Madhouse Match

[magnus]

As the ref’s hand is cutting its way through the air The Psycho Kid kicks his foot which in return sends a wave throughout his body which pushes his shoulder off the mat. Night’s jaw nearly falls to the floor as he was clearly expecting the first fall to be his. He very indignantly pushes himself to a kneeling position. As he swears under his breath, his hair is gripped by an unseen superstar. But before the aggressing adversary has a chance to do anything Jake comes from nowhere and tackles the man to the canvas. Instinctively, Night turns to see the man was the Irishman. He just shrugs it off and decides to let Diamond deal with it, as he goes to capitalize on TPK he’s caught with a boot to the head from Dominik that sends him collapsing to the canvas. The champ from the Catacombs follows all the way through with the kick and even steps on his head. As Dom finally comes to a stand-still he throws his head back, shuts his eye tight, brings his legs completely together; closing any space they once had between each other, and holding his arms straight out to his side. He inhales an enormous amount of oxygen and for a moment smiles knowing he has a great chance at retaining his prized Solid Core Championship. But unknown to him, Jake’s watchful eyes are fixated on his body. With one last punch to TNT’s head, Diamond sluggishly pushes himself up and jolts towards the overconfident champion. The Future now throws his shoulder into the unguarded abdomen of the Lord of the Flies. A loud, booming, grunting sound escape the once closed lips of the champ who now finds himself pinned between the bulky shoulder of Jake and the canvas. The fans are ecstatic, and truly amazed at how stupid Dom was to leave himself as a sitting duck. They then start to with a chant that goes perfectly with the situation of the Ultra violent Assassin trying to be the Hardcore Genius, yet failing to be ‘smart’.

“You‘re not a Genius” *CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP*

They repeat the phrase several times, though each time subtracting enthusiasm until it finally dies down and they return to their seats, just as Diamond climbs to a vertical base. Now it’s he who begins to taunt on he mocks the acting of shooting two pistols at his grounded foe. He gets a mix-reaction from the energetic audience, who aren’t Jake’s biggest fans, but do like the taunt directed towards the malicious champ.

“You know, Sang. I just came to a conclusion; no matter who walks away from this match with the title around their waist the fans won’t be happy. They don’t like any of the competitors in this Main Event Madhouse Match.”

“Oh, I definitely agree with your statement. But I think that‘s completely wrong in my opinion. I mean look at these five superstars, they‘re working their asses off, and for the fans to not appreciate that is despicable.”

After a quick scan and analysis of the squared hell, and all the laid out contenders, he comes to the conclusion that he’d like to further his assault on the already wounded Dominik. He grips Santiago’s left boot with his cupped hands and drags him to the center of the ring, which would have been fairly easy if it wasn’t for the force of friction. With the champ now positioned perfectly in the center of the ring, Diamond strides to a near corner and very swiftly climbs to the top. He positioned with one leg on the second rope, and the other one the very tope. He looks over each shoulder looking at the eagerly awaiting fans. Just before take off, TNT quickly pounces to a vertical base; shocking the Technical Striker. The Irishman gives the Head Hunter no chance to react and quickly joins him on the set of ropes. TNT in one fluid motion throws his opponent’s arm over his head and does the same with his arm over Jake’s. Before doing anything else he slides his thumb into the rim of Diamond’s waist band. Dom, who appeared to be playing possum for atleast some of the time he spent on the canvas, now also invites himself to the ropes and finds himself in the same set up as TNT. They seem to be preparing for a double Superplex, which could possibly take Diamond out of this match-up, or at least allow either superstar to get a fall. However, the fearless Jake shows he’s not going to back down by throwing a fist into the champs gut causing him to leap back and hold his gut back on solid ground. He soon fights TNT off who joins the champ on the canvas; both standing holding their injured areas. After being knocked from his position, Jake sets himself back up for flight, then takes off. He flies over head the two awaiting superstars who were expecting a head-on collision, however, the unpredictable Second City resident soars right over them and while on his way to the mat does a flip and grips the neck of bother standing superstars; taking them to the mat with a DOUBLE flying neck breaker.

“Wow. Look at Jake go. He‘s certainly not letting anybody bring him down! He fought two hungry superstars off him, and was able to pull off a FACINATING flying neck breaker.”

“Yeah, but lets not count out anybody just yet. Each and every one of them have been putting in an acceptable effort, and they‘re all deserving in my eyes.”

Jake lets out a slight grunt after landing on his back, but nothing compared to the agony being displayed by the two other superstars who were targeted by the assault.

It’s now that the two formerly inert superstars climb hastily to a vertical stance, and begin to simultaneously walk towards each other. The Asylum resident is the first to react, and throws a balled fist across the jaw line of Night, nearly shattering it on impact. The Charming staggers back a few steps whilst attending to his rattled jaw, which surprisingly still hold all his teeth. As this action is going on, Jake is starting to crawl his way over to the pain soaked body of Dom. He sluggishly throws hiss arm across his chest, the ref quickly drops to the mat and begins to count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

Just before the ref’s hand came down for a third time, the two standing superstars both darted toward Jack and planted both their feet across his back; breaking the pin, and saving themselves from possibly being eliminated, since they don’t have some type of safety net as Jake, and Dom do. Night quickly runs towards the ropes, getting himself away from the irrational Psycho Kid. Although he sends himself that way after rebounding, he’s got a plan. But as it seems it backfires, TPK uses Night’s own momentum to hoist him in the air, and as Night begins to free fall down, TPK spins and catches Night’s head whilst falling to the ground; completely annihilating Alex’s facial area with his patented “Downfall” Payback, perhaps after taking Night’s “De-Charmer”!

[Jake Diamond]

Feeling the taste of the first chosen elimination in the match being swept away from him, Jake looks up from the mat like a lion on the prowl, sprawling out his stance lower and balancing on the tips of his fingers and toes. Watching and stalking The Psycho Kid who still has his back turned from the action, looking down at the downed Alex Night, Jake grits his teeth tightly as a frustrated fury begins to burrow into his mind, realizing the Dictator’s Rules would have to be his biggest obstacle in the match. Observing every little motion his standing opponent makes, Jake times his strike and, as TPK turns on the ball of his heel, pushes off of the mat with every ounce of strength his possesses in his given joints. Leading up with his right arm in an almost flexing like pose, Jake pops out of nowhere and surprise attacks with an uprising European uppercut, landing beautifully across The Psycho Kid’s jaw and sends him stumbling backwards to the set of turnbuckles. Bumping hard against the padded turnbuckles, TPK unintentionally slips and slides down to a seated position, leaning against the bottom and middle turnbuckles for support, giving the Arrogant American an idea which only adds to the growing smirk on his face. Jake quickly brushes his long, damp, and shaggy hair from his eyes and ruthlessly charges toward TPK without a moment’s hesitation. Aiming at his face with his right foot, Jake drives the sole of his right boot against the side of the multi-personality face of his opponent, scrapping away at his face as if he was a piece of gum beneath his shoe. Falling forward from the momentum, Jake presses his right knee against TPK’s face while resting with both arms spread across the top rope, staring out into the audience with his piercing and perfectly dementedly sane expression. The audience, well away of the fact that they voted some of the most hated men in Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling into the match, seem to want to back for the lesser of all of the evils and let out a small round of applause for the quick flurry. The Diamond of the United Powers can’t help but smile like a skeleton in response, until the applause quickly morph into a flurry of boos, instantly changing his reaction from pleasure to confusion.

Dominik Santiago and Tayler Nathan Thomas, who have now gotten back up to their feet following Jake’s previous assault on them, seem more than aware of the boos that bombard them, along with Jake Diamond’s blatant confusion. Looking over to each other and nodding in a rare moment of understanding, two of Jake’s biggest threats in the match decide to take the overthrowing of the Fuhrer in both of their combined hands. Still bewildered, Jake takes a quick look over his shoulder and soon becomes aware of the unfortunate predicament that awaits him. Letting out a sigh, well aware he’s about to be flipped inside out, Jake decides to storm the castle guards. Turning on a dime, Jake spins around and charges, letting out a loud battle cry in an attempt to possibly trump his two daunting opponents. Regrettably, running away instead of at two experienced men in his trade would have been a wiser decision. Aiming high for a double clothesline on both TNT and Dominik, with his eyes closed, Jake Diamond hopes for the best until the Uncrowned and the Solid Core champion aim low, each grabbing roughly around the Future’s calves, before getting back up to a standing position and falling back. Suddenly feeling a sense of weightlessness a slew of profanities flow throughout Jake’s mind before he comes crashing back down to the canvas face first with a double team flapjack.

Jimmy Pate: “I’ve been monitoring professional wrestling for quite some time and Jake Diamond for the majority of that time and I have to say... That’s arguably the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.”

Ray White: “Maybe Jake was hoping that it was so stupid that it would throw both Dominik and Tayler off guard... Okay, even for Jakey Pooh that wasn’t wise at all.”

JP: “Worst part about it is that it threw not only Tayler Nathan Thomas and Dominik Santiago back into the driver’s seat, but he could have capitalized once again with a possible elimination... It just isn’t his night.”

