Asylum Cage: KB vs Vlad

[KingBear]

The PPV is coming down to it's final match and the crowd is going insane. This is a match that has been anticipated for as long as any man or woman that has been a fan of KB or Vlad. The crowd in the arena begins to die down after the amazing match that took place moments before, their eyes focused in on the structure that headlines this PPV, the Asylum Cage. KingBear is making his way through the arena by himself, halfway to the stage, KB is stopped by Metal Dragon and Matt Oliveira.

KB: Uhm... Hey guys, y'know, I've got a match to get to....

MD: Yeah we know big man... We just wanted to tell you goodluck.

Matt O: Yeah good luck Bearman, do what nobody else has been able to do.

KB: I will.. I know Vlad's tricks and I know the way he thinks. I trained that son of a bitch...

MD & Matt: Take care of business bearman, like everyone knows you can.

KingBear grins lightly and shakes hands with the two men before they step aside and he continues his way to the ring. Just before getting to the stage, Crazyboy, El Conajo Blanco and Gnarff all step out in front of the big man. KingBear smiles lightly and extends his hand, shaking the hands of each of the three men.

ECB: Knock him out PB...

CB: Yeah, you got this, nobody else has been able to do what you are going to do tonight.

Gnarff: And to make sure you know what's on the line....

Gnarff steps aside and Sang moves in with tears streaming from her eyes. KingBear sighs lightly and hugs his wife and swipes at the tears in her eyes before smiling at her and turning to the three men.

KB: You know I got this... Vlad is mine tonight...

KB turns away from the men and wraps an arm over the shoulders of his wife before stepping to the curtains. "Who are you?" by The Who begins to play over the PA and the crowd goes insane. KingBear slowly walks out onto the stage at the crowded arena and looks around at the people cheering for him, his face is somber and his mind is racing. He then turns around and extends his arm when Sang walks out and takes his hand. The two walk down to ringside and KingBear walks his wife around to the front row and helps her over the barricade where she sits down between two empty seats. The Big Man presses his fingers to his lips and blows a kiss to his wife before jumping up to the apron and climbing over the top rope.

Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce to you, a man that is well known and well loved throughout this business. He's the creator of the REAL Coven and the father of Wrestling Today. People may call him old but they'd never call him weak or small. He weighs in at a whopping 379lbs and stands at 6 feet 10 inches... He is the Monarch Grizzly, one of the biggest men in the business, he is, the one, the only... KingBEAR!!!!!!!!

Just as the big man gets into the ring the crowd goes insane from the introduction, amidst the insanity, the music dies and KingBear looks up to the top of the ramp where Brett Steel is standing with a microphone in hand.

Brett: Bearman, that thing you're fighting in tonight is pure hell. There is no pinning and no walking away from this match. You know that, you scheduled me and Vlad in the first ever Asylum Cage. Just know I'm pulling for you man, heck, everyone in this arena is pulling for you in some way. Some want you to win just to end Vlad's streak others want you to win so you can put a stop to all of this hell Vlad has been causing. We're all here for you man. This is your night!

With that the crowd goes insane and Brett tosses his mic to a ring attendant before trotting down the ramp and hopping over the barricade where Sang is. He then sits down next to her and gives her a hug, Kb smiles before turning away from the two and staring up at the top of the ramp with intent.

[Vladimir Strife]

As Vladimir snaps the last button at the top of his black cotton trenchcoat, knuckles rap across the wooden door. The Undefeated Behemoth slowly turns his head toward it, waiting for someone to enter; for something to be said.

"It's time.."

The stageman's voice was calm and somber, a mood shared by every staff member, wrestler, and fan in the arena as the stage had been finally set for the clash of the Titans that built the empire known as EVPW.

The King bent over, his fingers wrapping around the closest strap of the white and silver of the most prestigious prize in the company. He puts the title on sideways, snapping the buttons before sliding it into it's proper position, the almost comically large buckle displayed proudly in front. The heavy clop of his swat-styled steel toed boots echo throughout the room as he paces to the door. He sets his hand onto the handle, a heavy sigh escaping him as the weight of tonight sets in.

For the Romanian born GodKing, it was a night that would shatter or cement his legacy. With one more win, he could not only surpass the mentor that'd prepared him for this business and taught him nearly everything he'd known, but appease his appetite for revenge against the man he'd mistakenly blamed for the demise of his beloved fiance and unborn child. It was also true, however, that the cost of failure had never been higher in his career. Should his teacher be victorious, the few things he had left would be left in the cage, collateral of the deadly Asylum. His Imperial Title... His pride... The fabled streak that had become feared, loathed and yet respected by his peers... his very life. The stakes had never been higher.

As he swings the door open, he looks straight ahead to see the expressionless faces of Trix and Andrew Porter, the two of them standing against the wall across from Vladimir's lockerroom. There were more to the left of them and the Czar of Scars looked down through them as he stepped into the hallway. Almost every man and woman in EVPW stood along the hall, lined up on either side and creating a pathway of sorts for the legendary villain. Each of them had grown tired of the Impaler, his ruthless behavior and unforgivable actions closer in their minds than ever.

Making his way through the lines, Vlad spotted former friends, rivals and stablemate from the likes of his former tag team partners Rhaps and Matthew Oliveira to life long enemies Kahlan and Desperado. Nobody says a word as the Imperial Champion makes his way past them at a slow but steady pace, most holding scowls in disdain for turning their home away from home into a living nightmare. Rape, attempted murder, vehicular assault, breaking and entering... Vladimir Strife had done every despicable act in the book to date and not a soul gathered around him had forgotten it.

Ragnarok was said to be the end of the old world and the birth of a new one. For the men and women of EVPW, though, they could never truly start again until the reign of the King was over and his boot lifted from their necks. Strife now reached the end of the line, standing on the backside end of the stage with a mere 10 feet separating himself from the black curtain that hung between this world and the eyes of over a million people watching at home and in the arena.

As he stands there, he is approached by the person he'd done the worst to: Amanda Hallsworth. She looks into his eyes, the pain apparent in hers as she does so.

"I... I used to look up to you, Vlad. I've never told anyone that.. but it's true. You were a great guy once the camera's were off and I hate that that changed.. For everything you've done though... To me and to everyone else here... I sincerely hope that KingBear doesn't just end that streak.. but that he sends you to hell... right where you belong."

With tears welling in her eyes from the memories of that fateful night, Amanda steps back to the wall, Chris Pyro and Metal Dragon comforting her.

There was no sorrow on the face of the Bambi Killer, only his infamous look of underlying rage and hatred, his emerald eyes focused in front of him and starring out from under furrowed eyebrows.

The public announce speakers crackle and the lights go dim as Vladimir prepares to enter his own personal hell on Earth for the third time and the sound of Devin Townsend rings out.

