Rhaps vs Kahlan

[natalie]

The fans are on the edge of their seats, the night’s entertainment already making Ragnarok one of the best PPVs in EVPW’s short history. There is a fervent atmosphere prevailing as the next match is scheduled to begin. The vacant eyes of the crowd turn to the entrance ramp, literally salivating at the talent that could possibly be walking into the arena next to delight them. The sudden hope is dashed as Psychosocial by Slipknot reverberates around the arena, much to the chagrin of the audience in attendance. The return of the Rhapsitastic One to active in ring competition is greeted with a chorus of boos being rained down upon him from all sectors of the arena. Rhaps walks out from backstage and stands at the very top of the entrance ramp, his eyes scanning the building slowly. A feeling of confidence rises in his chest as his gaze turns to stare at the seven tables stacked neatly around his gauntlet for this evening. He has a wan smile on his facial features. The contact lenses he usually dons are nowhere to be seen. Alongside this, Rhaps is wearing the usual knee length black shorts and his torso remains exposed, the various pock marks and scars lining his body from previous encounters in the ring and attacks made backstage by indignant EVPW superstars.

The Safety Ranger remains poised on the spot before he suddenly throws his hands back and a roar of fireworks are unleashed behind him, the pyrotechnics exploding in dazzling hues of red and green. The suddenness of the display startles many in the crowd as Psychosocial continues to thunder on in the background. Rhaps maintains the pose for a few more seconds before he begins striding easily towards the ring. After a few short seconds he walks up the ring steps and stands on the apron, pausing slightly for dramatic effect. This however is lost on the audience, merely wanting the mutually hated star to get into the ring so the match can start in earnest. The chorus of boos rises again to a vast torrent of noise, every fan in the arena voicing their disapproval at the Menace of EVPW. Rhaps seemingly responds to this, fishing the infamous knife from his pocket and holding it aloft, almost promising to shed the blood of his upstart opponent for his own diminutive pleasure. The Rhapsitastic One ducks through the ring ropes and enters the squared circle, rounding on the referee as Lizzie Morna makes the announcement.

Lizzie: Now it is time for the next match. This is a seven tables match where the winner will be declared after slamming the opponent through four of the seven tables, earning the majority fall. Introducing the first competitor, weighing in tonight at 219 pounds and hailing from Canterbury, England. He is the High Flying, Death Defying, Rhapsifying SIC Maniac and self-proclaimed Beast Unleashed. Rhaps.

JP: This match with Rhaps and Kahlan is going to be charged tonight Ray. Rhaps has been a thorn in the young diva’s side for a while, not only brutally attacking her in LDWA, but also following this up with a beating so severe that she needed facial reconstruction surgery. This man is an animal and deserves to be put down. And you would have thought Rhaps would have learnt his lesson by entangling with the divas. The last time he did, Amanda and Angel schooled him with a defeat at End of Innocence.

Ray: Please Jimmy, you can’t even draw a comparison. Firstly, End of Innocence was a two on one handicap match with the odds stacked against him. Secondly, Rhaps has taken Kahlan to her mental limits so tonight will be a foregone conclusion. And thirdly, that match was rigged in Amanda’s and Angel’s favour. Anyone with half a brain knows he won that match.

JP ignores what his broadcast partner has to say as Rhaps walks about the ring, waiting for his opponent and would be victim to join him in the centre of the building. As he waits, Rhaps begins looking at the seven tables around the ring in more detail, his mind whirring quickly as to how he can further torture the Strife Slayer with their use. A benevolent smile crosses his face as his music fades out. A few seconds pass and Kahlan still has shown no signs of showing up. Rhaps laughs his scorn at whatever Kahlan may be attempting right now, whether it is some form of mind game or simply cowardice on the part of the diva. Either way, Rhaps doesn’t care what the reason for it is, merely wanting her to make an appearance so he can exact his revenge in the most brutal way possible. The fans begin cheering and applauding the absentee competitor, hoping that she will turn up soon and stop Rhaps from returning in a story book ending to this match for his return at the biggest PPV of them all.

TBCB Kahlan.

[Slut (✿ ◕‿◕)]

“Superstar” by Toy Box begins to play.

“And his opponent, from North East England … Newcastle, she weights at 132 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen … the Ladder Queen … KaHLaN!”

