Main Event :: SCW Deathmatch

[Ryan Hughes]

The crowd is still rocking from witnessing the battle of the returning Vladimir Strife and the great pretender of the Family, Magnus Gunner. They are all cheering and shouting at the top of their lungs; it is a surprise that most of them still have voices to shout with. As the carnage from the previous bout is cleared away by many acne-filled, squinty eyed helper monkeys, the camera pans around the vast, multicolored sea of EVPW fanatics as each and every one of them vies for the cameraman’s attention. We manage to catch a glimpse of the second and third rings being fitted to the first, whilst the thumbtack pool and glass walls are carried in to position, preparing the fans for a feast of gore. Eventually, the camera feed switches to the commentary table as Jimmy Pate and Ray White give their analysis of the main event.

“Well, tonight has been a good night so far, we crowned two new champions, and now we get to see some serious carnage in this SCW Deathmatch, which seems to be a staple of Equinox now.”

“To be honest, I don’t care. This is for the number one contendership to a secondary title. AND IT WAS BOOKED HIGHER THAN THE TWO MAIN TITLE MATCHES!”

“But look at it this way; we get to see sheer violence. People are putting their careers on the line here.”

“Yeah, but look at some of the people in the match, they haven’t even wrestled on EVPW TV as much as main evented it.”

At this moment, “Carnival de Paris” by Dario G burst in to life from the PA system, giving this gory setting a lighter feel…. More of a party atmosphere. Leaping through the curtains is a man… in a mask. The fans don’t know whether to cheer or boo the superstar, so they simply applaud politely as they dance to the carnival music.

“EXHIBIT FUCKING A!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the folling match is the SCW Deathmatch, in which eliminations are caused by pinfall or submission, and the last tag team standing is the winner, and will face Stone Orchard for the United Glory Tag Team Championships at Killing Grounds! Introducing first, from Chihuahua, Mexico, weighing in at 231lbs…… EL NACHOOOOOOOOOOO GRAAAAAANDEEEEEEEE!”

Nacho skips down the ramp, making light work of its length, as he slaps some of the outstretched fan’s hands. He runs the rest of the length, before doing something unusual- sliding the full length of the ring to get to the other side. He lands on his feet once more, before grabbing an extra microphone from the timekeeper’s desk. He slides back in to the ring, before raising the mic to his part concealed lips.

Nacho: “Ladies and Gentlemen, my partner, my mentor…. RYAN! HUGHES!”

The fans roar in anticipation, awaiting the Mancunian Masochist as there is a small silence from the speakers around the arena. The awkward silence in the arena is cut like a knife through butter, as the song "The Hindu Times" by Oasis begins to play. The fans seem to erupt in cheers and screams for the Chief Batmanite, as he pushes his way through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp. He has a disgruntled look on his face, as if he doesn’t like where he is right now. All the while, he walks down the ramp, allowing the fans to slap his back or simply touch him. All the while, his manager, Smarky Smark, follows along with an almost sour look towards the fans.

“It doesn’t look as if Ryan likes what he has gotten in to…. But who cares? He’s back! And so is Smarky!”

“What are you talking about Jimmy, Ryan is the man who created the Mancunian Street Fight remember, and- oh yeah, he lost it. Never mind.”

“And the partner. Hailing from Manchester, England and weighing in at 241 pounds….. RYAN…..HUGHES!”

Ryan rolls in to the ring, as Smarky makes his way around the three ring structure, examining the different combustible elements, including the thumbtack pool, the glass walls and of course….. the explosives. The Batman pats Nacho on the back, and the two head in to the corner of the “W” ring, as they begin to talk tactics, even though Macho doesn’t understand much.


TBC Any of the other hundred people in this match.

NOTE: This is what the SCW Deathmatch looks like:



I'm guessing the bits without explosive walls or razor wire ropes have no barricades, so you can just fall off.

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Little time is wasted before the sounds of CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" hits the arena. On the ButcherTron, the Family's insignia flies proudly, as red and blue lights flicker around the arena, much like that of a police car. The song plays through the introduction before two shadowy figures appear at the back of the entrance stage, just inside the curtains. Nothing is said between the men, who stand side by side at the top of the stage. One man stands out as slightly more built than the other, but giving away a hair in height, with very little distinguishing between them. As the light shines upon the pair, their faces are lit up, revealing determined looks of readiness and the desire to win.

Looking at each other for the first time, the men step off into the light and the noise of the arena. The chorus of booing that greets them seems nothing out of the usual for either man, albiet a strange partnership to say the least. Thomas Cathy leads the way, adjusting his Fedora as he walks. NVX, striding just behind, wears a black T-Shirt, reading "I'm with the Family"[/i] complete with the Family's insignia printed proudly on the chest like armour. The Family's music continues to play as the pair walk in.

"With my perceptions in a mix,
down 20 miles to the sticks.
To the clouded town of Helwiew:population 96.
Excessive vacancy, well maybe,
in the shadow of an eye.
All the strangers pass right through it,
where the rules just don't apply."

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The pair walk toward the ramp with a confident strut, their perceptions leading them toward victory. Each step they take giving them a chance to gel more as a team. With ego's and history aside, both NVX and the Tom-Cat stare up at the structure before them, their eager eyes scanning around the arena an awe. Closer and closer they come, while Hughes and El Nacho Grande look on patiently, knowing that waiting out the entrances alone will be a long and labourous task.

~~Lizzie Morna~~
And introducing secondly...

Representing "The Family" tonight and weighing in at a combined weight of Five Hundred and Five Pounds, they are the team of the Dark Prince of Extreme, NVX and the Tom-Cat, Thomas Cathy!