"I know you're trying to go home.."

Lizzie Morna picks up the microphone, nodding to KingBear before continuing. It was no secret that her cheers were going to the Concord native; considering their lengthy friendship and the two times the King had sidelined her as payback to Big Sexy.

"And his opponent... hailing from Sighisoara, Romania.. weighing 269 lbs and standing at 6 feet even.. he is the EVPW Imperial Champion and the Undefeated Behemoth with a record of 58 wins, zero loses... The Hardcore King... VLADIMIR T. STRRRRIFE!"

The warlike drums and distorted guitars blare loudly, shaking the arena as 'The New Black' by Strapping Young Lad continues to play. Brushing the black curtain aside, the Romanian Scourge steps out center stage, staring straight down to the ring and ignoring the voracious jeers from the assembled audience. He donned the long black trench coat he'd added to his wardrobe months ago along with the Imperial title, another item he'd procured about the same time. At the bottom, his heavy boots, their tops tucked under the legs of his black pants. Beneath the jacket, they'd find a raven blue shirt emblazoned with "THE COVEN" and his necklace, a silver chain with a sword trinket on it, his own personal 'Sword of Mars'. On his hands, fingerless black gloves were pulled tightly against his clenched fists.

Ray: Wow.. my baby is looking as good as ever, Jimmy!
JP: Well, you'd better say that while you still can! I don't doubt for a second that both of these men will leave that cage a damn bloody mess..

Step by step, the most feared name in professional wrestling made his way to the ring. The canvas had been switched out, fresh from the night's bloodshed and beating and replaced while they were cleaning up from the Arabian Deathmatch to a stark ivory one. The ropes were gone, another tweak performed by the stage crew for tonight's main event. Making his way up the steel steps, the Titan couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time he'd stand in the middle of the squared circle. He could handle a broken bone or bruised body, those things healed. He could handle death even, he really had nothing much to live for that he was aware of. But the thought of living the rest of his life without wrestling... of being a normal average Joe... shook him to the core and ran up his spine. It was a chance he was willing to take though.

He undoes the buckles, handing the Imperial title over to Lizzie Morna, who holds it high for the stadium to see and understand that it was on the line. As the men stood there, the Asylum Cage loomed overhead, slowly lowering until it was no more than 10 feet from the ring, a few of the larger weapons tied to the roof dangling back and forth. Morna takes her place between them for a moment, stopping to explain the rules to the men and the fans.

"This match is an Asylum Cage Deathmatch scheduled for 1 fall! In a moment, the Asylum Cage will be lowered over the ring and the participants trapped inside. There is no door and the cage CAN NOT be lifted until this match is over. A winner will be determined once one man has made his opponent submit or left him unable to respond to the count of 10. Unlike Last Man Standing rules, the opponent is not required to stand on both feet in order to remain in the contest, but rather any sign of consciousness will be considered as their consent to continue the bout. KingBear... Vladimir... may God have mercy on your souls tonight.."

As Lizzie exits the ring, Sang covers her mouth and nods her head in agreeance with her words, choking back tears as she fears for the life of her younger brother and her husband. The referee walks into the ring, the cage now lowering the rest of the way at a snail's pace. The best friends turned bitter enemies begin to take it in, their eyes wandering to it's glossy white finish and their hearts floating into their throats. As the ring attendants move the stairs to the ring, it's brought to the floor, the crash of metal and concrete sending the legends' stomachs churning. The bell rings out sharply, echoing throughout the arena as Vladimir and KingBear turn their focus back to one another and the bout officially begins.

(TAKE IT AWAY, KINGBEAR!)

[KingBear]

The big man hesitates a moment, looking around at the massive structure surrounding him and his former best friend. He then steps forward and looks directly at Vladimir Tepes Strife, eyes locked in tight. His opponent doesnt break the glare and the two men have a standoff, waiting to see who is going to make the first move. "Vlad! I didnt kill Daphne.." KingBear yells across the ring, trying to calm his old friend down, knowing this is one of the major things hurting him. Vlad roars in anger and charges in, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, he swings wildly and KingBear back peddles away from him before throwing a boot into the stomach of his old friend.

JP: Well, I honestly dont know what to think at this very moment. Vladimir Strife needs to be stopped and it seems KingBear is the one man that can do the job.

Ray: Yeah I might have to agree on that and I'll have to add that KingBear may be like a fine wine, getting better with age. However, he may also be like milk, spoiling with age.

Vlad coughs lightly and looks up at KB before stepping in quickly and thrusting his arm up, throwing a hard fist into the jaw of his mentor. KB stumbles back into the cage and rubs at his jaw lightly, looking at Vlad in shock, no man has been able to rattle his cage this easily before. Knowing Vlad was on a different level from every man he's ever fought before, KingBear decides to not take it easy on him at all, it's life or death in this cage. And only one of the men has a chance at death tonight but both have a chance at life, and it seems it's up to KB's strength of mind to not die. Big Sexy lurches in and quickly wraps his hands around the throat of Vlad and lifts him up, Vlad coughs lightly and grips at the arms of the Bearman trying to not let himself get choked out so easily. KB growls at Vlad and begins to charge towards the opposite side of the cage when Vlad, out of desperation, kicks the Grizzly in the groin.

JP: Oh that's not nice, that's just not nice. Who does that? I mean... I know Vlad is a bastard but I thought he had a code of some sorts...

Ray: He doesnt have any code, he'll do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. I mean, you'd think that rape would tell you that..

KB groans and tosses Vlad across the ring before dropping to one knee, gripping at his family jewels. Vlad scurries up to his feet after sliding across the ring, not wasting any time, and he charges in at the big man, stepping up on one knee before bringing his other knee into the cheek of Big Sexy. The Bambi Killer grins as he spins on his heel to watch KB topple over like a downed tree before charging in and jumping into the air, bringing his elbow down onto the sternum of the big man with an elbow drop. KB coughs and rolls over to his stomach, trying to protect himself from further onslaught as Vlad laughs in the middle of the ring. He pushes himself to his feet and looks down at KingBear grinning lightly before busting out in laughter again. "THIS IS WHAT YOU EXPECT TO TAKE ME DOWN?! THIS WASHED UP OLD MAN?! I BROUGHT HIM TO THE GROUND IN A MATTER OF A FEW MOVES!!!!"

JP: Get up KB! Cmon, you've got this, Vlad is your student!

Ray: Y'know, Vlad is right... Big Sexy is Big Oldie now...

JP: He's not much older than you Ray! Heck he's about the same age!

Ray: LIES!!!

