Main Event :: SCW Deathmatch

[Jake Diamond]

Holding the glass shard in his hands like a confused murderer holding his weapon, Rhaps, with an odd expression of nostalgia, peers over to the opponent trapped on the canvas. With the Clown skinned and mutilated the squirming and nailed down body of his long time foe suddenly catches the attention of the mentally disturbed Safety Ranger. Desperately trying to pry himself away from the mat, Jake opens his eyes to the sight of Rhaps, with a bloodied glass shard in hand, slowly making his way over, sending a surge of adrenaline rush through the body of The Future, trying to escape ever more desperately. Despite being a prime victim to being pinned, Jake is well aware of the torturing mindset of his rival from the New Era, the battle that began it all, who gently looks down at Jake with a tilted expression, confused as to what to do. Jake, imagining the worst, closes his eyes and grits his teeth as Rhaps places his knee almost lovingly against the Savior’s forearm. Clenching his own grip around itself in his right hand Jake holds his eyes tightly shut even as the seemingly twisted words echo into his ear from the Safety Ranger, ”This is going to hurt a bit...”. Waiting, possibly for his wrist to be slit or his eye gouged out with the piece, Jake lets out a yelp, more in surprise than anything, as Rhaps wraps both of his hands around Jake’s wrist and rips it up from the canvas, with the nail still attached through the other side. Opening his eyes instantly, Jake lifts up his free hand and looks at it, slightly amused that the nail is still punctured through it, before watching as Rhaps, oddly enough, assists Jake in pulling off his other nailed hand from the canvas in the same fashion. Confused, Jake sits up and looks at Rhaps, still quivering from the blood loss sustained and inevitable infection growing in his hands, with a startled, disturbed and actually legitimate sympathetic expression on his face. With the familiar twisted smirk on his face, seemingly almost a mirror image to Jake’s own, Rhaps merely points down at Nicholas Carson. To Jake Diamond, this was more than a perfect answer to his question.

Ray White: “Rhaps saved the Savior! He could have just pinned my little Jakey Pooh, why do you think he did that?”

Jimmy Pate: “They know each other too well... Rhaps is aware Jake would rather murder Nicholas Carson, at this point, than focus on victory. If he lets them destroy each other then that’s an easy victory for him and Tayler Nathan Thomas...”

RW: “UNLESS! Just picture this Jimmy... What if Jake Diamond and Rhaps are actually in cahoots?! I mean, he and Hyper are working together and they do hate each other and...”

JP: “... I can almost guarantee that is not the case...”

Meanwhile, the action had begun to pick up once again, this time mainly in the “W” ring. With Tayler Nathan Thomas managing to push himself back up to his feet, the incoming behemoth hurtling his was toward him at full speed was planning to just as simply knock him back down. Turning just in time, TNT narrowly avoids an impromptu decapitation from a monstrous Demon clothesline. Unfortunately, with the immense amount of blood loss and fatigue that’s only evolving in the match, that is all TNT is able to avoid as Demon turns around and wraps both of his immense hands tightly around the self proclaimed Uncrowned Champion’s neck. Thankfully, on the other side of the coin, Demon had no time to capitalize, failing to notice that the recently returned superstar in the form of Rhaps was finished with his work in the “S” ring. Sneaking up behind the definitive powerhouse in the match, Rhaps drops down onto both knees before driving his fist straight up between Demon’s legs, disabling the massive man with a nut crunching low blow. With the grip instantly loosened from his neck, TNT quickly drives the base of his foot into Demon’s gut before grabbing him around the head with a standard facelock. Quickly working his way around to Demon’s front, Rhaps does the same thing before the tag team reaches forward and grabs the top of the monstrous man’s tights. Working in stereo, both men slightly elevate the man before dropping front first onto the mat across his face with a modified double team face breaker DDT, hereby soiling the mat with even more blood than what would seem humanly possible. Quickly getting up to their feet and scanning the scenario, noticing Hyper Elf and Jean Clovis getting up to their feet, TNT and Rhaps quickly realize that they’ve claimed ownership of the “W” ring.

However, back in the “S” ring, a dazed Nicholas Carson looks across the ring and notices the scene occurring in the other ring. The thought of his sole presence in the singular ring crossed his mind, until noticing the legs stationed on either side of his body and an imposing and hovering presence above him. Looking up, two terrible revelations cross the Neurotic Jester’s mind, catching his eyes with the sadistic and utterly twisted emerald eyes of the Future standing in his signature and ever appropriate “crucifix” pose; that Jake Diamond was no longer nailed to the mat, and that he was alone in the ring with the infamous Head Hunter. With the disturbed and skeleton smile stretching across his face, a shine of white illuminating through the storm of red soaked across his body, the same revelation crossed his mind and couldn’t have made him any happier. The audience, some of whom still gagging from the sights that have been seen with their throats sore from screaming and cheering the entire night, now begin chanting once again, and could not be anymore correct; Jake was going to kill him.

“I don’t think Carson expected Jake to recover so viciously from getting crucified. Not only that but he made a terrible, terrible mistake during this entire time...”

“He pissed Jake Diamond off?”

“Well, yes, that too but look at Jake’s hands... The nails are still punctured through them. Nicholas Carson not only got on the worse side of Jake but he gave the son of a bitch a weapon...”

“And Rhaps and TNT have the other teams isolated with Demon levelled out! I don’t see this ending pleasantly at all...”