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The pair continue their walk to the ring as the song carries on. They do not rush, looking to keep up their confident and cool exterior, giving them a slight psychological boost. They do not let the intimidation of the danger of the structure that quickly dawns on them to faze themselves, their appearance or their gameplan. Both men look as detirmined as the other to walk away victorious. Slowly, both men take the steel steps to the ring, joining the previous team inside. For the first time, they talk, sharing ideas and discussing their plan, running it over once more with a fine tooth comb. Noding carefully, the Tom-Cat shows that he is on the same page as his newcome partner, with NVX showing the same level of respect.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
This team is the brainchild of the Godfahter, Hayden HardKore... Er, the "bad" Hayden HardKore that is.
This could be the team that Hayden needs to push his franchise over the edge. Both of these men are accomplished Singles fighters, but combine them together and who knows what damage they could do!

~~Ray White~~
I would be willing to find out JP!

Look at the definition of the muscles in this team. They have power, they have sex appeal and they have the animalistic look in their eye that says "Take me... Take Me!"

~~Jimmy Pate~~
I'm pretty sure thats NOT what it says Ray, maybe you have gotten your wires crossed again. Either way, this will be a team to watch. Intimidation, power and speed. They have it all.

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Both NVX and the Tom-Cat shake hands with each other, knowing that what will be, will be. They look over to the only other team who has entered so far, smiling confidently. Flexing his muscles, the Tom-Cat scans his eyes around the arena, gathering ideas for potential uses of each item. From the flaming tables to the thumbtack bath, each poses its own set of problems, problems that the Family will have no porblem highlighting to other teams.

TBC others

OOC: Added you in here NVX, trying to speed up the entrance process

[Jake Diamond]

Jake's contract: evpw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=3294
Hyper's contract: evpw.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=2518

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Lizzie Morna: “And another set of opponents...”

“YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME?!”

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Everyone in the ring and the arena turn their heads to the entrance tunnel which is suddenly engulfed in a shower of sparks as the signature police siren blares following the signature entrance line. With the lights flashing randomly and rapidly in unison with the beat of the song, ”The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer plays proudly as the silhouette of the two men who proudly represent their SCW heritage displays through the spray show. The fans, wildly anticipating if the heated rivals can work together, continue to stand anxiously on their feet as Lizzie takes the microphone once again.

LM: “... Standing at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty two pounds and two of the last surviving remnants of the Solid Core... Hailing respectively from Concord, California and ‘the Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois... They are the team of Hyper Elf and ‘The Future’ Jake Diamond!”

Emerging simultaneously, Jake Diamond and Hyper Elf appear like two similar peas in a pod. With Hyper Elf wearing his signature long blue and green wrestling tights with his designs all over it, Jake’s match identically but only in a black and white transition. Peering down at the plain black trench coat he wears, Hyper looks over through his blue shades at Jake’s simple black vest. Jake peers back at his long time foe turned ally through his own set of aviators and with a cleverly familiar skeleton grin spread across from cheek to cheek. Both men then look up at the ring structure before them and the chaos that reigns around it and the looks on the face of their opponents before them. This ride was going to get bumpy, and it was going to be bloody.

Jimmy Pate: “I swore I’d never see the day the heated rivals of Jake Diamond and Hyper Elf would see eye-to-eye on anything, yet here they stand. This is going to be Jake’s first encounter with this match type.”

Ray White: “Yet you doubt how he’s going to do?! It’s Jake Diamond for crying out loud! He enjoys working up a sweat more in these types of matches than I do watching!”

JP: “Which, speaking strictly perversely, is quite a bit. I’m just worried about their unity, I mean; we could see an immediate dissolution between the two of them.”

RW: “That or the match is going to be a game that these two play perfectly...”

Looking over at each other once again, Jake and Hyper nod in agreement and suddenly toss their shades into the audience and throw down their coats and rush to the ring. Keeping up pace to pace with each other, two of the most energetic men in EVPW waste no time in getting down to ground zero. Ignoring the ring steps leading up to the ring and the bath of thumb tacks and flaming tables they pass, Jake and Hyper slide directly into the “S” ring and pop instantly up to their feet, standing on either side of the elevated platform that is situation before them. Accepting the chants of “FUCK ‘EM UP JAKE, FUCK ‘EM UP,” Jake Diamond, with the constant smirk, gazes over to the “W” ring before him and stares ever so sadistically at Ryan Hughes and El Nacho Grande, carefully calculating their logic for plotting out a strategy.

Hyper Elf, meanwhile, does the same but over to the “C” ring where Thomas Cathy and NVX stand, doing a similar technique. Letting out a slight laugh to themselves, the two teammates look back over at each other, thinking of the same logic. A match of this type required no strategy; it was every man, woman, and child for themselves; it was kill or be killed. Hyper Elf and Jake Diamond were prepared to make them realize that as soon as the bell rang; the reapers were coming to take out the dead.

“Speaking of strictly experience, Jake Diamond and Hyper Elf have the edge above everyone, bar none. Do you think that plays a part in a match of this calibre?”

“Can’t say Jimmy, I mean it’s basically a gigantic clusterfuck and you win by being the most fucked out of the rest.”

“... Sadly, I must say, I couldn’t have said it any better myself...”

TBCB: ANYONE

[Winthorp Darkrites]

~ Lizzie Morna
"Introducing yet another team to the match.."

"This world is ours and we won't stand still."

"This is Exile" by Whitechapel begins blaring through the PA System, all eyes and focus turned to the stage, which is being consumed by a cloud of smoke. Two figures emerge from the smoke and both appear to be wearing the same sort of attire. Winthorp Darkrites steps out into the light to be seen by all, wearing his traditional attire that includes the trench coat. He ushers forward his partner who seems all too reluctant to be standing next to him, but is pulled forward by Darkrites. The Proeliator steps up next to The Italian Goth, giving The Goth a filthy look of dislike as the two share the stage.

"Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and ninety-two pounds. They hail from Milan, Italy and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Winthorp Darkrites and The Proeliator.. The Rocking Trees!"

~ Jimmy Pate
"What's funny about this team is their name, which sounds like it's a bit of a piss take on Stone Orchard's name. Don't you think it sounds a bit funny Ray?"

~ Ray White
"Bunch of pretenders is what they are and Magnus is their leader I expect."

"Infinitude sets thy vision toward the deep
Civilization will fall by the hand of all disease
Banished of all life and awoken from the grave
Eternal light will now be washed away
Desecration proclamation
How it feels to be demoralized
The life you live is now rotten and cold
This is exile"

The Italian Goth steps forward and begins his march down the ramp leading to the ring. The Pro walks slowly behind him, not wanting to look at his partner nor acknowledge his existence. Winthorp turns and gives his partner a stern look before sliding into the ring, The Pro doing the same momentarily after. Both The Goth and The Pro remove their trench coats and place them into the referee's arms. The ref takes the coats as the duo try and find solitude in one area in the ring, the other teams appearing to be intimidating as they flex their muscles and crack their knuckles in front of the two. "This is Exile" fades to nothing as the duo begin talking up a game-plan for the match, meanwhile waiting for a new team to appear.

TBC:

[skull]

"And the next team..."

Before continuing, Lizzie takes a quick sip of water, handed to her by the timekeeper, to save her throat during the constant never ending introductions.

Weighing in at 224 and 225lbs respectively. The team of Skull and Jeff Young.

The two competitors jog down the ramp, not wasting any time and side under the bottom rope.

Interesting team here, Jimmy. They've never teamed before but are about to test their partnership in one of EVPW's toughest matches.

Quite the wildcards, indeed. This is Skull's first SCW deathmatch but his protege Corrin Cobain was very very impressive in the last one along with his partner Duke Taylor but they eventually lost to the dream team of Vlad and Rhaps.

You'd have to wonder why Skull didn't pick Corrin as his partner but judging by his absence from ringside, I guess he's not in the building tonight.

TBC whoever's left

[jean]

'Ace of Spades' by Motorhead hits the PA system as the attention of the overly excited audience is diverted once again to the entrance where the next team is about to enter.

If you like to gamble
I'll tell you I'm your man
You win some you lose some
It's all the same to me
The pleasure is to play-
It makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed-
The only card I need is

The ace of spades
The ace of spades

Lizzie Morna: “And the following team, ... with a combined weight of 431lbs ... comprises of the debutant Jean Clovis Beauregard and Kylar McCartney."

Playing for the high one
Dicing with the devil
Going with the flow
It's all a game for me
7 or 11
Snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit
The devil's strike is split

The ace of spades
The ace of spades

Jean Clovis and Kylar emerge from the curtain of the entrance, one behind the other. Kylar walking into the spotlight whilst his partner trails in behind him, casually and as confident as they come. A spotlight follows them as they strut past the many fans that have gathered with their hands outstretched on either side yearning for a touch. Jean Clovis walks past them without even a glance. His eyes steady on the ring. His partner on the other hand stops by a pretty young lady in the front row, who just happens to catch his eye. The woman slips a piece of paper into his hands as he reaches out to kiss hers. The note, presumably holding the digits to her cell phone.

You know I'm going to lose
Cuz gambling is for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't wanna live forever
And don't forget the joker

Jimmy Pate: "I don't even know what to say about these guys. Jean Clovis here is a total newcomer. The first time to step foot in EVPW I believe and I don't think I've seen Kylar wrestle more than two times in his entire career here."

Ray White: "These guys don't even look like a team. The one with the mean look on his face seems like he's been forced to come here and the other looks like he's on a day out. Are they seriously here to compete?"

A smile engulfs the face of the handsome rookie as he leaves the flirty woman to take his stand besides his partner who seems to be fixated by the setup of the match before him. His mind racing through strategies he could employ. Unfortunately for Kylar, he doesn't seem to be in the mood for discussing.

Pushing up the ante
I know you've got to see me
Read'em and weep
The dead man's hand again
I see it in your eyes
Take one look and die
The only thing you'll see
You know it's gonna be

The ace of spades
The ace of spades

The music is cut off and the arena goes quiet once again as all the competitors await the final teams.


To Be Continued

[Demon]

The eyes of the ten competitors gaze from the three rings up at the entrance curtain. With each passing second, the anticipation inside the arena seems to grow greater, as every man and woman inside the place awaits the entrance of whichever men may be about to come down. As they wait, an eerie silence creeps over the crowd, as if they know that something unholy is about to make its way out. The silence is suddenly broken as the sound of shattering glass echoes through the arena, the noise seeming even louder due to the quiet that preceded it. Immediately afterward, the sound of Die Mother Fucker Die by Dope begins to play, leaving to doubt as to whom is about to make his way down to the ring. Demon pushes the flimsy black curtain from his path, walking into the view of the crowd. Immediately boos begin to rain down upon him, occasionally accompanied by various foods and drinks. The Masked Madman stands wearing his usual in-ring attire, consisting of black wrestling pants, a black muscle shirt, and his trademark mask.

"Introducing next. He stands six feet seven inches tall and weighed in tonight at three hundred and twelve pounds. He is the Psychotic Mastermind and former Imperial Champion...DEMON!"

Demon begins his slow gait down the ramp, drinking in the sights and sound of the night. It does not matter to him that the fans boo him, he never cared for their fickle opinions. However, tonight is special. Tonight, he makes a reunion with an old acquaintance, the only one who could team with him. The two would be a force to reckon with in EVPW for years to come. Demon continues to walk, and his music soon begins to fade out.