“Yes…” Vlad quickly spins around at the response from a man he had thought was already ready to go down for the count. “I am the man that is going to take you down, no matter whether I win tonight or not… I’m gonna take you down.” With that Vlad lunges in and sends a boot to the head of his larger opponent, popping him up and sending him rolling away with a groan. Vlad grins as he looks around the crowd, taunting them and his mentor. He only spins around when he hears a wad of spit leave the mouth of his opponent. As he looks down at the man with the spit just below his face, he realizes it’s not just spit but blood as well. KingBear grins as he looks up at Vlad before standing up slowly, once again towering over the much smaller man. Vlad quickly throws a punch, aimed for the jaw of his opponent, but KB shoves his hands forward and leans away from the punch, forcing Vlad to miss completely.

JP: The big man still has it! You see that Ray?!

Ray: Psh, he’s got nothing on my Vladdy Pooh.

The Monarch Grizzly lets out a roar before charging in at Vlad, ducking his shoulder and easily lifting Vlad off of the mat before charging him into the cage wall. The Hardcore King lets out a groan and KingBear steps away slowly, watching the man he once called friend writhe on the mat in pain. KingBear laughs lightly under his breath before helping Vlad up and whipping him to the other side of the cage. As Vlad gets there he stops himself but slams his hands into the side of the cage making it seem like he hit before stumbling backwards towards KingBear. The Bearman steps up cockily getting ready for a chokeslam, he reaches out and grips around the throat of the Bambi Killer before placing his hand on his back and preparing to lift. But as he tenses up his muscles to perform the lift for the chokeslam, KingBear receives and elbow for his efforts, directly to the side of his head. Vlad follows this up with a quick DDT before rolling away from KingBear and popping to his feet. He glances up at the weapons at the top of the structure and thinks to himself, literally placing his hand on his chin and giving it a light scratch. Just as he reaches for one of the larger weapons, he ends up flat on his back from a leg sweep at the hands of Big Sexy himself.

JP: This is fantastic! It’s amazing! It’s AWESOME!

Ray: And I thought I was the gay one… Using a word like fantastic… HA!

TBC

[Vladimir Strife]

The EVPW Co-Owners quickly scramble on the mat, working to be the first back to their feet in order to take the advantage. The two reach their vertical stances simultaneously, both glaring at the other. The Romanian Scourge grows weary of the standoff, darting in and cocking his fist back with every intent of flattening the Coven leader. KingBear launches forward with a swing of his mighty bicep in protest, aiming to clear the King's body from the neck up and causing Vladimir to quickly abandon his plans and duck down beneath the massive clothesline. He pops up behind his adversary, twisting his arm overhead and barring his forearm on the underside of the Gentle Giant's chin. Before he can drop him into the signature SinnerPlex, an elbow connects with his left temple like a battering ram and sends him stumbling toward the cage while shaking the proverbial cobwebs from his brain.

Ray: What the hell!? Nobody is actually hitting anything, somebody hit a move already!
JP: Well, both of these men know each other in and out, Ray. The problem is that they each know the others tricks and styles, so they know what they have to do to stop them. You have to remember that hurting your opponent is only half of the battle, the other half is trying to keep yourself from getting too hurt yourself!

As the Undefeated Behemoth turns back around to face the Fuzzy Warrior, he finds him barreling in on him quickly. Strife runs to meet him, but quickly drops to the mat with a baseball slide, slipping between the passing tree trunk like legs of the giant. He shoots back up to his feet, turning to find KingBear holding onto the cage wall, having barely prevented himself from plowing into the white steel. Always quick to take an opening, the Czar of Scars rushes him, leaping into the air and planting himself on Papa Bear's back like a backpack. He locks his ankles together on KingBear's stomach and wraps an arm around his right bicep, bringing the other around his neck and latching onto his own forearm. With the sleeperhold locked in, KingBear stumbles back, trying to maintain his balance with over 250 lbs added onto his upper half. The Imperial champion squeezes harder, trying to choke out the man he'd called a mentor, the eerie thought ringing through KingBear's skull that he might not stop the choke if he passes out.

JP: A sleeperhold! Vlad might just have him if he can crank this one up hard enough..
Ray: BULLSHIT! I'm asking for my fucking money back if this ends with a sleeperhold!!
JP: Ray... you didn't pay to be here... you're staff, we don't pay for our seats..
Ray: .....I'm going to kill Jake..

Inside the cage, Vladimir is twisting at the neck of his opponent now, trying to 'persuade' him to go to sleep. The legend tries to fight off the blur in his vision, his mind racing to find an escape from the submission. His body begins to numb, the bloodflow to his brain cut off by the forearm of his Romanian student. Despite his every fiber screaming at him to fight it off, the hold grows tighter with every breath that escapes him, Strife working like a boa constrictor in the moment and squeezing every ounce of life he can from the former Titan. The crowd is screaming in support of the California native, but their cheers wane with every moment that passes with KingBear still trapped in the Hardcore King's clutches. As his body begins to go numb, the Furry Fighter can no longer hold his own weight up and a single leg bends against his will, the ring rumbling like thunder as he drops to a single knee. The fans drop to a hush now, their hero unable to escape the age-old submission hold, his arms and head hanging down. His every appearance, save a single foot planted on the mat, seems that of a sleeping man. Internally the famed powerhouse struggles to surmount an offense against building weariness and impending unconsciousness.

JP: I think it might be over.... Holy shit, I actually think Vladimir has KingBear done in..
Ray: You know, for the first time in my career... I'm actually not happy about that.. I know I've always been the frontrunner of Vlad's fans, but I REALLY don't want to see him do what he's said he's going to do.. I just can't imagine a world, let lone an EVPW, without KingBear..

Opening his eyes to look around where he is, KingBear gazes at the paint-coated Asylum Cage and tries to fight off his opponent. His fight is weak though, Vladimir ignoring it with the knowledge that it'll only work to subdue the giant faster. Peering out among his worried fans, the fading co-owner spots his wife standing in front of her seat, her cheeks glistening from tears shed in worry and fear. In the moment, a rush of power takes over the BearMan and he presses off of the mat, slapping the sole of his other boot firmly to the canvas and a roar of applause filling the air as he rises back up to his full height. Strife presses harder, KingBear feeling as though his entire neck is being crushed but not caring in the moment. He sprints toward the cage, spinning once he has closed the distance and slamming his back toward the barbaric Asylum Cage. Vladimir Strife is sandwiched between 379 lbs of warrior and the most unforgiving structure in the wrestling world and crushed. The cage shows it's first true sign of being effected, bowing out nearly a foot from the 650+ lbs of human that hits it like a car wreck. The structure fights back though, straightening itself as the men crumble to the mat.

JP: OH MY GOD!! KingBear just threw himself at the cage and damn near flattened the GodKing against it!!
Ray: Ooooooh.. that can't feel good..

