Stone Orchard vs. Magnus and Tom-Cat: UG Titles

[M BISON]

After Stone Orchard finish their pre-match promo, Lizzie prepares to announce the match involving them.

JP: "Well, that's the old Stone Orchard talking. They've been pretty silly for the last few months, and don't get me wrong, they've been winners and successful, but I'd hate to be on their bad side right now."

Ray: "Yeah, and now they have a regular match against two people who are more athletic. Despite his youth, Gunner could school Dragon on the mat, and the Tom-Cat will easily overpower his heavyweight counterpart in Matthew Oliveira. Stone Orchard is going to miss their precious weapons in this contest."

The crowd quiets as the bell sounds three times, everyone bracing for what will most definitely be an amazing match.

Lizzie: "The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the EVPW United Glory Championships!"

The second that the beautiful ring announcer finishes speaking, a slow riff begins resounding through the Cow Palace. The song is, without a doubt, Type O Negative's "The Profit of Doom", which incites the cheering of the spectators as they await the most popular and powerful duo in EVPW's year-long history. Smoke rises from the entrance aisle, shrouding the curtain that the wrestlers pass through, as the roar of the crowd stays loud. After a few long seconds, Metal Dragon emerges from the mist with his tag title over his shoulder, somewhat on the right side (his right) of the ramp while Matt is closer to the opposite crowd wall. As Matt has now passed through the smoke and is now visible, the two stand in place. Dragon grabs his title and puts his feet together, then lifts his arms in the air and looks down. At the same time, Oliveira stretches his arms out to the side in his signature crucifix pose.

"Introducing first, at a combined weight of 478 pounds, they are the EVPW United Glory Champions. They are Metal Dragon and Matthew Oliveira... Stone Orchard!"

"And here they are! Listen to this crowd, all rooting for the United Glory Champions to do what they said they'd do moments ago!"

"The crowd's support means nothing and never will. Just ask Vladimir Strife, Brian Commonwealth, or Justin Michael... Hell, go back in time a year and ask these two. Seriously, if you need the crowd to help you win, you're terrible."

"On the flip side of the coin, Ray thinking that you're hot does not help you either. Just saying."

The Tennessean and the Canadian walk down the aisle, letting their hands slap those of the lucky fans who got front row seats to get high-fives from the wrestlers and also be the first people injured if there's a glass or pyrotechnics accident. The tag champions conclude their brisk walk to the ring as MD slides under the bottom rope and Matt takes the more traditional route of walking up the ring steps. The adored champions hand their belts one-by-one to the referee, who holds them to hold in the air once the opposing team has entered. Oliveira's eyes immediately lock onto the far corner, and he saunters over to it before turning his back to it and sitting down in a lazy fashion. Matt's arms rest on the middle ropes as Dragon runs to the ropes and hooks his arms on them to stop himself. The two members of Stone Orchard wait for their opponents right there as the crowd begins building up a chant of "Orchard!"

TBC Magnus or Tom-Cat

(EDIT: I always forget to announce the name and weight and stuff. -_-)

[Magnus Gunner]

The "Orchard" chants filled the arena, everyone in the arena was cheering frantically, as the United Glory Champions ready in the ring, Matthew perched in the corner, sitting dormant, while the Tennessean, Metal Dragon had his eyes locked on the entryway. The lights suddenly began to dim as "96 Quite Bitter Beings" erupted onto the P.A. system. The "Orchard" cheers died down abruptly, boos quickly flooding the From The Ashes venue as the curtains were split. Standing tall were the group of three, The Family's Thomas Cathy and Magnus Gunner with his girlfriend, Haven Silver. Haven was whispering something into the ear of Magus who had a cocky smile situated on his face, while his comrade, former Imperial Champion "The Tom Cat" stood confident, a smug grin also fixated on the face of the Welshman.

"With my perceptions in a mix
Down twenty miles through the sticks
To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96"

They ignored the vehement jeers of the livid crowd, the trio gleaming with not only sophistication but sheer arrogance. Gunner's hand had protruded, the gentlemen paving the way for his valet, who began sauntering down the ramp, followed by the Mafia Men who commenced marching themselves. As they made their way to the squared hell, Lizzie Morna brought the mic up to her luscious lips, addressing the crowd once again in her eloquent tone, making her announcements as she tucked her cue cards in her back pocket.

~Lizzie~}- "And the opponents, accompanied by Haven Silver they stand at a combined weight of 466 pounds. They are Magnus Gunner and Thomas Cathy, THE FAMILY!"

"Excessive vacancy, well maybe
In the shadow of an eye
All the strangers pass right through
Where the rules just don't apply"

~Jimmy Pate~}- "We'll have to see if this combination from EVPW's very own Mafia Gang will fare better than the last! Tom Cat and Gunner look good on paper, but I have my doubts tonight Ray."

~Ray White~}- "Don't be ridiculous. I'll have you know, Magnus and Cathy are a formidable duo who have teamed before successfully. They beat The Dreamers on WNG a couple of months back!"

~Jimmy Pate~}- "Yeah, but Stone Orchard may be the greatest tag team and stable ever created. Matthew and Metal Dragon aren't even in the prime of their careers and look at what they've accomplished!"

~Ray White~}- "Yeah, with the help of weapons and a lack in rules. Gunner and the Tom Cat, a former Imperial Champion, will show them what real wrestling is all about. I AM SO PSYCHED!"

As Haven made her way to the time keeper's table, Gunner had snatched a microphone from the nearby ring attendant, the music coming to a cease as he spoke into while the Welshman climbed onto the ring apron.

~Magnus Gunner~}- "Boy have we waited to get our hands on you two. Tom Cat, another encounter, the first for myself. The last time you barely escaped the jaws of defeat at the hands of the Family, only this time the outcome will be different, very, very, different."

"While the boss will be busy dismantling setting James Daniels a blaze in the final event of this evening, his, employees, if you will, will be making short work of the constant thorns in his sides. And you want to know why?"

"It's simple, there will be no foreign objects and trickery, just wits, athleticism, skill and strength, something the Welshman and I have over the resident comedians. But I'm glad that you decided to be serious tonight, truly I am. I guess it's because you two cock munching gimps no without a shadow of a doubt that without your chairs and weapons that you don't stand a chance in hell."

"Care to add Tom?"

The Welshman grabs the mic from Magnus as the two enter the ring, stepping in between the middle and top rope simultaneously.

~Thomas Cathy~}- "Nothing much, except these two bastards won't be making it to their party with Dom Santiago, FC, or any gatherings of the sort. They're fun ends here, and they'll be handing over those tag titles that they continue to disgrace to real competitors like us."

The "Rock Messiah" smiles after the comment, grabbing the mic from the Tom Cat to give his final two cents.

"Stone ORCHID is a cancerous boil on the anus of humanity, and we're gonna get rid of you tonight. Consider this a hit, one you and your careers will never recover from."

Gunner tossed the mic to the canvas, the arena swallowed in the crowd's detestation as the referee stood in the midst of the ring, extending his arms out separating the two squadrons. Matthew slowly climbed to his feet, staring at Metal Dragon who chuckled slightly, finding Gunner and Cathy's statements to be as comical as he thought they were preposterous. Dragon gave his partner a slight tap on the shoulder, then the champs nodded as the bell chimed three times.

Magnus and Dragon took to the aprons, as the two heavyweights squared off to get the action started.

TBCB Matt or Dragon

[M BISON]

Both legal men in the match raise their fists and approach each other while their lighter counterparts look on. When Thomas feels that Oliveira is in range, he throws a right hand, but The Hardcore Genius jumps back to avoid it. The brawler from Cardiff doesn't let up, though, and follows through with a light kick to the thigh of Matt. Matthew shakes off his leg as the challenger suddenly lunges at him and grabs him by the throat. The crude but effective choke makes Oliveira's face begin to go red as the referee counts quickly. At four, the Tom-Cat backs away to avoid a disqualification. The Canadian clears his throat and looks at TC with disdain as the ref lectures the hated member of The Family. Matt then grabs the bottom of his shirt, quickly pulling it off of his torso and then throwing it into the crowd.