Once Demon is by the nearest of the three rings he turns to the right and looks up the ramp, raising a single hand to signal the partner of his choice for this night of macabre. The lights in the venue go out, all eyes focusing on the Butchertron that crackles to life. The scene is quite eerie. A little girl, roughly six years of age with long blond hair in pigtails and wearing a beautiful white dress, is jump roping playfully in what appears to be a Orchard of Stone. Her sweet, angelic voice sings out, but not with a pleasant hymn.

"One, two
He's coming for you,
Three, four
He's bringing blood and gore."

Suddenly, in the distance behind her, a van can be seen heading her way in her direct path.

"Five, six
Grab some kendo sticks,
Seven, eight
Gonna meet your fate."

As the speeding van gets closer, you can see that it is a circus van but the driver remains unidentified. At this point the little girl stops jump roping and gets a depressed look on her face, as if knowing what is to become of her.

"Nine, ten...
He's back again."

Just as she utters the words, the van careens into her and the screen goes blank. A few seconds pass by when a very familiar, yet totally disturbing laugh echoes throughout the building. Following that, a classic song by Metallica begins to blare.



The fans know the unmistakable laugh and respond with an overwhelming pop, and before the man in question even appears, they crush, jive, and elbow one another to get close to the railing. They look to the tron for verification and sure enough, the old Nicky video comes on showing him destroying people.

"OH MY GAWD! IT CAN'T BE! PLEASE TELL ME I AM NOT SEEING THIS!"
*Ray is clearly as shocked as Jimmy, and mortified also.*
"He's.. he's back! NO!"

"New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away"

The lights slowly come back on and standing atop the ramp is Nicholas Wayne Carson. Just like in his recent promo, the Narcotic Necromancer sports a pair of stained gray sweat pants and a equally stained white t-shirt. Luckily for the foes in the ring, Nicholas isn't carrying the nail gun or Indian scalping knife he was last seen with. He begins the slow march down the aisle, not feeling inclined to tag the slew of outstretched hands, even though the welcoming he garners is quite motivating. His focus is intense, anger boiling, and eyes meeting only one man out of many in the ring.. Jake Diamond. The crowd chimes in, chanting "NICKY'S HOME" proudly then singing along to the chorus of the song so fitting to Nicholas....

"What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN!"

He makes it to Demon and the two share a cold, emotionless stare before Nicholas raises both hands into the air and gives the fans the good ole middle finger. Despite the blatant heel tactic, the crowd still usher in support for him as the two former Imperfects enter the ring; Demon stepping over the top rope, Nicky slinking through the top and middle.

"They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me."

Just as the spectators are going to sing along to the chorus again, the music stops as Lizzie shys away from the man who tormented her on a few occasions, still managing to keep her professionalism.

"Introducing Demon's partner, hailing from Parts Unknown. He stands six feet, seven inches tall and weights in at 277 pounds... please welcome back the former Imperial Champion... the Maniac Mauler, NICHOLAS CARSON!"

TBC

[gabriel]

Silence strikes the arena, as the old out crowd are on their feet in anticipation of the next entrant. The majority of the participants confer with their partners allowing themselves to dream of victory and the spoils that come with it. A moment passes before the P.A. crackles once more, preparing to blast out the next entrance theme as smoke slowly seeps out from behind the velvet curtain. Immortal by Adema begins blaring over the system as the letters TNT flash across the screens in the arena. The curtains part as a lone figure is seen strolling onto the smoke filled stage. Tayler exits the smoke in his usual attire, his mma style glove wrapped tightly around a microphone. He raises his head and drags his left hand across his throat, signalling for his music to be cut, his attention turning to the vast amount of talent that fills the rings in front of him. He slowly brings the microphone to his lips before addressing the people that stand in the way of his title shot.

TNT “So when I signed up for this match, I had a few names in mind, a couple of friends I could turn to when in need of a favour. But asking someone to stand side by side with you in this sort of match isn’t simply a favour you can call in, no not by a long shot. I mean in order to stand any sort of a chance, you not only need someone who’s going to have your back when it counts, but also someone who will do whatever it takes to win. Someone who refuses to give up, when they find themselves lying face down in a pool of their own blood, rising like a phoenix from the Ashes where many would simply fade. And I honestly believe I have found a partner with all of these attributes needed to survive this brutal match.”

Tayler lowers his microphone and begins his approach to the ring as Lizzie prepares her somewhat redundant introduction of the WNG superstar.

Lizzie “Introducing, one half of the final team to enter this contest, Tayler Nathan Thomas.”

Tayler stops short of the ring area, where all of his opponents wait with baited breath. Many curious as to who TNT has managed to convince to join him in battle. TNT “Oh where are my manners, Lizzie you can sit this one out. And introducing my partner he is........

TBC my tag partner

[Rhaps]

Tayler stands in the ring, poised with the microphone in hand, ready to announce his partner for the match. The audience suddenly sits up and takes notice, not expecting Tayler Nathan Thomas to be able to find a partner in time for the match. Through the Fire and Flames by Dragonforce begins reverberating around the arena and everyone in the ring seems confused as to who it could be stepping through the curtain. A shrouded figure steps forwards before turning around, not sure who the six footer standing at the top of the entrance ramp is. He turns around and throws his arms up into the air, revealing it to be the worn face of the Safety Ranger himself. He has a new found exuberance as he throws his arms up again triumphantly. He shows his flair for drama as he looks up at the arena ceiling as a brilliant flash of fireworks erupts noisily behind him. The announce team, like everyone else in the building are awe struck at the Ice Cream Eater’s presence, expecting him to be dead.