Vladimir lay on his stomach now, clawing at the canvas and coughing violently as his lungs try to refill themselves with precious oxygen. Beneath his shirt, a pattern of diamonds begins to welt up in a rich red hue. He punches the mat, rage brewing for his agony and the loss of his hold which very well could have spelled the end of the contest. KingBear sprawls across the mat, staring through the gaps in the cage at his precious Julie and letting a light smile entertain his features for the moment.

[KingBear]

Julie sees this smile and returns one of her own, smiling broad and happy, knowing her husband isnt out just yet, but just as soon as her face goes happy, it quickly drops down to a sadness and a fear. The Big Man reacts and rolls over onto his back to see Vlad flying through the air with a splash, Bearman quickly rolls away from the intended splash and jets to his feet. Not entirely surprised by the evasion, Vlad catches himself on the ground only to push back up to a vertical basis. KB and Vlad begin to circle the ring, having yet another standoff in the middle of this match. Big Sexy tries to think up a plan but his planning is cut short when the Undefeated Bohemoth charges in quickly, lashing out at his former mentor, a shoulder tackle being attempted. The Monarch Grizzly takes the hit and wraps an arm around the head of Vlad and grabs his tights before falling back with the impact, driving the man he called friend into the mat with a DDT.

JP: Would you look at that?! KB Just used Vlad’s own move against him!

Ray: Well all I can say is… WOOHOO! I’m so torn right now though!

With a groan, the Godking rolls off of his now enemy in a heap of confusion and pain. As this is happening, Big Sexy blinks lightly and looks up, past the cage, past the arena roof and into the sky he cant see. His mind asks for answers and before he can get them an elbow lands on his chest knocking the wind out of him. On his way back into his own sight, he catches glimpse of a trashcan hanging from the top of the cage, another elbow slammed into his chest. The Big Man coughs and rolls away from his friend who was dropping cheap elbows into his sternum while the two lay on the mat. Vladimir Strife plants his gloved hands on the mat and pushes up, shaking his head lightly to clear a few of the loose cogs. Papa Bear is the first to his feet, quickly looking up at the garbage can before jumping up from a standstill and grabbing the handle of the can, jarring it loose from it’s hook. The can drops and the lid falls off, rolling around on the mat before coming to a stop at the body of The Hardcore Legend.

JP: I havent seen a showdown this legendary since…. Well, I don’t know if I have seen a showdown this legendary. Vladimir Strife vs KingBear, the Unstoppable Force vs the Immovable object.

Ray: This seems like a David and Goliath Battle but who is David in this fight, the man the size of Goliath or the man with an ego and a winning streak bigger than Goliath?

JP: Wow Ray, that was kinda insightful…

Ray: Wait… Did I just say something? I thought I was checking my nails…

The Coven classic stumbles over the trashcan and ends up on his back before scrambling to the very trashcan that just tripped him up and leaping to his feet with the weapon in hand. He glares over his shoulder at his former stablemate holding the lid of the trashcan in hand and slowly standing up. KingBear doesn’t hesitate in his assault, quickly spinning around and bringing the can down hard, Vlad rolls and drops to his back bringing the lid of the can up as a shield. Metal smashes into metal and the crowd goes crazy at the sound and sight. Vlad quickly rolls away from the slower man and pops to a knee only to bring the lid up above his head to stop another smash from the can. Metal on metal rings out into the arena again and KingBear sends a boot flying into the stomach of Vladimir Strife who rolls with the hit and jumps to his feet. The lid in hand, Vlad spins and attempts to send the edge of it into the ribs of the big man but KingBear quickly sidesteps and brings the trashcan into the path of the lid. The can and lid both bend and buckle with the impact, neither man suffering little from the vibrations sent through the metal.

JP: Wow, what a fight! Who is going to get the first major hit in without having it countered?!

Ray: I think KingBear will… But Vlad will recover quickly and return the favor.

JP: A little bold are we? Trying to call the match…

Vlad quickly drops the buckled makeshift shield to the mat and kicks it away before charging in at KingBear who has also dropped his weapon. However, KingBear sidesteps and places a hand on the back of his enraged opponent, sending him slamming headfirst into the side of the cage. The Asylum rattles and the inmates are rabid, Vlad stumbles back into the clutches of the Bearman who quickly lifts him up by his throat and drops him onto the canvas with a major chokeslam. The Monarch Grizzly drops to a knee and looks out into the crowd, seeing his wife jumping for joy at his triumph. Yet again though, her cheering is cut short with a look of terror as Vlad moves over and jumps into the air, dropkicking the back of the Bigman and face planting him before kneeling down and bringing him to a wobbly standing position. Vlad shoots his arms out to the side before running back to the opposite side of the cage and charging in at KingBear. He leaps into the air and rotates his body slightly before slamming into KingBear with a Son of a Bitch Legdrop. KingBear’s hands shoot to his mouth and he falls back onto the canvas, Vlad landing on top of him only to roll off and fall to his stomach.

JP looks at Ray in disbelief as Ray files his nails with a grin on his face.

Ray: Told ya so…

JP: Shut the hell up Ray!

The two men slowly roll away from each other, exhaustion already planted on their faces from the sheer torment of this structure alone. As well as the constant countering and blocking and reversing of moves taking place. Vlad begins to laugh as he stumbles up to his feet, his laughing getting louder as he walks over to KingBear, he then pauses, his laughter stopping and he looks up at the cage. Spotting a weapon just above KingBear who is now up to a knee, Vlad runs at the big man and jumps up, planting a boot onto his shoulder before pushing off and grabbing a bundle of light tubes. One hand quickly latches onto the cage roof and his feet plant on the side of the cage as Vlad grabs the light tubes and lifts them off of their hook before dropping to his feet, landing on KingBear and planting his face into the mat. Vlad grins as he walks the light tubes over to a corner of the ring, pulling a couple out before using the string that binds them together to tie them up in the corner, about head height for the big man.

JP: I don’t like the way this looks Ray… Oh this is going to be painful…

Ray: AND BLOODY! Oh god!

JP: Don’t look Ray, I don’t need you getting sick…

Vlad grins as he walks over to KingBear, pausing a moment to make sure there are more light tubes, Vlad grins again after spotting another bundle or two. He walks over to his former mentor and smashes one of the tubes over the back of his head without hesitation. Big Sexy covers his face in pain as Vlad grabs at his shirt and uses the shards from one of the tubes to cut it open in the back. He then slams the other tube onto the back of the big man, moments later, white dust covers the back of the big man as red blood droplets begin to form. Vlad drops the last two pieces onto his former mentors back before slamming his boot down on his back twice, grinding in the rest of the glass and the metal parts. Vlad laughs maniacally as he leans down and brings the Fuzzy Gladiator up to his feet, still stunned by the light tubes and stomps, KingBear is helpless. Vlad grabs onto his forearm and takes a few steps back before using all of his strength to whip his former Titan Counterpart across the ring, headfirst into the light tubes. The cage rings out and white dust goes everywhere as KingBear’s head and neck jerk back from the impact before he topples to his back like a tree being felled.