RW: “Sure, it may not be his, but the Fuhrer’s Rules are still in play! It doesn’t need to be his night! Uh oh... Dominik and Tayler look as though they aren’t finished with him...”

Not finished with him by any means it seemed. Both with their own past and personal vendettas against Jake Diamond, he managed to pull together two of the most dominating men together with their combined hatred for the man lying flat on his face before them. Gently slapping Tayler on the back to get his attention, Dominik Santiago points at the floored Jake Diamond’s head, telling him to pull him up. With a gentle nod in agreement, Tayler Nathan Thomas quickly rotates around Jake Diamond’s body and bends over before locking him in a sloppy front facelock. Pulling the rather ignorant Diamond up to a leaned over position before hooking his arm behind his head, looking for what seems to be a suplex. Grabbing hold of the tights, TNT lifts Jake Diamond up in the air to a vertical position, expecting, under some type of circumstance, Dominik Santiago to assist him in Diamond’s dismantling. Unfortunately for him, he suddenly comes to know, the Lord of the Flies works only for himself. Planting a stiff boot to Tayler’s gut, forcing him to double over but at the same time drop Jake Diamond from his position. However, from the awkward positioning, the drop is botched as Jake falls straight down without Tayler’s presence and stiffly lands straight down on the back of his head and neck, a region that’s caused Jake pain over the countless years. While Jake rolls out of the ring from a possibly legitimate injury, none of it seems to faze the entirely one sided Dominik Santiago before taking a quick step forward and wrapping his arm around the front of the Uncrowned Champion’s neck and his foot behind his legs before driving him across his knee with an STO backbreaker. However, characteristically not finished from the combo, Dominik reaches forward and wraps both of his arms around TNT’s head before sharply arching backwards, bringing back Irish’s own with him with a reverse STO, completing the Final Destination.

Back on the other side of the ring Alex Night has his sights on his surroundings once again, unaware he missed the past series of events that unfolded before him. Peering around from shoulder to shoulder the only thing that really seems to catch his sights is the hunched over TPK resting against the bottom turnbuckle still holding his face. It takes him a second take and a few seconds to realize his immense chance before him and scurries over hurriedly like a child on Christmas and pulls his present away from the turnbuckles and drapes his body across him, hoping to grab the first elimination much like all those around him. Watching as the referee drops down to the mat before him, Alex almost twitches on TPK, anxious to let everyone know that it was the cry baby who managed to take control of the match. That is, until, The Psycho Kid violently thrusts his shoulder upward just at the two count. Frustrated that it escaped him so easily, Alex Night instantly pushes himself up to his feet and, after taking a stomp or two at his Outcasts foe, takes his argument up against the referee. With tears beginning to swell in his mind, Alex demands the call be changed to a three count, ignoring the referee’s pleas to return to the match. More than certain the pleas were to get him out of the official’s face, Alex grows more agitated and begins to challenge it even more ferociously that is, until, the true reasoning behind the pleas wraps an arm from behind around his neck. Demented and psychotic as ever, Dominik Santiago manages to sneak attack the Cry Baby and quickly changes his positioning over to a half nelson before grabbing at Alex’s tights before a move can be made. Lifting and simultaneously arching back, the Lord of the Flies flips and drives the unsuspecting Alex Night onto the back of his head with a half nelson suplex, proving just how easy it is to go from being attempted to be pinned to leader of the momentum. Pushing himself up to his feet Dominik Santiago, well aware of his positioning, takes the moment to pose and mockingly outstretches both of his arms past his sides with his head thrown back, possibly in parody of Jake Diamond or in continuous mockery of Matthew Oliveira.

Jake Diamond, watching the action from the outside of the ring holding his head, milking the botch like the weasel he is, peers at Dominik Santiago who has his back turned towards him. Well aware this is his best chance to advance and that the consequences could be fatal, Jake decides to spring into action. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope, The Savior squirms forward and reaches an arm up from between the Hardcore Assassin’s legs and before Dominik is even aware of it, pulls him backwards with a cheap school boy pin.

“That shitty little weasel! Jake Diamond’s got the chance as the very first dictator in the match and pin the Solid Core champion!”

“Yes Jakey, yes! But who and what will he choose to eliminate?! The referee’s going down, he could have it!”

TBC

[M BISON]

First fall goes to Alex Night. Whenever he posts, he can write up the pinfall and elimination. Remember, Jake is immune.

[magnus]

The sloppy pin attempt was to no avail, as Dominik was able to effortlessly kick his way out of the School boy. Diamond doesn’t bother disputing this one, as he knows damn well it was a half-assed pin attempt. He simply brings Dominik up to a vertical stance as he get up himself. With a few sharp punches to the midsection the Lord of the Flies was able to fight off his adversary. With Diamond only slightly dazed after Dom’s sharp blows, Santiago makes it his mission to take down his biggest threat in defending his gold. He successfully does so by charging the short distance between them and lifting his knee high up until connecting with Jake Diamond’s wide-open, exposed jaw. By the time Jake hit’s the floor, the sound of his teeth clattering can be heard coming back as an echo. Not completely satisfied, Dom continues the assault with vicious stomps to the cranium of his floored prey. With each stomp being delivered he lets out a frustrated grunting noise, until finally he decides stomps aren’t enough. He squats down and after slapping the Second City Native upside the head a few times, he pulls him to a vertical positioning. A gleaming smile can now be seen stretched across his face, he licks his lips almost hungrily, with the scent of victory making driving him, he thrust his boot into Jake’s tender groin. Instantly, Diamond doubles over, the defending champ wraps his arms around the waist of the doubled over Second City resident and in one quick motion pulls him off the mat and positions Diamond so he back is arched across his shoulder. The entire audience know exactly what’s to come, and they don’t like it. With a sadistic smile radiating off Dom’s face, he flings the dead-weight of the middle weight off his shoulder and rotates him so that he ‘s now free falling towards the mat face-first. However, Dom is simultaneously raising his knee up until it finally smacks Diamond in the forehead area, perfecting a move he calls “Cerebral Buzkill” . Before Dom has the chance to celebrate his jaw gets rocked by the heel of Night which floors him.

“HOLY GOD! FINISHER AFTER FINISHER!”

“WOW! What a match we have here. Dom was so focused on Diamond he neglected to relieve Night has been sizing him up!”

After a giving a quick thought on who to pin, he decides it’d be good for his image if he’d pin the champ, so he quickly pounces on him and hooks the leg. As the zebra striped official falls to the canvas to do his job, the fans watch on intensely. The ref brings his hand down and smacks the ring once, then twice, till finally coming down for a third time declaring Night the victor of the first fall. Night’s eyes light up as a Christmas tree, and he cannot believe that he just redeemed his first loss, while also getting a honorable pin over the current champ. He quickly jumps to a vertical base and jumps up and down whilst gripping his head tightly, like a Diva who just became champ. He screams from excitement and charges for the mic being held now by the ref. He yanks it from the ref’s loose grip and begins to scream into it.

“OH MY GOD! Let me start off by saying it is such an honor to get the first fall. Thank you, to all my Night-Lights!”

He brings the mic away from the smiling face of his for a moment to allow the jeering fans to tone down. He accepts the jeers as if they were boos and touches his heart with his left hand whilst mouthing “thank you, thank you all”

“I‘d like to start with the elimination of a superstar. Sorry, but it‘s too much of a risk having two of the Outcast in the ring at once, TNT you‘re now ELIMINATED! ”

The fans quickly change from jeering, to cheering beings TNT one of the most hated of the five heels. He smiles thinking they’re cheering for him and slightly bows, before bringing the mic back up to his lips.

“And the stipulation I‘ll be negating is Jake Diamond‘s.”

He throws them mic to the outside of the ring, and the fans now begin with the enthusiastic cheering once again.

A backstage staff worker come out and escorts out TNT to make sure obeys the orders. Night arrogantly waves good-bye to the eliminated Outcast, and just then a very angry TPK steps face-to-face with Night. His once gleaming smile is now upside down, as he just came to relieve his call didn’t make The Psycho Kid too happy. The hardcore technician is the first to act, and sends his tightly clenched fist into the check of the Californian Crybaby shaking his vertical base. He quickly follows up with another. After half a dozen blows, Alex starting to fight back and answer the shots with punches of his own. The exchange of punches goes on for a few seconds before TPK blocks a right hook, and shuffles around Night so that he now behind him. He quickly locks his hands in front of the Tantrum Thrower’s waist. The Asylum resident now uses his legs muscles to lift the 240 pound frame of Night off the mat and arches his back so that the upper half of Alex’s body collides with the canvas in a German Suplex which was executed perfectly. To Night’s displeasure, TPK doesn’t loosen his grip, instead he works his way up to a vertical positioning, and bring Night there also. As the psychotic one readies himself for another German, Night outstretches his arms, and tries dragging TPK towards the ropes to break the hold. Just before his fingers touch the ref fabric he’s lifted off the canvas and slammed head first once again into the hard, unforgiving surface of the squared hell.

“I’m guessing he‘s going for three, that‘s the lucky number!”