Crawling backwards, pushing himself up to a seated position, Carson raises his hands up, pleading. Jake, however, seems in no mood for mercy and continues to hold his crucifix pose, still staring Carson deeply into the eyes, making sure he remembers this moment. Still not noticing that the nails are still punctured through Jake’s hands, leaving a prime weapon permanently segmented in his grips, Carson watches as The Future’s hands tightly clasp together and tries to turn and make a break for it out of the ring. Spinning instantly on his heel, Jake aims his spike driven through fist into the turned cheek of the Sadistic Clown in front of him, not penetrating through the skin but creating a large opened gash gliding across his face. Dropping face first against the mat with his back facing his opponent, Nicky recoils from the shot, not grasping how such a painful shot managed to come from only the man’s fists. Suddenly a tremor of fear and soon to be agony quakes through Nick’s body as he feels two hands violently clasp his right ankle. Before he is able to even contemplate the unfortunate series of events that has unravelled, Jake quickly drapes his body across Carson’s back, hooking his right leg in a step-over toehold before violently grabbing the sides of Carson’s head with both hands. With the inverted cravat now fully applied, Jake torques his body and cranks the submission back, grinning broadly and proudly as Carson, bloodied and battered, flails for any possible opening or escape from the deadly Diamond Clutch. Trapped in the middle of the “S” ring with his partner down and all the others in the “W” ring, the end seems near for the Clown from Parts Unknown. Jake Diamond, well aware of this fact, merely continues to smile and rip back, the relentlessness making itself evident like never before; Jake wasn’t looking to win here, merely make him suffer.

TBC

Situation:
Carson in Jake Diamond’s “Diamond Clutch” in “S” ring
Rhaps and TNT standing in “W” ring
Hyper and Jean getting up in “W” ring
NVX, Demon and Cathy downed in “W” ring

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

Scanning around for other possible signs of danger, Rhaps and TNT naturally stand in formation, back to back so that they have a 360 degree view all around the arena. The carnage that they survey in their midst is devastating, with bodies strewn all about, both incapacitated, broken and battered. Blood is smeared about, marking different brawls that had broken out about the arena, a lasting memory of the frightful events that had occurred throughout the Deathmatch so far. In their midst, they survey around themselves, spotting the bodies of NVX, Cathy and Demon laid out before them and the struggling forms of Hyper Elf and the lonesome Jean Clovis Beauregard both struggling to force themselves to a vertical base. The team of Rhaps and TNT stand in the center of the carnage instinctively lock eyes onto separate targets, each heading off in a different direction. TNT approaches Jean Clovis Beauregard, a confident scowl on his face as he realizes that the debutante is all alone with nobody to watch his back. In turn, Rhaps swaggers over toward Hyper Elf, as the Donut loving veteran uses the ring ropes to help him to his feet.

They each grapple their opponents, tossing them around to meet their own desires. As one, Hyper Elf and Jean Clovis Beauregard are launched into the Razor Wire wrapped ropes, where NVX and TNT had been introduced to earlier. With the blood still gushing from his fresh razor wire wounds, TNT smiles as he watches his enemies meet the same demise, tangling themselves up in the skin tearing material. Agonized cries fill the air as the pair try to free themselves from the wire, only serving to struggle more; making the wounds worse. Rhaps and TNT stand watching, exchanging satisfied looks as they see the scene unfurl before them.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
The team of Tayler Nathan Thomas and Rhaps once again use their teamwork to their advantage. Clearly these two are on the same page.

~~Ray White~~
That helps when you are going after the Stone Orchard! Rhaps and TNT are shaping up to be the team to beat as the match unfolds.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Anything can happen from here on out Ray. Until the bell sounds the end of the match, I think it is a bit soon to be calling this one.

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Meanwhile, separating themselves into a fight of their own, Jake Diamond and Nicholas Carson still battle it out in the "S" ring. The Diamond Clutch still applied, with the twinkling in Jake's eyes matching the grunts of pain emanating from Carson's mouth. With Carson's partner nowhere to be found, there is no hopes of being rescued from Diamond's relentless clutches as he wrenches Carson back even further, intent on wrenching Nicholas' head from his spine. Nicholas still flails around with his arms, searching for an escape method, despite his strength fading quickly. Soon, extravagant motions had become lack-luster movements as he vainly tries to reach for Diamond's head to pummel him into releasing the hold. Nevertheless, Diamond holds firm, and soon Carson fades completely, his body going limp and his arms drooping to the mat once more. With a smile of victory on his face, Jake Diamond releases the hold, towering over the bludgeoned, bloodied and broken Carson and watching the effects of his handy-work.

Nicholas has his eyes closed firmly, his body contorted into a position that Houdini would be proud of. The lights are off, and there is nobody home. Satisfied, Jake sets his sights on a new target, witnessing the destruction of his team mate out the corner of his eye at the hands of TNT and Rhaps. Before he can get so much as a step in the direction of the "W" ring, he feels a weight slam into the back of his knee, buckling it under his weight. Before he can look around, Carson is on his knees hand outstretched toward Jake's skull. Carson, smiling at his acting skills playing dividends, attacks Diamond with an Iron Claw, his hand threatening to squeeze the life out of Diamond and pop his skull like a pimple on prom night.

~~Ray White~~
What?
Nicholas Carson was playing possum!

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Smart work by Carson. He knew getting out of the Diamond's Clutch would be hard work if at all possible, so he faked his own demise to get Diamond off his scent. And it worked!

~~Ray White~~
Now he has his own hold locked in, the Iron Claw, this has got to cause a headache for Diamond!

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As TNT and Rhaps look to continue their destructive path, both Tom-Cat and NVX appear to be staggering to their feet, helping each other up. While their opponents have their backs turned, and their attention on the mishmashed Hyper Elf and Jean Clovis, the Family see a small window of opportunity on which to act. In tandem, both Cathy and NVX slam into the backs of Rhaps and TNT, Double Axe Handles at the ready. It is enough to throw the balance of, catching the rampaging team unawares. Before either Rhaps or TNT can wheel around, they are met with a second wave, NVX and the Tom-Cat linking arms and attacking their opponents with a Double Clothesline that sends both Rhaps and TNT to the mat.

Although both men are back to their feet quickly, the two moves are enough to sway the momentum in the direction of the Family. The Tom-Cat singles out his Irish nemesis once more, drilling Tayler Nathan Thomas into the turnbuckle with a strong Irish Whip. Thomas bounces off the padded steel with enough force to stagger back into the ring itself, before he is blasted over the top rope with a clothesline carrying enough force to wipe out a small town. Cathy, watching his opponent fall uncomfortably to the floor over the top of the razor wire wrapped ropes, proceeds to grab onto the skin tearing wire with one hand, so that he rights himself and lands outside the ring on bot of his feet. As he pulls his hand away from the wire, the skin on his palm is torn away, the Welshman wincing in pain, but carrying on toward his Irish rival.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Once again, the Tom-Cat and TNT destroy each other, with little regard to their own bodies, let alone the bodies of their opponent.