JP and Ray are both speachless at the sight.

TBC

[Vladimir Strife]

The pain kicks in for KingBear and he comes alive from the slumber, his fingers fervently working at the slivers of mercury coated glass that have been embedded into his flesh. As he does, the GodKing seems to be taking some time for relaxation, producing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He flips the box open and pulls a single cigarette from it, placing the stick between his lips. With a flick of the lighter's wheel, a flame shoots from the top, the Czar of Scars using it to light up. Digging through his other pocket, he brandishes another favorite vice in the form of a metal flask. Twisting the lid about, Vladimir unscrews it and allows the cap to drop to the canvas. He takes a whiff of the Jack Daniel's contained within before tilting it back and taking a mouthful of the alcohol. Strife chucks the canister at his opponent, dousing him in whiskey and sending him bustling as it seeps into his wounds. Igniting his lighter against, the
Undefeated Behemoth spews the liquid out in a spray. The fire catches across it, a fireball forming and blasting toward the Fuzzy Warrior. The flames whimsically lick at the beads of sweat on his back, sending him crashing back down and kicking the mat in a fit of agony.

JP: HOLY SHIT! Vlad just spit out a fireball at KingBear!!
Ray: Noooo, don't kill my big sexy!

With KingBear writhing on the canvas, Vladimir approaches slowly, taking another long drag from his cancer stick. Blowing the smoke back into the air, Strife slips his fingers into the follicles of his mentor's hair and pulls him up from the mat. His head leaned back, the massive monarch of grizzlies can only stare at his tormentor with a starry gaze. The GodKing whispers to him, uttering a lyric he'd heard with a smirk.

"If I took this cigarette and put it out on you... would you love me?"

As he speaks the words, the Tyrant or Torment tests his question; taking his cigarette and bringing it to KingBear's forehead, pressing the cherry of it into his tender flesh. To beloved owner screams out in his agony, the Impaler twisting the butt now and grinding the embers in. Releasing his catch, he turns his attention to the weapons strewn from the Asylum ceiling as his nemesis clutches at his scalp.

Ray: OHMAHGAWD! Vlad just outted that cigarette on ole Papa Bear's face!
JP: Somebody needs to out you..
Ray: .....You're an ass.

KingBear is pressing his way back up to his feet as the Imperial champion reaches high above his head. Tepes wraps his finger tightly around the aluminum handle and jerks the bat loose, unaware of his rising enemy with his fingers laced into the cage. Holding the barbed wire baseball bat in front of him, the Czar of Scars takes a moment to admire it, a sick grin on his face. Behind him, his opponent turns around, the flat of his boot creaking the ring slightly beneath his mass and alerting Vladimir. The Solid Core Savior turns, swinging for the proverbial fences and landing a blow across the ribcage of Big Sexy. The Coven Classic grimaces, his face twisted and his arm trying to cover the impact and thoughtlessly holding the bat in place as he does. Upon opening his eyes, he shakes his head at the former student and refuses to move his arm and relent the weapon. Instead, he grabs onto a handful of the vicious wire and rips it out of Vlad's grasp to the shock of the Romanian Scourge.

KingBear peels the barbed wire off now with no concern for it's effect on his hand and fingers, the thin metal spikes stabbing into his flesh and drawing fresh blood. Stripping it bare, he looks up to his opponent with the weapon in hand.

"Now this.... is more like it!"

The Fuzzy Fighter lashes out scoring a crack of the bat across the shoulder blade of Vladimir as he tries to get out of the way. Nursing the shot and heading toward the corner, the Hardcore King wants nothing to do with the aluminum bat. With another heft, the Grizzly Monarch plants a second hit along the lumbar of his would-be murderer. Strife drops to his knees, face resting against the cage in an awful twinge as he uses an arm to cover his lower back. Under his shirt, the flesh darkens, bruising immediately from the slug. Winding up for a final homerun, KingBear targets the head and quickly lashes out with all of his strength. The Undefeated Behemoth slouches and falls to the wayside, his timing perfect as the swing whizzes past his ear and catches against the steel diamonds.

Ray: WHAT THE FUCK!? KingBear totally just tried to kill him!!!
JP: He might not have another choice, Ray! Besides, a blast like that would have fractured Vlad's skull, but it wouldn't have full on killed him... I think..

Moving in slowly, the bout seems decidedly KingBear's as he raises his baseball bat and peers down vengefully at the man who'd attempted to kill him on several occasions now. A steel toed boot shoots up between his opened legs, driven into his groin and doubling him over, leaving the giant covering his crotch as he abandons the bat and it drops down to the canvas between them. The Romanian Scourge wastes no time, scrambling to his feet and charging his larger adversary, leaping forward and throwing his full weight at him. In a quick change of pace, the powerhouse wraps his massive limbs about the oncoming Strife and latches his fingers together. He shakes Vladimir around, his hands finding their way to the base of his spine and setting into place as he squeezes him tightly, compressing his abdomen and sending him into a panic.

JP: THE KING BEAR HUG!!!
Ray: This is by far the most painful, dangerous submission lock in the entirety of Ole Papa Bear's arsenal! And Vlad isn't exactly fresh anymore at this point in the match! How shocking would it be to see KingBear not only beat the King, but to make him tap out!?!
JP: But that's the point, Ray... Usually, on a normal basis, Vladimir doesn't have these kinds of odds, this tough of an opponent, to fight... We're here at Ragnarok and as we've already witnessed tonight, literally ANYTHING can (and seems to) happen!

Now pressing with everything he's got, KingBear holds on tightly, knowing the stress and pain on his student's lower back already would be at a level most men would tap out at. With the sturdy shot from the aluminum bat having taken it's toll, the Hardcore King sees his vision grow blurry. Gritting his teeth and pulling at his hair, Vladimir struggles against the ever-growing desire and calls from his sore and broken body to surrender the contest and end his suffering. Deep inside his gut, however, hatred begins to well back up, memories resurfacing inside his mind. A voice falls faintly upon the Titan's ears, words never spoken and coming to him in the voice of a woman he doesn't realize still exists.

"Avenge me, Vladimir... Kill him... Kill them all... You said you love me... PROVE IT! KILL THAT BASTARD!!!"

