping it around the injured leg, placing said legs underneath his armpit, and pulling back on the legs, locking Darnez in a Texas Cloverleaf. Although the match cannot be won on the outside, Vladimir takes a demented pleasure in punishing his Australian opponent with this dastardly leg hold. The Streak Ender attempts to scramble his way out of the hold, however, all this does is cause the Champion to apply further Pressure, like a Boa Constrictor further choking its victim for trying to escape its clutches. Almost a minute passes before the hold is relinquished, leaving Darnez utterly helpless on the ringside floor. The titan of EVPW wishes to prolong his assault by using less technical based offense. He walks over to the fan barricade, and clambers onto it very swiftly, ignoring the blood seeping from the wound generated from the collision with the ring post earlier. After a moment of gloating over the pain he has caused, the Bully jumps off of the fan barricade and drives his forearm into the left leg of the ICW Original, getting a small reaction out of him as he makes contact. Vladimir appears to be in complete control at this point, not letting up on his assault one bit.

Trix:
"I bet Darnez is really hating himself now, had he not showboated earlier, he would not be in this predicament"

Sang:
"The ball is still very much in the court of Darnez FC Trix, as the match type does favor him a great deal"

Trix:
"I don't see how the ball is in his court after Vladimir practically snapped his legs in half with that Cloverleaf"

Sang:
"You'll see, Darnez will regain the advantage soon"

After being constantly beckoned by his opponent's brother to get back inside the ring, Vladimir finally obliges and rolls his broken opponent back into the ring. Before he may follow him though, a sudden blow is dealt upon his head by a steel object, most likely a chair. Yet the assailant is not seen by Vladimir as he drops like a sack of potatoes to the cold, hard floor beneath him. After being pulled up by his mystery attacker though, Vladimir catches who it is, it was the Mysterious Woman that Darnez has hired for one reason or another. Vladimir, still in shock from the grotesque shot he took, cannot fight her off as he is rolled into the ring by her. Darnez' arm is draped across the body of the Imperial Champion by the referee himself, not caring about interjecting himself into the contest in the slightest. Matthew then begins to count the pinfall, albeit at a slightly slower pace than last time as he believes that his brother's opponent is indeed out for the count.

Sang:
"See, i told you, there is no way that Vladimir can keep the advantage in this match"

Trix:
"No! This is bull! Darnez is going to pull out a victory without dealing the final blow himself! ARGH!!"

One...
Two...

TBC Vladmeister

[Vladimir Strife]

As Matt raises his hand for the third count, Darnez's hired attacker slams into the side of the ring, forced into it by the mysterious woman who had saved Vladimir from Metal Dragon's wrath days ago. The dark haired assailant continues to assault the now prone female, laying into her with stomps and kicks. The guest referee snaps his attention away from it, bringing his hand down to the mat and slapping it just moments after Strife's shoulders rolls free from the canvas. Frustrated at the distraction and how it just prevented the win for Darnez, Matt stands up and makes his way to the ropes. Pointing at the newest interference, he berates her and turns the tide back in favor of his side.

"You! You're banned from ringside, get the hell out of here!!!"

The woman shoots him a glare, unhappy for obvious reasons with the call. Regardless, she begins to make her way towards the back once more after stomping onto the face of Darnez's hired help.

Trix: Oh, come on! Now Darnez has a helper down here at ringside and Vlad can't!? We always wondered what it would take to beat Vlad and right now it looks like the answer might be 3 on 1 odds....
Sang: Oh, don't make it sound so bad! It's a matter of being the smartest and Darnez is showing that clearly. Sure, maybe it's not a fair fight, but honestly, Trix... is any fight ever really fair?
Trix: Two people, one on one, no outside forces, that IS fair.
Sang: Oh, BS! One of them will be stronger, smarter, faster, gives them an advantage. A fight is NEVER fair!

Inside the ring, the referee has gotten control back and watches as his brother and the Romanian Scourge pull themselves back to a standing position. Once up, Darnez is the first to go on the attack, throwing an open handed slap to the mouth of the King, a loud pop coming from the impact and followed by a pop of different sorts from the audience. Strife fires back with a right hand of his own, this one clenched shut, across the temple of the Streak Ender. FC backs up, shooting forward again as the legend comes after him and throwing a ball of knuckles to the nose of his opponent, Tepes staggering from the blow a moment. The Impaler brings a fist from low, sending it across the bottom of the ICW legend's chin with enough force to be heard by the front, causing them to wince as he drops to one knee momentarily.

Trix: YAY VLAD! See, despite everything Darnez throws at Vlad, you can't be just plain old being more talented.
Sang: Well, I'll admit that Darnez made a mistake there, trying to outmatch Vlad fist to fist, but still, this is just too much for brother.. Some things you just can't overcome.

Matt Campton steps in, scalding Vladimir and reminding him that close handed strikes are illegal. The King stands tall, looking the guest referee in the eyes.

"Are you listening to me!? Pull that shit again and I will disqualify you! Give me a reason to call your first loss! I'm BEGGING you!"

Strife leans in, getting almost nose to nose with the referee before replying.

"As soon as that bell rings... I'm going to tear your fucking head off."

The King smiles as he backs away from him again, his face soon contorting into a grimace as the heavy forearm of the Streak Ender reigns down across his shoulders. FC spins the Impaler around on his heels, ducking down and slipping an arm between his thighs before scooping him up and into the air. The Solid Core Savior is tossed back to the mat, the ring shaking from the impact. The Undefeated Behemoth sits up quickly, reaching for his aching lower back as Darnez hits the ropes, rushing back towards him. An outstretched boot crashes onto the back of the Vlad's skull, sending his vision blurry as he collapses to the side in a motionless heap. Cheers ring out all around the arena, the loudest of which comes from Darnez's recovered helper at ringside.