Stretching his arms out in his signature crucifix pose once more, the innovator of the Amherst Alleys and Shattered Dreams matches continues his cold gaze into the Welshman standing only a few feet away. The official finally backs off and allows Thomas Cathy to continue his offense. Hayden's enforcer does just that, cocking back his right arm and shooting it forward. The punch, however, is batted away by the left hand of Oliveira, who then turns his right hand so that the palm faces Thomas, then swings that arm at his chest. The palm of The Hardcore Genius creates a huge slapping sound and causes Cathy to gasp and stumble back in shocked pain. Oliveira allows Tom no space at all, immediately grabbing the gangster's hair and throwing his own head forward. Skulls collide with a crack that momentarily dazes the Tom-Cat, allowing Matt to quickly grab his arm and sling him toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Tom-Cat runs to the ropes and leans into them as the two middleweights on the apron patiently watch, then bounces back and barrels toward the waiting Oliveira. The Canadian jumps when Thomas nears him, putting his hands on the shoulders of his fellow heavyweight to push him down to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press. The instant that Tom-Cat hits that very canvas, the taped fists from the relentless Genius begin raining down on his face. The referee drops down and orders Matt to stop and Oliveira looks up.

Matt: "Oh yeah, closed fists are illegal..."

Referee: "Yeah, you can't use those!"

Matthew looks both ways, thinking for a moment, before his quick wit clicks on. The left hand of the Genius cups behind the Tom-Cat's head, then the right elbow of Oliveira swings into Tom's face. Multiple elbow strikes begin hitting the face of Thomas as the irritated Magnus Gunner steps through the ropes. The referee pops up and runs toward the illegally entering Rock Messiah, demanding that he get back on the apron. Matthew now pays attention to the distraction that the lighter one of the challengers created, getting up and approaching the Detroit native. Magnus steps back as the ref continues preaching to him, then he finally goes back onto the apron as Thomas shakes off the pain from the strikes and gets up. Matt steps back into the waiting arms of Cathy, who wraps Oliveira up around the waist and lifts him before throwing him to the mat face-first. Tom then crawls onto the back of Oliveira and sinks his right arm under the tag champ's chin, with the other hand now resting on the back of MO's head. Matt growls due to the increasing pain of the Sleeper Hold, then plants his hand into the canvas to try to push himself up. The smart Thomas Cathy lifts Ollie's head up some before driving his face into the mat while still keeping the hold applied, then tightens the legal choke some more. Matthew grabs Tom-Cat's arm with both hands, trying to pry it off of his neck, and manages to alleviate some of the pressure by doing so. The man from Ontario then pulls his upper body up some, and gradually gets to an angle where he can get to one knee. Oliveira's foot plants into the canvas and he pushes up, managing to stand himself and his opponent up. Matt then slips his hands out and reaches behind himself, putting his hands on the top of Tom's head. The Welsh heavyweight begins to tighten the sleeper hold once again, but Matt has already sat down and dragged The Family's enforcer with him. The jaw of Thomas Cathy smacks the top of Oliveira's head and a sudden daze overtakes TC, forcing him to release the hold and stagger back before falling to the mat.

JP: "Oliveira with a Jawbreaker that gets him out of that predicament, but he might need to shake a couple cobwebs loose from the Sleeper Hold!"

Ray: "In the long term, though, Thomas has taken a lot out of his opponent with that hold. The rush of blood to your head when the hold is released also clouds your brain, which is a good thing to do to a supposed 'genius'."

Thomas sits up and the two people in the match start getting up simultaneously as the crowd sees it a fitting time to begin a "Let's go Orchard!" chant. Amidst the five claps following the incantation, both wrestlers get to a somewhat wobbly vertical base and walk toward each other. Thinking alike just as they did when the bell rang, they lunge at each other and lock down, beginning to test each others' strength. A second long struggle ensues, quickly broken by the head of Oliveira lunging forward and striking that of Tom-Cat with a headbutt. Matt then grabs Thomas's right arm and ducks under it, emerging behind his fellow brawler with a twisted arm under his control. Matthew bends the arm behind his adversary's back in a traditional hammerlock, then walks backward to get closer to his tag team partner. The lighter member of Stone Orchard prepares to tag in, and Oliveira nods before his shoulder is slapped. Metal Dragon comes through the ropes as The Hardcore Genius kicks the inside of Tom's right knee, forcing him to drop onto it. Matt then turns around, his foe's arm still in his grasp, extending that limb with a straight elbow facing the patient MD. The Tennessean jumps and kicks both feet out, delivering a low dropkick straight to the arm. Ollie lets go of the limb and goes to the apron as Thomas Cathy immediately begins clutching the afflicted elbow, gasping for air and squirming in the general direction of his corner.

"There's some teamwork by the United Glory Champions!"

"Yeah, some people just know what to do when a certain part is vulnerable. For MD, it's arms. It's something else for me."

"...So I heard."

Dragon grabs the hair and waist of the Tom-Cat, pulling him up to his feet in order to build on Stone Orchard's momentum. Haven Silver finds this to be a perfect time to step in, and she does so by climbing onto the apron, immediately drawing the attention of the referee. Thomas notices the distraction caused by the vixen and stands up, immediately poking the eye of the SNK wrestler that stands before him. The booing of the crowd quickly kicks in as the beautiful girlfriend of Magnus Gunner hops back down to the floor, her distraction having been effective. The frustrated Matthew Oliveira can only look on in annoyance as the Tom-Cat grabs MD under the legs and lifts him up. Thomas walks toward the center of the ring with the Man of Golden Words on his shoulder before depositing him on the mat with a Sidewalk Slam. The hated wrestler from Cardiff smirks at his smaller and weaker prey before planting a foot on his throat. Dragon clutches the boot that lies across his windpipe as the referee counts and the crowd shows their disapproval. At four, Cathy releases the boot and steps away. The official provides another warning for the cheating Welshman that is simply ignored, not even acknowledged with eye contact as Thomas continues to focus on his downed opponent. TC steps forward and leaps into the air, splashing all 260 pounds of his weight onto the middleweight, then quickly hooking his leg to cover. The referee drops down and makes the first count of the match.

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Dragon throws a shoulder up to break the pinfall attempt, breathing heavily as his opponent gets up.

"Thomas Cathy turned the match around with his power, which I'd say Dragon is pretty tired of by now. If you remember Ragnarok, the Tom-Cat powerslammed him through a table!"

"You know what they always say. If you've got it, flaunt it. I live by that nugget of wisdom."

Thomas steps over his fallen opponent with eyes on Magnus, who is eager to be tagged in. Approaching the corner with his dazed opponent getting up, Tom opens his fist and draws it back and forth across his chin and neck, the Italian version of a middle finger. Magnus and Haven do the same to the two men they oppose, drawing the ire of the irritable crowd once again. Dragon gets to his feet as Thomas tags the Rock Messiah in, followed by a cheer from his enthusiastic manager. The new legal man on the side of the challengers climbs the turnbuckle with his fellow American middleweight staggering towards him. Magnus takes a breath and leaps from his perch with an outstretched right arm, but the wary MD ducks and spins around, grabbing the arm of the Michigan resident on his way down. MD falls to the mat and pushes the elbow with his left arm, while his right traps the wrist and holds the limb in place. Thomas Cathy has to get back into the ring as quickly as he exited, then stomps the back of the technician to break the hold amidst the screams of the panicking Magnus Gunner. Matthew Oliveira begins to step through the ropes, but stops himself when he sees the larger member of The Family going back to where he's supposed to be.

"You were right, Ray! Never let Metal Dragon have your arm! He loves trying to break them!"

"Yeah, but you can't blame Gunner for thinking that he had a perfect opening. "

Magnus shakes his arm out and gets to all fours, then the two legal men in the match get up. MD walks away from Gunner, trying to get away from the opposing corner, but the quick Rock Messiah grabs his smaller foe's tights before he can get far. Magnus pulls himself toward MD and jumps, putting a leg on each side of the former Dragon's Rage Champion's midsection and rolling back. The Rolling Crutch Pin is completed when MD is pulled over the body of Magnus, then the Detroit native flips back to place his arms on the mat and bridge for a cover. The referee slides into position as Gunner grabs the bottom rope with both hands.

