Amanda Hallsworth vs. Vladimir Strife

[Amanda Hallsworth]

Main Event
Imperial Title
Amanda's Choice
Amanda Hallsworth vs. Vladimir Strife

Prelude To Madness. The crowd are electric, cheering wildly as they wait for the main event match to start. The match type was still unknown to everyone in the arena, besides Amanda herself. Lizzie Morna stood in the corner of the ring, she wasn’t really looking forward to announcing Vlad to the ring, but happened to be good friends with Amanda. The titantron came to life, showing Amanda in her locker room. She is sat on the bench tying the laces to her black wrestling boots, her head lifts up as the door to her locker room opens.

Amanda Hallsworth
Hey!

She sits up straight and smiles over at the person who walked into her room. The camera turns to see who it is. Chris Pyro.

Chris Pyro
Just came to wish you luck before your big match.
How are you feeling?

Amanda shrugs her shoulders and looks back down to her boots, finishing the laces off and standing to her feet.

Amanda Hallsworth
I’m fine.
Thankyou.

She smiles at Pyro and leans in to hug her tag team partner, he returns the hug and looks at her.

Chris Pyro
So, what do you have planned?

Amanda Hallsworth
That would be telling.
But lets just say it gives me a slight advantage.

She winks and turns around, looking herself in the mirror and adjusting her top a little. She is wearing white pants with a black seam down each side and a white belly top, also with black lace. Her black boots cover the bottom of her pants half way up her shin and her hair is up in a high pony. She removes the band from her hair and shakes it down, playing around with it with her fingers, brushing them through it. She turns back to Pyro and nods, indicating that she is ready.

Random Guy
Amanda, your up.

The Canadian Diva looks over at the man who had just popped his head around her door, and she nodded at him. She quickly picked her TV Title up from the bench and walked out of the locker room with Pyro. The Titantron went off as the ring bell sounded and Lizzie Morna stepped into the middle of the ring.

Lizzie Morna
The main event match is for the Imperial Title.
The match type is to be decided by Amanda.

A couple of seconds pass by before a female laugh echo’s around the arena, bringing the crowd to their feet as they cheer. ‘’This Is How It Goes Down’’ by Pink hits the PA System. Amanda Hallsworth walks out from behind the curtain. She looks around at the crowd, a smile on her face. She raises the TV Title off her left shoulder into the air, listening to the crowds reaction. With her right hand, she points up to the sky, the same black band with ‘B.B’ written on placed on her upper arm as she pays respects to Brian Brooks. Amanda begins her walk down to the ring..

Lizzie Morna
Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada. Weighing in at 130lbs and standing at 5’5’’... She is a member of All That Counts and the TV Champion... Amanda Hallsworth!

Lizzie steps back into the corner of the ring as she watches Amanda take her time in getting to the ring. Amanda claps hands with the fans, conversing with them on her walk. When she reaches the ring, she climbs the steel steps and enters under the second rope. The crowd continue to cheer as she holds the title up in the air again and points out to them. She turns on her heel and walks over to Lizzie, talking with her for a moment and being passed the mic.

Amanda Hallsworth
Due to..what happened..and the reason for this match. I got the chance to pick the match type.
I pondered on a few ideas.. Having Vlad blindfolded, having his hands tied behind his back, I even considered having him tied to the turnbuckle.
But I came to a conclusion.
It’s going to be an ordinary ladder match, mainly because I’m feeling generous tonight and the only thing I’m concentrating on is beating the hell out of Strife.
Revenge is sweet.

She smirks and passes the mic back to Lizzie Morna, before walking to the middle of the ring and looking up the entrance ramp.
Amanda waits almost patiently for Vladimir Strife to come down to the ring, keeping her eyes locked on the top of the entrance ramp while a couple of stage hands pull out a ladder from two sides of the ring..

*Tbc by Vlad*

[Vladimir Strife]

"And her opponent... weighing in at 269 lbs... from Sighisoara, Romania... Vladimir Strife!!!"