As Rhaps continues to glare towards the entry stage, behind him, inside the radius of his blind spot, something nudges at the hanging apron. Abruptly, a spiky black haired head pops out. While Kahlan’s face is twisted into a gesture of ferocious effort, the rest of her, ever so slowly, slides itself out from behind the curtain hindering the view beneath the ring. Out on her feet, she crouches low, still undetected by Rhaps' senses, which are set on the still unoccupied stage and her hands dug beneath the apron. Before long, she finds what she is feeling around for and still with the same slow patience as to remain unnoticed, she starts pulling out a now apparent table. Rhaps irritated from the drag of absence in the entry and the increased volume of the noise from the crowds around him, first looks to his right, and then as if he has seen something move in his peripheral vision turns the rest of the way. Shock clasps its hold on his face for a few heartbeats, but before long it evolves and gives way to anger. Rhaps’ teeth clench together with a snap. Kahlan, startled herself, obviously not expecting detection before setting up what she was planning before, growls a hearty hatred at her number one tormentor in the past few months and leaps off leaving the table flat on the floor and semi-exposed. Slithering into the squared circle with as much haste as she could muster, she comes up short as Rhaps’ right boot finds the first of its many marks at the back of her neck.

Ray’s face turns bright with a grin. “Holly Cow, but I wasn’t so sure that she was ever going to turn up! What a coward! What have I been telling you Jimmy? She knows as the rest of us know that she cannot take on someone like Rhaps. It’s just too much. It’s like Vladimir trying to resist me.”

Rhaps breathing starts to quicken more with excitement as his eighth stomp finds its mark. Bending forward, he roughly shoves his scared hands into the spiky hair and pulls Kahlan up. Kahlan's both hands instantly jump up clutching a wrist and a forearm of the SIC warrior in silent protest. As if waiting for the exact thing to happen, Rhaps rips his right hand free, swinging a direct right hook. Knuckles smash into serene cheek bone and Kahlan’s face taking the blow jerks around and backwards; her body following soon afterwards. Her dead weight lands on the two bottom ropes, while her backside thuds the canvass. Choking and muffling her cries of pain, it only gets worse when Rhaps bends down again and this time tries to pull her up by pulling at the cuff of her KB > Vladimir T-shirt. Rhaps takes his right fist back again and swings it into her stomach, doubling the Ladder Queen forward, before he coils his right forearm around her neck. Leaning in to grab a fistful of Kahlan’s tight leather pants, Rhaps crouches lower and then with a Herculean effort, springs his body up, using his superior lower back strength and heaves the dead weight of the Ladder Queen up for a suplex. Before completing the back wrenching arc though, half way up, Rhaps stops the move in standstill, before nudging his burden forward and back the way its been coming from. Almost horizontal in midair, Kahlan’s midsection is chopped by the top rope and the wind WHOOSHES out of her body in response. Rhaps lets go of his hold and takes a step back, while Kahlan, hangs lifelessly where she has been left for some mere seconds and then lazily, her body slides forward landing head first on the mat.

“Oh, that was sick,” blows Jimmy into the headsets. “A Flapjack Slam into the top rope! I could almost feel my guts stretching!”

“I’m there with you Jim! That was almost … tasty!”

Rolling to her side and moaning, Kahlan goes beneath the bottom rope and drops groggily on the floor outside.

TBCB Rhaps

[Slut (✿ ◕‿◕)]

Clawing the concrete flooring and trying in vain to get her body to reach the security wall a couple of paces away, Kahlan screams in hysteria when the sole of Rhaps’ boot is stamped into her back. The SIC warrior looks out at the crowd booing him, then while glaring, raises a right fist in the air. Shouting at the top of his lungs, the standing horror makes another roar of defiance before starting a frenzy of consecutive stomps. Each of the strikes are focused on the lower back of the sprawled girl under the former Dragon’s Rage title holder’s feet, making her to wince, shout, squirm and cry in pure pain at each beat. With each cry, the excited audience raise their own voice in unity and count.

“ONE,”

“TWO,”

“THREE”

“FOUR,”

“FIVE,”

“SIX,”

“SEVEN,”

“EIGHT,”

“NINE,”

“TEN,”

“ELEVEN,”

“TWELVE,”

“THIRTEEN!”