Tears slipping from his eyelids, the King's eyes fixate upon nothing, images running through his brain as his schizophrenia begins to take control. Dropping an arm over the top of KingBear's, Vladimir slips his hand into his pocket. Upon removing it, he has picked up the infamous potato peeler he used on Nicholas Carson in the ladder match. Malice in his eyes and a twisted rage burning in his heart, the legendary madman brings the utensil over his head and prepares to strike.

(TBCB KingBear)

[KingBear]

A sharp movement downwards and Vlad brings the potato peeler into the forehead of KingBear as quickly as he can. Blood instantly begins to leak from the wound and KingBear’s arms go weak and he loses his hold, dropping to a knee. Vlad hits the ground on his feet before falling to his back, the peeler no longer in his hands, he growls and rolls to his stomach before forcing himself to his feet. The eyes of the sadistic madman quickly turn over the canvas before he spots the potato peeler laying near his former stablemate who is now gripping at his head. Vlad quickly runs over to Big Sexy and charges into him, knocking him to his back before grabbing the potato peeler and straddling his old friend. His eyes are bright with anger and sadness as he brings the potato peeler up and jabs it down into the head of his friend again. KingBear lets out a howl of agony as Vlad twists the peeler around in the wound, moving skin and digging into his skull. Out of desperation, KingBear throws the hardest hit he can right into the jaw of Vlad who tumbles off and away from the big man.

JP: WHAT THE FUCK?! I cant believe Vlad just did that. But thank GOD KingBear has a massive paw that could knock out a Lion.

Ray: Wow, I cant believe this… I think… I’m gonna be sick again…

KingBear rolls to his stomach, holding the wound before turning his head and looking to see Julie trying to jump over the barricade and Brett Steel holding her back. Her eyes are filled with watery fear as she looks on at her husband, not knowing how much longer he can handle this brutality. The Monarch Grizzly knows in his head that this match needs to end soon or his life will end along with it. Out for blood and vengeance, Vlad is quick to recover, his jaw aching from the hit, he quickly scrambles over to KingBear, driving a knee into his head before stopping. KingBear’s head jerks back and he rolls to his back and slowly tries to roll away from Vlad but the Romanian Scourge doesn’t give up his attack that easily, grabbing KingBear by the shoulder and rolling him back to face him. A fist finds it’s way into the face of KingBear not once, not twice but three times, blood spurts from the nose of the big man and Vlad grins. The sight of blood sets this madman free from his own mind and anything holding him back as he grins and rolls KingBear to his stomach before straddling him and grabbing the hair at the back of his head.

JP: What is Vlad doing? This is plain sick, I cant believe what I’m seeing Ray.

Ray: I thought Vlad was crazy before but now… Wow, Vlad his really lost it… AND IT’S TOTALLY SEXY! If he werent driving Big Sexy’s head into the mat like that….

Vlad laughs maniacally as he slams KingBear head into the canvas and begins dragging it back and forth, staining the canvas in blood red. A sick thought then enters his mind and he jumps up, still holding onto KingBears head before dragging his face across the canvas in a semi circle, the blood leaving a trail of where KingBear has been. Vlad then pulls KingBear to his knees and drives and elbow into the face of his already dazed mentor, causing more blood to run out of his nose and open wound. Following up the elbow, Vlad lunges across the ring, holding onto KingBear before planting his face into the mat above the semi-circle. He grins to himself before picking KingBear up again and dragging him perpendicular to that spot before planting him into the mat again. Vlad cant help but burst out in insanse laughter as he hoists KingBear up and whips him across the ring into the side of the asylum. Big Sexy’s head slams into the cage and he flops onto his back as Vlad moves around the ring admiring his masterpiece. “I CALL THIS HAPPY INMATE! By Vladimir Strife.”

JP: What the hell, oh my god, I cant believe it… Did he just do what I think he did?!

Ray: I think he did Jimmy… And that’s not right…

JP: You’re telling me… KingBear has family in the audience and people rooting for him and Vlad does this… He’s spitting in everyone’s face.

The camera pans back over the cage and the audience at home as well as the fans in the arena finally realize what was happening. Vlad had painted a smiley face in the canvas with KingBear’s blood. The booing commences when the fans see the ‘artwork’ not liking the way it was created in the least. Vlad growls at the sounds of the boos when his ‘masterpiece’ is revealed and he moves quickly over to KingBear. “This is your fault! Your blood wasn’t good enough to make them happy, so I think I need to spill a little more!” He grabs a lock of his mentors hair and drags him up to his feet before throwing a hard fist into the jaw of the big man. The Bearman stumbles before falling back against the cage, Vlad grins as he walks over and grabs the potato peeler before moving back to his mentor. “YOU WANT ART?! How’s this for art?!” Vlad quickly plants KingBears open hand against the cage before bringing the potato peeler up above his head and driving it down into the hand of his old friend at an angle, locking his hand against the cage. Blood begins to run down the white walls of the cage and Vlad turns his gaze towards the roof of the hellacious structure. He spots a trashcan hanging from the roof and jumps up, clinging onto it with dear life before the can tumbles to the mat, spilling over revealing a plethora of weapons.

JP: This isnt right… Ray I hope you werent watching what Vlad just did, I know how easily you get sick to your stomach… Ray?

Ray vomits

Vlad shakes off the impact from the sudden fall and scurries over to the fallen trashcan, searching through it for a specific item. After a few seconds he finds the item and his arm shoots out of the pile holding a screw driver, a sick grin painted on his face. “I will make the new cross for you people… This one will not be Jesus Christ crucified but KingBear crucified!” He laughs maniacally before moving over to his old friend and grabbing his free hand, moving it up against the cage. “When I do this, your beloved KingBear will be defenseless against anything I do to him, and you people wont be able to stop me.” Vlad reaches the screw driver high above his head before bringing it down quickly towards the hand of KingBear, but just as he gets close enough to jab it in, KingBear tears his hand away, forcing Vlad to drive the screw driver into an empty spot on the cage. Vlad’s eyes shoot up quickly and KingBear backhands him with a force, sending him tumbling on the canvas, with his few moments of freedom, Papa Bear reaches over to the potato peeler and grits his teeth before ripping it out of his hand. A howl lets from his lips and KingBear drops to a knee, the potato peeler falling from his paw as he grips at the bloody mess he once called a hand.

JP: I don’t know how he’s still doing it. KingBear should be passed out by now. A wound in his forehead and a hole in his hand and blood everywhere. This guy really is badass. Or what the kids like to call a BAMF.