“I think he is, he‘s got Night locked in there tight and it looks like he‘s about to do it again; he has him standing once more.”

The Charming struggles, and reaches out with great hopes of reaching the savior that is the rope. His fingers are now only inches away, but TPK takes Night on an emotional roller coaster as he yanks him away just before his fingers touched. Now in the center of the ring, Night tries a different approach, he tries using his strength to pry his adversary’s fingers apart. It’s to great succession too, as it worked. Night’s now holding TPK’s hands out to his side, and begins the struggle begins for TPK to get the lock secured again. The fans start clapping; edging the two standing superstars on, but the mood of the match quickly shifts as Night throws his boot back smashing it’s hard rubber texture into the balls of the Asylum resident. With TPK’s hands now occupied by cupping his damaged jewels. Night takes full advantage of this and thrust his opponent's head between his quads and now Alex leans over and allpies a grip to TPK’s waist. However, before he has the chance to do anything the clever TPK uses his unpredictable strength and hoists Night off the floor, so that he’s now hanging onto his opponent for dear life. The Outcast grips the calves of Alex before throwing his own body forward which cause Night to fly off and slam back first into the mat. The Asylum slams connects with perfection as Night’s head bounces off the canvas. TPK seeing his adversary’s eyes roll in the back of his head attempts a cover.

[TPK/Acid]

ONE!

TWO!

Just as the ref's hand was nearing the mat for a third time Alex managed to shoot his right shoulder up breaking up the pin attempt. TPK begins muttering and shaking his head as he raises to his feet bringing Night along with him. TPK places his right arm on Night's shoulder and places his left forearm in his chest, he then pushes him into the corner where the ref quickly steps in and breaks the men apart. TPK walks away from Alex and slightly crouches taking a moment to size The Crybaby up, as soon as the ref moves TPK rushes and launches himself into the air driving his Two Hundred and Forty-Five frame into Alex making him drop to a sit.

Trix: A Splash from The Psycho Kid, he usually does that one while donning barbed wire but that isn't an option in this one.

Sang: Yeah, while these two bozos are fighting they fail to realize that they've made the mistake of giving Jake Diamond and Dom Santiago time to rest.

Trix: I know! Jake Diamond and Dom are two of EVPW's best, you don't want to let up on them if you have them down.

While TPK kneels beside a prone Alex Night seemingly yelling at him Jake Diamond begins to stir. The Future sees Dom still laying motionless on the canvas and groggily crawls onto him for a sneak pin, the official notices and quickly slides into position but barley gets a two count before Dom manages to roll to his side and break up The Fuhrer's pin. Meanwhile TPK has brought Alex back to a stand in the corner, TPK goes for a huge left haymaker but Alex shifts to the side causing the remaining Outcast to drive his knuckles into the thinly padded turnbuckle. Alex, never one to pass on an opportunity, positions himself at TPK's back and rolls him up into a schoolboy. The ref, not yet having stood up from Jake's pin attempt, scampers over on his hands and knees and starts a count but he took too long to get into position which gave TPK enough time to kick out with time to spare.

Sang: These refs I swear. If that man had any sort of speed he'd of surely gotten to a three count there, but no he had to go and take his own sweet time.

Trix: Hey, give him a break The Fuhrer's pin attempt had him in a bad position to get to Alex Night. Besides who is to say Psycho wouldn't have kicked out?

Sang: Well for one, me! I have eyes, I saw how close that was. The ref's fingernails practically scrapped the surface of the mat for God's sake!

Alex starts to complain but doesn't have time as he is drug to his feet by an agitated Jake Diamond. Jake forcefully spins Alex around so the two men are face to face before landing the heel of his boot into Night's gut doubling him over, Jake the pulls Alex's head between his legs and lifts him up against his body. Jake clasps his arms between Alex's legs and takes two steps back before falling to his ass driving the top of The California Crybaby's head into the canvas with a dull thud. Jake goes for the pin but is suddenly dragged away by a highly pissed off Solid Core Champion. Dom drags Night too his feet and starts to go for a move before getting grabbed by Jake, the two men stand toe to toe and begin yelling at one another all the while Alex stands back and watches the fireworks. Jake shoves Dom, Dom comes back with a shove of his own and then they both turn and out of nowhere land hard rights into the skull of Night flooring him and getting his momma all manner of upset.

Trix: Wait what the hell!? Night just got leveled right there! Who would have thought those two would be willing to work together?

Sang: And why not? After all Alex Night put the target on himself by getting a pin over the champ. He's made himself a threat, he drew too much attention to himself and that's never good in this kind of a situation.

Trix: I know...but WOW! It's still every man for himself though, and I don't think that THIS partnership is going to last long AT...ALL!

Just as Trix finishers verbalizing her thought Jake and Dom return their attention back to one another. Jake forcefully slams the ridge of his right hand into Dom's chest getting a "WHOOO!" from the crowd, Dom returns the favor and he in kind gets a "WHOO!" from the fans. Suddenly a chop fest ensues and the arena is abuzz with "WHOO!"'s this gets broken up when Dom loses his footing and back pedals towards the rope. Jake thinks quickly and smirks as he bolts towards Dom, Jake heaves himself into the air and floats to the side before throwing the entirety of his body into Dom's torso sending both men over the top rope where they spill to the thin blue mat below. TPK, now back to his feet, sees Alex Night starting to pull himself to a stand. TPK quickly rushes for the ropes and jumps into the air planting both feet on the middle rope, at this point TPK lets his own bodyweight send him flying, TPK twists his body in the air and extends his arm. Alex Night sees this as it's going on and just as he's about too a full stand tucks his head down and rolls forward causing TPK to land and miss his mark by a huge margin getting a chuckle from the fans.

Sang: Oh my lord, that was truly pathetic. Why the hell does The Psycho Kid try to fly? He either misses, or hurts himself in the process...I mean my lord remember Disney Land? Honestly surprised the idiot is walking after that stunt.

Trix: Sure, ninety percent of the time he misses. But the other ten percent of the time he'll hit and when he does it's usually pretty awesome!

Sang: So, you are telling me...that for a ten percent chance of success, The Psycho Kid is willing to risk permanent injury? That is absurd.

Trix: Yep, that's the gist of it.

Just as TPK brings himself to a stand Alex remains in a squatting position laying in wait for his prey. As soon as TPK spis to face Alex, Alex rushes at TPK full steam ahead and folds TPK up like a white house intern as he connects with a vicious spear. Alex then quickly hooks TPK's legs and goes for another pin as the ref slides into position.

TBC

[Dominik Santiago]

Despite receiving a ravaging spear from Alex Night, TPK manages to roll a shoulder over. His tenacity exasperates the young Californian who climbs to his feet with a bitter scowl etched on his mug. As Alex approached his adversary, TPK lifted up, his fist protruding through the air, landing square in the belly of the beast. TPK follows up with a second, the latter of which leaving Night wincing in agony and staggering. TPK rises to his feet, taking a deep breath and quickly devising a new game time strategy. As TPK advances, Alex Night side steps before popping back his elbow, plunging it into the chin of his incoming foe, neutralizing his target and sending him back to the corner. Night picks his hands through his hair, his eyes narrowed, his teeth gritted, his utter rage manifesting before the eyes of the spectators. The indignant Californian suddenly charges at the corner, allowing his fury to get the best of him. TPK capitalizes off of Night's impulsive behavior, swinging his legs into the air, his boots landing across Night's jaw, sending him stumbling back. Without a moments hesitation, TPK scales the top turnbuckle, suddenly finding himself staring down at the youngest competitor in the bout. TPK curled his lip in a supercilious smile before taking his leap of faith, gliding gracefully from the top, extending his nearest arm out, clashing it against Night's chest, dragging him to the canvas.

Both men lie inert following TPK's devastating Flying Clothesline, while on the outside, The Savior and the Lord of the Flies reach a vertical base. The Fuhrer takes the initiative, landing a stiff blow to the Assassin's skull, following up with a gut busting knee shot. Coerced to double over, the Hardcore Assassin is left vulnerable , Jake Diamond hastily taking advantage, grappling the leaning Californian's head before briskly blasting Dominik in the chin with his forearm, the European Uppercut forcing the Lord of the Flies to swallow his own pride whilst sending him lurching toward the apron. As The Savior celebrates his tentative triumph, Dominik cowardly turns to the apron, hoping to gain distance from his foe and find some sort of solace. Jake Diamond refuses to let the Assassin recuperate, grabbing Santiago's leg as he climbs onto the apron. Out of desperation, Dominik shakes his leg, and during the struggle, he manages to smash his boot into Diamond's face, forcing him to retreat. Back inside the ring, TPK has climbed to a vertical base, stalking his groggy prey. As the battered, lethargic Night rises and turns, TPK crouches, reaching for his antagonist, hoisting him on his shoulders. As The Psycho Kid rises, Alex manages to escape, sliding down TPK's back before shoving him forward. As TPK steps forward, Dominik leans in-between the ropes, maliciously driving his shoulder blade into the Psycho Kid's gut. TPK back-pedals, saliva sputtering out his gaping mouth while his face contorts into a grimace. Skulking behind the lurching TPK is Alex Night who quickly executes a waistlock on his bewildered foe. Before anything can transgress, The Hardcore Assassin leans up on the apron before climbing onto the top rope. Using the rope as a springboard, Dominik launches himself toward his two targets, TPK ducking in desperation, Dominik reaching around Alex's body, clasping his hands together around his waist. As he lands seated on the canvas, Dom drags Night down, simultaneously, the Night Light violently bridges his back, releasing TPK overhead. While TPK lands with a thud, Alex Night is caught with his shoulders pinned down, prompting the referee to make the count.