Despite the fervor of crowd wanting to have their questions answered, Rhaps merely smiles at the crowd. They are still sizing him up, whether or not to expect the stab happy demon that stalked the corridors before he left or the hyper face known and loved in the hallowed halls of GHW. Rhaps quickly answers the question as he steps forwards. His in ring attire screams lunacy, his knee length shorts a mixture of varying hues of bright and vibrant colours. The words ‘SIC Maniac’ has been stitched into the material as Rhaps drops to a low stance, sizing up the competition in the ring. His gaze turns to TNT and he nods once enthusiastically as he draws a tub of SIC from seemingly out of nowhere and begins eating away happily.

TNT: My partner for tonight hails from Canterbury, England and he weighs in at 233 pounds. I know; he got a little heavier the fat bastard. He is the former Dragon’s Rage Champion, United Glory Champion and the previous winner of the SCW Deathmatch. Give it up for Rhaps.

The fans are still awe-struck by the presence of the Rhapsitastic One, still not believing the turn of events this night has had in store for EVPW. Rhaps laughs more to himself as he walks down the entrance ramp, the scar of the knife stroke across his neck visible as a thin white line; testament to the previous schizophrenic insanity that took over the once fan favourite. Rhaps breaks into a sudden run, charging headlong at the demonic SCW structure that has been assembled for tonight’s PPV. He slips in easily, standing next to his partner for the night and staring at each man in the ring. The more recognizable faces bring back memories of Rhaps’ time in EVPW in his first stint. His match with Demon and the times the Imperfects rode as the top of the food chain on both brands. This had long since passed and Rhaps shook his head, bringing his thoughts to the here and now. He throws his arms up again triumphantly and signals the belt around his waist, signaling his intent to go on an win the match before nodding with a grim set expression on his face.

TBCB

[Vladimir Strife]

((Okie Dokie, Gents and Dames. Being we have an astonishing 16 people in this match, we have a few formalities to go over real quick.

1. For the first round, we're asking you keep posts to around 5000 characters in length or so. This way, we've got time for more people to get in posts to keep it fair.

2. Stay down to 1 post per member for the first few rounds, just until we clear up the ring a little.

3. Reserved spots expire after 2 hours. If you have a post saying the spot is reserved and you don't get one up within 2 hours, it will be disregarded and deleted - No exceptions.

4. I'll give roughly 48 hours for first posts before we judge a few out.))

[NVX]

Upon seeing his former rival and somewhat of an ally, a supercilious smirk spreads across NVX's face. Seeing the man that has caused him so much pain, so much anguish, makes him shake with rage. However, part of him actually feels relieved. Surely his chances of winning this match have drastically changed, but he can't help but smile. Could he be pleased that Rhaps is alive? Or is it excitement? Maybe he is excited that Rhaps isn't dead so that he can kill him himself. Before he even has time to explore these thoughts, NVX just charges at Rhaps, smile intact. Just this one reaction causes an entire brawl. Thomas Cathy sees that his partner is going for the kill and joins in, targeting Tayler Nathan Thomas. The other twelve men instinctively go after each other. Diamond on Carson. Demon on Hughes. El Nacho Grande on Winthorp. Proeliator on Kylar. The newcomer, Jean Clovis on Young and Skull on the Hyper one.

Jimmy Pate: It looks like this match is underway! It looks more like a Goddamn riot than a match.

Ray White: So many sexy men, I don't know where to start!

Located in Ring S, a battle is going on between the teams of TNT and Rhaps against the Family. NVX and Rhaps are trading hard blows, neither man refusing to back down. Thomas Cathy, however, manages to knock TNT right out of the ring with a hard clothesline. TNT lands on the ground near the flaming tables. TNT inhales a breath of smoke emitted from the burning wood. He lets out a loud, phlegm-filled cough as the Tom-Cat creeps closer. TNT sees him coming and swiftly lunges himself at Cathy. TNT wraps both of his arms around Cathy's waist and squeezes him tight, insuring that he will not break out of the hold. Tayler falls back and throws Cathy over his shoulder. TNT lands on his back, but unfortunately for Thomas Cathy, he gets thrown over to one of the flaming tables. He crashes through the hard wood as the flame burns his flesh. The table is broken in half due to the weight for the Welshman being thrown onto it. The flame is almost immediately put out by Cathy's body.

Jimmy Pate: Unbelievable! We are less than a minute into this match and we've already seen someone go through a table. A table that was on fire!

Ray White: I hope that burn doesn't leave a mark. Cathy's back is one of the sexiest I've ever seen!

Jimmy Pate: Leave it to you to turn a man being put through a flaming table into something gay. Great job, partner.

Ray White: Partner? Please, you wish. I go for younger men, gramps.

Jimmy Pate: Commentating partner, you idiot.

NVX hears the sound of a broken wood and turns his head to that direction. Being the veteran that he is, Rhaps capitalizes on this situation and kicks NVX right above his waist. This causes NVX to bend down and cover up the area that he was kicked in. Rhaps continues his assault by throwing hard right hands at his former rival, forcing NVX to stagger back several steps. Eventually, NVX steps onto ring C, where most of the competitors are now fighting. Dazed from the hits, NVX stumbles down onto his back, leaving him completely vulnerable. He yells for NVX to get up, which he tries to do. Unwilling to allow NVX time to shake the cobwebs out of his system, Rhaps places both of his hands around the head of NVX. He pulls the Dark Prince of X-treme up to his feet. Rhaps quickly shoves NVX over to his right, where the edge of the ring is guarded by razor wire wrapped ropes. Unable to stop the momentum of the push, NVX stumbles back onto the wire. His back hits them. The sharp steel penetrates the tan skin of NVX, ripping it. Bright red fluid oozes out of the lacerations, staining the wire itself.