Ray: A BAMF? You seriously just used that term? I’m so proud of you JP! *goes back to vomiting*

Vlad, not one to stay down long, scrambles to his feet and charges in at KingBear, carelessly stomping his feet the entire way. The Grizzly King hears the stomps and quickly spins around, whipping his hand in the direction of Vlad, sending blood flying into his eyes. Vlad trips up from the sudden blindness and falls to his belly as KingBear forces himself to a standing position, blood dripping down his fingers and onto the canvas, he looks over his shoulder at his wife and lets a slight smile before leaning down and picking Vlad up by his head. Vlad swings wildly but misses and KingBear drives a european uppercut into his jaw, dazing him before bending him over and forcing his head between his legs. KB looks up at the crowd as he sets Vlad up for the Jack Knife powerbomb, he then leans down and grabs Vlad by his midsection before hoisting him up and flipping him in the air, landing Vlads legs on his shoulders. The Bearman grips tightly to Vlads pants and lifts him above his head, but as he’s about to finish the move, Vlad grabs KingBears damaged paw and drives his thumb into the wound. KingBear lets out a howl of agony before dropping Vlad onto his back and stumbling back, holding his hand in pain.

JP:This just isnt right… KingBear now has more than one weakness. The prospects are looking dim for Papa Bear..

Ray: JP, you’re evolving! I cant believe it…

JP: Shut up Ray, you’re a pain in my ass sometimes… Oh god… No you arent… SHIT! Let me take my foot out of my mouth and put the shovel down for a moment.

TBCB Vlad

[Vladimir Strife]

With Vladimir down from the powerbomb, KingBear turns his focus toward the wound in his hand. The referee gets into position, starting the count with a call of "ONE!" with the crowd now standing to see the first count of the night. At a call of "TWO!" the Romanian Scourge is still laying motionless on the canvas, the Grizzly Monarch turning his eyes from him to his palm and back. With a "THREE!", the Undefeated Behemoth begins to stir, ending the fall anticlimactically with a groan and a turn onto his front side. The audience take their seats once more, KingBear moving in toward his enemy to meet him as he rises back up. Wrapping his massive paw around the Impaler's wrist, the furry warrior spins him around in a semicircle, but Strife deflects the Irish whip, swinging an arm around KB's head and grabbing onto the back of his neck. Throwing his weight back, the King raises his boots into the gut of his mentor and uses his leverage to flip the colossus head over heels. The giant slams back first against the ungiving steel, his weight dropping him after the blast and the co-owner crashing shoulders and neck first against the ivory mat.

JP: HOLY SHIT! Monkey flip into the cage!! Vlad just slung KingBear clear into the side of the Asylum!!
Ray: I'd easily argue that as the best counter to an Irish whip I've ever seen! And that's just how damn skilled the King is! Such an innovative and sexy and powerful and intelligent and sexy and quick-witted and sexy man!
JP: You just called him sexy like... 3 times..
Ray: Yeah, you can never hear the truth too many times.

As the referee checks on KingBear, a chant arises from the fired up audience, shouts of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" bellowing throughout the arena. In the back, the worried roster watches on anxiously as the referee's count reaches 2. Another digit higher and Vladimir Strife is back onto his feet, leaning against the white steel and keenly eyeing his fallen friend. The official blurts out a "Four!" before the big man swings an arm across his chest and signals to the world that he's still in the contest. He rolls over onto his front, working his way back towards his feet as the King shakes his head and begins to come his way. With a quick snap of his leg, the Undefeated Behemoth clashes his steel toed boot with the side of his victim's skull and drops him flat once more.

The Czar of Scars continues the attack, slipping his fingers through the follicles on KB's scalp and begins to tow him back to a vertical standing. Looking up towards a power drill dangling from above in the corner, Vladimir doesn't see the shot coming as the knuckles of the mighty paw collide with the sensitive underbelly of his pelvis. The hit instantly turns the tables of the contest, the Romanian Scourge releasing KingBear and dropping to his knees in a dramatic fashion. The fans cheer on the usually frowned upon tactic and enjoy a light laugh at the dirty move.

Ray: HEY! CHEAP SHOT! WHAT THE HELL!?
JP: Well, it IS legal, Ray.
Ray: It may be legal in certain matches, but it's still cheap! I thought KingBear was supposed to be a model of honor and justice and all of that crap!
JP: Well, you can't exactly worry about doing the right thing when somebody is out to KILL you! I don't think there's really anything KingBear can do in this match that someone can honestly hold against him. When it's your life on the line, there's no limits, simply put.

Both men are cautiously and steadily climbing back to their feet, the scale seeming balanced again as they do. The men stand up consecutively, the Impaler having less than a second's advantage in timing. As they do, however, the positioning gives him an even better standing, the man who brought him into the industry facing away now and holding onto the Asylum cage. Behind the legendary Goliath, his proverbial David has his fist cocked back, poised and waiting to strike with the most devastating punch in the business. KingBear turns to face him and Strife unloads, firing away with the Lights Out. He lands a sharp hit across the bone white cage as the Furry Fighter ducks the blow and evades another trip to 'la-la land'. The King holds onto his swollen and tender knuckles in pain and shouts a few obscenities before his overbearing opponent places one hand on his shoulder and tucks the other under his armpit, grabbing onto Vlad before twisting on his heels and launching him through the air. The body of the Imperial Champion careens into the canvas shoulder first and sends him rolling into the ungiving cage wall.

JP: OH MY GOD! What a display of strength! KingBear just literally chucked Vladimir across the ring!
Ray: He's such a meanie!! Stop it! Don't applaud that bully!
JP: Wait, what? KB's a bully!? He's fighting Vlad, for fuck's sake! I've never met anybody in my entire LIFE who was a bigger bully than Vladimir Strife!! Adolf Hitler was less of a bully than Vlad is!
Ray: JP... That's historically, politically AND morally offensive..
JP: All I'm saying is that I've seen what this man does to people and I've seen many men left feeling like they would have rather died. I would, personally, rather be hit by a car than I would to step into that ring in a match with Vlad!

The Hardcore King begins to grab at the cage, using it for leverage as he starts to make his way to his feet once more, doing his best to ignore the toll this match has taken on his body. Across the ring, KingBear watches on silently, no signs of a next movement or attack in his body language as his opponent slowly stands back up, his weight propped against the glossy white structure. The Undefeated Behemoth turns around just in time to see a blur of the 379 lb man barreling down on him. Hopeless to stop him, the GodKing is caught and crushed between the oncoming super heavyweight and the thick steel cage wall, KB slamming into his chest shoulder first. The no-longer-gentle giant falls onto his bottom as he bounces back from the blast, the Titan of Terror crumbling down into a heap before him. The fans start to cheer for their favorite again, but no fall starts as the downed Strife continues to stir and swear.

JP: JESUS! Vladimir just got flattened against the cage by the almost 400 lbs KingBear!! He should be a pancake!!
Ray: Nobody is going to keep my baby down though! He's not called the King for nothing!
JP: Well, we've got the Hardcore King and the KingBear, both are known as royalty, Ray!

