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Post by Jake Diamond on Jul 6, 2009 20:07:47 GMT -4
As the ring area is cleared of blood and weapons, the audience, roaring in excitement from the events so far that Ragnarok has brought them, look out patiently waiting to see what the next match will be. The beautiful Lizzie Morna climbs up the ring steps and into the ring between the top and middle ropes with a mic in hand. She stands in the middle of the ring and, before she can say anything, the lights gently fade out while the Butchertron sparks to life. The lights come back on to the packed arena, now hyped as can be for the following match. The ring is now cleared of all weapons and whatever remains from the last match, leaving the ring empty and alone for the next contest. Lizzie Morna, ring announcer for the majority of the matches before, raises the mic up to her lips and proudly and almost terrifyingly declares the next match. Lizzie Morna: “Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is the Midnight Massacre Match! It falls under death match rules and falls count anywhere! The only way to win the match is by striking blood from your opponent and then pinning them afterwards. Introducing first...” “Diamond’s are forever...
They won’t leave in the night,
Have no fear that they might,
Desert me...” [/b][/i] The arena lights quickly flash in corresponding technique as the trumpets of the song before flashing randomly and rapidly around the Butchertron as ”Diamond’s from Sierra Leone” by Kanye West begins to play. The audience jump to their feet as, emerging from the entrance tunnel, Jake Diamond comes out wearing short black and white wrestling trunks with his black vest with numerous yellow insignias sewn all over it. He wears his normal black and yellow boots and kneepads and tape up his wrists wearing nothing out of the ordinary. However, the stone look of discontent and, possibly, fear on his face seems quite uncharacteristic. He brushes back his spiky dirty blonde hair as he stands right outside of the tunnel looking out at his cheering fans, knowing was he’s prepared to do for their entertainment tonight. For a surprise, Jake’s hands are bare with nothing whatsoever in them; merely a man going into battle. Jimmy Pate: “And so it’s come to this ladies and gentlemen. For months Dominik Santiago has been making Jake’s life hell, even going so far as to injure him. This match has been so long in the making that I doubt either one will be able to stand after what they put each other through.” Ray White: “Why did Jakey Pooh even accept this?! He’s got nothing to prove and his little frame doesn’t need any more scars!” JP: “That’s right, let’s not forget that Dominik issued this challenge. He demanded that Jake accept his challenge and I believe he may have bitten off a little more than he could chew.” RW: “I don’t know. Dominik is more evil and crazy then Jake, remember he’s a psychopath! Jake Diamond has gone soft lately and I prefer them nice and hard...” Jake Diamond, as distant as ever, avoids his normal routine of running across the entrance stage, pumping up the audience, and, instead, merely begins to make his way down at a gingerly pace. Going through his mind, passing in front of his very eyes, is all the chaos and trauma he’s induced to every opponent before him in this match. The very division in his mind that separates the twisted and sadistic Jake Diamond of old apart from the thoughtful and newly enlightened Jake Diamond begins to crumble and the dark version of himself slowly takes over. With every thought of punishment he’s received, of every undeserved and unprovoked attack, of every bit of mental anguish that he had suffered Jake Diamond is preparing to unleash it on the Hardcore Assassin. The thoughts and self inflicted torture continues to pass through his mind as he comes up to the middle of the entrance ramp where he, merely instinctively, lowers his upper torso for a brief second before arching back and shooting his arms past his sides in a crucifix pose. Signalling it with the taunt, a loud and single pyro explodes from the Butchertron in a furry of smoke. LM: “... Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty two pounds and hailing from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois; He is the innovator and undefeated in the Midnight Massacre Match; He is known around the world as ‘The Savior’ and ‘Future of Professional Wrestling’; Ladies and gentlemen... JAKE! DIAMOND!” Jake drops his arms and looks out at his fans. A sudden feeling of dizziness and vertigo sweeps the Second City Savior and he viciously shakes it away. He looks out again and rubs the bridge of his nose, contemplating in his mind if their entertainment is worth all of this heartache. Ignoring his own thoughts, Jake continues down the entrance ramp and to the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, let me warn you all in advance that this match is hardly for the faint of heart. If you have a medical condition or any other life threatening diseases then, well, I guess you should of ordered this pay-per-view.” “I’m scared Jimmy. What if Jake gets hurt again and is injured for a long time? He has been known for injuries lately.” “Name one time someone walked out of this match. Jake Diamond is going to be injured no matter what, as is Dominik, it just depends on who injures the other more. I think a fatality will only be the end all of this feud.” “Oh... I can’t even watch then! Blood and sexiness flying all over?! Normally throw some sweat and whips and there and I like it but not like this!” Jake Diamond comes up to the base of the ring and looks up at his little playground. With all of his special objects laying underneath the ring itself and everything else spread across the arena, Jake knows he’s also going to have to do a bit of walking in this match. He lets out a depressed sigh, almost dreading that it had to come to this, but jumps up on the ring apron just as emphatically. Continuing the momentum, Jake Diamond leaps and springboards over the top rope and spins himself to the center of the ring, in a very Shawn Michaels like fashion and pauses for a moment. Lowering himself basically down to the mat, Jake quickly says a silent prayer to himself before raising his hands quickly up in the shape of a diamond before crashing it back down, igniting a single simultaneous pyro shot from each turnbuckle. Jake backs away to his corner and stares out at the tunnel while his music dies down, this time his expression has changed from a lost look to the focused and vindictive glare of hatred he’s known for. All signs of the man he was entering into the match are gone now; all that remains is the heartless machine that is Jake Diamond. His game plan, definitely different than what he’s renown for, goes over in his mind with every variation when, it dawns on him, that this match requires no strategy. A smile stretches across his face as his new game plan, a series of violent and sadistic assaults, crosses his mind while he waits for his Ragnarok opponent, Dominik Santiago. TBCB: Dominik OOC: Good luck buddy. It’s been tonnes of hype leading up to this; now let’s give everyone a match that they’ve all been looking for. |
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Jul 7, 2009 1:22:04 GMT -4
Jake Diamond paces back and fourth around the ring, obviously quite anxious to get the much anticipated Deathmatch underway. As his gait brings him back to the midst of the ring, the lights in the arena suddenly begin to dim until the building is draped in pitch black darkness leaving the fans swallowed in both fear and anticipation. The fans are suddenly caught off gaurd by the grim, eering tone of voice of the "Hardcore Assassin", as Dominik voice bursts onto the speaker.
"Jakey, your resume is impressive to say the least, I'll give you that much. But for some reason you compare me to your past triumphs. The words "Hardcore Assassin" this nickname is no misnomer. I don't give a fuck about Ice Cream, terseness, stupidity and I'm not a fucking cunt.
Diamond, your confidence and naive comparrisons will be your downfall. For I have crucified a man, and ended the career of another, and those men, I didn't hate as much as I despise of you.
There is no fleeing Diamond, let the blood rain down and cover our wretched bodies. This match, your match, you may stand now undefeated, but after this night of Ragnarok, you will have drowned in my abhorrence, and have been swallowed in despair. This is your match Jake, but your are the PUPIL and I am the INSTRUCTOR, and this is one class, you will not graduate from!
CLASS...IS...IN...SESSION"
The thunderous sound of a book slamming shut, sends a sickening chill down the spines of the spectators and simultaneously startles them, causing them to drop their concessions in hopes of preparing themselves for what should be a most gruesome bout. Red lighs suddenly begin to flicker around the arena while a large spotlight advances up the ramp, coming to a halt with its climb at the stage. From this point, there is no turning back as "Scarstruck" by Slayer rumbles onto the P.A. system, and quickly begins blaring loudly throughout the spectrum.
"Come step inside my hate you know there's nothing to it
Step inside my pain you'll never make it through it
Once you're sucked into my sado-paradise
Lose your mind inside the pleasure lies within your pain"
The burgundy curtains are split, being thrown aside into different directions, and emeging is none other than the self proclaimed "Lord of the Flies". All hateful eyes stare down at the former Television Champion, who marches into the light, illuminating almost as he hoists a razor chair into the air, eliciting boos from the audience and suddenly causing a fireworks to commence from a top the entrance platform. When the brief display of pyrotechnic explosions cease, the "Hardcore Assassin" slams the diabolical weapon hard onto floor, the two steel objects impacting greatly, and bringing fourth a "CRACK" like sound that echoes throughout the arena.