On the thirteenth hit, Rhaps stops himself, takes a few steps forward before leaning on the edge of the security barrier. Taking deep breaths, the man from Canterbury tries to slow his rapid breathing rate. Finally he turns around and stares down at his knocked out adversary. A gleam of terror starts to illuminate his eyes, and a wicked smirk follows soon after. Towering over the Brit’s Blitz, the Death Defying superstar bends forward and brushing his fingers through the spiky follicles, roughly urges Kahlan to get to her feet. Not yet fully standing, Rhaps forces the chick’s head to his hip’s side and coils an arm around it. Leaning forward, he then grabs hold of the leather fabric of Kahlan’s pants at her thigh and gets ready to perform a suplex.

“Dear me, he is going to suplex Kahlan on the STEEL barrier!”

Rhaps crouches low in a snap, ready to launch. Kahlan sensing her doom strikes into the unknown more out of desperation than anything. The Ladder Queen throws her forearm up and in between her captor’s legs. Rhaps’ jaw drops in the same instance, his eyes going wide, and his features twist into deformity. Making a silent scream, the former Imperfect, ever so slowly, leans to his side until he loses his grasp on gravity and topples over to land on the floor. Free of the chocking hold around her neck, the Strife Slayer falls on her four, and quickly crawls away from Rhaps and towards the steels steps. Kahlan uses the steps to her advantage whilst climbing to her feet. Turning around to face Rhaps, her opponent is already most of the way up and kneeling on one knee. Kahlan strides forward and that’s enough for Rhaps when he springs up and starts running with his arm swinging. The Ladder Queen ducks low under the chopping forearm and shuttles past Rhaps. Turning on spot, Kahlan watches Rhapsy already starting to turn around and so throws a punch. Her knuckles smashing into Rhaps’ jaw causes him to stumble back a step. The "YEA" rising from the crowd is deafening as Kahlan drives Rhapsy back for another step with another right snap fist strike.

Another two punches forces the former Imperfect to retreat some more couple of steps. No more ground to retreat to but to trip over the steel steps behind him, Rhaps throws a massive right hook of his own in answer to the quick right jabs of Kahlan. The fired up diva sees the blow coming and from the amount of arc put into the hook by Rhaps, finds enough time to dodge below the vicious swing. Instantly, Kahlan springs back to her full height and pulls the trigger of her right leg. In answer to the command, her leg snaps up and her foot makes a fast curving trip for Rhaps’ lower abdomen. The sole of her boot is thrust into its target, doubling the opponent over. Quickly, Kahlan pushes the head and neck of the SIC maniac between her legs and hurriedly wraps her arms around the waist of the elite. She heaves with effort, stubbornly trying to handle the weight of Rhaps so as to lift him up. Failing in her first try, she heaves again, and again nothing happens. Just then, Rhaps tightens his arms around Kahlan’s thighs and using his superior lower back strength, lifts the fiery diva right off the ground, above his head and drops her behind him. Kahlan lands brutally, back first on the steel under her, and roles to her side down the steps, coming to a stop when she hits the floor.

“My God, Rhaps just dropped Kahlan Spine first on those monstrous steel steps. If there was an ounce of strength left in her back after those first spine stomps, this would definitely exterminate it.”

“This is very witty of Rhapsy going right after the bitch’s back, trying to disable her in the opening stages of this match. Without the support of her back she will not be able to perform her flashy top rope moves, and exactly as I’ve professed, it would condemn her to be smashed through four consecutive tables … AKA easy win for our darling, Rhapsy.”

“From the way things seem to be, it could indeed be true as Rhapsy is going for the first table.”

Throwing the apron up, the Mosh Pit’s owner looks under the ring and quickly finds what he searched for. Pulling out the gigantic wooden table specifically placed there for this match, Rhapsy lifts it over his head and in a show of strength, throws it over the top rope and into the ring. The crowd’s reaction to this Herculean showdown is nothing but a chorus of booing. Rhapsy quickly follows after his newly possessed table and once he has reached it, he sets it up standing in the middle of the ring. Turning around to where his opponent is twisting her body around from the shear presence of pain, he narrows his eyes and arrogantly starts after her.





I thought to post something since Ian won’t be doing anything anyway and it’s a shame to have a match left unfolded at Ranggy. I Might add more to this if I could be bothered.