~~Ray White~~
The Tom-Cat just his an extraordinary Clothesline, sending TNT into and over the razor wire, before landing on his own two feet safely on the outside.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
He sacrificed some of the flesh on his hand to do so, but you know what they say.

"Tom-Cats always land on their feet"

NVX waits slightly longer for his opponent to drag himself to his feet. His eyes twinkle as the Asian Sensation readies himself for another strike. Smiling, he watches as the Tom-Cat sends TNT out of the ring once more, just as Rhaps makes it to a vertical base. NVX is quick to pounce, locking Rhaps into a Collar and Elbow tie, dragging him around back into the ring, till the pair are standing at the base of the ladder separating the "W" ring from the "C" ring. Above them, a platform stretches between the two ladders. Behind them, the Demonic one appears to have finally awoken from his slumber, lifting his head slightly to see the fight unfold before his eyes.


TBC

Situation
- Jake Diamond and Nicholas Carson- In "S" ring- Carson has Iron Claw locked in
- Hyper Elf and Jean Clovis Beauregard- Untangling themselves from Razor Wire
- TNT and Tom-Cat- Outside "W" ring, just below the razor wire ropes (Tom-Cat standing, TNT lying after uncomfortable landing)
- NVX and Rhaps- In between "W" and "C" rings, underneath the ladder platform
- Demon- Getting up in "W" ring



OOC: Slightly over, but only so I could set the scene for the next poster

[M BISON]

After careful deliberation, the following are the last four people remaining in the match:

Jake Diamond
Rhaps
Tayler Nathan Thomas
Thomas Cathy

Keep up the good work, guys. Next eliminations will be tomorrow night; sorry that Vlad and I are so behind schedule on them.

[Jake Diamond]

(OOC: I’m posting post eliminations, as if there were a post in between my own and Hayden’s, merely pinning from the past predicament in hopes of preserving characters in my post.)

With the chaos in the “W” ring finally resolved following the elimination of everyone except for Tayler Nathan Thomas, Rhaps, and Thomas Cathy, the three men suddenly catch a glimpse of each other, realizing they’re amongst the last survivors. A twinge of fear evolves in the back of the Tom-Cat’s mind but is pushed back from his ever growing ferocity, realizing he is the sole survivor against the intimidating team of the Safety Ranger and TNT. Scanning his surroundings for any possible advantage he could take into his possession, Thomas Cathy slowly begins to back up into the direction of the barbed wired ropes as TNT and Rhaps nonchalantly make their way towards him, preparing to end this on a tag team front. However, it’s a sudden high scream of agony followed by an utterly frightening battle cry that catches and turns all three men’s attention back to the “S” ring where this chaos seems to be happening.

Managing to counter Nicholas Carson’s Iron Claw submission back into his Diamond Clutch finisher, the blood soaked Jake Diamond pulls back with all of his might before getting what he finally desired ever so sweetly; a scream of terror from the Sadistic Jester. Bellowing proudly from the punishment being inflicted, Jake still doesn’t let up, even as Carson’s hand comes crashing down violently against the mat, demanding to be let out from the match. The ring bell rings signalling another elimination and removal of yet another team, yet it doesn’t seem to faze the formerly crucified Savior who still holds it in place, seeking retribution for the personal vendetta being placed on him. Yet, despite that, the referee manages to pull Jake Diamond off who instantly stands up, triumphant, and stretches his arms far out to his sides in his crucifix pose, still bellowing the blood curdling war cry, looking directly into the faces of his final opponents. At this point Jake Diamond was physically and mentally exhausted, well aware that any more continuous blood loss may result in his death, yet was trapped in his own personal state of euphoria; he made the glorified rapist scream in submission.

Jimmy Pate: “The team of Tayler Nathan Thomas and Rhaps are the only fully fledged duo left in competition in this match! In order to at least survive them Jake Diamond and Thomas Cathy are going to have to work together...”

Ray White: “Not since the Imperial title match where Jake lost to Thomas Cathy in a triple threat are we going to get to witness this! Yet, he eliminating Carson like that must be quite the advantage...”

JP: “I just don’t think anyone expected it... Jake may have gained the psychological advantage but physically he has got to be the worst off...”

RW: “I know... Jimmy, this has got to be one of the most horrific matches I have ever witnessed... There’s so much blood and chaos...”

Planning on dividing and conquering, Rhaps turns his attentions back to Thomas Cathy who remains trapped near the barbed wired ropes while TNT, with the gaping wound in his hand and all, sets his targets on the screaming Diamond with his trophy of death in the “S” ring. Noticing this, realizing his only chance for survival lies in the dissolution of Team TNT and Jake Diamond’s assistance, Thomas Cathy charges at Rhaps like a raging bull with his head lowered and shoulder locked and aimed at the Safety Ranger’s torso. Seeing the surge, Rhaps sidesteps his opponent and, instead, raises a knee and forces it to collide against the incoming bullet like force hurtling towards him. On collision, both men seem to take a negative blunt from the attack as Rhaps’ knee absorbs all of the force taking a toll on his already tittering stance while Thomas Cathy’s shoulder buckles on impact, feeling a sharp surge rush throughout his entire right side. Despite the awkward collision, Cathy turns back towards Rhaps as the Safety Ranger turns back himself, and take aim at each other once more. Trapped in a sort of stalemate, Rhaps rushes forward looking for what appears to be a standard clothesline while Thomas Cathy himself lunges forward once again, looking for another spear type move. This time, however, Rhaps gets caught in the attack but quickly clasps in a front facelock while being pushed back into the ladder platform. Neither man was willing to put behind all their strength behind their attacks but, instead, conserve their energy in hopes of gaining reinforcements from the soon to be showdown between Jake Diamond and Tayler Nathan Thomas.