The stinging sensation of razors piercing his flesh causes NVX to let out an agonized grunt, a sound that Rhaps is very familiar with. Rhaps moves in closer to NVX. He holds NVX's chin between his thumb and index finger. Rhaps takes a moment to look at NVX, studying the man he has become since they last met. He sees pain in the eyes of the X-tremist. Pain and fear. He has seen this look from NVX dozens of times, but never like this. This was not the man he preyed on before. This was not the man he's haunted, injured, and stabbed. Just as Rhaps becomes lost in his thoughts, NVX spits a rather large wad of saliva at his enemy, bringing him back to reality.

Jimmy Pate: How disrespectful! How dare he show that kind of treatment to Rhaps.

Ray White: These men have history. What NVX did was perfectly understandable. He despises the man. Question is, how will Rhaps react?

TBC by whoever

(You know, it's really hard to do a 16 man match post around 5k, so sorry it's all about me, Cathy, Rhaps, and TNT)

[jean]

(Since NVX concentrated on those four, I thought I'd do the rest.)

As the battle amongst the EVP-Dubians continues the camera sets upon Proeliator and Kylar McCartney. The Londoner has his work cut out for him as he takes one of the members of the newly formed and highly rated Rocking Trees. Situated inside of the ‘W Ring’ the two superstars lock themselves into a grapple, battling against the strength of one another, twisting and turning as they continue their struggle as they attempt to throw the opposite into the explosive-rigged caged wall.

The debutant Jean Clovis has grabbed the upper hand on Jeff Young as he locks his opposite into a firmly held Full Nelson. The high-flyer struggles against the strength of the southerner and eventually manages to slip out but is caught full on as a stampeding Demon runs him over, missing his intended The Batman, who in turn pounces on the opportunity and lands a running knee strike into the skull of the former Imperial Champion. With both Demon and Young floored, the two victors of their personal battles turn to one another. Clovis throws the first punch, catching Ryan just wide of the jaw and into the side of the neck. Ryan makes a rapid reversal of a incoming right swinging fist, ducking below it in order to slip behind his opponent, trapping him in a waist lock before lifting him off his feet and dropping him to the canvas with a german suplex. Skull is shown stuck within the barbed-wired ropes at the far end of the platform with Hyper dishing out the beating whilst Winthorp has El Nacho at the mercy of surfboard submission. Ryan rushes in to save his partner having dealt with the Cajun, Jean Clovis.

JP: “This match is looking pretty controlled considering the amount of people there are in the ring. I was expecting a cluster brawl between anyone and everyone but it seems the EVPW superstars singled out there opponents in one-on-one action and so fat its been very exciting to watch.”

Ray: “Its only a matter of time till they lose their composure and have a 16-man orgy. I’m telling you Jimmy, these guys are animals. They can’t satisfy their urge with just one man.”

On the other side of the platform, the mammoth match-up is under way with former allies Nicholas Carson and Jake Diamond at each others throats. Carson in his usual face-painted portrayal of the joker strikes a sharp blow into the gut of Mr. Diamond before hooking his opponents arm over his head in an attempt to suplex the man from Chicago. His effort however, goes to waste as the Hyper One arrives at the scene, taking out the knees of the heavyweight allowing his partner to reverse the suplex on Carson.

The crowd sound their appreciation for the two favourites as they lift the former Imperial Champion off the ground and begin a two-on-one onslaught of the sadistic psycho with Hyper holding his arms back as the saviour delivers left and rights into abdominal region of Carson. Emerging out of nowhere arrives an infuriated Demon to the aid of his partner. Jake moves away from his immobilised prey and turns to the behemoth who clobbers him down with hefty forearm to the face. Hyper releases his hold and leads charge of the second fleet but proves no match for the monstrosity of the Imperfect.

Back to the ‘W’ section, the rookie team of Kylar and Jean find themselves up against the Rocking Trees. Winthorp, the 2009 Nexus Champion catches Jean in a spine-buster, following the Irish whip set up by Proeliator. Kylar immediately pegs the Italian Goth back with a trademarked spear, otherwise known as the ‘Deader Identifier’ but with the Pro lurking behind him, it was a poor decision as the other half of the Rocking Trees send him to the ground with a punt to the head.

…

[Slut (✿ ◕‿◕)]

Slipping out of the ring after having his face rearranged by the shear impact from the Demonic one’s forearm, the Second City’s native Jake pokes his head under the ring and instantly reappears with an Oliveira’s marked weapon, a thumbtack chair. Unfortunately for the devious man two sets of boots slide under the bottom rope and catches the Saviour square in his facial features; sending him sprawling to the concrete floor. Dropping out of the ring, the carcinogenic Carson picks the dreaded weapon up, sadistically turns it this way and the other measuring its quality and as if just to make sure it is genuine, slams the spiky surface into the forehead of a once rising Diamond before returning his sight back to where the hardcore party is raging on.

The brawl having had the contenders so drastically mixed proceeds. The Asian Sensation bloodied and beaten up lays balled up in the corner of the W ring where a glass wall and the barbed wire ropes meet up. He gasps in agony as an angry Irish man in the form of Tyler Thomas stomps a mud hole in his kidney. His partner Cathy still dazed outside of the ring further lowers the chances of his team surviving and more terrifying, further increases the chances of an injury. Tyler drags the bruised figure of NVX up using a limp arm, drapes a limb around a neck and waits as his partner the Beast Unleashed does the same with the other arm. The British due each grab a hold of a side of the Extreme Prince’s pants and turn towards the modified ropes. Together in synchronisation they heave and successfully lift their victim up to a horizontal height before slamming him abdomen first on the barbed wire ropes. The impact leaves a section of the ring shaking and the discriminated Asian screaming in agony.

RW: Beautiful! The Brits working together just created a portrait of hardcore beauty. It is only too bad that the resultant debt was paid in Eastern Blood. We don’t have much of that over here in the good old United States.
JP: For crying out loud Ray, how could you say that? Look at that man screaming, stuck on the barbed wire... its sick! How could you even bear to witness it never mind enjoying it?
RW: Easy, it turns me on.