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The official notices the illegal tactic employed by the challenger and stops his count, pointing at the hand gripping the rope. Dragon rolls to his stomach and grabs the ropes to try to pull himself up, but doesn't realize that he's near the devious manager that Magnus and Thomas brought with them. While the two mafia men play dumb and argue with the referee, Silver reaches her hand between the ropes and claws at the eyes of MD. The woman steps back innocently as Magnus turns his attention to MD, pulling him off of the ropes and to his feet. Gunner turns MD around and slides his head under the right arm of the tag champ, then grabs his right leg and steps away from the ropes. The Loaded Pistol explodes back, throwing the EVPW original overhead before the 220-pounder's back hits the mat with a thud.

"Haven Silver once again provides a distraction, and this one lets Magnus hit a T-Bone Suplex! At this rate, this could be the dirtiest match in EVPW history, at least of ones that were supposed to have rules enforced in them!"

"Quit whining. Stone Orchard love kicking people in the nuts and poking their eyes and you never cry foul about it."

TBC Magnus or Tom-Cat

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

With both teams not too interested in sticking to the rules, the referee slowly begins to loose hold of his grasp over the match. Spurred into action by the Family’s dirty tactics, Matthew Oliviera ducks under the top rope and into the ring, dashing to his partner’s aid; all the while shouting obscenities at the dynamic trio opposite him. The ref steps in, cutting the Canadian heavyweight off before he reaches Gunner and trying his hardest to force the larger Orchard member back into his corner. Oliviera struggles the whole way, throwing his weight around to get past the official’s strangely impenetrable grasp, but to no avail. Meanwhile, with the ref’s back turned, Gunner once again lifts Metal Dragon to his feet, dragging him close enough to the corner so that he is within the grasp of the Tom-Cat. Cathy grabs him in a headlock over the ropes from the ring apron, while the Rock Messiah flashes a glance at ringside. Standing there, staring up at her boyfriend, Haven Silver smiles seductively. She leans casually on a long wooden cane; a golden lion’s head at the top winking knowingly at Gunner. The smile grows as she tosses the cane at her man, who catches it with ease before swinging around toward Metal Dragon once again. MD is still held in place as he winds up for the swing, Oliviera watching helplessly as the Family takes the rules into their own hands once again. With the ref’s back still turned, Gunner cracks the cane over the top of Dragon’s head, the wooden rod shattering upon impact. The cracking sound attracts the ref’s attention, but before he can wheel around in time, the Rock Messiah had tossed the remains of the cane out to ringside, safe from the searching eyes of the zebra striped official.

The cane shot had spurred the crowd into a frenzy, with insults and jeers being tossed at the ring along with discarded food and drink containers. Aided by the impact of Silver’s cane, the Tennessean’s body slumps out of Cathy’s iron grasp and falls to the canvas, to the disposal of the Loaded Pistol. The momentary lapse in attention from the ref allows the Hardcore Genius through his grasp, and he makes a beeline straight for the Rock Messiah. Before Gunner can even cover MD for a pinfall, the heavyweight Orchard member had picked up enough speed to close in on him. Gunner turns to face the lumbering Canadian, but is met with a Yakuza Kick that connects right in his face, launching him backwards into and over the ropes. Uncontrollably, Gunner falls out of the ring, collecting the mischievous Haven Silver on his way down. The booing that had erupted earlier around the arena now turns around completely as the Rock Messiah gets his just desserts, Oliveira dusting off his boot in satisfaction, before moving both of his arms together in a “home-run” sign. Nodding happily to himself and watching intently as the couple untangle themselves from each other, Oliviera almost doesn’t register the Tom-Cat’s presence as he slips undetected into the ring, with a stealthy quietness surprising to such a large framed man.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
And once again, the Family tosses the rule book aside- Basically the only way that they stand a chance against the champions…

~~Ray White~~
But this time their plan backfired, and it seems that the assistance of Haven Silver has been quelled somewhat with some pinpoint accuracy from the Hardcore Genius.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
I’m sure this is not exactly the way that she would have imagined her and Magnus Gunner getting closer tonight. I really do feel for the ref here tonight, he has his hands full just making sure this doesn’t turn into a riot!

With Oliviera’s attention drawn to his partner, the Welshman is well into the ring before his fellow heavyweight realizes that he is there. With neither man being the legal man, the referee does little more than shout orders at the pair and scratch his head while the Tom-Cat unloads with a double axe handle that sprawls the Hardcore Genius forward, off his normal center of balance. This gives the Welshman enough of an opening to target Oliviera’s legs, charging into the back of the Canadian’s knee with a Chop Block, causing the big man’s knee to buckle under him. The Welshman does not let his opponent rest for long, lifting him from underneath his arm and wrenching him in a powerful Irish Whip that flings the 260lb Orchard member back first into the turnbuckle. The searing pain that tears through the Hardcore Genius’ back clouds his vision momentarily to the point where once again he does not see the Tom-Cat slinking toward him.

Hitting Oliviera with an impact that resembles a Mac truck, Cathy clotheslines Oliviera into the ropes. MO is driven up and over the top rope, crashing to the unforgiving padded concrete outside of the ring. Cathy follows him down, craftily grabbing the top rope on the way down so that he lands on his feet safely. Being the only one left standing, Cathy takes the time to look around quickly. Inside the ring, Metal Dragon had begun stirring, still not looking like he is any closer to regaining his feet than when he started. The referee, close to tearing what is left of his hair out from the stresses of raises his arms up to begin the count-out for the Family’s legal man, Magnus Gunner. The Rock Messiah, still reeling from his unexpected meeting with his model-thin girlfriend, also does not look like he is about to claw back into the ring any time in the near future. Cathy smiles almost happily at the entire scene, turning his attention once more to his nemesis. In the time it had taken Cathy to scan the scene, Oliviera had created some distance between himself and the rampaging Welshman, scrambling away in a commando-like belly slide. Cathy beams at the vain attempt to escape, lumbering off after the Canadian Hardcore Genius, evil intentions filling his mind.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
This has really picked up. Ray, tear up that rulebook, throw out the wrestling textbook… this is turning into a good old fashioned fight!

~~Ray White~~
Um, JP… I didn’t bring either of those to ringside with me tonight. Was I supposed to?

~~Jimmy Pate~~
*Groaning*
You really are as stupid as you are fruity aren’t you?

One things for sure, one way or another, this match is going to see a lot more action before it is finished.

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Cathy closes in on his wayward opponent, towering over the Stone Orchard member confidently. However, before he can capitalize on the opportunity presented before him, Oliviera had balled his fist and raised his forearm between the heavyweight’s legs. Wrenching his arm upward, MO bludgeons his opponent’s weakest area, dropping the Tom-Cat to his knees faster than one would imagine. The cheeky grin on his face paints a picture of success that says a thousand words, as Stone Orchard once again begins to take over the advantage. Oliviera is quick to his feet, dragging the Tom-Cat to a vertical base as he goes. Without a care for his opponent’s wellbeing, Oliviera flings the Tom-Cat into the crowd barricade, echoing a resounding boom around the arena as the Welshman’s body collides with the metal barrier. Desperate for attention fans proceed to slap the Hardcore Genius’ shoulders as he nears his battered nemesis, a few even going so far as to reach over the barrier and touch the Tom-Cat’s shoulder and chest, possibly simply eager to touch one of the EVPW superstars. Oliviera proceeds with a tedious inevitability that seems to move him in slow motion, while Cathy simply tries to lift his heavy head off his chest.

Meanwhile, the ref’s call had reached the count of “six”, with Gunner slinking back into the ring. Gunner was met toe to toe by the lightweight Orchard Member, Metal Dragon keen to even the score. With both men still moving slowly, shaky and recovering from their beatings, the fists move slowly, being blocked par for par by each competitor. MD gains the advantage, not through a fist, but through his defense, ducking under a wild swing from the Family member and charging Gunner’s midsection with his shoulder. Keen to swing momentum back in his favor, Metal Dragon drives his opponent back into the turnbuckle. Gunner is helpless to defend himself from the onslaught, as the Nashville native beats him down with repeated right hand swings. When Gunner looks suitably beaten, MD backs off slightly, letting the Family member slump forward in the turnbuckle. When he comes in for a second swoop, MD aims a kick in the direction of the Rock Messiah’s chin, but the foot is caught by the Family’s soldier. Trying to read each other’s minds, Metal Dragon looks to swing himself around into an Enziguiri, but Gunner shifts his weight to counter the oncoming assault. However, the assault never comes, as Dragon falls onto his free knee. The short delay catches the young Family member off guard, leaving his mid-section vulnerable and undefended. Metal Dragon slides into a Mule Kick, catching Magnus Gunner in the crotch and lifting him into the air with the impact. Gunner’s eyes almost pop out of his head, shooting open so wide; as his body reaches the ground once more. With his knees going weak underneath him, his body slumps forward even more, teetering dangerously on the verge of falling from the confines of the turnbuckle completely.