Darnez flips the man who will be the greatest trophy on his shelf of ended streaks yet, covering him for what he is certain will be the final 3 seconds of this contest. Matt Campton leaps into place, all too eager to make the count as his hand shoots to the canvas with lightning speed. Strife manages to quickly come to his senses, peeling himself free from the mat and saving his streak and title reign for now. FC, enraged that the boot didn't keep the Titan down, begins to lay into him with strikes, punch after punch after punch landing across the busted flesh of the Tyrant's forehead and bringing more bloodshed with every hit. Vlad is weary, worn down, and broken, but the Streak Ender knows this contest isn't over yet. He raises back up, towing the helpless champion with him. He takes a tight hold on the Impaler's wrist, flinging him towards the rope with all of his might. Send bustling towards the rope, Strife denies his opponent the privilege of his set up, diving forward with both boots between the bottom two ropes. Darnez's friend is caught in the line of fire, caught with a vicious dropkick to the face that tosses her into the announcer table. As she slumps over unconscious, the EVPW Warlord has brought the odds back down to 2-1 effectively and to the dismay of the 2 men still out to see the streak end tonight at Creation's Uprising.

Trix: Oh my! Did you just see that!? That poor girl just got popped right in the mouth by Vlad! She's got to be out cold!!
Sang: Yes, but that doesn't matter at this point. Vlad may have taken out one part of this team against him, but he still has to outsmart Darnez and Matt Compton and as anyone will tell you, 2 heads are better than one.

As the Streak Ender pulls Strife to his feet, the King is laughing maniacally at what he's done to the young woman, not paying attention to the danger he's in. FC hooks his arms into the pits of his opponent and wraps them to the back of his head, locking in a Full Nelson before stepping towards the middle of the ring and dragging him from the safety of the ropes. The discomfort and pain can be seen clearly in the Titan's face as he struggles to break free of the submission hold, Matt Campton in his face to see if he wants to surrender the bout. Stomping onto the toes of the taller foe, Strife almost makes his way free from the hold, but Darnez focuses and keeps it locked in. With a quick jerk, he sends the King into the air, unlocking his hands and using a single arm to guide the Undefeated monster back to Earth vehemently.

With Vladimir down, Darnez makes his way to the side of the ring and steps through the ropes, heading to the outside as Campton turns away from him, counting Strife for being down and ignoring the ring out of his brother. The Streak Ender heads to the announce table, but not to check on his fallen pal. Instead, he moves Andrew Porter, taking the steel chair from under him and folding it up. As Matt reaches a count of 7 on the King, he finally reaches his feet, tugging at the ropes for leverage all the while. FC slides back into the ring, the chair in hand as he gets up and raises it high. Campton, taking quick notice of the weapon, again turns his attention away, looking over the top to the announcers and asking if the woman before them is alright.

Trix: WHAT THE FUCK!? Who cares if she's okay!? Do your job! Darnez has a damn chair!!!
Sang: Oh, shut up and stop being a downer! Matt obviously doesn't see it, so there's nothing he can do about it!

Darnez lashes out with the weapon, the seat denting across the King's crown and knocking him into the corner as more of his crimson lifeforce coats his face. Another shot rings out from across his temple, the wreck like a gunshot as the Tyrannical Titan's body goes limp, his arms stretched over the top rope being the only thing keeping him vertical. As the Streak Ender pulls the devastating weapon above his head once more, blood can be seen smeared heavily across it's surface. Before he can bring it crashing back down on the helpless Tyrant, Vladimir kicks out, bringing his leg between the thighs of Darnez and nailing him in a most sensitive region. The chair slips from his grasp, falling to the outside of the ring with a clamor that catches Matt's attention.

As the special referee turns around, he finds his brother's head locked under the armpit of Vladimir Strife, the King shooting Campton a menacing glare. He drops, going to one knee as he implants the face of the Streak Ender across his other patella, a sharp and strong resistance to gravity's pull on the ICW legend. Darnez falls over gracelessly and motionlessly, the Titan of EVPW covering him quickly. Matt reluctantly drops into place, slamming his hand to the mat once. He raises it again, allowing it to hover for a good 3 seconds before slapping the canvas again. Still no movement from his brother come out and he raises his hand once more, leaving it there for a while. Suddenly, he pulls his hand to his face, standing up and complaining that he has something in his eye.

Trix: VLAD HAD IT WON!! WHAT IS HE DOING!?
Sang: He's playing it smart, Trix. Besides, that canvas is dusty, he must have gotten some dust in his eye!
Trix: Yeah, I'm sure that MUST be what happened... Prick.