Back inside the C ring Demon has mounted Hyper Elf, having his chin locked up in two giant hands as he pulls back, stressing the man’s spine with a camel clutch looking for a submission. His rapist partner, Nicholas walks past him and as if swatting a fly, slams his now slightly deformed thumbtack chair into a once flying Jeff Young who was trying to springboard some unknown manoeuvre. Next Skull bull rushes the armed Necromantic but unlucky for him, he gets doubled forward by the edge of the chair being speared into his stomach and drops to the canvas with a mighty chair blow to the back of his head and neck.

Across the other side El Nacho and Ryan see what just happened to Skull and his co, give up on the idea of pursuing and turn back instead to a lone standing Proeliator. The two smirk in confidence and look to each other before running headlong towards their new target. The Pro gives his flattened partner, the squirming Goth one quick look and rolls away out of the ring. Hughes slides out after him but Nacho curses and turns back to get slammed with yet another thumbtack chairs hot.

JP: Look Ray, Nicholas Carson is on a rampage here. He is singlehandedly clearing the field.
RW: He looks unstoppable. The way this thing is going, I’m looking forward to awarding my champions of the night with a mighty–
JP: No don’t say it! Concentrate on your job!

Next Nicholas with his now truly deformed chair sets his sight on the far corner of the W ring where Rhaps and TNT evilly taunt NVX by slapping him in the back of his head and calling him names while he is still stuck and suffering on barbed wire. Nikki closes in but then the British due turn and anticipate the run, both of them in a silent act of partnership fall down and scissor cross each of Carson’s legs with a dropdown toehold. Nicholas drops face first on the bottom barbed wire rope as he loses his chair. The first two time EVPW’s champion and the former Dragon’s Rage champion both get up and step in between the psychopath's legs and each grab hold of a leg, hooking it in Boston Crab format.

Mercifully for Carson, Clovis finally stands from his ordeal and as his first act punches Tyler in the face, resulting in him breaking his hold and stumble. Sensing the threat, Rhaps breaks his hold and hits a lariat dropping Jean back to the canvas though momentarily. As the rookie star tries to get up again this time Nathan sends him back to the canvas with a vengeful right fist strike. On this third trip to his feet, Jean gets help as Rhapsy and TNT aid him up themselves, each pulling at one hand. They each drape an arm across the newcomer’s neck and hook one of his around their own necks. Before their plan could be revealed though, Pro pop up from underneath the ropes and uppercuts two nicely placed fists from behind, aimed straight at the crotch. Both the Irish and the English bend forward slightly as the shock of pain registers in just to be further punished as Clovis, a French man turned into American uses the whole entanglement and jumps up to fall backwards; driving two big British heads into the canvas.

RW: Oh my, if that wasn’t a nasty surprise!
JP: Great display from our newest addition to EVPW. What a way to make a start in your career.
RW: If those two become infertile-
JP: RAY PLEASE!?

[Demon]

Clovis pops back up to his feet, a look of triumph plastered across his face after having successfully taken down both Rhaps and TNT with only minimal help. However, the celebration going on inside of his mind does not last long as the Proeliator springs forward, driving his muscled forearm into the throat of Clovis and sending him sprawling to the canvas. As his opponent falls to the ground, the Dark Warrior grabs a hold of Clovis's arm, halting his descent. Pulling the rookie back up to his feet, Pro drives his boot into the gut of Clovis, doubling him over. The Proeliator then proceeds to drape his arm around the back of the neck of Clovis, and lifts the young gun high into the air. Wasting no time, Pro falls back, allowing gravity to pull him and his opponent down to the ground. Clovis smacks off the canvas painfully and rolls away, holding his back to attempt to relieve some of the pain.

"A great suplex by the Proeliator there. He really picked his spot, helping out Jean Clovis and then taking the young man out while he was celebrating."

"That's why I love this guy so much. Even if he did injure Rhaps and TNT."

Over in the C ring, Hyper has finally gotten a respite from the constant pain due to the camel clutch Demon had applied earlier. His freedom is due to Jake Diamond, who has finally recovered from the earlier chair shot he took from Nicholas Carson. Jake hurriedly checks on the condition of his long time rival turned partner, and after finding him in still satisfactory condition, the Savior focuses his attention upon the form of the Demonic One. Jake runs forward, attempting a head-on assault of the much larger man. However, he is forced to duck underneath the forearm of Demon, as the Master of the Abyss attempts his own counter. Diamond bounces off the barbed wire ropes back first, ignoring the pain the digs into him from the sharp spikes. On his return trip, he leaps into the air and turns parallel to the ground. Unfortunately for him, Demon manages to catch him, and drives the Future straight into the mat.

"Slowly but surely, this match is degrading into the cluster-like brawl we had anticipated earlier."

"That just means I get to see more hot guy on guy action. YAY!"

Inside of the S ring, the teams of Ryan Hughes and El Nacho Grande and Skull and Jeff Young are entangled in a brawl. Hughes and Skull throw a constant barrage of lefts and rights at each other, looking to wear the other man down. However, both men seem to tire at a similar rate, and this tactic is soon abandoned by Skull, who sneakily slips under Ryan's guard and throws a forearm into the unprotected family jewels of Mr. Hughes. The Batman sinks to the canvas in pain, his hands cradling his crotch.

Meanwhile, Jeff and El Nacho lock up in a test of strength. Grande uses his superior size as an advantage, and he manages to push Jeff back into a corner. Nacho brings his right knee up and drives it into the sternum of Jeff Young, forcing the Extreme Enigma to double up in pain. Taking advantage of his opponents pain, El Nacho Grande places Jeff on the top rope in a seated position. He grabs a hold of the high flying superstar's head and places it upon his shoulders. Nacho begins running away from the turnbuckle and jumps into the air, pulling Young off the turnbuckle. As gravity takes effect, Jeff's jaw is driven into the muscled shoulder of El Nacho and he bounces off, coming to a halt with his back on the mat.