As Lizzie Morna steps out of the ring, she whispers "Kill him.." to Amanda Hallsworth, encouraging another woman that's been a victim to the Hardcore King.

The PA rumbles with music, something different than Vlad's usual theme. "Cassie Eats Cockroaches" by Acid Bath begins to blare, the lights going dim with a strobe light focused on the entrance. As the curtain is pulled aside, the Imperial Champion makes his way out to a chorus of boos.

"I feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my skin
The viruses crawl over me and feel for some way in
Cassie loves to swallow, this bleeding will not stop
I left Cassie hollow, cut you with my cock"

Vladimir's face is bandaged heavily on the left side, a reminder of his recent accident. The King is in no playing mood, despite the dirty tactic of the lyrics. Amanda's stomach churns as they play, driving her rage to a boiling point.

"Cassie likes it in her hand, Cassie's dead inside
I came to fuck the open wound, so hold it open wide
Cassie loves to swallow, this bleeding will not stop
I left Cassie hollow, cut you with my cock"

As Vladimir makes his way to the steel steps to climb into the ring, he looks around the arena, hundreds of people all gathered to jeer him and hoping to see him finally get what is coming to him. Climbing towards the ring, Strife begins to focus on tonight's opponent, a woman he'd wronged in ways no one should ever have to endure. Swinging his legs over the middle rope, the Chick with Kick is no longer able to contain herself and rushes the champion, raising her boot to clash with the side of his skull. The Undefeated Behemoth is thrown back through the ropes and crashes down onto the apron, dropping to the ringside as the bell rings.

TBCB Amanda

[Amanda Hallsworth]

The crowd cheer loudly, almost deafening the diva as she looks around them briefly. Adrenaline pumps around her body already, just the sight of Vlad making her blood boil. She places both hands on the top ropes and pulls back, giving her leverage as she jumps over the top rope. She lands body first on top of Vlad, knocking him back down to the cold concrete floor just as he was getting up. His Imperial Title was resting on the apron of the ring. A stage hand picks it up and stands in the center of the ring as the wire drops from the ceiling. He places the title around the wire and sends it back up, the metal shining brightly as the arena lights reflect off it.

Amanda jumps back up to her feet quickly, looking inside the ring and up at the Imperial Title. She had convinced people she was going into the match to win the title. But she wasn’t. All she wanted was to try to put Vlad through just as much hell as he put her through. Whether she won or not, he would come out looking a lot worse than he did when he went in. The Canadian Diva ponders on what to do next, not having much time before hand to decide on any dirty tactics she could use. She looks down at her opponent and clenches her jaw, hatred running through her veins at the sight of him. She walked to the side of the ring and picked up one end of the ladder that was lying there, and dragged it over to near where Vlad was.

The Bitchess dropped it to the floor and picked up the opposite end, resting it on the ring apron while the other end was still on the concrete. Vlad made it to his feet in time to see what Amanda was doing. He ran at the diva, driving his forearm into the back of her head and pushing her into the ladder. Her ribs crashed against the steel. Strife then grabbed a handful of her hair and spun her round to face him. He looked into her eyes, a sick smile on his face as he did so. This lasted a couple of seconds, until Amanda raised her knee high and Vlad dropped to his knees..

Trix
In my eyes, Vladimir deserves every ounce of pain inflicted on him after what he did to Amanda.

Sang
While I agree partially with what you’re saying... He is my brother.

Amanda took a step back, and while Vlad was catching his breath and trying to bring himself to see straight again, she raised her foot and kicked Strife in the teeth. His head snapped backwards, followed by the rest of his body. Amanda looked around once more and then walked back to the side of the ring. She pulled up the apron and looked underneath. The crowd were chanting her name loudly, begging for her to do all she can to win. When she emerged from underneath the ring, she had a few items in her hand. After standing to her feet, she held up a set of silver handcuffs on the end of her index finger, a smirk on her face as she looked at them. In her other hand was a long black whip.