While in the “W” ring where Thomas Cathy and Rhaps were testing each other’s strength and will, Jake Diamond and TNT seem to have been content on fighting to the death. As soon as Jake spots Tayler enter the “S” ring, like a dog having his territory intruded on, the target was placed on the uncrowned champion’s chest. Tightening his hands and broadening the smirk on his face, Jake takes the initiative first with a boot to the midsection. Reaching forward the doubled over Uncrowned Champion, Jake plans on putting an end to it with a standard piledriver. However, not willing to give up the fight just yet, TNT reaches down and sweeps Jake’s legs from underneath him. Continuing with the surprise, TNT rolls over Jake’s body with a standard jackknife pin, holding it down and hoping to quickly eliminate the Arrogant American. Unluckily for TNT, before the referee has a chance to begin the count, Jake violently pushes Tayler off of him and scrambles to his feet, almost in a seeming desperation. Tayler, surprised from being quickly pushed off, pushes himself up to one knee and looks forward and realizes suddenly that Jake Diamond is no longer in his sights, meaning on thing. Before a reaction can even occur, Jake had already begun making his move. Shooting forward from behind TNT, Jake steps off of his opponent’s knee before violently and viciously drives his own knee into the back of his adversary’s head, knocking him back down to the canvas with the Diamond Decapitator. Feeling confident after knocking the Uncrowned Champion’s head in from behind, Jake decides to take it a step further and begins to climb the ladder platform in the “S” ring, while in the border between the “C” and “W” rings, Rhaps and Tom-Cat have begun climbing either side of their own platform.

“Jake just neutralized TNT with his shining wizard to the back of the head! I wonder what he’s thinking about doing here...”

“And Rhaps and Thomas Cathy are climbing the other platform too! All of these guys are going to be higher than Torquemada...”

“That is probably the most accurate metaphor I have ever heard come from your lips... Even so! These fierce young competitors are literally taking this match to the next level and I do not see this ending well!”

Unaware of the Future on the platform across from them, Tom-Cat and the Safety Ranger square off on the rather narrow platform. Using the most of his utter power advantage, Thomas Cathy floors a forearm brutally into Rhaps midsection, forcing the Safety Ranger to double over in pain before shoving his opponent’s head in between his legs. Responding quickly, Tom-Cat flips Rhaps up and around, holding him high above the ring, prepared to put him through Hell with such an elevated power bomb before pivoting and turning toward the other platform, preparing to drop Rhaps right through the ladder that holds it up. Not ready to be sentenced to a week in a hospital, Rhaps begins fighting back, clobbering his massive opponent in the head before suddenly arching back, looking to launch him off with a hurricanrana. With the audience reeling in at every move from the high risk situation, none could prepare for the incoming series of events. Blocking Rhaps’ hurricanrana attempt, Thomas holds his opponent in a modified belly-to-back pancake like manoeuvre, giving both men a clear view of the other platform, and the Savior perched atop it waiting for them. Charging on Rhaps’ and Thomas Cathy’s delay of shock, Jake leaps from the platform with his legs readied and aimed out, targeting the cranium of his long time foe in the Welsh Dragon’s clutch. Connecting perfectly, Rhaps swings back viciously from the elevated hesitation dropkick and, along with Jake Diamond, crashes and burns amongst the ladder platform in the “W” ring, both reeling from its obvious effects. Despite not taking the brunt from the move, Thomas doesn’t fair to much better as Rhaps’ swinging momentum allows the hurricanrana to follow through, causing him to flip forward and crash back first against the base of the platform structure that waits for him below.

TBC:

SITUATION:
JAKE AND RHAPS: Levelled out in “W” ring after elevated hesitation dropkick
THOMAS CATHY: Laid out near the base of ladder platform in “S” ring
TAYLER NATHAN THOMAS: Laid out in “S” ring.

[Rhaps]

The fans have reached fever pitch, their voices hoarse from screaming their adoration and respect at the in ring performers for their sheer display of athleticism and grit in the SCW match. However, they remain adamant that they are going to cheer for their favourite superstar all the way to the very end. The jubilant cries from the crowd seemingly motivate the “Future” into action, being the one man still capable of maintaining a vertical stance at this point in the match. The American slowly drags himself onto his haunches, his body registering its complaint, causing a prevailing ache to nearly overtake Jake’s body. In spite of all that he has been through tonight, Jake Diamond seems determined to walk out of the PPV as the winner for his team and put an end to all of those nagging doubts in the back of his head. Jake pushes himself back up to his feet, being careful to not have the nails still embedded in his palms to not make contact with the ring mat. As he takes a vertical stance, the crowd reacts as the Safety Ranger too brings himself to his feet, defying both the odds and baffling all of those watching as to his resilience. Both TNT and Thomas Cathy show better tactics by remaining on the canvas, taking the precious few moments to recover somewhat.

Rhaps however is more foolhardy as he rounds on his long time nemesis. He raises a hand and latches onto Jake’s shoulder, spinning him around to face the SIC Maniac. As he does so, he lashes out, blasting the recently crucified superstar with a headbutt. Both men react, sinking towards the ring mat and clutching their heads as the magnanimous pain exudes from where his skull made contact with his opponent’s. The Future recovers slightly faster than the Safety Ranger, the dogmatic former Triumph Champion using the few seconds to his advantage. He seizes Rhaps’ arm before twisting it into the flat of his back, locking in an agonizing arm lock on the former Dragon’s Rage Champion. Jake torques the limb in between his shoulder blades, relishing inflicting so much damage on the Rhapsitastic One, despite having his help earlier in the match from freeing him from Carson’s inescapable torture. Jake’s face stretches into a sneer as Rhaps’ already weakened body sags beneath him, the climax of this match all rushing out of him as his fatigued muscles slowly give way. The Future reaches down and yanks Rhaps’ other arm backwards, locking in a modified Full Nelson. The Hyper Sensation tries to cling on dearly, knowing that his resolve to resist the agony coursing through his arms and upper back will soon crumble to dust, along with his chances of winning his first PPV main event since his departure from the company.