After his gesture, the sinister Santiago snaps his head back, causing his braided hair to fly from his face revealing a psychotic grin to the fans. The focus eyes of Santiago lock on Jake Diamond who stands leaning on the ropes, submerged in the darkness of the arena but glowing with a sense of self-gratification. The razor chair is slowly hoisted level to the Californian's head, and is pointed straight at the ring, where the "Savior" resides, the man both the Hollywood native and the steel weapon hope to get acquainted with.
//:[Lizzie Morna]://
"Introducing the opponent, he weighed in tonight at 227 pounds, and stands at 6 foot 2 inches. Hailing from Hollywood California, he is the former and longest reigning Television Champion in Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling History, and a former Heavyweight Champion. Making his way to the ring he is the self proclaimed "Lord of the Flies"...the "Hardcore Assassin"...DOMINIK SANTIAGO!"
Drown in my hate you know, you know
Brutality's the way of this world
Branded and scarred defy, defy
A comatose and blind existence
Hatred holocaust you see in me
Its more than just a way of life
I've re-invented the way
I relate to this complacent world
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"And here he comes, one of the sickest minds in wrestling today. Jake Diamond will have his work cut out for him, and vice versa. This is sure to be a bloody classic, emphasis on the word, BLOODY!"
//:[Ray White]://
"I'm not sqeamish, but this is one fight I can go without watching. Neither superstar will be the same, mentally and physically and after everything that has transpired between these two over on SNK this month, it is all sure to boil over!"
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"This is one way to settle a difference, end a rivalry and the fans and I wouldn't have it any other way. "
//:[Ray White]://
"Because your all sick, twisted, beer drinking, pot smoking rednecks with no compassion and lacking common decency!"
All of life decays
Rapes my eyes
Screams never silence the pain
Death is like an old friend
I can't wait to watch you die
The "Hardcore Assassin" marches down the ramp and before suddenly sprinting toward the ring as he reaches the end. He dives under the bottom rope, sliding into the squared hell whilst causing the arean lighting to return to their normal fixture. Santiago slides his chair toward the nearest corner, and while he lies prone on the canvas, he tilts his head in an askew, and glowers at the Motor City Titan out of the corner of his eyes. The satanic like Assassin suddenly springs to his feet, violently shaking his head from side to side, causing his hair to fall behind his head, once again allowing the crowd and his opponent to gaze at his smug, sinister smirk that is etched across his scarred face.
Slayer's single comes to an abrupt end, leaving both competitors resting in the corner across from one another, fiercely glaring at each other and soaking in the tense atmosphere. The referee steps into the center of the ring, his head once rotating over to the side where the apathetic sadist resides, draped in his deranged, unhuman sense of arrogance and confidence. The official's head then turns to Jake Diamond, who vengeful eyes remain locked on his adversary, this moment, a vision that played itself time and time again in the mind of the "Future" and finally begin to manifest. With the vehement cries for bloodshed quite audible, the referee has no choice but to start the bout, as he hoists his arm into the air before cutting it through the air, his hand the knife slicing the proverbial tension.
The bell sounds loudly three times, bringing fourth Diamond and Dominik from their corners. The ego's quickly collide, as Dominik and Diamond lock up in the traditional collar and elbow tie, quite opposite, contrary to the type of bout they find themselves in. Nonetheless, "The Future" and the "Hardcore Assassin" embark on their epic struggle for power, both men hoping to take the initiative and neither man attempting to beat at his opponent's mercy.
TBC by Jake Diamond.
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Post by Jake Diamond on Jul 10, 2009 17:58:15 GMT -4
The battle, on paper, was evenly matched. Dominik Santiago, however, despite merely being a few pounds heavier and slightly taller, still had a definitive strength advantage over Jake Diamond. Dominik inches his arms and shoulders up, utilizing his advantage, and pushes against Jake’s stocky frame, slowly pushing the Arrogant American closer down to the mat in the collar and elbow tie-up. Every inch that Dominik pushes Jake back though, the smile begins to stretch on The Future’s face, slowly allowing his calculating strategy to unfold. Suddenly, Jake rotates his hands around and wraps them around Dominik’s biceps before allowing himself to fall backward to the mat, in turn stretching his feet out around Dominik’s. Rotating on the fall, Jake violently torques his body to his side as he hits the mat, quickly bringing down the Hardcore Assassin with a simple but effective drop toehold, face planting him on the mat. Continuing with the follow through, Jake quickly scrambles around to Santiago’s feet and wraps his hands around the ankle and grapevines his legs around the Lord of the Flies’ legs. With the ankle lock, more strategically than anything, applied tightly, Jake puts all of his force onto the joint, well aware of how easily his opponent can get out of such a move. As heavily hyped as it should be, no matter the strength any opponent posses, Jake Diamond’s ability to ruthlessly target a body part to the point of removal is unmatchable. Dominik Santiago, quite the technical marvel himself, understands Jake Diamond’s mind and tries to boot him off his leg like attempting to kick off a horny animal. Landing two solid shots to the face of The Future only causes the grip to tighten sending a sensation of pain from his left ankle shoot up to his mind like a freight train. Now desperate to lose the sharp feeling, Dominik lands a few more boots to the face of Jake Diamond with his free foot, finally getting the self proclaimed Savior to get off. Jake Diamond rolls backs and, holding his face from the kicks, smiles, understanding entirely that he just initiated a brutal handicap to begin the match.
It takes both men maybe a second but they push themselves up to their feet, both with very different bodily expressions. Jake Diamond, standing with his guard down and a smirk spread across his face; the pose of a cocky and sadistic jester and Dominik, standing with his hands held in a battle position and a disgruntled glare; the stance of a heartless warrior. Jake, ever so foolishly, motions with both hands to his evil counterpart to come on, to bring the fight. Dominik Santiago, never one to agree, responds accordingly with a charge. Jake charges right back and the two stars collide in the middle of the ring with a solid right hook to each other’s face. Neither falters even slightly from their opponents shot and it isn’t a trade of punches or taking shot for shot, it’s an all out slobber knocker. The punches don’t even slow down, they don’t lessen in strength; the closed fists merely crack into their opponent’s face with accurate and precise precision. The audience cheers as each shot lands into the wrestler’s faces, the cheers and chants growing as neither man even grows tired from the malicious assault to each other. The fans are only mildly split; the majority of the audience chanting “Fuck ‘em up Jake, fuck ‘em up!” and not even a quarter responding with “Fuck ‘em up Dom, fuck ‘em up!”. Although, if it’s any consolation to either side of the audience, both sides get their way as Dominik violently rakes Jake’s eyes at an open break in the punches. In retaliation, Jake Diamond blindly spits and hits Dominik Santiago in the face just as the Hardcore Assassin connects with a cheap throat thrust. Jake, now choking and having troubles breathing, quickly spikes up his left foot, landing with an odd accuracy directly between Dominik’s legs. Jake coils back from the throat thrust back up against the ropes as Dominik, now down to one knee from the ball breaking shot, quickly musters up enough strength and sprawls forward to his opponent. Both men reacting from the collision horribly, botch the intended spear and, instead, crash into each other and fall out of the ring through the top and middle ropes.
Jimmy Pate: “I must admit, this match did start off close to how I expected but Jake Diamond pulling out an ankle lock was more of a surprise.”
Ray White: “Why wouldn’t he just hang on? I would love have his nice and firm legs wrapped around my body. Did they really have to unload on each other’s pretty faces too?”
JP: “Because Ray, you can’t win this match by submission. It would be pointless for him to hang on other than inflicting more punishment but it looks like Dominik Santiago didn’t even get too affected by it.”
RW: “Looks like they’re back up too! Boy can these nice, strapping young men really give it hard to each other... Oh no! Look at their pretty faces! Jakey, no!”