~~Ray White~~
I love that move… Dick-Roll. And it looks to have been somewhat effective over the egotistical Rock Messiah.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
I wonder why you love it so much Ray. It couldn’t have anything to do with the name could it?
Jeez, you are so one-dimensional.

~~Ray White~~
At least I know what I like JP. You change your mind as much as you change your socks…

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A smirk spreads back onto the face of Metal Dragon as he targets gunner for another strike. Of all the ideas swimming through his mind, he looks at what the most effective will be. Fire spreads in his eyes like a light being turned on as he makes his decision, the smirk on his face spreading even further…

TBC SO

[M BISON]

The scorn of the referee, who only avoids disqualifying the champions after that move due to the fact that the challengers have given him even more trouble already, is directed at the man who just performed the low blow. Gunner lies on the mat whilst holding the afflicted area, sucking in air as the pain shoots all the way to his chest. The Tennessean thinks of brawling some more until an even better idea pops into his head, then he drops to one knee next to the Rock Messiah. Dragon grabs the near leg of Magnus, then reaches over his head with his other arm and hooks his face. MD then gets up for a split second only to drop down to his knees, right on the spine of Gunner. A moment of fearful anticipation expresses itself through the Loaded Pistol's eyes as Dragon quickly rolls back, rolling Magnus with him into a suspended position. The newly-applied Bow and Arrow causes its victim to scream in pain as his arms flail about, trying to grab the ropes that are just out of reach. Thomas Cathy steps through the ropes and rushes to the aid of his partner, the heavier man on the other team doing the same to attempt an interception.

The former Imperial Champion manages to stomp the head of Metal Dragon before both the official and his heavyweight counterpart get in his face, the former ordering him to get out of the ring and the latter delivering a punch to the jaw. The Tom-Cat keeps his footing and quickly answers with a quick left while the two legal men in the match regain their bearings. Oliveira rubs his cheek and delivers another punch, which doesn't affect its recipient much and is returned with haste. Thus, a traditional trading of punches begins.

Ray: "The referee needs to get some order in the ring now! Thomas Cathy was about to leave the ring and got a cheap shot from the so-called Genius!"

JP: "Those two might not be the legal men, but I'm looking to see who will prevail in this duel of arguably EVPW's two best brawlers!"

A stiff right hook from Thomas Cathy stuns the Canadian somewhat, and the referee foolishly steps in just as the Welshman is cocking back that arm to deliver a killer blow. The follow-up punch then strikes the striped man in the side of the head, sending him falling to the mat like a ragdoll. Matt quickly unloads with a huge right to the cheek, and Thomas stumbles back a couple steps. As the two lighter men in this contest get up while still toe-to-toe, Tom-Cat pokes Oliveira's eyes. At nearly the same time, Gunner's line of sight allows him to see the fallen official while MD's back is conveniently turned to that new factor in this match. Magnus drops down and swings an arm with a balled fist up, striking the Man of Golden Words in between the legs and making him keel over. The one-two punch of cheating by The Family elicits booing from the crowd, a reaction only made bigger by Thomas Cathy now stepping forward and swinging his extended arm at the blinded Hardcore Genius. Matthew is clotheslined to the canvas while Gunner drags his target toward the corner. The Detroit native throws his opponent into the corner, then backs up a few steps before immediately charging at him. Gunner jumps and throws a knee up, striking Metal Dragon in the face and chest, then the Loaded Pistol puts his feet on the middle ropes for a moment of balance. Magnus then turns around and tucks MD's head under his arm, then hops to the mat and runs forward with the United Glory Champion in tow. Gunner leaps and sits down in mid-air, dragging MD forward before the Nashvillian's face plants into the canvas courtesy of a Bulldog.

"There's The Yellow Submarine Ride! Magnus capitalized on the lack of a referee and needed to use an illegal blow to do it!"

"Hey, there are no rules when the ref's out. Stone Orchard simply didn't react to the ref's sudden absence quickly enough. And what resulted is The Yellow Submarine Ride, my current SECOND favorite ride in the world!"

"For the purpose of not wanting to puke while calling a match, I'll pretend number one is a roller coaster."

"Oh, it's a roller coaster ride, alright."

While Thomas Cathy kicks the downed Oliveira out of the ring, Magnus Gunner rolls his prey over to begin the pin count. The Tom-Cat turns his attention to the referee and drops down in an effort to get him to get up, the punch from the Welshman still having the official in a daze. The official turns around on his hands and knees to face Magnus, who hooks the leg of the former Dragon's Rage Champion and puts a huge grin on his face. The ref raises an arm and swings it down toward the mat.

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Dragon throws a shoulder up, still defiant of EVPW's mafia as the crowd cheers. Gunner's grin quickly turns to a look of frustration as he and his tag team partner debate the count, both wrestlers holding three fingers up. The ref holds two up in the faces of the stubborn challengers, then orders the Tom-Cat to get out of the ring. Cathy begins making his way back to The Family's corner, Haven Silver beginning to shout in protest from ringside. Gunner finishes arguing after a few seconds and reaches his hand out, tagging in the Tom-Cat. The Welsh brawler steps through the ropes with sights set on a recovering MD, approaching him with a malicious look on his face. The Metallic One gets to his feet and is instantly kicked in the stomach by the big man. The bent-over MD then receives a clubbing blow to the back of the neck that plants him face-first on the mat.

Thomas raises his arms in a show of dominance while standing over his foe. The ire of the crowd only swells his ego to an even higher level as he reaches down to pull the weakened American up. MD gets to his feet and stands there on wobbly legs as TC runs to the far ropes. The heavyweight bounces off of them and charges forward on his return trip, sticking an arm out for what seems to be the easiest clothesline he's delivered in a while. When he draws near, MD comes to life and turns to the side while ducking slightly, then traps the legs of the Cardiff Crusher with his own. Dragon pushes his opponent forward and falls to the mat softly in a seated position while Cathy's face slams into the canvas. Seeing the limb he dropkicked earlier in this match, and a perfect opportunity with it, the Tennessean steps over TC with one leg on each side of his right arm, facing away from him. Dragon gladly grabs the arm and falls back, rolling Tom-Cat over while sinking in an arm bar. MD then secures the hold by draping his legs across Thomas's upper body, then pulls back on the captive arm with all his might. The Welshman's left arm squirms on the mat while his right elbow begins to feel horrible pain. The crowd begins to chant "Make him tap!" as Tom lets out a tortured scream, Magnus trying to step in and only distracting the referee. Haven Silver sneaks around the ring while Gunner continues to serve as a distraction, then the beautiful but evil diva slides under the bottom rope. MD has an instant to look over at who is entering before his face eats a huge slap, one with such intensity that the arm bar is broken and the referee's focus turns back to the two legal men. Silver rolls out of the ring as the irritated Metallic One gets up and walks to his corner.

"Haven Silver's assistance to her boys sure helped that hold get released, but they're not helping themselves in the long run. Nothing is scarier than Orchard when they're really pissed off, and I think the cheating's already started to get under their skin."

"I don't mind her assistance to those two studs, but really, Magnus. Ditch the bitch and I'll take you to dinner or something. You have no idea what you're missing."