Sang: "Sunset Flip-German Suplex combination, what a turn of events!"

"1!"

"2!"

Trix: "Only a two count! The Solid Core Champion was a second away from gaining retribution!"

After Night somehow kicked out, the defending champion sluggishly climbed to his feet. Now his primary target, Dominik lifts Alex Night to a vertical base. The Assassin clubs Alex over the back, and steps behind him before placing his head underneath Night's nearest arm. After wrapping his arms around his torso, Santiago lifts Night into the air before placing him on the top turnbuckle. The champion takes a moment to regain his breath before climbing the turnbuckles, intending to eradicate and eliminate his foe once and for all. Alex seemingly gathers another wind, repeatedly blasting the Assassin in the forehead with brutal elbows, the last of which sends Dominik falling from grace, crashing and burning on the mat. As Night tries to stand, The Psycho Kid climbs to his feet, and due to his pure disgust toward the youthful Californian, charges at the ropes, opportunistically pulling them, causing Alex to lose his balance. Night trips and lands with his legs hooked under the top ropes, TPK's intrusion leaving him suspended upside down. Meanwhile, Jake Diamond finds himself thrown back into the pot as he slides inside the ring. The Fuhrer surveys the crowd before scampering toward the corner. As Diamond draws nearer, a once rising Hardcore Assassin rolls to a prone position, sitting on all fours with his head shamefully buried in the canvas.

Jake Diamond's momentum doesn't lessen, as he steps onto the back of the Hardcore Assassin before propelling himself into the air. While airborne, Diamond brings his knees inward, holding that position, almost delaying his attack. As he nears the canvas, The Savior extends his legs, his boots viciously clashing against Alex's face with stupendous authority and precision. As the force of the incapacitating shot reverberates throughout "The Night Light's" cranium, Alex collapses from the turnbuckle, dropping head first to the mat.

"Hesitation Dropkick! Jake Diamond literally came out of nowhere, and kicked Night's teeth down his throat. Let's see if these broads melt for him now!"

"They'll probably be mourning. Alex Night's good looks were just tarnished. Hell, even I'm having second guesses about him now!"

"You know there's something wrong with the guy when the promiscuous Trix doesn't find them attractive!"

"Keep em coming Sang, and you'll be reunited with Kingbear for the holidays sooner than ya think!"

The Savior crawls toward Night's motionless body before dragging him into the center of the ring, commencing to cover him. Just as the ref drops down, The Hardcore Assassin grabs Diamond by the leg and jerks him off the fallen Californian, only to cover Night himself.

"1!"

"2!"

Just before the three, TPK rushes toward the Assassin, inserting himself back into the chaos. With his hands clasped together, TPK drops down to his knees, swinging his arms downward and driving them into the champ's skull, breaking up the pinfall. As Alex Night rolls away, TPK lifts Dom to a vertical base, backing him into the corner. The Psycho Kid quickly spears his knee into Santiago's belly before pulling him off the ropes. As he whips Santiago across the ring, TPK advances to the center of the squared hell, unaware of Jake Diamond creeping behind him. As Santiago rebounds, Jake Diamond lowers his shoulder and dives at TPK's legs, while the Hardcore Assassin leaps into the air. The Assassin wraps his leg around TPK's neck while Diamond thrusts his shoulder blade into his legs, the cohesive sequence of attacks leaving TPK sprawling on the canvas, totally eliminated from the contest for the time being.

The Solid Core Champion lifts himself up using the ropes following his Leg Lariat, locking his eyes on the only other man left moving, The Savior, Jake Diamond. Dominik quickly charges at his bitter rival, hoping to catch the oblivious Savior off guard. But Jake was ready and waiting for the cat to scratch, and he clawed back, delivering a flesh wrenching chop to the rushing Assassin. Dominik could feel the air being stripped from his lungs, as Jake continued his assault, following up with another vicious chop. With Dom reeling, The Fuhrer makes a deft spin move, while swinging his fist. Amazingly, the Solid Core Champ ducks. As Jake turns back to him, Santiago plants his boot into his gut and quickly grabs Jake's head. Turning his back to him, the Assassin steps forward. The Savior, places his hands across Santiago's back, sliding his head free while shoving Santiago forward. The momentum from the push carries the defending champion to the nearby corner, where he leaves his feet, landing across the middle turnbuckle. After gaining his balance, The Lord of the Flies leaps back toward his opponent. Matching his rival counter for counter, Jake Diamond bends his knees, catching Santiago along his shoulders, capturing him in a Fireman's Carry. As the Savior rises with his adversary hoisted on his shoulders, Alex Night scrambles to his feet. The Hollywood Hunk rushes toward his foes, leaving his feet and jumping forward, grabbing Santiago's head, his might enough to pull the Savior off his feet. Jake Diamond falls backward, slamming Santiago into the canvas with authority.

"What a main event ladies and gentlemen. Love em or hate em, you can't deny these guys are putting on a show!"

"The champ was just trashed and scattered! Samoan Drop from the Fuhrer, Jake Diamond, and a dexterous Neckbreaker from Alex Night! "

Jake Diamond rolls onto his side while the Hollywood Hunk gradually rises to his feet. Alex surveys the situation, The Charming One standing tall, smirking as the "Night Light" chants begin. With the crowd's support, Alex backs into the nearby corner, slowly climbing to the top turnbuckle. Before Alex can take his leap, the Savior once again makes his presence felt, charging at the turnbuckle and quickly belting Alex with a stiff shot that leaves him befuddled at the top the mountain. Jake Diamond quickly climbs to the top, before leaping into the air and wrapping his legs around Alex's head. As he flips backward, Alex astutely grasps the ropes, causing Diamond to fall lonesome back to the canvas, landing chest to chest with the sprawled Assassin. The impact brings Diamond to his knees, before he falls beside the Assassin, him too becoming quiescent. As Alex leans up, the entire arena gets on there feet in anticipation for his plunge. But once again, the Hollywood Hunk is spontaneously interrupted, as TPK leaps at the corner, cracking Alex in the chin with his elbow. The brutal blow softens Alex up long enough for TPK to take complete advantage. TPK backs up into the corner, climbing up the turnbuckle underneath the dazed Alex Night. TPK places Alex onto his shoulder, situating him in the Electric Chair, before taking hold of Night's armpits. TPK suddenly leaps from the turnbuckle, flipping Night overhead, while falling to a seated position on the mat. The morale of the "Night Lights" come crashing down just like Alex, who lands across the bodies of Dom and Jake Diamond.

"TPK gets the last laugh folks! Assault Driver from the top rope...HOLY SHIT!"

"Alex Night's fall was cushioned by the Savior and the Solid Core Champ, and now all four remaining competitors in the Madhouse are down."

The arena was a perfect pandemonium as the audience was cheering "This is Awesome" vehemently, showing appreciation for the superstars; each one putting their bodies on the line to have the Solid Core Championship in their possession.

TBCB Whoever

[magnus]

While the move was executed amazingly well, it wasn’t set up so well. Night’s shoulders fail to touch the canvas, which means The Psycho Kid must reposition the body of Night in order to attempt a pin. He quickly catches on to this mistake, and drags Alex’s seemingly lifeless body to the center of the ring. The Kid of Psycho characteristic quickly pounces on his floored adversary’s sprawled out body and hooks the leg. Predictably, the ref drops to the mat in attempt to get the second fall of this match-up done. To the surprise of many the Californian Crybaby shoots his arm up off the mat, potentially saving himself from banishment of the match. The painted, sweaty face of TPK lights up in utter disbelief at his opponent’s desire to continue. The hardcore technician pushes himself to a kneeling position and runs his fingers through his short brown hair in irritation. Now, movement commences from the corner, where you can see the Champ is fighting the pain he’s in- all to get to a vertical base. TPK leave Alex as is, to meet with Dom as he makes his way to a full vertical stance. Dominik throws his boot out connecting with the mid-section of before he got the chance to attack. The Lord of Flies hastily follows up with a sharp, bone-crunching right-hand that sends his adversary recoiling, and staggering a few feet while still doubled over from the kick. Dom wastes no time and quickly pushes himself up to the second rope. He does the stolen Crucifix pose before leaping off the rope, he brings his legs up and aims his pointed knees at the back of TPK’s skull. Finally, he comes crashing down knees first on TPK’s cranium, leaving him face-down, sprawled out on the floor of the four-sided hell.

“Yikes. His knees smacked TPK right in the back of his head. That‘s got to hurt, Dom should capitalize, quickly.”

“Well, it looks as though he IS going for a pin.”