Just as both men struggle up to their feet, almost in a simultaneous reaction, the camera pans around really showing the damage those punches to the face caused. On Dominik’s face on the left side, the cheek and the eye are puffy and beginning to swell while the nose looks slightly crooked and majorly bruised. Alas, as Ray White’s scream of terror implied, Jake Diamond looks like he’s gotten the worse of it. With a severely blackened eye, puffy and yellowy looking cheek and a ridiculously swollen lip, Jake Diamond looks like he’s gotten into a fight with a one armed, right handed boxer. Bruised and swollen faces or not, it doesn’t stop either man, not in the slightest. As soon as their eyes lock, they charge again but this time Jake gets a slight momentum shift. Dominik looks prepared to throw another punch but Jake dropping low and driving his shoulder into the Lord of the Flies’ left shin causes him to flip over and roll into the security barrier. The Future of Professional Wrestling scrambles up to his feet and, after looking to his left at the ring and to his right at the announcer’s table, shrugs before charging straight ahead at the Hollywood Hot Shot. Regrettably, Jake fails to consider the fact that constant charging only works for rhinoceros’ as he runs straight at a ready Hardcore Assassin. Just as Jake come within inches of him, Dominik ducks down and grabs Jake’s leg as it comes within reach before lifting him and flapjacking him face first onto the security barrier. As his jaw crashes down onto the barrier, Jake feels his swollen lip burst and a sea of blood flow into his mouth. Well aware of the own rules of his match, panic strikes Jake Diamond like a tonne of bricks. The absent sound of the ring bell brings Jake Diamond back down, now understanding that no one knows of his circumstances.
Unfortunately, as Jake stands leaned up against the security barrier contemplating what, exactly, he’s going to do the mask the sight of his slightest bit of blood, Dominik Santiago utilizes the few moments he has to recover. Dominik looks over his shoulder and looks at Jake arched over the security barrier and the smile, the knowing that the match is in his favor now sweeps his face. He turns around quickly clutches Jake from behind with a waistlock. Understanding he either needs to block it and show the blood or take it, Jake lets the circumstances unfold and spits out a mouthful of blood to the floor, out of the eyes of Dominik and the referee, before being brought back and driven onto the top of his head with an unbelievable German suplex. Jake’s body falls into the move, his ribs coming up to his chest, his knees coming up to his ribs, his entire body folding into itself. In Jake’s mind he feels nothing but numb and a loud buzzing sound goes off in his mind like a school bell. Dominik rolls over and gets up to his feet and looks down at the inwardly crushed Diamond and decides to get the match really going by walking over to the ring apron and crawling himself under, looking for any deadly weapon he can find.
“Jesus Christ, that German Suplex absolutely took Jake Diamond for a trip. I mean he does have a history of damage to the head and out to the ring mats? I don’t know how long he’ll be able to hold together now.”
“Don’t you dare call my Jakey a duct tape champion! He just had a slip up is all... Watch him kick up to his feet right... now. No. Right... now?”
“I don’t see that happening. Jake’s caught in his own little world and... Oh God. Dominik Santiago has a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire! Jake Diamond’s first blood is on the way!”
“No! Not the face! Please don’t hit his face, it’s already battered and torn, Dominik have some mercy!”
Mercy is certainly one emotion that Dominik Santiago lacks. Gripping the Louis Ville slugger tightly in both hands, principally brand new minus the barbed wire stapled all over it, the Hardcore Assassin looks down at his prey that still seems lifeless after that vicious suplex. Not patient enough to wait for him to get up, Dominik swings the bat down directed at Jake’s ribcage but stops right before connecting. Dominik raises a finger and waves it in the air and lowers the bat before pointing down at Jake, then at the nearby set of ring steps with the bat. Leaving the bat to stay there, Dominik drops it and grabs Jake by both hands and drags the deadweight over to the steps. He backs up the steps and pulls Jake Diamond up to a seated position against them, letting go of the hands and watches as they drop lifelessly into the man’s lap. With a laugh and a smirk, Dominik jumps down and struts over to where he left the barbed wired bat to lie and picks it up. Looking over at the Hardcore Hero like a once noble animal now being put down, Dominik cocks the bat back and aims at the head of his target, prepared to end it with one swift motion. Without wasting any more time, he rushes forward and swings violently at the head of his adversary but, unfortunately, Jake is a better possum than a wrestler. Ducking the strike and rolling forward, the bat nearly connects to the skull but just narrowly avoids contact and comes crashing against the ring steps. Dominik Santiago, confused, turns but his reaction is too slow as the bottoms of Jake’s boots come up and knocking him flat against the chin.
“He is such a little weasel! God damn it Jake Diamond! I hated him for this since he debuted in wrestling and I’ll hate him forever for it! Nothing irritates me more than delaying the action intentionally...”
“But he’s a tactical wrestler and by pretending he’s out he takes his opponent by surprise and-“
“No! This company stands for professional athletes, the last thing we need is more actors in this business! Well, it sure did help him... Maybe if he used his ability he’d be ahead naturally...”
“Jake doesn’t wrestle like that. He’s filthy and dirty. My goodness, the things I’d do to a man like him... If he gave me five minutes I could show him how to be really dirty!”
TBC
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Jul 12, 2009 22:15:19 GMT -4
Jake Diamond gazes sullenly at his opponent, his forehead wrinkling, his teeth gritting, intimating his disgust as blood trickles from his busted lip. The glare is washed away from the face of the Motor City native, by the back of the Savior's hand which swiftly passes over his mouth, simultaneously removing the wad of blood plastered on his mouth. Diamond slowly leans over, taking his fingers and tightly gripping the braided hair of the "Hardcore Assassin" before forcefully jerking him to his feet, dragging him toward the steel stairs before cocking Santiago's head back, only to suddenly snap it forward, planting the forehead of Dominink into the steel mesh of the stairs, sending a ringing throughout his head. As Santiago collapses across the stairs, the egotistical Jake Diamond slowly takes a step back, cocking his fist with his eyes fiercely locked on his opposition. Diamond steps forward, swinging his fist downward through the crisp atmosphere and burying it into the already battered face of the "Lord of the Flies", the emphatic punch knocking Santiago to the concrete and leaving the Future of Professional Wrestling chuckling as he tentatively stands triumphant.
With the Dominik wrenching in agonizing pain, Jake Diamond turns his attention to the barbed wire bat, picking it up by the wodden end and brandishing it in the air, peering at it with a deep fascination, one which brings a sickening smirk across the bloodied mouth of the "Savior." The eyes of Diamond slowly begin to squint, his prehension of the weapon, his grip on the savage object becoming tighter as his focus remains on his opponent who slowly climbs to his feet. Settling himself in the batter's box, Jake cocks the weapon back, waiting for the proverbial pitch which at this moment is the bruised face of the "Hardcore Assassin." The oblivious Santiago spins around, and as Jake swings the bat the former Television Champion clenches his eyes, raising his hands to his face, flinching, attempting to prepare himself for Jake's onslaught. The cunning Jake Diamond stops his attack mid-stride, only to to take the bat by both ends and ram it forward, driving the barbed wire into Santiago's vulnerable, unprotected torso, eliciting a moan from the "Lord of the Flies" while he simultaneously winces in agony. The vicious attack, renders Santiago doubling over, allowing Jake Diamond to raise the weapon over his head before swinging it downward, cutting it through the air only for the barbed wire to crash across Dominik's upper back, the coil ripping through his skin, digging deep and attempting to draw blood.
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Brutal shots with that Barbed Wire Bat from Jake Diamond. Those swings resembled a Major Leauger's!"
//:[Ray White]://
"If one things for certain, it's that Dominik Santiago can take pain in large amounts. I've seen him do life threatening stunts just to ensure victory."
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Yeah but a bat is bat, and when it's draped in barbed wire it only becomes that much more destructive! And I don't care if your goverment mule or a Mount Olympus, every shot shatters your world!"