TBCB Darnez

(Slight edit: Thought the name was Compton before xD)

[Darnez FC]

The Imperial Champion, irate at this point, breaks up his own pin attempt and stomps over toward the "Saint", clutching at his referee shirt and shouting profanities into his face, not that Matthew is paying any attention to this, as he continues to point at his eye and flick at it, trying to remove whatever substance suddenly infiltrated it. As Vladimir realizes that he is wasting time trying to intimidate Matt Campton into complying with regular referee etiquette, the resilient bastard from Australia has already made it back to a vertical base, stalking his unknowing opponent by circling his blind side. The Romanian releases his clutches that he has upon the guest referee's shirt, and swiftly turns back to where he expects Darnez to be lying. However, as everyone in the arena bar Vlad knows, the Streak Ender has been circling him for a few moments now, and thus, Vladdy boy has lost whatever advantage he had prior to Matt complaining about dust particles in his eye. Suddenly, without warning, Strife feels himself being spun around by the arm before seeing Darnez FC leaping into the air and wrapping his left arm around his throat. Not having any time to react to or counter this maneuver, the EVPW Titan feels himself being driven into the canvas head first, much to the delight of the majority of the fans in attendance for this event, who recognize this as Darnez' secondary finisher, the Cash Flow

Trix:
"NO! NO! VLADIMIR JUST GOT HIT WITH THE CASH FLOW! DAMN THAT MATTHEW CAMPTON! DAMN THAT MYSTERIOUS WOMAN! DAMN THAT DARNEZ FC! DAMNIT ALL!"

Sang:
"The reign of terror is finally over! Darnez wins!"

Darnez FC quickly rolls the Imperial Champion onto his back before jumping on top of him and hooking his legs for the pin attempt. The younger Campton brother, seemingly recovered from his dust epidemic a moment earlier, manages to quickly slide into the counting position, preparing his hand for the countdown to the end of Vladimir's winning streak. Seemingly because there is no way the undefeated Behemoth can kick out of the Cash Flow, Matthew counts the pinfall at the regulation speed, to further drive home the point that Darnez beat Vladimir without a fast count.
One...the crowd echoes the count as it is made, counting down to the end.
Two...the last second before the streak is over, the final moment before Darnez does the seemingly impossible.
Thr - NO! Vladimir Strife, out of sheer instinct and guts, or out of sheer stubbornness, flings his left shoulder off of the canvas, thrilling some crowd members, but putting a bad taste in the mouth of others, who really thought the match was over. The Saint curses himself for counting at the normal pace, this sentiment echoed by his brother, who begins questioning whether that was a two or a three count by placing his hand, with three fingers propped up, into the referee's face. With a mopey look plastered across his face, Matthew tells Darnez that it was only a two count, which causes the ICW Original to lose it. He mounts his currently helpless opponent and begins driving various forearms and punches into his face with reckless abandon, not caring if he ends up disfiguring Vladimir for the rest of his life. The brutal assault causes the wound upon the bully of EVPW's face to open up even more, causing his face to become a crimson mask. After wailing on the Solid Core Saviour for what seems to be forever, Darnez quickly shoots back into another pin attempt. Matthew, not wanting to make the same mistake twice, counts the pinfall ludicrously fast, hoping to give his brother the win and to end the streak of Vladimir Strife in one fell swoop.


Trix:
"C'mon Vlad! You kicked out of the Cash Flow, you can kick out after a few measly punches and forearms"

Sang:
"You seem to forget Trix, he kicked out of the Cash Flow when the count was at a fair speed. But now, the count is fast again"

Trix:
"Vlad can do it! Hes overcome more than this before!"

Sang:
"Are you sure? Sure, he has been in every match type imaginable, and a few unimaginable ones before in his career, but those matches were not fought with an obviously bias referee in them, a helper on the outside for only one competitor, and a wrestler on the level of Darnez FC all rolled into one"

Trix:
"I suppose you got a point there but still, C'MON VLADDY!"

Sang:
"Ugh, you never listen to reason"

One.
Two.
Thr - NO! Again, Vladimir is able to get his shoulder off of the canvas in time, drawing the ire of the crowd, Matt Campton, and the "Self Proclaimed" Future of EVPW, Darnez FC. The Master of the Rant, not content that his ground game will end this match, pulls his punch-ridden opponent to his feet by his hair, almost pulling some of it out as he does so. Darnez them drags the Romanian to the center of the ring, before driving a solid knee right into his gut, winding the the Champion and causing him to bend over from the force of the shot. This allows Darnez to hook his arm around the neck of the prone Strife, readying himself for his end-all finisher, the Future's End. After waving to the crowd with his free hand, the West Australian bends his knees slightly, preparing to finish the match right there and then. However, before he can complete the move, the undefeated Behemoth spins out of the hooked arm before kicking his taller opponent squarely in the mid-section and placing his head in-between his legs in the middle of hooking his arms underneath his own. Then, in one quick motion, the undefeated one lifts the ICW Original up, around Vladimir's shoulder height, before driving him down, almost neck first, into the canvas, with himself sitting the move out. An echo of booes fill the arena, as they all know this is Vladimir's finisher, the Skesis Driver! The Champion places two hands upon the challengers chest to initiate the pin attempt. Matthew, completely in shock about how that previous event just transpired, slowly crawls into a position to count the pin, all the while Vladimir shouting at him to "Hurry Up!" The Doom Desire lackey begins to slow count the pinfall, much to the chagrin of the Undefeated Behemoth, who would like the count to be ALOT faster.

Trix:
"YES YES YES! THE SKESIS DRIVER! THATS IT! ADD ANOTHER WIN TO VLADIMIR'S UNDEFEATED STREAK! WOO!"