"Now that one looked painful. Jeff Young and Ryan Hughes both both taken down, and now it looks like Skull and El Nacho Grande are destined to fight."

"Aw, I wanted to see Jeff and Ryan duke it out. Both those guys are so sexy."

TBC

[Jake Diamond]

Back from his supine position in the “C” ring, Jake groggily sits up and looks at the utter chaos surrounding him. Over to his right and outside of the ring, the bodies piled from the ridiculous spear from Thomas Cathy are lifeless on the broken shards from the glass wall, looking more like a group of plague victims than professional wrestlers. To his left he turns and notices the terrible happening occurring in the bathtub; his partner having a legitimate bloodbath with the sadistic clown that set his sights on him from the early goings. The rest of the utter destruction, however, Jake has no time to analyze as the large and beefy hand of Demon wraps violently around his tender neck, gripping tightly around his throat and easily cutting off the circulation. Well aware of about what is to occur Jake preps himself and, as Demon pulls ‘The Future’ up to his feet, the self proclaimed ‘Savior’ pushes himself off of the mat, catapulting himself into the air. Unfortunately not getting the designated lift of air he was looking for, Jake still responds accordingly by catching the standing Demon by his head in a modified front face lock before swinging his momentum back and levelling his much larger opponent with a modified spike DDT.

Meanwhile, back in the other rings, the clusterfuck continues to rage on like syphilis in a brothel. In the “S” ring the legitimate tag team division continues as the battle between Ryan and Nacho against Skull and Jeff Young heats up. Erupting in an all out brawl, now El Nacho Grande and Skull have resorted to wildly swinging at each other, clobbering each other with aimless haymakers and hooks to each other’s face while their tag team partners just begin to push themselves up to their feet. However, noticing the mess from the “W” ring, NVX decides to get his aggression rolling and charges at the battle. Cocking back both fists, NVX rushes in and clubs both Nacho and Skull suddenly throwing himself in as a wild card into the match. The fans, excited about the wildness and the jungle that declares itself this match, are standing and cheering for the cheap bar brawl rip-off that has become the match in the triple ring creation.

Ray White: “Jimmy, this isn’t even a match anymore! It’s a war zone! All over the right to fight for the United Glory titles against Stone Orchard?!”

Jimmy Pate: “This match in itself has become a Stone Orchard... The bodies are everywhere and the bloodshed has already evolved to that of a horror movie...”

RW: “I mean it’s exciting but at what cost do they do this for?! Everyone who’s outside of the ring right now hasn’t even been moving!”

JP: “And everyone inside of the ring is wildly barraging each other with fists. I’m nervous to see what happens next...”

Jimmy Pate fails to realize, after the recent series of events, the next happening is only the most logical. The brawl going on now between the mutual standing forces of El Nacho and Ryan against Skull and Jeff Young with the addition of NVX appears to be in an all out stalemate which neither side gaining any possible leverage over the other. That, however, is where Kylar and Jean Clovis come into play. Making their way from the “W” ring, the two hotshot rookies set their sights ahead and rush into the action deciding to combine their forces. Immediately grabbing NVX from behind, both men twist the Asian sensation around before simultaneously driving a foot violently into his midsection, forcing him to double over in pain. Quickly catching him in a front facelock, Kylar and Jean look at each other with a smirk before swinging NVX’s arm over their heads before mutually grabbing him from his tights. Combining their strength, both men lift him high up into the air before dropping back and crashing him back first into the “W” ring. While he Asian member of the Family recoils from the assault, flopping around like a fish out of water, the hot young team of Jean and Kylar join in on the tag team brawl making it a tri-team rumble. In the section of the “S” ring, very close to the “W” zone, the triple team continues to barrage their fists rapidly and wildly at each other; all of which very unknown to the Diamond in the sky.

Standing on the top of the sturdy platform in the section between the “W” and “C” rings, Jake Diamond takes the opportunity from his perch to analyze his situation. First looking down at Demon, who was only beginning to stir, Jake realizes for this moment he was out of the equation while wiping the manifestation of blood coming from his head. Unaware exactly on how much he was bleeding, Jake ignores the pool of blood gathering around his feet from the large gash on his head and the decent sized pricks on his back, and looks down at his targets; the tag team ménage et trios. ‘The Future’ raises a hand in the air, making sure the anxious audience takes notice, before lowering and pointing it down in the shape of a gun at the massive amount of soon to be casualties before him. Then, taking his same hand, Jake makes the sign of the cross on himself before letting the words ”bad fucking idea...”[/i] escape from his lips. Shrugging it off Jake throws all caution to the wind and, after a small stepping start, leaps from the platform, twisting his body and stretching it across in a simple flying cross body. Not wanting to witness what occurs himself, Jake closes his eyes before feeling his entire insides crash against his own ribcage as he collides against the party of men below him. None of which being able to withstand the velocity at which two hundred and twenty two pounds of body weight comes hurdling at from fifteen feet above, they all buckle under the pressure, turning the entire SCW match landscape into a graveyard. Not a single man standing on their feet; instead, utter levelled out chaos.

TBC

SITUATION:
Carson + Elf: Bathtub
Winthorp: Laid out in burning table zone
Tom-cat, Pro, Rhaps, TNT: Out of ring, after gone through glass wall
Jake, Kylar, Jean, Skull, Jeff, Ryan and Nacho: Laid out after a diving cross body in the “S” ring
NVX: Laid out in “W” ring
Demon: Moving around in “C” ring