Though, he wasn’t going for a pin as Trix thought. Instead he has crawled over only to lock in a Headlock. He squeezes hard with each passing second, his opponent’s face quickly turns to red from its original pale pigmentation. From red, it slowly shifts to a deep, dark purple. The ref’s face projects a horrific expression, as he’s not sure that TPK’s going to be able to take much more. He falls to his knees next to the two and grips the Asylum resident’s arm. With haste he raises it, and lets go. TPK’s hand quickly falls to the mat, and the ref repeats it once more only for it to fall again, once more and Dom will be choosing a stipulation, and a superstars to hit the road. This time the ref exhales before releasing, TPK’s hand freefalls towards the canvas with great acceleration, then, miraculously TPK catches himself, and opens his eyes; stopping his arm from falling again. He starts on building a head-of-steam, and begins shaking his fist; trying his best to gain some much needed momentum. He uses his free hand and begins on a ascendancy, Dom shakes his head and increases the pressure being applied, but somehow TPK fight it until standing up fully. The fans clap, edging TPK just for the hell of it, as they’d rather see him win then have Dom remain champ. Dom knows damn well that it’s not looking too good for him now, so he takes the easy way out and drags TPK to the mat by his head before loosening his grip. The fans now break out in boos, as Dom travels to his feet and uses two fingers to tap his temple to arrogantly show his intelligence. The spectators are sickened by his increasingly arrogant acts, and send a wave of jeers in his direction; which only seems to motivate him more as he yells out ”Shut the fuck up, you despicable asses!”

“FUCK YOU DOM! FUCK YOU DOM!”

“The fans are certainly not holding back today, are they Sang?”

“Nope, not a bit. They shouldn‘t, look at how he‘s acting. It‘s a disgrace, I hope he gets what‘s coming to him.”

The chants gradually tone down, until finally fading into oblivion; a place his pride went when he was floored by Jake who impaled Dom’s abdomen with his shoulder blade. With the Spear leaving the Lord of the Flies in immense pain, and sprawled out upon the midst of the four-sided, squared Hell. Now it’s Jake who is left on his feet, tormenting the paying fans. They give Diamond the same exact treatment they did Dom, only this time they neglected the crude chants. After only a few short second (a blessing to the fans) of taunting, Jake pulls the Hardcore Assassin to a vertical stance and backs him into the vacancy of the corner, back-first. With a few sharp blunt force blows to the head, Jake begins walking backwards making sure not to take his eye off Dom. However, he seemed to have forgot about the other two competitors and allows himself to be rolled up in a School Boy pin, by the Crybaby, Alex Night. Night deviously takes control of the ref’s poor vision and grips the tights of Diamond hoping dearly for another victory, and the chance to take out the superstar of his choosing, and the stipulation of his choosing.

[Vladimir Strife]

((Second Fall awarded to Dominik, he gets next post))

[Dominik Santiago]

Despite Alex Night holding onto his tights for dear life, The Fuhrer manages to kick out, further upsetting the fuming Californian. After assaulting Diamond with a few stiff shots for good measure, Alex Night regains his bearings in the nearby corner. He takes a few deep breathes to calm himself down, keeping his eyes locked on a groggy Savior. Alex Night grins confidently as Jake lethargically rises from the ashes, his knees trembling, looking like a dog begging to be put down. Feeling obligated to oblige him, Alex side steps out of the corner, waving Jake a "Goodbye" in the process as he snaps his leg upward, whilst thrusting forward. The Savior adeptly ducks and steps forward, dodging the patent Thrust Kick from the California Crybaby and in doing so, taking complete control of the predicament. With Alex off balance, Jake crouches behind him, striking like a coiled viper as it's prey turns. Diamond quickly captures Alex Night on his shoulders, hoisting him in a Fireman's Carry. Luckily, the ropes are in range for Alex who desperately seizes them, causing an epic struggle for power to ensue. As both men continue their efforts to gain a most important conquest, TPK slowly begins to stir, lifting his head and opening his weary eyes, Jake Diamond and a frightened Night Light the first things he sees. The predatory Psycho Kid hastily charges, throwing himself at the vulnerable Savior, knocking him into the ropes, simultaneously causing the Fuhrer to don't Alex over the ropes where he crashes violently across the barely padded floor. TPK staggers, both taking a breath and sizing up the battered Savior who was reduced to one knee by TPK's kamikaze type intervention. As Diamond rises, TPK bends his arm before spinning about 360. During the rotation, The Fuhrer notices TPK's elbow plunging through the atmosphere, quickly lowering his head, barely evading the Roaring Elbow. Now behind his foe, Jake Diamond takes his ready stance, once moving from the passenger's position and aspiring to take the wheel. TPK however, has the Savior scouted, slipping to the side as Jake Diamond lowers his shoulders. Now disoriented, Jake Diamond finds himself kicked in the rear, his momentum carrying him toward the nearby corner where he lands sternum first with a thud.

The impetuous Psycho Kid discards all strategies, charging at the corner directly. Feeling the walls closing in, Jake Diamond hastily climbs the turnbuckle before leaping backward at the very last moment, flipping backward in a dexterous, agile display of acrobatic ability. As he lands on his feet, the Savior finds himself once again putting the pedal to the metal, in the driver's seat as his opponent stumbles out of the corner following a vicious acquaintance with the unforgiving turnbuckle padding. Jake Diamond leans forward, placing the groggy TPK on his shoulders, hooking his head with one arm and his leg with the other. After backing into the center of the ring, Jake Diamond tosses TPK into the air, while stepping back, lifting and bending his leg, maliciously driving his knee into the back of his adversary's head with a stuporing shot. As the TPK lands on the canvas supinely, the vicious blow reverberating throughout his brain, Jake falls to the canvas, covering his fallen opposition.

Trix: "Second City Sleep II! Jake just blasted TPK in the back of the head. And much like TPK, I can feel my brain quaking!"

Sang: "He goes deep in his bag of trickery, and connects with that vicious knee strike! And with the ref in position, The Fuhrer is that much closer to the Solid Core Championship!"

As the referee drops to his knee and commences to count, the Solid Core Champion slowly brings the crowd to their feet as he he is seen perched at the top turnbuckle, a contemptuous expression plastered on his face. Dominik suddenly leaped off the top, soaring through the air but keeping his eyes glued on his target like a bird of prey. While airborne, the Assassin flips forward, and adroitly arches his body in a corkscrew like rotation. Crashing like a rain to the earth, Santiago finally lands, dropping leg first across the back of the oblivious Savior's head, breaking up the pinfall and causing utter commotion in the sold out arena.

The Solid Core Champion slowly slides across the canvas, rolling the Savior over before limply draping his arm across his chest. The zebra clad official theatrically slides to the mat, zealously raising his hand into the air, beginning his count.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

DING! DING! DING!

Andrew Porter: "And the winner of this fall is, DOMINIK SANTIAGO!"

"Dominik finally gains retribution. He had been defeated by the Savior twice, most recently in the Midnight Massacre, but tonight, it is the Assassin who gets the last laugh!"

"I thought Jake was moments away from winning the fall but in the end a Corkscrew Leg Drop turned out to be the difference."

The champion was scornfully and condescendingly proud of his accomplishment as he slid himself into the corner. He remained dormant, continuing to smile his smug smirk as the referee brought the mic to him. The champion slowly grasps the microphone, leaning forward coercing his hair to cover his face , inadvertently protecting the crowd from his ridiculously haughty grin. Dominik slowly climbed to a vertical base, delaying his decree in order to strike a crucifix pose, spurring the detestation of the audience. In spite of the clamoring of the crowd, Santiago finally brought the mic to his lips.

Dom: "Liberation Via Extermination. None of you are exempt from this, and that includes the self proclaimed Savior! Jake Diamond, your a false prophet, and you make me physically ill. Tonight, your falsehood has been brought to light. Consider yourself... "Left Behind!" Referee, escort this filth out of my ring, my killing ground, because the Fuhrer, has been banished. Your night is done Jake. Your ELIMINATED!"

The dazed and fatigued Savior struggles to his feet, his bells still ringing after Dom's gravity defying leg drop. As the ref approaches Jake, The Savior still remains unaware of the situation.

"I SAID BEGONE!"

The champion quickly charged at his defenseless adversary, clocking Jake Diamond with the microphone, sending him falling through the ropes, forcefully removing the Fuhrer from the contest by his own power.

"Totally unnecessary! What a cheap shot!

"He was ruining the occassion!"

"Onto further business. TPK, Alex Night, I will not allow destiny to hang in the balance, lurking in a domain where it can be obtained by your undeserving hands. I will control it, and for this reason, the Dictator's Rules will be negated!"

"This is now a Triple Threat and the beginning of your end."

"And let this be known... As The Truth. And The Revel-"

Before the Solid Core Champion can finish his statement, he is assaulted from behind by the Psycho Kid who clubs him over the back. Dominik crawls to the corner before covering himself up, barely protecting himself from his foe's relentless barrage of fists.

"He can't interrupt the champion like that! Who does he think he is? These Outcasts have no respect for their superiors!"