Sang:
"You fool, do you really think Matt is going to count the full three count? Seriously, i would be surprised if he got to two"

One.....................
Before the Special Guest Referee even gets past one, the Slayer of Opponents spies something in the corner of his eye. As it begins to reach him at an increasing speed, he quickly forgoes the attempt at winning the match and instead dives out of the way of the incoming object, which he soon sees to be the boot of the Mysterious Woman, having recovered from the shot she took earlier in the match, looking to get revenge on Vladimir Strife for dropkicking her in the face. Yet the errant boot instead collides with the face of the bewildered Matthew, who had no idea as to why the Imperial Champion suddenly "got out of dodge". The Mysterious Woman looks down at the man she smashed with her running boot, realizing it soon to be her Doom Desire counterpart, in utter disbelief. Before she can even regret what she has done however, she is shoved back into the ring ropes before being struck with a vicious punch to the back of her head. The Mysterious Woman faceplants right into the canvas from the deadly blow, completely out cold. Vladimir then rolls her out of the ring and onto the ringside floor with his foot. Now the match was one on one, with Matthew still out from that wild boot and the Mysterious Woman out for good.

Trix:
"YES! The mis-communication on the part of Doom Desire might have just cost their leader the championship! The match is now one on one Sang!"

Sang:
"Yes yes, but now the bigger fact remains, there is no referee at all for the time being, therefore, until Matt is revived, no one can win this match, and, when he is revived, Vladimir cannot win this match. See? Vlad has no chance of winning"

Trix:
"Damn you and your complex thinking!"

The EVPW Behemoth, realizing that their is no referee in this contest now, decides to go find that steel chair that was used on him earlier, still smothered in his own blood. However, as he searches for it, he realizes two things. One, that the weapon is nowhere to be seen, and two, Darnez is nowhere to be seen either. All of a sudden, a sharp pain is felt in Vladimir's tender parts, courtesy of Darnez FC and the blood-stained steel chair. Not suffice that simply jamming a steel chair into the genitalia of Vladimir Strife once will keep him down for the three count, Darnez whacks Vlad in the soft spot three more times, with the same steel chair, before letting the EVPW Titan sink to the blood ravaged canvas below him. The Master of the Rant slides the chair away and crawls into a cover, awaiting his brother to count the one, two, three. However, after not hearing the slaps of his brother's hands upon the canvas for quite some time, the ICW Original pushes the leg of his opponent away and stands up, looking over toward his brother, who is still shaken up from the shot he took earlier. The FC of wrestling begins to slowly shuffle his way over toward his sibling, but is stopped, out of the blue, by a shot to the plums by the Romanian Native, Vladimir Strife. As this doesn't topple the six feet, seven inch giant, the undefeated one drives the side of his arm into the knee of his Australian Opponent, causing it to buckle underneath him. This seemed to be a last-ditch effort on Vladimir's part however, as he can't follow up the chop block with any offense. Both men lay on the canvas, ravaged by the pain that flows through their bodies, attempting to regain themselves first to gain the advantage in this hard-fought, if unfair, contest.

Sang:
"Looks like we have reached a stalemate here at this point of the matchup. Whoever gets up first will definitely gain the advantage in this contest, but the question is, who will get to their feet first?"

Trix:
"I think its gonna be Vladdy boy!"

Sang:
"You would"

TBC Vlad

[Vladimir Strife]

His face buried into the canvas, the Undefeated Behemoth opens his mouth wide, making way for a bellowing and maniacal laughter. It should seem he had nothing to feel quite so joyous about, but the landscape of the match had changed dramatically within moments. Despite the biased referee and the mysterious woman lying unconscious, Darnez continued to hold the advantage in theory, his body nowhere near as worn down and beaten as that of his legendary opponent. As he rolls out of the ring, however, the Romanian Scourge understands that the lawless state of the match has given him a far greater advantage. He flips the ring apron up and onto the outskirts of the ring, his eyes fixating upon the arsenal that lie bellow, an outstretching multitude of equalizers and tide-turners all at his disposal.

Trix: Aha! Darnez's tactics of stacking the odds backfired and now Vlad is going to be even more angry and merciless than if this had been even!
Sang: This doesn't change though that Vlad is worn down and like I said, as soon as Matt gets back up, it's right back to where it was before. Maybe he will enjoy a moment of having the upper hand, but only a moment, Trix.
Trix: Sometimes it only takes a moment... you'll see!

The King bends down, wrapping his fingers around the slender shaft of his signature club. He brings it out from below the structure and holds it up in front of his face, a grin plastered across his mouth in anticipation of the violence and brutality that he plans to inflict upon the Streak Ender.

Trix: WATCH OUT, VLAD!

Before the loud-mouth can finish her sentence, Darnez FC has flung himself over the top rope, plunging towards the Imperial Champion with his body outstretched. The combatants meet torso to torso. a slap ringing out from the crossbody before they collapse to the ground. The ICW Legend, having anticipated and initiated the collision, finds himself better for wear than the champ. He pushes to his feet, grabbing a handful of locks from Vlad's scalp and beckoning him to stand back up as well. Strife complies, weary and dazed from the high impact
move. The Streak Ender takes him by the wrist, using the leverage to pull the Undefeated Behemoth towards him, spinning him around as he does and flinging him towards the turnpost. The Titan's legs go weak and he falls short of the goal, his shoulder slamming into the steel steps and battering them aside. As he lie upon the dark mats, grasping his shoulder and groaning at the pain surging through it, Darnez steps forward, looking upon the beaten and broken monarch.

Sang: See!? Even without the help of that mysterious woman and Matt Campton, Darnez is still managing to decimate Vlad! He's just too smart for the King to contend with.
Trix: I want to argue with you so bad, but Strife is laying here not 6 feet from our desk, down and almost out... and I can't really argue with that.