Jake Diamond drops the barbed wire weapon into the center of the aisle, before grabbing Santiago by his hair and lifting him to a vertical base. The arrogant grin of Jake Diamond morphs into a solemn glower, his eyebrows contorting, his hatred for the "Lord of the Flies" becoming that much more apparent as he continues to glare at his weakened rival. Jake Diamond slowly traps the head of the Santiago in his armpit, before commencing to throw Dom's arm over his shoulder. Jake takes his free hand and seizes the nearest leg of the Californian before bending his knees and popping his hips. The "Hardcore Assassin" slowly ascends into the air, Jake Diamond hoisting him up and holding him in his suspended position for a considerable amount of time, coercing the blood to rush to Santiago's brain before slowly falling backward, slamming Dominik spine first across the barbed wire wrapped around the wooden baseball bat, both leaving the crowd gasping and Dominik Santiago writhing in pain as he rolls onto the concrete.
"The Savior" slowly rises to his feet, following the brutal Fisherman Suplex, continuing to initiate his gameplan as he lifts Santiago off his feet, gritting his teeth as he tosses him under the bottom rope and back into the squared hell. While Dominik lies motionless on the canvas, Jake Diamond licks his lips, tasting the blood that continus to pour out of the gash on his bottom lip. The blood only seems to enlighten the "Future", a sinister smirk cracking across his face as he nods his head in approval. Diamond stoops down to one knee, and lifts up the ring cover before digging under the ring, grabbing onto an object before slowly retracting his body, withdrawing a ladder as he slides the 12 foot weapon across the concrete. After pulling the ring cover back down, Diamond lifts the ladder up, and slides it across the middle rope, before propping himself onto the apron. Santiago quickly begins to stir, and notices Jake gaining his balance. He stares at the end of the ladder which is sitting across the 2nd rope, pointing at the ceiling lights. The crafty Californian quickly springs off the canvas before grabbing onto the nearest rung, swinging the ladder downward as he falls back to the canvas, causing the other end to shoot up. The see-saw motion ends with Jake Diamond's busted mouth coming into contact with the steel ladder, dazing "The Future". Santiago pulls the ladder into the ring, before sliding his head in between the ropes and grabbing Jake's arm, reeling him toward himself before locking the skull of the groggy Michigan resident in his armpit. Santiago underhooks Diamond's arms, and slowly drags him into the ring so that his feet are anchored across the ropes. Santiago quickly grins a psychotic smile, before falling backward, coercing the tumescent head and damaged mouth of Jake Diamond into the mat with a thud.
//:[Ray White]://
"Jeepers, Jimmy, my hubby Jake Diamond was just driven into the mat with a vengeance. Talk about a face lift!"
//:[Jimmy Pate:]
"A Double Arm DDT, gives Santiago the advantage and further diminishes the looks and mouth of Jake Diamond. Talk about losing your luster!"
//:[Ray White]://
"That sick bastard, man he just wants to hurt my Jakey Wakey and he's out for blood Jimmy, in large amounts!"
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"What a great observtion Mr. White, I mean, it's not like the stipulations state that your opponent must be bleeding in order for you to pin him and win the match!
With Diamond sprawling on the canvas, the former longest reigning T.V. champion rolls into the center of the ring before climbing to his feet. Santiago's heartless eyes lock on his adversary who slithers from his supine position and onto his belly. As Jake violently rotates his head from side to side, attempting to shake the cobwebs whilst rising to his feet, the viper like Californian skulks behind him, crouching over, sizing his rival up. The narsicisstic Dominik lunges at Diamond as "The Savior" contorts his body around, seizing the back and front of Jake's skull. With the move scouted beyond his years, Diamond presses his hands against the back of Dominik before giving him a good shove, forcing the "Hardcore Assassin" off of him and throwing him back into the midst of the squared hell. As Santiago regathers his balance, Jake advances to him and quickly hoist his adversary across his shoulders before marching into the ring. The "Lord of the Flies" sqiurms frantically, desperately attempting to free himself from the clutches of the undefeated innovator of the Midnight Massacre. Santiago's attempts at freedom are negated, as Jake throws his opponent off his shoulders allowing him to plummet through the air before lifting his knee up.
Much to the Savior's dismay, Dominik Santiago also had his own opponent's patent maneuver scouted, wrapping his palms around Damond's leg, caputing the knee as he makes his way down to the canvas. The "Hardcore Assassin" quickly pulls the leg forward, sweeping Jake off his feet and pulling him to the canvas with agression. Dominik slowly grabs the second leg, but as he commences to twist it, Jake Diamond quickly unloads a barrage of fists, unloading his anger, hatred and frustration onto the susceptible nose of Dominik, only to free his feet up and drive them into the sternum of his foe, causing Dominik to stagger and sending Santiago's momenun into the nearby turnbuckle. Jake quickly rolls back and springs to his feet, taking a deep breath as Santiago bursts out of the corner. Jake Diamond quickly ducks his head as Santiago swings his arm, attempting a clothesline with the force that could render the Savior decapitated.
With Santiago unbalanced following his missed attack, Jake quickly cocks his hand back before swinging it forward, viciously driving it into the chest of the "Hardcore Assassin" as he turns around, the air instantly being stripped from his lungs and the eyes of the Californian suddenly clenching. The moans and groans become much more audible as Jake follows up with another vicious chop, and then a third, the flesh wrenching slaps resonating throughout the arena as Dominik Santiago continues to recoil. After a fourth and final, Jake Diamond quickly rotates, swinging his far arm into the air before driving the back of his hand into the temple of the "Lord of the Flies" leaving Santiago gaping and lurching in place. Jake doesn't give Santiago an opportunity to recuperate either, as he suddenly leaves his feet, bringing his leg level to his head before maliciously driving his foot into the temple of the Hollywood sadist, causing Santiago's knees to buckle simultaneous with his teeth gritting fiercely.
Dominik falls down to one knee following the brutal Enzuirgiri and with the former T.V. champion on his last leg, or knee at this point, the opportunistic "Future of Professional Wrestling", staggers into the ropes, bouncing off and using them to pick up more momentum before leaping off the canvas when within range of his antagonist, lifting his leg level to his head before bending it upon impact, brutally burying it into the face of a groggy and helpless "Hardcore Assassin" with a violent force. As Jake Diamond crawls onto his side after a monumental attack sequence, his opponent's head bounces off the canvas, as he remians inert on his spine.
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Talk about lethal, what a combination Ray. They started off countering each other but it ended with Diamond hitting that Busaiku Knee Strike!"
//:[Ray White]://
"And looky here, Santiago's nose is gushing with crimson red. It's flowing from his nostrils and running down like water down the river range. Way to level the playing field Jake White."
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Jake White? What the hell does that mean?"
//:[Ray White]://
"It means that though Diamond will be the father of our adopted children in the FUTURE, he's the winner of my heart in the PRESENT! GO, GO, DADDY!"
/:[Jimmy Pate]://
"You rat bastard!"
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Post by Jake Diamond on Jul 15, 2009 16:32:02 GMT -4
Jake rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, winded and heaving in every ounce of breathe he can take, his chest quickly raising up and down as the oxygen reaches into his system. He lets out a few sharp coughs as the blood that was once dripping from his mouth begins pouring backwards down his throat. A shower and gob of bloodied saliva comes propelling from his mouth and lands just outside of the ring. Wiping his mouth with his right forearm, Jake turns and looks over at Dominik Santiago whose busy cupping his bloodied and possibly broken nose, the crimson liquid unremitting even through the crevices between his fingers, and can’t help but smile. The second blood bag has been cut leaving both men now open to be pinned in the match. Jake, however, was never one to allow a minor puncture to stop him from bursting the proverbial bag open. Sure the minor flow may be suffice to even pick up a marginal victory but the Future is well aware, at this point, it’ll require a pool to end either man in their steps.
Taking in another deep breathe, Jake goes into action and flattens his body before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. He grabs onto the ring skirt and throws it up onto the apron and tucks his head under the ring, frantically searching for some mystical weapon. He instantly pulls his head out and throws down the skirt, confused by his weapon not being there and possibly disoriented on his place by the ringside from the current amount of blood loss. Jake Diamond pushes himself up to his feet and quickly peers into the ring and notices that the Hardcore Assassin is just beginning to recover from that savage knee to his nose. Dizzily, Jake tries to pick up his pace and stumbles around the ring post to the adjacent side of the ring to the left of him before tripping on his own two feet and falling flat on his face. Ironically Jake Diamond seems to be his own downfall currently as the impact of his own face against the insignificant padding of the outside ring mat causes his lip to burst open even more. As the audience, amused by the comical manoeuvre, begins laughing and the blood further flows into Jake’s mouth, The Savior begins to think to himself that he drowned in his own proverbial bucket of fail. However, as luck would have it, Jake turns his head to the ring and can’t help but look under the small opening between the ring skirt and the outside ring mat. A crimson and overly happy smile stretches across the face of Jake Diamond as he catches glimpse of what he’s been looking for all along.