Matthew Oliveira is tagged in and quickly steps through the ropes, giving his partner a much-needed break. The crowd explodes into applause as Ollie hastily stomps toward the legal challenger, then grabs his hair and pulls him to a vertical base. Matt drops down and lifts Tom-Cat up under the legs, then holds the 260-pounder in place while wrapping his arm around the Welsh heavyweight's head. Oliveira takes a breath in preparation to deliver a Magnum DDT, but his plans are stalled by a punch to the ribs. Matt grunts in slight pain as another fist collides with his ribcage, then Thomas's head slides out from under MO's arm and immediately swings forward. The mafia man's forehead strikes that of the Canadian, then is quickly followed up with a knee to the gut. The sore arm of Thomas Cathy is shaken out before it wraps around Matt's head, then the Cardiff Crusher falls backward and drives Oliveira's head into the canvas with a DDT. Tom rolls his weakened opponent over and covers him, hooking a leg for good measure as the ref slides in to make the count. 1... 2... Matt kicks out. The Tom-Cat gets up, then looks down at Ollie and lightly kicks him in the head, more intention of insult than injury. The crowd begins booing, so Tom smirks and does it again, but his foot is caught this time. An enraged Hardcore Genius gets up while holding the right ankle of his antagonist, then turns so that his back is to the center of the ring. Matt then pulls his opponent in, drops the leg, and wraps his arms around the midsection of Thomas. The larger tag champion plants his feet into the mat and leans back, throwing his Welsh challenger overhead. The Family's enforcer flips forward and crashes to the canvas on his back while Oliveira quickly gets up.

"The tide turns with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex by Matt Oliveira!"

"That was- Wait, what the hell?"

Matthew looks over at the opposing corner, then charges in the direction of Magnus Gunner. When he gets in range, Matt turns and sticks an elbow out, slamming it straight into the face of the Rock Messiah and knocking him off of the apron. An adrenaline-filled legend walks a few steps back toward Thomas Cathy, sticking his arms out to the side as he does so. The spectators in the Cow Palace begin a huge chant of "Hardcore Genius!" as the man with all the momentum grabs Tom-Cat's head and pulls him up. Thomas is conveniently taken off his wobbly feet in a second as Matt crouches down and hoists the Welshman onto his shoulders, then walks toward the lighter half of Stone Orchard. The Man of Golden Words holds his hand out as the Canadian draws near. When Matthew gets close enough, Dragon slaps his chest to become the legal man, then steps through the ropes and walks around the two heavyweights. MD then places his hands on the back of Thomas Cathy's head, and Matt falls backward. As Oliveira descends, his middleweight friend wraps his arms around the head he holds, then turns around. The Cardiff Crusher is slammed into the canvas back-first with his neck contorted from MD's share of the double-team move.

"Stone Orchard deliver a Samoan Drop and Neckbreaker combination! They are on an absolute tear now!"

"Shut up, Jimmy! You were whining about the illegal half of The Family being in the ring a minute ago, and now you're praising something like this? I guess there's no such thing as integrity and objectivity behind this table anymore."

Oliveira exits the ring, thus ending the tirade of the homosexual color commentator. Dragon crawls on top of Thomas, covering him amidst the noise of the crowd's loudest pop in the match thus far.

TBC The Family

[Magnus Gunner]

Metal Dragon was lying across the battered body of a supine and lethargic Thomas Cathy. The arena was quite chaotic, all due to the fans who cheered frantically. Amidst the bedlam, the referee made his counts, Metal Dragon’s head bobbing simultaneously each time the ref’s hand slapped the mat.

“1!”

“2!”

However, Metal Dragon’s dreams of title retention would be postponed, much to his chagrin, as the alert Haven Silver made her presence felt once more. She dashed to ringside and quickly slid somewhat in the ring, barely but getting enough of Cathy’s boot, commencing to draping it across the bottom rope. Haven had slowly retreated in a casual manner, holding her purse tightly as the referee just barely caught Cathy’s boot across the ropes. He was able to stop himself in mid-stride, and he quickly made Metal Dragon aware, leaning up and refusing to count. A shocked Metal Dragon glared at the referee angrily, and in disbelief, leaning up and shaking his head hastily from side to side. He reluctantly stared over, finding Thomas’ leg on the bottom rope, before the livid Dragon’s Rage Champion took a gander to the outside, scowling at Haven Silver, the culprit who was blushing, once again aiding her men. But her intrusion would not go unpunished, as Matthew Oliveira crept and skulked behind Haven Silver, seizing her by her arm, tugging her toward him. Haven stared at the Canadian in horror, before lifting her purse and swinging it with all her might. The referee looked on, letting the chaos ensue despite the Family’s manager blatantly using a foreign weapon. Matthew blocked the attack, grabbing the purse with his hand before tossing it aside. Haven Silver barely managed to slide her arm free, but the Canadian continued to pounce. Meanwhile inside the ring, Metal Dragon was trying to divert the ref’s attention, so he could continue to go to work on the groggy, former Imperial Champion who began to stir. The ref was paying no attention to the former Dragon’s Rage Champion, as his body was protruded halfway through the ropes, yelling at Matthew to get back to his corner.

Magnus Gunner had gotten back into camera view, stealthy slithering across the concrete, and retrieving Haven’s purse, before crawling across ringside, only to slide the purse into the ring, where Thomas Cathy grabbed it. Metal Dragon was oblivious to the transaction, as he still attempted to get the referee to focus back on the action in the ring. A frustrated MD finally conceded, giving up on his vendetta, turning back to the Welshman who was already ready. Cathy was playing possum, as he slightly began withering in pain. Cathy’s feigned discomfort reeled Metal Dragon in like bait to a fish. As he leaned forward, Cathy maliciously drove his thumb into Dragon’s eye, blinding him, causing him to spin around in vein. With his vision impaired, Cathy cocked the purse back, before falling forward with his weight, swinging the Gucci bag through the atmosphere before it collided slightly above Dragon’s eye. The shot, an enormous crack sound resonated throughout the arena, while the impact reverberated throughout Dragon’s skull, as he fell harmlessly on the mat remaining inert as the evidence was tossed out of the ring.

~Ray White}- “What in God’s name was in that purse Jimmy? And I tell you what, it wasn’t just Tampons! ”

~Jimmy Pate}- “Hell if I know. But once again, Haven Silver gives the assist, and The Family scores. And Metal Dragon is unconscious!”

~Ray White}- “Oh, I know what it was; it had to be a mirror, or some chapstick. Damn this broads packing heat Jim!”

~Jimmy Pate}- “Whatever it was, it may have sealed the fate for Stone Orchard. And it’s not a good one!”

Thomas Cathy slowly began to cover Metal Dragon, who was still motionless. With the plan unfolded, Gunner shouted to the ref, “COUNT DILLHOLE!” catching the zebra clad official’s attention as he frowned before turning, seeing The Tomcat’s arm draped over Dragon’s bare chest. As the ref began counting, Magnus Gunner set out to eliminate the other member of the stable, sprinting across ringside, before leaping into the air, viciously driving his forearms across Oliveira’s back. The clubbing shot sent Matthew forward, allowing Haven Silver to get out of harm’s way. Magnus Gunner was not done yet however, as he quickly grabbed Ollie by the rim of his denim jeans before tossing him forward, sending him crashing head first into the guard rail. Magnus turned with a smug smile on his face, watching as the hand of the referee cut through the air for the first time, hitting the mat. As he began the second, the smile widened on the Rock Messiah’s mug, the same result taking place. But as the hand came down for the third time, the Dragon’s Rage Champion was able to muster enough strength to roll his shoulder over; breaking up the pinfall, and the jubilance of the Loaded Pistol, his smile was turned upside down. His eyes were squinting and his teeth were clenching, clearly peeved as he made his way to the apron.

Thomas Cathy had climbed to his feet, clutching Metal Dragon around the head before dragging him to the Mafia corner, where an anxious Magnus Gunner awaited to get back into action, legally. Thomas cocked Dragon’s head back, before snapping it forward, planting Dragon’s face into the turnbuckle padding. While MD stood stunned and stupefied, Cathy and Gunner tagged hands, Magnus quickly slipping through the ropes before springing to his feet. Cathy pulled MD out of the corner, before wrapping his arms around his legs, enclosing them in a circle. Thomas commenced to hoist the United Glory Champion into the air, before falling backward. Magnus Gunner was ready and waiting to apply the finishing touches, dropping to one knee, leaving Metal Dragon to helplessly plummet face first across it. The synchronized assault by The Family left Metal Dragon jerking spasmodically on the canvas, his hands cupped across his face, while the two Mafia titans stood triumphant.