Vlad held onto the side of the ring and pulled himself to his feet, not managing to walk just yet. He glanced over to his opponent and saw what she was holding in her hands. He rolled into the ring for the first time. Amanda put the handcuffs just under the bottom rope, followed by the whip and then went back under the ring for more. She pulled out a string of barbed wire and then decided that was enough for now. She slid into the ring, turning her attention to the Imperial Champion as he stood in the corner of the ring. She ran at him, but Vlad saw it coming and wrapped his hand around her throat. Squeezing lightly, and then harder and harder until Amanda’s face went a light shade of red and she couldn’t breathe.

The Undefeated Behemoth released the hold by throwing Amanda back. She fell to the canvas holding her neck and regaining the air to her lungs. Vlad moved towards her. With one swift movement, he pulled Amanda to her feet using just one hand and her hair, pushing her back into the turnbuckle. Hallsworth felt a surge of claustrophobia come over her, finding herself unable to breathe as she stared into the face of The Hardcore King. She had been in a position like this before. The diva made a run for it and dropped to the canvas as soon as she could, rolling out of the ring. Strife shook his head, laughing as he watched Amanda walk to the side of the ring where she set the ladder up. His expression turned cold, no emotions shown on his face at all.

Sang
I’ve seen that look before. This means trouble.
A wrestling match is a wrestling match to Vlad, but this seems a little more personal than that and both parts.

Trix
I can’t come to imagine how Amanda is feeling right now.
But Vlad isn’t having any of it.

The Imperial Champions slides out of the ring and with a quick walking pace advances in on Amanda. The diva stood there, almost unable to move. Vlad swung his fist, connecting with the side of Amanda’s face. She fell to the side, managing to keep her balance while holding her cheek. Vlad pulled her by the arm towards the ladder and scooped the diva up, before throwing her back first onto the steel. Amanda let out a scream as her body connected with the ladder, arching her back off it as much as she could. The appliance stayed in its original place though. Strife laughed as Amanda fell off the other side to the floor. He lifted the apron up and searched under the ring, pulling out a steel chair. He threw the weapon behind him and continued to look, this time he came out with a barbed wire baseball bat.

Amanda pulled herself up to a kneeling position, looking in the opposite direction to where Vlad was. Strife seemed quite happy with what he had in his hand now as he walked around the ladder and measured up the TV Champion. He swung the bat, but Amanda ducked just in time and the bat hit the ladder instead of her. She rolled out of harm’s way and got to her feet and fell back onto the steel steps, her back still throbbing. Vlad wasted no time now, swinging the bat as quick as he could. This time it hit Amanda’s stomach, drawing blood on impact. She fell forwards onto her knees, but was hit again..this time on her back. Lying face first on the concrete floor, Vlad saw this as the perfect opportunity to win the match.

The King walked to the ladder which was not set up and slid it into the ring, and then followed it in. He set it up, taking his time while still checking to see Amanda was still down every now and again. He pushed down the bars in the middle of the ladder to make sure they were secure. Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Amanda rolled onto her back and glanced up to see Vlad making his way up the ladder, the last thing she could see was him win the match so early on. She jumped to her feet quickly and slid into the ring, aiming to stop Vlad in his tracks. This is what she managed to do when she pulled his left leg from under him, causing him to tumble from about the fourth step up to the canvas.

Trix
I don’t know how she does it you know.
Vlad has to be about double her weight.

Sang
It’s not the size of the opponent that drives Amanda to win a match though.
It’s the reason. And she has a pretty damn good reason to give all she has in this case.

Amanda had taken a pretty bad hit from that baseball bat a few moments ago and small droplets of blood were dripping down her stomach and back. Vlad pushed himself quickly to his feet. As he turned around, Amanda raised her foot and kicked him in the chin. Vlad fell back and through the ropes, but managed to keep a hand on the middle rope top stop him falling onto the ladder on the outside of the ring. He stood dazed on the apron for a few seconds and as he turned around to face the inside of the ring, Amanda jumped off the canvas and with both feet kicked Vlad in the chest. The Imperial Champion fell backwards off the apron..