The challenger lurches forward, grabbing a handful of the follicles from Vladimir's scalp and using the leverage to bring him up from the padded mats. With the King to his feet, Darnez rolls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring, the Solid Core Savior stretched out in the middle as he slides in after him. With almost precision timing, Matt Campton has come to, moving into position as the Streak Ender covers Strife and goes for the win. The guest referee's count is slow, though not out of cockiness this time, but rather grogginess. Before he can make the third and final strike of his hand, the GodKing rolls his shoulder free from the canvas, twisting onto his side and pushing FC off. Frustrated, the ICW Legend slaps quickly at the mat, patronizing his battered brother for not making the call faster.

As the two competitors return to their standing positions, it is Darnez who makes the first attack, sprinting towards his weary prey before raising his boot up before him. Poised and aimed for the chest of the Vlad, the King quickly gathers his bearings and brings his hands up to catch the foot before it can connect. FC's eyes light up in surprise, unbelieving that his opponent has enough left inside him to still put up a fight. Strife pushes the leg aside, spinning his foe full circle before darting in with an outstretched arm. The Streak Ender ducks low, narrowly avoiding the vicious clothesline. As he pops back up, however, he feels an arm wrap around his head and take hold in preparation of the painful Sinnerplex. He grabs at it quickly, pulling the Titan's hand over his head and again evading his onslaught.

Trix: Well, this is a new one! It doesn't seem like either of these guys can get a hit on the other!
Sang: It's not something new, Trix, it's chain wrestling.. One move leading right to the next. These guys are trying to show each other that they can steer clear of their attacks and counter everything they throw at them.
Trix: Well, someone has to hit the other eventually!
Sang: Exactly the point, Trix. This is a battle of wits at the second and I don't think that's a fight Vlad wants to try Darnez at.

Darnez dashes forward, spinning on his heels and throwing his weight into the ropes. Rebounded by the cables, the Streak Ender bustles towards Vladimir as he turns to meet the youngster, arm stuck out in front of him and waiting. He hooks it under FC's pit and uses it to flip him forward, the ICW Legend rolling with it as he allows himself to be caught with the hip toss, pushing through it to land on his feet safely. Strife, however, latches to his wrist, tugging him around and launching him back into the ropes once more. He turns his back to the returning challenger, lifting his arm and jutting his elbow towards his mouth, a poised and awaiting present. The witty Darnez is not to be outsmarted though, ducking the attempt and continuing his pace towards the ropes in front of the GodKing. He leaps, thrusting both legs before him and planting them upon the middle rope. The momentum shoots him back, the 6'7" Australian twisting himself around with a stiff kick aimed for the Czar of Scars' head. The 3 time world champion steps in to meet him, however, a tightly wound ball of knuckles driven into the palette and nose of the Streak Ender that leaves him flat on his back.

Trix: OH YEAH! RRRRIGHT TO THE KISSER!
Sang: A lucky shot! Besides, Vlad should be DQ'ed for that! That was clearly a closed fist, which is illegal!
Trix: I'm sorry, we're having technical difficulties, folks. My broadcast partner is trying to say something, but all I can hear in my headset is 'WAHHH!"
Sang: VERY funny, smartass!

Campton steps in, as sure as Sang is to pick up on the illegal shot. The King plays it off as though he has no idea what Matt is talking about, swearing the fist was open and that he'll be a 'good boy'. The referee considers disqualifying the champion, deciding against it as he realizes that doing so would mean no title for his brother, regardless of the win. The arguing continues, Campton berating the Imperial Champion to keep him distracted while behind him, the Streak Ender is coming to. Darnez is quick to take the opening, hooking his arm between the legs and across the thigh of Vladimir, pulling him back and rolling him into a ball as the guest referee drops down and begins his speedy count.

ONE-TWO-THR!

Strife powers out, shoving the ICW Legend away and preventing the fall. He rolls out under the bottom rope, standing on the outside and looking at the witty opponent and the giant wrench he's thrown into the King's plans. There had to be a way to beat them... there was always a way.. Vlad just had to figure out how before Darnez could end the most prolific streak ever and bury the Imperial Champion under the weight of the highest stacked odds he'd ever faced.

TBCB Darnez

[Darnez FC]

As the King conjures up a plan in his mind, the Streak Ender, showing off his acrobatic skills, flings himself over the top-rope, right in the EVPW Titan's direction, corkscrewing his body as he falls to generate more momentum and thus cause more damage to his battle-worn opponent. However, almost as if the first part of his plan has come into motion, Vladimir quickly sidesteps out of the way of the two hundred and fifty two pound freight train and lets it collide, face first, into the unforgiving ringside floor. The noise of flesh meeting an almost concrete-like surface echoes throughout the sellout arena, not thrilling the fans in the slightest, who are, for once, on the side of the ICW Original, wanting him to pull out a victory here tonight. The Monarch, wishing to impose Anarchy upon this entire matchup, begins searching for a weapon underneath the ring, an action which draws the ire of the Streak Ender's Brother and Special Guest Referee for this contest; Matthew Campton. He slides out of the ring and pulls on the clothing of the Romanian, trying to get his attention. Not being complied with at first, Matthew begins to use more force as he pulls, almost pulling the champion's shirt off as he yanks on it. A quarter of a minute passes before any sign is shown of Vladimir respecting the referee's wishes and ending his search for whatever he was looking for. As The "Saint" begins yelling orders in the Undefeated Behemoth's face, he is secretly giving his brother more time to recover, going on random tangents and even repeating himself at one point. After Matthew is satisfied that the bully of EVPW has finally got the message, he rolls back into the ring, just quick enough to avoid an incoming Darnez FC, who has all but thrown his body toward his smaller but stockier opponent. Vladimir Strife, who anticipated this action from the long-winded scolding he got from the referee a second prior, maneuvers himself out of the way of the Flying Australian. Darnez FC, as a consequence, collides head-first with the steel post which holds its section of the ring together. Much like Vladimir who was busted open from colliding with the same object, Darnez' forehead begins crying tears of blood.