"Be that as it may, Dom has just changed this match entirely. Alex Night and TPK will have to pin or make the champ submit twice in order to eliminate him. But then again, they'll still be able to nullify his stipulation if they gain a fall!"

"And the likelihood of that occurring folks is one and a million! "

TBCB TPK or Alex Night

[TPK/Acid]

TPK continues to slugishly throw his fists into the champion who can do little more than bring his arms up to protect himself. This assault goes on for until a groggy Alex Night pushes past the leaving Fuhrer and rolls himself back into the ring, Alex pulls The Lone Outcast off of The Hardcore Assassin and rushes in himself.

Trix: Looks like Dom is the target right now, though I can't say I am surprised especially seeing as he has to be put down TWO times in order to be taken out of this contest.

Sang: And, honestly. I do not see that happening, not with the remaining contestants. Dom is a very dominant figure and this is the kind of environment that makes him thrive.

Alex manages to get in one or two fairly decent shots before Dom snaps and shoves The Crybaby away causing his mother to gawk at Dom. Dom then lands flush with a thundering knife edge that makes Alex clutch his chest and stomp around in a circle. Dom waits until Alex is facing away for him and then hooks his arm around Night's neck, Dom then lifts Alex off of his feet and falls forward slamming Night back first into the canvas with a thud. Dom sees TPK lying in wait and decides against a pin attempt. Dom slowly pulls himself up and engages in a stare down with TPK, this doesn't last long however as Dom lowers his shoulder and plows ahead wrapping his arms around TPK's legs when he reaches him. Dom lifts causing TPK to fall to his back where Dom then locks in a cloverleaf causing the fans to cheer loudly at the possibility of a submission in the match.

Trix: Cloverleaf! Come on teach, don't tap! NO NO NO! This is really NOT cool.

Sang: "Don't" tap out? Come on, this match has been going on forever. Somebody needs to win, and if The Psycho Kid taps NOW! That means I can get the hell out of here that much sooner...so PLEASE DO tap!

TPK grits his teeth and covers the top of his head with his forearms, a muffled scream can be heard as The Extreme Athlete fights the pain rushing through his body hoping to get to the ropes. TPK looks up and sees the ropes but they are just out of reach, he tries to claw towards them but this only causes Dom to bear down harder which garners another scream from The Asylum Dweller. The Crybaby from Cali is now kneeling just behind the other two men taking a moment to get a little energy back, he let's the move go on for another few moments and then finally gets the rest of the way up and snaps a booming kick into the spine of the champ causing him to release the hold and arch his back before leaping towards the ropes. Dom grabs the top rope to stop himself and slowly turns towards Night with a angry grin sprawled on his face. Alex raises his eyebrows in disbelief and snaps another kick out this time landing it in the Champs thigh, Dom no sells the move and slowly moves forward. Alex, not believing this, goes for another quick kick but gets his foot grabbed by The Lord of the Flies who then spins Alex around and booms forward with a huge shoulder to the chest as Alex completes his rotation. TPK has pulled himself to the corner and is about halfway to a stand when Dom turns toward him and starts making his way over. Dom grabs the back of TPK's head and walks him to mid ring before locking in a front chancery, TPK musters up enough energy to shove Dom away where he snaps into the ropes with his side. Dom snaps back toward TPK who takes a step forward and brings up a knee catching Dom in the sternum causing him to hit a quick front flip and land a few inches away.

Trix: Dom looked as though he may have been going for An SKO. But The Psycho Kid manages to throw him into the ropes, and hit him with a Kitchen Sink on the rebound.

Sang: Meanwhile did you hear the impact on that Shoulder Block that Alex Night just took? Damn I beat that shit HURT. I don't think he'll be forgetting that one anytime soon.

Trix: I know! Dom is bound and determined to win this thing, but it's not going to be easy with The Psycho Kid and Alex Night nipping at his heels.

TPK breaths heavily as he stumbles toward Dom, he slowly drops to his knees and falls ontop of Dom not bothering to hook the legs, the ref doesn't hesitate to slide into position where he then starts his count.

ONE!

TWO!

Suddenly everything seems to be in slow motion for TPK as he sees the ref's hand floats toward the mat like a feather, but he is brought back to reality as Dom somehow manages to roll to the side and bring his right shoulder up off of the mat getting a gasp from the capacity crowd. TPK then begins slowly pulling his hair, completely shocked at Dom's daring escape. TPK shakes his head and gets up before quickly turning toward the corner and storming toward it, he reaches down and starts to go for his mask but it gets quickly snatched up by Alex's mother. TPK bears his teeth at the woman but she stands her ground and verbally berates him, TPK starts to get out of the ring but gets clocked in the face with his own mask unbeknowst to the ref who was busy checking on Night and Dom. TPK falls backward and lands with a thud, Dom looks over to his side and quickly crawls over putting his body over that of TPK which catches the ref's eye, he slides over next to the ropes and begins yet another count.

Trix: NO FAIR! She nailed him with that hockey mask! Alex Night's mother just clocked The Psycho Kid with HIS own damn mask!

Sang: Good for her, besides what exactly do you think HE was going to do with it? What he was just going to...I don't know ask it a question? C'mon get with the program his intentions where exactly the same.

TBC

[magnus]

The leg of the unconscious TPK is hooked, and the count of two is already nearing. BAM! Two! The ref peels his hand off the mat after the two count commences, and shoots it to it’s highest possible point; just to again bring it down. With the official’s hand just inches from the canvas, Night amazingly shoots up from his inert position and slams a forearm over Dom’s head; breaking the count! The tattered body of Dom seams to just shut down as he rolls off his opponent’s body and shuts his eyes. Night now drags his body over Dom’s and mounts himself across TPK, attempting a pinfall.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THRA-”

Just moments before the ref’s hand hit the mat, the floored Psycho Kid shoots his hand up bringing his shoulder off the mat also. Night’s absolutely flabbergasted, he though his mom had him down for good. Alex climbs to his feet and furiously grips the ref by his zebra pattered shirt and begins screaming “THREE, THREE, THREE!!!” in his poor face. The ref can only dispute with hopes the Crybaby will release him from his grips. The Crybaby finally lets go after saying a few sinful words, and goes on the attack to Dom. He pulls him up by his straight, black locks and backs him into the corner. The Californian now grips his opponent’s hand as if she was going to give it a friendly shake, then tilts shifts his weight back and yanks the opposing Californian from the padding sending him to collide back-first into the opposite side. With haste the adolescent darts diagonally across the ring, and at the ring time throws his body up so that gravity will pull him down on his fellow competitor with twice the force. And that’s exactly what happens as Night lands chest-to-chest with the slightly bigger man. Night slowly back away from the corner and with the ball on his court, Night reaches forth and with his hand extended grips a handful of Dom’s dark chocolate locks, pulling him from the corner. With the action now in the center of the ring, Night begins taunting by throwing his hand out and bobbing it from side-to-side waving goodbye, which was a cocky way of saying he is about to end the match. He lets his grasp of the Champion go and takes a few small steps back. With a smile etched in his mug, Night throws his right leg forward sending the hard rubber right into the jaw of Dom flooring him on contact. The sound of his teeth clenching are left echoing through the jam-packed arena long after his body plummets to the floor. Night quickly dives for the cover after hitting a tremendous De-Charmer. With the hooking of the leg, the man in the stripped shirt begins to count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

Night hears the ref’s hand come in contact with the canvas and instantly jumps to his feet in overwhelming excitement. He throws his fist proudly in the air, and tears start pouring from his eye lids. He then drops to his knees, and throws his arms out proudly. He did it, or so he thought. Just then the ref comes over grips his shoulder and whispers something in his ear, he point and then Night looks at Dom body to see that his foot as been on the last rope; negating the three count. Night’s heart seems to sink down into his stomach, and he covers his face in shame. Loud sobs can be heard coming from his quivering lips, and the tears of joy shift to tears of loss.

“Oh god. Why is he crying? I see why he got that Nig-name now.”

“I‘m sure many of EVPW‘s greatest would have cried at a situation like this. He thought he won, then had that victory ripped away all because Dom got his foot on the rope!”

“Well that’s the rules, and if he don‘t like the rules he should have decided a different stipulation then the one he decided.”

TPK now musters up enough energy to climb to a vertical base, and once he’s standing tall he strides confidently over to the weeping Alex. He grabs a fistful of his curly, Chocó colored locks and drags him to a vertical base. The outcast tucks his adversary’s head securely under his armpit and throws his opponent’s arm over his head. TPK now begins to showcase his amazing strength by hoisting the Crybaby off his feet. Expecting a Suplex, the fans cheer looking to see the Night-Light in pain. However, the Psychotic One has other plans and steadily marches to the nearest edge of the ring, and drops Alex across the top rope on his stomach, causing a gasp to escape his chompers, and the tears to shake off from his cheek; leaving the tantrum throwing superstar dangling on the elastic rope. An idea seemed to have been formulating in TPK’s head as he hastily runs parallel to the ropes. After rebounding off the intersecting pair, TPK starts on his way towards Alex and when the time is right he jumps and throws his two feet up smashing Night in the side of the head, leaving him to plummet to the lightly padded concrete floor below.