[glow=red,2,300]CRACK[/glow]

The ladder snapped in half from the pressure and weight that fell onto it. Vlad lay in an awkward position on top of the broken ladder as part of it was still upright against the ring, his eyes closed. Amanda held on to the ropes for a second, regaining her composure. She dropped to the canvas and slid out of the ring. Using both of her hands, she pulled Vlad to his feet and pushed him under the bottom rope. He still lay motionless under the bottom rope. As Amanda got back into the ring, the crowd began a chant of...

[glow=red,2,300]‘’Tie Him Up! Tie Him Up!’’[/glow]

Amanda smiled as she looked around the crowd and then at the collection of little weapons she got out before. She kicked them to the side of the ring where Vlad was laying and picked up the barbed wire. The small spikes cut through the skin of Strife as Amanda tied the barbed wire around both of his wrists so they were together. She then picked up the handcuffs and put one side of them around his left hand and the other around the top rope. Vlad came back into consciousness and opened his eyes as he felt the pain of the wire around his wrists. He struggled a little, but stopped after a couple of seconds as the blood dripped down his arm. Amanda smirked at him and took a step back, picking up the whip...

Trix
Uh Ohh...
Looks like your brother isn’t going anywhere.
She has him trapped, just like he had her trapped. And now she can do whatever the hell she likes.

Sang
This should be fun.
For Amanda at least. I’m not sure how much Vlad is going to enjoy it

The crowd were cheering even louder now, watching in anticipation as Amanda smacked the whip against the canvas. Vlad shook his head, looking at the handcuffs and realising as he stood to his feet that he wasn’t going anywhere. It was clear that Amanda wasn’t trying to win the match now, she could have climbed the ladder there and then to win the match, but she wanted to punish Vlad. She swung the whip with all the power in her right arm, slapping it against the torso of Vladimir Strife, so hard that it actually cut him. He writhed in pain, unable to get out of the way of the attack or at least counter it. Amanda swung again, this time hitting him on the side of his body and leaving yet another mark. This went on for another four times. And then she stopped.

Her movements stopped dead as she stood looking at Vlad, a cold stare that brought the arena almost silent. She knew in herself that she was going slightly mad, but it was all Vlad’s doing, it was his fault. The Blonde Bombshell walked forwards as Vlad knelt in the corner of the ring, she wasn’t finished with him yet. The black leather swung around his neck, the sting of it bringing his eyes wide open. But it stayed there, and Amanda pulled both sides of it, choking Strife. For extra force, she put her knee into the back of Vlad, pulling viciously on the whip and forcing all the air out of his lungs...

*Tbc by Vlad*

[Vladimir Strife]

Vlad was trapped; caught like a rat in a trap. Only this one had failed to break his neck, instead slowly draining the life from him in excruciating fashion. Amanda pulls the whip tighter and tighter across his larynx, her knuckles flushing white and arms trembling as she tries to choke out the GodKing with all of her might. She leans in towards her fastly fading opponent, wishing to be the last voice he ever hears.

"This time, Vlad... you fucked with the wrong person! I'm going to make sure you never hurt anyone else the way you've hurt me.."

The Behemoth takes no heed to her words, his mind fuzzy with a lack of oxygen and focused solely upon his survival. With a whip of his neck, he rams his skull into the Chick with Kick's face, the whip going slack as it slips from one of her hands. The King follows up by pulling back against the rope, stretching it before leaping forward, slingshotting himself over. As he does, he wraps his thighs around Amanda's midsection, grabbing her with his powerful legs and pulling her along for the ride. The duo clears the top rope, flipping forward and pivoting about the handcuffs that bind the champion to the ring. Swinging down, Vlad relents his hold and sends the Canadian Diva spilling to the padded mats with a hearty slap resonating from the impact.

JP: What the hell was that!?
Ray: It was awesome, that's what it was!
JP: I don't think there's a proper name for it, but Vlad just basically Hurricanrana'ed Amanda by the waist over the top rope!!
Ray: You know, I understand Amanda's pissed because of what Vlad did, but she was stupid to mess with the King! I mean, ESPECIALLY now that she knows just what he's capable of!
JP: Maybe you see it that way, Ray, but the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing. Somebody HAS to stop this man.