Trix:
"Yes! Finally! The distraction tactics of Matt Campton finally caused Darnez some pain!"

Sang:
"Oh please, its not as if that single collision with the ring post will end the match"

Trix:
"I know, but still...YAY! Vlad has the advantage again!"


As Darnez attempts to regather his bearings, the Imperial Champion is already on the offensive, driving countless knees into the rib area of the "Self Proclaimed" Future of EVPW, gaining some form of satisfaction each time Darnez squirms. Complacent with the amount of knees he has driven into Darnez' ribs, the King of EVPW drags his blood-slathered opponent over to the barricade, using his opponent's own wrestling attire to accomplish this task. As the task is completed, Vladimir Strife begins to push his boot into the throat of FC, choking the life out of his, currently helpless, opponent. This draws the ire of Matthew Campton once again, as he quickly slithers out of the ring and begins to count to five, at a ludicrously fast pace, to force the Behemoth to break the illegal choke he has on his brother. Vladimir again complies to the referee's wishes, knowing that a Disqualification would mean his entire winning streak would be tarnished. As the so-called "Saint" again tells Vladimir off for breaking the rules, the Doom Desire leader begins to regain his composure, all thanks to his brother's lengthy distraction tactics. Darnez manages to get to a knee before Vladimir "realizes" what is occurring, throwing more fists, which he swears are open hands, towards the forehead wound of Darnez FC, showing everyone that this isn't a wrestling match anymore, this is an all-out brawl!

Sang:
"Oh come on Ref! Those fists are obviously closed! Do something!"

Trix:
"Now whose at a disadvantage thanks to the special guest referee?"

Sang:
"Its only a temporary disadvantage Trix, Darnez will regain the advantage soon enough, just watch"

Vladimir Strife, finally finished with the idea of an outside fight, ends his fist flurry and picks Darnez up by the hair, again, swearing that its legal by pointing out that he has Darnez "by the head". The Romanian rolls Darnez FC back into the ring and follows the body of the Australian in, rolling in himself before quickly jumping into a cover. Matthew, who has just rolled back into the ring himself, "doesn't notice" the cover at first. Not that it matters, as the resilient bleeding bastard from Perth gets his shoulder off of the canvas before his brother from the same locale can even get into position to count the pin attempt. The Imperial Champion expected this, showing no frustration at not getting the win there. The bloody Titan returns to his feet with Darnez in his clutches, dragging him up with him. The Romanian Native begins to drive sharp forearms into the facial features of Darnez FC, forcing his larger opponent backward with each shot. At the moment he pushes the Streak Ender back into the ropes, Vladimir goes running, using the ropes on the opposite side of the ring for further momentum by pushing off of them with his sturdy back. As Vladimir makes his return trip however, he is, coincidentally, tripped up by something, landing quite comically on his face. Embarrassed in front of his "people", the powerhouse shoots back upto his feet and leers at the source of what had caused him so much embarrassment with one action, the shoe of Matthew Campton. Having been a thorn in Vladimir's side ever since this match had begun, the Romanian finally decides its time to return the favor. He walks over to the special guest referee, who begins to back away from the intimidating champion whilst frantically pointing at his referee shirt. Vladimir simply shakes his head and mouths "I don't care" and grabs the collar of the referee shirt and cocks his arm back before creating a ball with his fist, preparing to knock the referee's lights-out, not caring about being disqualified after committing this act.

Trix:
"No Vlad! Don't do it! Its been a part of his plan all along!"

Sang:
"Looks like Vladimir Strife is going to throw the streak away, all for the sake of wanting to punch Darnez FC's baby brother in the face"

Trix:
"Can you blame him though? Matthew has been a constant thorn in Vladimir's side throughout the entire duration of this match. Hell, i want to punch him too from all the biased refereeing he has done in this match!"

Sang:
"Its called controlling your emotions Trix, you got to keep a clear head in every match, especially high-profile matches like this one. You can't let anything get the better of you, which is something Vladimir has forgotten, and something he'll come to regret very, very soon"

As Vladimir goes to wreck the face of the utterly bias and utterly annoying Matthew "The Saint" Campton, he is stopped by a hand, one much larger than his own, which engulfs his own hand and maneuvers his cocked arm behind his back in a painful position, known as a hammerlock. Darnez FC, coming to the aid of his brother, either out of love for him or wanting to beat Vladimir for the title as well as for the accolades that come with ending the streak, wrenches on the awkwardly positioned arm of his Romanian opponent, causing said opponent to grit his teeth in an attempt to numb the pain. As the pain becomes more immense with each push Darnez gives him around the ring, Vladimir finally decides to try and break the hold by ramming his free elbow into the nose of the Streak Ender. He pushes his free arm back, elbow at the ready, toward the face of his larger opponent. However, this counter attempt is countered itself when the ICW Legend swiftly relinquishes the hammerlock and ducks the wild elbow, following this up by tripping Vladimir up with his muscular arms, grabbing at the ankles of the Romanian as he lays, still in shock from being out-thunk once again in this contest. Darnez, not wanting Vladimir to recover from his momentary case of shock and regain his advantage, steps through with one of his legs before wrapping the legs of the Imperial Champion around it before turning the Titan onto his back. The Streak Ender begins to pull back on the legs of his heftier opponent, torquing them badly out of place. The Sharpshooter quickly begins to drain what energy the Undefeated Behemoth has left, looking to give the victory to its applier, Darnez FC, in the space of a few moments.