Ray: Yes, yes, yes, yes! Rhaps can’t last much longer and there’s nobody that’s going to be able to help him now. What a glorious night for EVPW. We get to see some of the best and most hardcore action ever seen in recent memory and we get to see Rhaps’ return scuppered. I can’t wait to chalk up a third victory for Jakey-Pooh against Rhaps. It would look really good alongside the zero losses too.

JP: I wouldn’t count Rhaps out of most situations but you’re right, this could prove to be too big an obstacle to overcome this late in the match. Wait a second, TNT has sensed that his partner is close to elimination and he’s clawing his way to his feet now.

As JP mentions TNT’s emergence onto the scene, the Irishman wrenches himself through his own sheer conviction. He looks around, his eyes taking in all the information they need to within a fraction of a second. He sighs inwardly before rushing over to Jake’s hunched form, blasting a high elbow into the back of The Future’s head, causing him to flop to the canvas like a rag doll. Meanwhile, Rhaps’ body is thrown forwards from the impact. Instantly he shrivels up, almost into a protective cocoon as he clenches his eyes shut and tries to ignore the vast myriad of nerve fibres currently screaming their protestation at him. The Irishman drops to his knees beside his tag team partner to check on him. Despite his worried expressions, TNT shrugs, not being able to offer much solace to Rhaps. The Uncrowned Champion’s face creases into a sudden hatred as he stares down at the writhing mass of humanity that is Jake Diamond. His mind snaps, hell bent on inflicting nothing but agony to one of his opponents and filling his entire existence with the anger that is currently burning inside of him. Uncharacteristically, TNT furiously begins stomping away at the hands of the Future of EVPW, the nails his prime target. The soles of his boots impact against the palms of Jake’s hands, causing the American to blanch each time from the pain. He begins crawling on his hands and knees, trying in vain to put some distance between himself and Tayler. The Explosive One however stalks his victims, delivering a few more crisp stomps before his energy and rage are spent from the task of dissecting the Saviour.

Across from TNT, the Welsh Superstar Thomas Cathy begins to stir also. Tayler does not let him get back to his feet easily, crossing the distance between himself and Tom-Cat. One half of The Family looks up as TNT balls one of his fists and aims it directly at his temple. The Welshman however exhibits incredible wherewithal, deftly moving his head out of the way of the huge left hand. Thomas follows up this counter with a high jab from his knelt position, blasting TNT squarely in the ribs. The Uncrowned Champion is rocked by a third and fourth shot as his opponent begins to build momentum, picking his way carefully to his feet as he bunches his right fist for another punch. Abruptly though, the Irishman throws his weight forwards, desperately thrusting his arm out to one side before nearly decapitating Thomas’ head with a well timed Lariat. His limb caves into the top of the Welshman’s collar bone, the blunt force trauma forcing his head to ricochet into the ring mat, the top of his skull bouncing dramatically before he rolls listlessly to one side. TNT can only enjoy his victory for a few brief moments as his exhausted frame gives way underneath him, causing him to sag beside the man he just recently took out.

JP: This has been a physical match up Ray. I know that these men can’t go on for much longer. They are hitting less and less moves and each move now is draining them of their reserves completely. To borrow an old cliché, these four men are running on nothing but fumes and at this moment it is anybody’s ball game.

Ray: Actually Jimmy, allow me to disagree. Jake, Tom-Cat and TNT are more in this than Rhaps is. Jake locked in that modified Full Nelson on Rhaps for at least a full three minutes. I think it might be too much to hope for Rhaps to be able to shrug that off and work his way back into this match.

SITUATION

Rhaps and Jake: Laid out beside one another in the W ring
Tom-Cat: Laid out in the S ring
TNT: On his hands and knees between Jake and Tom-Cat

TBC

[Tamatoa Harikoa]

The exhaustion is evident on every competitor, with nobody quickly making their way back to their feet. TNT's legs, having given way underneath him prove to be too unstable to walk upon, buckling once more when the Irishman attempts to put weight on his jelly-like limbs. He shoots a glance over at his partner, still lying flat out after Jake's assault. Diamond appears to be the only competitor still moving, desperately trying to find the strength to push himself to his feet once more, searching in vain for a crutch to lean on. All around the arena, mess is strewn from the main event, with danger lurking in every corner. Soon, both men find each other, both TNT and Jake Diamond heaving themselves up to a vertical base using each other's bodies. Wearily they stand, as the blows begin to be exchanged.

Shots that would normally pack an explosive wallop are thrown with whatever strength is left, yet they rock the foundations of each man regardless. With nothing left in the tank, the lethargic swings find their way through weakened defenses. Soon, the senile-looking brawl leads the pair over into the "C" ring, with the riotous crowd egging the violence on. As the crowd begin to rally behind them, the pace pics up once more. Soon, Jake gets the upper hand over the Irishman, forcing him backward against the side of the ring. The pair near the razor wire wrapped ropes once more. Jake pushing backward with all the strength he can muster, the razor wire scratching TNT's back as it threatens to Rip flesh from his body once more.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
TNT is simply too exhausted to fight back. Jake is not too far behind either, both have lost a fair amount of blood in this match, it can't be healthy for them to still be beating each other about the head!

~~Ray White~~
Since when is it ever healthy to beat another human being about the head? they are not in this business for its amazing health benefits JP.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
True. The only thing keeping these men going is the light at the end of the tunnel. The knowledge that somebody will be walking away from this match with a genuine shot at Stone Orchard's titles.

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As TNT is finally driven into the razor wire, his lips let out an anguished cry. Jake proceeds to wrap his arms around the wire also, standing the battered Irishman into a crucifix position. As his flesh is dug into by the unforgiving wire, his cries heighten, cries that could boil the blood of the most cold hearted person in the world. His face is torn in agony, the sight enough to make a grown man cry. Jake, however, smiles at the situation, simply tightening the hold that the razor wire has over the Irishman.