Jimmy Pate: “And people wonder why we don’t put Jake in more hardcore matches, the son of a bitch can’t handle his own level of blood loss! The idiot already fell flat on his face and... It looks like he’s got something.”
Ray White: “Have you ever considered he may have just gotten a little bit tipsy before this match? I mean he has been known to do that. Not only that but... Wait, what do you mean?”
JP: “Well look at the little idiot. He just reached under the ring from his lain position and... Is he laughing to himself? Well whatever the hell he thinks is so damn funny had better come out; Dominik is up and does not look amused one bit.”
RW: “Jakey Pooh! This is not the time to be playing in the glory hole! Hurry up, Dominik is coming and he’s all pissy! And – JIMMY! HERE IT IS!”
“I SEE IT RAY! THAT SON OF A BITCH! DOMINIK WATCH OUT!”
Dominik Santiago has made it up to his feet by this point, initially confused by the absence of the presence of his opponent, and blows the profuse amount of blood from his nose into his hands before snapping his wrists down and splattering the mat with the putrid fluid. He looks around the ring with the expression of vehemence plastered on his face but soon notices the hunched over Jake Diamond on all fours outside of the ring. Either not thinking or not considering that the vindictive Diamond has something planned The Lord of Flies stumbles over the ladder on his way to The Savior but reaches the outskirts of the ring nonetheless. Reaching out through the top and middle ropes, Dominik grabs out at Jake’s back to try and bring him back into the ring but the spring loaded Jake-In-The-Box strikes like a viper waiting in the grass. Springing himself up from his kneeled situation with a violent torsion, The Hardcore Hero swings his signature steel chair, a solid shade of black and wrapped in barbed wire, directly into the cranium of his adversary. Instantly the barbed wire digs and seeps into the very top of Dominik’s skull piercing through the pile of hair and flesh and causing heavy lesions to open up. The impact and pure blunt force the chair was driven into Santiago’s head even further impacts the barbed wire but, the process, causes a heavy dent into the seat of the chair. Recoiling from the shot, The Lord of the Flies takes numerous steps back, trying to hold himself up, but stumbles back on the ladder and trips falling hard on his anus to a seated position.
With a proud smile spread across his face, like an expectant father seeing the birth of his child, Jake lowers the steel chair to his left hand and gently taps his temple with his right hand, implying how ingenious he is. Now with his own arrogance taking him over, our tragic Savior pumps his right hand up and down in the air, pumping up the already raucous fans, prepared to turn the ringside area into more of a riot zone. The bloodthirsty audience roars and begins to cheer loudly once again with “Fuck ‘em up Jake, fuck ‘em up!” further stroking the ego of Jake Diamond and adding to his already intense level of confidence. His utter cheerfulness by the fans support slowly makes the man forget about the severe amount of pain he’s in and even the major gash in his lip. The hype, however, has its downfall as the mental alertness of Jake lowers, as does his realization about the amount of time he’s wasting trying to get everyone in the arena to root for him. Possibly because of the new scenario or milking in as much as he can, Jake finally begins to look as though he’s had enough.
Finally, Jake hops up onto the ring apron with the barbed wired steel chair in hand and looks over at the still down Dominik Santiago with a smile over the top rope. Raising the malicious foreign object in the air, Jake signals for another big move on the man known as the Hardcore Assassin. With a single hand, Jake leaps up onto the top rope, slightly unbalanced with the object in hand, but springboards off flawlessly, putting an emphasis to his perfect demeanour. Cocking both of his legs in exposing both knees, Jake brings the chair forward and holds it tight against his knees and closes his eyes, well aware this is going to have an impact on them. Unfortunately for Jake, it’s now Dominik Santiago’s turn to play possum. Laying back flat and rolling out of the way, The Lord of the Flies narrowly avoids the incoming demise to his face and watches with a smirk while the helpless Future comes crashing down hard against his back on the mat, deeming it impossible to recover from such a high risk move. His body lands with a heavy thud causing the chair to release from his grips and, conveniently, land right by Santiago while the rest of his body suffers a severe flailing fit from the high unexpectedness of that obviation. The audience, now amused by the false coming of all of Jake’s botched manoeuvres, begin the always embarrassing “You fucked up!” chants, turning on the fan favourite in an instant.
Dominik Santiago can’t help but smirk as he pushes himself up to his feet and look down at the entirely sprawled out Jake Diamond, twisting and turning, still unsure on how he screwed that up, before picking up the slightly dented barbed wired steel chair that lies beside him. Lacking any fancy backing or any memorable high risk move, Dominik merely cocks the chair back over his head and without a moment’s hesitation brings the steel chair down and collides it against the exposed ribcage of Jake Diamond. He recoils instantly from the shot with a yelp and rolls onto his stomach, instantly grabbing at his now punctured side. Dominik lowers the chair following the shot possibly feeling as though that may be enough to subdue him for now. Even so, after reaching up with his free hand and touching his contorted face, now beginning to just get covered in blood that’s gently seeping down from the top of his head, Dominik decides to himself that may have been the least he could have done. With Jake’s back now boldly exposed to him, The Hardcore Assassin rains down not one, not two, but three uninterrupted shots to the back of The Future with that barbed wire wrapped steel chair. If the minor protrusions on Jake’s ribs were a cause for concern than the now major seeping wounds across his back are calls for an ambulance. The wounds are deep and oozing of the dense red fluid from the back of Jake Diamond, who is now lying motionless, breathing in deeply, having to seemingly have had enough of the assault of his own weapon of mass destruction to him.
“Jesus Christ... Merciless and ruthless. Those are two words that Dominik Santiago more than epitomizes. Sure Jake was looking for something flashy, but that’s violent and works just as well. That’s what that pompous bastard gets for trying to pump up the fans.”
“Jake is a pleaser! That’s just the kind of person he is. He was just trying to get everyone excited for this awfully disgusting match taking place. The only thing I wish is that Jake would come over here and give me a firsthand pleasing...”
“Are you kidding me? That asshole has made a career of insulting the fans, making fun of his opponents, and humiliating us. Do you really expect me to believe he’s a pleaser like you say so?”
“Well... Every time I watch him at home I ALWAYS pleasure myself from the stunts he performs. I mean just imagine that aerobic and flexible body just twisting and turning all over you! Oh. It gets me so excited just thinking about it...”
Following that disturbing revelation that causes both Jimmy Pate and the paying customers of Ragnarok to look at Ray White much like the majority of America looked during the watching Bruno; Dominik Santiago decides to continue his remorseless and tactical destruction of the man known around the world as The Savior. Taking the signature weapon of the demolished Future before him, the barbed wired steel chair, Dominik bends over and roughly grabs the back of Jake’s messy dirty blonde hair and pulls it up and elevates Jake’s head before sliding the chair underneath his face. Sadly enough, the man either chooses or cannot even put up a fight while his face is roughly dropped against the side of the chair. With everything suitably enough in their places, a satisfied Dominik Santiago quickly slides out of the ring and, unlike his nearly comatose counterpart, doesn’t waste a second as he reaches under the ring apron and pulls out your run of the mill steel chair, totally absent of any barbed wire or hardcore substitute.