Sang:
"Its the sharpshooter! And its locked in tight! At this point of the match, a hold like that can hand the user the victory!"

Trix:
"No Vlad! Don't give up! Push through the pain!"

Sang:
"Easier said then done i'm afraid, the Sharpshooter is one of the most painful moves in wrestling, evidenced by how many times it has caused the victim to tap out to it"

The Special Guest Referee gets into position to ask Vladimir if he wishes to give up, which is answered with a resounding "No!" As the pain begins to reach its climatic point, Vladimir tries to use his muscular arms to drag himself over towards the bottom rope, the only thing that will save him at this point. As he slowly crawls towards the salvation-bringing bottom rope, Matthew begins to position himself more and more "in the way" of his brother's opponent, drawing more hate towards himself from the King of EVPW, who would shout profanities at the referee if he wasn't in so much pain at this moment. Energy reserves quickly depleting, Vladimir begins to quicken the pace toward his current goal, the ring ropes. Having gained sufficient ground at this point, Vlad begins to reach out towards the ropes with each further inch he makes, even when this is answered with further wrenching on his legs by the FC of Wrestling, Darnez FC. The EVPW Titan, now within reaching distance of the bottom rope, barks orders at the so-called Saint, most notably "Get out of the fucking way!" For once in the bout, Matthew complies with an order given to him by someone not of blood relation to himself, only too further cause a permanent mark of hatred toward himself when he rolls out of the way, only to push the bottom rope out of Vladimir's reach with his legs. The crowd, wanting to see Vladimir finally lose, go absolutely nuts when this occurs, knowing that, finally, the Mad-With-Power Imperial Champion will be dethroned, with a Sharpshooter nonetheless. This would be the case had this final action by the younger Campton brother thrown oil on the already burning fire inside the body of the Romanian Native, who uses his anger towards the referee as a source of energy, forcefully removing Darnez FC from his position of power with a powerful push from his Titan-like legs. The crowd, The Streak Ender, and the Referee cannot believe what the Undefeated One just did, thinking that the match would be over there and then. Not wanting shock to become a factor upon him like it was upon Vlad some few minutes ago, Darnez gets right back on the offensive, attacking the legs of the Bully with brutal stomps.

Trix:
"YAY! Vladimir broke the Sharpshooter! There is a god!"

Sang:
"More like a Devil, God wouldn't let someone like Vladimir win all of his matches Trix"

Trix:
"Well, at least Vladdy Boy broke the Sharpshooter!"

Sang:
"Yeah, but he is still at a great disadvantage, with his legs and lower back ravaged by that Sharpshooter, i don't think Vlad has a chance of getting back into this match, which i for one am happy about"

The "Self Proclaimed" Future of EVPW continues his stomping assault, hoping to become the King of EVPW by ending Vladimir's undefeated Streak. Can the King be dethroned, or does Vladimir have an ace up his sleeve? Only time will tell as the match goes on.

TBC

[Vladimir Strife]

Vladimir rolls himself out of the ring and takes a seat upon the apron, hurriedly getting away from the ICW Original's vicious stomps. Darnez follows, however, pushing his foot through the ropes and slamming the sole of his boot across the back of the King's head, sending him spilling onto the floor. Matt Campton pretends to scold his brother, trying to hold back a laugh at the champion's predicament and losing his ability to. A brief moment later, the allies are laughing loudly, Strife bringing himself back to a vertical position outside the ring, rubbing at the tenderness in the back of his skull. He takes his time up the stairs, stepping back up onto the outskirt of the squared circle and taking a moment to shake the proverbial cobwebs loose.

Trix: This is sooooo unfair! Why can't Matt just call this down the middle?
Sang: Well, isn't it obvious? Darnez is his brother and Matt just wants to see him win.
Trix: Yeah... Unlike SOME people!
Sang: HEY! That was a cheap shot! I want my brother to win, don't get me wrong, I just don't think he will. Darnez has him outsmarted and outmatched tonight and on top of it, he's bigger and stronger than Vlad is! I'm just being a realist.

As the Undefeated Behemoth stands on the outer lip of the ring, trying to recuperate, the Streak Ender takes a run and throws himself into the ropes adjacent to the Solid Core Saviour, returning in a sprint and aiming to take the beast out of the match for good. He lunges forward, diving through the ropes shoulder first. The King is nowhere to be found in his line of fire though, having evaded the spear at the last moment by dropping off of the apron and ducking down. The Australian passes overhead like a dart, finding what Strife considers a bullseye as he plows into the front of the announce table and nearly topples it over onto the lovely divas calling the match. FC is left crumpled in a heap, more blood pouring from the gash in his scalp and pooling on the black mat under him in a glossy puddle.

Trix: FUCK!
Sang: Jesus Christ, would you guys watch what the fuck you're doing!?
Trix: Seriously! The edge of the table caught me in the gut, ugh, that's going to bruise, I can feel it..