The Welshman, hearing the cries of his nemesis filling his ears, lifts his head up off the canvas once more. Ever so slowly, the Welsh thug pushes himself to his feet, using the rungs of the ladder for assistance, while scanning the ring for more signs of life. Groaning after Jake's modified Full Nelson, Rhaps lies on his back, his eyes shut firmly and his face screwed up in pain. Cathy smiles as he narrows in on TNT's team mate, limping his way over to where the Rhapsidic one rests. Before Rhaps has the chance to realise what is going on, the Welshman had lifted him clean off the canvas, spinning him around in mid air and tossing him like a bag of coal across his back in a Samoan Drop position. The Welshman eyes up the ladder standing before him, an idea forming in the relentless enforcer's mind. With Rhaps held in position as much as possible, Cathy begins to climb the ladder. It is a slow process, from the Welshman's exhaustion to the extra weight he is carrying with him, a slow process that the Tom-Cat is determined to complete.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
One by one, Cathy takes the steps toward the raised platform, stretching between two ladders. I shudder to think of what intentions he has in his mind...

~~Ray White~~
Cathy is a powerhouse, the Family's trustworthy Enforcer. But after a match this brutal, I wonder if even he has the strength left to carry himself up the ladder, let alone Rhaps aswell!

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Cathy reaches the top of the ladder before long, maneuvering himself to place the battered Rhaps atop the platform. In turn, he crawls up himself, stepping over the Rhapsidic One's body in the process. He steals a glance downward, the 10ft fall to the ground looking like the top of the Empire State Building in his current state of exhaustion. With his remaining strength, the burly Welshman lifts Rhaps to his feet once more. He bludgeons the back of Rhaps' head with a closed fist, doubling his opponent over, before grabbing him by the waist and lifting him onto his shoulders in a Powerbomb position. The strain is clear on his face as he holds Rhaps' body some 16ft or more above the ground. Before he can execute the move however, the never-say-die Rhaps fights back, desperately punching the Welshman's head to get Cathy to let him down safely atop the ladder platform.

As the pair continue to brawl in the dizzying heights above the ring, Jake Diamond proceeds to tear TNT apart, ripping the Irishman's body from the razor wire, the sound of Tayler's cries drowning out the soft sound of flesh tearing from bone as the Razor Wire digs chunks into the Irishman's body. Diamond has him in his clutches, at his mercy... Ready for the killing blow.

~~Jimmy Pate~~
Everything points to the fact that something is about to happen that will change the face of this match for good!

~~Ray White~~
Rhaps and TNT are the only full team left in this match, but at the moment, they are not fearing too good! Can they string together some teamwork to somehow pull this back together?

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Situation:
Rhaps and Tom-Cat- Brawling on ladder above "C' and "W" rings.
Jake and TNT- Over in "C" ring by razor wire (Jake having just used the wire on TNT)
TBC

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The sinister atmosphere that looms over the SCW ring darkens along with the hearts of all in attendance especially those whom are partaking in this hellacious battle. The four Gladiators find that the old adage of “The mind is willing but the flesh is weak” is more than relevant to all of their situations. The quartet soldier on, attempting to bypass the horrendous torture that their bodies have sustained. The action moves towards Rhaps and Tom Cat who find themselves atop the ladder platform. The crowd rise to their feet cheering on the battle, hoping for one of the competitors to have a catastrophic end to their night. Cathy begins to press home his advantage, using all of his physical attributes to overpower his smaller foe. As he Lands a succession of vicious right hands to the skull of the Safety Ranger, the force of each blow causes his neck to snap back. The hammering takes its toll as the SIC maniac's eyes glaze over, his knees weaken with the impact of each balled up fist. Thomas cocks his fist back as far as physically possible before drilling it forward and smashing it right between the eyes of the Rhaptistic one, sending his frail form backwards off the edge of the platform. Rhaps' body finds itself in freefall, plummeting towards the crimson stained canvas. His frame flails in the wind as it slices through the air on course for its inevitable end. His body smashes off the canvas neck first, bouncing before settling in a fixed position. The thunderous impact ripples through the arena sending a chill up every spinal cord in the arena. One of his wounds that had previously healed reopens and causes blood to pool underneath his carcass.

Jimmy “What a shot by the enforcer, I think he has put the final nail in Rhap’s coffin. There is no way he is going to recover from that hellacious impact. The force of the fall has reopened his wounds, odds are he’s going to bleed out right here before our very eyes.”

Ray” And they say I’m the overdramatic one. Could you get a hold of yourself, I mean sure that was a bad fall but I mean after seeing the chaos that has unfolded before us, you would have thought you’d be desensitised to this stuff by now.”

Jimmy” Are you really that heartless Ray, I mean despite the undoubted chaos we have witnessed, that fall was particularly violent. The fact that it was preceded by the vicious onslaught from the Family’s muscle, only adds to the punishment being exerted onto his frame."

The action quickly switches to Tayler and Jake. Tayler attempts to get back to his feet whilst Jake is determined to strip the remaining flesh from his back. The uncrowned champion refuses to be skinned alive as his crimson life essence continues to seep from his wounds covering the canvas in a fresh coat. Tayler exerts a mammoth push upon Jake’s smaller figure, enabling him to scramble away from the razor wire. Unfortunately for the Irish rebel it proves only to be a momentary reprieve as Jake pounces on his downed enemy fully intent on beating him from pillar to post. Diamond drives the sole of his boot onto the bloody back of the Irishman, causing him untold pain and suffering. His agony filled screams flood the arena, causing fans at ringside to cover their ears shielding them from the full fury of Tayler’s lungs. Diamond not one to allow an advantage to slip through his grasp, grabs the back of TNTs head dragging his unwilling weight to his feet. The camera catches Tayler’s face revealing the true degree of his anguish. His face scrunched up along with his teeth grinding together in order to bottle the beast like screams that are exploding inside his throat, yearning to escape and satisfy the blood thirsty crowd. His eyes suddenly widen fully exposing the crazy look that now veils TNT’s horror scarred face. He spins on his heels, whilst Jake clings onto a clump of Tayler’s blonde locks unprepared for what is heading for him. Tayler throws his arm forwards, fully intent on decapitating Jake and taking advantage of all of his physical attributes. The Irishman’s forearm catches Diamond under the chin knocking his legs out from under him and sending him crashing to the canvas.