Utterly ignoring the now booing, anti-Santiago audience, the man in question climbs into the ring as coyly as possible, still the cold, calculating, pain inflicting machine. He walks gingerly up to Jake who still has his face helplessly rested against the barb wired chair and smiles as he grips the steel chair in both hands. His hands tighten against the legs of the chair and he wretches it back over his head but Jake’s seemingly dead left hand stretches out and grabs at the Hardcore Assassin’s boot, in a weak attempt to protest the move. The protest goes unheard as the steel chair violently comes swinging down and crushes Jake’s skull between dual sets of steel, his face bouncing into the barbed wire, and the piercing sound of steel on steel echoes throughout the arena. Confident and pleased, Dominik throws down the chair and bends over and rolls Jake’s deadweight over before dropping his weight on top, hooking the leg. The unfortunate referee officiating the match comes in, seemingly from nowhere, and drops down to the mat before slamming his hand against it. The audience, reluctantly, chants along.
“ONE...”
“TWO...”
“THR-!”
Jake’s arm limply lifts off the mat, possibly the last bit of effort and energy the man is able to muster from such a con-chair-to. Dominik pushes up to his feet as lividly as one man can and pulls the referee up by his collar, going right into the man’s face. The referee tries to explain, but the explanation goes unheeded as an irate Dominik Santiago throws him down with all of his force before crushing his foot brutally into Jake’s helpless face. Too outraged for words, the Hardcore Assassin decides to live up to his moniker and swiftly grabs the basic steel chair and walks over to the nearest set of turnbuckles and places it between the middle and bottom turnbuckles, shoving it precisely in its place. Next, the Choleric Californian grabs Jake Diamond from under his chin and his armpit and drags the practically lifeless weight of the man to the corner, lifting him up and pushing him back against the steel chair, sitting him up against it. Like a mad Frankenstein preparing the scene for his monster, Dominik orders the referee to set the far turnbuckles across and, obeying like German’s to Hitler, the official grabs the ladder and begins to set up just as Dominik grabs the basically useless barbed wire covered steel chair and props it up against Jake’s face in the corner.
The Lord of the Flies stops for a second and looks around, taking in the scene. Behind him seated in the corner between two steel chairs is a nearly unconscious Jake Diamond. Right before him across the ring stands the twelve foot ladder, which he quickly begins advancing on. Ruthlessly pushing the referee out of the way and out of the ring for that matter, Dominik’s lack of hesitation in this proves to be his greatest lead as he climbs quickly up the ladder. At a rate of almost in human speed, Dominik climbs up the rungs, one by one, before reaching the top of the twelve foot ladder. Looking out from atop the world at the thousands of fans in attendance, Dominik Santiago can’t help but break character and genuinely smile, either happy at his success by the amount of boos or at his current success in general, before shaking out of it and turning himself on the top rung to face the downed Jake Diamond. Sitting atop, Dominik breathes in deeply to himself and wipes the blood from his eyes and measures up his target. Up on a twelve foot ladder aiming himself to someone whose twenty feet away deems to be pretty easy math for most but for a professional wrestler it’s simple logic. Standing up, Dominik breathes in again before taking his risk, his leap of faith, and jumps off. The entire crowd inhales and holds it during his entire suspension in the air, watching as he leans back and brings his knees deep into his chest, before a giant and simultaneous rush of excitement from all in attendance breaks the silence as Dom’s legs kick out at the last moment, colliding the chairs together with Jake’s face in between. The entire arena, whether be Jake Diamond or Dominik Santiago fans, jump to their feet and synchronically begin to chant “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
“... Oh... My... God...”
“J-Jimmy. Ja... Jimmy? Wha-what the hell just happened?!”
“Dominik Santiago just committed murder, that’s what fucking happened! My God... A dropkick from the top of that ladder may of just ended Jake Diamond’s life! Any normal man would not be able to be breathing let alone physically fucking functioning!”
“JAKEY GET UP! Jakey it’s just a flesh wound honey, you’ll be fine... Just. Just get up!”
“Are you fucking high?! Dominik hurt himself from that, how the hell do you think Jake is holding up? That was... That was criminal... Jesus let’s see that again on replay. I cannot believe that...”
Meanwhile, as Dominik Santiago’s missile dropkick from twelve feet to Jake’s face is being put on replay, over and over from every angle, the two men in the match appear to be severely damaged. From the impact Dominik instantly grabs and favors his left ankle, even letting out breathes and verbally in pain, holding it close to himself before rolling out of the ring to nurse the injury. Jake is, of course, the worse off. As the barb wired chair falls down from him, Jake Diamond slowly falls down to his side, shaking uncontrollably from the severe damage and impact that had done to his body. His face is now utterly drenched in blood, impossible not to be from all those barbs lacerating every inch that it touched while his back continues to slowly drain out, pooling up in the corner. The ring area looks more like a murder scene rather than a professional wrestling match. The fans closest to ringside can’t help but gag as the putrid scent of blood begins to waft and fill the air even more than it already had been. The sickening stench is an almost appropriate scent for two men whose presence makes each other disgusted. That feeling now not only affects them, but everyone in the arena.
TBCB Dom
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Post by Dominik Santiago on Jul 16, 2009 18:29:44 GMT -4
Dominik collapses from the apron to the floor before lifting up the ring cover, slowly draggin a barbed wire board from under the squared hell. While his bloodied opponent is leaned over on all 4s, Santiago slides the weapon inside the ring before entering himself, rolling under the bottom rope. The former T.V. champion and #1 contender pushes the board into the midst of the squared before plodding and advancing to his foe who is leaning against the rope, finding it extremely difficult to regather himself and fully recuperate due to the fatigue and agony. The "Hardcore Assassin" quickly buries his forearm into the lowerback of his opponent. Santiago feverishly follows up with a second but as he winds up for the third, the battered Savior desperately cuts his elbow backward, driving it into the lacerated face of the Hollywood Native, coercing him into a stumbling, staggering state. Diamond spins off the ropes and simultaneously extends his arm, attempting a clothesline that is adverted by his opponent who ducks his head and slips under the arm before placing his palms under it, whilst siezing Diamond's free arm aswell and clenching his hands together behind Jake's neck, pushing the "Future's" head forward. Santiago wraps his leg around the nearest of his adversary, before falling forward, sweep Diamond's leg and forcing him downward, his face and chest emphatically slamming into the barbed wire board. Immediatedly on impact, the audience gasps in agony, while Diamond rolls onto his back, only after the barbed wire pierces his skin and further rearranges his facial features.
The former longest reigning T.V. champion climbs to his feet before grabbing the board following his impressive Full Nelson Facebuser. The "Hardcore Assassin" peers at his foe who rolls onto his belly, his eyes clenched and his face digging into the canvas, still visibly traumatized by the devastating blow. With his antagonist leveled and writhing in pain, the sinister Californian places the board across his foe's back so that the barbed wire brushes against his skin. Santiago ducks through the middle and top ropes and takes a moment to gather himself and regain his breath, pulling the ropes and crouching while doing so, only to spring up off the apron and launch himself onto the top rope, and then propel himself into the sky. While airborne, Santiago gracefually twists his body, but at the very same time, rotates backward, his gravity defying demonstration of body control amazing the which has grown a deep animosity toward him. Santiago plummets through the air after making his final rotations, his successful flip allowing him to plunge into the bare side of the board, his weight compressing the board into his rival, causing the unbaised barbed wire to once again penetrate Jake Diamond's skin, ripping through it like ease and evoking spine tingling shrills from the arrogant Chicago native. Following his surreal maneuver, a more than confident "Lord of the Flies" forcefully removes the board from his opponent's back, tossing it aside before rolling Diamond over to a supine position, hooking his legs and attempting the pinfall.
//:[Ray White]://
"I'd be lying if I told you that Corkscrew Shooting Star wasn't a thing of beauty. It was Michealangelo like! But I'd be lying also, if I thought Jake Diamond is about to lose."
//:[Jimmy Pate]:
"That's not good, because your a habitual fibber. Ray you tell stories just because you have the ability. You have no intergrity!"
//:[Ray White]://
"The only place where integrity matters is under the sheets, and I'm more than noble there!"
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"As you choke your chicken? Pfft!"
"1!"
"2!"