~Jimmy Pate-} “What a blow to the face. That seemed to be a Flapjack dropped into a Knee Lift of some sorts. The former Dragon’s Rage Champion may have been further disfigured!”

~Ray White}- “Oh this is just too good. Stone Orchard is being picked apart. Heck, Ollie is still lying on the concrete beside us. This is brilliant!”

~Jimmy Pate}- “Oh you can’t be serious. Had it not been for that purse which had the force of bricks behind it, Stone Orchard would be celebrating in the Lockeroom.”

~Ray White}- “Well Magnus’ bitch has to be good for something, because she surely ain’t giving him sexual pleasure, or at least the quality I could-”

~Jimmy Pate}- “Where’s that purse. I think I might need to clock you a bit!”

In an indisputable, clear display of impertinence, Magnus Gunner lifts his leg up, before sliding his boot across the now bloody face of Metal Dragon who had began to lift up. Metal Dragon still lifted in defiance, but the Rock Messiah continued his blatant disrespect, slapping MD across the back of his head with his palm. With the tag champ’s bells ringing, Magnus Gunner dropped to one knee behind him, before wrapping his arm across the Tennessean’s neck, pressing his biceps against one of the Nashville native’s inner bone as well as with his forearm. Magnus then grabbed his left shoulder with his right arm, holding the submission much tighter, causing the eyes of Metal Dragon to grow weary as the Sleeper Hold was held with malicious intent. The choke hold sparked life back into the once comatose arena. The crowd began cheering “Let’s Go Dragon” vociferously, and the once quiescent Tennessean began moving. He hastily climbed to his feet, shaking life into his near arm before plowing it into Gunner’s sternum. MD followed up with an elbow shot to Magnus’ chest, and a third withering blow to his ribs. Metal Dragon finally escaped the jaws of defeat, and out of the clutches of the Rock Messiah. Now a free man, having escaped captivity, MD charged across the ring. As he turned his back to rebound off the ropes, the ring savvy Thomas Cathy quickly blasted Metal Dragon across the back of the head. The dexterous attack by the Welshman had MD staggering forward, leaned over and susceptible to a mammoth blow. The former Lion’s Pride Champion quickly advanced upon MD, before lifting his leg, blasting Dragon’s across the side of his head, specifically his temple.

Dragon lifted up with buckled knees, as he stumbled in place, on the verge of a catastrophic collapse. The Loaded Pistol kept moving, leaping across the middle rope before launching himself back toward his battered foe. Gunner extended his leg, but at the very last moment, what seemed to be a sitting duck, Metal Dragon dived forward, forcing Gunner to crash down on his tailbone. The Rock Messiah winced in agony, before crawling to his feet, and the rejuvenated Metal Dragon charged toward him. Magnus ducked a clothesline, but Thomas Cathy, who was still standing on the apron, was not so fortunate, eating a brutal forearm, the force sending him flying off the apron to the outside. Magnus took a ready position, before spinning 360 degree, bending his elbow before spitefully and brutally driving it into an incognizant Metal Dragon’s gashed face. The United Glory Champion was once again left sprawling on the canvas, while an arrogant Detroit Michigan born Magnus Gunner was left holding his arms with pride.

~Jimmy Pate}- “Dragon’s brief comeback was squashed by that Roaring Elbow. He’s been beat like a government mule and his chickens have come home to roast!”

~Ray White}- “Although I don’t know what the hell you are talking about, I do agree, that MD has been beaten like he stole something. And that blood on the side of his face is such a turnoff. Someone had better throw in the towel!”

~Jimmy Pate}- “A little blood won’t cause MD to quit and give up! You of all people should know that, since you’ve watched behind him for-”

~Ray White}- “Indeed, I have watched his behind for some time, but the towel is for him to clean up, because his face resembles those of every poor sap who eats your half cooked barbeque!”

Magnus Gunner saunters toward the nearest corner, before slowly ascending up it, still glowing with confidence and egotism, holding one arm high and ostentatiously. But the Rock Messiah’s arrogance would be his downfall, as Matthew Oliveira forced himself back into the equation, leaping onto the apron. Magnus Gunner saw the incoming threat, and quickly buried his fist into Ollie’s face. He followed up with anther stiff shot, the latter of which sent Ollie tumbling to the concrete below. But the Canadian’s intrusion had slowed down Gunner, allowing Metal Dragon to capitalize as he had burst upon the scence, slamming his arms across Gunner’s lower back. The man of 1000 words who was concealed in a crimson mask, climbed up the turnbuckle before reaching under one of the Rock Messiah’s arms with his corresponding arm. He placed the palm of his hand on Magnus’ neck, pushing Gunners arm in the air, executed a brillant half-nelson. MD warpped his free arm around Gunner’s waist, before violently briding his back and draggin Magnus from his perched positioned seated at the top of the turnbuckle. The two crashed down to the mat with a thud, with Metal Dragon thrusting Gunner into the canvas on his neck and shoulders, slightly shifting the ring and igniting cheers of “This Is Awesome” from the crowd.

~Ray White}- “Tiger Suplex 85 from the Top Rope. Thanks to Matthew Oliveira anyways. He should have been disqualifed for having interrupted Magnus’ gracefulness.!”

~Jimmy Pate}- “I think we can just discard DQ’s from tonight, because both teams would have been disqualified a long time ago! The fact remains, that amazing manuever just put Stone Orchard into the driver’s seat!”

~Ray White}- “Don’t worry, they’re sure to get in a fender bender with that clunker they’re driving!”

[MattOliveira]

Dragon lies on his back and glares blankly at the lights shining down on him of the California arena, basking in the successful execution of the high-risk table-turning maneuver. He twists his body, groaning, as he rolls onto his stomach and drags himself over to the equally grounded Magnus Gunner. The Tennessee Titleholder extends an arm across the torso of the Detroit Native, vying for victory in the name of his Canadian counterpart and his own. The referee dives at the signal and holds his hand aloft, applying the umpteenth pin attempt during the contest.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“TH-“

The Pistol interjects the pin with a right arm jutting into the air, lifting his shoulder from the canvas. MD drives his patellae into the mat and presses his body into kneeling, arms resting on his hamstrings. Uncovered, Gunner groggily begins to sit up, his eyes closed in an ache sent through his back. Rather than scoping out his Nashville-Native opponent’s whereabouts, he pivots on his hip flexor and begins to return to a stand. Unfortunate and unbeknownst to The Messiah, his newly obtained vision is taken over by the scenic qualities of Metal Dragon’s armpit as he stands over him, applying a Dragon Sleeper and returning him to a seated position. His neck rests on the boundaries of hyperextension as another groan of pain seeps through his respiratory system from the pressure exerted. As moments pass by that The Family’s hopes in the contest are in limbo, Thomas Cathy, the illegal man, begins to slither into the ring. As he pulls himself along the mat’s surface, flanking MD from the back, the recovered Genius closes in; leaning over the apron. The Welshman rises to his feet only for them to be hoisted out from under him as Matt ducks under the bottom rope and latches onto his ankle, dragging him from the squared circle like a special guest enforcer and out to the ringside area. Before he gets his bearings, Thomas is met with a flurry of quick right hands from the Stone Orchardian, ready for another round. Quickly, Oliveira grips Cathy by the back of his head and coerces him across the border and into the guardrail. Fans nearby give a cheer as Tom-Cat hits the steel, his underarm catching him from falling to the ground. Another grasp of the Cardiff Cliffhanger’s head sends it bouncing off the top of the same rail, a second uproar of support spewing forth from those faithful to the tag team champions. The Genius shoves Tom against the barrier to widen his target and keep him from a defensive pose, reeling back his right hand once more but in opposite direction, driving a Flair-esque chop over his pectorals. In rebuttal, Cathy shoves Matt backward, leading the Canuck spine-first into the ring apron with a grunt. The Welshman, seeming undaunted by the previous hammerings, steps forth and grips his rival by the forearm and lurches back, sending Oliveira himself into the same guardrails. In excitement, the crowd roars again, every contact between the heavyweights pleasing them. As he lean into the barricade with both arms hung over the top, Oliveira groggily watches jabs from Thomas pummel his brow –his head quivering with each blow.