Jimmy “That was one hell of a lariat from the Uncrowned Champ, I think Jake is out for the count. He should go for the cover now and eliminate yet another competitor from this horrendous contest.”

Ray” I knew TNT could do it, him and Rhaps have it in the bag. There’s no way Tom Cat and Jake can stop them now, Tayler’s on too much of a roll.”

Jimmy” What are you talking about? He hit a desperation lariat, he’s lucky to be alive never mind talking about winning the whole contest.”

Ray”Jimmy, believe me Tayler is more than just a pretty face. He’s got an awesome body too. But in all seriousness, Stone Orchard better watch out because TNT and Rhaps are coming for them.”

Tayler drops to his knees after delivering the Lariat that has left Jake laid out face down on the canvas of the horrendous structure. Tayler’s body falls over onto Jakes back, to the audience it appears that the Irishman has simply run out of steam. A few seconds pass before Tayler wraps his legs around Jake's free arm and locking in a Celtic curse on his downed opponent. He wrenches back piling untold pressure onto the Future’s back whilst his clasped hands restrict the air flow in his larynx. The crowd once again rise to their feet, cheering at the top of their lungs expressing their pleasure at the possibility of Jake passing out to the strain the Celtic Curse inflicts on the human body. TNT continues to wrench back, his face conveying the strange sense of satisfaction he is getting from his masochistic actions. Jake struggles to crawl forward before the fact that the ropes have been replaced with razor wire dawns on him. His eyes close as he realises that there is no escape from this hold and that Tayler has him where he wants him.

Jimmy “I hate to say it, but you may have been right about Tayler.”


Ray “Of course I was right, have you seen his body lately. I mean before all of the mutilation.”

Jimmy” I was referring to the predicament that Jake finds himself in, trapped in the clutches of the Celtic Curse.”

Ray” Well that too, but I mean you know I’m right.”

[M BISON]

TNT eliminates Tom-Cat
Jake eliminates Rhaps

Jake and TNT, both of you give me one more post and I'll decide the winner based on that.

[Jake Diamond]

(OOC: I’m not RPing the eliminations of Rhaps and Thomas Cathy, instead fast-forwarding past them.)

Running off of sheer determination and with his adrenaline halted in its tracks from lack of energy, Jake Diamond struggles but manages to push himself up to his feet, watching as the blood dripping from his forehead down to the mat below. In reality, Jake Diamond was already drenched in blood and sweat, some of which not even his own, and was oblivious to the other lacerations that had contorted its way into his body. The only obvious wounds he could even remotely recall was the gash on his head created from the shot by the steel chair and the nails splintered through his hands from his own crucifixion. The entire match seemed to be nothing but a blur to him as his own personal focus seems to drown out the rest of the world around him; the screaming fans, the referee, the amount of bloodshed. Looking up in the “S” ring, past all of the hysteria, Jake’s final goal suddenly comes into full focus in the form of Tayler Nathan Thomas standing proudly, waiting to tear the house down with one last bang.

Sizing up his somewhat smaller opponent, TNT sees the utter exhaustion shining in Jake’s complexion and, despite seeming to be in a slightly better condition, Tayler is fairing none better. Despite the assumption it’s the wiry Future that makes the first move, coming at TNT preparing for a kick to the midsection. Timing the move, Tayler quickly backs and turns away from the move before rotating around and grabbing Jake in a rear waistlock. Attempting to swing Jake over with a possibly match ending German Suplex, the Arrogant American holds his weight down forcing his deadweight to the mat before hooking his own ankle behind TNT’s, making the German attempt null and void. While TNT still attempts to wrench Jake back, a possible last strategy unfolds in the Future’s mind as he quickly wraps his hands around one of Tayler’s wrists around his waist. Twisting quickly, Jake lifts the appendage up and ducks underneath it before positioning himself at the self proclaimed Uncrowned Champion’s side with a standard wristlock. Without the hold being in for any momentary amount of time, TNT counters in textbook fashion by quickly somersaulting forward before twisting Jake back around into a standard wristlock of his own.

Jimmy Pate: “Are they doing what I think they’re doing? This is arguably a first for this type of match! Chain wrestling in a multi-team deathmatch?!”

Ray White: “Oh look at how versatile these two boys are... I love seeing a match with some flexibility...”

JP: “Not now Ray... Finally this match has lived up to its hype! I mean, sure everyone was hoping for and expecting a lot of high risk moves but sometimes a match doesn’t need those things to thrive...”

RW: “But I thought that’s how you were supposed to win matches Jimmy? I mean, what’s the point in technically wearing down your opponent when every move could just be a finisher?”

Reeling in the vices of the tactical move he originally attempted on TNT, Jake slowly tries to pry away from the manoeuvre but to no avail, realizing he needs a motive for escaping. Quickly scanning the surroundings, Jake notices the ladder platform positioned ever so conveniently near him in the “S” ring. Quickly deciding to utilize his speedy advantage and quickly leaps in a single bound a few rungs up on the ladder, still trapped in the wristlock. Suddenly twisting and sending his body with a torque, Jake pivots and jumps back at Tayler with his crotch hurtling towards his face like a Facehugger in the “Alien” movie series. Loosely wrapping his legs around TNT’s head, Jake leans straight back, looking for a hurricanrana but, once again, Irish’s Own seems to have Jake’s number sketched out. Placing his hands on the bottom of Jake’s thighs from high up on his shoulders, TNT pushes up as Jake leans back with his takedown and helps increase Jake’s velocity, but only to the man himself. Flipping backwards and landing on all fours instead of having TNT in his grasps, an already confused Jake Diamond is swung in for a loop as he swiftly gets his head shoved in between his last opponent’s legs before having both of his hands hooked up behind his back. Directly in the position he wants him, getting ready to finish the match with his patented Cremation, TNT prepares to flip Jake around with a double under hook power bomb when, rather abruptly, Jake’s body weight collapses, his deadweight proving to be too effective. Loosening one hand, Tayler hammers his fist across Jake’s back but the singular loosening was the only opening he required. Fleetly, Jake slings his body around and lifts himself to a fully standing position while TNT, with one hand still locked in with Jake’s, swings around himself but is suddenly in a hunched stature himself. Shoving TNT’s head underneath his armpit, Jake wastes no time and slings the trapped arm under across Tayler’s chest before grabbing the other and crossing them. Not preparing to risk getting countered again, Jake swings his body back violently, causing his momentum and inertia to bring Tayler head first into the canvas with a Comfortably Numb DDT.