Jake Diamond contorts his body, twisting it as he gets a shoulder over, leaving Santiago mulling over the situation which has just transpired as he climbs to his knees. The "Savior" slithers on his belly away from Dominik, grabbing the ropes and turning, leaning on them with his upperback while perched down, seating on the canvas, his eyes telling the story of tenacity, refusing to be beaten by his bitter rival while succeeding in angering his foe, the "Hardcore Assassin" in primming up his face into an expression of entire disapprobation. A seething Santiago stands up, glaring at his nemesis, his tempers boiling his teeth gritted, obviously stricken with fermentation. Santiago's frustration gets the best of him though, as he dashes at the rising Jake Diamond and lunges forward, allowing his opponent to capitalize, as "The Future" exploits his foe's aggression, falling backward and tossing him through the ropes. As Santiago gradually lifts himself up to his feet, holding the ropes as he begins to rise on the apron, the Savior springs to his feet, rolling two a vertical base before leaping into the air, bringing his knees inward and throwing them back outward, his soles clashing into the chest of the bruised "Lord of the Flies", sending him soaring off the apron and slamming spine first into the guard rail.
Santiago's body constricts as he convulses in agony, contrary to his opponent, the self proclaimed "Future of Professional Wrestling" who slowly regains a vertical base following his textbook dropkick. Diamond waits for his opponent to climb to hsi feet, before marching into the center of the ring, lifting the barbed wire board up before charging at the ropes, leaping over the top ropes and gliding through the air, falling on top of the head of the oblivious Dominik Santiago. the barbed wire leading hte assualt as two superstars sprawl on the concrete.
The first to stir is Diamond who climbs to his feet, and heavily plods over to the time keeper's table, his gruesome face still covered in a crimson mask as he continues to bleed profusely. Jake shoves the time keeper out of his way, moving the impediment, moving the deterrent before grabbing two steel chairs off the stack. The "Future" marches into the center of the aisle. setting two chair's up a few feet from one another before hoisting the board off the concrete, commencing to place it across the tops of the chairs so that it is supported, sitting up firmly, ready to inflict more damage on the sorry soul that it is acquainted with. Jake grips Santiago by his head before dragging toward the apron, cocking him back before coercing his momentum forward, slamming his scarred face into the apron, the force forcing the "Hardcore Assassin" to flop across it. Jake Diamond meets his foe on the same level, climbing onto the apron and lifting himself up on the ropes. As he reaches for Dom's skull, the "Hardcore Assassin" quickly pelts the Illinois homeboy, planting his fist into Diamond's solar plexus before climbing to his feet, simultaneously with his fist which is cut up and under, climbing through the atmosphere before slamming it Jake's chin, a "CRACK" sound resonating throughout the spectrum following the former T.V. champion's lethal uppercut. With his opponent doubled over, Santiago quickly traps his adversary in between his legs, Diamond's head being concentrated and compacted by DOm's thighs. "The Savior" finds himself enclosed in a waistlock, as Santiago wraps his arms around his foe's waist before clasping his hands together tightly, capturing his nemesis before lifting the battered "Future of Professional Wrestling" into the air, with Jake hoisted onto and straddling Dominik's shoulders.
Almost instantly, Jake Diamond archs his back, reclining and twisting his body toward his invention, using his leg strength to pull his antagonist off the apron, catapulting the "Lord of the Flies" into the air, the Californian left helpless as he crashes unceremoniously into the barbed wire board, his weight causing the object to cave in, breaking in two, pushing the chairs aside as Santiago is buried in the vicious barbed wire and lies motionless on the concrete.
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Astonishing! Jake Diamond counters with a Hurricarana that sends Dominik Santiago into the lethal barbed wire board. Those wires are shredding through his skin as we speak folks!"
//:[Ray White]://
"Santiago is down and Jimmy, I've seen more life out of a down and out's vest! It's been a downward spiral for sometime now and the former, longest reigning Television Champion just hit rock bottom! He's slipped into something more comfortable, a coma!"
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"What are you rambling about you mangy mutt? I'd call you an idiot, but then I'd be insulting all the stupid people!"
//:[Ray White]://
"Say what you will but the fact of that matter remains. Dominik Santiago was just destroyed and the next time we see him, we'll have to pay for admission."
Jake Diamond slithers across the floor before draping his arm over the lifeless body of Dominik Santiago, the ref exiting the ring and dropping to the concrete, beginnig his count.
"1!"
"2!"
Despite his most recent fall, Santiago rolls his shoulder over in defiance, the self proclaimed God of Ultraviolence breaking up the pinfall, almost a split second ahead of the referee's hand reaching the concrete for a third consecutive time. Jake Diamond huffs and puffs, his eyes clenching obviously agitated with himself but morever, sulkily disatisfied, the disgruntled "Future" furious with Santiago for kicking out when he believed his manuever was a sure fire win. Diamond lifts Santiago to his feet before tossing him inside the ring, grabbing a steel chair and sliding it under the bottom rope before climbing onto the apron. A haughty Jake Diamond strolls along the apron, and slowly ascends the top rope, peching himself at the top and staring down at his opponent, Dominik Santiago who slowly rises to his feet. With his back turned to his opposition, Santiago is totally oblivious to his target, completely unaware that the "Savior" is situated at the top turnbuckle, ready to expunge his foe. As the "Lord of the Flies" begins to turn, the bloody Jake Diamond stands all the way up, his arms extending out as far as possible and his head titling in a crucifix. He suddenly dives off the top rope, his body horizontally turned body casting a shadow of the "Hardcore Assassin." The defenseless Santiago can do nothing but embrace his incoming attacker, Jake Diamond landing across Dom's chest as Santiago dives into the air, failing to execute a counterstrike. With the Savior crosssed over him, Jake Diamond hooks Santiago's legs, the pin official, both superstars lying in the middle of the squared following the Crossbody Block.
"1!"
"2!"
Just before the third hand of the zebra clad official reaches the mat for a third consecutive time, the technically compotent "Hardcore Assassin" manages to counter, rolling back while Jake is caputed and held across his chest as he rises to his feet. The "Hardcore Assassin" demonstrates his strength as well, the adrenaline rush of the situation adding to his might as he hoists Diamond onto his shoulder, only to throw him off, allowing him to plummet downward simultaneously with the commencing of his leg, his knee being bent as it is driven into the skull of the "Future of Pro Wrestling". The eletricity is turned off in Jake Diamond's head effortlessly, as easily as flicking a light switch patent theft leaves the Second City Savior inert on the canvas.
//:[Ray White]://
"What the hell? He can't do that. That's the SECOND CITY SLEEP. That theif, he stole my Jakey Pooh's finisher. FUCKING CUNT!"
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Talk about a turnabout and the irony. Jake Diamond about to lose in his own match via his own special! That's grand."
//:[Ray White]://
"Are you always this foolish, or are you putting in a little overtime for you idiocy? I can't decide right now but one things for certain, and that's that Dominik Santiago will not gain the victory tonight. Jake Diamond is destined to stay undefeated in the Midnight Massacre and after his victory, will celebrate will champagne and my modified game of Twister!"
Dominik quickly collapses across the body of his adversary before hooking his legs, the ref theatrically throwing himself to the mat and hoisting his hand into the air before cutting through the atmosphere, beginning his count.
"1!"
"2!"
The Second City Native barely escapes the jaws of defeat this time, as the ropes happen to be within a legs reach, as Jake Diamond staddles his foot across the bottom rope, the ref catching before his final palm slap of the mat, calling a nearfall and throwing up two fingers as an infuriated Santiago rises up, his braided hair jumping from in front of his eyes revealing his scowl. The irate former T.V. champion hastily wraps his hands around Jake's head before lifting him to his feet, turning his back to him before wrapping his arms around his wead, only to charge and leap forward, planting Jake Diamond skull first into the steel chair with a vicious Bulldog. Dominik quickly hooks Jake's leg, attempting another pin which the referee is once again in perfect position for.
"1!"
"2!"
The "Future of Pro Wrestling" convules, twisting his body, throwing his shoulder over, proverbially waving his middle finger at an agitated Dominik Santiago, breaking up the pinfall.