Even though the Romanian Scourge has succeeded in immobilizing his opponent for the moment, his problems are far from solved - hanging on the outside of the ring by his wrists. Streams of blood flow down the length of his arms, dozens of barbs biting down harder and harder into his flesh as he struggles. Relief is on the way, however, with the dark haired stranger he'd recently befriended making her way down the ramp with bolt cutters in her hand. As she slides into the ring, Amanda is beginning to stir on the outside of the ring, Strife's heart picking up in beat. The blades slice the barbed wire in two as the most legendary female in the business plants her second foot on the ground and stands up straight. Vladimir's right hand is freed, giving him something to defend himself with in case Ms. Hallsworth can mount an attack before his friend can save him from the current predicament. With a second closing of the cutters, the Canadian-born Beauty makes her way to the announce table, Lizzie Morna offering her the steel chair she sits in as a weapon. The chain between the cuffs snaps, releasing the Titan and sending him dropping the few inches left between himself and the ground.

JP: And Vlad's free! Amanda is ready for him though..
Ray: Bullshit! You're NEVER ready for the GodKing!
JP: And yet, sadly, there's quite a bit of truth in that. Vlad is possibly the most unpredictable star I've ever seen in action. That's what makes him so dangerous: you never know where he's coming from or what he's got in mind.

Now leaning against the apron and watching as the woman he has scorned folds up the steel chair, Vladimir yells something to his partner in crime that surprises her thoroughly.

"Now go... Leave me be.."

"What?"

"This is my penance.. the price I pay for my sin. I don't need your help - not tonight."

Still confused, his manager wants to protest, but is already familiar with how stubborn the King can be and does as she's told. Walking to the back, she takes a final look back to see the Bitchess approaching Vlad with the steel chair in front of her, the look in her eyes filled with pain and rage for the betrayal she suffered at the hands of her long time friend. The Impaler doesn't fight it, holding his arms out to the side with both hands wide open in a sign of his surrender. The mysterious woman they'd come to know as Envy turns back towards her path and steps through the back in perfect time to avoid the sight of the steel seat careening off of Strife's forehead.

The Undefeated Behemoth's legs begin to tremble and he drops down onto his knees, forcing his palms out in front of him to keep from faceplanting the floor. Now on all fours, Vlad is left wide open to the second blast as it cracks across his spine and flattens him. He pushes back up to his hands and feet, preparing himself for Amanda to further take apart piece by piece. The Blonde Bombshell swings low, connecting with the Asylum Messiah's face with a fury-driven blow. Blood smears his features and his limbs betray him again as he goes limp and collapses on the ground. Hallsworth pulls the chair up, taking pride and joy at the dent in the seat that takes up the majority of it's surface.

JP: GOD, that was brutal! Amanda just scrambled his brains with that shot!
Ray: What the fuck!? Kick her ass, Vlad, stop being a pussy!
JP: Maybe he's not fighting back because he finally feels sorry for what he did..
Ray: Well, on one hand, that would make a little sense. But on the other hand, it's Vlad... so I'm going to guess no.
JP: Oh yeah! You win.

The King didn't feel sorry for the things he had done. The answer was, instead, far more complicated. Throughout his life, Vladimir had never enjoyed many feelings of joy. Instead, he'd resorted to agony in the moments his heart grew cold in order to reassure himself that he was still living. For the masochistic (and often sadistic) monarch, pain was joy. It was a test of himself to continually receive such brutality and use his pride to fight through the things that would put the average individual down for the count. As his entire body throbs with soreness, the Titan crawls over to the steel steps, Amanda trailing close behind with every motion. She unleashes another blast that lands across his lower back, momentarily dropping his lower end back down. He continues to claw his way to the outside corner, finally reaching it as she readies herself to try and cave his skull in again. The Undefeated Behemoth seats himself against the steps, turning around to face his attacker.