As Sang checks on Trix, Strife bends down and takes his opponent by the hair, peeling him off of the mats and back up to his feet. He drags FC to the side of the ring, shoving him down forcefully and causing his face to bounce off of the apron, Darnez shooting backwards in whiplash from the impact. The Romanian Scourge guides him back into the ring, helping him onto the canvas and pushing him back in under the bottom rope. The Saint is already waiting inside, looking down at the Imperial Champion with a scowl on his face. The Co-owner raises a hand to the special guest, the middle finger extended in a gesture almost standard for the athlete. The scowl grows on Campton as a smirk creeps up across Vlad's face.

Strife climbs back into the ring, met by the referee he's angered, the 'Saint' lecturing him for his disregard for the rules and for illegally grabbing Darnez by the hair. The King ignores the official, accustomed at this point in the match to Matt's strategy of distracting him until the Streak Ender can get back up. Vlad simply turns away from him, making his way to the corner and grabbing onto the top ropes as he begins to scale them. High risk had never been a huge part of the Behemoth's arsenal, but it wasn't beyond him and his opponent was in no position to protest anytime soon.

Trix: YAY! Darnez is done for! Look at him, he's out cold and to make things worse, Vlad's climbing the ropes!
Sang: Come on! Vlad is just showing everyone how stupid he is! My brother is a brutal hardcore wrestler, a master of technical wrestling, a powerful striker, and decently strong, BUT.. he is definitely NOT an aerialist! He couldn't hit the broad side of a barn from above!!
Trix: ...Wouldn't you have to be at the side of the barn to hit it's broad side?
Sang: YOU KNEW WHAT I MEANT!

The crowd raises up to their feet, their curiosity captured as they ponder what the villainous Vladimir will do as he stands up straight on the top turnbuckle, looking back over his shoulder to see that his adversary is indeed still in place. Campton, standing to the side, realizes what a high impact move could mean at this point in the match and tosses himself into the ropes, shaking them and throwing the Czar of Scars off balance. Strife comes crashing down upon the top turnbuckle, his legs splitting out in different directions and his crotch taking the impact of the fall. Hunched over, he lays his head down on the top of the metal post, trying to cope with the throbbing agony in his nether regions. Meanwhile, the Saint doesn't even work on an excuse for his actions, making his way to Darnez and trying to wake him up.

Trix: That is such bullshit!! Being you knew so well about how Campton had dust in his eye earlier, do you want to explain what happened to him there!?
Sang: Oh, come on, Trix! He obviously tripped!
Trix: Oh yeah, SURE he did! This is an absolute screw job..

As Darnez finally comes to, Vladimir is doing the same, both men slowly working their way up. With the referee helping him out, it is FC who gets their first, planting both feet on the canvas seconds before the King can get his onto the ropes. Strife looks back over his shoulder, spotting the Streak Ender just before his legs are pushed out from under him. Again he crashes down onto the top turnbuckle, more pain racking his body and his stomach heaving, making him struggle to keep his dinner down. He's successful, but bigger matters are still at hand as the ICW Original makes his way up the corner behind him. Standing on the middle ropes, the Aussie pulls a leg at a time over the top, bringing them under it and hooking the top of his feet on the second rope. Sitting behind the beast, Darnez wraps his arms around the Titan's waist, latching on tightly with no resistance from the battered King.

Trix: What the hell is he doing now?
Sang: Exactly what I was thinking. I don't think I've seen anything like this before, but what's the point of it?

Darnez shows them the meaning of it as he rips the King from the top turnbuckle and pulls him back. The men fall towards the canvas, turning head over heels in the close quarters suplex. The hooked legs of the Streak Ender stop his descent, causing him to let go of the Romanian Scourge and send him on his way. Vladimir crashes shoulders and neck first into the mat, rolling through onto his front side from the drop and bringing his arms up to cover his neck. As FC pulls himself back up, the crowd goes wild, leading him to do a taunt for their entertainment and his ego. Their cheers get even louder, shouting praises for the challenger despite the underhanded tactics and nature of the bout.

Trix: The FUCK!? How can they cheer for this!?
Sang: Simple. Vladimir has turned his back on the fans and called them every name in the book! Why wouldn't they cheer for the man who is taking him out?
Trix: I guess, but considering the circumstances, how is Darnez any better?
Sang: Because he loves the fans!

Vladimir rolls onto his back, preventing any more damage to his neck. Meanwhile, Darnez unhooks his legs and begins to climb back onto the top, looking back to the prone Strife with a smile. He pulls his legs out, dropping himself down and hitting the ropes with his thighs. The force sends his legs bouncing back into the air, his upper body continuing downward and causing him to flip backwards. His weight comes bearing down on the King, the men meeting chest to chest perpendicularly in a collision of flesh and bone. FC hooks the Romanian's leg, getting him in pinning position as Matt Campton moves in for the count. He quickly slaps at the canvas, striking it twice before the Undefeated Behemoth can muster up the strength to push out. The brothers are left looking at one another with exhausted expressions, each wondering how much more the Solid Core Savior can possibly withstand. Despite everything they'd thrown at the Titan, he still managed to resist the count of 3, but he couldn't hold off forever. One moment of weakness was all it would take and should Strife experience such a moment, the stealthy ingenious would be waiting right at his side to, at last, put the epic streak to bed. It was a battle for all the glory, fame, and gold that mattered - 2 gifted warriors locked in a fight to determine the best, each resilient and decided within their minds that the night was theirs, but despite their rivaled intellect, skill, and hunger for the victory.. there could be only one.