The "Hardcore Assassin" spitters air from his mouth, his anger continuing to build, his temper rising as he finds it ridiculously difficult to put the Savior down. The "Hardcore Assasin" drags Jake to his feet while lifting the steel chair off the mat. He places the chair across Diamond's back and wraps his arm around Jake's legs, grabbing one end of the chair before releasing the other and wrapping his arms around the Savior's shoulders, once again grabbing the other end. Santiago quickly lifts Diamond upside down before slamming him to the canvas impetuosly, his spine landing on the steel chair sending a violent agonizing feeling of pain throughout his spinal region. With his foe motionless, Santiago quickly charges at the ropes, leaping onto the second rope before springing off of it and eloquently flipping backward in mid air, falling downward landing across the torso of Jake Diamond, the Springboard Moonsault leaving the arena in awe and Jake Diamond wincing in agony.
The "Lord of the Flies" places his forearm into the gashes, bloodied face of the Chicago native, whilst pinning his shoulders down with his free arm, another pin in the works as Santiago arrogantly expects victory.
"1!"
"2!"
Jake Diamond once again rolls his shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall much to his opponent's dismay.
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"What's it gonna take for Dominik Santiago to put his rival down tonight. A Bulldog onto the steel chair and even an innovative Body Slam have proven to be useless."
//:[Ray White]://
"The will of my lover is stronger than any deranged psycho's. Diamond just needs to dig deep once again, Dominik has never beat him and he never will!"
With his opponent neutralized, Santiago steps out of the ring before slowly ascending up the turnbuckle. As he nears the summit of the proverbial mountain, the Savior, once writhing in pain, steadily rolls onto his belly, before lifing up to his knees and grabbing the steel chair. As Dominik begins to get his balance, Jake leans up and tosses the chair into the air, the steel weapon clashing against the face of Dominik Santiago and the power behind the heave evoking a "CRACK" sound which sounds throughout the arena. The desperation manuever slows Santiago down, long enough for Jake to attempt to mount a comback, as he climbs the corner himself. Jake Diamond plcaces his foe's head in his armpit before throwing his arm over his shoulder. Sensing his precarious predicament and the state of urgency, Santiago buries his fist into the ribcage of the Savior, loosening up Jake's grip long enough for him to slide his head out and grapple onto his foe's skull, simultaneous with the cocking back of his own head. Santiago violently jerks his skull forward, slamming his forehead into the dome of the Second City native, the collision, the beating of the minds stunning Santiago but causing his adversary to plummet from the top rope and crash back down onto the mat with a thud.
As Santiago begins to shake the cobwebs and rise back to a vertical base, Jake rolls into the center of the ring before gradually rising to one knee. With his opponent seemingly beaten and out on his last leg, Santiago lunges off the top rope, diving through the air with smoothly, to the contrary of his landing however. The Savior suddenly turns to hsi incoming foe, and wraps his arms around the back and front of his opponent's head before falling forward, viciously plunging the swollen head of Dominik Santiago into the canvas with a savage fury fueled impact, the ring shifted following the spectacular counter that leaves Dominik face down on the canvas, and the Savior breathing hard, supine and staring at the ceiling lights.
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"I've got to be dreaming, Jake Diamond didn't just...no he-"
//:[Ray White]://
"Believe it you bastard, he just showed you what he thinks about the "Hardcore Assassin." And eye for an eye, I always say. And to quote the words of an imbecile earlier, talk about turnabout and irony!"
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Oh put a sock in it you homosexual ass clown!"
//:[Ray White]://
"Down be bitter, you can't be bitter, you just witnessed the Cutter..no the SECOND CITY SKO!!! HOLY SHIT!"
Both superstars, two combustible elements which have exploded and brought for a Classic, Hardcore bout, remain motionless following the second Grand Theft Finisher, forcing the referee to begin his 10 count. Despite the Cutter he just recieved, Dominik Santiago is the first to stand at 7, followed by Jake whom is not too far behind. Though he was late in reaching his feat, Jake strikes first blood in the new standoff, clouting Dominik Santiago in between the eyes. Dominik retaliates with a hook and a right that leaves Jake staggering, his eyes rolling behind his eyes. Santiago takes a step back, and winds his arm before stepping forward, meeting his adversary in the middle of the ring and swinging his arm with all his might. Diamond ducks, hooking his nearest arm over Santiago shoulde far shoulder, only to swing himself under the armpit of the "Lord of the Flies" ending up behind of his foe who is now off balanced and totally perplexed. Diamond capitalizes on his evasive maneuver, wrapping his arm around Santiago's head before spinning another 180 degrees, landing in front of Dominik and trapping his head in a front face lock before falling forward, the head of Dominik being driven into the canvas with a forceful impact, the DDT ringing Santiago's bells and rendering him supine and coping a new migraine.
Dominik struggles to climb to his feet unlike a now invigorated Jake Diamond who springs up and leans on the ropes. As Santiago hunkers over, Diamond charges across the ring, before rebounding and when he comes into range of his antagonist he leaps into the air, bringing his leg level to his head before swinging his other and dropping the first, the boot of the Savior striking against the back of the dizzy, groggy "Hardcore Assassin's" his head, knocking him over and leaving him jerking on the canvas.
"The Savior", the future of professional wrestling rolls his opponent over, and smiles a smug smile through his chipped teeth, the grin widening across his bloodied, swollen face as he pins his opponent, the Diamond Decapitator effective and posibly the nail in the coffin.
"1!"
"2!"
With every once of strength, Santiago manages to roll a shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall and showing signs of life after taking a withering onslaght admistered by the Chicago native, the undefeated innovator of the Midnight Massacre. With his foe in No Man's Land, Jake Diamond approaches the turnbuckle, smaking the padding and making sure its still stable before exiting the ring and climbing up the turnbuckle, taking his time as he slowly begins to ascend. The "Hardcore Assassin", rolls over to his side, his motioning allowing him to gaze at his foe who is seated at the top, ready to ponce, ready to extirpate, ready to take a definite leap of faith in order to ensure victory. Santiago musters the necessary bit of strength but his rise seems to late as Diamond is intimating his takeoff. Out of desperation, Santiago dives to the ropes, pulling them down, cocercing everything into a a state of unbalance, disrupting the footing of the Savior and causing him to drop with his lungs in between the ropes, his attempt to annhiliate his opponent twarted and foiled by his adversary.
As Jake tries to lift himself, Dominik crawls toward the steel chair, setting it up as he climbs to his feet. He places the chair a few feet from the turnbuckle, and steps into the center of the ring, crouching down and planting his palms into the mat like a linebacker, ready to dismember the unsuspecting QB. The former Television Champion lifts up, his hair jumping back revealing his psychotic, smug, sinister grin through his gashed face, his eyes peering at Jake Diamond who is in for a rude awaking. The "Lord of the Flies" charges at the chair, driven by his truculent disposition and desire for bloodshed as he leaps onto the very top of the seat, using it as a catapult as he launches into the atmosphere, getting substantially large amount of air as he lunges at his foe. With the added hangtime in his corner, Santiago wraps his arms around the head of his opponent and flips forward, using the added momentum of his springboard.
The rotation forces Santiago in back of his foe, and the influence and strength of the T.V. title #1 contender drags the "Future of Professional Wretling" off the top, causing him to tumble out of the ring. The two battered, broken, bloodied rivals land on the concrete with a thud, Santiago crashes spine first while the Savior is spiked into the floor head first, his brains scrambled and the blood from his face plasted on the concrete following a sick, twisted attack that has the fans standing in unison, chanting "EVPW".
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"THE BRIAN DAMAGE, Good God almighty! They land out out of the ring oh Ray, Jake Diamond's neck just awkardly bent. That Santiago has risk his well being to injure his opponent and that did it. CONCUSSION, BROKEN NECK, what have I missed!"
//:[Ray White]://
"You sound like your enjoying this. That sick, twisted moron just killed my beloved Jake Diamond. If you can hear me Jake, I'm here for you, it's no over till that fat lady sings!"
//:[Jimmy Pate]://
"Then the broad is singing loudly here at Ragnarok. The bodies are spread across the concrete, both men gave it their all, can Santiago capitalize!"
//:[Ray White]://
"I doubt it. That dipshit hurt himself also. If Jake Diamond is indeed severely injured, then he'll still leave a winner in my heart, because he beat the shit out of Dominik Santiago, the very task he set out to do. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!" |
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