Tensed up and ready to strike, what the Canadian sees stops her in her tracks. Her eyes go wide in shock and horror as she looks upon the ravaged Strife. The right side of his face is glazed in crimson, the coating of blood dripping from chin down onto his chest drop by drop. The bandaged left side has turned a deep shade of crimson, providing an answer to the lack of a visible wound. He raises his hand to the soaked and heavy gauze and peels it off, unveiling what has become of his face. The long gash down the length of it from his accident is split open at the top of his cheek, the rest of the wound held shut by surgical staples. Blood is pooled around the split and runs down, blending and mixing in with the rest, Vlad's literally donning the proverbial crimson mask.

JP: HOLY SHIT! That's fucking disgusting! I think he needs medical attention!
Ray: QUICK! SOMEBODY HELP MY VLADDY!

Amanda shakes her head quickly, pushing away the notion of mercy before she lurches forward and lashes the steel chair down across the cap of Vlad's cranium again. The impact sounds off like a gunshot blast and the King slumps over against the apron. Finished with the weapon, the Diva throws it down harshly, taking in sight of the carnage she's wrought. Turning away from it, she makes her way back towards the announce table, seizing something she'd noticed before when she got the chair. Pressing the lever at the bottom, she unhinges the lower half of the stapler and makes her way back to the most hated man in EVPW's ranks. The Chick with Kick presses the business end of the stapler onto Vlad's cheek, dispensing a single staple just above the spot where she had dislodged one. It sinks deep and hits bone, the ends of the staple folding in as they clash with it. Strife snaps back to consciousness sharply, holding his face with both hands and jerking about, writhing in misery.

JP: That HAD to hurt!
Ray: No shit! LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU BULLY!!!

As the Titan scrambles to his feet, Amanda slams the stapler into his back, ejecting another staple and lodging it in his flesh. He screams out once more, standing up straight and kicking the steps away in a fit. Slowly stumbling away from the Bitchess and the weapon she wields. Hallsworth holds it by the bottom half now, swinging forward with it and planting it across his right shoulder. A click is heard, followed by a jolting yelp from his majesty. The Impaler continues his path to safety, finding no such thing though as his opponent stalks him ever closely. Spinning on his heels, Vlad brings himself around and hefts a mighty right closed fist into the slender jawline of former United Glory champion. Her strength wavers and in a matter of seconds, the Blonde Bombshell finds her sight filled with the bright overhead lights. Her back aching from the fall and ears ringing from the signature Lights Out! punch, Amanda futilely attempts to make her way back up as the Undefeated Behemoth lurks ominously above her.

Ray: Liiiiights OUT! Just more proof that you can throw everything you've got at Vladdy, but at the end of the day it only takes 1 slip up to become the latest addition to his list of victims!
JP: True enough, but no battle was ever won on a single move, Ray. Strife is going to have to pick it up if he has any hopes of walking out of here with that title. Amanda has been utterly dominating so far!

Reaching into his pocket, the King fishes around for something special he'd packed for the Canadian-Born Beauty in anticipation of this match-up. In a twist of irony to her recent assault, Vladimir brandishes a staple remover, a rubber band holding it's ends together to prevent it from stabbing into his thigh while it was in his pocket. He has no intentions of removing the staples she has riddled him with, however, instead bending down to take a handful of her hair in his empty hand. Pulling her back up to a vertical base, the Czar of Scars thrusts her into the steel ringpost, leaving her leaned against it as he moves in on his target. The sharp teeth of the staple remover bite down onto the right nipple of the diva and a high-pitched shriek fills the air. Amanda begins to hop about, panicking about the pain shooting through her breast from the sharp teeth. She shoots her leg in between Vladimir's and drills her knee into his crotch. The Titan lets go of the staple remover and grabs his most sensitive of areas, his face turning red as he drops onto his bottom. The Bitchess grabs the top and bottom of the intruding weapon and pulls them apart, freeing herself, albeit painfully so. As she rubs at her bloodied nipple, she curses her opponent and begins to plot her revenge.

JP: Way to go Amanda! Can you believe that sick bastard just grabbed her nipple with that staple remover!?!
Ray: Of course I can, I just saw it happen!
JP: ...Smartass..

TBCB Amanda