JP: “I’ll say it again, Ray, these two are relentless. It’s like watching Terminator 2…or 3…or whichever one with the explosions and what have you. Either way, a pair of brawlers –one a Welsh, one a Canadian- will always have some combustible results…and the fans are getting a darn good view of it, too.”

The tables turn once more as Matt drives a boot wildly into Cathy’s knee, stalling the mobster enough that he can pick himself up off his hanger. Thomas staggers back somewhat and is victim to a patented haymaker, leading him to lean on the ring apron himself. Fans rush against the guardrail as Matthew holds himself up, The Genius glancing over his shoulder to those in attendance and instinctively grabbing a cup of beer from a fan’s hand. Rather than a Popeye-like guzzling of the brew, he grabs the neck of Thomas and slams the frothy beverage against his skull, sending the spewing of alcohol over the area, including both men. Thomas finds himself blind as the stinging sensation fills his eyes from the hap-hazard hops and barley had splashed into his vision, finding himself taken under Oliveira’s arm and flung shoulderblades-first into the railing for a third time with a Russian Legsweep. Both men slunk to the arena floor, growing weary and groaning miserably, midst a puddle of beer surrounding them.

Meanwhile, the two legal men –Dragon and Gunner- are bargaining for control of their current affair. Gunner slowly grows in height as he makes his way to his knees, still locked in MD’s Dragon Sleeper. The position leaves the tag champ bend over his opponent, still trying to keep Magnus immobile. However, Gunner reaches overhead and grabs MD by the neck with both hands, pulling forward and taking the Tennessean to the canvas with a snapmare. Seizing the new opportunity, the Michigan Man locks in a basic headlock, albeit not in time as MD pivots in place to a stand. Dragon steps backwards with Magnus holding tight as they bounce lightly off the ropes, the added momentum able to free MD from the clutches of his opponent. The Loaded Pistol is sent across the ring and into the opposite ropes, and upon his return does the Metallic One drop prone to the canvas. With a small hop over, Magnus hits the ropes for a second time as Dragon jumps up to his feet, both men scout out the next best option to put one another rout of commission. As Gunner makes his return trip, both men of opposing factions outstretch their arms and come colliding with one another’s tracheas, hurdling shoulders first to the mat below. It is then, out of loving concern and to disturb the shit that previously laid unstirred, Haven Silver climbs the ring apron in the nick of time that the more aware of the two, Metal Dragon, rolls onto his stomach for the cover. The official, once again distracted, furrows at the notion that the deviant valet once again chooses to disturb the “peace” of the championship contest –specifically after he had sought so long to get it under the control that the match had almost acquired. Haven swings her purse madly as the referee closes in, barking out the ugliest of objections which only contrast to her fairly attractive appearance. Having felt enough abuse, the official’s teeth grind once more, until her juvenile tactics are met with the ultimate of reprimanding that a member of authority can afflict…

“ALRIGHT! That’s it! You! Get the hell out of here!”

The referee turns around with his gesture like that of a baseball umpire’s, verbally and in pantomime, throwing Haven Silver from ringside for the remaining duration of the contest. Haven stamps immediately in her high-heels, somewhat of a hissy-fit coming over her as the fans begin to cheer. Metal Dragon, not knowing of goings-on but his pin attempt going unheeded, simply rolls off of Magnus and awaits the next flurry of battle to commence. Silver continues with her fussing, fidgeting and unsure as to what to do –not wanting to leave from both tactical, and relationship reasons. Overhearing the commotion at ringside, Matthew creaks back to his feet and approaches Haven from behind, taking into account that he may have to play bouncer in this situation. As he casually watches from below Haven’s pedestal on the apron, the referee once again makes his command that the escort leave the area immediately, which goes unwarranted like the demands made previous. So, assuming as the ironic peacemaker between valet and referee, Oliveira paternally grasps Haven by the wrist. Haven turns around in surprise, unable to react as she’s taken over the Canuck’s broad shoulder face-down in a fireman’s carry position. Matt grins slyly with an arm cupped in the middle of Sliver’s upper legs to keep her from falling; upon account of her tantrum of flailing and pounding the back of the tag champ with balled-up fists. The Genius carries Haven around half of the squared circle’s perimeter on his way to “escorting” her off the premises until his comedic antics get the better of him –leaving him susceptible to Thomas Cathy. Indeed, the Welshman collides with the exposed abdomen of Oliveira with a spear, sending all three (Oliveira, Cathy, and the hoisted-up Silver) crashing to the floor at the base of the aisleway.

Ray: “Spear from the Tom-Cat sends them all to the ground! This seems more of a Three Stooges episode than a whole “toughest-teams-in-EVPW-match” event…”
JP: “Did you just make a comment that didn’t possess any kind of innuendo whatsoever?”
Ray: “Penis. Cock. Balls. There, happy now?”
JP: “Whew…thought something was up.”

Ironically, a pairing of referees make their way down the aisle to the aftermath of Cathy’s assault to attend to Haven while, in-ring, Magnus seems undaunted by his troublesome love interest. Gunner hoists The Man of Golden Words atop his shoulder and scoop slams him to the canvas, perpendicular to the nearest turnbuckle. With a duo of stomps to Dragon’s cranium, he turns his attention to scaling said turnbuckle in hopes to knee, fist, leg, elbow, or body drop his way to championship-dom. The wear, tear, and physical exertion of the match has Magnus slower than usual as he begins to ascend from the outside of the pads. Unfortunately for the Michiganian, the resiliency of an equally fatigued MD leads his rival to pick himself up from the slam in enough time to meet Magnus at the apex of his climb…at the top rope. Both men lock eyes, Magnus’s stricken wide and pleading, his head shaking for Dragon not to do the inevitable. Of course, the Nashville-Native never was much of a negotiator as he shakes and quivers the top rope with his hands, causing the Loaded Pistol to slip and…crush his bullets on the turnbuckle pad in a straddle.

Ray: “OOH! That may have unloaded the Pistol, right there…”
JP: “…ugh.”

MD pumps a fist into the air with a monotonous, manly, and outright generic roar before he scales the pedestal that Gunner is painfully positioned on. With a swaying of his body, he perches himself on the second rope and jabs a smattering of fists to the steadied skull of Magnus as he configures his top-rope repertoire for his next all-out assault. Dragon then tucks Gunner’s head under his arm, and does the same with his own at the Rock Messiah’s ribs. With this in place, Dragon begins to obtain the footing to raise the Deviant Detroiter from his “nutsackular” base. At that same time, the ever vigilant Tom-Cat rolls into the ring with the knowledge of MD’s plans. The Cardiff Brawler takes great strides to flank his title-holding opponent as the American takes a creaking step to the top rope –dragging Magnus with him. Cathy simply ducks between Dragon’s legs and hooks his head under the pelvis of the Tennessee-fairing southerner. With this, Cathy raises his arms and places them over both of MD’s legs, standing directly below him. Sensing the demise that awaits him, the legal Stone Orchardian wobbles at his perch as his legs are taken out and replaced with the base of the Tom-Cat. Thomas, looking to put the exclamation point on the match, joins both Dragon and Gunner by stepping onto the first and second rope. All this time, the subdued Magnus is left to watch as his partner attempts to apprehend his current opponent…without realizing that if he is successful, he’s TOTALLY screwed. However, since there is only three men to this madness and four men in the match, Oliveira trails Tom-Cat as he himself enters the ring. The Genius strides quickly towards the impending tower of doom in the corner, watching as the trio of men creak, unsure as to which way to go in the attempts of not falling in the first place. Not one to leave the ground, Matthew simply hugs Tom Cat, whom is standing now on the second rope with Dragon seated on his shoulders, whom is in a tie-up with Gunner roughly eight feet above the mat (or about twelve feet from the arena floor, God forbid). With this assumed gesture of love, Oliveira clutches his own forearms around the waist of Cathy and places a single boot against the bottom turnbuckle. Before he performs the final task leading to the most ultimate of turmoil, Matthew looks up from where he stands to the suspended frame of his partner, MD. He furrows, and the masterful plan of destruction ready to unfold being preferred OVER the well-being of his partner…

Matt: “Dragon…I’m sorry about this, dude.”
MD: “Shut the fuck up and just do it! You owe me!”