The fans wince at the sight of Night’s head smacking off the solid ground, but soon return their eyes to TPK who has traveled to the very top of the ropes. He’s holding his hear listening for cheers that aren’t present, but soon point both his fingers at the floored Technician and readies himself for flight. Just before take-off could occur the once inert Dom travels forth and pushes the butt of TPK sending him right into the security set-up gate. His shoulder is the origin of impact, and his head follows up on smacking against it also. Dom smiles a sick smile, as he peers over the top rope at both of his challengers. He now seems to be in control of this back and forth match-up and that seems to lighten him up tremendously, even after coming out of the pain of the De-Charmer preformed by Alex. Night slowly picks himself up from the outside, resting his face on the apron as he tries to muster enough energy for the complete climb. Dom sees this happening, and decides to lend a helping hand. He grips the dome of Night and drags him to the midst of the ring, then commences to drag him to a vertical stance. Once up, Night’s sent staggering back with a chop across the chest, then another and another until he against the ropes. The Lord of the Flies grips the hand of Alex and whips him away form the ropes, and in the direction of the opposite set of ropes. Dom too runs, but first lets Night get a ring-length head start.

“I wonder what Dom‘s got planned. I didn‘t know any better I say it’s something devious as always. Dom surely knows how to work his opponent, which is why he the champion.”

“Yeah, but will he be champion at the end of the night? That‘s really what matters.”

The two superstar are now marching full speed toward each other. Dom quickly dodges the collision but sticks his arm out and grips Night’s neck whilst spinning and working his way around so that he’s positioned behind the Crybaby, locking in a tight Sleeper Hold. Dom wisely tenses up his muscles which in return constricts Night’s airways and soon causes him start fading. His eye lids start to get heavy and he sluggishly falls down to a knee, his hard are balled in fist and are swinging aimlessly at air. Just then the TPK climbs to a vertical stance and works his way up to the apron. He unbeknownst to Dom begins to size him up, and with his hands gripped on the top ropes throws himself up and balances himself on the top. He uses the rope to catapult himself forward and as he goes free-falling down he uses his left hand to grip the back of Dom’s head and drives it straight into the hard, baby-blue canvas; causing Dominik to break the hold and set Night free.

“WHAT A FLYING BULLDOG!”

“Yeah, what strategy too. I think Night was minutes away from letting it all go, and tapping, Twas a good thing TPK broke it up!”

[Dominik Santiago]

All three men lie motionless on the canvas, the champion in anguish, as well as his two remaining challengers. The first to stir is the psychotic technician, TPK, who rolls to a prone position, dragging his body toward Dominik. As he climbs to a vertical base, he applies a front face lock to the groggy champion, simultaneously dragging the champ to a vertical base. TPK slugs the champion with a quick jab, following with a stiffer clout, sending the Hardcore Assassin into the ropes. As TPK advances, Dom quickly buries his boot into his solar plexus, slowing down and softening up his challenger. Taking advantage, the champion quickly grips TPK by the rim of his tights, before falling backward, at the same time, pulling his foe forward, sending The Psycho Kid diving through the ropes, crashing to the floor with an unforgiving thud. Using the ropes as leverage, Dominik slowly pulls himself to his feet. Dom is completely incognizant to the fact that the Night Light has regathered his bearings. As the fatigued Lord of the Flies turns, Alex charges at him, quickly extending his arm and smashing it into Santiago's neck, the clothesline sending the near 230 pounder over the ropes, splashing to the concrete below. While his opponents convulse on the floor, the youngest competitor in the match, Alex Night slowly surveys the arena. Despite some cheers, mostly in the outskirts of the building, Night receives utter aversion from the audience. Not flustered by the crowd's detestation, Night scales the top rope, snidely staring down at his adversaries. While TPK and Dom both rise obliviously, Alex Night leans up before descending. As he draws near, TPK and Dom finally catch a glimpse of their plummeting antagonist. Desperation takes over, as the two superstars evasively fall forward, leaving Alex Night with no cushioning for his fall. The woeful plight of the Night Light concludes with a violent collision with the announce table, his battered body bouncing off upon impact, where he lands on the floor beside the dismayed commentary team.

Trix: "TOP ROPE SPLASH....HE MISSED! CRASH AND BURN!"
Sang: "Alex Night flew over TPK and Dom, and just landed unceremoniously, across our announce table."
Trix: "Sang, after aspiring to gain everything, Night comes out with nothing!"
Sang: "I wouldn't say that. He's likely to have broken ribs and a shattered spirit!"

TPK is the first to stand after the chaos has unfolded. He stumbles forward, the realization of the situation finally setting in. As he turns he locks his eyes on the groggy champion, a bloodthirsty lion hoping to appease his hunger with a wounded gazelle. As he dashes forward, the exhausted champion capitalizes, deftly sidestepping before wrapping his feet around TPK's ankle and shin, coercing TPK forward, face first into the steel steps. Dazed from exhaustion, Santiago staggers to his feet, leaning on the announce table, slowly regaining his stamina and composure before posing in a crucifix, prompting jeers from the spectators. As the impact from his crash resonates throughout his cranium, the flummoxed Outcast stumbles to a vertical base, clearly feeling faint and slightly delirious. The vulturous Hardcore Assassin suddenly pounces, hoping to eliminate yet another challenger. As he closes in, the seemingly light-headed TPK counters, lowering his shoulder and wrapping his arms around Santiago's legs, dragging him off his feet. Now standing, TPK screams in a maniacal tone, the bellow of the beast, before reclining back, pulling Dominik off the concrete and launching in the air, sending him face first into the steel post. The discombobulated champion falters like a drunk before eventually collapsing on the ring apron. TPK crawls back inside the squared hell, slowly climbing to his feet, his mind giving credence to the idea that his time had come. The deranged Outcasts plods toward the champion who pulls himself up on the apron, the camera zooming in focusing on the blood that begins flowing profusely from an open gash across the Assassin's forehead. Hoping to widen the laceration, TPK unloads a brutal shot across Dom's forehead, nearly sending the champion off the apron. The challenger follows up with another right hand, the latter equal to the magnitude of viciousness from the former. As TPK attempts a third, the champion quickly grapples his head, before dropping to his knees, whilst extending and snapping TPK's head over the top rope. With his opponent writhing in pain, the bloodied champion slithers toward the nearest turnbuckle, and with every ounce of strength remaining, begins his ascension. As he tries to maintain his balance, a once stunned TPK recovers, advancing to the corner before lifting his leg, his boot crashing into Santiago's jaw, the big boot not lacking any malice whatsoever. The champion is left perched at the top, allowing TPK to climb to the top. The incoherent Outcast places Dom's head in between his thighs before strategically hooking his arms behind his back. Pulling back on the Assassin's arms, TPK lifts the champion into the air, suspending him upside down, before falling from the top rope, dropping to the canvas, drilling Santiago head first into the mat with tremendous authority.

"STRAIGHT JACKET SLAM...WAY TO GO TEACH!"
"The champ took one risk too many. We're talking about a Piledriver from the top-rope lards and germs."
"And after the pinfall, Dom's nine lives will have run out!"

Dom collapses off of TPK's body, sliding on his belly, his body completely motionless, the fight taken straight out of him. After momentarily struggling to cover his foe due to the wear a tear on his body, TPK finally manages to drape his arm over Santiago's body. The ref, in perfect position, slides down to make the count.

"1!"

"2!"

Just as it seemed TPK was on his way to leveling the ballgame, Alex Night comes out of nowhere, dropping his elbows across TPK's head, breaking up the pinfall.

"He broke up the pinfall? The moron! What's his deal?"
"He wants to be the one to bring Dom back down to earth! It's nothing but pride, the flaw of man!"

As the champion rolls away, TPK and Alex Night gradually regain a vertical base. The two combustible elements, a furious TPK and a confident Alex Night quickly explode, TPK getting the first shot in, landing a jab across Night's jaw bone. After staggering, Night retaliates, landing a stiff jab of his own, followed by a second and eventually a third. Just as his momentum was rising, TPK brings it to a crashing halt, hastily plowing his knee into Night's gut. With Night seemingly on his last legs, TPK swings his arm through the atmosphere, hoping to behead the immature Californian. Overcoming the agony, Alex circumvents his foe, placing his head under TPK's arm and wrapping his arms around his torso. Night leans back, pulling TPK off his feet, dropping him head first on the canvas with an amazing Back Suplex. The languid Californian slowly slithers toward the ropes while a once sprawling TPK struggles to rise to his feet. Leaning on the ropes, the weary Night Light blows his hair from in front of his face, setting his sights on a severely beaten Psycho Kid. With no time to waste, the lethargic Night Light suddenly rises, scampering toward TPK who has risen to one knee. The Night Light quickly steps onto TPK's raised knee before swinging his other leg, bending his knee and striking his adversary in the head. Both bodies scatter on the canvas following Night's trademark knee strike, one that further shuffles TPK's brains.

"Night hits the Shining Wizard, but he's hurting too much to make the cover!"
"The California Crybaby is working on instinct alone because if he had any sense, he would just lie down and die already!"
"Night will leave here on a stretcher if he has to. Just as long as he leaves the youngest champion in EVPW history!"