Back to his feet without a second thought, Big Sexy reaches for his baseball bat, picking it up and looking it over while his opponent tries to muster the strength to get back up. When he finally makes it, the Romanian Scourge wobbles about on his feet, his world still shaking from the blast by KingBear. A crack rings out as the aluminum bat connects with the ribs of the GodKing, 2 of his ribs breaking from the massive blow. Writhing in agony, Vladimir crawls slowly toward the side of the cage, his face grimaced and twisted. Inching closer and closer to the demonic structure's wall, the champion let out a cough; a small spout of crimson dumping over his bottom lip and down the front of his chin. Seeing the sign of internal bleeding, KingBear tosses the bat aside and lurches over, grabbing at his former friend.

Hearing a sudden click, KingBear looks toward the pressure around his wrist. A glint of light hits his eyes from the silver surface of the handcuff, confusion coming into his brain. Before he can react, another click rings out as Vladimir slips the other cuff through a link in the cage, it coming back through another and latching. The fuzzy fighter pulls on the cuff, finding himself locked to the white wall and struggling to free himself. While he does, the Imperial champion digs through his pocket and produces another set of handcuffs. He slaps one end of them onto the free wrist of his opponent, fighting to draw the newly cuffed arm to the side and close enough that he can latch him to the cage.

JP: What the?! Where the hell did those handcuffs come from!?!
Ray: You know my Vladdy! He's always got a trick or two up his sleeve!

With KingBear trapped on the wall, the Romanian Scourge stares into his eyes, muttering words too soft for the front row to hear. The big man continues to struggle as Vladimir makes his way toward the corner. After taking a short breather, the King jumps up and grabs onto an old favorite of his: an electric drill. Shaking the power tool back and forth to taunt his adversary, the Undefeated Behemoth makes a discovery in the form of a rattling from within the handle. His eyes wander across it, finally spotting the split in the plastic from the storage compartment. Popping it open, the GodKing's eyes grow wide in surprise at what's waiting inside for him. The Impaler turns it over, dumping the 4 small screws into the palm of his hand, his gaze shooting back and forth from them to the opponent before him.

JP: Please tell me I didn't just see that...
Ray: See what? Vladimir pulling some screws out of that power drill? No, you totally didn't see that, Jimmy.
JP: Oh, shut up! Somebody has to sto-stop this! Get that away from this maniac!!
Ray: Oh, come on! I personally don't think anyone can blame Vlad for wanting to screw KingBear!

Jimmy shows his ire for the cheesy joke with a slap across the back of Ray White's head, while the Czar of Scars places one of the screws onto the end of the magnetic head. A wicked smile on his face, the Bad Lad Vlad looks over KingBear, slowly moving the drill about his body. He sets the screw against the Bearman's legendary soft spot, his kneecap, and whispers faintly to him.

"...Eenie."

As the legend squirms, the sadistic Strife moves the drill higher, pointing it's tip toward the most sensitive part of the man's anatomy.

"...Meenie."

With a sudden jerk of the tool, he presses it to the side of his rival's temple, staring deeply into his eyes with a burning hatred suspended between them.

"...Miney."

The sharp point is towed across the cheek of Big Sexy, lightly scratching at it before coming to rest at the corner of his mouth.

"...MOE!"

With the final call of the phrase, Strife grabs onto KB's upper lip and pulls it higher. He sets the powerdrill into place and squeezes down the trigger, sending the screw spiraling into the sensitive gums of the mighty grizzly. A squeal of pain rings out over the labored whirring as the intrusion is twisted further up into the palette of KingBear. Once the screw is halfway in, Vladimir relents on it and goes to work with the next one, working it into the opposite side of his mentor's mouth. Finishing this one, he leaves KB unable to pull his top lip down over his teeth, blood running down his face and chin. The Impaler pulls away at the Bear's lower lip now, unfinished with the deadly weapon. He sets another screw and goes to work, drilling down just below the teeth of the superheavyweight, this time further in toward the center. The overwhelming and excruciating treatement has left a glossy finish to the cheeks of the big man, coated in tears from the unsurmountable anguish. Strife works away again, drilling the fourth screw in just an inch over from his last one. Backing away from his newest creation, he lets out a small chuckle at it's mild resemblance to a smile.

At ringside, Jimmy and Ray have taken to their assigned buckets, each having brought a container for the vomiting they knew the match would induce. Meanwhile, the Romanian Scourge taunts his larger enemy with ridicule.

"Not so fucking tough now, are you!? ARE YOU!? I don't want to just kill you, KingBear, I want to hear you say the words first... I want to hear you say that you quit and admit that you're not good enough to beat me. I want the last words you ever utter to be immortalized as you declaring to the world that you can't beat me!! I want you to say it! SAY IT, DAMNIT!! Tell them all that you've let them down, Nathan! Tell your precious fans you can't do it; tell your roster that you're no better than they are; let your wife and son know that daddy isn't man enough!!"

The final comment sets off the 379 lb Californian and he begins to pull tighter against his confines. The chain links between the cuffs stress, but refuse to snap. His muscles bulge as he strains further, the metal bracelets forced upon him beginning to dig into his flesh and ripping skin. KingBear ignores the pain, fighting through it as the blood begins to coat the handcuffs and drip down onto the white canvas. His arms shake violently as he does so, his beautiful wife watching from the front row with a shocked terror in his face at the pain and blood loss he's self-inflicting. A snap comes out loudly as a chain finally fails on the cuffs, the massive paws of the Concord native being freed. He swings hard and bats a closed fist against the jaw of his tormentor, the powerdrill falling and sliding to the side as the Bad Lad drops down to a single knee and clutches the side of his face.

He looks up with double vision kicking in momentarily to see the infuriated face of KingBear, both of his arms cocked back to the right hand side. Shooting forward with them, Big Sexy drives his fists into the cheekbone of Vladimir with the effect of a sledgehammer. The bone creaks and cracks under the pressure, leveling the Tyrannical Titan as the stunned audience screams a collective call of "GOOD-NIGHT SUSIE!!" and begin to cheer and scream. Looking down at the unconscious Vlad, KingBear reaches into his mouth and takes hold of a screw, twisting it free with his eyes clenched tightly shut.

JP: Words... cannot describe what all just happened...
Ray: What, did KingBear win!? Is he dancing?
JP: No... he just split his own wrists open getting free from the cuffs and hit the GoodNight Susie! He may have won, we don't know, but he's certainly not going to be dancing anytime soon! At current, he's pulling a screw from his mouth..
As Ray vomits again, the referee gets into place to begin his count.

TBCB KingBear