Oliveira drives his foot into the bottom rope, pushing off it with all his might. This then upsets the balance of Tom Cat –whom he clings on to. With Cathy now being propelled backward from the second rope, elementary law follows as Metal Dragon, seated on his shoulders –and Magnus Gunner still TOTALLY screwed in a suplex lock-up are too swayed to the middle of the ring. Magnus is tossed overhead of Dragon for extra leverage as all four men fall to the canvas…

*BAM!*

JP: “Oh my GOD!”
Ray: “…shit!”JP: “It’s…it’s…a combination German Suplex, Electric Chair, Superplex! Like a freaking H-Bomb just detonated in the ring!”
Ray: “THAT….just…THAT.”

All four men collide back-first to the mat, spanning the entire width of the squared circle with the Middleweights taking the most significant amount of the force as they lay motionless after a dramatic sprawl of pain and concussion sent through them. Cathy himself landed with the brunt of his weight exerted on the back of his neck, and as for Oliveira, he ended up with his head squished by Thomas’s lower half. In conclusion, he may have been the luckiest out of the equation, but in no mood to make a last-stitch attempt to get up.

TBCB Hayden

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

The carnage strewn across the ring becomes evident when the dust settles from the ring levelling impact. Looking not unlike the aftermath of the Alamo, three of the four men lie strewn randomly across the battlefield, the fourth, letting his long wavy black hair flow freely over his shoulders, crawls to a vertical base. Oliviera, looking down at the devastation created by his own hand, takes a short time to catch a breath, his elbows resting on his thighs, while sweat drips from his face. Flicking his hair back behind him, he tunes in once more when he had regained his composure. Before he turns his attention to the opposing team, the Hardcore Genius flashes a glance over at his partner, making sure Metal Dragon had survived the Totem Pole of destruction somewhat. Satisfied, the Canadian Genius saunters over toward the downed Rock Messiah, Gunner not in any state to see the big man approaching, let alone prepare him for the impending onslaught. His saving grace comes in the form of a zebra clad official, desperate to return some sense of control to the quickly escalating riot that is unfolding before him. The referee intercepts the Canuck’s path, blocking him from pummeling the legal man any further; while giving the heavyweight a friendly reminder that he is not supposed to be in the ring at present. Sensing defeat in the ref’s impenetrable invisible defensive wall, Oliviera allows himself to be escorted back to his corner, knowing that he had done all he could for now.

The ref, still wanting to purge the ring of any unwanted combatants, puts his own feet to work, rolling the Welshman over to the side of the canvas with the sole of his shoe, before giving him one last push to send him falling to the ground outside the ring. Comically, the ref brushes his hands together after his spot of “house-cleaning”, ready to call the rest of the match without unnecessary interruptions. The two left in the ring are perhaps the two worst off after the Totem Tower collapse, neither of which look as though they are in any shape to reach their feet, despite the Orchard directed spurring on chanting that erupts from around the arena.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
“Doing all he can to keep the match under some sense of control, the ref has taken charge once more… Although I suspect that this will not be the last time he has to jump in tonight to remind the combatants who is boss.”

~~Ray White~~
“Some guys like a man who can show others who is boss. I like a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to get it…”

~~Jimmy Pate~~
“What is this, a dating service? Ray, nobody asked you for your comments… Lets keep our thoughts to ourselves, ok?”

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The Nashville Native is the first to reach his feet, slowly dragging himself to a vertical base by using the ring ropes as a giant, bendable crutch. The Rock Messiah, having received the worst of the impact of the totem tower of destruction, is still labouring in agony when Metal Dragon had refocused his wandering mind to the match once more. By the time Gunner had gathered himself enough to reach an arm up, hoping in vain that an invisible power would help him to his feet, MD was waiting for him. Grabbing the Family member by his outstretched arm, he tugs him to his feet forcibly, whipping him toward the ropes once more. Magnus runs in a punch-drunk stupor, bounding uncontrollably into the ropes and getting himself launched back across the ring. At the same time, Metal Dragon sets off himself, running into the ropes at the other side. With dastardly intentions filling his mind, the Tennessean tag-champion lines his foe up, beginning to droop his shoulder as he approaches.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Dragonfire is locked in and Magnus Gunner is running on fumes right now. Metal Dragon is determined to break his battered opponent in half!

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With his energy running out and the rebound not as impacting as one would have hoped, the Family’s soldier piddles out, collapsing to his knees mid-stride. Unable to pull himself back from the impending high-impact spear, MD’s Dragonfire dragon-fires right over Gunner’s head, the veteran champion soaring like a bird till he crashes into the mat, right under his tag partner’s feet. Oliviera, still bursting at the seams to get into the match, reaches over and slaps his partner on the chest; tagging himself into the ring. Without wasting a single second, MO slips into the ring, striding over to his fallen opponent and lifting the Rock Messiah by the seat of his pants. Steadying Gunner with a hand to the shoulder, Oliviera spins him around and around, till he is unsure which way is up, and then he releases the middleweight, sending him skidding out of the ring. Gunner flies right under the bottom rope, straight into the face of the Tom-Cat as the Welshman was standing to his feet, much to the delight of the crowd… and Stone Orchard.

The Welshman, not seeing the shot coming, takes two of his own teammate’s boots right to the chin, sending him flying backwards till he is stopped abruptly by the side of the commentary desk, a booming thunder-like rumble reverberating through JP and Ray’s headsets alike. Oliviera, smile returning to his reddened face, wastes little time in following the legal man to the outside, despite the ref’s protest. Once again, the Hardcore Genius picks the smaller man up roughly over his shoulder, one hand under Gunner’s knee, the other placed on his opponent’s shoulder, steering him where the Genius desires. Eyeing up the commentary desk, Oliviera winks at his partner, who picks up on the hint without so much as a verbal instruction. Metal Dragon slinks into the ring, bumping into the ref from behind and pushing him off balance. Instantly, the Tennessean begins to apologize to the referee for his carelessness, distracting the official from the action at hand. The only thing that grabs the ref’s attention once again is the unmistakable sound of human body falling through heavy-set wooden table. When the ref wheels around again, Oliviera is standing with a shocked look on his face, desperately trying to hide his smile. Magnus Gunner, however, is lying amidst the mess and carnage of the broken commentator’s desk. Slowly and painfully, the Rock Messiah’s chest heaves with each breath, the only sign of life coming from the youngster’s body at all. Around the arena, the crowd had worked themselves up into a frenzy, the Stone Orchard chants louder than ever at their insurmountable teamwork abilities. With the ref still looking accusingly at him, Oliviera protests, claiming simply:

”He just fell through the table…”

Unable to prove otherwise, the ref throws up his hands in defeat, instead deciding to begin the ring count. Shaking his head in a mixture of stress and disappointment, the referee throws up both hands, counting the first of ten counts…

“One…”

~~Ray White~~
What?! Matthew Oliviera just destroyed Magnus Gunner, and the ref stood by and let it happen.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Burning Hammer through our table, normally I would be pissed, but hell… That was impressive!
The teamwork that Stone Orchard has been showing tonight is what puts them on another level. For better or worse, they get away with things that other teams simply cannot.

~~Ray White~~
Goodness, they are almost finishing each other’s sentences by now.
It helps that they have an incompetent ref. How could he miss that?
They need to get another ref out here right now, before this gets fully out of hand. Jesus, I could do a better job…

~~Jimmy Pate~~
That is saying something Ray, really it is. Don’t get your panties in a bunch though Nancy-boy, this is not the easiest match to control, in case you hadn’t noticed.

With the ref’s count reaching five, Oliviera takes heed and steers himself toward the ring. A second later, coming to his senses, the Welsh street enforcer drags himself to his own feet, before heading over to his decimated partner. Straining from the effort, the Welshman picks up the Rock Messiah, putting him into a fireman’s carry and lumbering back over to the ring. The ref had reached a count of eight before the Tom-Cat can roll the unconscious Gunner inside the ring. Shaking his head slowly, Cathy watches helplessly as Oliviera drags him into the center of the ring, eyeballing the Cardiff Crusher as he pins the smaller Family member. The ref, almost ecstatic that the match could be over, slides into position and begins to count the pinfall

“One…”

TBC SO