Unable to make the cover, Alex Night crawls to the nearest corner, not only battling his opposition but his own body, struggling to maintain a vertical base. Sinking heavily in the corner, the battered Alex Night still keeps his weary eyes focused on his foe, TPK who crawls toward the ropes. Night leans up, grasping the top rope before stamping his foot on the canvas, grabbing the attention of the crowd and building up his own momentum. He stomps a second and then a third time, almost pleading for The Psycho Kid to stand. As TPK tries to gather himself and rise, Dom leans up on the apron, pulling himself up using the ropes. As Alex skips out of the corner, TPK looses his footing and collapses to the floor, unknowingly saving himself from Night's wrath. The champion is not so fortunate, as Alex Night sidesteps, before snapping his leg into the air, driving his sole into Santiago's chin, forcing Dom's head to awkwardly jerk back, before the Lord of the Flies is knocked down onto the apron. The California Crybaby confidently leans over the ropes, staring at the unconscious champion before turning to meet his fate. The Psycho Kid leans forward, driving his arm in between Night's legs, executing a cowardly like low blow. As Night doubles over, wincing, completely immobilized, The Psycho Kid quickly rises before locking his foe in a front-facelock. TPK quickly falls backward, forcefully planting the Night Light face first into the canvas.

"TPK strikes again. He takes advantage and levels Night with a DDT!"
"Taking advantage is putting it lightly. He used a tactic which would normally get you disqualified."
"You can thank Triple Threat rules for that. A Decharmer to Dom, a DDT to Alex, it's been back and fourth folks!"
"Three men, three bodies, three souls, all vying for the Solid Core Championship! These men have laid it all on the line tonight in what has to be the greatest performance of these young superstar's careers!"
"I don't know Sang. If your not leaving with the championship tonight, your considering this night to be a big disappointment!"

[magnus]

The Asylum resident quickly flips the Crybaby over and hooks the leg. The ref doesn’t drop right away which forces the enthused contender to scream at the ref to do his job, which he then hastily does. “ONE..TWO..THRAW” Despite the belief in everyone that this was for Night, the Youngster kicks out seemingly by the grace of God. The Psycho Kid’s jaw nearly flops on the floor in disbelief , and he looks up at the zebra striped official wide-eyed, as if he couldn’t comprehend the situation. He holds two fingers at the ref with a flustered look on his face, and the ref mimics his hand motion and shakes his head assertively. He angrily climbs to a vertical stance and brings his groggy adversary up along with him. Before Alex can even assess the situation he feels TPK’s boot crashing into his abdomen, doubling him over. Night’s hair is then grabbed and the lighter competitor brings his left knee up smacking the Crybaby in the jaw. The sound of bone connecting with bone with only the light padding of flesh to cushion echoes throughout the arena. But soon TPK send another knee up this time clashing with Night in the forehead which send his body up, then to the ground. The Outcast bend down and grips the ankles of his opponent then drags him to the dead-center of the ring. TPK continues holding his legs up, and keeping Night’s Charming Genitals exposed. The Outcast member throws himself up and brings his knees to a point where they could then be more harmful. The fans look on in horror as Alex is just seconds away from being ball-less. Thankfully, for Night he was able to roll free, and leaves TPK falling to the canvas knee-first with a thump. Hearing the thud beside him, sooths him knowing he has saved himself.

“That must be a relief. Can’t imagine the pain he would’ve been in if that connected!”

“Well, I wouldn‘t know, but I too can only imagine. Another reason I‘m glad to be a girl.”

Night peers over to see TPK sprawled out on his back, and Alex stretches a smile across his face, and it appears he’s got a plan. Once at a vertical positioning, Night leans over and grabs his adversary by an arm and a leg, then commences to drag him. He relocates him a few feet closer to the corner then releases his grip. He now proudly pounds his chest, and lets out a “Whooo” which the fans just jeer at. The Crybaby steps through the middle and top rope; out to the arpon then swiftly climbs the ropes. He steps down so that he’s standing on the middle to, and he looks over his shoulder at the interested fans, as none have ever seen him leave the ground to such extent. Just as Night launches himself from the rope, TPK scurries to his feet and steps forward in the direction of his approaching opponent, Night’s eyes widen before being hit with a forearm, mid-flight right in the throat. He falls hardly to the canvas from the atmosphere with a thud signaling the falls end. TPK stumbles into the rope holding his left hand, seemingly in pain after ramming it into his opponent’s esophagus.

“WOW! Night was clearly going for his finishing maneuver the ’Hollywood CUT’ but TPK was playing possum and nailed him with a Clothesline in mid-air. It don‘t get better then this.“

Night’s left twitching in pain, as TPK shakes his hand trying to free himself from the aftermath of the counter. Soon the body of Night settle down, leaving him sprawled amongst the canvas. TPK drops next to his hurt opponent, and begins laughing sadistically as if he’s one the match, and already has the title in his grasp. With the inaction of Night inert, The Asylum native quickly rolls over and hooks his nearest leg, pinning the fallen, motionless Californian Crybaby, and with the enthusiastic crowd's eyes glued on the action, the ref slides down into his ready position, and begins his count.

“ONE!”

“TAAA-!”

With out even a two count TPK’s dreams were shattered. The Lord of the Flies managed to bring himself up and break the count fast. He then very violently pulls the Outcast up and to his feet by his hair. With great force he just hurls him into the corner and follows up with a stiff blow to the ribs, nearly shattering them in to a million pieces. TPK lets out a large gasp, as Dom grits his teeth and throws another fist to the other side of his rib cage, causing for the same reaction from TPK. The defending Solid Core Champ pulls his adversary from the padding and spins TPK around unwillingly. With him now facing the same direction as Dom, the Ultra Violent Assassin grips his challenger by the waist and a leg, before lifting him off his feet and stepping forward, sitting the Psychotic One on the top turnbuckle to face the spectators. The Champion now turns around himself, and puts his back up against his opponent. Gritting his teeth, Dom locates his opponent’s armpits and puts his hands beneath them, before lifting him off the turnbuckle and in the air over his shoulders. He steps over the body of Night, only to fall forward, landing on his knees and slamming TPK on the mat with a thunderous clash. Following the unbelievable Crucifix Powerbomb, the fans, despite their hate for all three competitors break out in chants of “THIS IS AWESOME!” which flood the arena with haste,

“What a move! There‘s no way TPK will be able to go on from this! He damn nearly broken in two!”

“BY GOD IS HE HEAD! Did you see the force he landed with? I wouldn‘t be surprised if this was hiss last match, not just because of that Hellacious feat, but overall this match is pushing all competitors to their limits AND LOOK HE‘S GOING FOR THE COVER!.”

“IT“S OVER! DOM RETAINS”

Night opens his eyes to see the ref falling to do his job, his eyes quickly dart to TPK who’s clearly out. So it’s up to Night, to save his stipulation from being negated. He starts crawling towards Dom and TPK as the ref gets to one, and gets just a little bit closer at the two count. At a last minute desperation Night, knowing he can’t break the fall, grabs the boot of TPK and places it on the rope. The zebra striped official catches this and stops his hand just moments before it hit’s the ground. Dom furiously shakes his head while saying “No..No…No..” to himself numerous times, he looks back and the sight of Night drives him crazy knowing he stole the victory away from him. He dismounts off of TPK and pounces on Night like a Leopard, and begins throwing hard right hands, which Night deflect most of with his arms. But Dom soon comes to the conclusion he needs to do more, and pulls Night up by his hair.

“Dom is surely not happy about Night stealing the victory right from under his feet.”

“Who would be? I‘m sure Dom‘s gonna make him pay though, right about now.”

Dom drags Night from his resting spot and hurls him across the ring, were he rebounds off the ropes. While Night starts on his way back, the Lord of the Flies runs forth whilst lowering his broad shoulder and ducking his head down, slamming his shoulder blade into the lower chest of his adversary, tackling him to the floor with a thunderous Spear.

Already on the prowl again, the current champion grabs the Crybaby by his head and jerks him to his feet. Dom then forces him into a hunkered position after driving his feet into his sternum. The Night Light is left gasping for air afterwards, but manages to stand on his feet. And still does after a stiff blow to the head. Night staggers back, but Dom makes certain he doesn’t stray too far by gripping his hair and pulling him back in, this time relocating his head securely under his armpit. The champ then throws Night arm over his head, and grips the rim of his tights, with a grunt he attempts to lift Night off the canvas but is flustered when he doesn’t leave off the ground, he attempts it again. Nothing. Nigh very wisely wrapped his leg around Dom’s and now he catches Dom off guard and instead hoist the champ off the canvas. The fans are amazed by the Youngster’s strength, and wait to see what he does. With great effort, Night throws all of Dom’s weight forward leaving him to free fall to his fate on the mat, where he lands face first. Night isn’t slow to go for the pin, and now only waits for the ref, confident of the victory.

[Dominik Santiago]

Reserved

[TPK/Acid]

Reserved? Yo you do realize the card is closed right?