“Holy hell, what an incredible sequence there! Tayler almost had Jake down and out with a Cremation but he managed to counter it into his signature DDT! Unbelievable!”

“But look at my little Jakey Pooh, he’s not even moving! Did he hurt himself from that?!”

“No, they’re just both exhausted! I mean, look at how this match progressed. All Jake needs to do is eliminate the last member of Team TNT...”

“But what about the SCW Brotherhood? Tayler just needs to take him out and then they’ve earned their shot in the Stone Orchard...”

Still with TNT’s head slightly in his grasps under his arm, an utterly depleted Jake Diamond merely lies back and stares at the high up rafters in the ceiling. Blinking deeply to himself, he seems entirely unaware of the amount of time unfolding from his move until he realizes the chants and the cheers of the fans gently rising. Allowing the pieces to come together, Jake takes in a deep breath of the pungent odour radiating around him, engulfing his mind entirely with the stench of blood, sweat, and possibly some other bodily fluids. Almost robotically, Jake takes his free arm and rather reluctantly pushes an equally as tired Tayler Nathan Thomas from his face and onto his back before draping his body across, like a wounded and exasperated lion trying to close in a final murderous blow against his prey. Lifting his weary head up, Jake observes as the seemingly over excited Zebra drops down to the mat and looks over at both men before going in for the count...

TBC

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The sold out arena hang off the edge of their seats in anticipation of the final fall that would signal the end of this hellacious contest. The zebra official slams his hand off the crimson stained canvas, the thunderous impact rippling through the coliseum. The blood thirsty mob chant in unison counting out each thud of the ref’s hand. Tayler’s body lies comatose, the Uncrowned Champ unable and perhaps unwilling to allow his tortured frame to sustain anymore abuse. The referees hand impacts off the mat for the second time, causing all in attendance to rise to their feet preparing to show their approval for the new pretender to Stone Orchard’s crowns. Unfortunately for the saviour the clock seemingly strikes twelve on his Cinderella story as TNT manages to summon the strength and courage to carry on throwing Jake’s arm to the side and breaking the count.

Jimmy” I thought for sure that Diamond had this one in the bag, I can’t believe Tayler broke the count.”

Ray” Well he’s not up yet, although I’m not complaining, I love a man on his back.”

Jimmy “Get your mind out of the gutter, these two men have done more than enough tonight to earn your respect.”


The two gladiators find themselves lying dazed and confused on the canvas. The sinister contest finally taken its toll on the duo both physically and mentally. Moments later the bewildered stars manage to clamber to their feet. The fact that they will never be the same after stuck in the back of their minds making the win all the more valuable. Both men attempting to clear their heads as they stumble backwards. The two goliaths simultaneously snap back into a state of clarity, regaining their equilibriums allowing them to immediately charge at the other, refusing to give their opponent time to recuperate. Tayler shoots both of his hands forward attempting to latch onto Jake’s shoulders. An action that results in the future stepping aside grasping onto the Irishman’s wrist before twisting it and rotating round behind him, implementing a textbook hammerlock. The fact that Jake has once again outdone his larger foe brings a ripple of applauds from the sold out crowd who strangely seem to be enjoying the lack of hardcore action from two finalists. Jake revels in the approval of the crowd and enjoys the chance to exact revenge on the Irish rebel for the pain he suffered at the hands of the Celtic curse earlier in the contest. TNT finds himself in quite the conundrum as he grits his teeth trying to mask the pain that courses through his body. He fires a reaction elbow backwards managing to catch Diamond in the temple. The impact causes Jake to release the Irishman’s wrist allowing him just enough time to roll forward and out of danger at least for the moment.

Jimmy” These guys are incredible, I have absolutely no idea how they are still able to stand let alone roll around the ring.”

Ray” I’ve been telling you all night that these two guys are incredible, I mean just look at them. I mean you have to picture them after they’ve had a shower.... or maybe during.”

Jimmy” I swear, we should get that lesbian Trix over here to commentate with me.”

Back in the ring, Tayler and Jake square off once more in the hopes of ending this prolonged battle they are currently engaged in. Tayler raises his hand in the air, challenging the diminutive Diamond to a battle of strength. The saviour motions as if he is willing to accept the gauntlet being thrown down before him, before stepping forward firing his knee into the TNT’s sternum. The vicious blow causes the uncrowned champ’s head to drop as he clutches his stomach. Jake immediately pounces on the glorious opportunity that has presented itself by taking a page out of Tayler’s book and blasting him with an Irish uppercut. The blow itself sends the Thomas back a few steps but isn’t enough to drop the 240 pounder. The Future not one to give up that easily charges forward before leaping into the air hooking his legs round the throat of his opponent initiating a head scissor takedown. His momentum causes both men to spin 180 degrees before the wily American throws his bodyweight backwards attempting to topple Tayler and send him crashing to the mat. Much to his chagrin, Tayler has other ideas as to how this manoeuvre is going to end as he wraps his arms around the waist of his nemesis before kicking his own feet forward and falling derriere first to the canvas. As he falls he pulls Diamond out of the air and drives him head first into the mat, the thunderous impact deafening all in attendance. The devastating power bomb seemingly knocking the self proclaimed saviour out on impact as his eyes roll into the back of his skull and his body collapses lifelessly. Tayler refusing to allow Jake any hope of escape places his arms across his chest and secures him by the wrists as he goes for what is potentially the winning pin fall.

Jimmy “That’s it, there is no way Jake is escaping this one, and it’s all over folks.”

Ray” No way, Jakey pooh is merely playing possum, luring the behemoth into a false sense of security.”